Still Waters

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Author: Charlotte (jemstone5)

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Author's Note:

a bit more of the relationship between Aurey and ehr son, and some highlights of her Parents Enjoy. from here on in, it only gets juicier :D




Still Waters

Book 3





Chapter 6



Kal could not believe the sight that greeted him when he stepped into Aubrey’s bedroom. There were polymer boxes, the same as downstairs, all along the wall. Clothes, or what was left, was once their contents. A small pile of under garments, obviously heading for disposal, for many had holes, and the chest harnesses female Oomans wore were either badly over stretched, or broken in the middle. The opposite side of the door had a pile of soiled clothes, mostly pants and shirts and foot cloths.


As he went further in, he did not see a grand bed as he’d expected, instead he found an inflatable rubber mattress, half deflated, on the floor with a mass of sheets and blankets. When he opened his mask’s vents and smelled some of the bedding, it did smell female, but it didn’t have the spicy aroma of a female in heat, or even an Ooman female who wanted to mate. The impression he got was of a tired female, who just wanted to be left alone.


He’d seen enough, and headed back down stairs. By rights he could insist that the boy complete The Ceremony of Offering, and take what was to be his, at any time. But El had warned him to be patient, that Ooman females were funny creatures. Although they may give the impression of acceptance, before being properly introduced, they often became terrified children when faced with something they did not understand. By the looks of the home she dwelled in, she was desperately trying to cling to a stable life for her offspring, but she was losing her own in the process. He knew that Oomans owned dwellings such as this, and it was most likely that the next possession to leave her would be her home. He would be sure she was bound to him before that happened.


He found her in the dinning area of the main floor. She was in one of the chairs, slumped over the table, asleep. Not only was she asleep, she was dreaming, a sweet, intoxicatingly erotic dream. He could smell her scent getting stronger the closer he got to her. He’d neglected to close the vents on his mask. Carefully looking her over, he found her face damp with tears, small pools of water on the table top beneath her face where she rested her head on her outstretched arm.


How he wished he could slip into her dreams, to find out just what delightful memories, or fantasies, she was dreaming of. Softly he stroked her hair as her body began to quake, a deep sleep climax shaking her form. Slowly she began to settle, moaning softly to each touch he gave her. He laid a cover from the floor over her shoulders, his purrs were soft and low, so not to wake her. She must have been exhausted. He hadn’t been gone all that long for her to have fallen asleep so quickly. Slowly her tears flowed from her eyes once more, still locked in sleep.


“Hush,” he whispered gently, using the back of his fingers to carefully wipe her tears from her face. “No need to cry.” She moaned in her sleep, as more tears fell. “You, and your family, will be mine.”


“It…had betr…well be…” she mumbled, which surprised him the most.


Sense Aubrey was sleeping, and his tour of the dwelling turned up no threats, he settled on the floor next to her, and watched her sleep. It must have been a while that she’d actually slept well. From his quick scans of her body, brain impulses, and the rate of circulation of her blood, she seemed to be in a state of deep slumber.


Upon further examination, her joints showed signs of severe strain against extended unfamiliar physical activity. The soft tissues were swollen and her muscles were showing minor tears, tiny bleeds in the muscle causing deep bruising. She must have been in quite a bit of pain. Some rest and a long soak in a mineral bath should help with that. She moaned a bit in her sleep again, but did not wake. He settled against the wall, and relaxed. It wasn’t long before he began to doze off himself.






“Kal?” He groaned at the sound of his name. He was gona kill whoever it was that was waking him. “Kal? Wake up.”


“Why?” he asked, turning away from the voice.


“Because,” came the gentle voice, as soft hands began to remove his loin cloth, “if you don’t…”


He grabbed the arms of the female, and pulled her over him, curling her to his body. Her startled squeal gave way to laughter, as his tongue began to tickle her neck. “You should know better than that,” he chuckled, as she kicked her legs from beneath his weight. “You’ll not get away this time!” he laughed.


“You’re bad! AAAHHH!!”


“What are you going to do about it?” he growled, tickling her abs and up between her breasts, before grasping her left breast through her dress. “You will enjoy this.” Tearing her dress down the front, he swirled his tongue around her nipple, pulling the erect flesh into the center of his tubular tongue.


“Stop it!” she giggled, but thrust her hands through his dreads. “I want you lower,” she begged. “Please.”


“Lower you say?” he asked playfully, as a knock was heard at his door. He ignored it. If they were smart, they would go away. “For what?”


