tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50502294746279550662024-02-08T08:21:51.640-05:00A. K. BantlingWelcome to my collection of adult, M/M, discipline fiction.A. K. Bantlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13213957611410246821noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050229474627955066.post-85788225039267122352015-07-22T17:04:00.002-04:002015-07-22T17:08:44.243-04:00Unwholesome Things - Part 18<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>A huge thank you to JL and Rowan for beta reading this, as
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What did I say would happen the next time you lied?” Rezo
asked as he turned the car onto the main road.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren blinked, dragging himself out of his thoughts. “What?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo’s eyes flickered toward Oren before returning to the
road. “So you don’t remember the part about the paddle.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren looked at him, stunned. “I didn’t lie.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Omission counts.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren turned his head to follow the scenery outside the
window. The roadside was littered with the speckled flowers from the
Idwal-Chroma House, the ones he still didn’t know the name of. He closed his
eyes to shut them out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That’s not realistic,” Oren said, his voice tighter than he
intended it to be. “You can’t expect me to report everything I do to you—<i>or
else</i>.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You know that’s not—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Maybe I would have told you if I thought you’d be
open-minded about it. Just because you don’t agree with something doesn’t mean
it’s wrong.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo was silent for long enough that Oren risked a glance at
him. His mouth was pressed into a grim line.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“And you don’t think you did anything wrong?” Rezo said
finally.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Obviously he’d done something wrong. Lots of things wrong.
That was never a question. Oren let out an explosive huff and slid down in his
seat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I meant in general,” Oren mumbled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Occasionally he felt Rezo’s eyes on him, but Oren didn’t allow himself to
return the gaze.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Do you want to try to talk this out before we get to your
house?” Rezo asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren was aware, distantly, that they probably should talk it
out, and he was aware—even more distantly—that he should probably be
apologizing, but at this moment it was utterly impossible to do either.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">So he shrugged.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Come on, sit up.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But if I sit up and pretend I’m ok, won’t that fall under
the category of ‘lying’ too?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren heard Rezo sigh. It was followed by the sound of the
turn signal clicking on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren jerked upright in his seat as the car came to a stop on
the side of the road.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Wait. What’re you doing?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo unfastened his seatbelt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“We’re in a hurry,” Oren motioned for Rezo to stay in his
seat. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You don’t have time to—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“This will only take a moment.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Look, I wasn’t trying to be difficult,” Oren said, his
anger falling away before the idea that he’d actually managed to provoke Rezo
into turning him over his lap now, rather than waiting until they got to his
house. “It’s just that I wasn’t actually lying. Really. I could have. I thought
about just making up a reason why I had to go home. You’d never have known the
difference.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">A look of disbelief crossed Rezo’s face, but he was still
safely on his side of the car, so Oren decided to take encouragement from that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But the thing was, I didn’t <i>want</i> to lie to you. It
just felt…” Oren struggled to find the right word before giving up and settling
on the obvious one, “wrong.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It is wrong.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So see, I didn’t lie, even when I was tempted to do so.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That you eventually told me, doesn’t change that you hid it
from me for days.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He had a point. “I wasn’t intentionally hiding it from you.”
Just from everyone else. Rezo had been mere collateral damage. But somehow that
didn’t seem like something it would benefit him to admit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“If you’d told me what was going on, I would have been
willing to move the date to another time.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I know.” Oren tried not to wince at the admission. “But
that doesn’t change that I <i>tried.</i> I made a genuine effort to be honest
with you even when I really, really didn’t want to, and I deserve credit for
that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo blinked at him, before turning to face the dashboard,
the lower half of his face disappearing beneath his hand as if deep in thought.
It was possible Oren’s words were finally having an effect on him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“And it’s not like there won’t be consequences from my
parents as well. I was so close to getting the internet back permanently, but
now—” Oren frowned at the slight shake of Rezo’s shoulders. “Are you… Wait—are
you <i>laughing</i>?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s not funny,” Rezo said, which wasn’t exactly a denial.
He took a deep breath and let it out, and when he looked up at Oren his
expression was properly forbidding. “But it’s just—are you suggesting that you
should earn points for every inappropriate impulse you <i>don’t</i> act on?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren hesitated, but only for a second. “Well, it wouldn’t
hurt to have some positive reinforcement. You could try rewarding good
behavior. I certainly wouldn’t object to some sort of redeemable
get-out-of-consequence points system.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Of course you wouldn’t.” Rezo shook his head. “I’ve had the
urge to take down your pants and spank you ever since we left the museum, but
I’ve been resisting since it seemed more important to check on your house
first. Do I deserve a reward for that?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Even though it wasn’t exactly a threat, Oren’s heart still
began to pound.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Maybe?” Oren gave him a weak smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“And if your reward is getting to lie without getting
paddled for it, does that mean my reward is getting to spank you without having
to wait until—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That’s not how it works,” Oren said quickly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo gave him an odd smile. It was barely there, only
visible at the edges, but it was unmistakably aimed at him. Oren couldn’t
fathom what he’d done to cause it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Why don’t we finish this conversation after we deal with
everything else?” Rezo offered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ok.” Oren watched with relief as Rezo re-buckled his
seatbelt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Do you have reception?” Rezo asked as he put the car in
gear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I was thinking you could call the catering company and see
if they could reschedule their visit for this afternoon.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oh.” Oren chewed his lip as Rezo drove them back onto the
road. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Would you mind if I did that after I get home? It’s not that much
longer.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo nodded and Oren felt a rush of relief. It wasn’t just
that he dreaded making the call—any call for that matter—but with his luck they
would tell him no, and he needed time to brace himself for that and the fallout
that would ensue.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He hoped he hadn’t actually managed to ruin his mother’s
party. The last thing he needed to do was upset her now, right before Norman
talked to her about Rezo.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren closed his eyes and leaned his head against the
headrest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’ll be alright,” Rezo said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“She’ll probably end up blaming you for what I did,” Oren
said without opening his eyes. “She’ll think you’re a bad influence.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo didn’t ask who.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren felt a hand slide behind the back of his neck, and
after a moment he took the fingers that rested on his shoulder into his own.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Parents can make relationships hard,” Oren said, giving
Rezo’s fingers a gentle squeeze.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m not going anywhere.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren opened his eyes to look at Rezo, but his gaze wasn’t
returned. Rezo was studying the road with that same quiet determination he seemed
to apply to everything he did.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren’s heart swelled as Rezo squeezed back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The caterer’s van was parked in front of the house. The
kitchen door was open and workers were loading supplies into the vehicle as if they
were preparing to leave. They must have gotten into the house not long after
the scheduled time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">At first Oren was flooded with relief. He wouldn’t have to
make any awkward phone calls, or end up explaining to his mother why there
would be no food or beverages at her party. The problem had been solved without
him having to do anything at all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But as Rezo parked the car—carefully so as avoid blocking
anyone in—it occurred to Oren that if the caterers had been able to do their
jobs, it meant that someone must have been available to let them in.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He didn’t know if the alarms had been handled remotely, or
if someone was inside, waiting to scold him as soon as he stepped through the
door. Oren was tempted to check for a car in the garage (there was even a space
allotted for Norman), but he didn’t want to have to explain why he was doing
that to Rezo, and so instead he found himself lagging behind Rezo as he made
his way into the kitchen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Inside Norman was talking to a dark-haired man in a catering
uniform. Behind them, a tiny elderly woman was sitting at the counter. She wore
oversized sunglasses, a long grey ponytail, and despite the heat, a baggy pink
knit sweater.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Norman nodded in acknowledgment of Oren, but otherwise he
kept his attention on the man he was speaking to. Oren was fine with that.
There was a sort of reprieve in this moment before he found out just how much
trouble he was in.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The woman was looking at him, but it was hard to make out
her expression behind the sunglasses. If she was Norman’s aunt, then it was
probably a mix of disappointment and frustration.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Although it was odd that she felt the need to wear
sunglasses inside at all. He wondered if she had an eye condition. Or a
hangover.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He smirked at the thought. It would be nice if
someone—anyone—involved in the situation would turn out to be as imperfect as
he was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked over to see Rezo’s
slight frown of warning.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren schooled his features into an expression <i>not</i>
likely to make even more wrath descend upon him and gave Rezo a brief nod. It
was strange having another person invested in the outcome of his situation. In
a way it was comforting.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren watched as the caterer shook hands with Norman, and
then thanked them all as he left. Oren was sad to see him go. Norman was less
likely to murder him while there were witnesses.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I see you’ve returned home, sir,” Norman said in what was
quite possibly the flattest voice Oren had ever heard him use.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I—yes.” Oren took a quick steadying breath. “About that—see
I made arrangements to handle everything remotely.” Oren held up his phone even
though it hadn’t helped before. “But, well...there were some issues with the
settings.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Then it was fortunate that the caterers had my number on
file.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren hesitated, uncertain whether that was something he
should agree with or not. It wasn’t lost on him that the cost had been Norman’s
plans.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Can we make it up to you?” Rezo offered, and while that
certainly wasn’t something that would have occurred to Oren to do, it was nice
to think that such a thing was possible.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Norman’s expression mellowed, fractionally, as he shifted
his attention to Rezo. “That isn’t necessary.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren’s guilt only increased at Norman’s refusal.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I came to visit with Norman,” the woman said, and Oren was
surprised to hear she had a thick southern accent, “and I got to do so here
just as well as I would’ve anywhere else. Next time he can wear me out, taking
me about and showing me the town.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“How long are you staying?” Rezo asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Name’s June.” She seized Rezo’s hand and shook it
vigorously.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m Rezo, Rezalino Diaz.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Figured.” She smiled. “I’ll be here just today and
tomorrow, then I’m going to down to the beach to visit my daughter.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Maybe you could do something tomorrow—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’ll be working the party tomorrow, Mr. Diaz,” Norman said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I could do it,” Oren said before he had time to think about
the horror of what he was offering.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Norman looked at him blankly, and there was an appeal in that. There was still time to take it back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I could take your place,” Oren forced himself to clarify. “At the party.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Surprise flickered across Norman’s face before it faded into
a careful neutral. “Thank you for the offer, sir, but working such an event
requires specific training.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren did his best to hide his relief. And maybe this outcome
was for the best. Norman would know he was willing to make up for what he’d
done, but Oren wouldn’t actually have to work at a crowded function that would
take all his willpower just to attend.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’ll help him,” Rezo said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Norman started to shake his head, but before he could
complete his refusal, June spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Let them. It will help their case with his mother.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>Help their case?</i> Oren glanced at Norman and it was
obvious from his expression that he’d told her a number of things about them.
At least he had the decency to look embarrassed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Between the two of us we should be able to handle it,” Rezo
said with the blind confidence of a man who had absolutely no idea about what
he was getting himself into. “As long as we have some basic instructions.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Norman looked from Rezo to Oren and back again. “If you’re
sure?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo nodded, and even though it had been Oren’s idea, he was
unable to make himself follow suit. Really, it was all he could do not to
panic.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I will contact Mrs. Gilby then and let her know about your
offer.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Thank you,” Rezo said, “and I apologize for today.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It was understandable, sir.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren frowned, not entirely certain what he meant by that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It was nice meeting you, June.” Rezo gave her a slight bow. </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“We’ll let you get back to your meal.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">What meal? For the first time Oren noticed the deli
sandwiches on the counter, only one of which was unwrapped.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You can join us if you like,” June said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Thank you, but Oren and I have something we need to talk
about.” Rezo held out his hand to Oren.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The word <i>talk</i> produced the usual amount of dread since Oren knew they were going to do nothing of the kind. But Rezo’s hand,
and the gesture he was making with it, had a different effect entirely.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren’s gaze flickered to Norman and June, but he saw no
signs of judgment, and then he chastised himself for hesitating, as if their approval
meant more than Rezo’s.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren accepted Rezo’s hand and he could feel the strength in
his grip. His hold, however, was gentle as he led Oren from the room and up the
stairs. He didn’t let go until they were inside Oren’s bedroom.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Once the door was closed, Rezo didn’t waste any time. “Go
stand by the bed.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Isn’t working the party enough?” Oren shoved his hands into
his pockets, dropping his gaze to the carpet. he already knew what the answer
would be.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You’ll feel better once we put this behind us.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“In theory.” Now that discipline was officially part of
their relationship, Oren supposed he had to be mature about this. Actually
voluntarily submit to the punishment and all that. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t
earned it. Part of him even looked forward to getting some relief from all the
guilt. But that didn’t mean he could just walk over and get into position.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Honestly, it had been a lot easier back when Rezo would just
pin him down, strip off his clothes, and get it over with. He wasn’t so aware
of his own submission—and, well, he didn’t have as much time to think.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oren,” Rezo said, his voice a low reminder of what Oren was
supposed to be doing. “If—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I can’t.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">At Rezo’s frown, Oren forced himself to continue.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Not when you’re going to—” Oren made a gesture that while
extremely vague, he was certain Rezo would have no trouble figuring out under
the circumstances. “I mean, it works better when you—take over?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo was looking at him, his head tilted ever so slightly to
the side as the crease in his brow deepened.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Well, it wasn’t like Oren was making sense. But just the
thought of putting the request into actual words—of saying out loud that he
wanted Rezo to carry the sole responsibility for carrying out the discipline
aspect of their relationship—only make it more obvious how unfair he was being,
that he was asking too much of Rezo, being selfish as always, and then Rezo
would—<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ok,” Rezo said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ok?” It took Oren a moment to process the meaning of what
Rezo had said, and by then a strong hand was already encircling his wrist.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo didn’t release him even after they’d reached the bed,
even though that meant undoing Oren’s jeans and tugging them down with a single
hand. Rezo took a seat and turned Oren over his left thigh, his right leg
trapping both of Oren’s.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It wasn’t one of their usual positions and the change was
worrisome. Was there a reason Rezo needed to put out the extra effort in
keeping him in place? He’d seen no sign of an implement, so at least there was
that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren heard the sounds of Rezo unbuttoning his sleeves and
pushing the fabric back along his forearms, just before he felt the weight of
Rezo’s palm come to rest on his bare skin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">And even though there had been a steady increase of the
churning in Oren’s insides, there was still comfort in that Rezo was in charge
of this, or rather that Oren <i>wasn’t</i> in charge. He focused on his
breathing: in and out, deep and slow. He would get through this with a minimal
amount of hysterics.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The first smack landed hard. Not as hard as it could have,
but it stung. He hated how loud it was, the sound of skin against skin, even
though he was fairly confident the soundproofing in the walls would prevent
Norman and his aunt from hearing this. Or at least he hoped.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo wasn’t lecturing him, his only focus on bringing his
hand down firmly across Oren’s bottom again and again, as if he’d already said
everything that needed to be said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">And that was the worst part. Rezo didn’t need to convince
Oren that he’d put a huge giant blot on their first date, Oren knew. They both
knew.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">And he’d risked making a mess of things with his parents and
losing Norman’s support.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">A sob threatened to wrench its way out of his throat, and he
fought to hold it back. There was no way the few stinging swats he’d received
by this point would justify tears.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But it was impossible to stop, and his sense of
embarrassment only grew as his eyes began to leak.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m sorry,” Oren said once he was certain Rezo had to be
aware of his distress. “I shouldn’t be reacting like this—not yet.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You don’t need to worry about that.” Rezo’s voice was calm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s not the pain, it’s just…” Oren’s explanation dissolved
into sounds of misery.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo ceased swatting him. “That it was our first date?” His
voice was gentler than Oren expected.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That’s most of it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It was still good.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Until I ruined everything.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You didn’t.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren’s chest tightened but he said nothing else.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo was quiet for a moment, and Oren didn’t dare twist
around, not when there was a good chance he’d be met with disappointment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Next time something comes up and interferes with one of our
dates,” Rezo said, “just tell me about it, so we can work it out together, ok?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Even though he’d known there likely would be a next time, it
was still nice to hear the words. He nodded, only afterward realizing that Rezo
couldn’t see him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ok?” Rezo repeated.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ok.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo shifted Oren forward, lifting his left knee and further
exposing the lower half of Oren’s bottom. The difference was subtle, but it
made Oren feel more exposed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That’s the only thing you’re being spanked for. Everything
else is being taken care of.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Working the party tomorrow will make amends with Norman. As
for the alarm system…” Rezo tightened his arm around Oren’s waist. “I think you
had enough of a scare that you won’t do anything like that again.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">If anyone else had said this to him, Oren would have been
outraged. It didn’t matter that what they said was true. But when Rezo said it,
it was as much permission to let go of his misdeeds as it was a reminder not to
repeat them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo wasn’t swatting him any harder than before, but the
area he was concentrating his blows was more tender. It wasn’t long before he
was pleading in earnest, kicking and twisting in Rezo’s grasp. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But to Oren’s relief, Rezo stopped soon after. Oren expected
to be guided to his feet, but instead Rezo bent down to remove Oren’s shoes. He
pushed his pants the rest of the way off, restored Oren’s boxers, and carefully
slid him under the covers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He removed his own shoes and joined Oren in the bed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Even though it hadn’t been that bad of a spanking, Oren was
too worked up to appreciate where they were, partially undressed and under the
covers. Rezo put an arm around him and Oren buried his face in his neck. He
clung to him, and Rezo returned the embrace.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo let Oren have as much time as he wanted, stroking his
hands down his back until Oren got himself under control.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I was impressed when you offered to work Norman’s shift for
him,” Rezo said after a while.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">As good as the word <i>impressed </i>sounded coming from
Rezo, Oren wasn’t ready to let go of the peace of the moment to think about
what he’d volunteered to do.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But then he remembered that Rezo had volunteered too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren snorted. “You say that now.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">A slight crease formed in Rezo’s brow, but before he could
ask what Oren meant, a notification alert sounded from his pocket. Another
alert followed from Oren’s phone, wherever it was on the floor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It had to be Norman. He was the only person who would
contact them both.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo leaned off the side of the bed to locate Oren’s pants.
He handed the phone to him without looking at the screen. Oren appreciated the
gesture of privacy, even if he was certain the texts said the same thing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Why does Norman need my measurements?” Rezo asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Or maybe not. Oren’s had only informed him that his mother
had said yes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“For the party. It’s sort of a…historical reenactment.” Oren
did his best to dampen his amusement over Rezo’s reaction.“Didn’t you wonder
why the caterers delivered the food the day before the party?” Oren smiled at
him. “My mom didn’t want anything present that would spoil the mood.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“And what is the mood?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Wuthering Heights.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo sighed and Oren lost the war with himself and grinned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So,” Oren continued, “Norman needs your measurements for
your costume.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“My costume?” Rezo’s expression was becoming progressively
more longsuffering. “And who am I supposed to be?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Probably just a random butler, but I know who they’ll <i>think</i>
you are.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“And who is that?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren wasn’t certain if he truly hadn’t guessed or if he just
wanted to hear what Oren would say.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Heathcliff.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo shook his head. “I’m not even going to ask why you
think that fits.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It could be worse.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo cocked an eyebrow at him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“At least Heathcliff’s interesting.” Oren grinned. “And he’s
not completely<i> </i>bad—once you get past all that brutality.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo’s eyes narrowed. “Oren—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Well, you have to admit there are certain similarities in
how—” Oren’s taunt turned into a squeak as Rezo rolled on top of him, pressing
him into the mattress. The tenderness in his backside was fading, but it was
still enough to make him wince.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’ve already been spanked! You can’t do it again! Don’t—”
Oren’s protests were smothered by Rezo’s lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren stilled at the contact as his brain caught up with
Rezo’s evidently friendlier intentions, and before he got to the point where he
could reciprocate, Rezo broke the kiss.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Am I hurting you?” Rezo smoothed a strand of Oren’s hair
away from his face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s fine,” Oren said, a little too enthusiastically. But
it <i>was</i> fine. What had been unpleasant a minute before, felt entirely
different when he had the heat and strength of Rezo on top of him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So if I’m Heathcliff, who will they think you are?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Me?” Oren thought back to the conversation he’d had with
Norman a few days earlier. “Linton, probably.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo gave him a slight frown that turned from one of
concentration to confusion. “Heathcliff’s son?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren rolled his eyes. “No. His rival. The one who actually
got the girl.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo snorted, and then lowered his head until his lips were
beside Oren’s ear. “And you want the girl.” </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The warm, teasing tone sent prickles down Oren’s neck.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ah, no, but—” Oren gasped as Rezo lightly nipped his ear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo kissed the injured spot, as if to make amends. “I think
I have a better solution for this love triangle.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren brushed his fingers through the short hairs on the back
of Rezo’s neck. “Oh god, yes.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo laughed. “What, no witty remark?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Maybe I just agree with you too much.” Oren pulled him
closer, resuming the kiss.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<o:p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></o:p></div>
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A. K. Bantlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13213957611410246821noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050229474627955066.post-44154838739475722062015-04-04T00:53:00.003-04:002015-04-04T00:53:49.079-04:00Unwholesome Things - Part 17<div class="MsoNormal">
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<o:p><i style="font-size: x-large;">Special thanks to Rowan for the beta reading and support! And to JL for the feedback, encouragement, and inspiration!</i></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The house opened into a wide hallway with doors on either
side of a central staircase. The wall behind the stairs was formed from a
mosaic of river rocks in dusky blues and greys. After staring at it for a
moment Oren could make out a tree and smaller creatures in the shadows. It
wasn’t the kind of thing he would want to see entering his own house at night,
but it had clearly taken skill to create it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I thought you said he was a painter?” Oren said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo frowned as if the distinction hadn’t occurred to him. “That’s
what he was known for, but—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m not complaining.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I haven’t been here before, but there are supposed to be
murals in some of the rooms.” Rezo gestured toward the doors on either side of
the hall.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">There were signs hanging in the doorways and on the stairs,
but instead of the obligatory declaration of “tour starts here” and some facts
about the painter’s life, he saw only the words “left,” “right,” and “up.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren was intrigued, but he didn’t voice it. “Not exactly informative
are they?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It just means we have choices. Where do you want to go
first? Left or right?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Up?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Of course you do.” Rezo shook his head but he was grinning. </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“After you.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">At the branch in the stairs, Oren took the path to the left.
It opened into a long hall with rows of doors. A look over his shoulder showed
an identical hall on the other side of the stairs. It seemed sparsely decorated
for the home of an alleged eccentric, but maybe it would be different inside
the rooms. Oren opened the first door and Rezo followed close behind him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">One wall had been painted so that a single flower spanned
the distance from floor to ceiling. It was a common one that Oren had seen
along the roadsides many times but had never bothered to learn the name of. Every
detail of the downturned flower had been painted so meticulously—the long
stamens, the speckled petals, and even some type of parasitic insect—that they
had taken on an unreal, almost alien quality. At some point Idwal’s flower had
stopped being pretty and become more…eerie. Oren loved it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“This wasn’t exactly what I was expecting,” Rezo said, and Oren
caught his slightly uneasy frown before he masked it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I think it’s great.” Oren smiled at Rezo’s look of relief. “I
might even call his style inspiring, except…” Oren’s grin turned sly. </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Weren’t
you the one who criticized me for having art all over my room? At least I
didn’t paint </span><i style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">on</i><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> the walls.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo seemed to relax a little at the teasing. “It was your
subject matter.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You don’t seem to have a problem with that <i>now.</i>”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You know what the difference is.” Rezo had gone stiff
again. It was bizarre that when they finally went on a real date, Oren was the
one who was more at ease. He’d expected the opposite to be true. Maybe it was
just because Rezo had picked the place and he felt responsible for the outcome.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Well, if Rezo needed to be provoked back onto comfortable
ground, then it was entirely his own fault when Oren proceeded to do it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You mean the difference between his technique and mine?”
Oren said. “Maybe if I magnified every little detail into massive proportions,
then my work would stop being inappropriate and start being art.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I never said your work wasn’t art.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren pretended to think for a moment. “I’d need more
detailed reference material.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No, you don’t.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I know…” Oren brightened. “<i>You</i> could model for me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo’s eyes widened.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Don’t you want to see your”—Oren watched Rezo’s jaw
tighten—“anatomy enlarged until it’s big enough to cover an entire wall?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No. Absolutely—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It wouldn’t be the first time you modeled for me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo leaned toward him and Oren’s breath caught.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I don’t remember that ending well for you,” Rezo said, his
voice low.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Actually, Rezo had been the subject of his drawings many
times without anything bad happening at all, but this probably wasn’t the best time
to make him aware of that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But this time I’m asking permission.” Oren did his best to
look innocent, although it was hard when his thoughts were anything but. Not
with Rezo looking at him like that. “And it’s not like you’d have to hold still
for a long time—I could just take pictures.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo just shook his head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Well, if I can’t use you…” Oren sighed as dramatically as
he could. “I guess I can settle for self-portraits—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren yelped as Rezo’s fingers closed around his wrist. “Wait,
wait, wait!” He threw out an arm to block any incoming swats, but Rezo only
pulled him close.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Maybe I want that to be for my eyes only,” Rezo said, the
heat of his breath warm against Oren’s ear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo had never said anything so possessive before, and it
was—hotter than it probably should have been. Which probably wasn’t the
healthiest response, but at this point he was just going to have to add that to
his list of quirks.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Understand?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ok.” At that moment he would have agreed to just about
anything. He turned so his lips were nearly in contact with Rezo’s. “How about
if everything is for your eyes <i>right</i> <i>now</i>?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo’s amused snort wasn’t nearly enough warning for the sharp
swat that landed on Oren’s backside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ow! What was that for? I was <i>agreeing</i> with you,” Oren said, jumping away to a safer distance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo made no move to follow him. “Let’s get back to the
tour.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren rubbed at his bottom, but it was mostly for show. He
scowled at the grin Rezo gave him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Undaunted, Rezo held out his hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s not fair to be a tease if you’re going to make me
wait,” Oren said as he took Rezo’s fingers into his own.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I am <i>not</i> the
tease here.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">That was probably true, but it didn’t stop Oren from rolling
his eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo kissed him once on the side of his head as they
continued on to the next room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The rest of the tour was interesting, although with less
touching and banter and more focus on the actual art. A group of preteens and a
frazzled looking adult arrived and both Oren and Rezo had automatically toned
down their contact. Oren wasn’t certain what Rezo’s motivation was, but for him
affection seemed somehow better when it was private, without the resulting
worry over what others thought to distract him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Even though he’d still enjoyed himself, Oren was glad when
they completed the tour inside and went out to the gardens where there was
enough space to make it easy to be alone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">There were picnic tables scattered throughout the gardens, and
they chose one beside a koi pond. The area was Japanese themed but didn’t seem
to be exceptionally accurate. The mishmash of vaguely Asian things appeared to
fascinate Rezo however, and Oren suspected that if he didn’t manage the
conversation carefully he was going to spend the date being lectured on cultural
exchange, or globalization, or appropriation, or something else he wasn’t going
to quite understand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren dropped down onto one of the benches, trying to think
of a new topic of conversation, when he remembered that he was supposed to be
keeping track of the time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What time is it?” Rezo asked when he saw Oren checking his
phone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Seven minutes until noon.” And time to disarm the alarm,
although he’d rather not do it in front of Rezo.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo nodded and his expression went far away. “If you’re
ready for lunch, we could do that now. I just need to get something from the
car.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">His timing could not have been more perfect. Clearly they
were made for each other.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Alright.” Oren glanced around the empty grounds. “I can
stay here and make sure no one gets our table.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Great,” Rezo said, entirely oblivious of Oren’s joke. He unslung
the insulated bag from his shoulder and set it on the table. “I’ll be right
back.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">As soon as Rezo was out of sight around the building, Oren
keyed the information into the app. He watched as it began the “sending”
process. It was incredibly slow. But that made sense, the location was remote
and everything here was probably accomplished with the same grueling, country
speed. He had a few minutes before the caterers were due to arrive so he wasn’t
worried.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He had typed up a message for them with instructions to
contact him by email if anything went wrong, and he pressed send on that as
well. He wasn’t surprised when that connection was just as slow as the first.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He stuffed the device back into his pocket and waited for
Rezo’s return. He considered unpacking the insulated bag—Rezo would be so
impressed with how helpful he was—but then decided against it. Rezo seemed to
be trying to make this special, and he might mess something up. Especially if
it required whatever it was Rezo had forgotten in the car.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren wondered if he were responsible for that—that Rezo was
so caught up in thoughts of him that for once he was the one who wasn’t
prepared. It was a nice fantasy, and Oren let himself indulge in it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">When Rezo returned he was carrying a wide flat box. It didn’t
look like it had anything to do with food.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He handed it to Oren.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren took in the textured lid with its green and black
patterns in confusion. “What’s this?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s not much,” Rezo said, looking anywhere but at Oren.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren removed the lid. Inside was a sketchbook. The cover had
the same design as the box and beside it was a set of six micron pens.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Is that the right kind?” Rezo said. “I asked my aunt what
to get. I don’t know if you remember, but she’s the one with the art studio—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Is this a gift?” Oren tore his eyes away from the items to
focus on Rezo.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo gave him a stiff shrug. “It’s traditional.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren frowned. “But I didn’t get you anything.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You’re not supposed to, only the—” Rezo stopped, his
expression growing sheepish. “I guess that’s the problem with traditions, they
don’t take social change into account. And even in heterosexual relationships
it should be acceptable for either partner to give something, regardless of
gender—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What are you talking about?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I was taught to always bring a gift on a date.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Doesn’t that get expensive, I mean, if you keep seeing
someone?” Oren shook his head and continued before Rezo could answer.
“Nevermind. But if you'd told me, I’d have brought you one too.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Next time.” Rezo looked away, which wasn’t what Oren wanted
at all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren moved to the other side of the table. “Thank you.” He
kissed the edge of Rezo’s mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Strong fingers caught Oren’s jaw and pulled him into a deeper
kiss.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It took Oren a while before he was willing to break away. “You
know, you’re a lot more romantic than I would have expected.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m not the only one.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren pulled back. “I’m not romantic.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo smiled at that but let it drop.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So is our entire relationship going to be traditional?”
Oren said, changing the subject. “Are there other things I should know about?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo snorted. “Nothing with you is traditional.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So what would a traditional relationship be like?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m not an expert on that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“As a sociology major, shouldn’t you be?” Oren grinned at
the look Rezo gave him. “Well, what was your parents’ relationship like?
Pre-marriage?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo looked at him strangely and for a moment Oren worried
he’d said the wrong thing, but then Rezo spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“If our relationship was like my parents’, we would have started
with a long period of courtship where one of us would pretend to be
disinterested. We would tease each other, and then after a while there would be
gifts, and finally we’d meet each other’s parents.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren looked at him for a moment. “How is that not what we’ve
been doing?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That’s not—” Rezo stopped. He looked at Oren and a slow
smile spread over his features. “You might have a point.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It makes sense that the one time I do something the right
way it’s entirely accidental.” Oren shrugged. “At least now I can say I’ve
tried it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren found the eye roll he received to be particularly
affectionate.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo said nothing else, but began to unpack the cooler.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Lunch turned out to be peanut butter and jelly. While not as
extravagant as Oren was expecting, not with how nice everything else on the date
had been, it wasn’t bad. Watching Rezo lick the occasional drip off his fingers
was even less bad.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Afterward they walked the gardens. The grounds were
attractive and interesting, but most of his attention was on the way Rezo would
touch him. A hand stroking his back, fingers twined in his, and the occasional brush
of his lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren was happy. Not just entertained or distracted, but
truly deeply happy. He’d been feeling this way more and more recently. Part of
it was because of Rezo, of course—having someone he cared about and could
trust. But it was also a sense that <i>he</i>
was becoming better. That he was less of the inevitably defective person he had
always suspected himself to be, and actually capable of doing good things and
being basically functional. Productive even.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But maybe all that was from Rezo too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s hard to remember that I don’t have school on Monday,”
Rezo said, interrupting Oren’s thoughts. “Since I don’t have anywhere to be for
once, do you want to do something else after this?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Like what?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“We could go see a movie.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">After their conversation last time, Oren wasn’t sure what
that meant. If Rezo wanted to make progress in the dark, he was willing. But if
Rezo just wanted to spend time with him and watch the show—he was also willing.
Well, at least the answer was the same either way.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Sure,” Oren said, and the warmth in Rezo’s gaze seemed to
transfer directly into his chest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I don’t know what’s playing,” Rezo said, “but—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I can look it up,” Oren offered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo’s eyes shifted to Oren’s phone as it was slipped from
his pocket. “Is that new?” Rezo started to reach for it but stopped, keeping
his hand at a polite distance. “Mind if I look at it?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Go ahead.” Oren handed it to him with a shrug, secretly
pleased that he was interested. It was as if with every second he was becoming
more useful.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo made a few taps and sliding motions on the screen and
frowned. “It’s not connecting.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Yeah, the reception isn’t great here. It worked better at
home.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That’s not it.” Rezo made a few more motions. “You have it
set to Wi-Fi only.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren wasn’t quite sure what the implications of that statement
were, but that didn’t prevent his stomach from sinking.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I turned it back on now,” Rezo said. “And it looks like
you’ve got some kind of alert.” He passed it back to him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren looked down at the screen and saw the alarm company’s
logo with the words: <i>failed to send</i>. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He took a breath. This didn’t necessarily have to be a cause
for panic. Error messages could happen for all sorts of reasons. He took a slow
breath as he began navigating the menus to look for the alarm status. It wasn’t
difficult, the blood-red lettering made it hard to miss: <i>armed.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren refreshed the page but the status didn’t change. “This
can’t be happening.” It didn’t make <i>sense</i>.
He’d given the caterers his email address. They should have contacted him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What’s wrong?” Rezo asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Before Oren could answer he was interrupted by the beep of
an email notification—followed shortly by three more.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">How long had the caterers tried to get into his house before
they gave up? Did they give up? Was his mother at home now, furious that she
had to return? Or was she still in blissful ignorance and wouldn’t know
anything had gone wrong until tomorrow at the failed party?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“<i>Oren</i>.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren looked up and was surprised to see concern in Rezo’s eyes.
He wasn’t entirely certain why it was there, but it was nice. Really, Rezo
looking at him with kindness and compassion was something he could never get
enough of.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo’s placed a hand on Oren’s arm in a comforting gesture.
“What happened?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I need to go home,” Oren said, hating the words even as he
spoke them. “I’m sorry. I was having a good time. A really good time, but—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Is everyone alright?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I…” Oren’s eyes dropped to Rezo’s hand. The moment he told
him the truth he was going to get a very different reaction.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He didn’t have to tell him. Rezo had given him the perfect
out. All he had to do was make something up about someone being sick. Or having
a minor injury even.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Except that wouldn’t be true and Rezo expected better from
him. Rezo <i>deserved</i> better from him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Did someone get hurt?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Not yet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I was supposed to disable the alarm so some caterers could
get into the house, but the request didn’t go through. I thought I was
connected.” Oren held up the phone as if he could transfer some of the blame to
it. “I didn’t know.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“They probably just called your parents and—” Rezo frowned. </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Why
did you wince?”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I didn’t.” Oren watched Rezo’s eyes narrow. “I mean, it’s
complicated.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo folded his arms over his chest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Come on, it’s not fair to look at me like that. I’m already
going to be in trouble with enough people.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Why are you going to be in trouble?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren hesitated. “I wasn’t supposed to leave the house
today.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo blinked at him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It was really unnecessary for me to stay with the caterers,”
Oren continued. “We’ve used the same company forever and they’ve always been
trustworthy.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“If your parents were comfortable letting the caterers in
unsupervised they’d have done so. They could have new employees. You’re lucky
they couldn’t get in—who knows what could have happened to your home?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I am not lucky.” Oren ignored the slight narrowing of
Rezo’s eyes. “It was terrible luck that Norman had to pick up his aunt at the
airport, and neither of my parents would be home, of course, they’re never home,
but still. And getting a new phone so I wouldn’t know about the Wi-Fi stuff
wasn’t lucky either. I did everything I could to handle this responsibly. I even
gave them my email address in case there were any problems. It should have been
fine.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Why didn’t you leave them your phone number?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren felt some of his righteousness fade away. “I didn’t
want them to interrupt our date.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo exhaled and slowly let his head drop into his hands. “I
should have known,” he said, rubbing his temples.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren didn’t ask what.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But Rezo told him anyway. “I should have known you would
manage to get in trouble on our first date. You’ll probably get in trouble on
all our dates.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That’s not true. I’m not always going to—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“As much as I’d like to deal with this now…” Rezo looked
pointedly at the picnic benches and a lump formed in Oren’s throat. “We should
figure out how bad this is first.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Let’s get you home.”</span><o:p></o:p></div>
A. K. Bantlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13213957611410246821noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050229474627955066.post-25448599634678587312015-03-04T23:21:00.000-05:002015-03-04T23:55:28.460-05:00Probability Says<span style="font-size: large;">A wizard amuses himself with a hat that predicts the future.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Until it tells him something he doesn't want to hear.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>Special thanks to Rowan the beta reading and support! And to JL for the feedback, encouragement, and inspiration!</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan set the late Wizard Thorus’ hat down on
his conjuring table and took a step back. It seemed to have a presence, like
something that should have always been there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He’d been aware of Thorus’
reputation for years, long before he’d been granted his own wizard’s
robes last fall, but it wasn’t until the boxes from Thorus’
estate had arrived on his doorstep that he’d learned they were related.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The hat had been in Declan’s possession for over a week now, but
the novelty still hadn’t worn off. Not that he ever wore it—or
robes either, for that matter—but it was important to have them. And
he found the hat pleasing to look at: specks of ethereal energy danced through
lapis threads like starlight, a visual display of the power it contained.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It was a pity that the best an artist ever managed to
capture was a blue dunce cap with a few paltry moons and stars.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Well, hat,” Declan said. “What is the
probability that I get all these boxes unpacked before Broggie returns?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The starlight condensed into swirls, spiraling with
intensity before once again dispersing, and a tinny voice said, “Probability:
19.8%.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan made a face at it. “Hats are supposed to have more faith in
their wizards, you know.” But he smiled as he opened the nearest
box, peering down into the esoteric odds and ends.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">None of which had an obvious home.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The next box consisted of exactly the same, and Declan
stopped to tug his fingers through his ash-brown hair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I see your point, hat, I see your point.
But that just makes it a challenge, and…” He grinned. "I’m
going to make Broggie eat his words.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Probability: 0.1%.”
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan’s grin broadened. “Your
math skills may be phenomenal, but you’ve got a thing or two to learn about
turns of speech.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan
selected one of the boxes at random and lifted it onto the table.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You would think, that
if Brogan was so concerned about arcane objects being in unsafe places—although
whether or not the inside of a box counts as ‘unsafe’ is debatable—that he wouldn’t
leave it up to me, not when he insists I’m a human calamity, and…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan glanced back at the hat, one hand still on the edge
of the box. “Hat, if I just leave these boxes here, will Brogan get over
his unfounded worry about touching magical things and put them away himself?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Probability: 5.3%.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan rolled his eyes. “Maybe he’d like to touch my magical thing.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Probability—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Shh-shh-shh!” He waved it
silent. “Let’s stick to less depressing topics, such
as…what good is a henchman if he won’t even do the
dirty work?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">There was no response.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You’re too much of a stickler for form.”
Declan shook his head. “But, alright, what’re
the odds I could find another henchman who would put away all this stuff—oh
and who wouldn’t steal from me or try to use any of the objects for himself—and
would be as tolerant of my experiments—and maybe the <i>occasional</i> mishap—as Brogan is?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Probability: 7.9%”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan whistled. “Well, that’s better than 5.3%.”
<i>Broggie better watch it.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">His focus returned to the task in front of him. He still
hadn’t put anything away. When the boxes had first arrived he’d
skimmed through them, but hadn’t noticed anything more fun than the
hat. So he’d carried it around the cottage plying it with questions and
ignoring the rest—and clearly getting on Brogan’s nerves.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Alright, he would ask it one more thing and then get to
work. That was a promise.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“If I let Broggie hear me call him a
henchman—or Broggie for that matter—would it make him mad enough to forget
about the boxes for tonight?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Probability: 15.4%.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Better than no chance, but still not a win. Declan nodded
thoughtfully as he began taking the items out of the box and lining them up on
the table. Maybe being able to see it all at once would help him figure out
what to do with it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Unlike what Brogan thought, he <i>did</i> have a system. It just wasn’t one that helped him quickly find
components when he needed them, or one that made the shelves look uncluttered
and proper.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But it wasn’t like he could just stash things away,
here and there, no, there were rules. If he went lumping the wrong things
together he could end up with a fabric decay spell making tatters of his
bedroom, or a wind elemental knocking everything off the shelves and smashing
it all together—then Brogan would get to see what a calamity truly was…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">No, things had to be just so, which was going to take
awareness and thought and—<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">And he didn’t have time for this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Not when a box was a perfectly acceptable place to store
things. Brogan should be <i>grateful</i> he
had them all packed up rather than strewn all over the floor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan put the heavy and fragile items back in first,
carefully, and then, with one un-careful motion, he swept the bundled herbs,
cloth bags, and lighter items in as well.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">A few thin streaks of red and yellow powder, no more than a
residue really, remained on the wooden surface. He began to brush them away,
but as the colors combined, there was a sudden eruption of <i>pain</i> and <i>fire</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan yelped, leaping backward, as he flailed to extinguish
the flames that clung to his hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">On the table the fire was spreading rapidly, eating into the
wood as it raced toward the hat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No, no, no!” Declan
swatted the hat out of the way. <i>He needed
water</i>. There was no water, not unless he went all the way to the well. <i>A water spell.</i> No, that took too much
time. He could—<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He yanked off his jacket and used it to smother the flames,
which thankfully responded in the way of ordinary fire and went out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Damn it, he knew better—had just been thinking about this very
problem—and then he’d gone and done it anyway.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He growled, shoving his fingers into his hair, only to yank
them back out again when it hurt. He looked down at his palm, at the blisters
already beginning to rise. He didn’t have the ability to heal that. It
would be sore for days. He’d have to do everything one-handed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He closed his eyes and took a breath. He had to keep
focused.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">When he opened his eyes, he moved to stand beside the
charred table top. It wouldn’t be too hard to remedy. He had several
protective spells in place to make it more suitable for use in conjuring. After
a few murmured words and careful touches from his hand, it was well into its
rebound process.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Like the table, Declan’s jacket also had a restoration spell
cast upon it. In fact, it had been imbued with just about every sort of
protection spell he knew. It was like wearing not only the most lightweight,
comfortable suit of armor, but one that repelled insects and water and other
nuisances as well.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But this wasn’t Declan’s jacket.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He grimaced as he lifted it up. Brogan had specifically
asked him not to wear it while spellcasting. Not that this had been intentional
spellcasting, but <i>still.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It wasn’t his fault that Brogan’s
jacket was warmer than his, or that Declan’s own lean frame didn’t
handle the cold seeping into the cottage very well. A big brute like Brogan
didn’t actually need a jacket like that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Except that he was the one who was more likely to go out
into the elements and fetch whatever Declan needed. That was what he was hired
for.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But beyond the extra warmth, Declan liked the way the bigger
size hung on his frame, like a blanket with arms, and as long as he rolled the
sleeves up it was perfectly out of the way of his work. Usually.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">His hand was really starting to throb. Ignoring the jacket
for now, Declan went to find a salve and bandage his hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">With the pain dulled and his hand wrapped, he returned to
where the hat was still lying on the floor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Sorry about that, hat,”
Declan said, as he gingerly dusted it off and returned it to the table. “But
I figured it was more important that you remain intact.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The box was still sitting on the ground, only now it looked
less tedious and more hazardous.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Hat, what are the odds if I try to move
that the whole thing explodes?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“23.2%.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan glanced at the hat. “What happened to ‘probability’?
