Secret window into his soul

Mort rolled over in his bed. He had no idea how he could be so tired… probably just a side effect of a rainy morning. He glanced out the window, startled to see that there were no clouds visible. He stood, feeling a slightly discomforting wetness against his thigh. He double-checked that his door was closed, and pulled off his pants, turning them inside out as he went. Then he grabbed his glasses and stared at the soaked pajamas. It was bad enough that he’d apparently had wet dreams he couldn’t remember, but when those wet dreams came complete with tiny black silken pubic hairs, he knew he was in trouble. Especially when the only person he could think of with black pubic hair that was close to him at the moment was underage, and he couldn’t remember having done anything with her. In fact, he distinctly remembered her leaving. Had she come back? But how hadn’t he woken? And why was he so tired, and when had this headache started? He threw his pants against the far wall, and flopped back into bed. If today started off this badly, how much worse could it get? Mort had a feeling it would get much, much worse before it got any better.



Cassie was trying one of the recipes she’d found for all that corn. She was making corn fritters, like the corn version of pancakes, and it smelled good. Her mouth was watering, but she wasn’t going to eat until Mort came down to eat with her.

When she’d made around three dozen, she decided he’d slept in long enough. She went upstairs with a platter in hand, and opened his bedroom door.

“G’morning, sleepyhead! I made breakfast!” She sang out, sounding about five years younger than her age.

Mort startled out of his sleep and covered himself with the first thing his hand grabbed, which happened to be her bathrobe. Seeing this, Cassie laughed.

“Didja miss me that much?” she teased. He stared at her for a second, squinty eyed for his lack of glasses, and confused. Finally, he ventured a comment.

“You’re in a good mood this morning.” He said.

“Gee, I wonder why.” She said sarcastically.

“It…ah… wouldn’t have anything to do with the state of my pajama pants, would it?” He asked, his cheeks burning.

“Well, maybe just a little.” She said, shrugging. He gaped at her.

“I made pancakes. With corn.” She said, handing him the plate. Then she smacked herself on the forehead. “Hang on, I’ll go get you some butter and a fork and I’ll be right back.” She ran off downstairs, and he shook his head, bemused.

‘Apparently she isn’t too much worse for the wear,’ he thought.

‘Nor’m I.’ Shooter interjected.

‘You should have seen her moaning and writhing under him this morning.’ Mort two said distastefully. ‘Like some sort of little whore.’

‘I even got her to call me master.’

Mort paused in putting on a clean pair of jeans.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” He said.

“What?” Cassie asked, having returned with the promised butter and fork, along with her own breakfast.

“Just how fast the clouds blew out.” Mort said. Cassie smiled.

“I know. As much as I love the rain, I like the sun better.”

“Breakfast smells good.” Mort said, changing the subject quickly.

‘She sure smelled good this morning.’ Shooter said, allowing a memory of the scent of Cassandra’s musk to float into the forefront of Mort’s mind. Mort felt his erection growing and quickly finished buttoning his pants before sitting down on his bed for breakfast.

“After breakfast I’ll go into town and get some morning after pills. Probably should get some condoms, too.” Cassie said, thoughtfully. Mort looked up and swallowed his half-chewed mouthful quickly, making his throat go dry.

“What? I don’t mind the morning after pill for what happened last night, since it was an accident after all, but I don’t think--”

“And this morning.” Cassie interrupted.

“And this morning. But I don’t think you should plan on us continuing this way. I think you should go back to your house until your mom gets home, and just come over to clean the house.”

“Mom made you promise to baby-sit me. And anyway, I have to stay here. I don’t have a key. And staying here, I’m in danger of a repeat performance, and isn’t it better to be prepared?” She asked. Mort grumbled.

“You know, you’re too smart for your own good.” He said, before nodding. “Okay. Here’s twenty bucks, I’ll pull your bike out of the truck, you get what you need and I’ll see you when you’re done.”

She smirked and stuffed the last pancake on the plate into her mouth.

“Schee ‘oo later.” She said, and took the twenty from him, running down the stairs and into the front yard, where she retrieved her bicycle from the truck easily and made a running start, flinging her leg up and over the metal frame in one fluid, graceful motion.

He smiled and let her go, envying her energy. He dumped the dishes from his bed onto his desk, took off his glasses, and took a nap.



Cassie reached the store in record time. She found what she was looking for, but when she got up to the old lady at the register, the woman sighed.

“Sorry, love, but this thing’s busted. Take the stuff over to the post office next door and have her ring you up, m’kay?” Cassie nodded, marveling that in such a small town you could trust somebody just to do what you’d asked. She wandered into the post office and was surprised to see a girl not much older than she—a few years at most—working the till.

“Hey, you’re the librarian’s daughter, right? Mr. Rainey’s new house maid?” She’d been spotted.

“Uh, yeah, I am.”

“I’m Alyssa. So you’re what, eighteen?” The girl was assertive, but not annoyingly so. Probably just bored, Cassie reasoned.

“Yeah.” She had to think ahead, what with the items she had to have Alyssa ring up.

“Busy night hmm?” Alyssa asked, her eyes dancing. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

“My boyfriend from New York City is coming out to visit tonight. He’s on his way to Wisconsin. I haven’t seen him in a few months.” Cassie said, swooning like the silly cheerleader types did back home.

“Must be rough.” Alyssa said, handing back her change.

“What’s that?” Cassie asked, tucking it in her pocket.

“Having a long distance relationship while working with Mr. Rainey. He’s kinda creepy, and I think a bit of a pervert.”

“Why would you think that?” Cassie asked, all big eyes and innocence.

“He tried to ask me out once, right after his ex and her boyfriend disappeared.”

“Creepy.” Cassie said, pretending to shiver. This girl made her feel sick to her stomach.

“Totally. So, you wanna hang out sometime?” Alyssa asked, flinging some golden blonde hair over her shoulder.

“Yeah. I’ll see you around.” Cassie said, waving and walking out the door to grab her bike. She felt like everyone was staring at her more than usual, and she was very conscious of the contents of the brown paper bag on her lap. She made it back uphill in time to catch Mort shoving corn fritters into plastic bags and into the freezer.

They had sandwiches and Doritos for lunch. Mort was more open than she’d ever seen him, making playful quips about wishing he could have a corn-free meal, but being afraid he’d die from lack of Doritos.

“I think you have a few addictions.” She told him seriously.

“Oh? What are they?” He asked.

“Cigarettes, Doritos, Jack Daniels… and writing.” He grinned.

“I stopped smoking for almost two years, now I only do it to relieve stress. Same thing with good old Jack. Just for pleasure. The others, you’re right about, though. I’m an addict.”

And he went on to ask her very deep, very good questions about her ideas on character building. And so they passed the day, avoiding the topic of sex and all its complications. Cassie fixed dinner, and then they watched some old movie about a crazy chick who had voices in her head and lit fires, and her older brother who was a mechanic and had to take care of her, and the cute and funny guy she fell in love with.

Cassie fell asleep leaning on Mort’s arm, and he was forced to stay still or risk waking her up. Eventually, he too slept.



A/N: So I've gotten into this kind of a rythm: Open a window on Veoh and pause the anime so it loads, write 'til it's done loading, then save, watch anime, write some more, and repeat. Who knew how much you can accomplish in an hour? LOL.

I promise you more hot smut to come soon, and thank you for your continuing support Giggles and Caz.

Talk to you soon,

S.S.