“You know for what! Please, Kal, lower.”


“If that is what will make you happy.” Slowly he licked his way down her body, dipping his tongue into her navel, his claws gently tickling her toned belly. He could smell her, she was delightfully sweet, and getting stronger.


But that persistent knocking was getting louder.


“If they value their lives, they will go away,” he growled, is tusks parting her tight curls.


But the knocking wouldn’t stop. Suddenly she got up, and dashed out of the room. “I’m, coming,” she called.






‘Not yet you’re not!’ he thought, as he opened his eyes, desperately trying to suppress his growl of anger at the one who was pounding on the door.


He was dreaming. He couldn’t believe he had fallen totally asleep! But what a dream. But who was it that was in his bed with him in his dream? El was greatly pregnant, it couldn’t have been her. If it had, he would have relished massaging her taught skin around your young, eliciting gentle giggles and sighs.


Or was it Aubrey? It was certainly her scent he remembered in his dream, and she was certainly toned as the woman in his dream. But was it her?


‘You will soon see,” his mind whispered. With a gentle clicking he looked around, as Aubrey opened the main door to the house.


“Hey Brian, come on in.”


“Sorry for coming so late,” stated a male. Kal crouched on the floor of the dinning area, as Aubrey led five males into the room. “I had to track down some of the guys and fish out a truck.”


“It’s ok. I was…just getting ready to shower,” she lied, but this new male didn’t need to know she’d been sleeping. “I almost didn’t hear you.”


“That’s ok. Wow. I still can’t get over the workmanship of this set. If I remember the table it self took months.”


“About five. He saved up ten months for the wood.”


“So what made you want to sell?”


“It isn’t that I want to, I have too…the apartment that I’m moving too, is too small, it won’t fit, and I think Mike would understand, and that he’d want someone to have it who appreciates it as much as he intended it to be with our family.”


“Well, I’m sure that will happen. Well, the guys will wrap the chairs in blankets, and then we’ll load the table.”


“Well, first…Brian…we need to take care of…” Aubrey held up the small paper that Cathleen had signed earlier.


“Of course. Guys, you want to get started, I’ll take care of this.” The two stepped off to the kitchen, as the remaining four began to sort the chairs to the wall.


Kal gently stepped over the table, following Aubrey to the kitchen, wondering why the other males were doing.


“Ok, Cathleen said to bring you five hundred.” Brian produced an envelope, and counted out the bills on the counter. “Five hundred.”


“Thank you.” She gathered the bills, scrawled ‘paid in full same day’ across the note, signed her name and handed it to Brian. “Mind the walls when you move the table ok?”


“We will.”


Without further word, except goodnight, Aubrey closed the door, and locked it, returning to the now empty dinning area, sat down in the middle of the floor, and cried. “I’m sorry Mike,” she sighed. “Please forgive me. I swear, I’ll get it back one day. I swear. He’s our son. He’s more important. Please forgive me.” Covering her face with her hands, there she stayed, crying, till she fell asleep once more, curled on the floor.


Kal knelt down to her, and draped the cover over her once more. “He will forgive you,” he whispered. “Do not worry.” Carefully he cradled her in his arms, and carried her up to her room, laying her to the mattress, and covering her further in her blankets. She moaned gently, turning into her pillow before settling down for further sleep.


Kal again sat against the wall, taking a stance of meditation. Something he rarely did, but found it helpful on hunts. This way his body rested, while his mind stayed alert. In this position he stayed…


…Until a buzzing sound alerted him. Beside the mattress was a small black box, with red digits illuminating the darkness. Reluctantly Aubrey rolled over, and hit the button, stopping the sound, then she got up, and changed her clothes.


It was still dark outside. Why would she be moving now? Wasn’t her work done for a while longer? Obviously not. Kal checked his own time keeper. Barely a quarter of the Ooman sleep cycle had passed. And she hadn’t been asleep that long earlier either. No wonder she was so tired. Her sleep patterns were all broken up. He watched as she put fresh clothes into a bag, along with slender containers he knew contained her washing solutions, a drying cloth, and sealed the bag. Dressed in baggy clothes, she headed down stairs, Kal following at a safe distance in case she turned around. At the entrance she gathered her small communications device, detaching the cord, and picked up her keys.


Outside she tossed her bag into the vehicle, then went back and closed the door to her dwelling. By now Kal was safely in the back of her vehicle, as she got in, and started the engine. Boy did this thing make a lot of noise as she piloted it to her destination. He’d have to encourage her to replace it, or complete the ceremony and take her away tonight.