Dropping the formalities after I smacked you, eh?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The hat remained silent.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Well, that was for your own safety. You’d
have been more upset if I’d let you burn.” He picked up
the jacket, poking a finger through one of the blackened holes. “Besides,
when Brogan sees this, I’m probably going to get a good smacking
as well.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Probability 99.9%.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan stopped and turned back toward the hat. “What?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The hat did not repeat itself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan shook his head to clear it. “I think this
is another one of your issues with idioms. See what I meant by smacked was…”
What else could smack mean? A kiss? Brogan certainly wasn’t
going to kiss him—although he wouldn’t have any complaints. No, a smack could
be a…a…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He could figure this out. All he had to do was go through
the definitions, try a synonym or three and he’d have his answer. Or maybe the hat had
been referring to another part of the conversation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Would you have been more upset if I’d
let you burn?” That easily deserved a 99.9%.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The stars remained stubbornly unswirled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It took Declan a second, but then he let out a huff of
frustration. Of course it didn’t <i>feel</i>
anything. The hat was bespelled, not sentient.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Well, at least that meant there was no one here to hear him
say anything embarrassing if he cut straight to the heart of the matter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Is Brogan going to give me a good smacking
tonight?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Probability 99.9%.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Well, that settled that. “Just for the sake of clarity: Brogan is
going to slap me across the face?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Probability 0.1%.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Of course not. “Brogan is going to spank me?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Probability 99.9.%<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan was still for a long moment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What do you know, you’re
just a hat.” He let out a short laugh. “And I’m the idiot that’s standing
here talking to one.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan took the hat and put it in the broom closet. He
decided to leave the boxes where they were, he would just have to warn Brogan
not to tamper with them until he could set up a containment field. It was going
to be so much work to go through it now that powders had been spilled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It was ridiculous to think that Brogan would <i>spank</i> him, of all things. Declan was a
grown man—and Brogan’s employer and a <i>wizard</i>. No one would do something like that to a wizard, because a
wizard might do something back, something much worse, and—<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">And it was just a jacket. It wasn’t even the
first one that Declan had destroyed. Brogan had to be used to this kind of
thing by now.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He would buy Brogan a coat. A better coat. And one for
himself too so he wouldn’t be as tempted to borrow it. Although
if he were honest with himself, he didn’t wear Brogan’s jacket
because it was warmer, it was because, well…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Replacing it had nothing to do with trying to get out of
some ridiculous punishment that would never happen, not in the next five
millennia. No, it was simply the right thing to do.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But what if he <i>had</i>
pushed Brogan too far?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan wasn’t exactly the best about respecting
Brogan’s boundaries. He took his stuff when he asked him not to, he
didn’t always have all the safety perimeters in place when he
worked, and the results had been mess after inconvenience after minor injury
and humiliation after—really it was remarkable that the hat
thought he had any chance of replacing Brogan at all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan stuffed the jacket into a pillowcase and hid it under
the eaves in the barn. Afterward, he opened the cottage’s windows to
let the breeze take care of the burnt smell. He would wait to close them until
just before Brogan was due home. Declan was going to freeze, but it would be
worth it if he could wait a day or so before discussing what had happened. The
boxes would be enough for this evening.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Of course, there was one way to take the guess work out of
the situation. While it was important to never cast a spell on a human unless
it was absolutely necessary, this wouldn’t be so much of casting a spell on
Brogan as it would be facilitating communication.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Brogan was even the one who
said he ought to be more direct in expressing his feelings, less hiding behind
evasive snips and snarks. If he could get Brogan to speak openly about
everything that was bothering him, well, Declan could began to make little
changes to keep him happy, before things got out of hand. And he could find
out, hypothetically, just how he would react to the destruction of another one
of his things.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan took the dried mayroot leaf down from its shelf. One
pinch and Brogan would be as candid as he could want.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"># <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan turned away from the stove when the door to the
cottage opened. Brogan was carrying the supplies he’d taken the
mule to town for and wearing his old jacket, the one with the holes in the
elbows. Really, if he’d insisted that Declan give his back
when he left, there never would have been a problem. Although Declan had been
pleased that he’d let him keep it at the time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Did you burn something?”
Brogan asked, sniffing the air.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Is that the kind of greeting I get? Here
when I’ve made us dinner?” Declan gestured theatrically at the
stove. “See if I repeat the mistake.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"Is that food?" One side of Brogan’s
face lifted into a grin. “It’s not an experiment? Nothing weird is
going to happen to me if I eat it?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan’s smile nearly faltered. “What
do you take me for?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“A wizard.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan shrugged, although he was secretly pleased. Brogan
knew he was young to have achieved that title, and it wasn’t
always as well accepted by his peers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What happened to your hand?”
Brogan approached and gently lifted Declan’s wrist to inspect it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Just a minor burn.”
Declan tilted his head toward the stove, which wasn’t technically
a lie. It was a gesture. “I already put the salve on it. I was a
good boy.” Now that was a lie.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Brogan snorted, but he let the matter—and Declan’s
hand—drop.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He began to put away the supplies from the store, while
Declan set the table.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Where’s the hat?” Brogan asked as he took a seat. “Is
it not joining us tonight?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s in the broom closet.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Brogan raised an eyebrow at that, and then his posture was
braced for action, as if he suspected some sort of disaster must be responsible
for that, and at any second haddock were going to start raining from the loft,
or hornets crawling out of the floorboards.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan resented that. Not that it wasn’t
true, but he resented it anyway.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I confess to having an ulterior motive,”
Declan said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He was surprised to see Brogan relax at his words. His
behavior seemed oddly backwards. Unless he always assumed Declan had ulterior
motives and it was a relief to know what they were?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I wanted to talk about the boxes,”
Declan continued. “They’re going to be a bit more trouble than I
expected, and I thought we could discuss containment measures ahead of time,
rather than just springing it on you like usual.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Sounds like a good plan.”
Brogan took a seat at the table and nodded his head toward the pitcher of tea
in appreciation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan sat down across form him and hid his nervousness by
taking a sip of his wine. Brogan might never drink, but Declan was going to need
it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“This is good,” Brogan said.
He hummed contentedly as he dug into the meal.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan tilted his glass toward him before taking another,
and very long, sip.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It had been several minutes. It was time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So…in the past,” Declan said,
trying to sound casual. “You’ve not always been happy with how I
handled my spells. Particularly in regards to safety.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Brogan made a sound of agreement, but his focus remained on
his plate.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan frowned. He hadn’t mixed up the herbs for gluttony and
honesty, had he? No, he’d been careful.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’ve made messes, destroyed your personal
effects, been the cause of a few minor scrapes here and there.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Not always minor.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">While that wasn’t anything Brogan wouldn’t
have said under normal circumstances, it was, most certainly, honest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“And this has upset you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Yes.” Brogan paused to look at Declan before
he took another bite. He shrugged. “But it comes with the territory.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">There was both good and bad to that response. Bad that
Brogan thought he was innately difficult, but good that he seemed to accept it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan was silent for a moment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“The job can be challenging,”
Brogan said, “but I like working for you.” He took another bite of his potatoes,
as if that was all there was to the matter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Have you ever thought that I got away
with too much?” Declan’s voice was quieter than he intended. He
forced himself to sound more casual, like he was merely curious, and not too
serious. “That I manage to avoid consequences that maybe I shouldn’t?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Brogan frowned and set down his fork. “Are
you feeling guilty about something?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What?” Declan felt his heart pump harder,
flooding his body with all this useless adrenaline. This was a harmless
hypothetical conversation, he didn’t need to panic. “I mean, why?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan forced himself to drink more of his wine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Because you’re acting like
you think you deserve to be punished.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan choked, then coughed, blasting the alcohol up into
his nasal cavities as he inhaled, and holy hell did that burn. He closed his
eyes, shoving away from the table, reaching out for a napkin only to feel it
pressed into his hands. He wiped at his eyes, blew his nose, but it was still
incapacitating.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Here, drink this,” he heard, and
he felt a cool glass pressed to his lips. He took several soothing swigs of
tea, cleared his nose a second time on the napkin, and his vision began to
clear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Sorry,” Brogan said. “I should have
timed that better.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You think?” Declan said, but he dulled the bite of
his words with a slight smile, even if the pain hadn’t completely
abated. He could only blame others for so much.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But any attempt at humor faded when he saw which glass
Brogan was refilling. “You gave me your tea.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Wine wasn’t going to help.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan stared at the cup. It wasn’t fair—he’d
gone out of his way to put it in the one thing that they wouldn’t
share, and then Brogan had to go and be <i>helpful</i>
and ruin the whole damn thing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He took a calming breath. This didn’t have to mean
anything. There was a possibility that the truth potion had failed. Brogan wasn’t
talking much differently than he normally did—unless he actually was this honest all
the time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">No, it was better to be safe. Declan finished his wine and
stood up, his plate hardly touched.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m going to bed early tonight,”
Declan said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Brogan’s brows drew together in confusion. “I
thought you wanted to talk about the boxes.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“We can talk about that tomorrow.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But wasn’t the whole point of the dinner was to
discuss setting up a containment field?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It was, but I don’t want to risk
saying something I’ll regret while under the influence of a
truth potion.” Declan’s hand flew up to cover his mouth, too
late.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“A what? How did you get a…?”
Brogan looked down at the table. His eyes scanned Declan’s plate, his
wine, the tea pitcher, the serving bowls—and then back to the tea.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan looked down in shame, but he could still feel Brogan’s
gaze boring into him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“<i>Why?</i>”
His tone was no longer tolerant.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s not what you think.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I don’t know what to think.”
There was a moment of tense silence. “You put a spell on me?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan shook his head. “I gave you a potion. It’s
not the same as—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You <i>drugged</i>
me?” Brogan leaned forward as if he was about to reach out and
grab him, but he didn’t, his hands only balling into fists on
the tabletop.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s temporary.” Declan’s
voice was less steady than he wanted it to be.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Brogan took a deep breath, but instead of releasing it
slowly, one step closer to calming down, it came out in one forceful huff.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Is this what you felt guilty about?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Partly.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“<i>Did</i>
you do this because you wanted to be punished?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That was only half of it.”
Declan froze. What had just come out of his mouth? That wasn’t
true—what the hell was wrong with this potion?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Brogan was staring at him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan dropped his gaze to his lap.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Why don’t you tell me the rest of it?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan grimaced. “I don’t want to.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He heard the sound of Brogan leaning back, his hands
withdrawing into his own lap.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“At this point,” Brogan said. “I
don’t see what more harm it could do."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">That hurt, more than Declan expected. He excelled at messing
things up, and he didn’t want to think he’d
reached the threshold for what Brogan would tolerate, because he knew it was
always possible that he would sink lower.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan forced himself to speak. “I decided to
unpack the boxes before you got home. To, you know, show you I wasn’t
going to let them sit there until the boxes disintegrated, like you said I
would.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Brogan didn’t say anything, and Declan didn’t
look up to check his reaction.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan continued, “Some of the powders became mixed
together and a fire started on the conjuring table. I was able to put it out
and repair the table.” Relief washed through him as he
realized he hadn’t been required to say <i>how</i>
he’d put it out. Apparently lies by omission were perfectly
acceptable.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I knew I smelled something burning.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan was careful not to respond to that, lest he verify
what.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“After that, I jokingly told the hat—”
Declan paused to look at Brogan. “Thorus’ probability hat? The one I’ve
been carrying—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"I remember the hat."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He was hedging. He took a quick breath. “I
jokingly told the hat that you would give me a good smacking when you got home.
But then it, well, it answered.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He looked up and saw Brogan’s puzzled expression. “What
did it say?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“99.9%.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Brogan didn’t laugh, although Declan almost wished
he would have for it would’ve put that threat to rest right then
and there, but he did look stunned, which was better than some alternatives.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Are you sure you didn’t
have that backwards?” Brogan asked. “That it
actually meant there was a 99.9% chance that I <i>wouldn</i><i>’t</i> smack
you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No, I clarified. I even checked its
definition of the word ‘smack’ in case it meant you were going to kiss
me, because I would enjoy that.” Declan froze, and as soon as he saw the
flicker of surprise, and worse, understanding, on Brogan’s face,
he buried his face in the palms of his
hands.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I take it that wasn’t
it?” Brogan’s voice wasn’t unkind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No, it specifically meant a spanking,”
he said through fingers and bandages.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">After a long moment Brogan said, “The thought
has crossed my mind.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan moaned his unhappiness. Much better than opening his
mouth and letting god knows what come out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But even if I were to do something like
that—which I wouldn’t just do, for your information—it
wouldn’t be because you accidentally started a small fire that you
quickly contained. Especially since you repaired the damage.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“If I had been less careless there never
would have been a fire.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Brogan shook his head as if to say, <i>still no</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">There was no point in hiding the last part after everything
else he’d said. “I used your jacket to put it out. It’s
ruined. I hid it in the barn.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“My good jacket?” Brogan
groaned at Declan's nod. But then he shook his head. “Still wouldn’t
have spanked you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan sighed his relief. So the hat had been wrong. Maybe
it was the one in need of a dose of truth potion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I am sorry about the jacket,”
Declan said. “I’ll miss it too. Next time I can cast
protection spell ahead of time to…” Declan stopped, noticing Brogan’s
expression.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No, I’ve gotten used to you destroying my
stuff, but giving me a truth potion was something else entirely.”
Brogan tapped his fingers on the table. “Finding out about that made me want to
pull you out of that chair and turn you over my knee right then and there.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan felt a flush move down his neck at the threat, and it
was only partially from embarrassment. Hearing Brogan say he deserved a spanked
was a lot more intriguing than when it came from the hat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I wanted to find out if you would
actually do something like that before I told you about your jacket.”
Declan gave a small shrug. “I was aiming for that 0.1%.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So now what?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It was stupid and I won’t
do it again.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That doesn’t undo what you did,”
Brogan said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The worst part was that Declan couldn’t pretend it
wasn’t true. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“In hindsight, I can see how that was a
violation of your trust. I’m sorry, Broggie, I really am.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“’Broggie?’”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>Damn</i>. “It’s
what I call you when I’m talking to the hat. Or myself.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oh.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Brogan didn’t seem bothered by the nickname, so at
least Declan had managed to beat those odds.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Alright then,” Brogan said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“’Alright then’ what?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Brogan reached across the table and grabbed Declan’s
uninjured arm, and before Declan could process what was happening, he found
himself being dragged out of his seat and around to where Brogan was sitting.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Wait, wait, wait!” Declan tried
to pull away, but Brogan only tugged him onto—and not over—his lap, and
then any further protests were halted when Brogan kissed him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Brogan’s arm was tight around his back, as if
there was any possibility Declan would try to leave, as if Declan hadn’t
been fantasizing about this since the day he’d told Brogan he was hired. Declan
pressed into the embrace, sliding a hand around the back of Brogan’s
head and deepening the kiss.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">After a while Brogan pulled away, but he made no move to
remove Declan from his lap. “I thought you should know.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Know?” Declan echoed, the meaning of the word
lost.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That I’d enjoy kissing you too.”
He smoothed a stray back from Declan’s forehead.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan caught Brogan’s wrist and pressed a kiss into his
palm. “Well, that makes things a tad less awkward.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I think the potion’s
wearing off, because that makes things more than just a tad less—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I didn’t have as much as you. It’s
dose related. You’ve probably got another hour.” Declan nodded once, as if coming to a
decision. “So I guess I’ve got to say this next part on my own.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What part?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I think we ought to get it over with.
You turning me over your knee and all that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He expected Brogan to put up some sort of argument, or maybe
laugh and write the whole thing off as a joke, but he didn’t.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ok.” He shifted, and before Declan had time
to debate who would move what where, Brogan solved that for him and Declan
found himself face down over his lap, his palms flat on the floor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Brogan made no move to pull down his pants, and for that
Declan was grateful. Not that the thin material was going to offer much
protection, but he wanted the first time Brogan saw him naked to be under more
cheerful circumstances.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ready?” Brogan asked. Which was polite of him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I think that term is going to be
relative, in this case.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Brogan snorted. He tightened his grip on Declan’s
waist before bringing his hand down in a heavy smack.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan jerked. “Ow.” He was surprised to find that the pain
didn’t stop, but kept going, blossoming out across his flesh.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You ok?” Brogan asked as if somehow, even after
everything Declan had done, he still thought he needed special handling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan shook his head. “You can’t be so sensitive about this, you just
got to—ow!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Get it over with.” The
hesitation was gone from Brogan’s voice, and Declan missed it almost
immediately. “Right.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Brogan began swatting him faster and soon it wasn’t
just painful, but hot, unbearable, and absently Declan thought that was
fitting, as fire seemed to be the element of the day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ok, ok,” Declan gasped, finally, and if he hadn’t
needed his hands to hold him off the ground—he really was too big for this position—he
would have already tried to block the swats or grab Brogan’s
hand or—or do <i>anything</i> to
stop this. As it was, he was writhing in his lap, rocking his hips, and only
Brogan’s firm grip kept him in place.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Almost done,” Brogan said,
the note of reassurance back in his words.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan wanted to be done now, but it was a punishment, and
he guessed Brogan did deserve to decide when he’d had enough.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But his eyes were watering, and he was going to make even
more of a fool out of himself if that didn’t happen soon.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan heard himself sniff, and then again, and the next one
turned into a sob. <i>Damn it.</i> He was
crying.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Brogan stopped. He stroked a hand down Declan’s
back. After a moment, Declan felt himself being carefully lifted up and stood
on his feet. An instant later, Brogan was standing beside him, and Declan felt
himself enveloped in warm arms.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m sorry,” Declan said, his voice wet, unsteady.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s ok.” Brogan massaged circles along Declan’s
back. He must have felt the dampness on Declan’s face, but he didn’t
mention it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Did you still want to lie down?”
Brogan asked after a while, once Declan was calm, his breathing even.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Only if you come with me. You can read
or something.” He glanced up at Brogan. “Or read something to me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Brogan gave him a disbelieving look. “You want me to
read to you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s better than you talking freely and
saying something you don’t want.” Declan smirked. “Something like—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Don’t finish that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What? I was only going to—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Brogan clamped a hand over Declan’s mouth. “I
don’t think either one of us should be talking now.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan rolled his eyes, but he was grinning as Brogan made a
show of marching him to the bedroom, keeping him muffled the entire way. By the
time they collapsed onto his bed, they were both laughing, and then…then
Declan decided that maybe <i>not talking</i>
wasn’t so bad after all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">#<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Sometime after midnight, when Brogan was deep asleep, Declan
crept into the main room and removed the hat from the broom closet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So, hat, I’ve been doing some thinking, and I
believe that you’re responsible for this.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He waited, but nothing was said in return.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m going to take your silence as an
admission of guilt, because we both know that Brogan never would have done <i>anything</i> to me if I hadn’t
tried to prevent it, which I only did because of your statistic. So this is all
on you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The hat said nothing in its defense.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So what I should do is cut a pair
ear-holes in you and stick you on the mule.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Probability—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Shh. Let’s leave that up to my imagination.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Declan set the hat down on the conjuring table. In the
darkness it appeared to be no more than any ordinary hat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But because of what you did, well…”
Declan shrugged. “I don’t think Broggie’s going to be
sleeping in the loft anymore.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It was probably just a hole in a cloud allowing more
moonlight into the room, but the stars on the hat seemed to glow.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So, I guess I forgive you. Goodnight,
hat,” Declan said as he returned to his bed and Brogan.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Beta by Rowan. All remaining mistakes are mine.</span></i><br />
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Norman in his mother’s study, entering information into the computer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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part of Oren that wanted to deliver the news in the most shocking way possible.
It was, after all, the kind of thing he only got to do once. The rest of him,
however, realized that tact would be required if he wanted Norman to be on his
side.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Norman stopped working to look at him. He didn’t get to his feet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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was harder than he’d thought.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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frowned. “Is something wrong?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No.
Nothing’s wrong.” Oren took a deep breath. When that didn’t help he let it out
again. “There’s something important I have to tell you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The blend of
skepticism and worry on Norman’s face was entirely inappropriate.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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it, but too late to prevent the shift in Oren’s mood.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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his arms over his chest. “Rezo and I are together.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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no outward sign of surprise.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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didn’t appear to be making an inward one either.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That’s very
good, sir.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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hadn’t been clear enough. “I mean, really together. He’s my boyfriend.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Congratulations.
Mr. Diaz is a fine gentleman.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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a moment to understand what Norman meant by that, although it probably
shouldn’t have since the words were straightforward.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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approve?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It isn’t my
place to question your relationships.” Norman made a slight nod that would have
been a shrug on anyone else. “But you do appear to be happier since the
beginning of your association with him.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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realized he was smiling, and that, despite his best efforts, he wasn’t able to
stop. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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his head away before he spoke. “Now if only my parents felt that way.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It is
possible they will.” Norman gave him another nod. “I will speak to your mother
after Sunday’s party.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Party?”
Oren asked absently.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Your mother
will be hosting a luncheon and costume party here. It’s for her literary club
and is scheduled from noon until four.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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grimaced. “I won’t be home.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Your
participation, as well as Rezo’s, would make a distinctly positive impression
on your mother.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“And it
might disturb Rezo to the point where her opinion no longer matters.” Oren
paused to chew on his lip. “What’s the theme?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Wuthering
Heights.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No.
Absolutely—” Oren shook his head. “No. I had to read that book in school, and
it was more like a horror novel with all the dog murdering, child abuse, and
black magic.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I suspect
your mother will not be including those activities at the party.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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his eyes. “She’d probably want him to play Heathcliff.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“He would
make a striking tragic hero.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That
wouldn’t fit him at all. And besides, he wouldn’t be madly in love with <i>Catherine</i>.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Perhaps you
could demonstrate a more amicable relationship between Linton and Heathcliff.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Maybe too
amicable.” Oren paused to smirk, but then his brow creased. “Who’s Linton?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Heathcliff’s
rival and the eventual winner of the heroine’s hand in marriage.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“The other
male options are unlikely to hold more appeal for you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Well, I’m
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Your presence
is not required.” Norman paused to flex his fingers. “On Saturday, however,
your mother requests that you let the caterers in at noon to make
preparations.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I can’t,”
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relaying her message. You may contact her if her request causes difficulty for
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her I can’t do it.” Oren moved to leave. “She’ll have to pay you overtime.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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by the door. “Why not?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“In addition
to being my day off,” Norman paused as if that point in particular deserved
emphasis, “my aunt will be visiting. I need to pick her up at the airport on
Saturday.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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for a moment. “What time?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Her flight
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Afterwards
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I will be
spending the day with her.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But you
don’t understand.” Oren took a breath to lessen the whine that had crept into
his voice. He needed to sound less like a child that could be swayed, and more
like a man confident of his decisions. “I’m having my first date with Rezo.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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eyebrow drifted upward.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Our first <i>real </i>date, and he’s made all these plans
because he wants to make up for how long it took us to get to this point. He’s
put effort into it. And he’s probably already paid for it, and I don’t want him
to lose any money because he doesn’t have a lot.” It was a bit of an
exaggeration, but it conveyed his meaning better than simple facts could.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That would
be most unfortunate, sir. I do hope you will be able to work out some
arrangement with your mother.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">This was not
the way it was supposed to work. Oren uncrossed his arms, and his hands jerked
in frustration as he spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But she’s
completely unreasonable.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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expression was far from encouraging.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren didn’t
care, he refused to give up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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minutes later, Oren called his mother.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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answer which was somewhat anticlimactic. He set the phone down on his desk.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It rang as
soon as he let go of it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Enjoying
your new phone?” his mother said in lieu of a greeting.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Yeah, it’s
great, but—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I wanted to
get you the aquamarine one, but your father insisted on silver.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It was
vivid—absolutely mesmerizing. But he thought it would be unprofessional.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oh, well.”
It was hard to agree with his father, and yet—<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Not that
there’s anything wrong with being professional, but someone as withdrawn and
quiet as you are would be better off with something to inspire you to be less
serious.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Was he
serious? “I don’t know if having a—colorful—phone would make me less withdrawn.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oh, but it
would! People would see you pull it from your pocket, and the shock of color
would catch their eye...”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Um, I
don’t—Mom, it’s not like…” he struggled to come up with a comparison, “fishing.
Or something. You can’t just tack shiny lures all over me and expect me to be a
social butterfly.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Don’t be
silly, if I wanted you to be a social butterfly I’d cover you in flowers,” she
said as if she was particularly witty.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Butterflies
don’t wear flowers.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That’s
true.” Her tone became thoughtful. “Although, perhaps if we made you wings,
those would help you get in touch with your inner butterfly.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What? No—”
He was interrupted by her laughter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m joking.
I would never do that to you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He wasn’t
convinced.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What I
meant was that the phone would make the perfect icebreaker. The color would
give you something to talk about, especially if you used one of the opening
phrases from that book on making friends I gave you. You have been practicing
those, haven’t you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Um, that’s
not—I actually called you for a reason.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Well,
that’s ok. We can practice together. Your phone has a video chat feature.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Mom, you’re
not listening. I want to talk to you about Saturday.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Did Norman
give you my instructions? If you have any questions—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I can’t do
it. I have plans on Saturday.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You do?
That’s wonderful!” She said, and Oren had to hold the phone away from his ear
and her enthusiasm. “What are they? And with whom?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">That was
trickier to answer. “With, um, my friend, Rezo—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“The one I
met. He was delightful.” She paused, and when she spoke again her voice was
more restrained. “Although we still owe him a dinner.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Maybe, but
this Saturday he wants me to go with him to a museum.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Which one?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I don’t
remember exactly, just that it’s a house. But because of our plans I won’t be
able to let the caterers in.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You should
invite him to the party instead. He would look dashing in a suit.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He would,
but that wasn’t the point. “I’m sure you can find someone else.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Norman
isn’t available, and there is no one else I trust with the security of our
home.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Mom—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“The museum
will be there next Saturday.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You didn’t
even ask me if I could do it. I’m an adult, and—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I have to
get back to my preparations.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Goodbye,
honey, have a spectacular day!” She disconnected the call.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren fought
the urge to throw his phone into the wall—lest it be replaced with something
aquamarine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He sat down
on his bed. There had to be a better solution.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He could
postpone the date just long enough to let the caterers in. It was the same
catering company they’d used for years. His mother was being paranoid to think
they needed supervision.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He set his
phone down on the nightstand and lay flat on his back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But there
was a chance that Rezo would agree with her. He didn’t want to have to lie to
him if Rezo asked about it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He could
disable the alarm and locks before he left, and then tape a note to the door. It was
only two hours.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But even
though the odds of the house being robbed in such a short period of time were
astronomically small, it still felt wrong.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He wouldn’t
have this problem if only he could disarm the system remotely the way his
parents did from one of their computers or phones—<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren closed
his eyes. Sometimes he was so <i>slow.</i> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He left the
bed in one swift motion, heading for his door as soon as his feet touched the
carpet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He didn’t
know how his parents accomplished it, but he was confident he could figure it
out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He started
his search in his parents’ bedroom, in the drawer where they kept important manuals
and booklets. It took him less than a minute to find the one for the security
system. Printed on the front was the website for remote access with the
username and password written neatly underneath.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He
downloaded the required app, logged in, and tested it by arming and disarming
the alarm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It was
impossible to believe that doing something so easy could be wrong. In fact, the
more he thought about it, the more he realized this was more akin to planning
ahead. For once, he was prepared. <i>Responsible</i>.
Rezo would have been proud—if this had been the sort of thing he could have
told him about.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">#<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Saturday
started off better than most days. Oren woke up with enough time to shower and
get ready. He’d even remembered to charge his phone the night before. Apparently
all he needed was something to look forward to and he was capable of
accomplishing all sorts of things. Rezo was an excellent influence on him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Their
interactions over the last few days had been limited to texts where Rezo
updated him on school progress and Oren wished him luck.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He’d missed
him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">So it was
understandable that Oren was out his front door the moment he heard the chirp
of Rezo’s car in his driveway.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Hi,” Rezo
said as Oren opened the passenger door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Hi.” When Oren
had pictured this moment he’d imagined he’d say more, that he’d embarrass himself
babbling about how happy he was to see him. But now that he was here, all he
could do was grin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But at least
Rezo was grinning just as much as he was. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren climbed
into the seat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo kissed
him, but it was brief, and afterward he glanced at the windows of the house as if to make sure no one had been looking out of them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren buried
his flicker of frustration. “Norman knows.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You told him?”
Rezo looked surprised</span><span style="font-size: large;">—</span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">and possibly a little impressed.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That’s
usually how people find out.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Has he told
your parents?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren shook
his head. “Not yet. My mother’s hosting a party on Sunday, and it’s taking up
all her attention. He’ll do it the next day.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Monday.”
Rezo nodded thoughtfully as he put the car into gear. “That sounds like a good
day for it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren paused.
“You mean for my mom to find out, or…?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“And mine.”
Rezo’s voice was confident, but his knuckles had constricted around the
steering wheel as if he were attempting to extinguish his apprehension through
sheer physical force.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He drove in
silence for several long moments without any indication of relaxing. He seemed
to be developing a talent for making the noble, direct way of doing things look
distinctly unappealing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You don’t
have to tell them,” Oren said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Somehow, Rezo managed
to tense even more. “I already told you I would.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Changing tack, Oren leaned
back in his seat and stretched one arm along the side of the window. He waited until Rezo noticed the movement and then slowly ran his eyes down Rezo’s body.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You could
always just invite me over—I still haven’t seen your house by the way—and then
you could take me up to your room, and—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">A furrow
formed on Rezo’s brow. “Oren—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“—we could
arrange to be discovered while we’re—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Stop.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren paused, his expression neutral.
“Is it really that important to you that we do it your way?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It is.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Alright.” Oren
shrugged. “In that case, you can be in charge of which compromising activity we
get caught doing. Although I do think it would be hot if—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo clamped
a hand over Oren’s mouth. It smelled faintly like steering wheel leather.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m telling
them in person.” Rezo gave him a stern look.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren did </span><i style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;">not</i><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">
lick his hand, but despite the amount of willpower that entailed, he doubted he would get any credit for that.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">Rezo seemed to expect a response.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-size: large;">After a moment, Oren gave him a stiff nod</span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
released him and returned his attention to the road. His posture, however, was
notably more relaxed than it had been a few moments before.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren turned
to look out the window, and his smile was reflected in the glass.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“After I
tell them,” Rezo said, “and once things have settled down, I’ll bring you to my
house.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren’s smile
turned sly. “To—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“To have
dinner with my parents.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">That didn’t
sound like nearly as much fun, but that Rezo wanted him to go at all was
something.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The car
radio still wasn’t working, and for a while the varied (and somewhat alarming)
sounds of the engine were the only things that could be heard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I hope it
goes well,” Oren said, his voice quiet. “Your talk, that is.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo just
smiled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">#<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">If it hadn’t
been for the signs prominently marking the Idwal-Chroma House as a “Site of
Historic Interest” Oren would have thought it was just another two-story
farmhouse with the standard symmetrical windows and white paint.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo chose a
parking spot in the mostly empty gravel lot. The sky was slightly overcast, and
for once it wasn’t too hot, although it was still a relief to exit the
unairconditioned car.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“We pay in
the office,” Rezo said, gesturing at what looked like a shed with a porch
nailed onto the front of it. He retrieved a small, insulated bag from the back
seat and slung it over his shoulder before he locked the car.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">As they
approached the office, Oren was able to make out a man in his mid-twenties
sitting behind the desk. It was hard to be certain from this distance, but he seemed
attractive.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren could
already feel his own awkwardness magnifying. It was so much easier to talk to
people when they were less good-looking, or much older, or just less <i>something.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
realized Rezo was studying him, and he straightened his shoulders, preparing to
pretend he hadn’t just been in near panic at the thought of spending thirty
seconds talking to a museum employee.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo glanced
inside the window and then back at Oren. “Would you like to wait here while I
go inside?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Um...” Oren’s
hesitation was from disbelief rather than a more honorable reason such as wanting to reject the offer and therefore preserve his
dignity. “Ok.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He watched,
stunned, as Rezo strode past him into the office. It was only after Rezo was
inside that Oren realized he hadn’t given him any money.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">As Rezo
completed the exchange with the employee, Oren determined that of the two, Rezo was significantly
more appealing. It occurred to Oren that had they met under normal
circumstances, he never would have had the courage to even talk to him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I could
have paid my part,” Oren said when Rezo returned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It was my
idea.” Rezo shrugged. “You can pay when you suggest something.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That’s
fair.” Oren hesitated. “I guess.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ready to go
inside?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren nodded,
and they began to walk toward the main house.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So why
didn’t you make me go in with you?” Oren asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Should I
have made you go in?” Rezo sounded genuinely curious, although not so much about the
ethics of his actions as about what Oren would say.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Don’t you
always expect me to face my fears? That’s what going to the park and
socializing and all that is, isn’t it?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“In part.”
Rezo took a few steps before he spoke again. “But it’s our first date. I
thought I’d try to put you at ease.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren rolled
his eyes. “So after this I can expect to be dragged into places against my will?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Well, if
you think I’m being inconsistent...” Rezo stopped walking, and Oren’s stomach
flip-flopped. “I can drag you into the office now.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Actually, I
think you should <i>consistently</i> let me
stay outside.” Oren stuffed his hands into his pockets.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">One side of
Rezo’s mouth curved upward before it was forced back down. He began to approach
Oren, undoubtedly to do something nefarious.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren opened
his mouth to protest, but he stopped when Rezo only grabbed one of his wrists and tugged it free from his pocket.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Come on.”
Rezo laced his fingers through Oren’s. “Let’s go inside.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren’s laugh
was an odd mix of relief and nerves. He allowed himself to be pulled along
toward the house.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What, too
many witnesses out here for you?” Oren teased as they reached the door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Something
like that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Wait—” Oren
faltered as he was ushered inside. “You’re joking, right?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The moment
the door closed behind them, Rezo seized him, and Oren found himself pressed
against his warm, hard body.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo's lips were slightly rough and tasted like the
bottled green tea from the car, and Oren </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">had no
idea what he’d done to provoke this, but he resolved to figure it out and
repeat it every second for the rest of his life.</span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“We need to
get back to the tour,” Rezo said, pulling back just enough to speak.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren held
onto his forearms to stop him from getting too far away. “You don’t actually
want to stop, do you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo made a
sound that wasn’t quite a laugh. “What I want to do with you and what I should
do with you are never the same.” He disentangled himself and took a step back, almost as if he needed distance to control himself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">There was a thrill
in knowing that Oren was the cause of Rezo’s lapse in self-control. It made it easier to banish
his disappointment as he straightened his clothes. He didn’t understand exactly
why it was so important to Rezo to take it slow, but that was alright. He could
wait.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So where do
we go first?” Oren asked, and he was pleased to see relief flicker over
Rezo’s face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Actually.”
Rezo paused to look around the room as if only noticing it was there for the
first time. “I believe the tour starts here.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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A. K. Bantlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13213957611410246821noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050229474627955066.post-65158100946503016132014-03-23T23:04:00.002-04:002014-03-23T23:41:11.356-04:00Unwholesome Things - Part 15<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<o:p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i></i></span></o:p><br />
<a name='more'></a><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span><br />
<o:p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></o:p>
<o:p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>Beta by Rowan. All remaining mistakes are mine.</i></span></o:p></div>
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<o:p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>A special thank you goes out to JL for sending me thought provoking emails and jogging my memory when I needed it. </i> </span></o:p></div>
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<o:p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></o:p></div>
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<o:p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></o:p></div>
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<o:p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It was
bigger than Oren expected. Not that the box had indicated it would be
otherwise, but there usually was some embellishment about that sort of thing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">In the past
bigger was not better. But now the focus seemed to be on having the largest
diameter screen possible while still being flat enough to fit inside a pocket.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Your
parents have allowed your new phone full access to the home network,” Norman
said. “If, after a trial period, you are able to show you can be responsible,
your computer and gaming consoles will be allowed access as well.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Right.”
Oren selected the browser icon, and it connected without difficulty. “Because
the size of the device determines the amount of damage I can do with it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I suspect
they believe this will be of greater benefit to your future career and studies.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren paused
to look at him. “Now they think I’m going to have a future career and studies?”
He turned his attention back to the phone which was now performing updates. “I
thought I squashed those expectations decades ago.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Decades?”
Norman said, putting extra emphasis on the “s” before adding an incredulous,
“sir?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Two is
plural.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Nineteen
is—” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren rolled
his eyes. “<i>If</i> you include the time it
took to conceive me, and then nine months of pregnancy. I’m sure I wasn’t
living up to embryonic expectations.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Norman
looked as unimpressed with his explanation as he’d hoped. Oren made a gesture reminiscent
of a bow, and closed the door to his bedroom.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Now that he
was alone he knew exactly who was he going to christen his new phone with. And
while he wouldn’t be able to answer, at least Oren could leave him a message. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He opened
his contacts and was pleased to discover they’d been transferred
automatically—yet another benefit of having internet access.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Hello,”
Rezo answered with warmth. It was nearly enough to make Oren swoon. Nearly. He
did have some ability to maintain his composure.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Hello, boy—”
Oren stopped himself from adding “friend” just in time. Even though it was
true, and one of the most amazing developments of his life thus far—and not
just because he had finally found someone that was willing to go out with him,
but because it was <i>Rezo</i>—he suspected
if he kept pointing it out he would end up ruining it. As if by reminding Rezo
just who he’d agreed to be stuck with might be enough to make him reconsider.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“’Boy?’”
Rezo asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Of course,
that wasn’t exactly the best place to stop either.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Sorry, I
mean, good morning.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s not
morning anymore,” Rezo paused, “did you just wake up?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No, I’ve
been up for a while.” Oren glanced at the bedroom clock. It was a little past
one. He needed to pay more attention to such things, but rather than explain he
said, “But if you want me to pretend I’m still in bed, so you can—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Stop. I’m
working on a research paper—one of three. I can’t let you distract me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
grinned. “So why aren’t you in class?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s finals
week, so I don’t have regular classes, just exams and all these papers and
projects to turn in.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ah.” Oren
paused. “Well, since you’re not in class, do you want to—maybe, now that
we’re—” there was that concept again, “we’re…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Now that
we’re what?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Better,
or—maybe that’s not the right word—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Are you
somewhere that you can’t talk freely?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Um, no.” It
occurred to Oren that he was drawing even more attention to the topic by trying
to avoid it. “I’m alone.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ok.” Rezo sounded
confused.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m trying
not to sound presumptuous.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“And aiming
for nonsensical?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
frowned. “I didn’t realize you had to have everything spelled out for you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I don’t
need it spelled out for me. But I’m not opposed to a few nouns, and a verb if—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You know
what I mean.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">There was a
pause. “Do I?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I don’t
want to talk about it in case it’s bad luck, or—or something.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What don’t
you want to talk about?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Us.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ah.” There
was a quality in Rezo’s voice Oren couldn’t quite identify. “I think I
understand.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You do?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You want a milk
name.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren was
silent for a full two seconds. “What?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I wrote an
essay on those a few semesters back. There’s a very old tradition in China of
giving temporary, unflattering names to infants. They’re called ‘milk names,’
and functioned as a form of protection. It was a way to avoid boasting and
bringing bad fortune down on the children.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren had no
idea how to respond to that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But Rezo
didn’t seem to mind—or notice. “You don’t want to call me your boyfriend for
the same reason. So what you need is a better term for what I mean to you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I—I don’t
know.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Let’s see.
I could be your…” Rezo paused for a moment “stalking piglet.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren made a
small, involuntary—and hopefully discouraging—sound.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“And you could
be my…overwhelming whale.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ah—no.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Animal
names were common, but if you don’t like those, repeating syllables and female—”
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Stop,
just—stop.” Oren closed his eyes. The things his <i>boyfriend</i> said sometimes. “Ok, now that we’re <i>dating</i>, do you want to meet up at the park, or here?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I can’t.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren hadn’t
expected his response to be quite so abrupt. “Oh, ok.” He tried to keep the
disappointment out of his voice. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But from the
way Rezo exhaled over the phone line, he might not have been as successful as
he’d hoped.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I need to
spend all my time studying.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You’ve
studied with me before. Many times, actually.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I just have
a lot to do, and I need to use my home computer to finish a paper that’s due
tomorrow.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">That <i>was</i> a reasonable excuse, as far as those
things went.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But after
Friday—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You expect
me to wait an entire week?” Oren said, and it came out sounding more serious
than he’s meant it too. He appeared to be getting progressively more
transparent, at least where Rezo was concerned. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s only
five days.” There was exasperation in Rezo’s voice now.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren wasn’t
being fair. Rezo wouldn’t lie about how much work he had to do. He decided to
lighten the mood.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Only <i>five</i> days?” Oren said, with a theatrical
sigh that reminded him a little too much of his mother. “It’s like you expect
me to just be here. Waiting around. Forever…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo didn’t
say anything. Oren was confused. He couldn’t possibly think he was serious?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren injected
even more drama into his tone, stretching out the important syllables. “<i>But</i> it’s not like you <i>owe</i> me anything, <i>least of all</i> a study session.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I owe you
more than that.” Rezo’s voice was deep and rich, and Oren couldn’t tell if it
was some sort of profession of feelings—or a threat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">His body,
illogical as ever, was delighted with either. “How about now?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Just let me
get my books together. I’ll be at your house in twenty minutes.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I was
joking, I didn’t mean—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I know. But
there’s about an hour’s worth that I can do without my computer.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">While that
hadn’t been Oren’s intention, he wasn’t going to complain about it either.
“I’ll be ready.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Thirty
minutes later, Oren was sitting across from Rezo on the floor in his room. He’d
offered to share the bed but Rezo had declined. For once he regretted the lack
of seating.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So,” Oren
said, despite his resolve not to interrupt Rezo’s studies, “does anyone else
know about us besides Jeff and Marikit?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo sighed,
and closed his book. “That’s the third time you’ve interrupted me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren winced.
“I’m sorry, I’ll stop.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No.” Rezo
put his book back in his backpack. “We need to talk.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren tensed.
“I’ll shut up. I promise.” <i>What had he
done?</i> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“The timing
is bad, but I don’t think we can put this off.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Don’t go.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Why would I
go?” Rezo looked at him, and his eyes narrowed as if he had suddenly noticed
something important. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
squeezed his eyes shut and leaned his head back against the wall. <i>Why did he have to keep pushing? </i>Rezo
hadn’t wanted to date him in the first place because it would get in the way of
school, and now he was making it as difficult as possible for him to do his
school work. Calling him while he was studying, pressuring him to come over,
and now—<i>
</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He felt warm
hands surrounding his, unclenching the fists he hadn’t realized he’d made. Oren
opened his eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">There was
only concern on Rezo’s features. “Hey, it’s alright.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Did you
think you were in trouble?” Rezo asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No.” Oren
hated how unsteady his voice sounded. “It’s just—I’m not trying to make school
harder on you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You’re not.”
Rezo’s tone was soothing. “I’ll probably study better if I have a break
anyway.” He kissed one of Oren’s hands.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It didn’t
seem like something someone who was frustrated enough to leave would do. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren forced
himself to relax—marginally. “Ok.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You’ve been
patient.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren frowned
in confusion. “I don’t resent you going to school.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I mean,
with us,” Rezo said, which was only more confusing. “You wanted to know if I’d
told anyone else.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The question
seemed much less important that it was when he’d asked it, but he nodded.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I haven’t. But
I’m sure at least Manny, Will, Alyssa, Jessie, and a few others know.” Rezo
dropped his gaze to where their hands were joined, and a line formed between
his brows. “I’m waiting to tell my parents until after the semester ends.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He seemed to
be waiting for something from him, but Oren had no idea what it was. “It’s ok
if you don’t want to tell them,” he said. “I mean, if there’s going to be
consequences—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m not
avoiding it.” The furrow in Rezo’s brow deepened. “I just don’t want to have
any major upheavals the night before an exam. I’m not trying to hide our
relationship.” He squeezed Oren’s hand, and then let go, shifting his posture
to put a little more distance between them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>He feels guilty</i>. Oren was so unused to
seeing that emotion in people other than himself he almost hadn’t recognized
it. Not publicly announcing their relationship probably went against his ridiculous
(but noble) sense of right and wrong. Was that why he’d come over despite his
better judgment? Because he thought Oren was upset?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m not
worried about it,” Oren said. “Even I know that this is the kind of thing that
takes tact.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo made a
halfhearted nod, as if he were only half listening. “One of my cousins is gay,
and while the family wasn’t exactly approving when they found out, they
adjusted.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I haven’t
told my parents either.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo’s
expression shifted from contemplating something abstract to contemplating
something directly in front of him. “I’m still not certain how they don’t
know.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren rolled
his eyes. “Because of the horns on my head? The brand in the center of my
forehead? I know my hair doesn’t always cover it, but—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Or the
extensive collection of homoerotic artwork taped all over your bedroom walls.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>Or that</i>. “Which was taken down, thanks
to you. Besides, you heard my mother. I’m just trying to shock her.” Oren
shrugged. “Oh, and it’s a phase.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s hard
to believe anyone can be that oblivious.” Rezo was finally smiling, and Oren
was glad to see it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“They aren’t.
Not really.” Oren paused, trying to find a way to explain. “It’s their way of
holding onto some small glimmer of hope. Bringing a boyfriend home should end
that. There will be hysterics—they think they’re entitled to those—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo snorted,
and Oren shot him a suspicious glance before he continued.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But they’ll
get over it. And then there will be some new thing to be in denial about.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The way Rezo
was looking at him had changed from amused to fond. Oren had no idea what he’d
done to inspire that change. But before he had time to really appreciate it, it
was gone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Do you want
me to be there when you tell them?” Rezo asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren was
touched, but he had no intention of subjecting him to something that
unpleasant. “That’s alright. I’m not even going to be there.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo blinked
several times, and each time he grew more disapproving. “You’re not planning on
leaving them a note, are you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>And what a note it would be.</i> “No. My
family has a filtering system for unpleasant information. Rather than attempt
direct communication, we relay everything through Norman. So if, for instance,
my father has something he wants to tell me, but he thinks I’ll get upset about
it, he tells Norman instead, who then tells me. Then I give my response to
Norman, and so on.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
appeared disturbed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I know it
sounds cold and distant, but it actually has some advantages. It gives everyone
time to have whatever reaction they want in private, without making things
worse. Plus Norman’s a lot better at delivering delicate news than the rest of
us are.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The
disturbed expression wasn’t fading. “Poor Norman.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren rolled
his eyes. “What about me? I grew up with this crazy system.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You did.”
Rezo nodded solemnly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What’s <i>that</i> supposed to mean?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo leaned
forward until his breath skimmed Oren’s lips. “Just that it explains a lot,” he
said, and sealed Oren’s protest with a kiss.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren decided
that Rezo was allowed to tease him as much as he wanted as long as he kept
offering consolation prizes like that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So when are
you going to start your relay process?” Rezo asked after he pulled away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> Oren hadn’t thought about that, which was odd,
since he’d thought about everything else.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Soon, I
guess, since it’ll take at least a week to complete the cycle. Norman will tell
my mom first, and then once she’s finished processing it he’ll be ready to tell
my dad. He’s always last. He’s less adaptable, and the timing is trickier with
his meetings and such. My mom can handle interruptions to her schedule better.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I thought
she didn’t work?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Not,
really.” Oren shrugged. “But she does all this other stuff—fund raisers, and
clubs. It gets intense.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo nodded,
but he seemed distracted. He stood up and slung his backpack over his shoulder.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren glanced
at the clock. It was almost three.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I need to
go,” Rezo said. He offered Oren his hand, and while he didn’t need help getting
up, Oren accepted it because he liked the contact.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Do you want
to study later this week?” Oren asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No.” Rezo
shook his head. “I’ve done most of what I can do away from my computer or the
school.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ok.” Oren
was proud of how non-clingy he managed to sound this time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I want to
take you out on Saturday.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Out—” Oren
stopped next to his door. “You mean like a date?’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo nodded.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
hesitated. He wanted to do something—many things—with Rezo, but an actual date?
What did that even consist of? Dinner and a movie? Restaurants were usually crowded,
and even when they weren’t he still had to talk to the waiter. Half the time
he’d panic and order something he didn’t even like—not that it mattered since he’d
be so nervous he’d barely be able to remember what he was eating, let alone taste
it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But if he
survived that part, the movie could have potential. It was dark in a theater,
and if they chose something unpopular they might have a row to themselves,
especially if they got one toward the back—<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It doesn’t
have to be Saturday,” Rezo said, jarring Oren out of his thoughts, “if another
day would work better.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">There was
something odd about Rezo’s voice. If Oren hadn’t known better he would have
thought he was nervous, which was impossible since he had to know how much Oren
liked him. Why would he be worried about rejection? Unless—<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Unless it was
because he still felt guilty. Maybe a date was Rezo’s way of making it right. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
repressed a sigh. Well, if that’s what he was doing he wasn’t going to stand in
his way. No, he was going to be awesome about it, even if it meant doing
something horrible like dinner and a movie. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Saturday is
great.” Oren forced himself to smile. “What did you want to do?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“At first I
wanted to do the traditional thing, you know, dinner and a movie.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren nodded,
and was proud of his ability to only cringe inwardly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But then I
decided I should make this more about you, and since you always stop eating
whenever people are around at the park, even though we’ve been there many times
now—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren winced.
He’d hoped Rezo hadn’t noticed that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I figured a
restaurant isn’t your idea of an ideal date.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Not
really.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo nodded,
looking proud of his deductive abilities. “And a movie wouldn’t give us much of
a chance to talk.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Maybe not verbally,”
Oren saw Rezo’s look but he didn’t stop, “but the language of love doesn’t
require words to—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Interrupt
everyone else in the theater.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
grinned. “I can be quiet.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
snorted. “I don’t believe that. Although, you could prove it by being quiet
now…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ok,” Oren
said, and he would treasure the look of disbelief on Rezo’s face for weeks to
come. “But for this demonstration, I’m going to need a volunteer.” He hooked
his fingers into the waistband of Rezo’s pants and tugged him forward.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo’s warm
body crashed into him. He’d expected more resistance. But he had no complaints.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren’s mouth
sought Rezo’s, and he was thrilled when the kiss was returned. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I need to
go home,” Rezo said, his mouth close enough to Oren’s ear to send little shocks
down his spine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Just a few
more minutes.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No.” Rezo
pressed a light kiss to Oren’s ear, as if to take the sting out of the refusal.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren let his
body melt into him. He slid his fingers along the fabric of Rezo’s pants until
he found where they were fastened.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo’s hands
clamped around Oren’s wrists, and he pinned them firmly behind his back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Which only
made it hotter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“This really
isn’t the time or place for this,” Rezo said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s the
perfect place for this. No one’s home.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Norman’s
here.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“He won’t
disturb us.” Oren arched his back, rubbing his hips against Rezo’s.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo closed
his eyes, a small groan escaping before he let go of Oren, and stepped back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That’s not
fair,” Rezo said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s your
fault.” Oren grinned at Rezo’s expression. “You wouldn’t let me use my hands.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Do you want
me to spank you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It took Oren
a moment to remember that offer wasn’t nearly as appealing as it sounded.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo must
have detected some of Oren’s inner struggle, for he just shook his head and
rolled his eyes. It was nice to see he was rubbing off on him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So about
Saturday,” Rezo paused, maybe to see it Oren was going to interrupt. When he
didn’t he continued. “I thought we could go to a house museum.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“A what?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“The Idwal-Chroma
House. It’s only a thirty-five minute drive from here. It was built by this
eccentric artist, he was a bit of a recluse, and never traveled much beyond the
small town he lived in. It looks like a typical farmhouse, but inside the every
surface has been transformed into a work of art.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren crossed
his arms over his chest. “And he reminds you of me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I didn’t
say that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You thought
it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo leaned
forward to give him a soft kiss, but he seemed mostly unapologetic—and
undeterred. “It’s surrounded by fifteen acres that have been landscaped with different
themes from around the world, although he only read about those places in books.
The tour is self-guided, so it would be just the two of us. I could pack a
lunch to take with us.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It sounds…nice.
I think.” Oren reminded himself that he had resolved to be awesome about this.
Regardless of what <i>this</i> was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I can pick
you up at noon.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Alright,”
Oren said, and he decided the sacrifice was worth it from the way Rezo kissed
him goodbye.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">After Rezo
left he decided it was time to start the process of letting his parents know
that he had a boyfriend, and that he was hopelessly, incurably, not-straight. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">For once he
was glad that Norman liked Rezo. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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A. K. Bantlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13213957611410246821noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050229474627955066.post-16716700521120659422013-12-19T01:04:00.001-05:002013-12-19T01:23:53.600-05:00Don't Open the Box - Part 4<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/2011/05/dont-open-box.html">Part 1</a> <a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/2013/11/dont-open-box-part-2.html" style="line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;">Part 2</a> <a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/2013/11/dont-open-box-part-3.html" style="line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;">Part 3</a> <a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/2013/12/dont-open-box-part-4.html">Part 4</a> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry opened
his eyes to blink against the bright, early morning sunlight that filled his
bedroom windows. The other side of the bed was not only empty, but cold. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It made
sense. Richard had taken enough energy the night before that he didn’t need to
return for more, at least not yet. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It was the
first time Henry had awoken naturally since Richard had materialized. He should
have been grateful.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He dressed
quickly, and made his way down to the kitchen for breakfast. Although he made a
slight detour first.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He found him
in the mudroom.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Good,
you’re awake,” Richard said, but there was something in his tone that gave
Henry pause. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Good
morning,” Henry said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“When I
first made the discovery,” Richard made a motion with a hand that contained
something Henry couldn’t quite see. “I wondered if last night might have been
an attempt to distract me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry forced
his voice to sound neutral. “Discovery?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard took
Henry’s hand, turned it palm side up, and pressed the object into it. Or
rather, objects.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry’s brow
wrinkled as he stared down at an assortment of little metal rings and a
slightly dirty—and disturbingly damp—length of string.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But that
wouldn’t explain why you left the remains scattered, in plain sight, on the
workroom floor. Unless that was meant as some sort of calling card? I know you
hated them for being outdated, but unless you have some other way of protecting
my feet, then—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Boots,”
Henry released a short burst of laughter, “you’re talking about your boots.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard’s
expression darkened. “And that amuses you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry
squelched his relief at what Richard <i>hadn’t</i>
discovered. “Of course not, it’s just…” He had nothing to say. He had
absolutely no idea what had happened to the boots. Although, it was troubling
that pieces had been found, and the grommets couldn’t have been easy to remove.
But it didn’t seem like anything involving the Halfling. The book had said that
it ate “creeping things,” and animals, and possibly even humans. But not boots.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">And if it
wasn’t his fault, it wasn’t his responsibility to explain. He gave Richard a
shrug.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard studied
him for a moment before he sighed. “Do you at least have replacements for me?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I didn’t do
it. So I don’t—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard
waved him silent. “Have you eaten?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry frowned
at the sudden change in subject.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No, you
haven’t been up long enough,” Richard said. He took Henry’s arm to steer him
into the kitchen. “As soon as you’re done you can make a trip to the market.
I’ll give you my measurements, and you can buy boots and other things for me to
wear that you’re not inclined to dispose of. It is my understanding that
readymade clothing, without the necessity of a fitting, can be purchased
inexpensively?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry
nodded. He was again reminded of what it must have been like to live an entire
existence in a remote manor where Whateley was the only source of outside
knowledge. He wouldn’t do that to anyone, not even a sex demon, and, provided
Richard was willing to at least try to look and behave like a human, he would offer
to take him with him when he went places. He glanced down at Richard’s bare
feet. After he got him shoes, of course. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard was
nodding to himself. “And while you’re there you can purchase provisions for
yourself. You don’t consume enough, at least, not in the way of variety. And
not enough fresh ingredients, the kind that can be made into something served
warm.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">At some
point his incubus appeared to have been replaced with a mother hen. “And who’s
going to prepare them?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It can’t be
that difficult. We’ll figure it out.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“We?” Henry
raised an eyebrow. “You’re going to cook when you don’t even eat?” Henry’s eyes
dropped to Richard’s mouth, and he added, “food.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You help
feed me.” Richard spread his hands out before him. “I’m willing to reciprocate.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He was
overdue for a trip to the market. But it felt wrong to leave Richard alone in
the house without at least warning him about the Halfling. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Although—an
incubus wasn’t even on the list of things it consumed, being otherworldly and
all, and Richard could retreat to his realm if he needed to. It would make more
sense to take the time to find the right words. Besides, driving helped him
think. It would also give Richard some time to forget about the loss of the
shoes that he insisted on blaming Henry for. It was important that Richard be
in a good mood when he told him, especially after he’d made that ridiculous
threat about the coat brush.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard was still
waiting for an answer. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry forced
a grin. “Is it wise to let you handle my food when you’re still upset about
your boots?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The side of
Richard’s mouth quirked upward before he forced it back down. “Are you
admitting you did something to them?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I thought
not.” Richard moved to open the pantry, revealing the unappealing rows of
mystery cans inside. “But if you prefer to continue eating the fare you’ve
been—” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I could get
breakfast in town,” Henry said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard
closed the pantry, nodding his approval. “I promise the house will still be
intact when you return.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">That wasn’t what
he was worried about. “Then I’m going to hold you responsible for anything that
happens while I’m gone,” Henry said, mostly in jest—even as he wished it were
true. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry made
the trip to town as quick as possible. He bypassed the local shops, partly
because he doubted their offerings would be much of an improvement over what he
already had, but also because he found them eerie. Richard’s observations that
the area was unusual had only increased his apprehension. But the drive to the
next town took forty-five minutes, even with the good conditions, and by the time
he completed his purchases and returned it had been nearly three hours. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He parked the
car in the drive, and took the first load of goods, the perishables along with
Richard’s boots—so he could help him carry the rest—into the house. He passed
through the entryway on his way to the kitchen, and was about to do the same
with the parlor, but he only made it a single step into the room before he
froze.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The
furniture had been stripped of upholstery.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The packages
slipped from his fingers, tumbling to the floor. Not all the furniture had been
destroyed, but the smallest sofa, several chairs, and an ataman had all had
their outer material removed. No care had been taken in the process, for there were
gashes on the wood, and the support strings had been cut and hung limply from
their frames. And there was stuffing, mounds of off-colored stuffing, strewn
about the floor, the shelves, and everywhere. It hung from the sconces.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It couldn’t
have been the Halfling. It only ate other creatures not—Henry closed his eyes,
and muttered a curse as he made the connection. The upholstery had been made of
leather. <i>Animal hides.</i> The same as
Richard’s boots.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry
swallowed. He glanced around the room, but he saw no sign of where was now. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It was past
the point where he could hide this. He needed to tell Richard. He began to
leave the room, but stopped when his foot grazed the package from the butcher
shop. He looked at it and frowned. It was possible that it would attract the
creature. He didn’t know how large it had become after eating the furniture,
but he didn’t want to feed it anything more that would make it any worse. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He gathered
up the food—and the boots to be safe—and crept into the kitchen. He set the
items on the counter, and was debating whether the icebox was acceptably secure
or not, when he heard a flopping, scurrying sound.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It was
coming from beneath the table.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry’s
heartbeat quickened. He took a few steps backward, his muscles vibrating and
useless, as the Halfling emerged. But it didn’t so much as look at him, turning
instead toward the counter, its long tongue flicking toward the package from
the butcher’s shop. Fat arms scraped at the cabinets, but were unable to find
purchase. Undaunted by its lack of success, it continued to scrabble against
the wood. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry backed
cautiously out of the kitchen, opposite the way he came.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He turned in
the hallway, prepared to run to anywhere that wasn’t here, and crashed straight
into Richard. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What are—?”
Richard was silenced by Henry’s hand as it clamped firmly over his mouth. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry jerked
them both into the nearest closet, shutting the door behind them. Light was
seeping through the gaps around the door, which meant that any sound they made wouldn’t
be as muffled as he would like. But at least, in an unusual fit of luck, he’d
chosen one with an escape hatch. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He motioned
for Richard to keep his voice down before removing his hand from his mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard
raised an eyebrow at him. “I take it you have a reason for doing this?” He was
notably calmer than Henry would have been if their actions had been reversed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Have you
seen it?” Henry asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Seen what?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry took a
breath. “It’s a—you’re familiar with Whateley’s bestiaries?” At Richard’s
nod—and narrowing of eyes—he continued. “It’s a—from what I can tell—a Halfling
of Bokrug.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“How did—?” Richard’s
forced his suddenly raised voice into a quieter, if not friendlier, hiss. “You
went into the sub-cellar.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I didn’t
touch anything.” Henry dropped his gaze from Richard’s eyes to his shirt collar.
It was significantly less censuring. “I was careful.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Evidently,
not enough.” Richard made a motion at the door and, presumably, the Halfling in
the kitchen. “Is it contained?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s—occupied.”
Henry tried to create a reassuring smile, but the corners of his mouth remained
unresponsive. “It’s trying to get the meat I purchased, but it can’t reach the
top of the counter.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You ignored
my warnings.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“They were
rather inadequate.” Henry didn’t allow the way Richard’s posture stiffened to
dissuade him. Richard needed to understand how unreasonable the entire
situation had been, regardless of how terrifying his body language was. “Considering
how insane it was to have something that awful in the house. Why was it even here?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I told you,
if you ever went into—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“If it’s any
comfort to you, I didn’t ignore your attempt at an incentive. It was already
too late by then.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">There was a
sharp intake of breath. Henry looked up, and from what little he could see of
Richard’s face it was clear that hadn’t been a comfort after all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“When?”
Richard’s eyes were hard, and for an instant Henry forgot about the thing in
the kitchen.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“The night I
learned of the sub-cellar’s existence.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Strong hands
squeezed his shoulders. “And you didn’t tell me?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I tried,
but you weren’t exactly encouraging.” Henry winced at the disbelief radiating off
of Richard. “You threatened to…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“And I
will.” Richard tightened his grip, and Henry shivered. “If we manage to get
through this without you being eaten.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">There was a
crash from the kitchen, followed shortly by a splintering sound.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Regardless,”
Henry said, “we should focus on stopping it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard closed
his eyes for a few seconds. When he spoke again his voice was better restrained,
although the bite hadn’t disappeared. “How large is it? It grows every time it
consumes—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I read about
that.” Henry looked away, feeling shame at yet another admission of what he’d
known and chosen to keep secret. “It’s about the size of a dog now.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard
released Henry’s shoulders, but his hands formed into fists at his sides. “Dogs
come in array of sizes.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“A somewhat
large dog?” Henry could feel the look Richard gave him without having to look
up. “I don’t know. I was trying to get away from it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s going
to be harder to contain now.” Richard shook his head. “I do wish you’d told me
about this sooner.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I thought I
could take care of it by myself.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Foolish
human pride. I will never understand—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That wasn’t
it at all.” Henry took a breath. “I mean there was the matter of the threat,
but also, by the time I realized how important it was, how important it was to
you, it was—I didn’t want to let you down.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">When Richard
didn’t say anything Henry risked a glance at him, but his expression was too difficult
to read in the dim light.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“At least it
took care of our beetle infestation,” Henry said. “And while I didn’t know it
at the time, I assume it was what, um, ate your shoes.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ah.” Richard’s
tone had become long suffering.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry wasn’t
certain he had the right, not when his own appearance had caused nearly as much
disruption, but he didn’t say so.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I looked
through the library,” Henry said, “but I found nothing on how to get rid of it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That’s
because Halflings are perpetual. They can’t be killed or banished, and they
will consume everything animal—bigger and bigger things as they grow.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But if I
can lure it back to where it was kept before, it can be contained and starved.
Once it runs out of things to devour, including even the smallest of microbes, it
will become dormant.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“How can you
possibly convince it to go back where it was imprisoned?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s not
intelligent.” Richard paused, and gave Henry an odd, almost appraising look. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">For the sake
of remaining on task, Henry opted not to read into it too deeply. “Well, at
least there’s that.” He gave Richard a weak, placating smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“We will need
to take precautions. It mustn’t be allowed to leave the property.” Richard
moved to open the hatch to the floor above. “Stay here while I retrieve a few
items. I want to be able to open the door to the sub-cellar ahead of time.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Wait,” Henry
said before Richard left. “The keys are under my mattress.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">There was a
lengthy silence where Richard did nothing but look at him, while Henry did
everything he could to look everywhere else. It was broken by a heavy cracking
noise and a series of metallic clangs. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry’s eyes
met Richard’s and they exchanged a grimace. Then Richard began his ascent to
the next floor. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">#<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry was
grateful when Richard returned. The wait had been all the worse for the banging
and scrambling coming from the kitchen, even if the sounds did give him the
benefit of telling him where the creature was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I need you
to listen carefully,” Richard said. “I am going to use the food you purchased
to lead the Halfling out the back door, and down into the cellar. Keep this
door closed,” Richard lightly tapped the closet door, “until we are outside.
Then—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You’re going
to get the package from the counter? What if it catches you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It won’t.” Richard
held up a hand to silence his protests. “Once it’s outside I need you to follow,
but don’t get too close. If anything goes wrong, if it starts to escape, or if
I can’t get it into the room, I need you to open this.” Richard took a small
vial from his pocket that appeared empty in the low light. “While this
nullifies most ethereal beings, the most it will do to a Halfling is to temporarily
incapacitate it. You will have to work quickly to drag it into its prison, and
lock the door.” Richard’s voice was unusually closed off, even for how furious
Henry assumed him to be. It almost seemed as if he were waiting for something.
Something that required distance. Or armor. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Let’s hope
it doesn’t come to that.” Henry paused to examine Richard’s words. He frowned. “Will
it nullify you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard’s expression
had become indecipherable. “It is of greater concern that the Halfling does not
gain access to a larger food supply.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry opened
his mouth to ask a question, but Richard hushed him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Like any
nearby cattle ranches. Or the town.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry
nodded, and accepted the vial. Carefully, he slid it into his pocket.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You will
need to be as close as possible for it to work, but wait outside until you are
certain it’s necessary.” Richard shifted his eyes away from Henry and toward
the door. “It should only take me a few minutes in the cellar if the plan is
successful.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
understand.” Henry watched him nod, and place his hand on the doorknob. But
then he was still, seemingly indecisive. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard looked
back, and his eyes moved over Henry’s face as if he was searching for
something. Except, that wasn’t right. He wasn’t focusing only on the more
revealing locations, but was slowly taking him in, giving each feature equal
attention. He slid a thumb over Henry’s temple, smoothing a stray hair into
place. He nodded, as if satisfied that he had accomplished whatever it was he
had intended to do. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Then Richard
gave him a quick, sad smile, pushed open the door, and Henry was alone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He listened
to the soft padding of Richard’s feet fade as he moved toward the kitchen. There
was silence for a long moment, and Henry fought the urge to leave his hiding
place. To distract himself he reached into his pocket, and ran his fingers over
the vial. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">There was a
sliding sound, wood against wood, followed by a resounding clatter. He heard
Richard running back into the hallway, and he could tell he was successful in
getting the Halfling to follow him from the echoes of its limbs ambling along
the floor. Henry held his breath as it passed. It moved like something that
never should have been, and thus was of inadequate design. Its movements were
loud and disturbing, but he was relieved that it didn’t seem to move as fast as
Richard. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He waited just
long enough for it to reach the outside before he followed. He moved quickly,
and he stepped out into the yard just in time to hear the Halfling struggling
down the cellar steps. He mumbled a quick prayer that it wouldn’t lose its
footing and roll down on top of Richard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry
slipped the vial from his pocket. It still appeared empty even by daylight. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He wondered
if “nullify” meant the same as death to a demon.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He knew what
he’d heard in Richard’s voice, and seen in his eyes before he left. Giving the
vial to him hadn’t been an act of trust, so much as one of necessity. He didn’t
have faith in Henry to believe that he wouldn’t use it to rid himself of his
demon problem, once and for all. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But to be
fair, Henry had tried to kill him once.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Deep within
the cellar, a door slammed shut. Henry stood perfectly still, not even
breathing lest it muffle further clues. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It was just
before he was about to be forced to choose between more air, and
unconsciousness when there was the steady thud of footsteps on the stairs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He sucked in
a great breath, and let it out in a huff of relief. He moved forward to better
see the cellar opening.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He tucked
the vial back into his pocked, not wanting to drop it by mistake. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard
appeared at the entrance, but when Henry took in his appearance his half-formed
questions fell away, forgotten. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You’re
bleeding—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard
shook his head. “It’s not mine. It’s from the meat. The Halfling is—” Richard
looked down at his blood-speckled attire with disgust, “<i>enthusiastic</i> when it feeds. But I believe you have your wish.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry’s brow
creased in confusion. “What?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“The shirt
is ruined. I will no longer look like I’m from some historical play.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oh.” Henry shook
his head, as if to increase blood flow, and with it, clarity. “That was only one
comment, made one time.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“There is
never any doubt as to what your opinion on something is.” Richard stripped out
of his shirt as he crossed the yard to the water pump.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Well, the
newer styles will suit you.” Henry was surprised to find he was smiling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He watched
as Richard worked the pump to fill the bucket, his muscles bunching and flexing
in the sunlight. Richard submerged the shirt, wringing it slightly before using
it to mop away the mess from his face and shoulders. A few drops of water slid
down his chest, marking a trail that ended where just a few dark hairs were
visible, his pants slung low on his hips. He never had been given proper
braces. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It occurred
to Henry that Richard probably needed to feed after what he’d been through. It
wasn’t every day that he went up against some world-devouring monstrosity.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard
moved on to his arms, and then his torso. He was remarkably thorough. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Helping him
regain his strength was the least Henry could do.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard took
a shirt from the clothes line, an old one of Henry’s, and slipped it on. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Now that
it’s over,” Henry held out his hand, palm up but closed, toward Richard, “I
imagine you’ll want this back.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard stared
at the revealed vial, and he didn’t even have the decency to hide his surprise.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry waited
until the incubus recovered enough to pocket the offering, placing it out of
danger of accidental crushing, and then he kissed him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard made
a soft sound, another expression of surprise. He returned the kiss, but it was
with less insistence than Henry was used to.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Determined
to rectify that, Henry stroked a hand down Richard’s side, and then forward
along his hip. But before his fingers could do more than brush against their
goal, Richard captured them with his own. He stepped back, putting Henry at
arm’s distance. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry was
too baffled to be offended. “Why did you stop me?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What are
you doing?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I was helping
you get your strength back.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I wouldn’t
think,” Richard looked at him in a way that was not only questioning, but somewhat
aggravating, “that would be in your best interest. But it would be helpful, for
me at least, for when I take you to the kitchen.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry’s
irritation was replaced by another, less desirable emotion. “You’re not still
upset about…?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You’re
still getting spanked.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But
everything worked out fine.” Henry reached a hand toward him, but then,
uncertain of his goal, he let it drop.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard
shook his head. “Don’t look at me like that. You deserve it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But we made
a good team.” Henry forced a smile. “We worked well together.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard’s
hand closed around his upper arm, and before Henry could make a sound—or any
sound other than one of surprise and dismay—he was being escorted toward the
house.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You gave me
the ultimatum after it was too late to abide by it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You let the
Halfling run amok for<i> days</i> without
telling me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“And I
regret it.” Henry looked at him sideways as he was propelled into the mudroom.
“I’m sorry.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You haven’t
learned.” Richard’s grip was surprisingly gently for how unyielding it was.
“You still had the keys.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry’s stomach
flopped as Richard ushered him through the hall and into the kitchen. “I was
going to put them back.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The room was
a mess. The door to the pantry was hanging from its hinges, cans, dented to varying
degrees, were scattered across the floor, and the cabinets had been scarred
with deep, ragged claw marks. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard released
him, and Henry took a moment to rub his arm even though it didn’t actually
hurt, the damage being primarily to his ego.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Wait here
while I get the brush.” Richard began to walk in the direction of the entry
way, when it occurred to Henry what other room he would have to pass though.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Wait, Richard,
there’s something you should know.” Henry faltered when he watched his
shoulders tense. “It’s about the parlor.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What did
you do?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It wasn’t
me.” Henry ignored the skeptical rise of Richard’s eyebrow. “The Halfling—“<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Which you
were responsible for.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Went
and—well, it went after whatever organic material it could find.” He reminded
himself that regardless of how Richard looked at him, it was better that he
found out now. “Some of the furniture was leather—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“How badly—”
Richard shook his head. “Nevermind. I’ll look myself.” He started to leave the
room but then stopped. “Just the furniture?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry nodded.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He could
tell when Richard reached the parlor from the muffled curses that drifted
through the walls. It occurred to him that maybe he should have attempted to
negotiate before simply handing over the vial. Except of course, that even in
the beginning, he’d never wanted to nullify anyone, not even a stubborn,
fixated-on-antiquated-houses, gender-shifted, sex demon. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>Especially</i> not a stubborn, fixated-on-antiquated-houses,
gender-shifted, sex demon.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He looked up
when he heard footsteps returning. His eyes focused on the long brush, that had
never much held his interest before, but now was impossible to ignore in its wicked,
paddle-like composition. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It was in that
moment that he realized he wasn’t getting out of this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Let’s not
do this.” Henry took a step back as Richard moved forward. “I really am sorry.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard
didn’t reply, only strode past him to take a chair from the table, one that the
Halfling had thanklessly failed to crush, and placed it the middle of the room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Come here,”
Richard said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry didn’t.
He didn’t flee either, although he sorely, sorely wanted to. It was a compromise,
of sorts—but not one he was likely to be appreciated for.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard
crossed the room, closing his hand around Henry’s wrist and drew him to the
chair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ok, I
admit—” Henry said as Richard undid the fastenings on his braces. “I likely
deserve this, but—” he swallowed the lump in his throat as his pants were
pushed to his ankles. “Richard, please, just—<i>don’t.</i>” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard sat
down, spreading his thighs as he pressing Henry facedown over his lap. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry felt
ridiculous. The position alone was humiliating enough to work as a deterrent.
Blood rushed to his face—as if it needed any help—as he stared at the ancient
floorboards. He felt the cool back of the brush press lightly against his
bottom, before it was taken away again. He closed his eyes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He heard the
sound of the flat surface cracking against his flesh an instant before the pain
hit. He gasped, his body jerking of its own accord. This was <i>significantly</i> worse than before.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ow!” Henry twisted
until he could see Richard. “That’s—that’s too much.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Quiet.”
Richard tightened his grip on Henry’s waist.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry jolted
when the brush fell again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I think,”
Henry said, and it took every bit of will he possessed to force his voice to sound
calm, and rational, and to not shout about how <i>insane</i> this was, “that your hand would suffice. The brush is
unnecessary.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Given what the
consequences could have been, you should consider yourself fortunate.” Richard
struck him again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry was fairly
certain that the definition of the word “fortunate” did not include being
facedown over the lap of a sex demon. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He grunted
as the brush found its mark. His eyes were stinging, his sight already
beginning to blur.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I can’t do
this,” Henry said, barely able to register shame at the strain in his voice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Shh,”
Richard said, but he did pause, if only to adjust their positions, arranging it
so that Henry’s legs were trapped by his, and Henry’s arm was pinned behind his
back. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry was
grateful for the respite, even though he knew it foretold of worse things to
come.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“We’ll get
this over with,” Richard said, as if he was offering an act of mercy, and not
condemning Henry to further torment. And this time when the brush fell its next
stroke came immediately afterward, and then the next. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry had no
opportunity to recover from the rapid blows as they bit into his flesh. He
began to struggle, and to kick, and to beg for it to stop.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard kept
his promise though, and it was over quickly—not that its brevity had made it
any more bearable. He set the brush on the floor, and freed Henry’s arm—which
was sore in its own right from how Henry had lurched against it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry felt
fingers begin to rub slowly along his back. It would have been soothing if he
hadn’t been so upset. This was different than last time, when Richard had left
him to sob into his sheets. Of course, there weren’t any sheets in the kitchen
to make that an option. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He was
becoming calmer, and he had retained just enough dignity to want to get up,
rather than slump into a heap on the floor. Although not by much. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Let me up.”
Henry allowed Richard to help him to his feet, and to restore his clothes. He
angled his body away from Richard, not wanting the demon to see his face before
he could scrub away the evidence of his tears, even if it was impossible for
him not to be aware of it, not with the sounds Henry had been making only moments
before. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He was aware
of Richard moving away. Henry needed a little longer to collect himself before
he could retreat to his room—where he fully intended to sequester himself for
the rest of the day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Absently, he
heard a drawer open and water running at the faucet, but he didn’t gather its
meaning until warm fingers captured his chin, and a cool, wet cloth began
dabbing at his eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He started
to pull away in embarrassment, when he caught sight of the concern on Richard’s
face. He held still and let the traces of his tears be removed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">When Richard
was done he set the cloth down on the counter, but he remained close enough to
Henry to be nearly touching.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You could have
been eaten,” Richard scolded, but his tone was soft.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry tried
to sound reproachful, but his voice was too thick for it to be very effective. “And
where would you be without your food supply?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It would be
difficult, with only a day or so to find another.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry
stiffened. “You could simply—do that?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I wouldn’t
say simply. When Whateley passed I wasn’t able to before my energy waned, not
with how isolated this house is. Although that contraption out front might
change things, if I learned how to operate it.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Whateley
had horses,” Henry said automatically, even though that wasn’t the point, and
was far from what he wanted to say.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Horses
don’t like me much.” Richard tilted his head in a gesture that seemed part
acceptance and part apology.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Because
you’re a—no I guess they wouldn’t.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So I would
prefer it if you didn’t let anything happen to you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry
dropped his gaze. “Because finding a replacement is too much trouble.” He
didn’t look up, even when Richard slid an arm around him because he knew it was
only to replenish his reserves, and he had been fooling himself to think it had
been otherwise.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“And because
I’d miss the one I have.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry pulled
back from him, his emotions too complex to sort out without distance. “You’d
miss…?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’ve never
found a human as interesting as you before, and, I admit, I’ve grown somewhat
attached.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Somewhat?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Immensely.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry’s smile
claimed his features without his consent, and he turned away, not ready to
share it with a demon that had just thoroughly paddled him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But Richard followed
him, kissing him softly under each eye. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry let
him do it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I suppose
we should clean up.” Richard inclined his head toward the smashed cabinets, and
further devastation in the room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry shook
his head. “Not yet. I want to lie down.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It wouldn’t
be a good idea for me to lie down with you, I’m still—after what happened—I’m
not certain I could control myself.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry blinked.
He’d meant by himself, and to rest. But the idea of Richard being unable to
restrain his urges, after all the times it had been Henry that couldn’t resist,
held a definite appeal. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">So he kissed
him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard
froze, but only for a second before his arms wrapped around Henry, pulling him
in tighter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You’re
going to have to try,” Henry said, letting his breath ghost along the incubus’
ear, “to be reasonably gentle, because certain parts of me are quite sore, and
it’s entirely your fault.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But—”
Richard sucked in his breath when Henry bit the curve of his ear. “Not after—” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry
pressed a kiss to the injured spot. It was a move he’d learned from Richard.
There were a lot of moves he’d learned from Richard. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He smiled,
this time willingly. “You’re not doing a good job at selling me on the cleaning.”
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Don’t you
need time to recover?” Richard moved so he could see his face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">His
punishment had hurt—it still hurt, and he expected it would for a while. But he
didn’t want to be alone anymore, not when his emotions were so raw, and Richard’s
revelation was still fresh. He wanted the closeness—the intimacy that would
drive out every other thought. Not that he was going to say that. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Come to bed
with me,” Henry said, and he allowed his eyes to confirm his intent. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard must
have understood, for he leaned forward to brush his lips against Henry’s. “If
you insist.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry grinned,
and accepted the hand that was offered to him. “I do.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The End<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/2011/05/dont-open-box.html" style="font-size: x-large;">Part 1</a><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/2013/11/dont-open-box-part-2.html" style="font-size: x-large; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;">Part 2</a><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/2013/11/dont-open-box-part-3.html" style="font-size: x-large; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;">Part 3</a><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/2013/12/dont-open-box-part-4.html" style="font-size: x-large;">Part 4</a><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> <span style="line-height: 115%;"> </span></span>A. K. Bantlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13213957611410246821noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050229474627955066.post-53817739993356158932013-11-22T20:36:00.000-05:002013-12-19T01:25:28.233-05:00Don't Open the Box - Part 3<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;">
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<a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/2011/05/dont-open-box.html" style="font-size: x-large;">Part 1</a><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/2013/11/dont-open-box-part-2.html" style="font-size: x-large; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;">Part 2</a><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/2013/11/dont-open-box-part-3.html" style="font-size: x-large; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;">Part 3</a><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/2013/12/dont-open-box-part-4.html" style="font-size: x-large;">Part 4</a><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The
sensation of warmth on his stomach drew Henry out of what had been an
unpleasant dream. In his half-wakened state the temptation to seek solace in
the familiarity of Richard’s touch was strong. But then memories of the night
before separated from his dreams, and his body tensed, his mind suddenly alert.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Sensing the
change, Richard hesitated. “Do you want me to stop?” There was apprehension in
his voice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry suspected
it was because the wrong answer would remove the illusion that there was any
kind of choice at all. Stopping would only lead to the incubus’ starvation, and
that would never be allowed to happen. But, there was another side to their
circumstances in that, regardless of what Richard wanted, he needed Henry. He was as much of a hostage to the situation
as Henry was. Perhaps more so since he’d been at the mercy of fate as to who
would open the box—or even if it would ever be opened at all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">In the light
of such considerations, and the events of the night before, Henry’s prior
accusations seemed somewhat excessive.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard was
still waiting for an answer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That’s not—just
wait,” Henry said. He captured Richard’s fingers in his own, and tugged him
toward him. “Come here.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard
moved to lie alongside Henry, an unspoken question in his dark eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m sorry
about last night,” Henry said. He tried not to find the staggering amount of shock
on Richard’s face insulting as he continued. “The events that have occurred recently
have been beyond my control, and were not what I would have chosen. But it has
occurred to me that the same could be said for you. And it was—” Henry fought
the urge to avert his gaze, “unnecessary to speak to you the way I did last
night.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard’s
eyes were still wide, and he tilted his head to one side as if by looking at Henry
from another angle he would once again become something recognizable. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">There was a
moment of extended silence before Henry added, “I was angry.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You were,” Richard
said. He gave Henry a slow nod. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry waited,
but no further acknowledgement appeared to be forthcoming <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Is that all
you have to say?” Henry said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">There was
the slightest upturning of lips before Richard leaned forward, and his
expression was safely tucked out of sight as he nuzzled Henry’s neck.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What about
your role in events?” Henry asked. He moved to a sitting position to escape the
influence of Richard’s administrations. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Only to have
Richard push him back down, albeit gently, and to slide on top of him. “Are you
in the habit of giving apologies only to receive them?” he asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Of course
not.” Henry did his best to sound reprehensive, but then he undermined his
position when he allowed himself to be kissed. Richard’s affection wasn’t as unwelcome
as usual this morning. It must have been the guilt. That emotion did more to
foster good relations between people—and demons, apparently—than it was given
credit for.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But it’s
the polite thing to do,” Henry said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard moved
to press his lips to Henry’s chest, and when he spoke his breath was hot
against Henry’s skin. “Then I apologize.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Gah, you
don’t even know what for.” Henry realized he was smiling, and he turned his face
toward the pillow.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You’re demanding
this morning,” Richard said, but he sounded pleased, relieved even. As if
getting along with Henry was important to him after all. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">#<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">After
breakfast, of the human variety, Richard took Henry on a tour of the house’s
hidden locations. Henry silently prayed that Richard wouldn’t have a change of
heart and offer to show him the sub-cellar, or wonder why he’d ceased to demand
it. He was grateful the incubus didn’t possess the ability to read his thoughts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The secret
room in the library held a collection of books and manuscripts too rare to be
on display, as well as an assortment of small jars and boxes containing
unguents and herbs. Henry was careful not to touch anything, and was even able
to cloak his annoyance at the obvious approval his caution earned him from
Richard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The hatches
and safes were in need of oiling and a few other minor repairs. Henry stayed to
help for the first one, and found the work wasn’t unpleasant. But when Richard moved
on to the second Henry excused himself. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">So far there
was no sign of the creature, and there was every possibility that there never
would be. But, Henry decided, as he made his way to Whateley’s library, that there
was no harm in doing a little research.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Hours later,
Henry felt something shake his shoulder. He jumped, slamming what he’d been
reading shut before he realized it was only Richard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Don’t do
that,” Henry said. “You can’t touch people without any warning. It isn’t
right.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That must
have been exceptionally engaging.” Richard nodded at the journal. “I said your
name twice.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry looked
down at it where it laid on the desk. In actuality, it had contained more
information about garden yields than anything even remotely useful.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Don’t you
take a meal by this time?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry had no
idea what time it was, although the light in the library had dimmed. He pulled
his watch from his pocket.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Actually, I
would have taken two.” The smile he gave Richard was sheepish. “It must have
been more engaging than I thought.” He folded his notes, and slipped them into
his vest pocket and out of sight. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Not that
they contained much. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">As they made their way to the kitchen,
Henry asked, “Did you solve the vermin issue?” Not that he was
particularly interested in the answer, but the silence was giving him entirely
too much opportunity for thought.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I sealed most
of the openings, but strangely, before I was able to take further measures, they
seem to have disappeared.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That’s
fortunate then, isn’t it?” Henry glanced at Richard. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It depends
on why they left. Maybe it was simply because I disturbed their nest.” Richard
spread his hands out in what appeared to be an elegant alternative to a shrug.
“Or maybe, something is eating them.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry missed
a step on the stairs. He shrugged off Richard’s stabilizing hand as he regained
his balance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Do you have
any idea what’s eating them?” It had to be the creature, he’d watched it
disappear into the steps, and now it was scurrying about in the walls eating
insects, and doing god knows what else. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">A look of
understanding crossed Richard’s features. “I saw no signs of rats.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rats would
have been preferable, but he was grateful Richard had come to the wrong
conclusion. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What do you
think it is?” Henry asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“There is no
reason to believe it’s anything. Not yet.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry no
longer found the silence unwelcome, and he chose to remain wrapped in it until
well after he’d taken his seat at the table, and begun his dinner of scavenged
tins. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">After a while
though, he noticed that Richard had nothing with him—no books, no plans, no
anything to keep him occupied as he sat across from Henry. Not wanting to be
poor company, Henry searched for a topic of conversation he hoped would prove
more innocuous than the last. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Why do you
care so much about this house?” Henry asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s…”
Richard spread his long fingers out on the table’s surface. He looked at them for
a long moment before he spoke again. “It’s an important house. Like this town,
unusual things happen here.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry
snorted. “That’s no reason to like it.” It was, in fact, exactly why he didn’t<i>.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“We have
different origins, and thus, different motivations.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry
frowned. He’d once been very suspicious of the incubus’ origins and motivations,
and the mention of them reminded him that he should still feel that way. But he
found it was no longer true.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“If I lived
as long as you,” Henry said, “I wouldn’t waste my time here. I would travel.