But he needed the boy for that, and he’d no idea where they boy was at the moment. He only hoped that some time in the next light cycle Aubrey would meet up with him.






She’d no idea when she’d gotten up and gone to bed last night. The last thing she remembered was crying on the dinning room floor, after Brian and his friends took the table out. Then again, she couldn’t remember half the things she did the night before half the time. She was just glad that she was in her room when her alarm clock went off. Otherwise she’d be late.


She pulled to a stop next to the truck that delivered the papers. Sometimes he came before she got there, other times they all had to wait. As she got out, she scoffed at what she saw. Across the parking lot was another delivery carrier, a real jerk, named Derrick. He smiled at her, knowing she was single, or widowed, believing his rugged charm would win her to his side.


Aubrey stuck her middle finger up at him, and went to the back of the main truck to get her papers and instruction sheets. No complaints, good, two new starts, not bad, not far from her current customers anyway. The last were three stops, well it all balanced out.


She backed the truck to the far side of the lot, making sure there was a good distance between her and Derrick, and started to wrap up her papers.


“Hey good lookin’,” Derrick called, as he made his way across the lot.


“If you don’t want to be a soprano singer, you’ll turn around and go back to your car.”


“Oh come on, it’s been so long that we’ve been together…”


“We haven’t been together at all, so go away!”


“Amber, come on…”


“You don’t even know my name, so get the fuck out of my face!” She pulled an elastic across her fingers, and let it fly, landing it on his cheek, a hard sting making him jump.


“What the fuck! Listen up bitch!!”


“HEY!!!”


Derrick turned to the pumps as the biggest, meanest looking biker hung up the gas pump hose and slowly made his way across the lot. “What the hell do you want?” Derrick shouted, moving closer to Aubrey’s truck. Aubrey readied another elastic and let it fly, bouncing it off his ear.


“Get back to your car buster, leave her alone!”


“Who the hell are you to her!? She’s my girl buster, get back on your bike and take off.” Derick reached his hand to the door of Aubrey’s truck, only se swatted his hand with a paper, hard enough to bend the folded pages even further.


“Tiny, would you bounce this guy please?” Aubrey stated.


Derrick looked back to his car, as two tires suddenly exploded, flattened on one side. Derrick’s mouth dropped as he charged across the lot, shouting something about his three hundred dollar tires, while Aubrey laughed.


Soon the leather clad biker was at her door, laughing right along with her. “God Tiny, that was great!” she stated.


“Me? What did I do?”


“You mean you didn’t…”


“No. You?” She shook her head. “Well, guess you got a guardian watching over you.”


“I guess. What are you doing here?” she shook his hand as he reached for her, sure that he was not intending for his hand to stop just at hers. He sighed, she was right. He didn’t want to just shake hands.


“I was in the area,” he said. “Thought I’d stop by for a few days.”


“Oh, Tiny, I wish you’d called. I’m getting ready to move. I’ve go no place to put you, and Sam is off with his grandfather and grandmother, I’m back and forth with them.”


“Well…” he smiled, leaning against the door, stroking his finger along her arm. “Maybe that can give us some time. You know, just talk…see where it goes.”


She put her hand to his chin, giving him a gentle pat. “I’m not interested Tiny. You’re welcome to join me and Sam for dinner while you’re here, but what you came for, is not available.”


“Aubrey, it’s been a year…”


“…and it will be another year if I have to…I’m just not looking right now.”


“Well, maybe not for the rest of your life, but…perhaps…just for tonight…or another night…”


“Not with you, Tiny. Not with you.” She tossed another paper to the side, not near the amount she needed to have folded, then reached down and started the engine. “I gotta go. Have to get these out or I’m in trouble.”


“I’ll catch up with you later.” He waved to her as she drove away, sure that he heard the growling of a dog as the truck pulled away.


Aubrey watched the biker walk back to his motor bike, shouting back to Derrick as he accused the biker of shooting out his tires. Further down the road, she pulled into the lot of a convenience store, and parked at the side under a street light, and finished folding her papers. Before long, the motor bike sailed off down the road, heading for town.


“Geeze Tiny, stay away for a while, please.” She finished folding her papers and headed off on her run, cutting through fields and using back roads, so she could save time, and perhaps today, manage a short nap before going out looking for better work.