Explore the world.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Is that
what you intend to do?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I had
planned to return to the university, but…” Henry shrugged. “Regardless, I plan
to travel someday.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Then I will
be traveling too I suppose.” Richard sounded indifferent, as if the details of
his future were irrelevant. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry found
the concept disquieting. It was so far from his own world view. But even so,
the idea of having a companion on his wanderings did hold a certain appeal. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“The house
would have to be secured first, of course,” Henry said. “We can’t have anyone
breaking in, and stealing some jar, or box, or magic post card that unleashes
mayhem and doom on the countryside, now can we?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard
chuckled, and when he looked at Henry his eyes were soft. “No, we can’t have
that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry found
Richard’s reaction encouraging. He was remarkably tolerant, for a demon. The
idea of broaching a subject he hadn’t intended to address was beginning to seem
like a possibility. Besides, he wasn’t sure if small, toad-like monstrosities
that merely eliminated problematic insects even counted as a source of mayhem.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry took a
steadying breath. “Theoretically speaking, what would your reaction be upon
learning that I ventured into the sub-cellar, and—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">There was a
clatter as Richard straightened in his chair, and the wooden legs skidded on
the stone floor. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You went
into the sub-cellar?” There was no sign of tolerance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Of course
not, I was only speaking in possibilities.” Richard was still staring at him,
and Henry tried to project an aura of calm he didn’t actually feel. “I have a
strong sense of intellectual curiosity, and I was merely—speculating as to what
the depths of your feelings were on the matter.” He tried not to wince at how
poor his reasoning sounded.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But somehow
it seemed to work, and Richard eased back in his chair. “You mustn’t be
tempted. Even if you prefer to believe my motivations are selfish, remember
that I need you for my own sustenance, and—” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I believe
you care about my well-being.” Henry ignored Richard’s look of surprise. “Your
motivations are unimportant. I merely wish to understand what your response
would be if say, something happened again such as when I released you from the
box, only it was another supernatural being from the cellar. Would you stand
idly by while I dealt with the creature, or—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You are
seeking an incentive to avoid the sub-cellar?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry
wrinkled his brow in confusion. “No…” He was seeking assistance, but he didn’t
need to hear a litany of his failings if Richard wasn’t going to provide any.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I will
offer you this.” Richard leaned towards him. “If you take one step inside that
place, I will take down your pants, bend you over my lap in that very chair,” Richard
pointed at where Henry was sitting, “and paddle your backside with a coat
bush.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry opened
his mouth. Then he closed it again. Finally he said, “That’s—” he felt his face
heat, “that’s <i>really</i> not necessary.”
He shifted in his seat. It felt like a significantly less hospitable place
after what had been said about it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard nodded.
“You would be wise to keep it that way.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Look, our
relationship is developing into something with, I’d like to think, a measure of
mutual respect, and companionship. But, that is hinged on the premise of us
being equals.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“If I ever do
something that potentially unleashes a world devouring, un-killable beast in
our house, I fully expect you to spank me for it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry
blinked. “There’s a—there’s <i>a what</i> in
the cellar?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard
exhaled loudly. “Nothing.” But his expression said otherwise. “That was a bit
of an exaggeration.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry’s
heartbeat was accelerating to dangerous levels. “But—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Just
promise me you won’t go in the sub-cellar.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“OK,” Henry
said. And it was true in the sense that he never would again. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">A hand
covered his on the table. Henry looked up in surprise. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“There is
nothing to be found in the sub-cellar that would be a fair trade for your life,”
Richard said. He sounded earnest, in a way that made Henry want to do as he
asked, and to not let him down.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Which was
ridiculous since he already <i>had.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">#<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">After what little
he was able to force himself to eat, for the sole purpose of avoiding raising
Richard’s suspicions, Henry returned to the library. This time he passed the
ordinary selection on not-so-ordinary manuscripts and journals, and instead let
himself into the secret room. There he found a bestiary that he remembered
Richard referring to as “mostly harmless.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">For once he
was rewarded—rather than unjustly burdened with bizarre, otherworldly
happenings—for his initiative. The creature, or something that looked
remarkably similar from the helpful illustration on the adjoining page, had a
brief, but disturbing—all the more so because he recognized Whateley’s
handwriting—entry:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>Halfling of Bokrug—The Devourer: Possessing
a hateful, batrachian appearance when small, grows into ever more hideous and
larger forms, without limit, the more it consumes. Will eat anything from the
most minute of creeping things, to animals and even humans. It is of the utmost,
vital importance that it never be fed.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry
quelled his rising despair as he flipped through the book for more information.<i> </i>There was absolutely nothing on how to
get rid of it. What had Richard said—<i>un-killable,
world-devouring</i>? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">All he found
was an absolutely terrifying illustration of its parent, Bokrug. He hoped it
didn’t morph into that as it grew. It was enormous. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Why would
Whateley keep something so terrible in his home? Henry could admit that there
was some justification, at least in the minds of some people, for having an
incubus—or succubus in Whateley’s case—but something that grew and consumed,
and destroyed? He was certain that there was none, and even more so that there
was something unfathomably, damnably wrong with his ancestor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Still—there
had to be some information that would help, and so Henry spent the rest of his
evening going through anything that might contain any reference to the
Halflings.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He must have
fallen asleep, for the next thing he was aware of was strong hands lifting him
to his feet. Richard wrapped one arm around his back, and allowed Henry to lean
against him. His neck was stiff, and his forehead sore from where it had
pressed into the wood of the desk.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Whateley
only sought knowledge when he intended to use it,” Richard said quietly, “your
desire to simply learn for the sake of it is endearing, although it does appear
to interfere with a few of your human needs.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“And you’re
the expert on those,” Henry said, his voice too thick from sleep to be
sarcastic effectively.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’ve had an
interesting opportunity for study.” Richard sounded less like he was teasing
and more like he was flirting, although it was possible Henry was too tired to
tell the difference. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I guess you
need the library for yourself now.” Henry felt Richard’s eyes turn to study
him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Why would I
need the library?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“To do
whatever it is you do in there all night.” Henry allowed Richard to steer him
into his bedroom even though he didn’t need the assistance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard ran
his fingers down Henry’s vest, as if he meant to begin undressing him, but then
he snatched his hand back. It was almost as if he were embarrassed, which was odd,
considering he was a species that by very definition was the antithesis of all propriety
and shame.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I do not go
to the library at night,” Richard said, “except on occasion.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oh.” Henry
removed his own vest and braces. He draped them over the back of his chair with
the intent to put them away in the morning. “Then what do you do all night?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I return to
my realm.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry looked
at him sharply. “You leave?” He winced realizing how that sounded. But the
thought of being alone in the house while the Devourer crawled through the
walls was unthinkable. “But I thought you didn’t have to anymore?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I receive
enough of your—” Richard looked at Henry, and seemed to change his mind about
what he was going to say, “energy to remain here throughout the day, but it
would take more for me to be present at all times. It is a compromise.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“A
compromise?” Henry frowned in thought. “You leave so that you don’t have to
touch me as much as you would have to otherwise?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Correct.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Is that—” Henry
looked away, his eyes seeking answers, or possibly just courage, in the face of
his wardrobe that wasn’t to be found there. “Is that how you prefer it?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No. But it’s
acceptable.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard was
going without to be less of a burden on him. He was doing it for <i>him</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What would
it take for you to stay?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard
raised an eyebrow. “Are you offering?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Of course
not,” Henry said automatically, but then he hesitated.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard
didn’t appear surprised, as if he had never expected Henry to make such an
offer. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry didn’t
like that. “Except maybe—just for tonight,” he glanced toward his bed, “if you
wanted to stay, we could do just enough to make that possible.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard
stilled. His pupils were darker than they should have been in the lamplight, but
he seemed almost hesitant.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But only for
a moment before he stepped forward, and curled his fingers in Henry’s hair to
pulled him in for a kiss. It was insistent, and almost sweet, and Henry found
himself returning it. He brought a hand up to stroke his fingers through
Richard’s hair, and then down his neck to rest on his shoulder. He’d wanted to
do that for a while, and he admitted, to himself at least, that the creature
wasn’t the only reason he wanted him to stay.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard was
pushing into him, guiding toward the bed, and Henry broke the kiss and motioned
for Richard to wait. Richard watched him with as much curiosity as desire—and
Henry couldn’t remember why he’d once found the intensity of his gaze so disquieting—as
Henry turned off the light. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It was
easier in darkness—like when it had been merely a dream—to hook his fingers
into the front of Richard’s shirt and yank him down on the bed on top of him.
Richard exhaled roughly as he settled in between Henry’s thighs, the fabric
catching as their bodies pressed together.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">There were still
limits to what he would do, but as Henry slid a hand down between them—and was
rewarded with the sound Richard made into his mouth—he decided that a mutual
exchange was no longer one of them.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/2011/05/dont-open-box.html" style="font-size: x-large;">Part 1</a><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/2013/11/dont-open-box-part-2.html" style="font-size: x-large; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;">Part 2</a><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/2013/11/dont-open-box-part-3.html" style="font-size: x-large; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;">Part 3</a><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/2013/12/dont-open-box-part-4.html" style="font-size: x-large;">Part 4</a><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div>
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A. K. Bantlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13213957611410246821noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050229474627955066.post-52782295886271203592013-11-12T23:28:00.000-05:002013-12-19T01:26:02.701-05:00Don't Open the Box - Part 2<div class="MsoNormal">
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<a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/2011/05/dont-open-box.html" style="font-size: x-large;">Part 1</a><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/2013/11/dont-open-box-part-2.html" style="font-size: x-large; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;">Part 2</a><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/2013/11/dont-open-box-part-3.html" style="font-size: x-large; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;">Part 3</a><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/2013/12/dont-open-box-part-4.html" style="font-size: x-large;">Part 4</a><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry ran his fingers through his hair, still damp from the
bath, as he stared at the contents of his wardrobe. He refrained from looking
over his shoulder to check if Richard was still lounging, inappropriately, on
his bed. He knew he was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I expect you’ll want the use of my clothes,” Henry said. Richard
seemed to expect the use of everything else—his spare bathrobe, his house, his <i>body</i>. He held onto his irritation. It
was better than feeling responsible for what they’ done—what he’d let Richard
do in the bath.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">If Richard was offended by his tone, it didn’t show. “Will
you be arranging for a tailor to visit to make the alterations?” Richard asked.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry frowned as he turned to let his eyes sweep Richard’s
larger form. He conceded that there were some—differences.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard continued, “Whateley used to hire a woman from town
known for her discretion—among other things—but she was not long for this world
then, and I doubt you’d be willing to take the necessary steps to secure her services
now.” His tone was teasing, but whether his purpose was to humor or to unsettle
was unknown.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“This is going to prove difficult.” Why was there never a
favorable option? Neither bringing a stranger to meet Richard, nor leaving
Richard to his own devices in the house, seemed remotely safe. But he couldn’t
let him wear only a bathrobe forever. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But I am flattered that you will go to such lengths just to
have me wear your clothes,” Richard said. “I wasn’t aware you were sentimental.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry stilled. “There’s nothing sentimental about refusing
to share a home with you while you wander about in a state of undress.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I could wear my clothes.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I was present when you materialized. You brought nothing
with you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Whateley purchased a variety of garments for me over the
decades I resided with him.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry turned his attention back to the wardrobe, giving
himself a moment before he spoke. He’d gotten rid of all of the trunks of clothing
that had been in the house when he’d moved in. He’d had no reason to suspect that
some of them belonged to someone else, and that one day he’d have to explain
their loss. For the first time he imagined what it would be like to be Richard,
to come from another world with nothing of his own, and then to have what little
possessions he did amass over the years disposed of by a stranger. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Feeling uncharacteristically sympathetic toward the demon,
he did his best to frame the loss in a positive light. “If Whateley was in
charge of procuring your wardrobe then I’m certain all of it will be too
outdated to look anything but suspicious. It was most likely even outdated at
the time he purchased it. It’s obvious he shunned anything even remotely modern
if this house is any indicator—” Henry looked at Richard and frowned at a
thought occurred to him. “Only, didn’t you appear to him as a woman?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You remembered that quicker than I thought you would.”
Richard smiled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry’s sympathy was gone. “Then they would be entirely useless,
wouldn’t they?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“And even less likely to fit than yours.” Richard moved to
stand beside him. “Whateley, however, was close to my size. So I could—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I got rid of them.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Unlikely.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry opened his mouth to argue, only to close it again. He’d
been prepared to defend his actions, not respond to blatant denial. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Of course, I did,” he said finally, and before Richard
could further refute him he added, “I was there when the charity came to haul
them away.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Of course,” Richard echoed with a nod that was probably
supposed to be placating, but wasn’t. “What I meant, was that due to Whateley
concern for thieves, he kept his better attire hidden.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Before Henry said anything else, such as to argue that
Whateley had no understanding of “better attire,” Richard ran his hand down the
side of the wardrobe where it met the wall. There was a soft click, and the
furniture swung away, the entire piece operating as a door. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry stepped back to avoid being hit, and when he looked up
again Richard had disappeared into the passage behind it. Henry hesitated for
less than a second before he followed him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“This wasn’t on the blueprints,” Henry said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No, it wouldn’t be.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It wasn’t a large area, little more than a closet. Shelves were
lined with bottles and boxes of assorted sizes. There were a few odds and ends
like a pocket watch, and several pairs of shoes. Trunks were stacked one atop
another against the back wall.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard opened the top one to reveal men’s clothing. They
were musty, but in good repair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“These will need to be washed,” Richard said. “I don’t
suppose you’ve made arrangements for that?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’ve been preoccupied,” Henry said dryly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard smirked at his tone, and Henry looked away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Help me carry this out of the room,” Richard gestured at
the top chest, “and I’ll leave you to your rest.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry froze. “What do plan on doing while I sleep? I can’t
have you wandering around in my house unsuper—” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I have lived in this house far longer than you.” Richard
fixed him with a look. “No harm will come from me reacquainting myself with
it.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But you’re a de—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“And I can leave you in peace while I see to my clothes, or
I can stay here with you,” Richard’s eyes deliberately strayed from Henry’s
face to more alarming anatomical locations, “without them.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry took a deep breath to quell the reaction he had to
Richard’s innuendo. It would have made things easier if he had been less
attractive.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Fine.” Henry moved past him to take one end of the chest. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard took the other, and together they managed to get it
out into the hallway. Richard returned the panel to its ordinary position, and
made as if to leave.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Wait one moment,” Henry said. He removed a pair of his
pants, braces, and a shirt that had always been a little loose from his own
clothes. He didn’t bother to get a vest or jacket, since he knew they would
never fit, and while the pants might be a little short, they would work
temporarily. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He handed them to Richard. “Just until yours are clean.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">An expression crossed Richard’s face, possibly surprise, but
it was gone too quickly for Henry to be sure.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard nodded. “Of course.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry left him in the hallway, and tried not to think about
what nefarious deeds he would wake up to. His house would likely be in
shambles.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">#<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">In the morning, Richard’s nefarious deeds had nothing to do
with to the house.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry shifted, still mostly asleep. He became aware of
Richard’s mouth on his neck, nuzzling and leaving a hot, damp trail with his
tongue. He tried to decide if his need for indignation or for release was more
pertinent, and opted to take a “wait and see” approach. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard moved down his chest, his expression concealed by
locks of hair that fell, sleek and dark, across his face. Henry’s fingers ached
to be buried in them, but whether to push him away or to tug him closer he
couldn’t be certain. He folded his arms beneath his head to prevent himself
from giving in to the impulse. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard seemed unoffended—and undaunted—by the lack of
reciprocity. The heat of his mouth moved lower, and Henry made an involuntary
groan. He set his jaw to stifle any further sounds. It wouldn’t do to have
Richard think he approved of the situation. It was bad enough that he knew
Henry enjoyed it—after all, he was obviously feeding on something.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But when warm hands worked in tandem with the demon’s mouth,
Henry’s hips pressed upward in silent encouragement. Richard responded, giving
him more of what he wanted, and Henry produced another needy sound from his
throat. It was hopeless. He was terrible at remaining silent. He told himself
that it meant nothing. He was simply—making the best of the situation until a solution
could be found.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">And for the next little while, he found his mind was
incapable of making much out of anything at all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Afterwards, when Richard left the bed, Henry saw he wore the
clothes he’d been given.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Now that I have decent light I’m going to spend some time
assessing the house,” Richard said, in what was an unintentional, but
effective, bid to destroy Henry’s afterglow. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry’s eyes narrowed. “Assessing it for what?” His home
would not be a hotbed of demonic activity, a conduit for portals to
netherworlds, or host to any other damnable plan Richard could conceive. He
opened his mouth to say as much, but Richard spoke first.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I am informing you so that you won’t be alarmed by my
wandering.” The corner of his mouth tugged upward as if Henry’s (understandable)
trepidation was amusing. “I’ll leave you to go about your routine.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He hadn’t answered his question. But before Henry could
protest the bedroom door closed and he was alone. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">With a mixture of annoyance and dread, Henry prepared
himself for the day as quickly as possible.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">When he found Richard he was in, of all places, the mudroom.
It had been used for storage and as a workshop when Whateley had lived there,
and Henry had seen no reason to restore it to its more basic function. He
paused before making his presence known, not wanting to sound out of breath. But
when he moved into the doorway his plan to remain calm and collected was
abandoned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What do you think you’re doing?” Henry said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard was using a hammer to pry a board loose from the
wall where it connected with the floor. He paused, but offered no explanation
other than to raise an eyebrow. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You can’t just go around destroying things.” No sooner had
Henry made the accusation than it occurred to him that destruction might not be
the end goal, that instead, something might be concealed behind the board. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rather than answer, Richard used his free hand to brush
small bits of wooden debris off his knees as he stood.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry glowered at his impudence. “Give me the hammer.” He
jutted his hand out toward the offending object.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard stared at it for a moment before his demeanor visibly—and
inexplicably—relaxed. “If you would prefer to be the one to address the problem
of the infestation, then by all means,” Richard offered him the hammer, “you
may proceed.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry accepted it, only to turn it over in his hands with a
frown as Richard’s words sank in. “Infestation?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It happens in these old houses. Vermin are always fighting
to get in.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Vermin?” Henry felt his face go slack. “You don’t mean
rats?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard’s expression stilled. “That’s not unheard of.” His
eyes, however, had become bright.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“In the walls?” Henry’s eyes went to the partially removed
board. He noticed it was damaged, and pieces of wood were missing. Perhaps it’d
been gnawed. “Did you see one?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I had insufficient time to look.” Richard moved as if to
leave, and so that he was no longer in between Henry and the holes. “But I’m
sure you’ll do an admirable job of checking for signs of their existence. Do be
careful to keep track of any removed nails so they can be put back in place
when you’re through.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Wait.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard didn’t.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I haven’t spent much time maintaining older houses.” Henry
tried to sound gracious, as if it was a logical division of labor, and of
little consequence to him. “I will defer to your greater experience.” He
offered the hammer to Richard, but he didn’t take it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He did, however, pause. “I wouldn’t want to go about <i>destroying</i> things.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Take the hammer.” It was all Henry could do not to grit his
teeth. “Please, I insist.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard finally took it, and Henry was careful not to take
note of his expression lest he discovered any smugness lurking about. He said
nothing else, and left Richard to his search while he went to the kitchen for
breakfast. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">#<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry discovered over the next few days that sharing a home
with a demon was a very different experience from what he’d imagined. He’d
assumed, not unreasonably considering the involvement of a <i>sex demon</i> that derived all nourishment through intimate congress
with Henry’s body, that his life would be upended—that he would be dragged to
his bed on the hour, and ravished with wanton abandon while his life, his strength,
<i>his will</i>—where steadily sapped away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Instead, he was mostly ignored. The only contact between
them was a bit of one-directional groping and Richard’s rather far-reaching and
exotic kisses, but even this happened
only in the mornings while Henry was mostly asleep. It was as if Richard was
intentionally minimizing their interactions. Limiting them to when Henry’s body
was most receptive—and his mind the least resistant—so he could be fed and done
for the day. Richard was then free to perform the bafflingly mundane tasks he preferred,
such as doing minor repairs, taking inventory of everything, and doing god
knows what in the library at night.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Some sex demon. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Not that Henry wanted to spend time with his uninvited
guest, but since his existence prevented him from having any other visitors or
from leaving the house himself, he was feeling bored. And trapped. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Which was why, when he found Richard organizing contents of
the pantry that he could never need nor possibly want, he took the time to tell
him just how annoying the entire arrangement was. Not that Richard had
responded in any meaningful way, but at least his displeasure was known.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But that evening, as Henry was preparing to eat his meal of assorted
canned goods and semi-hard bread scavenged from the now neatly arranged pantry,
he was surprised when Richard took the seat across from him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What are you doing?” Henry asked. He watched as Richard set
a manuscript, some parchment, and a quill—of all archaic things—out in front of
him on the small kitchen table. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m being sociable.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oh.” There was a lengthy moment where Henry avoided looking
at his companion, before he shifted his attention to opening one his tins. He’d
never been particularly adept at using the sickle-style opener, and Whateley’s
was sharp enough to risk the loss of a fingers. The awkwardness of the moment
didn’t make the process any faster. Once he finally accessed the contents of
the can, he was disturbed to find it contained creamed corn despite the outside
being clearly was marked as “peaches.” He shouldn’t have been surprised. Nothing
was ever as it seemed in this abominable house. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Disinclined to put out any further effort, he opted to eat
the corn straight from the can with his spoon. It wasn’t as bad as he thought
it would be.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard had taken no apparent notice of his struggles or
predicament. Of course, he didn’t eat—anything from a can at least—and Whateley
was unlikely to be a shining example of any human habit, so Henry’s lapse in
manners was likely unnoticeable. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry watched as Richard carefully dipped the quill into an
ink well, already needing to refill it even though there was barely anything
written on his paper. It was a remarkably inefficient process.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I have pens.” The words left Henry’s mouth before he
realized he’d thought them. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard didn’t look up. “You must be proud.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry paused. “What?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Of your collection.” Richard glanced at him, and there was just
the suggestion of amusement on his otherwise placid features. “To consider them
a conversational topic worthy of your fine dinner.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“There’s no reason to insult me.” Henry glowered at him,
more annoyed than he should have been. “I was simply pointing out that you may
as well help yourself to my writing utensils since you help yourself to
everything else.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard said nothing, but he set down the quill to give
Henry the entirety of his attention.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s your fault that I have to eat like this,” Henry said. “I
can’t hire a cook or a housekeeper because I have no way to explain <i>you</i>.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“There’s no reason you couldn’t claim I was a distant
relative, or a friend from the university.” The reasonable, even tone of
Richard’s words irritated Henry. He wanted him to be as frustrated as he was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No one would believe that.” Henry crossed his arms over his
chest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Would they not?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s obvious you aren’t human.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Obvious?” Richard was looking at him in a way that was hard
to decipher.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Look at how you’re dressed. You look like you’re rehearsing
for some historical play. You don’t sleep, and they would notice if you never
took time for meals, or if, when you did come to the table, you just sat there
without any food and made flippant remarks.” Henry knew he was exaggerating,
and a small—often ignored—voice was urging him to stop, to take it back,
because it wasn’t wise to anger a supernatural being.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard’s tone, however, was sympathetic. “I apologize.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry blinked at him. He opened his mouth, only to close it
again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I wasn’t aware that by abstaining from eating,” Richard
paused to let his eyes travel slowly down Henry’s body, and he smiled, licking
his lips, “I was causing you distress.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry’s eyes widened. “That’s not what I meant.” His pulse quickened
as Richard stood up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I am perfectly willing to feed,” Richard leaned over him,
tilting Henry’s face to meet his, “for your sake.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard’s breath ghosted over his lips, but Henry didn’t
pull away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Is that what you want?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No,” Henry said, but he was certain Richard knew he was
lying.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ok.” Richard ran his fingers through Henry’s hair, and hot, </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">prickles of sensation fanned out in every direction at his touch. He gave one
gentle tug, before he returned to his seat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry took a moment to breathe, letting his body adjust to
the lack of the demon’s proximity. After a moment he allowed his eyes to slide,
surreptitiously, toward Richard, but the demon was working on his manuscript as
if he had never moved at all—as if he had no intention of doing so again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry was not disappointed<i>. He wasn’t.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">#<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<o:p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The next day, when Richard again joined Henry for his
evening meal, Henry did not remark on his failure to eat, or any other topic
likely to provoke him. And if there was a part of him—a very small part—that
was tempted, he banished it to a place in his mind incapable of speech or
action.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What are you working on?” Henry asked, nodding at the
manuscript.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m determining if there are any areas affected by the
infestation that have not yet been sealed.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry was careful to keep his tone neutral. “Was it rats?’<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No, a type of wood boring beetle.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">A small sigh escaped Henry before he caught himself. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard smiled at him, and strangely it seemed less
judgmental and more—fond.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I have a copy of the blueprints for the house, if that
would be easier to work with,” Henry offered, and was surprised to find himself
being so charitable. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Apparently so was Richard from the way he looked at him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry broke eye contact. He fiddled with the bread that had
gone beyond stale to the stage of utterly inedible. Despite the futility of it,
he began to cut away the outside layers to see if there was anything
salvageable in the center.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Thank you,” Richard said, “however, the blueprints do not
contain enough detail.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry looked up with interest. “Wait, so that document shows
more than the blueprints do?” And in this house he knew it wouldn’t be the mere
locations of every nail and screw.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard stiffened. He hesitated for a moment before giving a
guarded nod.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry leaned forward, his bread forgotten. “Is the hidden
closet on there?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It is.” Richard sat his papers on top of the manuscript as
if to conceal it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What else does it show?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Nothing that would interest you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’ll be the judge of that.” Henry slapped his hand down on
the stack so that Richard would damage the papers if he attempted to pull them
away, and slid them toward himself. He’d spent a fair amount of time examining
the plans for the house when he’d had the plumbing and electricity installed,
and his eyes scanned quickly for differences. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“There’s the closet.” Henry pointed. “And there’s another
one in the library.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard was silent, his discomfort obvious.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What are these boxes here?” Henry gestured at the items in
question. “Cabinets? Safes?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Safes, although they are unlikely to contain anything of
monetary value.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I wouldn’t presume to be so lucky.” Henry grinned. He
wasn’t sure if he was more pleased by the discoveries or that it was Richard squirming
for a change. “And these?” He pointed at two small circles. They appeared to be
inside the hall closets and directly above one another.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Hatches. They conceal folding ladders to the floor above or
below.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Left over from the War?” Henry shook his head before
Richard could answer. “No, if I know Whateley they were in place long before
that. But what’s this?” Henry ran his finger across the object on the last
page. His brow furrowed. “This is far too big to be a closet.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s a sub-cellar.” Richard’s voice was tight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“A sub-cellar?” Henry paused to look at Richard before his
attention was drawn back to the page. “I had no idea there was another cellar
beneath the main one. What was it used for?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Storage,” Richard said in a way that indicated that wasn’t
entirely true. “Mostly,” he added after a moment, confirming Henry’s suspicions.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I want to see it. Who knows what might be down there? After
dinner we could—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry jerked his head to stare at Richard. “What? Why not?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I will take you to the other places, although you will need
to be cautious, particularly in regards to the room in the library. But you
mustn’t go in the sub-cellar.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That’s ridiculous.” Henry tossed his napkin on the table,
and stood up, his enthusiasm dampened—but only into determination. “If you don’t
want to go that’s fine. I know where it is.”
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard was quick. He blocked Henry’s path, and his hands gripped
Henry’s shoulders, holding him in place.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You will never enter the sub-cellar.” Richard’s voice was
low and firm, “Is that understood?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry refused to be intimidated, or at least, to let it show.
“I am the owner of this house, in case you have forgotten, and it is my right
to access anywhere within it that I so choose. Is <i>that</i> understood?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard’s eyes searched Henry’s face before his expression
settled into a deep frown. “There are things in that place that are far worse
than a creature that feeds on your pleasure. It is best to leave that room
sealed.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I don’t believe you.” Henry twisted out of his grasp,
giving him a sharp glare in case he was inclined to take hold of him again. </span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Whateley
would have warned me about something like that. He warned me about you.” And
while that warning had been a single <i>useless</i>
sentence, he’d still taken the time to make it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard didn’t reach for him again, but he didn’t move away
either. </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It is unlikely to matter, since Whateley was careful to keep the door
locked. You will have no way to get in.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry thought about demanding to know the location of the keys,
but he suspected Richard wouldn’t tell him whether he knew or not. He exhaled
loudly, and dropped back into his chair. His appetite was lost, which was just
as well considering the unappealing condition of the bread and mystery cans. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard was still looking at him, as if he was trying to
find the solution to a problem that was proving especially elusive.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Or maybe you don’t want me to go in there,” Henry said, “because
that’s where I’ll find the secret of how to get rid of you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Richard’s expression darkened, but his tone was calm. “Believe
what you want.” He collected his papers and supplies in preparation to leave
the room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry made no acknowledgement of him when he left.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">#<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The worst part about the sub-cellar, something that almost
made Henry regret his present course of action—or at least his inability to
delay it until daylight—was that it was only accessible from the outside of the
house.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The thin sliver of the moon did little to illuminate his path,
but he wasn’t willing to light his lantern until he was out of sight of the
house. He’d been careful to wait for Richard to become engrossed in whatever it
was he did all night in the library before he began his venture. There was no
reason to risk discovery now through a poorly timed glance out the window. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He unlocked the storm doors, and folded them outward. He
tried not to think about how it looked like he was stepping into a trap, one
that would spring the moment his feet touched the bottom stair. He lit the
lantern, and held it out in front of him. Straightening his shoulders with a confidence
he didn’t actually feel, he began his descent. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He left the doors open behind him, even though doing so raised
the risk of detection, because the notion of doing anything that would hinder
his escape, should the need arise, was suddenly unbearable. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He found the entrance to the sub-cellar concealed among the
wooden planks of the floor. He lifted the panel to expose another, heavier
door. He took a set of three keys from his pocket. They’d been concealed inside
a hollowed out book on mathematics in the hidden closet in his room. Since the
majority of books were kept in the library, its location had been suspicious.
Richard needed to learn to do a better job of hiding objects that were
supposedly so important. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The metal of the lock was tarnished and worn, but after a
few minutes of jostling, and coaxing, it clicked open. Henry lifted the door,
and braced it with the attached bar to stop it from falling shut again. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The air was fetid. There was a thickness to it, as if particles
of disease hung in suspension, and the mere breathing of it would pull illness
into his lungs. He had no intention of staying in here for long. There was only
one thing he needed to do, and then he would be gone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He saw signs of damage from the beetles on the stairs, which
was something Richard would want to know about when he stopped being so
unreasonably stubborn about the whole thing. Henry was careful to keep his feet
away from the dark holes as he climbed down. It wouldn’t do to fall through a
weak spot, and become injured or trapped.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">At the bottom, half-rotted crates were haphazardly stacked.
He ignored them, because, despite what Richard thought, he knew better than to
touch anything. He had learned that lesson. But he still had a right to be here,
which was why he intended to make a copy of the keys before he put them back. And
after a few days when nothing horrible happened from his venture, he would tell
Richard what he’d done. He looked forward to seeing the expression on his
face. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It was time to complete his exploration. The manuscript had
depicted something small, such as a supply closet, at the back of the
sub-cellar. He located it, and found it was barred and padlocked on the outside.
The third key on Richard’s set was a perfect fit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oddly, the closet contained only a single, small statue. It
was squat and fat, and he wasn’t sure what species it was supposed to resemble,
or even if it was an amphibian or a reptile. It was unsettling. He had no idea
why anyone would want to preserve its image through sculpture.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He was done. It was time to sneak back into his room before
Richard discovered him and spoiled the pleasure of the reveal. He placed his
hand on the door latch, but snatched it away when he saw movement near his feet.
He jumped back, his eyes scanned the ground, but he saw nothing. Not even what
should have been there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The statue was gone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The revelation was lead in his stomach. He turned, holding
his lantern out—nearly dropping it in his haste, and infinitely grateful that
he didn’t because that would have been a catastrophe with all the wooden crates
and boxes—as he turned to look for the figure.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It was by the stairs, and it was moving. Its legs scrabbled
in a broken rhythm, snapping and jerking in a way that made him nauseous. He
had to stop it, to catch it, but the idea of touching it was so revolting he
had difficulty even forcing himself to approach. By the time he did, he only had
time to watch it disappear into one of the dark holes. The thought of reaching
in after it was rejected as soon as if formed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Henry stared after it for a long moment, before he mounted
the steps, locked the door to the sub-cellar, and made his retreat to the
house. He was careful to refill the lantern before putting it away, the notion
of regaling Richard with his exploits no longer appealing. He crept up the
stairs to his bedroom, undressed in darkness, and tucked the keys under the
mattress before he climbed into bed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Sleep, however, proved elusive. The one thought tumbling through
his mind was that he had, once again, unintentionally unleashed a supernatural
creature into his home. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">At least this time it was small. </span><o:p></o:p><br />
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<a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/2011/05/dont-open-box.html" style="font-size: x-large;">Part 1</a><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/2013/11/dont-open-box-part-2.html" style="font-size: x-large; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;">Part 2</a><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/2013/11/dont-open-box-part-3.html" style="font-size: x-large; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre;">Part 3</a><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/2013/12/dont-open-box-part-4.html" style="font-size: x-large;">Part 4</a><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I am once again making updates to this blog. I apologize for
leaving several stories uncompleted. It has always been my intention to finish
them, but I did not have the opportunity until now.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">After a year of doing almost no writing, however, I
discovered I had apparently forgotten how. Everything I tried to create felt
flat, and stilted. So I spent the last month writing a five part Kirk/Spock
(yep—<i>Star Trek</i>, I’m honestly amazed I
wasn’t obsessed with this sooner, ha ha) fan fiction on AO3 to get back into
the writing mode. I completed it yesterday, and am now significantly more
confident about continuing this blog.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I will be editing the older stories here (since my
understanding of grammar, style, and punctuation has improved over time—yay! for
growth), and making some changes to the layout. I then plan to finish “Don’t
Open the Box” and “Unwholesome Things.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Again, I apologize for disappearing. Someone I care deeply
about received a life-altering (but not life-threatening) diagnosis, and I was preoccupied
by it. Adaptations have been made all around, and I’m now better able to find a
balance. In some ways it has actually been a positive experience because it
changed my outlook on a number of issues. </span><o:p></o:p></div>
A. K. Bantlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13213957611410246821noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050229474627955066.post-50956587963704058592012-06-23T00:18:00.001-04:002012-06-23T00:18:45.034-04:00Excited to say...<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I just got my repaired laptop back and all of my recovered stories! Woot! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I'm in the midst of a creative writing class and have decided to share the stories written for it, the link is under the new "my other works" tab. I have to write a story every week, so it is helping (forcing!) me to be a faster writer. Yay!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Anyway, those are the current changes.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> </span>A. K. Bantlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13213957611410246821noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050229474627955066.post-20202205038488091072012-06-03T14:37:00.000-04:002012-06-03T15:22:56.146-04:00Thank you and an update<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Thank you so much for your comments. This month has been awful but I'm finally doing better. Right after I posted about my son's fingers, I was sent a letter informing me that I was no longer in college. After a horrible panic, I was able to make an appointment at the school where I learned that the laws about financial aid had changed this year. The school has to take all academic conduct involving college into account, regardless of how long ago it was. So I was kicked out because I dropped some classes over a decade ago when I was sixteen (at another school in another state, I messed up paper work and had to drop out for financial reasons). I filed an appeal and they are allowing me back in, but I am on academic probation and have to pay extra fees and have extra restrictions. I will be on probation for as long as I choose to stay in college and will have to appeal every semester to stay in. This is so humiliating. I've always worked hard to be a good student, with a great record for over two years at this school, one B and the rest all A's. I broke down and cried in the office, and I NEVER do that in front of anyone. But it's affecting a lot of students, not just me, so I've decided just to stay in school, toughen up and deal with it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Then I got home and my hard drive died on my laptop. I've only had it for three months and of course have backed up nothing. I never write one story from start to finish. I have a bunch of stories that I switch back and forth between, so I lost tons of stuff. At this point I was starting to think I needed to search the house for hex bags, or examine my karma or something. But after wallowing in misery for a few days, I'm actually feeling much better. I may have lost specific wording and ideas, but I remember the stories and I can always rewrite them. Maybe the new versions will be better.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I miss my laptop so much. I keep getting ideas and paper feels like such an inadequate place to store them. It's actually helped to make me feel like writing again. So I asked around and a friend-of-a-friend of my mother's is going to attempt to recover data from my hard drive (let's just hope he doesn't read my stuff if he does, heh). Then I'm looking into if my laptop is under any type of warranty. I'm feeling motivated again and that's a really good thing.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">My son's finger tips do appear to be growing back, which is wonderful! Although they still look awful. I don't know what I thought "slowly growing back" would look like, but this wasn't it. It's like a wound that doesn't close, but kind of peels and extends. Very strange, but I'm still super grateful. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Thank you all for your comments, I was able to check them on my phone (I set it to beep when I got a comment) and it was so wonderful to read them during this awful time. Thank you so much, you have no idea how much it meant to me. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">My life isn't usually so full of drama and so I hope not to take up blog space will all this personal stuff in the future. You guys are amazing and I plan on posting something story wise soon (very soon if my data is recovered). </span></div>A. K. Bantlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13213957611410246821noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050229474627955066.post-18659604794463913182012-05-28T22:14:00.000-04:002012-05-28T22:14:09.908-04:00My Apologies<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">I don’t like to make personal posts because this blog is
supposed to be about the stories and not about me. But I feel like I need to
give readers a heads up on the near future of this blog. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">A few weeks ago I arranged to have someone watch my two and
three year old sons while I was in another room writing. I wanted to take
advantage of the month off from college to be as productive as possible. While
I was attempting to do this, my three year old accidentally shut his brother’s
hand in a folding table and cut the tips of two of his fingers off. One
fingertip was reattached (five stitches) but it seems to be failing. The doctor
does believe that due to his age they are likely to regrow, but that doesn’t
make the whole thing any less awful. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It was a freak accident. The babysitter did nothing wrong
and even if I had been in the room staring straight at them I probably could
not have prevented this. The table has been in in my family for generations and
no one has been hurt by it before.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But I feel guilty anyway. My brain has connected the
incident to my writing and it’s making it very difficult to write anything,
especially UWT since that’s what I was working on. I know it’s irrational, but
I need some time to get past this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">So what this means for the blog is that I will likely post
some fan fiction (Supernatural and maybe Teen Wolf) and then maybe another
project before I return to UWT. I promise I will continue it—I just need to get
over this mental wall of guilt I’ve constructed. I imagine there isn’t much of
an audience for this type of fan fiction, but it’s very low stress for me to
write. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">- AK </span><o:p></o:p></div>A. K. Bantlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13213957611410246821noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050229474627955066.post-25754543924439217692012-05-03T18:31:00.000-04:002012-05-15T14:21:42.530-04:00Empty Saddles<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">By this time tomorrow, Bill would be starting the long, slow
process of rotting in the county jail. Hayes could only hope that, through
popular opinion and support, Bill would gain pardon before he found himself at
the end of a gallows drop. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Hayes wouldn’t be there to witness the fate of his lover, of
course, since he would be the victim. But Hayes would die no martyr’s death. Instead
he imagined that every year the townsfolk would hold a parade to celebrate the slaying
of the no-good, scoundrel, horse-bane Hayes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Hayes rolled onto his back unable to get comfortable. The bed
was sagging beneath him. The ropes needed to be tightened again. It was a
pitiful fate that he wouldn’t even be allowed to wallow in comfort. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He got up and removed the layers of blankets. At least it
would give him something to do to help pass the time. Once he finished
adjusting the bed he made a circuit of their home looking for any repairs he
could do to keep his mind from thinking about what was going to happen when
Bill returned. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">In a way this was really Sawyer’s fault. Sawyer couldn’t go
within five yards of a horse before sweat broke out on his prim, pallid brow
and his namby-pamby moustache began to droop. So naturally, he owned a whole
ranch of them, because that’s what everyone does when terrified of
something—they move out west so they can surround themselves with it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Sawyer was mocked for his fear from one end of town to the
other. Just about everyone wanted to see him get into his fancy carriage and go
back where he came from. Even Hayes had made a few choice comments to Sawyer
about the matter. Bill, of course, had silenced him with a look and a gesture
that threatened to disclose Hayes’ own shortcomings in that department. Because,
well, Hayes wasn’t too fond of horses either. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It was the teeth. They were far too big for something that
supposedly ate only grass. As a child an aunt had forced him to confront his
fear by feeding one sugar cubes. Tiny, tiny sugar cubes. Not only had the horse
gnashed its teeth and rolled its eyes at the frightfully inadequate sugar
offering, but it tried to steal his hand along with it. He had wailed, and
cried, and clutched the cubes to his chest to save his skin when the horse had
let out a mighty and vindictive sneeze, covering his small frame in the
resulting spittle and snot. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He’d never been the same.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Sawyer must have had his own reasons for his fears, but
since Hayes had withheld empathy thus far he was determined not to reveal his
own weakness. Unfortunately that was going to be difficult now that he’d
challenged Sawyer to go riding tomorrow. Sometimes his temper got him into the
worst of troubles. This time there was only one logical way to get out of
it—overcome his fear so that only Sawyer would look like a sissy. So that was
how he found himself at his closest neighbor’s ranch, which just happened to
belong to Sawyer, doing his best to become accustomed to being so close to a
horse. <i>Size was relative</i>, he’d told
himself. He was a man now and so the teeth would be smaller and therefore bound
to be less frightening.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">This theory had not proven as true as he’d wanted it to. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Which was why he was home, and Bill and the others were out
rounding up all of Sawyer’s horses. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Running out of ways to distract himself, Hayes gave up and climbed
back into bed. At least now it was a comfortable place to be miserable. He was
snug as a bug in a—under a magnifying glass in all honesty. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">His stomach growled. He’d skipped lunch. He wondered if Bill
would grant him a last request before he throttled him into the next kingdom.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Hayes heard the lock turn in the door and his body tensed in
apprehension. He’d been miserable about the wait, but now it hardly seemed long
enough.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It seemed like Bill took an eternity to hang up his hat and
remove his boots. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Did you get all the horses?” Hayes was afraid to ask but he
did anyway, prompted by a small, fiendish voice that insisted concern would
portray him as a better person and thus one worthy of keeping above ground.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Yes.” Bill removed his jacket which was part of his normal
routine, but then he began undoing the buttons on his sleeves which <i>wasn’t</i>. It was a bad sign. “Don’t get
up. We need to have a talk.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">That was a worse sign.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Sure, Bill, what about?” He heard his voice crack and he
wished he’d just stayed silent.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Unlike Hayes, Bill was good at silent. A skill he
demonstrated as he fetched his pipe and tobacco, and as he brought a chair to
sit in front of Hayes, who was still curled up on the bed—in hindsight Hayes
realized that made him look guiltier than anything else, like a dog that sits
on the porch with a woebegone expression after it’s got into the chickens again—but
it was too late to do anything about that now. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Although watching Bill pack his pipe did give Hayes some
relief. It would be near to nigh impossible to strangle him when Bill’s hands were
so occupied.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Earlier?” Just because Hayes knew he was caught didn’t mean
he was ready to sign the confession.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No games. A stable hand saw you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ah.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Care to fill me in on why you let all of Sawyer’s horses
go? I know you don’t like him, but this seems mean spirited for—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That wasn’t it at all.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Smoke rolled out of Bill’s mouth as he waited for an explanation.
He would wait like that all day if necessary. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I went down to see the horses,” Hayes said. “I had some apple
bits to feed them.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Bill’s eyebrows rose at that. He took a puff on his pipe
before slowly nodding his head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That don’t explain why you opened the gate,” Bill said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I wanted to go inside.” Hayes took a breath. “To prove I
wasn’t scared of them.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Bill took a long pull on his pipe, the smoke curling around
his words as he spoke. “A section of Sawyer’s fence was down, had been for over
a day, those horses were itching to get out of that corral.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I didn’t know.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Bill nodded. “This is about that reckless, one-sided feud
you got going on with Sawyer and we both know it.” He set his pipe down on the
night stand and stood up. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Hayes’ heartbeat quickened. “It wasn’t.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You were quick to make fun of him about his fear of riding,
now you don’t want him figuring out you’re just the same.” Bill gave him a look
hard enough to make Hayes drop his gaze. “Now you don’t have to worry, since
you won’t be fit to sit in a saddle, not for a few days at least.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Hayes’ eyes began to water. He was too old to be licked, but
for some reason the universe seemed intent on showing him otherwise. Maybe to
make up for all the times he was never punished as a child. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Bill, it was an accident, honest.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You’d think,” Bill said as he sat down beside him. “Since
you and Sawyer are both from back east that you’d be more sympathetic toward
him.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Somebody that afraid of horses has no business owning so
many of them.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“He inherited them. And at least he’s trying to learn the
business, not just selling them like most men in his position would do.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“He’d be better off,” Hayes said, but he couldn’t meet
Bill’s eyes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“He gets a hard enough time from everyone else. Don’t need
you adding to the mix.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Are you done?” Hayes’ tone was sharper than he’d intended. He
could feel Bill’s eyes hot on him, but he didn’t dare look up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“With the talking part I am.” Bill took a hold of the
blanket and began to pull it off of Hayes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Wait.” Hayes voice was higher than normal as he grabbed Bill’s
hand to stop the motion.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You know you’ve earned it.” Bill’s expression was patient,
as if he was willing to wait as long as necessary for Hayes to let go of his
hand. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Hayes took a breath and gathered his defiance, the closest
he can get to courage under the circumstances. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“If you say so.” His tone was bitter, but when he releases
his grip he knows Bill will recognize it for the sign of consent it was. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Bill finished removing the blanket from Hayes and flipped him
onto his stomach. He stretched out beside him and Hayes can feel the weight of
an arm across his back while the other undoes the buttons on the front of his
trousers. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Hayes only offers the slightest resistance as Bill slides
the fabric down off his hips. The cold air against Hayes’ bared skin makes him
shiver—not that Bill will let that be a problem for long.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Bill’s palm connects with his backside and Hayes makes a
soft gasp. Embarrassed, he sets his jaw, determined not to make any more noise.
That was important.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He wasn’t sure why exactly. Bill would go easier on him once
he broke down. Prolonging it didn’t make sense, except that, somehow, it did.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The sound of palm striking bare skin was loud. It was one of
the rare times Hayes was grateful to live in the middle of nowhere. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Bill was experienced at this, one strong arm delivering
spank after spank while the other was there to keep Hayes still once it became
necessary. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">And it did become necessary. The first part of Hayes’ body
to lose the battle was his hips. They rocked back and forth trying to shift the
blows to a less sensitive spot. But Bill responded by adjusting his aim. Either
that or there were no such spots left. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Hayes clenched his muscles and relaxed them. Nothing was
helping.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“All right,” Hayes said, his tone gruff and a lie.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Bill said nothing, his hand continued to fall across Hayes’
aching bottom.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I said all right, damn it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I heard you the first time.” Bill was as calm as ever.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m done.” Hayes tried to push up off the bed, but Bill
pressed him back down.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Are you?” And Bill—the bastard—chuckled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Yes, I am. You won, I won’t do it again.” Hayes’ legs were shifting
hard now, any moment the motion was going to turn into kicks. He needed to end
this while he still had some pride left.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Glad to hear it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Hayes gritted his teeth. “I’m sorry, all right? I shouldn’t
have done it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That’s right. You should never have started this feud.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He wanted to argue that he didn’t start it, but they both
knew that wasn’t true. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I should’ve stayed back east. Married some rich thing,”
Hayes said instead.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m sure you should’ve.” There was no bitterness to Bill’s
voice, as if he knew better than to take offense at what Hayes said when angry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It might not be right, but it was one of the things Hayes
loved about him. No matter what rotten thing he said, it just rolled right off
of Bill. He might get taken to task for it, but he was never rejected. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">And that was what got him. “Didn’t mean that,” Hayes said
and whatever Bill’s response was became lost under the sound of his sobs. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Bill lifted him up and wrapped him in his arms. Hayes clung
to him, his face buried in a shirt that smelled of tobacco, and sweat, and
everything that was Bill.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m sorry.” This time he meant it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Shh, it’s all right.” Bill rubbed firm hands up Hayes’
back. He pressed a kiss on top of his head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Maybe he should have just settled down like his parents’
wanted. Married some upper class gal and made babies. Instead he’d let the pull
of two fine blue eyes draw him out west, to a land of lawlessness and chaos. And
horses.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But none of those upper class gals had ever made him feel
the way Bill did. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m not like Sawyer,” Hayes said, his voice muffled by his
tears and Bill’s shirt. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You were.” And before Hayes can catch his breath to respond
to that, Bill continues. “Not so much now.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Which makes it ok again, so he doesn’t say anything, just
relaxes into Bill’s arms, allowing himself to be soothed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You fix the bed?” Bill asks after a while. “It feels
better.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Hayes nods against his lover’s shirt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You always get stuff done when you feel guilty. Maybe you
ought to do wrong more often.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Only if you agree to let me get away with it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Bill snorted. “Come on and help me with supper. It’s getting
late.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Hayes stomach grumbled at the thought. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Here.” Bill took his hand and towed him off the bed and
into the kitchen. “Why don’t I take you out riding sometime, just the two of
us, give you a chance to get used to them.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Hayes liked that idea. With Bill and in private, he might
just be able to get over his fear. So that next time it comes up he’d be able
to show Sawyer a thing or two. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But he’s wise enough to keep from speaking that thought out
loud. Instead he turns his focus to helping Bill with supper. Bill looks out of
place in the kitchen, like he’d be more suited to eating beside an open fire.
Whatever Hayes gave up when he moved west to start a life with Bill, he knows
Bill has given up just as much. But it’s ok, because where ever he ended up, in
the East or West, there was no better company in which he’d rather be. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>A. K. Bantlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13213957611410246821noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050229474627955066.post-44569382543859793042012-04-24T12:09:00.003-04:002012-05-15T14:23:34.791-04:00Unwholesome Things - Part 14<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>Beta by LP, all remaining mistakes are mine.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The next morning, Oren grabbed his phone from the nightstand
before he had finished wiping the sleep from his eyes. He slid his finger
across the screen, illuminating it to check for missed calls.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">A blank screen stared back at him. Not even a text message
indicator.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He checked the time: 8:37 a.m. Rezo should be awake by now. But it
was possible Marikit wasn’t. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren forced himself to set the phone down. He was being stupid. He
should do something to distract himself instead of pathetically waiting by the
phone. No one willingly dates the desperate. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">No sooner had he resolved to not check his phone for at least an
hour when it rang.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Hello, Rezo,” Oren answered on the first ring. <i>Because that didn’t seem desperate at all.</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Hi, um sorry I didn’t get back to you last night.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Don’t worry about it.” He paused, tying to act like he wasn’t
going to barrage Rezo with questions without at least trying to be casual
first. He failed. “Did you talk to her?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo sighed and Oren’s heart withered in his chest. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I did,” Rezo said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“And she said no.” Oren was beginning to wish he’d stayed asleep. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Not exactly, but it’s not quite resolved yet.” Rezo paused. “I’m
working on it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Right.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“She’s fine with the idea of me dating you, she’s happy for us
actually.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Then what’s the problem?” Oren didn’t believe she was happy for
them for a second.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’ll take care of it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Maybe I can help.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oren.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Come on, at least tell me what it is.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“She wants me to do something with her first.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">What was left of Oren’s heart stopped, shattered and fell to dust.
“Like something physical?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Physical?” Rezo sounded confused. “As in labor? No, not like
clearing trees or something like that, more like extortion.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Wait, she wants money?” Oren felt a rush of relief. “If the problem
is coming up with it, I can—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Don’t finish that sentence.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren frowned. If Rezo planned to let lack of money be the only
thing that kept them apart, when he had access to plenty, Oren was going to
have a lot more than a sentence to say about it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“She’s not after money, well she is, but not mine,” Rezo said. “She
wants me to help with a fundraiser.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“For what?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Her class is going on a trip to Mexico City.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But I thought you liked helping friends and family with work, and
things, and stuff...”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Usually, but not with what she wants me to do.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">There was an awkward silence that Oren wasn’t inclined to relieve.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Don’t worry,” Rezo continued. “She’ll come to her senses soon.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’ll help.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Um…” Rezo paused. “We don’t need to muscle her into it. I think
she’ll get there on her own.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Not that. I want to help with the fundraiser.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You won’t when I tell you what it is.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It doesn’t matter.” Oren smiled into the receiver even though no
one could see him. “I get to be the knight in shining armor.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo snorted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’ll be the one saving the Rezo in distress.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo groaned. “The only one that’s going to be in distress is—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Shh.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Is—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Don’t ruin my moment. Exactly how many times do I get to be the
hero? Let me revel.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo laughed. The sound warmed Oren all the way through. He was
pleased to be entirely responsible. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Fine,” Rezo said with mock frustration. “I’ll pick you up at
noon.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Today?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Did you want to wait?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No, but where are we going?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“To the university.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren hesitated. He imagined the university would be crowded, and
with his peers, no less.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Still want to go?” Rezo asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What are we doing again?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Far be it from me to ruin the adventure and spoil the surprise.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Rezo…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’ll see you in a few hours.” Rezo’s voice was warm even as he
hung up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="center" class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">#<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren didn’t care how lame it made him; he waited in the downstairs
hall, peering out the window every few second once his phone said fifteen till
noon. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He was excited. And nervous. But it didn’t matter because today he
was earning himself a boyfriend.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>Knights
do not get nervous</i>. He grinned at the thought. He should have dressed in white.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He heard Rezo’s car before he saw it. Like a serenade of crickets
chirping their way into the driveway.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren opened the door and bounded to the car.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo leaned over and opened the door. “I didn’t even have to wake
you up this time.” He smiled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That was one time. You can get over it already.” Oren slid into
the passenger seat and fastened his seatbelt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo dropped the transmission into drive as he turned the car in
the direction of the university. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“If we do, um, officially start going out.” Oren asked. “Do you
want to keep it a secret around your friends?” He already knew what the answer
was going to be. Unlike him, Rezo actually had a reputation worth preserving.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Why?” Rezo’s voice was light. “Are you embarrassed of me now?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m being serious,” Oren said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo kept his eyes on the road. “It’s too late for that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I told Jeff that I was interested in you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You did?” Oren realized he was staring at the side of Rezo’s face
and forced himself to look at the road. “How did he take it?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Claims he knew it all along.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren smiled. “Sounds like what he’d say.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“He’s not supposed to tell anyone else until we make it official.”
Rezo glanced at him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">For a moment Oren said nothing, preferring to sit in silence—or as
much silence as could be in a car that made more noises than an undirected
symphony—then Oren reached over and pinched Rezo’s arm. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What the hell?” Rezo jerked, making the car swerve slightly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I was making sure I wasn’t dreaming.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You could have caused a wreck.” Rezo shot him a look. “And you’re
supposed to pinch yourself.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It hurts less if I pinch you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo closed his eyes. “What have I gotten myself into?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Eyes on the road,” Oren lectured, even as Rezo’s eyes were
already opening.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo shook his head. “That’s it. You’re in trouble.” For a second
Oren thought he saw a grin but it was too quick to be sure.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Not just for that—it was a joke.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“This hand…” Rezo grabbed a hold of Oren’s wrist. “Is not going to
get away with pinching others and causing reckless driving.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What are you doing?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo ignored him. “So this hand has earned a long session of time
out.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren was stunned to watch as the offending hand was placed on Rezo’s
thigh. He looked up to see Rezo’s expression, but he only smiled and covered
Oren’s hand with his own. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“There, that should keep it out of trouble,” Rezo said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren laughed. He leaned closer to Rezo in his seat, for once
enduring a punishment he didn’t mind at all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="center" class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">#<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“This is what you were afraid of?” Oren gave Rezo a skeptical
look. “Selling hats to kids?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That’s not the worst part. Look again.” Rezo took a step back
from the display table as if he wanted to be further away when whatever horror
was plaguing him made itself apparent to Oren. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The table was covered with knitted hats made to look like different
animals. Oren picked one up. It had orange and brown splotches that were
vaguely giraffe-like. If that wasn’t enough of a clue as to what is was, it had
eyes and ears and antlers that stood up. Flaps hung down to cover the wearer’s ears,
terminating in a puff of yarn. It was cute enough to induce nausea, but nothing
exceptional.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Then Oren realized what was bothering Rezo. It was adult-sized.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“They’re cute, you just won’t admit it,” Marikit said, from behind
him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren turned just in time to watch her enthusiastically wrap her
arms around Rezo to plant a kiss on his cheek. Rezo squeezed her back while
Oren fought his impulse to forcibly separate them. It was like the hug that
wouldn’t end. Instead Oren focused on stilling his heartbeat and keeping his
mouth shut. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">When she finally released him she turned to Oren and gave him a
quick hug, catching him off guard. His body was stiff but he forced himself to
reciprocate. He noticed while she’d pressed her front against Rezo, she only
let her side contact Oren. She didn’t kiss him either.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">She was holding a hat with long whiskers and pointed ears.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“How do you expect to sell any of these?” Rezo asked. “It’s almost
eighty degrees outside.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s not about keeping your head warm, it’s about looking
adorable.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“We’ll see how well that theory works for you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Don’t be so negative!” She smiled at Oren as if she expected him
to side with her. “I bought this one for myself.” She slipped it onto her head,
her eyes suddenly huge beneath the frame of the deep rust color. “I’m a fox.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Of course she was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Excellent.” Rezo said. “Now you can attract juvenile men from
miles around.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Not to mention furries,” Oren said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Like what?” Rezo looked at him with a troubled expression. As if
there was some new threat he hadn’t previously been aware of.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“They’re mostly harmless.” Oren hesitated. “If you don’t know,
then I don’t really want to explain.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Stop being difficult.” Marikit playfully shoved Rezo. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren was proud that he didn’t give in to his urge to tell her to
stop touching him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Aw, is Rezo driving you crazy already?” Jeff said as he
approached the stand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You made it!” Marikit beamed at him, but she didn’t offer a hug.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Jeff didn’t know how lucky he was. Oren could still feel the
unwelcome touch of her arms on his skin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I made one to donate,” Jeff said, holding up a hippopotamus. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Marikit grinned and took it from him. “Thank you! I’ll put it with
the others. I need to grab something from my car. Will you guys watch the stand
until I get back?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“As you wish,” Jeff said, giving her a dramatic bow.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He was rewarded with a brief nervous laugh before Marikit made her
exit. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I don’t think she got my reference,” Jeff said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No one gets your references,” Rezo said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Maybe I should have added ‘Princess Buttercup.’”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I doubt that would have helped.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“From the Princess Bride?” Oren asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Jeff turned to leer at him and Oren took a step back in alarm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I am obviously pursuing the wrong person.” Jeff looped an arm around
Oren. “Come here, oh love of my life.” Oren pulled away and the embrace morphed
into a headlock.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So…” Rezo said, apparently indifferent to Oren’s plight. “Is this
your spirit animal?” He poked at the hippo.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No, it’s a sign of my devotion.” Jeff released Oren, who was
quick to put himself on the other side of the stand, far away from unwanted and
dubious signs of affection.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I think knitting puts you firmly in the friend zone,” Rezo said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s crocheting and I don’t want to hear it. You have officially
lost all rights to give advice on dating women.” He pointed at Rezo then Oren
and back again. “You failed.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo let out a huff of air in nonconsensual amusement. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Why a hippo?” Oren asked. “I mean, these are for girls, right?
What girl wants to be a hippo?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“One with self-confidence and an aversion to stereotypes,” Jeff
said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo rolled his eyes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So which ones are you guys wearing?” Jeff asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m selling them, not wearing them,” Rezo protested.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s not as effective if you don’t demonstrate the product.” Jeff
grinned. He held up something white and black. “Cow?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Absolutely not,” Rezo said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren grinned. “A cow isn’t right for him. He needs something more
ferocious, like…”Oren glanced over the selection, rejecting several before he
found the one that was just right. “This.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“A rabbit?” Rezo frowned. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s a compliment. Haven’t you ever heard the phrase ‘breed like
a...’”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo gave him a look.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That is not a rabbit,” Jeff said as if they had personally
offended him. “Marikit made that one herself and she did an excellent job with
the details. It’s a wallaby.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The idea of Rezo wearing a hat made by Marikit was considerably
less funny.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“See? Even Oren is up for this. I’ll be a…” Jeff seemed to feel
only a few seconds were needed to make a decision as important as this one. “Koala.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Manly,”
Rezo said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Just
watch, this is totally going to get me laid.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’ll
be a bear,” Oren grinned. “For obvious reasons.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
pressed two fingers to his forehead and sighed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Going
to have to work on the hair growth, buddy,” Jeff said. He made a face. “Actually,
I don’t need any of that man to man imagery. Let’s focus on ladies in these.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
poked at a zebra the way Oren poked at some of his mother’s more adventurous
dinner ideas. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Hurry
up and pick something,” Jeff said, going for a threatening tone, but the koala
ears made it hard to take him seriously.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
sighed and snatched the wallaby hat off the table. He slipped it on. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Happy?”
Rezo asked Oren.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Before
Oren could decide if he was or not, Rezo was distracted by something behind
him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> “She’s back.” Rezo pointed at Marikit as she
approached. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“If
the two of you don’t mind, I’m going to stay behind and help man the table,”
Jeff said, his eyes fixed on the approaching figure.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Go
for it,” Rezo said. He scooped up a basket of hats and turned to Oren. “Want to
work together?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“God,
yes.” Oren was glad they weren’t staying to talk to Marikit again. He doubted
she would have let him team up with Rezo. Also, he only had so much
self-control.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
smiled and together they started walking down one of the halls. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So
why isn’t this bothering you?” Rezo asked once they were alone. He pointed at
the Oren’s hat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
pretended to think about it before making an exaggerated sigh.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Not
all knights are lucky enough to get the shining armor. Some of us have to make
do with the crocheted variety.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
smiled as if amused at the image. “Seriously though, you used to have such a
hard time going out in public and now here you are on campus wandering around
with a bear hat on like it’s nothing.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Actually,
now that Rezo pointed it out, it was odd. He took a moment to think. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
think it’s because of the hat in a way.” At Rezo’s raised eyebrow he continued.
“I’m supposed to look ridiculous. There’s no point in worrying about all the
students with infinitely better social skills than me, because it’s hopeless.
It’s freeing.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Your
social skills aren’t that bad.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oh
really?” Oren rolled his eyes. “At our first meeting you bent me over the bed
and spanked me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That’s
true.” Rezo nodded. “And I think you did an excellent job of communicating that
need to me.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
wasn’t asking for it.” Oren shoved him, but it wasn’t hard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
think we’ll have to agree to disagree.” Rezo moved as if to dodge an expected
blow. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But
Oren only smiled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="center" class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">#<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo’s
“bunny” ears turned out to be a big seller, a fact that Oren was inclined to
credit to the model over the creator.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">When
they returned to the stand, Oren was disheartened to see the supply was still
plentiful. Even with their success, it was beginning to look like they were
going to be here all day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Three
middle-aged women were talking with Jeff and Marikit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oren!”
Marikit waved at him as if there was any possible way he could miss her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He
frowned. Rezo was right next to him. It didn’t make sense that she only
addressed him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Come
meet the family,” she said as they came closer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“We’ve
made a killing,” Jeff said. “How about you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“We
did alright,” Oren said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Shockingly,”
Rezo added, at which Marikit stuck out her tongue.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“This
is Oren?” said one of the women. She was dressed a little nicer than the others.
Oren wondered if she was Rezo’s mother. It would make sense.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The
women exchanged a glance. That was a bad sign. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Yeah,
I’m Oren Gilby,” he said, trying to project friendliness, or humor, or
something other than the mounting panic in his system. He held out his hand and
was annoyed to see it was trembling. It was very important that he make a good impression.
The last thing he needed was someone else opposing their relationship.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">A
woman dressed casually in jeans and a t-shirt took his hand. Her eyes narrowed
marginally as she gave him a tight smile. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“My
son has mentioned you,” she said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m
pleased to meet you, Mrs. Diaz,” Oren said, polite enough to make even Norman
proud.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The
other women shook his hand in turn. The nicely dressed one was Marikit’s mother
and the third was her aunt. He forgot their names almost instantly, disturbed
by the coldness of the exchange. He wondered what they had heard about him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Rezo?”
Mrs. Diaz said. For a moment Oren panicked that she was going to ask him
something horrible like why he’d brought Oren, but instead she only said, “I
have a cooler in the car with drinks. Will you get it for me? It’s parked in the
visitor zone.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Sure.”
Rezo nodded and took the keys. He squeezed Oren’s shoulder before he left. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Instead
of being comforted by the gesture, Oren found himself glancing to see if Mrs.
Diaz had seen. But if she had she didn’t give any indication of it. Her
attention was back on the conversation with Marikit and the other women as they
restocked the table.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Don’t
worry about it,” Jeff said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
jerked at the sound of his voice. He’d been so preoccupied with worry, he’d
forgotten Jeff was here.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“About
what?” Oren asked, although he knew.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Jeff
gestured toward the women. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
can’t help it,” Oren said. “I don’t know what they’ve heard about me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Definitely
nothing bad.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
was surprised by how sure Jeff sounded.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What
about my drawings?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No
one would have mentioned that to them.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But
they acted like they didn’t like me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Jeff
gave him a wry grin. “Rezo’s mom sees something in you she doesn’t like.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What?”
Oren asked, even though he was certain he didn’t want to hear the answer. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> “The possibility that she’s never going to be
a grandmother.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What
does that have to do with…?” Oren didn’t need to finish because he got it.
“Does she know about Rezo?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m
sure she suspects.” Jeff shrugged. “He does have a brother, so it’s not like
there’s no hope for her.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
couldn’t leave it like this. Poor social skills or not, he had to make at
attempt to be friendly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Thanks
for telling me,” Oren said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That’s
what friends are for.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
looked at him stunned. Jeff thought of him as a friend? He tried to determine
if he meant it or it was just an expression. Before he could find a way to ask
without everything becoming awkward, Jeff patted Oren on the back hard enough to
make him stagger. The moment passed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
approached the women, determined to show them how likeable he was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So,
um these are really nice,” Oren said. He’d forgotten to wait until they’d
stopped talking and now they were staring at him as if he was an ant at a
picnic. “Did you make all these yourselves?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
made a few, but they did the most by far,” Marikit said proudly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Kikay
gave us the patterns,” Marikit’s mother said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Kikay?”
Oren asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Marikit,”
her mother said with a frown.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oh,
I think I remember Rezo calling her that,” Oren said, even though he didn’t. He
didn’t want it to seem like he knew nothing about Rezo and his friends.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">No
one else said anything and Oren could feel the chance to change their opinion
of him slipping away. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So,
are you worried about Kikay?” he asked, and the way they looked at him made him
think he had said something wrong. Since he didn’t know what her nickname
meant, so he probably shouldn’t have used it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Should
I be worried?” Marikit’s mother asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Going
on the trip?” Oren amended. “Do you have family in Mexico that will check in on
her?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Her
mother’s brow creased. “I don’t have family in Mexico.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oh,
I thought that might be why Marikit chose that location for the school trip,
because she wanted to connect with her heritage.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m
not Mexican,” Marikit said, the confusion on her face stretching from the
wrinkle in her brow down to purse of her lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">There
was silence while Oren tried to think of anything he could say to excuse his
mistake. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oh,
I’m sorry. I thought you looked similar to Rezo and so I assumed—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Wait,”
Jeff said. “You thought Rezo was Mexican? This whole time?” He laughed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Mrs.
Diaz said something in a language Oren couldn’t understand, but was at least
now fairly certain it wasn’t Spanish. The other two women burst into laughter.
A rapid exchange of hand gestures and words followed. And laughter, lots of
laughter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
wanted to die.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Marikit
was the only one that didn’t seem to find the situation amusing. One of the
only things she and Oren had in common.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Um,
what’s going on?” Rezo asked from behind Oren, proving that yet again he had
the worst timing possible.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
couldn’t look at him, any of them. “Jeff, where’s the bathroom?” he asked. His
face was hot and the panic in his voice was audible despite his efforts to keep
it out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But
Jeff was laughing so hard Oren didn’t think he’d even heard him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s
straight down the hall,” Marikit said. “Fourth door on the left. It isn’t
marked because they just repainted.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
took off before he could hear Rezo’s reaction when he discovered what Oren had said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He
kept to a fast walk until he reached the bathroom. He turned the handle with relief
and stepped into the room, the door closing behind him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The
light was off for some reason and he felt along the wall until he found the
switch. Once he could see he was startled to find himself staring at a mop
bucket. Hanging on a rack on the wall was the mop. In fact, there was a
remarkably large amount of cleaning supplies in the bathroom.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He
looked around the room and clarity hit him like a blow to the stomach.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He
wasn’t in a bathroom. He was in a utility closet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">So
he’d either failed to count correctly or he’d mixed up his left and his right. There
was apparently no end to his absolute stupidity or the mistakes he could make. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It
was too late to just back out and go to the right room like a normal person. He’d
been in here too long. He was trapped.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Maybe
it wasn’t as bad as it seemed. Maybe he’d luck out and they were laughing too
hard at him to notice what he’d done. Maybe if he just stayed in here long
enough they would all go home and he wouldn’t have to speak to any of them ever
again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Did
he just shut himself in a closet?” Marikit’s voice said from the other side of
the door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He
should have known better than to think he could be lucky. He looked around for
a solution to the problem. Unfortunately the mop bucket wasn’t big enough to
drown in.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He
heard laughter on the other side of the door. Laughter that became much louder
as it was opened. They were all there: Rezo, Marikit, their mothers, Jeff and
the aunt—and all of them were staring at him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oren,”
Jeff said once he could breathe. “When you saw it was the wrong room,” he was
interrupted by another bout of laughter. “Why didn’t you just come back out?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
knew better than to try to explain the complexity of the situation. No one
would understand. It was all he could do not to bury his scorched face, and
hopefully with it some of his mortification, in his hands. Somehow he didn’t
think it would help. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
stepped between the others and strode toward him. He took Oren’s wrist and
pulled him from the closet. His expression wasn’t amused at all. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
need to speak with Oren in private,” he said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren’s
heart dropped to the floor. Rezo was going to tell him he never wanted to speak
to him again. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
kept a firm grip on his arm as he pulled him down the hall and into the
library. Oren had no idea why he would want to have a conversation that was
most likely going to involve yelling and tears in such a place, but he was too
miserable to ask. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
propelled him into a private study room and the destination began to make sense.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He
closed the door securely. Oren imagined it was to block the sound.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Next
he closed the blinds, shielding the other library patrons from the savagery he
was about to inflict on Oren’s heart.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Rezo,
please, I didn’t mean to. Please, not here, wait till we get back to my house.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The
grip on Oren’s arm shifted and he felt himself being pulled toward Rezo. Oren wasn’t
sure what he expected to happen, only that it couldn’t be good. He resisted but
Rezo was stronger and he found himself pressed against him. Which was not what
he was expecting.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Strong,
warm arms wrapped around him. Rezo nuzzled against the side of his neck. He
made an odd sound, one that Oren had to struggle to identify because it was so
out of place. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Are
you laughing?” Oren asked, his voice tight with accusation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m
sorry, I’m trying not to.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You
just scared the hell out of me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Why?”
Rezo sounded genuinely puzzled.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Dragging
me in here like that, being so serious and silent.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
didn’t want you to see me laugh.” The mention of the word laugh was apparently
enough to start him up again. “What did you think I was going to do?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What
do you think?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
have absolutely no idea.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Damn
it, his vision was becoming blurry. Oren turned his face away.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Hey.”
Rezo’s tone softened. He cupped Oren’s chin in his hand and turned it back to
face him. “What did you think?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That
you were bringing me here to tell me that you didn’t want to see me anymore.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
wouldn’t do that.” Rezo wiped away with his thumb the tear that Oren had been
willing him not to see. He kissed the side of Oren’s face, brushing his nose
against his ear. “You’re my favorite person to be around.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You’re
really not mad?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No.
I wanted to get you out of there. I know how you are with people and after
something that embarrassing I figured you’d need the space.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren’s
heart thumped. Rezo had been looking out for him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m
amazed you even want to talk to me after what I did,” Oren said, after a
moment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Put
your foot in your mouth? I’m friends with Jeff. I’m used to it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But
about something so important. I mean, I got your race wrong.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He
felt Rezo shrug. “According to my sociology professor, race is a social
construct, so it doesn’t really matter.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
didn’t say it in front of your professor. I said it in front of your mom and
her friends.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
made an amused snort. “Then you shut yourself in a closet.” He leaned his
forehead against Oren’s and chuckled, but it wasn’t unkind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You
shouldn’t be laughing about this.” Oren moved to bury his face in Rezo’s
shoulder. “How can you stand me? I’m too ignorant to tell different races
apart. I don’t want to be racist, but I can’t help it apparently.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You
are not racist.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“How
can you say that?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Do
you think everyone except you can look at a person and instantly see what
ethnic groups their ancestors belong to? Can I look at you and see that your mother
is Irish, or that your father is Swedish except for a grandmother from Wales?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No,
but—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But
nothing. No one can. What’s racist is making assumptions based on prejudices.
Lumping groups together, making stereotypes. Discriminating against people
based on their appearance or ethnicity. Understand?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
frowned. “Maybe.” He knew Rezo was usually right, but he wasn’t ready to just
hand his culpability over yet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Look
at it this way, why did you think I was from Mexico?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
winced. “Why does it matter? I was wrong.” He carefully removed himself from
Rezo’s embrace, stepping back so he could see his expression.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Trust
me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Fine.”
Oren took a breath. “Your last name is Diaz, which I thought was Spanish in
origin and Marikit is organizing a trip to Mexico City. I thought she might be
interested in learning about her heritage.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That’s
logical, wrong, but still logical.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Logic
isn’t going to undo how badly I embarrassed myself.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
hung his head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Well?”
Rezo asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Well
what?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ask.”
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
met his eyes and saw only sincerity. “If you’re sure—” Rezo’s look shifted and convinced
him it was safer to hurry up and be sure. “Um, what’s your race or ethnicity
or…?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Filipino.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ok.”
Oren nodded. Although that didn’t actually help. He knew absolutely nothing
about Filipinos. Apparently he really was an ignorant American. He consoled
himself that at least now he had a word to go home and look up.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“My
parents moved from the Philippines before I was born, but one day I would like
to visit. The reason my last name is Spanish is because back when Spain colonized
the Philippines they reassigned surnames to the natives for tax purposes, among
other reasons. In a lot of cases it was done alphabetically, based on where
they lived.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That’s
awful.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
shrugged. “That’s imperialism.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So
the language your mother was speaking was Filipino?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Tagalog.”
At Oren’s confused look he added, “It’s one of several languages from the Philippines.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oh.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“All
good now?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m
still really embarrassed.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Expect
to be teased a bit and then it will pass.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
groaned.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Don’t
worry, it’ll be worse when they find out we’re dating.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“If
we ever end up dating.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“We
will.” Rezo took Oren’s hand and leaned back against the desk, drawing Oren
against him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“She
still might say no.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
won’t give up until she says yes.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
smiled. “Then let’s go start talking to her about it, or selling hats, or
something.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“In a few minutes.” Rezo pressed a kiss to the skin below Oren’s
ear. His lips trailed along the edge of Oren’s jaw until he got to his mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren closed his eyes, savoring the warmth and affection of the
touch as well as the entire concept that Rezo actually wanted to do this with
him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo hovered over Oren’s mouth, his breath warm, before letting
his lower lip brush Oren’s. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren leaned into the contact, draping his arms around Rezo’s neck
as he deepened the kiss. He felt Rezo, press into him, his arms moving to grip
his sides for a moment before wrapping them around his back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren broke the kiss and Rezo made a brief frustrated noise. Oren
was thrilled that he could have such an effect on someone that he regarded as
self-control personified.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I guess staying here for a few minutes is ok.” Oren gave him a
sly smile. “You can remind me why going back out there and facing everyone is somehow
going to be worth it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo shook his head. “You’re only going to get so much convincing
before we have our first date.” He moved to speak directly into Oren’s ear, his
warm breath dissipating on his skin. “But I’ll see what I can do within those
limits.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You want to go on a date?” Oren pulled back to look at his eyes,
which had the effect of stopping Rezo from trying to kiss him, and Oren
regretting having said anything.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That’s how these things usually start.” Rezo searched his eyes.
“Don’t you want to?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Yes, but what would we do?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Are you seriously telling me that you’ve never thought about it?
That you have no ideas?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Before Oren could answer he was interrupted by the Rezo’s
ringtone. Rezo dropped his arms from Oren and retrieved it from his pocket. He
frowned before he answered it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Hey, we’re still talking. Did you need something?” Rezo’s frown
deepened as he listened. “In a study room in the library, but—” Rezo glanced at
Oren, his expression becoming worried while he listened to the person on the
other end of the line. “Maybe you should—” He stopped and looked at his phone
before shifting his gaze to address Oren. “She hung up on me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Who did?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo gently untangled himself from Oren before he moved to open
the blinds. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“She wants to talk to you,” Rezo said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Who does?” The vision of Rezo’s mother storming into the room and
forbidding them to continue their friendship, let alone anything more, was
enough to induce panic.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Marikit.” No sooner had Rezo said it than she appeared in the
library, her eyes scanning the study rooms until she found the one containing
her targets.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo opened the door for her and closed it again behind her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m sorry to interrupt,” she said. “But I wanted to apologize to
Oren.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren was speechless. Since when had anyone but him done something
wrong?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I should have said something before you took off, but I was a
little stunned. The way Rezo talks about you I assumed you would know a lot
more about him, me, his family, and all that.” She was wringing her hands
together as if nervous. “But then I remembered that while he’s perfectly
capable of quoting the most boring passages from a history or sociology text
book for hours on end, my cousin is absolutely horrible about talking about
himself or what’s important in his life. You should be proud that you were an
exception.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>Cousin?
</i>“I
was?” Oren said automatically, instead of asking the question he wanted to ask.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“He goes on and on about you: ‘I wonder if Oren likes white or
dark chocolate?’ ‘Oren would hate this movie,’ ‘Do you think he’s read this
book?’ It’s even more boring to listen to than the textbook rants.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I think we’ve talked enough about me.” Rezo wouldn’t meet
anyone’s eyes and his hands were stuffed into his pockets as if he was
embarrassed. “Weren’t you supposed to be apologizing about something?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Yes, I am.” Marikit took a step closer to Oren. “I thought it was
really rude the way everyone was laughing at you. We all say stupid things at
times and it’s good to be able to laugh at yourself and each other, but you
didn’t really know anyone yet. It was terrible manners on the part of my family
and I just wanted you to know I disapproved. I told them so too, but you had
already left.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That’s not your fault,” Oren said. “I shouldn’t have made
assumptions.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s not a big deal. They’ll get over it.” She smiled. “But, the
only one tending the booth is Jeff, so we should probably get back before he
messes everything up. He never seems to pay attention to what he’s doing.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren knew perfectly well where Jeff’s attention would be focused
in her presence, but he had enough respect for Rezo’s—his—friend not to say
anything. <i> <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Marikit approached the door but stopped when her hand was on the
knob. She turned to look at Oren.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“One other thing, I don’t care if you date. I just wanted Rezo’s
help and it was the only leverage I had. You guys can continue to help if you
want, I’d appreciate it, but you have my blessing regardless.” She smiled.
“This just means I’ll graduate with higher honors that Rezo with my devotion to
school and only school.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“We’ll see about that,” Rezo said. “But thank you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Well, I’m going back to work.” She opened the door.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“We’ll come with you,” Oren said, he paused realizing he’d just
volunteered them both. He glanced at Rezo. “If that’s ok?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo let out an exaggerated sigh. “You’re my boyfriend for less
than a minute and you’re already making demands. I see how this works.” He
slipped his hand into Oren’s. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Boyfriend was, without a doubt, the most spectacular word in the
English language. Oren grinned while he searched his brain for an appropriate
way to fit it into a sentence.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That’s what boyfriends are for.” That sounded cheesier outside of
his head than it had on the inside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But Rezo didn’t seem to mind. He leaned forward to kiss him on the
cheek, before whispering into his ear. “As you wish, princ—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Finish that sentence and I will not be held responsible for my
actions.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo grinned and squeezed his hand. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">And somehow, just that small sign of affection and the new
relationship it implied, made the day more than worth it.</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12.0pt;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/p/contemporary.html">Master List of Chapters</a> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>A. K. Bantlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13213957611410246821noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050229474627955066.post-44787229030987812132012-04-14T21:52:00.000-04:002012-04-14T21:52:54.720-04:00A quick note...<span style="font-size: large;">Chapter 14 of UWT has been done for a few days, but LP is out of the country (hopefully having an absolute blast!) and I want to wait to have it beta'd before I post it. It shouldn't be too much longer though. On another note, I am almost completely done with two Supernatural fanfics (one with spanking and one without) that I plan to post very, very soon (unbeta'd since LP has never seen the show). I have also written part of a short story for the disco prompt which I hope to have finished shortly after I post the fanfic.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I am continually amazed by how awesome the readers in this genre are. The comments and emails I've gotten over the last ten months have been so encouraging. It's thrilling to know that others enjoy the strange little stories that come out of my head. Thank you for taking the time to check in on this blog.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">-AK </span>A. K. Bantlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13213957611410246821noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050229474627955066.post-13046132380060111212012-03-23T22:21:00.000-04:002012-04-24T12:10:47.164-04:00Unwholesome Things - Part 13<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>Beta by LP, all remaining mistakes are mine.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I can’t
believe he did that,” Oren said, as soon as the door to his room was closed
behind them. “<st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Norman</st1:city></st1:place>’s
always conspiring against me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Conspiring
with whom?” Rezo asked. “Hector?” He glanced over his shoulder at Oren, his
expression unsympathetic, before moving toward the desk.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren stayed
by the door with his hand on the knob, unwilling to commit to being fully in
the room before he had to.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Fine, ‘conspiring’
isn’t the right word, but still, he’s always trying to find ways to make my
life miserable.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“As paranoid
as you are, it’s amazing that you’re comfortable accusing others, like your
mother, of having conspiracy theories.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I am not
paranoid.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So you’re
saying <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Norman</st1:city></st1:place>
rescued your hair brush from the trash, cleaned it, held onto it for months,
and then gave it to me tonight just so I could paddle you with it…” Rezo titled
his head to look at him, “on purpose?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
disliked Rezo’s use of the word “paddle.” Of course, he’d assumed that was what
was going to happen, but saying it just made it seem so final. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Obviously
he did it on purpose,” Oren said. “He never does anything any other way.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Then the next
time you throw it away, you might want to do so outside of the house.” Rezo’s
anger seemed to be lessening, but with the brush in his hand, he wasn’t any
less threatening.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’ll be
sure to do that.” Oren folded his arms across his chest. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo took
Oren’s chair and placed it facing away from the desk. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren did his
best to repress the tremble that tore its way down his spine. So it was going
to be that kind of spanking. Of all the positions he’d been in, this was the
worst. The blood would flood to his head, while his knees and elbows banged
against the wooden chair legs. The sheer awkwardness of it reminded him that he
was too big and too old to be getting a spanking in the first place.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Sit down,”
Rezo said, gesturing toward the seat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren did so
immediately. Sitting was an excellent defensive position for his posterior. </span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You need more chairs in here,” Rezo said, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.</span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: large;">Oren made a mental note not to change that; he preferred it if Rezo spent as much time on his bed as possible</span><span style="font-size: large;">.</span></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo gave
him a stern look. He inhaled slowly, as if gathering air for a lengthy session
of upbraiding.</span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ok, I went
too far,” Oren said, before the lecture could begin. It was possible an early
concession would earn him leniency, or at the very least reduce the amount of
criticism he was forced to sit through.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo didn’t
respond immediately. He seemed deep in thought as he absently tapped the back
of the hairbrush against the palm of his hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The sound
and the motion sent Oren into a tumble of emotions. Just the sight of a wooden
brush had always been an instant path to arousal. Although, now that he knew
how much being spanked with it hurt, he realized what a completely unreasonable
fetish that was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So what do
you think the consequences should be for what you did?” Rezo asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Is nothing
an option?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oren.” Rezo
tightened his grip on the brush.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That was a
joke, I swear,” Oren amended quickly. “But that’s an odd thing to ask the
person in trouble, don’t you think?” Otherwise he might suggest he work it off
by giving Rezo a backrub. Or a full body massage. <i>With oil</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Somewhere, a
tiny little voice whispered to him not to say that last part out loud, proving
that, despite evidence to the contrary, he did have a functioning survival
instinct. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ever since
I stopped disciplining you, your behavior has gotten much, much worse.” Rezo
paused as if to allow Oren an opportunity to disagree. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">And he
couldn’t, not really, so he dropped his gaze to his hands and waited for Rezo
to continue. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I can only think
of two explanations. Either you’re the type of individual that actually does
benefit from corporal punishment, or…” Rezo paused. “You actually want me to
spank you.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“There are
more than two explanations.” Oren’s voice was nearly a whisper. He silently
swore that he would never look up again, lest Rezo read too much in his eyes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Such as?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I don’t
know.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Do you want
me to spank you?” The low rumble of Rezo’s voice seemed to send vibrations
across Oren’s skin. It was almost enough to make him say the wrong answer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No.” Even
Oren could hear the uncertainty in his voice, which was better at least than
blatantly displaying his growing arousal. But not by much. What the hell was
wrong with him? Did he like being terrified? <span style="color: #4f81bd;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oren…?”
Rezo slapped the brush against his palm. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren winced. “I don’t get off on it, if that’s what you’re asking.” He
shifted uncomfortably in his chair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">They were both silent. Oren could feel Rezo’s eyes on him, hot and
demanding. Any moment Rezo’s internal lie detector was going to go off, or Oren was
going to melt and admit something against his better judgment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo broke the silence first. “What
happened to all the implements you had?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Implements?” Oren frowned at him,
thrown by the change in topic. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“All the paddles and things you had
all over your floor.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“They're in the closet.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Go get them.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“All of them?” Oren’s frown
deepened. What possible good could come from that request?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Yes.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
hesitated for a moment before he went to the closet. Everything was still in
the cardboard box he’d placed them in months ago. He quickly took anything not designated
for spanking out of the box, leaving everything else: the toys, restraints,
lotions and even more embarrassing things, lying on the floor. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It was
incredibly hard to return to Rezo, even with just what he had left. Dread
reduced his steps to a shuffle as he slowly made his way back. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">As soon as
he was in arm’s reach the box was taken from hands. He didn’t bother taking a
seat while he awaited Rezo’s reaction. He may as well get used to it; if Rezo
decided to put any one of half the things in that box to use on him, he might
not be sitting down again for months. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I remember
there being more than this.” Rezo’s look was accusing. “What did you take out
of the box?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Nothing
related to spanking.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo took a
moment to consider that. “So these are all the spanking implements you own?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
repressed a groan. Why did Rezo have to ask such direct questions?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Mostly.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Go get <i>all</i> of them,” Rezo said, his voice
stern.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">His heart
reduced to a lump in his stomach, Oren went to retrieve the last two items from
the back of his closet: a rattan cane imported from <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">Malaysia</st1:country-region></st1:place>, and a paddle large enough
to be used for actual rowing—if it wasn’t for all those pesky holes drilled
into it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren laid
them on the bed beside the box.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I can see why you left these
behind.” Rezo picked up the paddle to give it an experimental swing. “This
would cause a lot of damage.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’ve never
actually used any of them. I just bought them out of curiosity.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Is your
curiosity sated?” Before Oren could even begin to figure out how to answer
that, he continued. “This is quite the assortment for someone who doesn’t
fantasize about being punished. You’ve got a slipper, a wooden spoon, a
shoehorn, a…what’s this one?” Rezo held out something thin and flat with a
wooden handle. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“A ferule.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“A ferule,”
Rezo repeated. He nodded slowly, even though it was clear he still had no idea
what it was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Why are you
bringing this up now?” Oren asked. “It’s not like you haven’t known about this
stuff for months.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You’re
right. We should have discussed this a long time ago.” Rezo set the paddle down
on the floor, leaning it against the side of the bed. He picked up a razor
strop and folded it over like a belt. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> “It was just a fantasy,” Oren said, forcing
himself to look away. His cheeks were burning hotter by the second. If Rezo
didn’t stop inappropriately fondling all his private things, Oren was going to
insist he privately fondle something a lot more inappropriate. “Besides, you
demonstrated that I don’t actually like it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo’s
expression became thoughtful, as if he believed Oren’s explanation was
valid. Oren sensed that would have been
the end of it. But for some reason that he would never understand, he continued
talking.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Or at
least, I don’t like it the way you do it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“And how do
I do it?” Rezo’s genuine curiosity made Oren want to cram his words back in his
mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Well, for
one thing…” He gathered his courage. “You do it too hard.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
snorted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“And I don’t
have any control over when or how it’s done.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s
supposed to be a deterrent, not foreplay.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I know the
difference.” Oren’s voice was harsher than he’d intended. He looked up to check
Rezo’s reaction. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo was
smiling at his irritation as if he found it endearing. Oren took a breath,
preventing himself from saying something even though it was sorely deserved.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So, when I
do it as a deterrent, does it help you?” Rezo said as if he really wanted to
know and didn’t in any way think the question was as crazy as it sounded. “Is
that something you want?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It was a
long time before Oren could find the words to answer. He knew what he didn’t
want. He didn’t want to be told what to do. He didn’t want someone else
deciding on the when, where, and how of his punishments. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">What he did
want was harder to explain. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I don’t
know.” Oren sat down on the edge of the bed, his body angled away from Rezo.