The morning was more uneventful as eh thought. The ones that used to try and force her off the lane near one of her stops, weren’t there this time. Several times she would walk up to a dwelling, holding a bundle in front of her face. After the first time, he learned to look away when she did that, as an automatic ligt would come on, illuminating the grounds outside the dwelling. The first time, nearly blinded him with his night time viewing settings on his mask. Her piloting skills were impressive, for a primitive vehicle like this that is. Although the reliability of the mechanical workings of the vehicle were in great question by now, as several times it sputtered and jerked in its forward motion. Of course Aubrey’s curses and continued pressing of the peddles to keep the vehicle moving. As the unit kept its forward momentum, she seemed to be content to keep going.


Later, after the dawn, she again stopped along the secluded dirt path to shower beneath the streaming water from the pip. After dressing, she headed back into the city, where she went to a small – and he meant small – eating establishment to eat a small amount of food, she then took some packages from the proprietor and headed off in her vehicle and dropped the packages at another location; a tall building where he followed her inside, up several flights of stairs to a woman at a desk three floors up.


“hey,” she stated to the woman, who turned in her chair, her oversized girth causing her chair to disappear behind her. “Delivery for Mr. Turner.”


“Conference room at the end of the hall. They’re waiting.”


“Thank you. Here’s the bill.”


“What do you want me to do with this?”


“Paying it would be nice. I won’t be releasing the food unless its paid.”


“Mr. Turner will take care of that.”


“Good. Get him up here.”


“What?”


“You heard me. I don’t go further, unless the food is paid for.”


The woman huffed but picked up the phone. “Mr. Turner, the caiterer is here, but she’s being difficult. Could you come to the desk please. Better bring your checkbook.” She hung up the phone and looked at Aubrey. “He’ll be right here.”


“And I’m sure he won’t be too happy.”


Within moments there was an older man with hair ringing the sides and back of his head, briskly walk around the corner. “What is the problem here?” he asked, making a grab for the boxes. Aubrey was faster and took them back.


“The bill,” she stated flatly, handing the man the paper. “Pay it, and you eat. Don’t and I have some nice eats for lunch. Your choice.”


“For crying out loud.” And he handed Aubrey a pice of polymer.


“Do I look like I have a debit at the door machine?” she stated. Kal was definitely confused.


“Karen, get the petty cash box and pay her please.”


“Yes sir.”


“And she couldn’t do that before…?”


“Because she is just the secretary. She takes orders only. Just like you are the caterer, who should cater to us.”


“No. I’m not a caterer, I’m just the courier. All I do…,” and she took the money from the secretary, and handed the boxes of food to the man, “…is deliver the food. Have a nice day.”


Kal followed her back out of the building, and as she made a communication with her small unit, he climbed into the back of her vehicle. “Don’t ever take orders from that guy again, Henry, they tried to rip you off. If I wasn’t such a bitch, you’d be out a hundred and thirty bucks. – ok, bye.” She headed back to the small eating place, handed over a small bundle of papers, received a smaller amount in return, and again took another bunch of boxes, and headed off into the city.


For several cycles of time she did this, and it was starting to make him dizzy. Finally there was a change. She took several boxes once more, and bid the males at the cooking house good day. She then stopped at another eating place, and picked up two bags of food. After dropping off the boxes of food, she then headed off to another part of the city, and stopped out side the educational center where her son attended training classes. To this he was please.


Sam was waiting, with a huge grin. “Hey baby!” Aubrey greeted her son, as he ran up and hugged her. “How are things today?”


“GREAT! We got a new principle.”


“Really?! Well, that shouldn’t surprise me.”


“He’d like to meet you.”


“Great. When?”


“How about now?”


Aubrey spun around to a younger man, younger than Mr. Cameron that is, as he came around the bushes with several other children and parents. Aubrey could have sworn she also heard a dog growling somewhere close, but didn’t see anything else. And sense no one else seemed too concerned, she brushed it off as just being tired.


“Mom, this is Ellis Richards. Our new principle.”


“Hello Mr. Richards. I’m Aubrey Feathers.”


“Please to meet you. I’m sure you know these nice people,” he gestured to the not so happy faces of the parents and boys around him.


“Oh yes. We’ve had many words,” Aubrey stated, nodding to the women as they continued to glare at her.


“Mrs. Feathers, can we talk? Privately?”


“If my son is going to be mentioned, I think he’d like to hear what is said.”


“Its ok mom,” Sam stated. “I’m hungry anyway.”


“Ok. Front seat, and don’t fill up on drink and fries.”


“Yes mom.”


Once the truck door was closed, and Sam was busy eating his lunch, Aubrey turned to the new principle. “I can pretty well guess what this is about.”