“Maybe.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Do you want
to go back to me helping guide your behavior?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I think
so.” Oren buried his face in his hands. His heart was pounding for so many
reasons he couldn’t even begin to untangle them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You do realize that your recent
behavior will get you paddled?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“With which
one?” Oren’s voice was muffled by his hands.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Do you even
have to ask?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“The brush?”
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He felt an
arm wrap around his shoulder. Rezo tipped him against his side.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’ll be
all right. We’ll get everything straightened out.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren heard
himself make some sort of noise far beyond his abilities to attribute to any
particular emotion. Rezo, however, seemed to take it as a form of consent. The
bed creaked as he stood, leaving Oren alone on the mattress.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren looked
up to watch as Rezo began to clear everything—except the hair brush—from the
bed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Just so you
know,” Rezo said. “There are only a few of these I would ever use on you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m so
relieved,” Oren said, unable to project even false appreciation for a statement
like that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Smart ass.”
Rezo shook his head, but Oren thought he saw a slight smile before he masked
it. “Let’s get this over with. Lie down on your stomach, over the edge of the
bed.” Rezo retrieved the hair brush. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">While Oren
agreed that he probably did deserve this; the prospect of an all-out paddling
was daunting. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I know I
did a lot of things I probably shouldn’t have tonight,” Oren said, standing up
and starting a slow retreat from the bed. “But since this arrangement is new,
why don’t you not use that,” Oren made a motion at the dreaded object. “Just this
one time?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo shook
his head and held out the hand that was empty. Oren made no move to take it—he
recognized it for the trap it was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Come on,
you’re very effective without that.” Oren knew he was whining but right now
that was the least of his worries. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“One,” Rezo
said, his voice too calm for what was about to happen. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Damn it.
Once the counting started Oren had drastically less time to plead his case.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Rezo…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Two. You
don't want me to come get you.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Or what?”
Oren flung his arms up toward the ceiling. “You'll spank me?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Time’s up.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Wait.” Oren
took a step back. “What happened to three?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo lunged,
capturing Oren’s wrist in his firm grasp. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Instead of
pulling away like Rezo would suspect, Oren propelled himself toward him, hoping
to loosen his hold and slip away while the element of surprise was in effect.
But that wasn’t how it worked out. Rezo tugged harder than he expected and Oren
lost his balance, toppling like a lover into Rezo’s arms.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">For a long
moment in which Oren could count the beats of Rezo’s heart thumping in his
chest, smell the remnants of aftershave intermingled with sweat, neither of
them moved. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo turned
his face to look at Oren. They were so close and for a moment Oren thought he
was about to be kissed. Maybe seduction was the best way out of the situation.
He wanted him and he didn’t want to be paddled. Really, there was no down side
to that scenario.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo made a
sound reminiscent of a grunt as he slipped his hands around to the backs of
Oren’s thighs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Hold on,”
Rezo said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What?” Oren
barely managed to figure out that he meant that literally, before Rezo was
lifting him up, placing Oren’s thighs around his waist. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo took
the few needed steps and dropped Oren onto the bed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Sprawled on
his back, Oren rose up on one elbow to follow Rezo’s movements. He watched as
he undid the buttons on his shirt, revealing the white, ribbed material
beneath. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Apparently
Oren didn’t need to do the seducing. In fact, it looked like he was about to be
<i>taken</i>. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What are
you doing?” Oren asked, and even though he wanted it, his voice was shaky with
nerves, making him sound exactly like the virgin he was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Taking my
good shirt off, so I don’t rip it when I paddle you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It took Oren
a moment to remember to close his mouth. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You’re
still going to do that?” he managed to say after a moment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What did
you think I was going to do?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">That wasn’t
a question Oren was going to answer. Instead he began scrambling toward the far
side of the bed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo grabbed
his ankle and slid him back toward the edge.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Please
don’t use the brush,” Oren pleaded. “I promise I won’t do anything like that
ever again.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo undid the
button on Oren's jeans and took a seat on the bed. Before Oren could do more
than clamp his hand protectively over his already opened fly, he found himself
upended over the other man’s lap. A few swift tugs on his pants and boxers left
his backside exposed down to mid-thigh. Rezo was becoming adept at this
maneuver, which wasn’t surprising considering all the practice he got. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren quit
struggling. He was far past the point of escape. He’d never wanted to see, let
alone feel that brush again, and this time it was going to be on bare skin. He
gathered the sheets to him so he could bury his face in what little solace they
offered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">How had he
ever thought this was a good idea? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo brought
the brush down with a heavy thwack across Oren’s backside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren heard
the sound before he felt it, but then his nerves were burning, the pain
traveling deep, down to his very bones.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The second
stroke took him and he jerked. He’d forgotten what it felt like. The way it
penetrated, resonated outward more than stung. A hand spanking took a few
moments to become unbearable; with this he was there instantly.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Before Rezo had
even made a complete circuit of blows, Oren started to kick and writhe. He
gritted his teeth, resolving not to do any more begging, but knowing he would
anyway as his bottom became hotter and hotter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I don’t
want any more dinner pranks, ever again,” Rezo lectured. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I won't, I
promise.” Oren tried to block, or at least stall, the paddling with one of his
hands.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
responded by rapping him on the knuckles.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ow,” Oren
jerked his hand back. “What the hell? Can't you aim?” Oren looked back over his
shoulder to see Rezo’s eyes narrow. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“If you
don't want them to get hit, keep them out of the way.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren wished
the same rule applied to his ass.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> Rezo let the brush descend again. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren gasped.
“Rezo, I'm sorry.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">There was a
point where pain could no longer be measured on a one to ten scale. It could
only be classified as “too much.” There were no degrees of “too much” because
it was all just completely and utterly bad. This was the point where if Oren
was being tortured for information, he would have told them anything they
wanted to hear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Stop, stop,
stop, stop.” His hand flung backward, out of his control. This time Rezo took
pity on him, pinning it behind his back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I want you
to think about other people. I want you to weigh your own wants against theirs
and decide if it’s worth it to put your own needs first. You hurt your mother
badly tonight.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m sorry,
I am, please stop.” Oren’s voice was becoming thick. If Rezo didn’t quit soon
there would be tears.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You need to
apologize to her. And to Norman. The joke you played on him was mean spirited.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">At this
point Oren would have agreed to anything if it meant Rezo would stop striking his
increasingly tender skin. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Despite
forcing himself to say whatever he thought Rezo wanted to hear, the brush
continues to fall until Oren was reduced to sobs. Gone was the fantasy of manly
misty eyes or the single noble tear—he was bawling, his tears saturating the
sheet beneath him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo set the
brush down but didn’t remove Oren from his lap. One of his hands began to
massaging slow circles on Oren’s back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It was a
while before Oren felt like speaking, but eventually the state of his nose and
eyes drove him to mumble a request, his face still buried in the sheets.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What?” Rezo
asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren scraped
together the motivation to turn his head slightly. “I need a tissue.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo eased
out from under him. After a moment Oren heard him fumbling with the tissue box
on the nightstand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren rolled
carefully onto his side to accept one when Rezo offered it to him. He made a
feeble attempt to pull a sheet over his body for modesty, but found it was
stuck beneath him and gave up. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo slid
the sheet out from under him and covered his lower half with it before lying
down to face him. Oren did his best to ignore him, concentrating on wiping the
evidence of his misery from his face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He was
stunned when he felt strong fingers begin to straighten his hair. His eyes rose
to meet Rezo’s and he was startled by the tenderness he saw.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Maybe just
being friends wasn’t going to be so bad. Rezo might not be able to have a
physical relationship with him right now, but he obviously had feelings for
him. Even if he was just a combination of someone to fix and a something he
couldn’t resist, that was better than nothing. Oren wanted to be Rezo’s boyfriend,
but he’d settle for being his weakness.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Before Oren
could share his new, selfless epiphany, Rezo spoke.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I don’t think
this is going to work.” Rezo let his hand drop to his side.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren froze, his
half-cleaned face forgotten.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What isn’t
going to work?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“This.” Rezo
made a sweeping gesture that seemed to take in everything in the room and
wasn’t helpful at all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“After what
I just went through, you’re changing your mind now?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">For once Rezo
was the one having difficulty holding eye contact.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Not that,”
Rezo said, after a pause that seemed unending.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Then what?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I don’t
think I can be around you so much and not want to be more than friends.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">At first Oren
thought he meant the solution was to become “more than friends” but then the
guilt in the lines of Rezo’s body told him all he needed to know.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So that’s
it? All over some stupid promise you made when you were too young to make
reasonable decisions?” Oren wadded up the tissue and tossed it toward his desk,
not caring where it landed. “Would it really be that bad to be with me?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Maybe you
can be my motivation to graduate faster.” The smile Rezo gave him was as weak
as the offer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren clamped
his eyes shut and buried his face under the pillow. He wanted to scream. He was
glad he hadn’t revealed his new selfless outlook; Rezo didn’t deserve it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oren,
wait.” There was a pleading edge to his voice, but Oren pretended not to hear
it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Come on,
talk to me.” Rezo tried to remove the pillow but Oren held it tight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Just go
home,” he mumbled through the fabric.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo yanked
the pillow away and tossed it out of reach. Before Oren could decide which
scathing thing he wanted to say first, he was startled by the press of Rezo’s
lips to his own. His eyes flew open to see Rezo’s dark eyes staring intently back
at him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren didn’t
resist as Rezo softly planted kisses across his face, stroking away his tears
with the side of his thumb. Part of him wanted to tell him to go away and stop
toying with him, and he would have, if he wasn’t so starved for his touch.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It was a
long time before Rezo pulled away to look questioningly into Oren’s face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Not that I
didn't like that…” Oren paused to choose his words carefully. “But I think this
might qualify, just a tiny bit,” Oren held his fingers apart to demonstrate,
“as a mixed signal.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
grimaced, as if he realized that while Oren’s words were light, there was no
humor in their meaning.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m sorry,”
Rezo said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You should be.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> Rezo was silent for a long time, long enough
that Oren wasn’t sure if he was going to speak again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“If I was
your boyfriend you could kiss me whenever you wanted,” Oren said, when he
couldn’t take the silence any longer. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo looked
at him skeptically, but Oren didn’t let that deter him. He reached down and
took hold of his hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You study
while I draw all the time, I could actually be good for your school work.” Rezo
snorted at that, but he didn’t pull away when Oren slid closer until he could feel
the heat of his body against his own. “I could be very good for you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You’ll be
the death of me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren placed
Rezo’s hand on his hip. He ran his freed hand down Rezo’s chest until the tips
of his fingers grazed the catch on Rezo’s fly. Before he could be accused of
anything, he put his hand back to an innocent location on Rezo’s chest—his
thumb accidently brushing a nipple through the thin shirt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo groaned
and pressed his hips into Oren’s. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Besides,
dating me means that it’s acceptable if you have to punish me now and then—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oren.” Rezo
reached up to capture the hand that was stroking his collarbone, but it evaded
him, slipping down to rest on his thigh. And if it just happened to rub against
something warm and protruding on the way down, it wasn’t its fault that Rezo’s
body was so insistent about its need for attention.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“—to keep me
in line. And I might even behave better—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oren,” Rezo
said, louder. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“—if I know
it would bring me approval and maybe a reward or two from my—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo clamped
his hand over Oren’s mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oren,
listen to me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren nodded,
but Rezo didn’t release him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I know that
you don’t deserve anything less than a real relationship, and I know that you’d
be good for me.” Rezo moved his palm away from Oren’s mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Then what’s
the problem?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Hush, give
me a second to think.” Rezo leaned his forehead against Oren’s. He took Oren’s
hand, the one that had been tormenting him, and brought it up to his mouth,
giving it a soft kiss. “And stop touching me and making everything all
confusing.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But that’s
what I do best,” Oren forced a smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo smiled
back and it was just as stifled. He let out a long sigh.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I want to
talk to the person I made the promise to first, before I make a commitment to
you,” he said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It took Oren
a moment to process the meaning of Rezo’s words.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Really?”
Oren knew he sounded like a twelve year old getting asked to a dance, but he
didn’t care. “When will you talk to him?” Oren hoped it was Jeff, because Jeff
would be fine with it. Sure he’d mock them, call them Orzo, or Roozo or
Rezalumps and Oozles, but he’d still accept it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Her, not
him, and as soon as I can.” Rezo kissed his other hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Her?” Oren
tensed. “Please tell me it’s not Marikit?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It is…”Rezo
looked confused and Oren would have snatched his hand back if it didn’t feel so
wonderful. Which was ridiculous since it was only his hand; he was apparently
even more hard up than he’d thought. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What’s so
bad about Marikit?” Rezo asked, oblivious to Oren’s inner battle.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“She doesn't
like me.” And she would never be ok with this because she wanted Rezo for
herself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Don’t be
stupid, of course she likes you. At least as much as she can from the few
minutes she talked to you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What if she
says no?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“She won't.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But what if
she does?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oren, stop
freaking out over something that hasn’t even happened yet.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I'm not
freaking out.” Oren glared at him. He hated being accused of that. He did not
freak out.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I've got to
go. I should be able to talk to her tomorrow and then I'll call you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Can't you
call her tonight?” Oren said, as he watched Rezo climb off the bed to retrieve
his shirt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“There’s no
rush.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“There’s no
reason to wait either.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo gave
him a look then went back to buttoning up his shirt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Are your
parents going to be upset that I was alone with you in your room?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“They won’t
know.” Oren sighed, grudgingly accepting Rezo’s change of subject. “They
learned years ago not to come to my room without calling on the intercom or
phone first.” He smirked. “They dislike surprises.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo rolled
his eyes. “I’m not even going to ask.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">His shirt
was buttoned and Rezo was ready to leave. Oren, however, wasn’t ready for him
to go. It was impossible to believe that the moment he was out of sight he
wouldn’t change his mind and call it off again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo must
have sensed something because he stopped in front of Oren before he left. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No matter
what happens, it’ll be ok,” Rezo whispered as he bent down to press warm lips
to Oren’s mouth. “I don’t make commitments lightly.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It was
difficult to stay worried when Rezo kissed him like that, and Oren leaned into
it eagerly. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">When Rezo
straightened up again, it was all Oren could do not to pull him back down on
the bed with him. It was just one day. He was capable of being patient that
long.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Fine,” Oren
said. “But the longer I have to wait the more you’re going to have to make it
up to me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo smiled
but said nothing, and then he was gone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">#<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Later that
night, when Oren was alone in his room, he ran his fingers over the smooth wood
of the hair brush and slowly compressed the bristles. As far as he knew it had
never actually been used to comb anyone's hair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He really
didn’t know what to do with it. Its history was a mix of bad and good. As much
pain as it brought him, it always seemed to be involved in major changes in his
relationship with Rezo. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He put it
away in one of his dresser drawers, deciding to avoid making a decision for
now. As long as Norman didn’t know where it was, he could always pretend he
threw it away if Rezo wanted to use it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">One corner
of Oren’s mouth tugged upward just the slightest bit. What a stupid thing to
feel sentimental about.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/2012/04/unwholesome-things-part-14.html">Chapter Fourteen</a></span></div>
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<br /></div>A. K. Bantlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13213957611410246821noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050229474627955066.post-66680670115293581282012-03-15T15:45:00.000-04:002014-10-08T22:10:28.684-04:00Unwholesome Things - Part 12<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
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<o:p><i><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Beta by LP (who gets extra thanks for helping me work past a bit of writer's block). All remaining mistakes are mine.</span></i></o:p></div>
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<o:p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">When Oren
returned to the table his mother had baited Rezo into a discussion about the
ethics of psychological testing. Or else there was another reason why they were
discussing prisoners, starvation, and hallucinogenic drugs.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
distributed the charms. His mother smiled at the miniature sitar and gave him a
brief thank you before returning to the conversation. His father accepted his
without looking at it, setting it beside his water glass. Oren knew better than
to expect him to use it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Last was
Rezo. Oren hesitated before giving him the charm. The pumpkin had seemed a lot
funnier in the kitchen. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren sat
down without offering it to him. He would pretend he forgot it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Don’t I get
one?” Rezo asked, when a break in conversation allowed him to do so politely.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Um, yeah.”
Oren cringed at the words leaving his mouth. So much for his attempt at
deception. “But you probably don’t want it. I mean, everyone else has them so
you don’t really need one.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo quirked
an eyebrow. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren didn’t
blame him; he knew he sounded impaired.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’ll take
it anyway,” Rezo said, holding out his hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">With a
repressed sigh Oren handed it over. In Rezo’s palm the soft, harvest
orange was illuminated to neon proportions.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“A pumpkin,
huh?” Rezo’s voice was teasing, but not cruel.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Dammit, all
the fanfare he’d created by not just handing it over made him feel like he was
offering a promise ring instead of a wine charm. He snatched up his glass to
take a long sip, hoping the coolness of the water would somehow migrate to the
warmth in his cheeks. He would never recover if his parents realized his
crush. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He jumped
when a hand patted him on the shoulder, spilling droplets of water on his
shirt. Rezo’s look was sympathetic, which was <i>not</i> the reaction Oren had been going for.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Why, just
once, couldn’t he think something through before he acted on it?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">His thoughts
were interrupted by a series of coughs. He looked up to see Rezo with his hand
over his mouth, reaching in vain for his empty glass.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Norman
hastily moved to refill Rezo’s glass, as if anyone running out of water
reflected badly on his performance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Despite the
coughing, Rezo managed to hold out his glass to make it easier for <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Norman</st1:city></st1:place> to refill. He even
choked out a raspy thank you before taking a sip of the much needed water.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Instead of
pouring water for Oren next—even though he was standing right beside him—Norman
moved in the opposite direction toward Oren’s father. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">This was the
chance Oren needed. It was time to get his mind off of Rezo and back onto his
plan.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Norman,”
Oren said, holding up his half-full glass. “Forgetting something?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Norman
hesitated, whatever response he wanted to make stilled by the presence of his
employers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">When Norman
was within range, Oren sat his was water back down at the top of his plate so
Norman would have to lean over him to refill it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">A slight
tensing of his jaw was the only sign of Norman’s irritation. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">And while
Oren liked aggravating Norman, that wasn’t why he’d chosen to set his glass where
he had. It was because he needed to get him closer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren waited
until Norman was engrossed in his task before hastily pinning the charm onto
his jacket lapel. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He leaned
back just as <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Norman</st1:city></st1:place>
straightened to a stand. Adrenaline flooded his system, and he glanced around to
see if he had been noticed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo was
looking at him, his expression puzzled. Oren’s heart jolted before fluttering
to a stop. He was doomed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oren always
hates it when I tell that story,” his mother said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">What story?
Oren had been too preoccupied executing his revenge to keep up with the
conversation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo’s look
of confusion faded into one of sympathy. He patted Oren’s hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Really
spicy food makes me sick sometimes as well. You should be grateful that unlike
me, you outgrew it.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">This time
Oren was grateful that Rezo had misattributed the source of his trepidation. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He was the <i>king</i> of stealth. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Norman</st1:city></st1:place> added a drop of water to Oren’s father’s
glass, even though it was obviously untouched. Conversely his alcoholic
beverage had been sucked dry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Would you
like another, sir?” <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Norman</st1:city></st1:place>
asked. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He was
answered with a slight nod.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The last
glass <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Norman</st1:city></st1:place>
filled was Oren’s mother’s. As always, <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Norman</st1:city></st1:place>
gave as wide a berth as possible to Hector.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Only this
time, it didn’t work. Hector began bobbing his head up and down, his attention
focused on <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Norman</st1:city></st1:place>.
<st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Norman</st1:city></st1:place>’s hand
shook as he attempted to hold the pitcher as steady as possible. He jumped a
little as Hector squawked, barely managing not to create a mess.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">This was
going to be good. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Hector
gathered himself for the hybrid of a leap and a glide that was all his clipped
wings would allow. <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Norman</st1:city></st1:place>
knew it coming. He jerked to a stand. His eyes widened in alarm as he took a
step back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But it
wasn’t far enough. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Hector
landed on <st1:city w:st="on">Norman</st1:city>’s shoulder, battering his wings
against <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Norman</st1:city></st1:place>’s
face as he fought to get the charm in his beak. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Norman</st1:city></st1:place> gasped. His hands released the
pitcher as they rose to shield his face. The sound of the crash echoed above
the music, glass shards and ice scattered to rest indeterminable on the marble
floor.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Hector, no!”
Oren’s mother stretched her arm futilely toward her pet. The sound of wood
clattered against stone where her chair fell unnoticed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren’s
father continued to lift forkfuls of curry from plate to mouth as if nothing was happening—or
at least nothing that didn’t happen with some frequency.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo stood,
reaching toward <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Norman</st1:city></st1:place>
and the bird before he let his hand drop. He looked across the table and back
to <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Norman</st1:city></st1:place>. His
brow drew together into a deep frown.
Parrot attacks were apparently outside of his expertise. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Clipped
wings had never stopped Hector completely from flying, although they did
significantly limit his ability to steer. When it became apparent the charm
wasn’t going to come loose before he was captured he aborted the attempt and
flew back to his perch.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">At least he
tried to. Three pounds of macaw crashed onto the center of the table. Oren’s
mother’s favorite <st1:place w:st="on">Om</st1:place> table cloth slid under
the impact, sending a plate of chana saag into his father’s lap. His hands rose
up from his sides, as if he was about to take flight himself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
couldn’t help it, he laughed. He’d only planned to get back at <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Norman</st1:city></st1:place>, but this was
turning out so much better. He ignored the dirty look Rezo gave him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oh, Hector,
no.” His mother’s voice morphed into a wail. “You know better than to get on
the table.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Hector was flapping
his wings and stamping his feet through the dishes. Oren couldn’t tell if he
was having a good time or was upset by the food sticking to his feet. Whatever
his motivation the result was messy and loud. His mother flitted around the
table, trying to grab at him as he evaded any attempt at capture.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
snatched up glasses and plates out of the path of parrot-onslaught. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren didn’t
get up to help; he couldn’t have even if he’d wanted to. It was all he could do
not to fall out of his chair as he sniggered and snorted and made sounds
unattractively close to a cackle. The racket he was making seemed to agitate Hector
all the more. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Norman
twisted his jacket around to see what Hector had gone after. He unclipped the
safety pin to get a closer look at what was dangling from it. He frowned, eyes
fixated on the hypnotic sway of the sparkling charm. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">His gaze slowly
shifted to Oren, like a basilisk turning its victim to stone. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Never before
had <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Norman</st1:city></st1:place>
looked at Oren the way he did in that moment. Oren took a sip of his water as
an excuse to hide. He was suddenly very grateful that there were witnesses present.<b><o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Hector
knocked over a candle just as Oren’s mother wrapped her hands around him. She
blew out the flame before it managed to do more than scorch the table cloth; a
splatter of wax adding to the wreckage in his wake. Hector beat his wings as
she worked to subdue him, feathers smearing curry wherever they brushed her
clothes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Norman</st1:city></st1:place> hesitated, uncertain which mess to
attend to first. Finally he moved toward Oren’s father to assist with the
removal of rice and saag from his lap.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“This is
exactly why it’s a bad idea to let Hector eat with us,” Oren said. Finally
everyone would understand his point.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">His mother,
however, ignored him, turning her attention to Rezo.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I apologize,
Rezo, for how this evening went. I hope you were able to enjoy at least some of
your dinner. We will have to make it up to you sometime.” Oren was surprised by
how uneven her tone was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Hector
flapped his wings, greatly increasing the range of the splatter of sauces and
spice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s fine,
really. These things happen,” Rezo said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<i><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Did they?<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Excuse me,
I need to give Hector a bath. I don’t want the spices to irritate his skin.”
She left quickly, her eyes bright.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren’s
father nodded in Rezo’s direction before leaving the room. Instead of following
him, <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Norman</st1:city></st1:place> headed
in the opposite direction, presumably toward the utility closet and a mop. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The mood was
starting to get to Oren, to gnaw at his conscience—which was ridiculous. It was
just a prank. It wasn’t his fault Hector was out of control.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Maybe some
humor would lighten things up. Oren turned to Rezo, preparing a joke comparing
his mother to an evil overlord and Hector as her minion, but the words died on
his lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo’s expression
was anything but encouraging.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That was
cruel,” Rezo said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What was?”
Oren picked up his napkin to dab at the mess on the table closest to him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Doing <i>everything</i> in your power to sabotage
your mother’s dinner party.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I didn’t…”
Oren rubbed the cloth of the napkin between his fingers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You pinned something on Norman,
didn’t you? Something you knew the bird would go after?” Rezo began to clean up
the area in front of him with his own napkin, his motions curt and jerky.
“That’s why your mom asked about earrings and things that sparkled.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I didn’t pin anything on him, but
maybe a wine charm got on him by accident.” It was apparent Rezo wasn’t falling
for it, but Oren continued to speak as if by adding more words he would somehow
increase the possibility of success. “Maybe one was stuck to my clothes and
then it somehow got on Norman. Maybe when he poured my water?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Do you expect me to believe that?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I was hoping you would.” Oren
forced a smile. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
narrowed his eyes. “Then there was the cologne and your comments about not
wanting the bird at the table.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I told you
the cologne was an accident.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You never
wear cologne.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ever think
maybe I wanted to impress you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo rolled
his eyes. “You know better than to try that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Why?” Oren
narrowed his own eyes. “Because it’s impossible for me to impress you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oren.” Rezo
closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if it took all of his focus to keep
it slow and steady. “Don’t evade the issue.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“And what
issue is that?” Oren crossed his arms in defiance. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That you
were really cruel to your mother.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I wasn’t
trying to upset her.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Well, you
did.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s her
own fault.” Oren knew his voice was far too loud now but he didn’t care. “If
she acted like a normal mom, the kind who doesn’t dress in theme, or babble
about commercials and conspiracy theories this never would have happened. She
doesn’t care at all about how much she embarrasses me, she only thinks about
herself. Then there’s my dad and the music, it’s so pretentious. And because he
plays the same things over and over I’ve learned to associate songs with food. Do
you know I can’t hear Carmina Burana without becoming hungry? I’m like Pavlov’s
damn dog.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Parents are
supposed to be embarrassing. It’s payback for what we put them through when we
were kids.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“She brought
a <i>parrot</i> to dinner.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“A lot of people
have annoying dogs or cats that beg at the table. It’s the same thing.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s not—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“She didn’t
deserve to have her evening ruined like that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I wasn’t
trying to ruin anything. I just didn’t want Hector there. He throws seeds and
he’s loud and then Norman practically forced me to retaliate—you saw what he
did to me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo raised
an eyebrow at that, as if he hadn’t witnessed the gauntlet <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Norman</st1:city></st1:place> had thrown down in the form of a moist
towel.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“And somehow
that justified ruining dinner for everyone?” Rezo said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren glared
at him. “Because everything is always my fault?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oren.” Rezo
raised his hands in front of him as if he wanted to wrap them around some
cylindrical object and squeeze. “Do you know what you need?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Your
undying affection?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo’s mouth
opened for an instant before he snapped it shut. “Oh, you’re going to get <i>something</i> from me all right.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren started
to ask Rezo what he meant but he was cut off before he had the chance. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“We’re going
to your room.” Rezo placed his napkin over his plate with an air of finality.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You have no
idea how much I’ve wanted to drag you up there ever since I saw you walk into
the bar the other night.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren’s
circulation began to distribute heat to one very specific part of his anatomy. Rezo
had no idea how incredibly hot he looked when he said things like that. Of
course, that didn’t mean Oren actually wanted the consequences of that threat,
especially not when Rezo was this angry. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo stood
and slid his chair back under the table.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It took Oren
a moment before he could get his jumbled thoughts down to his mouth. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But I
thought you said…?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I was
wrong.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo reached
for him, presumably to pull him from his seat. Oren stood up, preferring to
move under his own volition while he still had the chance. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Before Oren
could decide what to do next, he was interrupted by <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Norman</st1:city></st1:place>’s return.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Sir, Mr.
Diaz.” <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Norman</st1:city></st1:place>
nodded at each of them in turn. “I apologize for not returning this to you
sooner, but I wanted to make sure it was adequately sanitized.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
frowned. <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Norman</st1:city></st1:place>
was holding whatever it was in such a way that made it difficult to see, but it
definitely wasn’t the mop.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It somehow
managed to fall into the trash compressor a few months ago. I believe it was
the night Mr. Diaz first came to visit.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The contents
of Oren’s stomach were suddenly comprised of icicles and snowflakes instead of
Kofta and Chutney. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Why don’t
you give it to me later?” Oren glanced at Rezo and was relieved to see he
hadn’t realized what the object they were talking about was. “I’m busy right
now.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I apologize
for the interruption.” Norman turned his wrist to reveal the object,
brandishing the heavy wooden hair brush like a wand, magically transforming the
next moment into one considerably more awkward. “I can leave it elsewhere if
you don’t want to take it now.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I threw it
away on purpose, it’s old. <i>Please</i>,”
Oren hoped the word would have an impact on <st1:city w:st="on">Norman</st1:city>
due to its scarcity, “throw it away for me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I could
give it to charity,” <st1:city w:st="on">Norman</st1:city> said, looking at it
with speculation that, due to the circumstances, seemed not only calculating
but cruel. “It still has plenty of use left in it.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’ll take
it,” Rezo said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>No, no, no.</i>
“Your hair is too short,” Oren said. “Let <st1:city w:st="on">Norman</st1:city>
donate it to someone that will actually use it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oh, it’s
going to be used.” Rezo gave Oren a look that made all the hairs on his body
rise.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The look in <st1:city w:st="on">Norman</st1:city>’s eyes during the exchange made Oren want to punch
him. Next time he would sick something worse than a parrot on him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren watched
as <st1:city w:st="on">Norman</st1:city> handed the brush to Rezo, sealing his
fate.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Call me if
you need anything else, sir. I am always happy to make sure you get what you <i>need</i>.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The emphasis
<st1:city w:st="on">Norman</st1:city> placed on the last word was entirely
unnecessary.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren felt
Rezo’s hand on his shoulder. “Let’s go.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Let’s not.”
Oren knew he was whining, but he couldn’t help it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo ignored
him, his fingers gripping him tight as he hauled Oren toward his bedroom. <o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/2012/03/unwholesome-things-part-13_23.html">Chapter Thirteen</a></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/p/contemporary.html">Master List of Chapters</a></span></div>
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A. K. Bantlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13213957611410246821noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050229474627955066.post-54352049898107801922012-02-03T21:13:00.000-05:002014-10-08T21:44:15.204-04:00Unwholesome Things - Part 11<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Beta by LP, all remaining mistakes
are mine.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
was waiting by the door when Rezo knocked, wanting to reach it before anyone
else. Rezo was five minutes early and dressed in even nicer clothes than the
ones he’d worn earlier.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Hi,”
Rezo said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Hi.”
Oren took a step back to let him pass, but it wasn’t quite far enough.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
moved into the doorway, the crisp fabric of his shirt brushing against Oren’s
arm. He could see the hard outline of his body through his clothes. Feel the
heat of his skin. Rezo stood still, his face inches away while his dark eyes
looked into Oren’s.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">They
were going to kiss. He could feel it. Oren leaned forward to close the small
distance between them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So,
are you going to let me in?” Rezo asked. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
froze. His eyes widened when he realized how wrong and <i>obvious</i> his intentions were. He stepped back, nearly stumbling as
he felt the blush creep into his face. He was such a dork. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You’re
wearing cologne,” Rezo said as he walked past him. “A lot of it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oh,
yeah, I uh…” Oren racked his brain for an excuse that might salvage some of his
dignity. “I accidentally spilled the bottle and got too much on myself.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“If
you were trying to impress me, I—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m
not wearing it for you.” Oren smiled. “It’s for Hector.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Hector?”
Rezo raised an eyebrow.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Jealous?”
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
rolled his eyes. “Is that what you’re trying to accomplish?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Depends,
is it working?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Not
with a guy named Hector.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
snorted. “I don’t know, he's got a way with words.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
shook his head. “So where do we go?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Follow
me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="center" class="Standard" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">#<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The
dining room had high ceilings and minimalist décor. Oren had never liked it.
All the white, grey and black made it seem impersonal and empty. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren’s
gaze was drawn to one chair in particular. It had been modified to have no
back, only a single horizontal bar across the top and a tray attached to the
seat. He hoped what he was looking for wouldn’t be there, at least not yet. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It
was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He
turned to watch Rezo’s reaction when he spotted it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It
that a parrot?” Rezo asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Unfortunately.”
Oren paused for effect. “A hyacinth macaw.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ah.”
Rezo’s brow wrinkled in puzzlement as he stared at it, as if he was having
difficulty coming up with a logical reason for it to be there but failing. Oren
knew how he felt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Hello,
hello,” came a singsong voice from behind them. Oren forced a false smile on
his face as he turned around to face his mother.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">She
was wearing a multicolored wrap around skirt, a matching long sleeve shirt and
a sari. The vivid hues washed out her pale complexion and ashen hair. She had a
red dot on the center of her forehead. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oh
my god, why are you wearing that?” The words slipped from Oren before he was
aware he’d thought them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ori-kins,
we’re having Indian cuisine tonight and I felt like dressing in theme.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You
don’t have to do that,” Oren said through gritted teeth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">She
made a face somewhere in between a frown and a pout.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Hello,
Mrs. Gilby,” Rezo said, interrupting the argument before it could escalate. “My
name is Rezalino Diaz, I’m pleased to meet you.” He held out his hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">His
mother broke into a wide smile and pushed passed Oren.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Just
Victoria, Mrs. Gilby is my mother-in-law.” She clasped Rezo’s hand between both
of hers in a weird gesture that wasn’t a handshake or an offer to have her hand
kissed. She was chronically incapable of doing anything the normal way. “Now,
Raz—no, Rez…?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">So
she couldn’t even pronounce his name. Wonderful.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Rezo
is fine.” He smiled as if he didn’t find it offensive in the least.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Rezo,
what a marvelous nickname. It’s so…” She tilted her head back as she searched
for the right word. If she chose something like “exotic” Oren was going to gag
her right then and there. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Strong.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
wasn’t sure that was better. It sounded vaguely flirtatious. Which was bad
enough coming from a woman her age, but that she was doing it to his
boyfriend-to-be made it absolutely intolerable. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Now
Rezo,” she continued. “I have a very important question for you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ok.”
Rezo didn’t look nearly as apprehensive as Oren thought he should be. Of
course, he didn’t know his mother that well yet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Do
you have any earrings?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No.”
If Rezo was startled by the question he hid it well. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">She
reached out to turn his head from side to side as if only by checking herself
could she be assured of the truth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That’s
wonderful.” She beamed at him. “Any other body piercings?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<i><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Mother.” <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Don’t
be so dramatic Ori-kins. I’m just making sure we don’t have another incident.”
She turned her attention back to Rezo, giving him a solemn nod. “It’s for your
own safety.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo's mouth was slightly open as he looked at Oren. It would have been funny seeing
Mr. Unflappable officially flapped, if only he wasn’t so mortified. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I,
uh, don’t have any piercings.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“See
Kins? Everything will be just fine. Now let’s all take our seats. Your father
will be here in a moment.” She frowned as if something occurred to her.
“Actually, please excuse me while I check on his progress.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
took a seat at the table, making sure he was in between Rezo and the bird. Ordinarily
he tried to sit as far away as possible from it, but if it started flinging
seeds he wanted to be able to shield Rezo from the worst of it. He did have
some sense of chivalry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Why
does she call you ‘Kins’?” Rezo whispered, even though she was already gone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s
her latest nickname for me. She never sticks with anything though, so it won’t
last.” He hoped.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What
does it mean?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He
knew better than to answer that. But there was something about Rezo that made
him inclined to ignore his better judgment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It
short for ‘Pumpkins.’”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
laughed confirming that Oren should
have
kept its origins to himself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Enjoying
yourself?” Oren asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Yes.”
Rezo grinned. “But why pumpkins? You’re not exactly orange, or round, or—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“She
says I’m like a ghost because I never leave my room. She’s gone through a
series of Halloween themed names.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Like?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oh
come on, like what?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
just glared at him. He refused to open himself up to more ridicule just because
he was disarmed by Rezo’s smile. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m
laughing because I understand. My family runs rampant with nicknames as well.” Rezo patted Oren’s
knee in a gesture meant to be comforting.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It
did a lot more than that to Oren. He felt his resolve stiffening.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Tell
me one of yours and I’ll tell you another of mine,” Oren said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Hm.”
Rezo paused to think. “They’re all so bad.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Worse
than Pumpkins?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Yes.
Much.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Tell
me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ok,
when I was really little, my mom noticed—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oh
good,” Oren’s mother said as she returned to the room, forever preventing Oren
from finding out what Rezo was about to reveal. “I’m glad to see you’re making
an effort to get along with Hector.” She made a gesture at how close Oren was
sitting to the bird. “Have you introduced him to Rezo?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
smiled. “So this is who you put on cologne for?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Cologne!”
She gasped. “You—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
didn’t put it on for Hector,” Oren said, wishing he’d resisted making that joke
to Rezo. “I spilled it and the scent is a little strong.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You
know it’s dangerous for Hector to be around fumes!” She leaned forward to sniff
at him, her nose wrinkling as if he’d doused himself in nothing less than
gasoline.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m
sorry, mother, I guess he won’t be able to eat with us tonight. I’ll ask Norman
to take him back to his room.” The faster the bird was out of here the better.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“His
room?” Rezo echoed, as if that was the oddest part of the scenario.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No,
go rinse it off.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s
not going to rinse off easily. Why can’t Hector just eat in another room?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Hector
is part of the family. He’s not going to be sent away like a common animal.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Mom…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What’s
going on?” Oren’s father asked, entering the room. He had opted to wear casual
business attire instead of expressing himself by dressing “in theme” or some
other eccentricity. Oren was grateful. As far as he was concerned his mother
did enough self-expression for all of them. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oren
is wearing cologne,” his mother said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Go
rinse it off.” His father turned back toward the door and frowned. “Where did
Norman go? I was about to tell him I wanted my drink now instead of with
dinner.” He grumbled to himself as he took his seat, already losing interest in
the disagreement. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oren,”
Rezo said quietly, but his tone was still firm enough to catch Oren’s interest.
“Why don’t you go rinse it off? It’ll only take a second.” There was a look in
Rezo’s eyes that suggested he had put together exactly what Oren had meant by
wearing it <i>for</i> Hector.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The
things it did to him when Rezo went all dominant on him—he was tingling in
places he didn’t want to admit existed in the presence of his parents. Of
course, just because he liked the way something was said to him, didn’t mean he
was going to do what he was told. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“A-ha!”
Oren’s father said making everyone—including Hector—jump. “I found it.” He made
a few sliding motions on whatever new device he carried that made his
workaholic lifestyle portable and Oren’s life hard. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Classical
music began to blare from the concealed speakers in the room. Oren recognized
it as Carmina Burana, the same thing his father played every time he considered
it to be a nice dinner, but not exceptionally formal. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Blake,
honey, will you turn that down, please?” his mother asked. She only used the
word “honey” when she was irritated but trying to act like she wasn’t.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Music
is meant to be heard.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Why
don’t you find a volume where we will be able to hear it, but conversation is
still possible?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“We’re
about to eat, we don’t need to talk.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“<i>Honey.</i>”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">He
twitched his mouth in a way that would have looked far more impressive if he
had a </span>mustache<span style="font-family: inherit;">. She continued to stare him down while Oren and Rezo fidgeted.
Oren imagined Rezo was regretting accepting the invitation by this point.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">His
father let out all of his breath as if he were being deflated. He averted his
eyes and turned the music down until it was only slightly too loud, but not so
much that Oren's mother would continue to protest. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Norman
reappeared, carrying a tray with a pitcher, a basket, and a drink for Oren’s
father even though he hadn’t yet been asked. He was always good at anticipating
the needs of those that paid him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Madam.”
Norman gestured at the basket. “I brought moist towels to help with the excess
cologne.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What
a brilliant idea, Norman.” His mother kept her voice loud enough to be heard
above the music. “Now no one has to leave the table.” She smiled at Oren.
“Isn’t that nice, Kins?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
rolled his eyes and snatched up one of the towels to swipe at his neck, wrists,
and down the front of his shirt. With the music playing and all eyes on him he
felt like he was giving a performance. When the music did a dramatic crescendo
he decided he’d had enough and threw the towel back into the basket. He missed.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Norman
bent to retrieve it. When his face was closest to Oren he paused. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
didn’t know what he was doing, but he didn’t like the way one side of his mouth
tugged up ever so slightly. Oren held as still at he could, like a fox in a
burrow that hopes the hound will just pass him by.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Norman
sniffed once and made an “hm” noise before turning away. To Oren’s horror, he
realized his mother had noticed the exchange.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Are
the fumes still too strong, Norman?” she asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m
sure your son did an excellent job. I thought I caught the slightest whiff, but
I’m sure I was mistaken.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Let
me see one of those.” She took a fresh cloth from the basket.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
tried to scoot away as she approached but she was too quick. She began
scrubbing his face and neck.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
can do it myself.” Oren attempted to take the towel away from her but she was
too good at evading him. Out of the corner of his eye he watched Hector bobbing
to the musical score of his humiliation. Even the damned bird was against him.
As if it knew what he’d tried to do and was celebrating its victory. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">By
the time she finished, his face was red from more from than just her
administrations. He slumped down in his seat unwilling to meet Rezo’s eyes.
Whatever attraction Rezo had for him must be quickly evaporating after watching
Oren interact with his family. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He
was going to murder Norman for this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So,
Rezo,” his mother said as if nothing remarkable had taken place. “Norman tells
me you’re studying at the university?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Yes
Mrs. Gil—Victoria, I’m a sociology major.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">She
clapped her hands startling Hector into flapped his wings. Norman jumped,
nearly spilling the water he was pouring on the table cloth. <i>Serves him right.<o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That’s
wonderful. That was my favorite subject in school.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Everything
was your favorite,” Oren’s father said in the tone of a man that expects to be
ignored. He wasn’t disappointed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What
do you think about commercials?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oh
no, not this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Mom,
I don’t think—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Don’t
interrupt, Honey-kins, it’s rude. So what do you think, Rezo?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“About
commercials?” Rezo looked lost. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Have
you noticed that women are frequently portrayed as attractive while the men
tend to be homely? Women are also shown as being more intelligent. Why do you
think that is?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ah.
Well...” For some reason Rezo appeared to be giving her question serious consideration.
“I think it reflects who the anticipated audience is. If marketing wants to
target female consumers it makes sense to show them in a positive light. Smart,
attractive women having to deal with difficult and ordinary husbands.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Hm.”
She took a sip of her water and Oren suspected it was to create time to
formulate a response. “But if they were targeting women wouldn’t there be
attractive, nearly nude men in the commercials? When they are selling a product
to men, such as,” his mother shot a pointed look at Oren, “cologne, the ads
always feature attractive women.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
leaned forward and threaded his fingers as he warmed to the topic. Leave it to
his mother to make him switch to full on nerd mode.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Maybe
that has to do with the purpose of the product. Cologne is only worn,” Rezo
glanced at Oren in a way he didn’t appreciate, “usually that is, to attract the
opposite sex. So showing it working is logical.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Maybe, but I think there’s a bias,” his mother said. “The world is still
run by men, and so there is a double standard. Men are given beautiful women to
look at, but women are not given the same courtesy.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m
sure there is a cultural element to it,” Rezo said. “Our society tends to value the physical
attributes of women more than those of men. It would be interesting to compare
a culture where male attractiveness is considered just as, or even more
important than the female’s.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Where
is that exactly?” Oren said. “Because I might need to move there.” He smirked
at Rezo’s eye roll.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">His
parent’s didn’t seem to think it was funny either. In fact, they paused to
stare at him as if what he’d said was not <i>at
all</i> related to the topic at hand, or even <i>inappropriate</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Madam,”
Norman said, because at some point he must have been trained not to let a
silence become too long or too uncomfortable. “Mr. Diaz is the one responsible
for the tidier state of the walls in your son’s room.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>Tidier state of the walls </i>was, quite
possibly, the lamest euphemism for <i>the</i> <i>disappearance
of gay, erotic art</i> Oren could imagine. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Norman
was careful to give Hector a wide berth as he set several serving dishes on the
table. Hector opened his mouth as if to bite, but not being able to reach, he settled for a hiss.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren's mother beamed. “It’s so nice to see Oren straightening up.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">His
father snorted and both Oren and his mother glared at him. He either didn’t
notice or didn’t care, instead returning his attention to his plate. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
didn’t mean it like that.” His mother glanced at Oren as if worried about his
reaction.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What?”
his father said without looking up. “It wouldn’t hurt for Rezo to introduce him
to some college girls while he’s at it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“He’ll
find a nice girl when he’s ready. There’s no reason to rush him, it could make
the phase permanent.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Would
you care for some naan, Madam?” Norman said, offering the bread bowl. She was
momentarily distracted while she selected one and Norman winked conspiringly at
Oren over the top of her head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">As
if Oren would believe for one second that Norman was on his side. The idea that
Norman thought he was that gullible made him even angrier than what his mother
had said. As if voicing his thoughts, Hector let out a series of shrill
squawks.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Not
at the table Hector, mind your manners.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Vicki,
don’t get overexcited,” Hector said in a voice that sounded exactly like Oren’s
father.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
laughed, and then looked horrified by what he’d done. “I apologize.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s
quite alright,” his mother said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Not
so hard, Blake,” Hector said in his mother’s voice. “You know I like it
softer.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
stood up, wanting to do anything to distract everyone—including himself—from
analyzing that tone of voice. Already he was beginning to suspect the bird was
privy to more than he wanted to think about.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m
going to get charms for our glasses,” Oren announced. “Norman forgot them.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“We
don’t really need them,” his mother said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“The
glasses look naked without them.” He felt himself blush at his choice of words.
<i>Stupid bird</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’s
not like they’re going to get mixed up at the table,” his father said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It’ll
just take a second. Norman’s busy so I’m being helpful. You should be proud.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Well, ok.” His mother frowned. “Just don’t bring any shiny ones.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
won’t.” It wasn’t like he hadn’t been reminded about that over and over again,
ever since they’d bought the damn parrot. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="center" class="Standard" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">#<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">In
the kitchen Oren went through the bin of wine charms. He picked out one for his
mother with a wooden sitar on it, deciding to make her happy by playing along
with her theme. He selected one at random, a snowman, for his father. For
himself he decided to forgo his usual favorite, a fat mouse with a cookie,
deeming it too childish. Instead he went with a more conservative palm tree.
For Rezo he chose a pumpkin, just to see the look on his face (and maybe as an
attempt at subliminal messaging).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">None
of them were particularly bright or shiny so they would pass the Hector test.
He wondered why his mother didn’t throw out the ones that didn’t. Like this one
of a crystal and silver snowflake. Oren held it up so that its facets sparkled
under the fluorescent light. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He’d
only gone to get the charms as an excuse to leave the room. But now that he was
here, he was struck with inspiration. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He
slipped the charm onto a safety pin from the bottom drawer, before stashing it
in his pocket.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He
did his best not to look too pleased as he went back to the table. He didn’t
want to give his plan away.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/2012/03/unwholesome-things-part-13.html">Chapter Twelve</a></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/p/contemporary.html">Master List of Chapters</a></span></div>
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A. K. Bantlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13213957611410246821noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050229474627955066.post-35403849104235951782012-01-26T21:06:00.000-05:002014-10-08T20:46:49.852-04:00Unwholesome Things - Part 10<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
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<o:p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>Beta by LP, all remaining mistakes are mine.</i> </span></o:p></div>
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<o:p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></o:p></div>
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<o:p><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
was jarred from sleep by the alarm on his phone. One hand fumbled on the
nightstand until he found it, pressing buttons until he managed to silence the
song that had sounded significantly better when he’d chosen it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He
didn’t know why he’d bothered to set one. It wasn’t like he had a reason to get
up early today. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He
was nearly back asleep when something made him sit up and take his phone from
the nightstand. After rubbing just enough sleep from his eyes to be able to
focus on the screen, he read:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="center" class="Standard" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">One received
call, Rezo 8:03 a.m.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>Received call? But he didn’t…</i> Oren was
suddenly very awake. According to the call timer it was an eleven second call. Eleven
seconds of Rezo listening while he pressed buttons and made disgruntled sleep
noises until finally disconnecting. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
had called him—for the first time ever—and he’d hung up on him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He
had to call him back. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But
first he had to make his heart stop pounding. If he called now there was a
danger it would be audible through the receiver. He spent a moment testing his
voice until he thought it sounded not only alert, but calm and indifferent.
Absolutely not like he was desperate to hear from Rezo and even more
desperately hoping he was calling to profess his endless love and desire to be
his boyfriend.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He
pressed send. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Please let him be calling to
profess his endless love and desire to be my boyfriend.<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Hi,”
Rezo answered. “I just called you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Um,
yeah, sorry I thought you were the alarm.” Oren winced at how not calm and
indifferent his voice sounded.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That
explains why you hung up on me.” Rezo’s smile could be heard in his voice. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That’s
what happens to people that can’t remember what reasonable calling hours are.”
Oren was beginning to relax. Talking on the phone wasn’t that much different
than talking in person. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
snorted. “You left your bag in my car.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What
bag?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“The
one with the clothes you wore to the bar. The ones that you threw—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oh,
those.” Oren was mortified enough by the memory; he had no desire to talk about
it. “Sorry, I forgot about them.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It's
alright, you had other things on your mind.” Somehow Rezo managed to say that
without any innuendo at all. As if what Oren had been thinking about hadn’t involved
the two of them and kissing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Which
was completely unacceptable. Just because dating wasn’t a possibility didn’t
mean there had to be an extinction of amorous banter and mixed signals. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
had a good reason to be distracted.” Oren’s voice was lower and huskier than
he’d intended. He obviously needed to spend more time on the phone with Rezo so
he could practice his verbal flirtation techniques.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">There
was a pause. Oren chose to believe it was because Rezo was overcome with
longing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Anyway,”
Rezo said. “My mom washed them, so they’re clean and folded. Do you want to go
to the park after class, so I can give them to you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
forced himself to take a breath before he answered. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Yeah,
sure, that’d be great.” The words came out in a gush. At some point he had to
learn some self-control.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ok,
I'll be there at five, unless…?” Rezo stopped as if uncertain if he should
finish the question. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Unless
what?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Did
you want me to meet you at your house? I know you wanted to walk by yourself
the one time, but I don’t know if you’re still comfortable with that, or—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“My
house works.” More time with Rezo was always a good thing. Besides, he still
remembered what Jeff had said about Rezo escorting him “all chivalrous-like.”
He’d been embarrassed then, but now anything that made this seem more like a
relationship wasn’t only desirable, but strategic. Maybe he could worm his way
into the position of boyfriend without anyone noticing until it was too late.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
barely heard what Rezo said as he ended the conversation. He couldn’t stop
grinning. Rezo hadn’t made it one day without wanting to see him. This was
going to be a good day, even if it had begun at a ridiculous hour. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Too
restless to go back to sleep, he searched through his phone contacts until he
found Norman’s number. He could get used to having his cell charged and
available. Not only could he talk to Rezo, but also it was much easier to call
Norman than to page him on the intercom while he pretended not to hear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Hello, sir, you’re up early,” Norman answered. He paused as if to insinuate how
unusual that was as well as subtly pass judgment. “How can I help you?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
need something to drink.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What
kind of beverage would you like, sir?” Norman sounded less than enthusiastic.
He was remarkably lazy for a servant, as if he had forgotten the “to serve”
part of the arrangement.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“The
kind with caffeine.” Oren could visualize him flinching. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Of
course, sir, anything else?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Um…”
He dragged out the word to keep Norman on edge. “No, not for now. I’ll call you
if I think of anything.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
will await your call then, sir.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
was in the process of disconnecting when Norman spoke again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Did
you want any specific clothes ready for this evening, sir?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“This
evening?” Oren echoed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Yes.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
waited for Norman to elaborate. He didn’t.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
don’t know why I would. I’m just going to the park.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“My
apologies, sir, but I was referring to your other engagement.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
felt a prickling sensation on the back of his neck. He knew, with absolute
certainty, that Norman was about to say something to upset him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What
other engagement?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Your
dinner with your parents.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What?”
Oren shouted into the receiver.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Dinner
will be at seven.” Norman’s voice sounded quieter, as if the phone was being
held at a distance from his head. Even so, Oren could tell he was savoring the
experience of causing him misery.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But they’re on vacation.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m
picking them up from the airport at four. They should be home no later than
five-thirty.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“They
can’t be back.” <i>This is terrible</i>. “I
have plans.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Rezo
is invited as well. They are looking forward to meeting him.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">And that
was the last thing Oren wanted. Norman and Rezo’s acquaintance was painful
enough.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Why
didn’t you warn me about this?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
attempted to tell you as soon as they informed me, sir.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“When?”
Norman had to be lying. This wasn’t exactly the kind of thing he would forget.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Yesterday,
when you returned from your sleepover with Mr. Diaz.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Except
maybe then. He did vaguely remember Norman trying to tell him something before
he’d blown him off. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You
should have tried harder for something this important—and it wasn’t a
sleepover. I’m not eight.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Of
course you aren’t, sir.” The way he said that, as if he was only humoring him because
Oren was, in some way, only eight, made him want to reach through the phone and
throttle him. “What would you prefer I call it, sir?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Nothing,
don’t even bring it up.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“As
you wish, sir.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He
hated the way Norman conceded. It always made him feel like he was secretly
pulling one over on him. But he didn’t have time to figure out what it was, he needed
to focus on the more immediate crisis—dinner. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’m
not going.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
am simply telling you what your parents expect of you. Did you need anything
other than the beverage, of the caffeinated kind?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
hung up on him, which while satisfying, did nothing to quell his panic. There
was no way he could allow his parents and Rezo to meet. Why, whenever anything
good happened, did something awful swiftly follow? The day he and Rezo finally
became an item he’d probably walk out the front door and get hit by a meteor.
It wasn’t fair.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He
had to do something to prevent this. He had no idea what. But there was one
thing he was certain of; he wasn’t going to cancel with Rezo.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">***<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
looked surprised, but not unhappy, to see Oren waiting for him at the bus stop.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Hi,”
Rezo said, and he grinned for no explainable reason other than that he was
seeing Oren. Oren’s pulse quickened at the thought and he found himself
grinning back. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Hi,”
Oren said finally, when he remembered it was the appropriate thing to do.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
thought I was meeting you at your house?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
shrugged. “I felt like walking.” He broke eye contact just long enough to say
the lie. He didn’t want to take any chances. Rezo seemed to have a
preternaturally high ability for detecting such things.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Did
you want to drop your clothes off first?” Rezo held out a plastic grocery bag. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It
took Oren a moment to figure out how the two were related. Then he realized the
clothes were in the bag. While he could understand keeping clothes with vomit
on them in a plastic bag, it seemed strange to put clean clothes in one. But Rezo
probably had some sort of reason for doing so, and he didn’t really care enough
to ask. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No,
let’s go straight to the park,” Oren said as he accepted the bag. He didn’t
want to be at his house when his parents arrived. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Together
they walked to the picnic tables. The weather was nice which meant the park was
crowded. They eventually found an empty table and began to set their respective
art and study paraphernalia out, when Oren’s phone began emitting the same
obnoxious ring tone from this morning. He promised himself he’d change it as
soon as he was alone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He
wasn’t surprised to see Norman’s name on the screen. He silenced it and put it
back in his pocket.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Who
was that?” Rezo asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
concealed his guilt with a sly smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ah.”
Rezo smirked. “It’s either your mother or Norman. No one else calls you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Maybe
it’s a new boyfriend.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
snorted, he opened his mouth to make a retort but was interrupted when his phone
began to ring.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He
looked at it and Oren felt a sense of foreboding. He told himself he had no
logical reason to</span><span style="font-size: large;">—</span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">it was just the timing that was unsettling.</span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Hello,
Mr. Chase?” Rezo said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren froze. How did Norman have his number? It had taken
Oren months to get it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oh,
yeah, he’s right here. Did you want to talk to him?” Rezo paused to listen and
although Oren tried his best, he was unable to make out what Norman said. “No,
he didn’t mention anything to me…oh, I see.” Rezo gave Oren a look. “Well, I’ll
have to talk to Oren first, but thank you for the invitation…yeah, I’ll make
sure he goes straight home.” Rezo put his phone away before he turned to
acknowledge Oren.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He was doomed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So
that was Norman,” Rezo said as if it wasn’t already obvious. “He wanted to know
why you weren’t at the house to meet your parents.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
made plans with you before I found out they were returning. It’s not like I
won’t see them later.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You
see me all the time.” Rezo frowned. “But your parents have been gone for
months.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Well,
yeah, that’s true.” When Rezo said it, it made him sound heartless. “It’s not
like I don’t keep in contact with them, or at least my mom. Even you pointed
out that she’s one of the only people that calls me.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Norman
said I was invited, so there was no reason why you couldn’t have seen me and
them at the same time.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
didn’t have a good argument for that, but he knew better than to think Rezo
would let him drop the subject. In fact, he was giving him his “I’m going to
wait for you to explain why you didn’t choose the reasonable solution until you
actually manage to satisfy my ridiculous expectations” look. Oren did his best
not to sigh in response.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Yeah,
because having everyone in the same room would be such a great idea.” Oren
rolled his eyes in case his sarcastic tone wasn’t enough to get his point
across.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ah.”
Rezo’s expression had become unreadable. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You
really don’t want to go. It would be…” Oren took a moment to search for a
suitable word, “awkward.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So,
basically, you think it would be awkward if your parents were to meet me?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Exactly.”
Oren was amazed. For once they were on the same page. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But
instead of being content with their understanding, Rezo set his jaw in a firm
line and for a moment Oren almost thought he looked…hurt? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
don’t think I can concentrate on studying anymore.” Rezo began stuffing his
textbooks back into his backpack. His movements lacked their usual grace. He
didn’t even seem to notice when a few pages were folded back inside a cover.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Wait,
why?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
didn’t say anything, his shoulders tensed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What
did I do now?” Oren stood up. “If you’re going to be pissed at me you could at
least tell me why.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Look,
if you’re ashamed of me, that’s your problem.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What?”
Where had Rezo gotten that idea? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
stopped to look at him. “Did you expect me to be happy about it?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I—what
are you talking about?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You’re
the one that’s too ashamed to let your parents meet me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
was too stunned to speak. He took a step toward Rezo, but stopped,
uncertain how to respond to an accusation that had come out of nowhere.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That’s
not what I meant,” Oren said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
shouldered his backpack.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No,
really. I just didn’t think you’d want to meet them and that you’d be bored out
of your mind at dinner. But if you actually want to sit through an agonizing,
uncomfortable evening with my parents, then that’s fine, you’re more than welcome
to come.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
hesitated.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Seriously,
why would I be embarrassed of you? You’re the kind of guy my parents wish I
was: in college, a good student, responsible. In comparison with me, you’re
golden.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
let his backpack slide out of his fingers and back onto the table.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So,
you don’t have a problem with letting them meet me?” Rezo seemed to be having
some difficulty with the notion. It was unusual for him to be so dense.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
don’t know how many more ways I can tell you that.” Oren smiled, trying to put him at
ease. “Although I can try an interpretive dance if you think it would help.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
gave a brief laugh before his smile turned sheepish. “I guess I overreacted
then.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Just
a bit.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Sorry.”
Rezo rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’ll
think of a way for you to make it up to me.” Oren was careful to keep his tone
light. “So are you coming?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Yeah,
sure. I owe you for freaking out about it.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
repressed a sigh. “It’s at seven, but you should be there at a quarter till.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ok,
I'll just get as much done here first.” Rezo looked down at his backpack and
then back at Oren. “I guess you better go, I did promise Norman I’d send you
home.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
nodded and began to repack his art supplies. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“One
thing before you go, do I need to bring anything?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Like
what?” Oren looked up, but Rezo’s expression didn’t make what he meant any more
clear. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Food
or wine?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="Standard">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Uh,
no. We’ll order out for food. So just bring yourself.” Did he think it was a
potluck?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I’ll
see you at a quarter till, then.” Rezo smiled but he seemed distracted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
waved before he turned to walk away, careful not to let Rezo see his expression
of utter panic.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">This
was a disaster.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/2012/02/unwholesome-things-part-11.html">Chapter Eleven</a></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/p/contemporary.html">Master List of Chapters</a></span></div>
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A. K. Bantlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13213957611410246821noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050229474627955066.post-8670715420067553802011-12-23T18:08:00.001-05:002011-12-24T02:02:32.601-05:00Merry Conniptions<br />
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<o:p><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"> <i>Beta by the ever awesome LP, all remaining mistakes are entirely my fault.</i></span></o:p></div>
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<o:p><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth straightened his tie. He wanted to make a good
impression. This was the perfect opportunity to show his superior, Revelry,
that he had what it took to spread holiday cheer. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">As Mirth stepped to the front of the line he was able to
read “Myrtle” on the name tag of the woman behind the counter. Myrtle looked
especially in need of cheering, as seemed to be the case with most airline
employees.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Next,” she said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Show time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“How can I help you?” She made eye contact for the briefest
moment possible before returning her attention to the monitor. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth could barely contain his excitement. Boy, was she in
for a treat today.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Ma'am, you aren't here to help me,” he said, beaming at
her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Oddly Myrtle frowned at his words. “If you have any
criticisms about the quality of service we provide, you will need to complete
this form.” She laid a piece of paper on the counter in front of him. “Anything
else I can help you with?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Ma'am, you misunderstood. I am here to help <i>you.</i>” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Wonderful,” she said and her flat, apathetic tone did no
justice to the word at all. She punched some keys on her computer before
pointing at the sign above her station. “This is the claims desk for lost
luggage. If you've actually lost any luggage I will need you to fill out a
form.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Did you hear me ma'am?” She was old so it was possible she
had a hearing impairment. Mirth decided to speak louder, just to be safe. “I
have come to help you by showing you that it is possible for even a lowly
public servant, like yourself, to be filled with the holiday spirit.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">She blinked once. It wasn't the response he'd expected. A
jump for joy, her hands clasped in glee, the names of his team mates singing
from her tongue would have been much more appropriate. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Sir, have you lost your mind?” she said finally. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I haven't lost anything.” Mirth grinned and made a sweeping
motion at himself to demonstrate just how intact he was. “Especially not my
holiday spirit!” He waited for her to laugh at his joke. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">She didn't. She did threaten to call security. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Even the most optimistic of sentiments knows there are times
when it's best to retreat and regroup. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">After returning to the main area he stopped to scan the
passing humans. He took a moment to remind himself that just because his
assignment was off to a bad start was no reason to become disheartened. He'd
been restricted from interacting with humans ever since the episode in spring.
It was difficult to imagine, but there were times when laughter was considered
inappropriate. Particularly when done without apparent provocation. Although
why the humans would have a ritual child's egg hunt in the same building where
they mourn their dead he would never know. Human customs were always confusing
to him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"> He spotted one of his
fellow bringers of glee and good tidings, Merry, attempting to bring smiles to
the faces of humans as they rushed through the terminal. She didn't appear to
be having any success either. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Maybe the mistake was that they were working alone. Humans
had to be in decent spirits before they could produce genuine mirth. Anything
less was likely to be mere nervous laughter—a paltry substitute for the real
thing. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Good tidings and cheer, Merry,” Mirth said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Good tidings and cheer,” she replied. She smiled but it
didn't reach her eyes. It was a terrible thing to see in someone of her
constitution.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Want to work together?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“That would be wonderful.” She clasped her hands and
bounced, demonstrating appreciation in a manner far superior to Myrtle’s. “This
is harder than I thought.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“It's odd isn't it? 'Tis the season, and yet all the humans
are in awful moods. They're on their way to see their loved ones. I thought
this would be easy.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Me too, but we mustn't lose faith. Most of the humans are
so eager to get where they're going that the wait makes them disgruntled. They
are really full of love and joy, we just need to nudge them a little to make it
manifest.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">That sounded plausible and Merry was usually right. She
certainly made better marks than him at the academy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Where do you want to work first?” he asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Well, none of them stay here long enough for me to
accomplish much. Maybe some place where they hold still would be easier?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Well, they stand in lines at the baggage claims area, but I
was just there and I, uh, would prefer to wait a bit before returning. How
about the check-in area?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Oh, no!” Merry pressed her hand over her heart in an open
expression of dismay. Which was not only against regulations, but startlingly
out of character.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Well if you don't like that idea we could try—” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Not that. What is he doing here?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Who?” Mirth turned to follow her gaze. He was relieved that
it wasn't his suggestion that was at fault for her momentary lapse in behavior.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Standing next to Revelry, by the food court.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth felt a lump in his throat even before he saw who it
was. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Because he knew. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Next to Revelry was Woe, and where there was Woe there would
be Ire and…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Conniption,” Merry said, completing his thought. “Quick,
let's go before he sees you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">But it was too late. The target of their unrest turned as if
by some mysterious sense and his eyes made contact with Mirth's. He waved and
then started to approach with his ever confident stride. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“So I see the cheer squad is out on patrol as well,”
Conniption said. He graced them with a wide grin. Mirth thought his team
shouldn't be allowed to make use of such expressions. Since the manner in which
they wielded them was a perversion of the natural order. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Good tidings and cheer—oops.” Merry pretended to be
embarrassed by her use of a non-neutral greeting to a contrary sentiment, even
though all of them knew she'd done it on purpose. “Forgive me, Conniption. I
meant to say 'greetings.'” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Greetings, Merry. Greetings Mirth.” Conniption appeared
more amused than offended by her slight. Mirth felt a resonance with the
emotion despite himself. Sometimes there was a downside to his disposition that
sought the good in everything, because every once in a while it tried to find
something good about Conniption. It was bad enough that he wasn't as physically
unappealing as most of the misery-spreaders, but that he expressed joy over his
work was altogether too much. It couldn't be helped though; laughter could make
anybody more attractive.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Which was why it was imperative that Mirth get away from him
as quickly as possible. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“We are busy with our work, so we don't have time to talk,”
Mirth said, keeping his expression neutral. Unlike Merry, Mirth wasn't prone to
rubbing cheer in the faces of the willfully-cheerless. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I understand.” Conniption nodded. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Merry and Mirth quickly made their escape. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“So where are we going?” Conniption asked as his footsteps
fell into place beside them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth paused, his heart thumping at the sound of his rival's
voice. His body appeared to be confused over his goal. He reminded it firmly
that it wanted Conniption to go away. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“It would be very inefficient to work together, Conniption,”
Merry said. “Our administrations would cancel each other's out.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Conniption shrugged. “At places like this my job almost does
itself. Whatever human invented lines was a genius. But I may as well tag along
and make sure you don't undo too many of my accomplishments.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Do what makes you <i>happy</i>,” Merry said with her most <i>pleasant</i>
smile. But neither it nor her words had the usual wilting effect they would
have had on any other of Woe's underlings. Joy wasn't as repellent to
Conniption as it was to others like Sorrow, Despair or even Ire. He was one of
the grey sentiments, which meant he could go either way. Which made him all the
worse because he chose misery over cheer. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth did his best to ignore Conniption as they entered the
check-in area. There were four individual lines, all of them long enough to
reach the doors. He hoped Merry's belief that it would be easier to work
wonders with humans that stayed in one spot would outweigh Conniption’s
conviction that lines paved the road to trouble.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Merry stiffened in alarm. Her eyes focused on Mirth and she
mouthed a word he couldn't understand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><i>What?</i> he mouthed back.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">She repeated the word just as silently.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Which didn't help. Mirth quirked his eyebrows at her to help
her realize that.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">She rolled her eyes in a way that was decidedly not
cheer-inspiring. She mouthed the word slower.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Wild?” he mouthed back. It didn't come out quite as
soundlessly as he'd meant it to.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth jumped when Conniption's hand fell on his shoulder.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Merry is saying 'child' or <i>not</i> saying 'child'
rather, because she doesn't want me to notice.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Merry sucked in her bottom lip as if battling a frown. Mirth
was shocked. She was making a remarkable number of near negative expressions
today. She would end up with a reprimand if she wasn't careful.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Oh…” Mirth searched for something inspiring to say to
distract her from her dangerous emotions. “A child is a wonderful thing. They
are free and quick to express their joy and laughter.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“They are free and quick to express all of their emotions.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The way Conniption said it made Mirth pause to consider his
words. There was nothing bad about the changeable nature of a child's feelings.
Even if they succumbed to a less than pleasant one, they could return to good
cheer just as fast. He didn't know why this would matter to Conniption. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Conniption chuckled at his confusion. The rich sound of his
laughter made heat build in places on Mirth’s body that he refused to acknowledge. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Let me demonstrate,” Conniption said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“That's not necessary, we believe you,” Merry said. There
was a hint of panic in her voice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">But he'd already closed his eyes and was whispering
something they couldn't hear. After a short wait, in which Merry had stopped
breathing, he opened his eyes and gestured at the flat TV on the wall. The news
channel which had been frightening the humans with tales of economic mishaps
was promptly switched to a bright and cheerful kid's show.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The child nearest them, a little girl, as well as a little
boy a few lines over, began to laugh and clap in glee.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth smiled at Merry. Maybe the occasional good feelings he
had toward Conniption were not misplaced after all. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">He watched as Conniption looked fondly at the children. His
expression was warm and inviting. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I think that should do it,” Conniption announced.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Do what?” Mirth asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">He said nothing, instead again closing his eyes. This time
the TV turned off. The children froze. After a brief silence they began to cry.
Then <i>wail.</i> <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">An adult approached the TV and pressed the power button. It
failed to work.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The children grew louder. Their guardians tried to hush them
but their embarrassment made their efforts artificial and ineffective. Stress
and irritation began to increase along the lines.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Merry sighed and shot Mirth a look. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Conniption laughed, but this time it was hollow and trite
and it grated on Mirth’s nerves.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The man at the front of the line began to shout to be heard
over the shrieks of the children. In response the woman behind the counter
pressed her lips together and her posture became tense. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Conditions were deteriorating. Mirth had to do something but
he had no idea what. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Conniption moved forward. Humans glared at him as if they
suspected he was attempting to cut in line. The shouting man had a beverage in
a disposable cup sitting on the counter. Conniption carefully slid it closer to
him before returning to his place beside Merry and Mirth. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The man didn't notice that his cup had been moved at all. It
was nice to see that not everything Conniption did was a success. Being
constantly one-upped could have a negative impact on Mirth's own sense of
confidence. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The man behind the angry customer was radiating anxiety. It
would take the slightest nudge to produce nervous laughter, which in this
situation might be the best he would get.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth began to tweak the man's emotions. Causing spontaneous
laughter was exactly what he had been disciplined for previously, but this time
it was different. An airport was very different than church and maybe the
joyful sound of merriment would ease the tensions of other line-formers. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Just as the anxious man threw back his head to release a
guffaw, the angry man made a sweeping gesture with his hand that sent his cup
of coffee tumbling onto the counter of the service worker. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">She yelped, leaping to her feet to brush the hot fluid off
of her uniform. Muttering oaths as she looked for something to clean up the
mess soaking into her collection of forms and drizzling into her keyboard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The angry man spun to confront the anxious man that was
still laughing, loud and somewhat hysterically, behind him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Something funny?” he asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth, distracted by the commotion, had completely forgotten
to make him stop. He quickly fixed his error.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Uh, no, I—” The anxious man's words were cut off by a swift
blow to his jaw. He staggered for a moment. Mirth worried he was going to fall
but he didn't. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">He retaliated. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The angry man didn't look nearly as angry when pinned to the
floor with the anxious man straddling him pounding him with his fists. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">One of the workers shouted for security while the wails of
the children played accompaniment to the cacophony.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Oh, dear,” Merry said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth watched in dismay as security arrived and took both
men into custody. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“You don’t think they’ll be detained long, do you?” Mirth
asked. He hoped they wouldn’t be too inconvenienced. This didn’t have to be as
bad as it looked. Maybe the brief confinement would teach both men to resist violent
impulses in the future. Despite how things appeared, good had a habit of
lurking where least expected.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Only long enough to miss their flights,” Merry said. “The
loved ones waiting for them will be so disappointed. Not to mention the loss of
money from the wasted tickets, or what they’ll be forced to endure if they have
legal charges brought against them.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth frowned; he couldn't help it, even though he knew it
was against the rules. But before he could get his expression under control he
felt a touch on his shoulder.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">It was Conniption, but he wasn’t offering sympathy. Instead
he pointed to the counter where the employee had placed a sign that read “closed.”
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">He watched as the remaining three lines grew proportionally
in both frustration and length. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I should bring you along with me more often,” Conniption
said to Mirth, his voice husky with enjoyment. “I never would have achieved so
much without you.”</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">There was a beep as one of their cell phones began to ring.
They all checked their pockets. It was Mirth's. The name on the screen inspired
a second frown. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Good tidings and cheer, Sir,” Mirth said as he answered. He
tried to sound like he meant it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Good tidings and cheer. I need you to report to me at
once.” Revelry didn't sound angry, but he was a professional cheer giver, so
that wasn't surprising. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Let me explain, Sir, I—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I expect to see you immediately. Happy holidays.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Happy holidays,” Mirth choked out to a line was already
dead. If Revelry knew what all he'd done, he might never be allowed to work
another holiday.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Merry and Conniption were waiting for him to explain.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I have to report to Revelry,” he said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Oh, Mirth.” Merry's lips gave him a smile but her eyes gave
him sympathy. He appreciated it. “Did you want me to go with you?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“No, you would do more good here, trying to undo some of the
damage, but thanks anyway.” He gave her a sincere smile, he knew she was
terrified of reprimand and that had been no small offer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Nonsense, we'll all go,” Conniption said. He patted Mirth
heartily on the back. “You could use the support. I mean, so far the only one
you've made laugh is me. Too bad you can't take credit for that, right?” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth took a long, calming breath, but the combination of
chemically cleaned carpet and poorly circulated air somewhat reduced its
ability to soothe. He had no idea how for even a moment he had thought the
other sentiment was attractive. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">But he didn't protest when Merry and Conniption walked
beside him back to where they'd last seen Revelry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Revelry and Woe broke off their conversation as they
approached. They were old friends which was something that had always confused
Mirth. What possible connection could there be between occasions of merrymaking
and feelings of sorrow and regret?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“You want me to get this one?” Woe offered. “I know you find
this part distasteful.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“No, he's mine, I'll take care of it.” Revelry smiled at
Mirth. “Thank you for arriving so quickly.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I'm sorry, Sir, I didn't mean to reduce the cheer quotient.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I know you didn't, Mirth.” Revelry patted his arm. “But
we've had the talk before about the consequences of spontaneous laughter.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Oh.” It took Mirth a moment to be able to form words. Not
wanting to appear rude he forced out the firsts ones out that came to mind. “I
didn't know you could tell.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Revelry raised an eyebrow at that, while Mirth wished he'd
remained speechless.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I've been monitoring you, due to your past issues.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“That's very gracious of you, Sir.” Mirth plastered the
biggest smile he could onto his features. He wanted his supervisor to realize
that not only was he cheerful, he was an expert in cheer-dispensement and it
would be a travesty to remove him from this assignment.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">He felt the weight of Revelry's eyes. He prayed his efforts
were working.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I do believe your spirit is in the right place.” Revelry
nodded once. “So I won't remove you from your current job, but do be more
careful.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Thank you so much, Sir. I won't let you down.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“You have, however, earned a reprimand.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Oh, no.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Revelry stood and began pushing his sleeves up and out of
the way.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Here?” Mirth didn't want to be disciplined in public. He
felt his left eyebrow twitch. He hated it when it did that, as if he had no
control over it whatsoever. It was part of his body after all, it should do as
he said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“The humans won't be able to see, I'll make sure of that.”
Revelry gave him with a kind smile. “It speaks well of your devotion that you
would worry about the effect witnessing your distress would have on the humans.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth forced a pleased expression at the compliment. His
body was twitching in more than one place now, as if it wanted to act. To
protest or flee or do something worse that he wasn't even willing to consider.
Between his left eyebrow and his pulse that quickened in Conniption's presence,
he sometimes feared other parts of his body would rise up in mutiny against
him. Forcing him to behave in uncontrolled and wild abandon. It was a
disquieting thought. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Let's get this over with.” Revelry took a small wooden
paddle out of his bag and went to sit on the closest bench. He patted his knee
and his lips turned up in a way that was warm and welcoming.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">While he knew it was blasphemy, he couldn't help but think
that this was one of those rare occasions where a smile was inappropriate.
Although he was wise enough not to say so.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">As Mirth approached he was unable to keep the spring in his
step. He took a brief moment to regain his calm before lowering himself into
position, like a man taking a final breath before diving with cement shoes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Since Woe, Merry and Conniption were watching, he resolved
to bear his discipline in good spirits. It was important to lead by example. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Revelry tipped him forward, which made even more blood rush
to his head, but must have been preferable to his superior in some way. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The first blow from the paddle sent a shock through his
system and he yelped before he could stop himself. He clenched his jaw and
tried to think about anything else. The second blow felt even harder than the
first. His heart raced as he wondered how he would ever get through this with
dignity. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">When the paddle struck again, he shifted, a moan forming in
his throat. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The fourth blow dragged an involuntary “ow” from his lips.
Holding still was becoming impossible. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I can't…” he said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“What was that?” Revelry asked. He paused, giving Mirth time
to realize his error.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I can't, uh, express how grateful I am that you're giving
me another chance.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">He received two thudding blows, the pain traveling deep into
his muscles. He squirmed and gasped but managed not to say anything dangerous. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Good, for a moment I was worried you were succumbing to
negative thinking.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I wouldn't do that. Ever.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“That's what I want to hear.” Revelry's tone was positively
gleeful.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth knew he should take comfort in that, in his joy, but
the circumstances were making that difficult. Revelry, seemingly oblivious to
his predicament, increased his pace. His legs began to jerking at the effort it
required not to kick them outright. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Please, Sir, I can't—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Thank me enough?” There was amusement in his voice but
Mirth took no satisfaction from the sound at all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">He grunted, and tried to push himself off of his lap, even
though he knew it was the wrong thing to do.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Revelry didn't comment, only tightened his grip and spanked
him harder. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The pain was so intense it drove every other thought from
his mind. He twisted and bucked, trying to free himself from his superior's
grasp. But the arm against his back was as unmoving as an iron rod and no more
sympathetic.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Sir, please stop, please. I'll do anything.” Mirth knew he
was begging and that later he would find that mortifying, but he was having
difficulty remembering why. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“You're almost done,” Revelry said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth knew he wouldn't lie, but as the paddle continue to
strike, burning its way across his rear, he decided they must have a different
definition of almost. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Long past when he thought he would perish if he was
subjected to even one more swat, when he was amazed at his body's ability to
live through unimaginable agony, it finally ended.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">He felt himself lifted from Revelry's lap. The pain didn't
stop instantly and he found himself shifting from foot to foot until he became
aware of what he was doing. He turned his back on the others, forcing himself
to be still as he wiped the wetness from his face. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Let that be a reminder to take the duty of spreading cheer
more seriously.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Of course, Sir.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Revelry nodded a dismissal to him and Mirth left, not
waiting to see if Merry or Conniption followed. He hoped they didn't even
though it was unkind. He was not in a charitable state of mind. He knew he was
the one that had catalyzed the events. He'd known better than to cause
spontaneous laughter, but there was still a part of him that felt it was unfair
that he'd been punished. This place was the problem not him. With all the
crowds and lines and security and chaos and everyone tired, worried, hungry and
rushed. The negative emotions were bleeding out and poisoning the atmosphere.
How could anyone find cause for cheer in a place as vile and desolate as an
airport? He <i>hated</i> it here.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth gasped and froze, clasping his hand to his chest at
the horror of what he's just thought. He wasn't capable of hatred. He <i>disliked</i>
the airport. No even that was too strong. It wasn't his favorite—<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">A hand landed on Mirth's shoulder and he jumped in guilt as
if his vulgar thoughts were on display.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I slightly prefer other places over this place!” Mirth said
far too loud for how close his face was to Conniption's.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The other sentiment blinked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Ok.” He gave a tentative smile. “Everyone has a right to an
opinion.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Except disagreeable ones,” Merry said. She sounded
resentful, but Mirth knew he was must be imagining that. Merry was better at
controlling of her emotions than he was. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I'm sorry you were spanked,” Conniption said. He sounded
sincere. “I didn't realize that's how Revelry handled discipline.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Conniption's hand was still on his shoulder and he
gracefully shrugged it off. He looked away, not wanting to discuss what had
happened to him any longer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“So how does Woe punish greys?” Merry asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth was curious despite himself. He'd wondered about that
before. If cheer-bringers were punished with suffering, and suffering-bringers
were punished with Cheer, what did happen to those with no opposite?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“It's custom tailored, but for me it's boredom.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth felt himself bristle at that. He couldn't see how that
could possibly compare with being beaten.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“We need a plan,” Merry said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“You need to come up with something. I don't suppose you can
just tie the humans down and tickle them.” Conniption chuckled and it sent
bubbles of heat searing down Mirth's body. The idea he conjured was scandalous,
people restrained into forced laughter. Then the image of Conniption tied down
and laughing flitted into his mind. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">It was remarkably hard to get that image to flit back out
again. Mirth looked away, his face hot. Someone as disagreeable as Conniption
shouldn't be able to inspire such thoughts.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“The problem with the airport is there are too many things
going wrong,” Merry said. “There are so many lines and everyone's in a hurry.
They don't have time to be happy.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“We could get rid of the security check points,” Mirth
suggested. “No more bag searches, no more metal detector lines. That would make
things move faster.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I don't think we have enough influence to accomplish that,
but reducing the lines is a good idea.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“If only there weren't so many mistakes and problems. But
everything goes wrong, from lost luggage to flight delays to rescheduling…”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“If you fix one problem, that will have a positive effect on
the others, which will go on to affect other things and cheer will continue to
spread,” Conniption said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">It was a wonderful thought, although Mirth wasn't sure if it
would work that way in practice. It was good to see that Conniption wanted to
be helpful. He hoped it wasn't a trick. It didn't feel like a trick, but then
he'd never been particularly good at detecting those. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Helpful or not, it didn't change that they were on opposing
teams. If he was to have any chance at making up for his mistakes it would have
to be without Conniption's presence. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">He glanced at Conniption and caught him looking at him in a
way that made him throb with the holiday spirit.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Also it was hard to think with him around.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Conniption, your assistance has been very helpful to us.”
Mirth ignored the raised eyebrow Merry gave him. “But it would be more
productive for our respective teams if we worked separately.” The look of
disappointment on the grey's face prompted him to keep talking even though he
hadn't planned what to say. “Maybe afterward we could meet up and exchange
stories of our successes.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Conniption grinned. The left corner of his mouth dimpled but
not the right. Mirth fought the urge to trace it with a fingertip.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“It's a date then.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Date? He hadn't meant it like that, but his heart thumped
faster at the prospect anyway. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Conniption gave him a nod and winked at Merry before
striding away. Mirth's eyes lingered on his retreating form and he assured
himself it was only because he was envious of the confidence in his walk. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“If you switch teams I will follow you around and chant good
tidings at you each and every day,” Merry said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I would never do that, I promise.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“You're going on a date with an underling of Woe.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"> “He's a grey so he's
not completely bad. It's ok to be friends with him.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“He's not going to switch teams.” Merry gave him a smile
that was heavily laced with concern. “I don't want you to set yourself up for a
fall.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“It'll be fine. I know what I'm doing, speaking of which, I
have a plan.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth graced Merry with his brightest smile and by the time
he was done explaining his idea, she was returning one that dispelled shadows
for nearly a three meter radius. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">* * *<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“You <i>don't</i> know what you're doing.” Merry's lips were
tight and only slightly upturned. As if all her efforts to perform her duty to
smile were being crushed beneath the weight of her disapproval.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Her feelings were justified. Mirth was at a loss on how to
deal with the crowd of angry travelers that had amassed. They were feeding off
of each other's anger and worry so that even if he did manage to bring cheer to
one, it would be undone in seconds. Several employees had left their posts to
assist and that had resulted in longer lines elsewhere. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I really thought if we got rid of the source of their
frustrations, they would be less frustrated. I mean, doesn't that make sense?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Merry made a half-shrug-half-nod gesture as if she agreed,
but didn't want to admit to anything that had been proven incorrect.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“You saw them, no matter how much of a hurry they were in,
they would stop and squint up at the screens until they read something that
upset them about the time of their flight or departure. Then they would
grumble, or curse, or rush off with renewed panic—that one poor woman even
burst into tears. How could getting rid of such a terrible thing not be a cause
for cheer?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Security had arrived and he could only hope that no one would
get upset enough to throw any punches.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“You would almost think humans are disappointed because they
can't find something to be disappointed about.” Mirth sighed and then quickly
covered up the sound with a forced laugh.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">His cell beeped. He felt a trickle of dread roll down his
spine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">It was Revelry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Not now. He needed time to fix this. He could still fix it.
He just needed a chance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Before he had time to think better of it, he detached the
battery from the back of his phone and slipped both into his pocket. Later,
when everyone was distracted by celebrations of his astonishing success, he
would claim it had been an accident.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">If Merry saw what he'd done, she chose not to comment, and
for that he was grateful.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Can you turn the monitors back on?” she asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I don't know. I wanted to make it hard for them to do it
themselves, so I did a variety of things to the electrical components. I didn't
put much thought into how to reverse it.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Merry closed her eyes. Mirth wished he could close his ears.