“My son came home smelling like piss yesterday!!” screeched a rather large woman with brown skin and straightened black hair.


“Good. Maybe now he won’t take part in dog shit throwing at my son.”


“My son would never…”


“Ladies, please…” Mr. Richards interrupted. “We’ve already determined what happened, you sons were the perpetrators and the continued instigators.”


“NO!”


“Yes! You don’t believe me, Mrs. Wright, you can view the video surveillance tape of what happened with me. Now, this kind of behavior will not be tolerated any more. And to prove that, I’m suspending your sons for three days.”


“What!!” The boys nearly cheered.


“And when they return, I want each of them to have their missed school work done, and a five page report explaining why they did what they did, and a written apology to Same, and a promise, signed by them and BOTH parents, that this will never happen again!!!”


“And what about her son?!” Mrs. Wright screeched.


“Mrs. Feathers, I’m afraid I have to do the same to Sam.”


“I understand that,” she said calmly. “I’ll pick up his class assignments while I’m here. I’m sorry though, his papers will only be signed by me.”


“I understand. I read his file, a really good kid, I’m sorry for your loss.”


“Thank you. As long as this kind of thing doesn’t happen again, we should be fine.”


“Good. Ladies, I’ll walk you to your cars, once you have your son’s class assignments. And rest assured, if any of these assignments should go uncompleted, your children will NOT be permitted back in class. Is that clear?”


The boys were all smiling, undoubtedly thinking of all the video games the were gona play all day long. Their mothers, seeming one after the other, either scuffed the tops of the boys’ heads with a swat, or aimed at their arms, to gain their attention, a stern look on their faces telling them of the work they would have to do. The boys all nodded, and headed back to the school with their mothers.


Aubrey bid farewell to Richards, and went to her truck. “You heard?” she asked of Sam.


“Yeah. Its ok. I know I won’t spray them again on purpose.”


“I know. But he has to…it was wrong…even for me to encourage it, it was wrong.”


“I won’t figt it mom. And besides, I’m about a week ahead of everybody else anyway. Except in math. I hate math.”


“You and me both. You wait here. I’ll be right back.”


“Ok.” After Aubrey disappeared into the building, he turned to the back window where the fractured image moved to the side window. “Has she been ok?” he asked quietly.


Kal clicked his mandibles. “Yes. So far no danger. Only small annoyances.”


“She can handle that. in three days we go to a judge to tell him why my grand parents have no right to take me away from her. Then we can go home, she can give up that stupid morning job.”


“Why do you not stay with her now?”


“Because of her job. I’m still a minor. To the law, I’m too young to be left on my own at home for any length of time. Gram and gramps wouldn’t think twice about calling the cops and having mom arrested for going to work at night and leaving me at home alone. So to make sure that doesn’t happen, mom agreed to let me stay the weeknights with her parents, and the weekends with my father’s family. While mom has freedom to come see me and take me anywhere any time during the day. But mom and I agree, this whole thing sucks.”


Kal gave a short grunt. “Sucks what?”


Sam just looked at the clear space beside him. “I don’t know. It’s just something people say. Be sure to know, that mom and I would rather be left alone.”


Kal purred gently at the thought of being alone with the young mother. “Perhaps…”


“SSSSHHH she’s coming.”


Sure enough, Aubrey came walking up to the truck, and scooted her son over. She then got in, and started the engine. Or at least, she tried to start the engine. “Oh come on, you stupid hunk of junk!”


“Mom?”


“Don’t worry, I was able to find all your teachers in the lunch room.”


“That’s not what I was asking about. What’s wrong with the truck?”


“The better question to ask is what is NOT wrong with the truck.”


“Hu?”


“This thing…” and she turned the key again with a triumphant rattling roar to the engine as it started. “…needs a lot of repairs. Hey, how about, we take the afternoon, and look at cars. While we travel you can work on your schoolwork. What do you say?”


“Ok. But can we buy one to replace the truck?”


“Well…” she sighed, shifting gears at last and pulling away from the building. “Not right now, but it can be something that we work towards. Have a little time for us…to dream, like we used to. Ok?”


“OK!” As Sam dove into his school assignments, Aubrey steered the truck down the streets, towards the areas that she knew where both new and used cars and trucks were sold.


Kal remained crouched in the back of the truck, holding tight to the dying metal. He really needed to do something to get Aubrey to get rid of the truck. Better yet, to go with him, away from this world. He only hoped his plans would work.