Every curse word or shout was a reminder of how out of control the situation
had become.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">At the edge of his vision he saw more people arriving. He
turned to see Conniption leading two other cheer-bringers toward him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">He hoped they didn't plan on escorting him back to Revelry. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">But Conniption's eyes were not on him. They were dark, the irises
all but gone as they focused on the crowd. Mirth knew with the meagerest of
efforts he could push the humans into fits.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Before Mirth had a chance to test how effective begging
would be on one of Woe's underlings, Conniption took a deep breath and forced
his gaze away from the crowd.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I brought you some new recruits.” Conniption waved a hand
at Jolly and Gay.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Can either of you fix the monitors?” Merry asked. Her eyes
shimmered with renewed optimism. Mirth hoped she wouldn't be disappointed. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Gay bobbed her head with enthusiasm before moving to stand
beside the monitors. She closed her eyes and pressed a palm against the side of
one. Her lips moved without sound, the way some humans do when they read. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">After a few moments the monitors blinked back to life. The
upsetting but desired information began to scroll across the screens.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">A cheer went out from the crowd and the positivity of it had
all of his teammates grinning. Even Conniption seemed affected by the
enthusiasm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I was thinking about your plan to get rid of something that
causes frustration,” Conniption said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Merry paled at his words, but he continued before she could
stop him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“What do you think it would be like if there was never any
lost luggage?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth was quiet while he tried to imagine what could
possibly upset humans about not losing luggage. The only bad thing he could
think of is that they would no longer be given a free essentials kit. That
didn't seem like too great of a concession, but it was hard to tell. He wasn't
very good at making predictions of this type.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“There would be a few less lines,” Mirth said. He attempted
to keep his natural optimism in check. “That would free employees up to help
other customers, so the waits would be shorter and those poor service people
wouldn't be yelled at as often.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“The reunions of friends and loved ones wouldn't be
interrupted by the unpleasantness of missed belongings,” Merry said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Children wouldn't have to wait for gifts brought back from
travels.” That image was enough to make Mirth beam at Conniption. It was
hopeless. He was made for enthusiasm, not caution. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Jolly and Gay were nodding and smiling at the wonderful idea
Conniption had brought them. This was more proof that Merry was wrong about
him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“But how would we ensure that each individual piece of
luggage goes to the right place?” Merry asked. “There aren't enough of us and
we'll be stuck here while the luggage flies all over the world.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“There are teams working in other airports,” Mirth said. “We
could coordinate with them. We don't have to fly anywhere, we just have to
prevent the humans from making mistakes in the first place.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Merry nodded. “I can call Joy, Solace, Glee, Festive and
Delight. I'm sure they would be willing to help as well as pass the word on to
others.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Gay and I can oversee the loading of luggage at this
airport. To make sure the right bags go to the right place,” Jolly said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I can oversee mistakes at the check-in counter,” Mirth
said. He was pleased it was something he could do while invisible. It lessened
his shame about returning after the coffee incident.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I'll go with you,” Conniption said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth felt an infusion of warmth at the thought of spending
the evening working side by side, bringing cheer to all. The way Conniption was
looking at him made him think he must be feeling the pull of the holiday spirit
as well.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">He ignored the look Merry gave him when he accepted Conniption's
offer. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">* * *<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">A few hours later, when Merry approached, the bounce in her
step was beautiful to witness. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Good tidings and cheer, Mirth!” Merry said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Good tidings and cheer.” Mirth smiled and allowed himself
to be swept into her hug. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“But why aren't you answering your phone?” She looked at him
closely. “Felicity is trying to contact you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Oh, um. It hasn't rung.” He did his best to hide his guilt.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Well, she's trying to get in touch with you because our
efforts have had a glorious effect. It is much easier to bring cheer to people
now that no one is upset over lost luggage.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“That's wonderful.” Behind him he could hear the sound of
laughter becoming louder. A group of people were entertaining each other with
charades while they waited. Conniption had been eyeing them in a way that made
him nervous. As much as the sound of amusement thrilled him, his new partner
had difficulty understanding that there had to be a balance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“She has another message for you. But she wants to tell you
herself. You should call her.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth took his phone from his pocket. He pretended to be
surprised to find his unattached battery.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">As soon as his phone powered on the message icon appeared.
Eleven new messages. He tried to still the nerves that were gathering with zest.
The laughter from the waiting area continued to increase and it made parts of
him tingle in a way that created an uncomfortable contrast.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">He told himself it was perfectly ok not to listen to the
messages first because it would take too long and he shouldn't keep Felicity
waiting.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Season's greetings, Felicity speaking,” she said. Her tone
was cheerful but still managed to convey her authority. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Season's greetings, Felicity, this is Mirth. I was told you
wanted to speak with me?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Mirth, yes of course. You've done very well with the
luggage detail.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Thank you. I strive to do my best.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“And you have, you certainly have.” She paused and Mirth was
given a moment to bask in pride at her words. “So I have decided to make your
assignment permanent.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Permanent?” Mirth experienced the sensation of his stomach
becoming abruptly absent. He suspected if he were to search for it he would
find it hiding between his toes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“You've done miraculous things for this airport. You show a
lot of promise. You will be assigned to remain here until further notice.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">He got the sense she was waiting for something. It took him
a moment to realize what.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Thank you, Felicity, I won't let you down.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“See that you don't. Happy holidays.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Happy holidays.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">He looked at the rushing, irritated travelers. He was stuck
here? Forever?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">He stared at his phone as if he could will it to undo the
last call. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Then, as if summoned by the sheer power of his dread, it
began to ring.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">It was Revelry.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Hello, Sir?” Mirth answered. “I'm sorry the—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“What is your location?” It was the first time he'd heard
Revelry's voice absent of cheer.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I'm at the check-in area. But, Sir, let me—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I'll be there in a moment. Stay put.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The line went dead.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The laughter in the waiting area was now loud enough to make
any nearby conversation impossible. There were almost no breaks and a few of
the humans were snorting.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth turned to look and saw Conniption watching as two of
them rolled on the floor in hysterics. Several others were sliding down in
their seats in similar fits of laughter.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Conniption stop!” Mirth said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Don't you like it?” Conniption gave him a lazy smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“That's not the point. This is out of control. You need to
stop before one of them urinates.” He was surprised by how harsh his voice was.
He knew Conniption was trying and he had been a lot of help. But it was hard to
be reasonable when he had just been informed that he was going to be trapped in
the…place he slightly preferred other places over…until the end of time.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Are you sure you want me to stop?” Conniption stood in
front of him and trailed his fingers down Mirth's arm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Yes, please.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Conniption sighed. He closed his eyes and immediately the
laughter began to die down.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“There. But only because it was you that asked me.” He
threaded his fingers between Mirth's and the touch of his hand was as
distracting as the laughter had been. “Why are you so stressed? Something
happen?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The concern was inviting. More so because unlike everyone
else, he suspected Conniption wouldn't expect him to remain cheerful regardless
of how he felt.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Felicity contacted me.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“The big boss.” Conniption nodded in appreciation of how
unusual that was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“She wants me to be permanently assigned to the airport
because of how good my success with the lost luggage has been.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Congratulations.” The dreaded half-smile, the smirk,
appeared on his features. “So what does that make you? The guardian angel of
the valise?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“It's not funny.” Which was unfortunate, because if it had
been funny it would have been a good thing. The good in this was limited at
best. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“What did you expect? There's always a punishment for a job
too well done.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">There were so many things wrong with that statement.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Good jobs are rewarded not punished.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“So I see.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“No you don't.” Mirth had lost his smile. “You are
completely wrong.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Conniption laughed and it wasn't pleasing at all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Stop it, your amusement is making a mockery of something
pure and good.” Mirth was surprised to hear aggression in his own voice.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Sorry.” Conniption gave him a lopsided grin which was only
a small step above the smirk. He seemed to find Mirth's outburst endearing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“You're not taking me seriously.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“No, I am.” Conniptions face had gone still, but it was like
a mask where the truth could he spotted here at there around the edges. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“How dare you laugh at me. Laughter is my domain and I will
not let you use it against me. Especially not here in this abysmal, terrible
place, with these wretched, miserable humans. I don't want to be here, I—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth's words were cut off by the firm application of
Conniption's lips. For a moment all he felt was frustration at being silenced,
but then he tasted him. Tasted firm sweetness of his lips, the warmth of his
tongue. His mouth parted to take him in, savoring the feel of him, the
invasion. He felt Conniption's hands griping his hips, pulling him forward
until they melded against each other. He was all angles and hardness and heat
and he could think of nothing but wanting more contact, more friction. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Conniption broke the kiss, but kept him close, his forehead
leaned against Mirth's. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Forgive me.” Conniptions voice was low with want. “I didn't
want to interrupt you, but you don't know what it does to me when you act like
that.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Act like…?” Then it hit him. He, Mirth—a cheerful
sentiment—had thrown a <i>tantrum</i>. He felt the blood rise to his face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Don't be embarrassed, it was only a little one. And I loved
it.” Conniption lightly nipped his bottom lip. “But I am sorry, I didn't mean
to mock you. I know you don't want to be here.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Oh, ok.” Mirth buried his face into the other sentiment's
neck. He hoped they would go back to the kissing soon and stop talking about
his slide into the uglier emotions.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Mirth,” a stern voice said from too close behind him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">He jumped away from Conniption and turned to see Revelry and
Woe. He had no idea how long they'd been standing there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Hello, um, gree—good tidings and cheer, Sir.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Felicity has informed me that due to your success you will
be remaining here.” Revelry's smile was thin. “Congratulations.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Thank you, Sir. About my phone—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“This is no way excuses you for the uproar at the arrival
and departure monitors earlier, or for the hours you had your phone off.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Sir, I—”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“After we take care of your reprimand I will inform you of
the specifics of your new duties.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Sir?” Conniption said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Yes?” Revelry's gaze fell onto him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“It's my fault Mirth didn't receive your calls. I removed
the battery from his phone without his knowledge.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">A small gasp escaped Mirth before he caught himself. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I was impressed by his ability to spread cheer and I felt a
desire to induce fits of laughter instead fits of frustration or rage. I was
intrigued by his plan with the luggage and so I wanted him to be able to see it
through. I shouldn't have done it and I'm sorry.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“So you willfully acted against your team?” Woe asked.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Yes, and I'm very sorry. I think I may actually be more
suited to bring cheer.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth's heart was pounding. Conniption was lying for him.
And he was requesting to switch sides. Mirth had never even dared to hope for
that. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Woe and Revelry exchanged a look. An entire conversation
seemed to pass between them but Mirth wasn't able to decipher any of it. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Well?” Revelry asked Woe.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I think I understand his motivation to change teams
perfectly.” Woe nodded at Mirth and then rolled his eyes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth was startled by the innuendo. He fought down the urge
to defend Conniption, since it would probably make things worse. But Woe was
being unfair. Obviously Conniption’s desire to switch teams came from a realization
that spreading cheer was good, whereas spreading suffering was an affront to
the natural order.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“All right, if you don't object?” Revelry asked. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Woe shrugged. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I'll take him then.” Revelry paused. “But he needs to be
reprimanded for his sabotage of the phone and for not expressing his decision
to change in the appropriate manner.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“No arguments.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“You or me?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“He's yours now, but don't wear yourself out. You'll need
your energy for later.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth was shocked to see Woe leer at Revelry. Then he was
scandalized when instead of putting him in his place, Revelry made a subtle but
tasteless gesture with his tongue.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Conniption laughed but he silenced himself quickly when he
felt three sets of disapproving eyes focused in his direction.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“All right, I have no intentions of going easy on you so I
hope you won't regret your decision to switch teams after this.” Revelry sat
his bag down on a seat and retrieved his paddle.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth looked at Conniption with worry, but he only received
a wink in reply.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Conniption allowed himself to be pulled over Revelry's lap.
He looked much calmer than Mirth felt even just watching. He did tense before
the paddle fell, but managed to remain silent through the initial blow. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">As the paddle fell, wood striking the thin material over his
upturned ass, Mirth winced in sympathy. His bottom was still sore from earlier.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Eventually Conniption began to break down. His flinches
built into disquiet as he shifted and squirmed. The sound of the paddle was
joined by his sharps cries of pain. He didn't beg. Mirth was on the verge of
doing it for him, when Revelry finally stopped, allowing him to slide to the
ground.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth went to help him up. He wrapped his arms around him,
the taste of salt on his lips as he kissed away his tears.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I'm assigning you both to the airport,” Revelry said. “I
hope to see considerable improvement in the cheer quotient.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I promise to do my best,” Mirth said.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Conniption's answer was to smile and nuzzle his face into
Mirth's neck. Revelry and Woe said something as they left but Mirth was no
longer paying attention to them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">He was proud of Conniption. Proud of what he had endured for
him. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">He would do his best to make it up to him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Thank you,” Mirth whispered.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“It was nothing.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“No, it wasn't. It was <i>heroic</i>.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Conniption chuckled and it was all Mirth could do not to pull
him to the floor then and there.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“It was worth it. I’m going to do my best to make sure you
never receive another spanking from anybody …” he ran his teeth down Mirth's
ear making him shiver, “except me.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth froze. He turned to see Conniption’s face to prove that
he wasn't serious. He didn’t like what he saw.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“You're joking,” Mirth said. His conviction was weak.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I'm not.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Conniption smiled. Which was completely inappropriate.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“You can’t reprimand me, we’re equals.” Mirth pushed away
from him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“It wouldn’t be a reprimand.” Conniption snagged his wrist
and pulled him back. “You’re so irresistible when you argue.” He mouthed at
Mirth’s jaw, working his way to his lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth closed his eyes and let himself be kissed. He craved Conniption’s
touch in way he’d never craved anything before. That didn’t mean he was going
to go along with whatever he said. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth turned away from his lips, before it became too
difficult. He touched his forehead to Conniption’s the same way the other
sentiment had done before.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“As far as spanking me goes,” Mirth said, his voice steady. “I’d
like to see you try.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Conniption grinned. “Challenge accepted.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Mirth found he was grinning back, even though his feelings on
the matter were far from settled. This was the point where he would typically
remind himself, that although it was sometimes hard to see, good was hidden in
everything, or some other cheerful affirmation. But he didn’t feel like taking
the time to figure out the best one to apply.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">He just wanted to get back to the kissing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
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<br /></div>A. K. Bantlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13213957611410246821noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050229474627955066.post-11793200028748615702011-11-19T12:55:00.001-05:002011-12-15T12:09:41.714-05:00Recent Events and Status Update **Edit-12/15/11<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /><br />I apologize for my haphazard updating of late. It's combination of being busy combined with me being a bit selfish. I've been having a blast writing rough drafts for a bunch of short stories, but I've neglected to do the hard part—editing. <br /> <br />In the last few weeks I've written (most of) the rough drafts for stories where: <br /> <br />A man with OCD discovers (and badly irritates) a mystical being. <br /> <br />A man is possessed by a female ghost. She plans to make him kiss a woman so that she can transfer into a female body. His almost-boyfriend isn't pleased. <br /> <br />An adventurer tries to save a town that doesn't need to be saved. <br /> <br />The Agents of Holiday Cheer compete with the Agents of Holiday Woe at an airport. <br /><br />Chapter 10 of Unwholesome Things <br /> <br />Some (probably dreadful) fan fiction for Supernatural <br /><br /> <br />I apologize for being a bit lazy and just doing the fun part (writing the rough draft) and avoiding all the work (everything after that). I plan to spend a lot of time this weekend doing as much editing as possible. I'm also participating in the GISHWHES event and am in the final stretch of a college semester, so that has impacted progress as well. <br /> <br />I send all my love to anyone that checks on this blog. I hope to continually work on being a better writer and to be able to have many good things to share in the (near) future.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">******* 12/15/2011 - Edited to add: ********</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">My vanishing act was longer than anticipated. I had a very difficult time with my biology class. For someone who loves words as much as I do, I didn't expect to struggle so much with remembering all the terminology. I think I actually have a mental block regarding meiosis and mitosis. I will never be able to memorize all the phases. Ever. I have spent all of my mental energy for the last few weeks simply tying not to fail the class.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The semester is over now; my final exam was yesterday. Hopefully I scraped by with a B, but biology will almost certainly be the death of my 4.0 =[ </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">I apologize again for not updating. I hate not following through on goals I've set. I have a month off from school and I will do my best to make up for it.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">I expect to post these within the next week:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">1. The Agents of Holiday Cheer compete with the Agents of Holiday Woe at an airport. </span><br style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;" /><br style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">2. Chapter 10 of Unwholesome Things</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Sorry again about the delay! Thank you for being patient with me =]</span>A. K. Bantlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13213957611410246821noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050229474627955066.post-84190103411873313602011-11-04T12:48:00.000-04:002014-10-08T20:21:13.121-04:00Unwholesome Things - Part 9<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /><br /><i>Beta by LP, all remaining mistakes are entirely my fault. </i><br /> <br /> <br /><br />It took a lot of courage to walk into the bar alone. There was a crowd of people smoking cigarettes in front, probably due to the sign prohibiting it once inside. Oren felt like he was walking a gauntlet of attractive bodies, noise, and smoke. He was surprised by his bravery, a few months ago he would never have been willing to do this. <br /> <br />Once inside he looked for anyone he recognized. Everyone seemed to have the same bored, detached expression. If they didn't enjoy being here, he wondered why they didn't just leave. <br /> <br />Oren found Jeff first. He <i>always</i> seemed to find Jeff first. <br /><br />“Oh, wow. What are you doing here?” <br /> <br />“I wanted to come so…” Oren used a shrug to complete his explanation. “Where's Will?” <br /> <br />“He's upstairs, this place has a three levels, but you probably want to stay out of the basement.” Jeff smiled. “Rezo is going to be pissed when he sees you.” <br /> <br />While that was the idea, Oren felt a small uprising of nerves anyway. <br /><br />“Want a drink? You have an ID don't you?” <br /> <br />“How else do you think I got in?” <br /> <br />Jeff seemed proud of him. “Then I'll buy your first drink here, although if anyone asks, you lied to me about your age.” <br /> <br />“I don't know if I should.” <br /><br />“If you're going to rebel, you may as well go all the way.” <br /> <br />Jeff's philosophy did have a certain appeal. “Um, what do they have?” <br /> <br />“A lot of things.” Jeff laughed and it was clearly <i>at him </i>for asking such a stupid question. “How about a rum and coke? Everybody likes those.” <br /> <br />Oren nodded. <br /> <br />A few minutes later, Oren found himself walking up the stairs to the second story. Jeff was blazing ahead, probably to make sure he didn't miss Rezo's face when he saw Oren. Rezo seemed to have an affinity for choosing friends that were remarkably good at annoying him. <br /><br />Oren decided not to examine that concept too closely. <br /><br />Oren watched as Jeff leaned in close to Rezo, as if to whisper something to him. Rezo straightened up, looking around until he saw Oren. Disbelief flashed across his features before his eyes narrowed and his mouth pressed into a thin line. <br /> <br />Oren had no doubt that this evening was going to end with him getting a thorough spanking. Maybe too thorough. There was an art to upsetting Rezo just the right amount and it wasn't something Oren had mastered yet. <br /> <br />Oren stood still allowing Rezo to approach him. He preferred to have this conversation away from Jeff and the others. Oren took a sip of his drink, grateful for something to do with his hands. <br /> <br />“What are you doing here?” Rezo asked. <br /> <br />“Hi Rezo,” Oren said. Just because Rezo neglected to greet him didn't mean he was going to be equally rude. <br /><br />Rezo let out a large sigh as if he was in physical pain. “What's in the cup?” <br /><br />“This one?” Oren looked at his cup as if there was any question as to which one he meant. <br /><br />“Yeah that one.” <br /><br />“Coke.” <br /><br />“And…?” <br /><br />“Well, they don't serve just coke, so I had to get something else in it.” <br /><br />“If you're going to lie to me you could at least try to make it believable.” Rezo's tone was harsh and Oren winced. “How did you get in here?” <br /><br />Oren didn't want Rezo to be angry with him; he just wanted things to go back to the way they were. While it was impossible to avoid upsetting him entirely, maybe the amount could be lessened. <br /><br />“Money of course.” Oren tilted his head back so he could look down his nose at Rezo. “I just kept handing hundreds to the bouncer till he let me through.” <br /><br />“Seriously?” Rezo turned to look toward the entrance, even though it was out of view, as if to see what the type of person that would accept a bribe would look like. <br /><br />Oren frowned. “That was a joke.” Any time that had to be pointed out, the chance for humor was long past. <br /><br />“How did you really get in?” <br /><br />“I have an ID.” <br /><br />“Give it to me.” <br /><br />“No, I bought it a long time ago. I need it for…” Oren paused, there was no way he could tell Rezo that. His parents had been so upset over the incident he'd lost not only internet access but also the lock on his door. And Rezo was much stricter than they were. “Things,” he finished lamely. <br /><br />“You could get in a lot of trouble for that.” Rezo held out his hand. <br /><br />Oren stared at the open palm. This wasn't fair. Rezo couldn't just take his stuff. Punish him: yes, take his stuff: no. <br /><br />“You don't want me to search you, do you?” <br /><br />Honestly, any excuse to have Rezo run his hands all over his body never sounded like a bad idea. <br /><br />Oren was proud of himself for not saying that out loud. Rezo certainly wasn't in the mood for a comment like that. Besides, he wasn't certain what the other patrons in the bar would think. <br /><br />Slowly and with much regret, Oren slipped the ID from his pocket. <br /><br />Rezo examined the ID and frowned, as if he was disappointed that the ID did, in fact, exist, and was not just another bad attempt at humor. <br /><br />“Now,” Rezo gestured at Oren's cup, “give me that.” <br /><br />Oren had forgotten how much he disliked the <i>controlling </i>part of their previous arrangement. He started to tell Rezo that, but then stopped himself. He gave Rezo his most innocent smile. Then he downed the drink in one long swallow. <br /><br />“It's all yours,” Oren said as he handed the empty plastic cup to Rezo. “I think I saw a trash can by the stairs.” <br /><br />Rezo opened his mouth, but nothing came out. <br /><br />Oren realized he'd probably just committed one of those gone-too-far, gonna-get-a-paddling kind of transgressions. But Rezo's expression almost made it worth it. <br /><br />“You have—” Rezo's words were cut off when Jeff looped his arms over Rezo's and Oren's shoulders, knocking both of them off balance. <br /><br />“Rezzie, are you giving Oren a hard time?” Jeff seemed friendlier than usual. “He came to see Will and you're hogging him. What's up with that?” <br /><br />“He shouldn't be here.” <br /><br />“Says the guy that won't drive through empty spaces in a parking lot. Lighten up. Now let's go.” Jeff propelled them both in the direction of Will, but the way Jeff was leaning on them made Oren suspect he was relying on them to stay upright. <br /><br />“You have five minutes,” Rezo whispered. <br /><br />Oren didn't acknowledge the comment. <br /><br />“Hey, Oren,” Will said. “I didn't think you were coming.” He was leaning against a pool table, cue stick in hand as if ready to play at a moment's notice. A few people Oren didn't know, but seemed to part of the celebration, had taken over a nearby table. Manny didn't seem to be one of them and Oren vaguely remembered he was underage. <br /><br />“I wanted to stop by and wish you a happy birthday,” Oren said. <br /><br />“Thanks.” Will smiled. “We're playing pool, or we would be if Rezo ever hurried up and took his turn.” <br /><br />Oren could feel the tension rolling off of Rezo as he passed him to pick up his pool cue. Oren ignored his temper, taking a seat at the table to watch them play. <br /><br />Rezo's turn was significantly shorter than Will's. Either Rezo wasn't particularly good at pool, or he was too distracted to focus on the game. Of course, his occasional pauses to make pointed glances at Oren and then the clock couldn't have helped his concentration. Maybe Oren would be charitable enough to point that out to him. The thought made him snicker. <br /><br />It took Will only nine minutes to beat Rezo. Oren was almost surprised Rezo hadn't forfeited at exactly the five minute mark. As it was, he barely took the time to congratulate Will before he materialized at Oren's side. <br /><br /> “It's been longer than five minutes.” <br /> <br />“Maybe I want to stay and play pool.” <br /><br />“You have to go home.” <br /><br />“Or what?” Oren graced him with his most charming smile. “You'll carry me out?” <br /><br />Rezo took a long, slow breath. He leaned down to whisper in Oren's ear. His breath was hot against Oren's skin. <br /> <br />“You're not making this easy on me.” <br /> <br />“Why should I?” <br /><br />“We had a deal.” <br /><br />“Maybe it's not working.” <br /> <br />Rezo growled and it was all Oren could do not to kiss him. <br /> <br />“What?” Oren turned his head to make eye contact, “I'm supposed to be responsible for my actions, remember? So if I'm not doing a good job then…” <br /> <br />“You're right.” Rezo sighed and stood up straight. <br /> <br />Oren blinked. “I am?” <br /> <br />“I said I was going to let you make your own decisions,” Rezo expression had gone from determined and angry to angry and resigned. “So no matter how stupid it is, this is apparently one of them.” <br /> <br />Rezo was giving up? Oren had obviously done too good of a job with his argument. Which seemed impossible since he had gone out of his way to be irritating and irrational. This was getting ridiculous, how far did he have to go to get one measly spanking? When he didn't want one, he had no trouble receiving one at all. <br /> <br />“Yes, but—” <br /> <br />Rezo silenced him with a wave of his hand before he turned and walked back to the pool table. He spoke with Will for a moment, then he motioned for Oren to join them. <br /> <br />“Oren wants to play,” Rezo announced, as soon as Oren was within range. <br /> <br />Oren stared in confusion at the cue that was pushed into his hands. Pool, like the majority of games that involved more than one person, was something he had absolutely no idea how to do. He'd been counting on Rezo dragging him out of the bar long before he was expected to participate in any activities. <br /> <br />“That's ok, someone else can go next.” Oren tried to hand the cue back to Rezo, but he simply walked away. Will wasn't listening either. He was gathering the balls into the triangle thing that Oren didn't know the name of. Damn it. <br /> <br />“Do you want to break?” Will asked. <br /> <br />“No, that's alright.” <br /> <br />Will nodded and moved to take his turn. <br /><br />Oren watched closely, hoping to figure out how to play. He knew the point of the game was to get the balls in the holes. The details beyond that were what he was having a problem with. <br /> <br />It was Oren's turn all to soon. He stared at the table in dismay. Will had used the white ball to knock the others in, so that seemed like a reasonable tactic to start with. <br /> <br />To his amazement he managed to knock a ball into the net on the first try. Not just one ball, but two since the white ball followed it in. He wondered if he'd get extra points for that. He knew that since he'd got a ball in, that meant he got another turn. He wondered if he should retrieve the white ball or if he should designate another one. <br /> <br />He heard Jeff snort, Oren could only imagine what sophomoric crack he was about to make. There was so much fodder for him: balls, sticks, holes and even a gay man. Oren couldn't<i> wait</i>. <br /> <br />Trying to ignore him, he decided to choose another ball at random to use. <br /> <br />Jeff started audibly laughing. <br /> <br />“Um, Oren?” Will asked. “Have you ever played pool before?” <br /> <br />“Not recently.” Damn, it must have been the white ball after all. What a stupid thing to give him away. <br /><br />Jeff and Will exchanged a look. <br /> <br />“Cause you just lost the game,” Will said. <br /><br />“What?” <br /> <br />“You knocked the eight ball in before you got the rest of the stripes in. You also scratched.” <br /> <br />“Which means you knocked the cue ball in,” Jeff added. <br /> <br />Oren glared at Jeff for pointing out something so obvious, even if it hadn't been obvious to him. It was the principle. <br /><br />Well there was one good thing about losing. It meant he didn't have to play anymore. <br /> <br />“Congrats Will. So who's turn is it now?” Oren held out the cue. <br /> <br />“No, that was too quick. Let me explain the rules and you can try again.” Will smiled and began putting the balls back into the unknown-triangle-thing of impending-pool-playing. <br /> <br />“You don't have to,” Oren protested, but his hope was fading. <br /> <br />“Eh, it'll be fun. Besides, it's nice to play against someone that can't mop the floor with me for a change.” <br /> <br />Oren looked back at the table to where he spotted Rezo. He swore his expression was smug. Which didn't make any sense. There was no way Rezo could be doing this to get back at him, since it was impossible for him to know that Oren couldn't play. <br /><br />Will began to explain the process to him and Oren did his best to pay attention. <br /><br />To his surprise it actually wasn't that bad once he knew some of the rules. He played against not only Will, but Jeff and even a few people he hadn't met before. <br /><br />He found himself having fun, despite the noise and press of people in the bar. <br /><br />Rezo mostly ignored him. Once or twice Oren caught him looking at him thoughtfully, but it was possible that was just wishful thinking. He was most likely just as angry and disappointed as he was when Oren had first arrived. <br /> <br />Having given up on anything discipline related happening, Oren decided not to do anything else to provoke him for the night. Or at least not get caught doing anything. He still continued to drink, but he was careful only to take sips when Rezo wouldn't notice. Rezo didn't seem to be drinking at all, which was too bad. It might have lightened his mood. <br /><br /> <br /> <br />Sometime later, when the clock was too blurry to read, Oren found himself leaning against a wall with his eyes closed. After a moment he felt someone gently tugging on his arm. He hoped it wasn't the man he'd been consciously avoiding since he'd realized his intoxication was beyond the point of easy concealment. <br /> <br />It was. Rezo was looking at him intently. Maybe it was the alcohol distorting his perceptions, but he didn't seem nearly as angry as he'd been earlier. Even so, Oren decided it was important not do anything to give himself away. <br /> <br />Rezo pulled him close and sniffed. He made a clicking noise of disapproval and Oren's hopes were drowned. <br /><br />“How many did you have?” Rezo let go of him. <br /> <br />“You're not supposed to be able to smell anything.” <br /> <br />“There's nothing wrong with my sense of smell.” <br /><br />“No, because of this,” Oren stuck out his tongue to reveal a shiny penny. <br /> <br />Rezo blinked at him. “Why do you have a penny in your mouth?” <br /> <br />Belatedly, Oren realized he shouldn't reveal his secrets, even a failed one. <br /> <br />“I don't know,” Oren said. <br /> <br />“Try again.” <br /> <br />“The copper hides the alcohol because it's…a trace element. Or something I guess. I don't remember.” <br /> <br />“Who told you that?” <br /> <br />“Some girl in the men's bathroom.” <br /> <br />Rezo raised his eyebrows at that. Then he sighed. “Please tell me you washed it first?” At Oren's expression he just shook his head. “Give it to me.” He held out his hand so Oren could spit it onto his palm. <br /> <br />In Oren's condition it took a lot of concentration not to miss. <br /> <br />“Even if I couldn't smell it on you, you're weaving and slurring enough for anyone to notice.” <br /> <br />“I'm not that bad.” <br /> <br />“No?” <br /> <br />“I barely had anything, why don't—” Oren's speech was interrupted by a hiccup, “you believe me?” <br /> <br />Rezo laughed, and Oren was startled by the sound. He wasn't expecting anything other than reproach. <br /> <br />“You have the hiccups. Like in a cartoon. That's actually cute, in a way.” <br /> <br />“I do not have the hiccups,” Oren protested before he realized Rezo had just called him cute. But before he could attempt to expand on that he was interrupted by another one. <br /> <br />And Rezo, unfortunately, had moved on. “I told you not to drink anymore.” <br /> <br />“Am I in trouble?” <br /> <br />“Did you do something to be in trouble for?” <br /> <br />“I didn't think it mattered since I had jush a—just a little…” Damn it, he was slurring. <br /> <br />“Mmm hmm.” Rezo took Oren's arm. “Let's get you home.” <br /> <br />“I can't go home, Norman will tell my parents.” <br /> <br />“You should have thought of that before.” <br /> <br /><i>“Please.” </i><br /> <br />“Don't look at me like that. If I took you back to my house my parents would kill us both.” <br /> <br />“But—” <br /> <br />Rezo sighed. “Let me see if I can work something out.” He steered Oren over to a sofa. “Do not move. Not one inch, understand?” <br /> <br />Oren nodded, which was a mistake, it made the world swoop up and down and his stomach acids start to creep back up his esophagus. <br /> <br />It occurred to him that Rezo was a very tolerant individual. He put up with a lot in the name of friendship. He should tell Rezo that more often. <br /> <br />Rezo returned with Jeff, who somehow managed to be better off than Oren despite being tipsy when Oren arrived. <br /> <br />“Need a place to crash?” Jeff asked him. <br /> <br />Rezo wanted him to go home with Jeff? Oren wasn't certain how to interpret that. He knew he didn't usually like Jeff, but at the moment he didn't seem that bad. He was the easiest of Rezo's friends to talk to, even if he did treat Oren like he was something in a museum. <br /><br />“I'll drive him over,” Rezo said when Oren didn't respond, having apparently decided his answer wasn't important. <br /> <br />“Ok, here are the keys. I don't think we'll be ready to go for a while. So take your time.” Jeff winked at Oren in a way that was far from subtle. <br /><br />Oren held onto Rezo while they walked, for once not in an attempt to be closer to him, but more to stop himself from getting too personal with the ground. <br /> <br />Eventually they reached a white van. <br /> <br />“This i-sh the wrong car.” <br /> <br />“It's Manny's. Remember? From the camping trip?” <br /><br />“Oh.” He did now. That didn't explain why Rezo wanted him to get in it. Or why it was here if Manny wasn't. <br /> <br />“I'm the designated driver tonight,” Rezo said. “So after I drop you off, I'm coming back for everyone else—are you going to vomit?” <br /> <br />Oren had closed his eyes. “I don't want to.” <br /> <br />“I would rather you did it out here than in the van.” <br /><br />“I'm ok.” Oren opened his eyes and attempted to project the opposite of queasiness at Rezo. <br /><br />Rezo looked skeptical, but he proceeded to help Oren into the car anyway. When he leaned across to buckle Oren in, Oren reached out and pressed his hand against the front of Rezo's jeans. <br /> <br />Rezo inhaled sharply, but he didn't move away. Oren decided to take that as a sign of encouragement. He moved his fingers teasingly, intent on coaxing a reaction out of the other man. <br /> <br />But as soon as Rezo finished securing Oren into his seat he firmly grabbed Oren's hand and removed it from his body. Then he slapped it sharply with his other hand. <br /> <br />“Ow!” Oren gave Rezo his most injured expression. “Why did you do that?” <br /> <br />Rezo just snorted before getting into the driver's seat. <br /> <br />Oren was too impaired to resist sulking. “You could have just told me to stop.” <br /> <br />“You never listen.” <br /> <br />Maybe that was true, but that didn't make his feelings sting any less. <br /> <br />Oren, however, had something bigger to worry about. The road was more turbulent than he expected. Every little bump made him feel progressively worse. <br /> <br />Rezo gave him a worried look. “If you need to, I can pull over so you can throw up. Just let me know.” <br /> <br />Oren didn't feel like it was safe to open his mouth, so he nodded. <br /> <br />He'd forgotten why that was a bad idea. <br /> <br />And the evidence was now splattered across his lap, dripping all the way down to the floor boards. <br /> <br /> <br /><br />When Oren woke up it was light out and he had no idea where he was. Or whose clothes he was wearing. He looked at them closely; he recognized the blue button up shirt and the black cargo pants that were a little baggy. They were Rezo's. <br /> <br />Please, please let them have gotten drunk enough to have had sex last night. As much as he would regret not remembering losing his virginity, he would be sure to make up for it by staying sober the next time. He didn't feel any different though, somehow he thought he'd feel different if he wasn't a virgin. <br /> <br />He was lying on someone's couch. Cautiously he sat up, he still felt mildly tipsy, if that was possible. He noticed his hair smelled bad, like vomit. He hoped he wasn't the one that had thrown up. <br /> <br />He didn't have to go far to find Rezo, he was asleep on the floor. His hair was messed up and his clothes disheveled in a way that made his body beg to be pounced on. <br /> <br />He reached down and gently shook his shoulder. Rezo came awake at once. <br /><br />“Good morning,” Oren said. <br /> <br />Rezo rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stretched. Then he smirked at him. Oren wasn't sure how to interpret that. <br /><br />“I'm wearing your clothes,” Oren said. <br /><br />“What a coincidence, I'm also wearing my clothes.” <br /><br />“I guess we have more in common than I thought.” <br /><br />Rezo chuckled. “How's your head?” <br /><br />“My head?” <br /><br />“I tried to make you drink plenty of water before you passed out, but it kept coming back up. So you've got to be pretty hungover.” <br /><br />Oh god. “Not really, my mouth is kind of dry, but that's all.” <br /><br />Rezo snorted. “Of course you're not hungover, life seems to have a way of being unfair in your favor.” <br /><br />Oren didn't know about that. “So, um, what happened last night?” <br /><br />“I don't know if you want to know.” <br /><br />“What?” That wasn't good. Or maybe it was. “I didn't do anything um, sexual, with anyone, did I?” Oren tried not to sound hopeful. <br /><br />“You grabbed my crotch, but that's about it.” <br /><br />“I—what?” Oren felt the blush rising in his face. Rezo had to be joking. <br /><br />“I was buckling you into the seat of the van and you grabbed me.” <br /><br />“Oh god, I'm so sorry,” Oren was starting to remember it. “Did you slap my hand?” <br /><br />“Eh,” Rezo shrugged. “You seemed to be reduced to a toddler level of comprehension.” <br /><br />Oren closed his eyes as if he could shut out the memories that were steadily returning. <br /><br />“What's the last thing you remember?” <br /><br />“Bits and pieces, but the last part that's clear is when I was sitting on a couch at the bar.” <br /><br />“Ok, I'll give you the abridged version. I gave you a ride here to Jeff and Manny's place, you puked in Manny's van and all over yourself. I cleaned everything—including you—up, put you in the clothes I brought for myself, and then you passed out on the couch forcing me to sleep on the floor.” <br /><br />“I think you were right, I really didn't want to know.” <br /><br />“Ready to go home?” <br /><br />Oren's eyes widened, “Oh god, Norman—” <br /><br />“I called him last night, I told him you fell asleep on the couch and were spending the night.” <br /><br />“You did?” <br /><br />“Yeah, so don't worry about that, but Manny's van still smells pretty bad, so you might want to apologize to him later.” <br /><br />“I really screwed up last night, didn't I?” <br /><br />“It's a learning experience. Just don't do it again.” <br /><br />If there was ever a time when he deserved a spanking, it was now. And not even a sexy one, but a real one. He felt incredibly guilty. He almost wished he could just ask Rezo to do it. <br /><br />“So, um, am I in trouble?” <br /><br />“Well, the police didn't catch you and I destroyed that ID of yours, so this should never happen again.” Rezo looked away and for a moment Oren thought he was going to say something, but then he seemed to change his mind. “I don't think Jeff or Will are going to be waking up anytime soon. Why don't I give you a ride home?” <br /><br />“Ok,” Oren said. That single word didn't come close to covering all the things he wanted to say. <br /><br />“I rinsed out your clothes but they need to be washed, so I put them in a plastic bag. You can just give me back my clothes later.” <br /><br />“Um, thank you.” Oren was feeling progressively worse. <br /><br /> <br /><br />When they left the apartments, Oren recognized them as the ones people from his neighborhood had protested. There had been a fear that they would reduce the property value of the nearby homes. Oren didn't mention that to Rezo. <br /><br />Oren was quiet on the drive back to his house. When it was time for him to get out of the car, he had difficulty making his legs obey. <br /><br />“This is your stop,” Rezo reminded him gently. <br /><br />“You're not going to come up? I mean, what I did was really terrible…I behaved really badly last night.” <br /><br />“You did.” Rezo shrugged. <br /><br />“And you're not going to…do anything about it?” <br /><br />“I told you I wouldn't, besides you seem like you feel bad enough.” <br /><br />That the problem. He felt terrible. He wanted to get it over with instead of feeling bad about it all day. <br /><br />“I feel like I'm getting off too easy.” <br /><br />“Do you want me to spank you? Because that's what you sound like.” <br /><br />“No, of course not,” Oren said before he realized he probably shouldn't protest so much. “But maybe there were some benefits with the way things were.” <br /><br />“Look, it wasn't my place to do that. It's not what friends do.” <br /><br />“Friends look out for one another. What if I'd gone home with some random person and ended up chopped up in his freezer?” <br /><br />Rezo looked like he was torn between being disturbed or amused by that analogy. <br /> <br />“Friends can talk each other out of stupid decisions,” Rezo said. “Honestly though, who you sleep with isn't any of my business.” <br /> <br />Oren didn't like the direction this conversation was taking. He very much wanted who he slept with to be Rezo's business. <br /> <br />“But it could be.” Oren's voice was sincere, embarrassingly so. It would be impossible to pretend what he'd said was anything but an offer. <br /> <br />Rezo tensed and his gaze fixed on a point in the distance. “I was afraid this would happen.” <br /> <br />Oren was suddenly unable to breathe. <br /> <br />“Look,” Rezo said, his voice soft, like he was trying to let him down gently. “I know you must have certain feelings—” <br /> <br />“Don't.” <br /> <br />Rezo was quiet for a moment. “I'm sorry, this is my fault.” <br /> <br />Oren didn't really care whose fault it was, it didn't make it any less painful. <br /> <br />“It's not a big deal,” Oren said. “Just forget about it.” He certainly wanted to. <br /> <br />“No, it is a big deal and I should have said something sooner.” <br /> <br />“Stop.” <br /> <br />“It's not just you.” <br /> <br />“What's not just me?” <br /> <br /> “I'm attracted to you too and I let things get out of hand. I'm sorry.” <br /> <br />“Wait,” Oren was having difficulty understanding what Rezo was saying. “You're attracted to me?” <br /><br />“Yes.” Rezo's expression was so serious, so remorseful, it killed any joy that admission should have caused. “But I made a promise that I wouldn't date anyone until I finish school.” <br /><br />Oren frowned. “A lot of people date while they're in college.” <br /><br />“It was a promise.” Rezo shrugged. “Besides, relationships really are distracting. This way I can focus on my studies.” <br /> <br />“But, that takes years, doesn't it? I mean, obviously it does, but how much longer do you have left?” <br /> <br />“A long time.” <br /> <br />“Why didn't you tell me this?” <br /> <br />“Because I liked the way things were.” <br /> <br />Oren could see the apology in Rezo's eyes. A lump formed in his throat and he turned to examine the dashboard. He ran is finger through a thin line of dust. He was surprised it was there; it didn't match his idea of Rezo. <br /><br />“I liked the way things were too.” Oren kept his eyes focused on the pattern he was tracing. <br /> <br />“I was being selfish. I liked flirting with you too much.” <br /> <br />“You weren't very good at it, because I wasn't even sure if you were flirting most of the time.” <br /><br />Rezo captured Oren's hand, pulling it away from the dashboard. His grasp was warm and solid and it drew Oren back into the moment. <br /> <br />Rezo smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. “I'm sorry.” <br /> <br />Oren sighed. He'd finally had the courage to tell him how he felt and then was rejected for a reason he'd never even imagined. He had always thought that if only Rezo was attracted to him, then everything would work out. <br /> <br />“I want something from you first, before we agree to just be friends.” <br /><br />“What?” Rezo looked like he wanted to promise Oren anything but was terrified of what he might ask. <br /> <br />“A goodbye kiss.” <br /> <br />Rezo's frowned. “I'm not going anywhere.” <br /> <br />“You know what I mean.” <br /> <br />“No, not really.” <br /> <br />“Just this one time and that's it.” Oren searched Rezo's face, trying to read his reaction. “It'll do wonders for my pride.” <br /> <br />Rezo smirked at the last part. “Well…I wouldn't want you to feel bad about yourself, but I don't think that would make anything better.” <br /><br />“You'd be doing me a service.” <br /><br />“Would I now?” Rezo smiled and Oren felt a warmth spread though his chest. But it didn't last, Rezo was already shaking his head. He let go of Oren's hand. “It wouldn't be right.” <br /> <br />“Fine. Whatever.” So he wasn't even willing to give him that. A total loss without even a consolation prize. Oren's eyes were starting to blur and he decided it was best if he got out of the car as quickly as possible. He grabbed the handle and shoved but nothing happened. He'd forgotten the ole deathtrap had to be unlocked manually. If he did decide that he never wanted to see Rezo again, he certainly wouldn't miss the car. <br /> <br />“Oren, wait.” <br /> <br />Oren finally got the door unlocked, but he slammed it open so hard it sprang back on him. And his seat belt was still on. His anger was making it ridiculously difficult to escape. <br /><br />“Don't leave like this.” Rezo touched his shoulder and Oren jerked away from his hand. He turned to undo the buckle. <br /> <br />He felt Rezo's hands grip his upper arms, forcing him to turn towards him. <br /> <br />Oren opened his mouth to protest and Rezo silenced him with his. <br /> <br />It was rough and needy. Noses were smashed together and both their faces were scratched with stubble. Rezo's eyes were closed while Oren's were wide open. Or at least they were until his brain accepted the message that yes, this was finally happening and he remembered how to kiss back. <br /><br />Rezo was holding him tightly, his lips demanding as they sought a response from him. Even though Oren knew it couldn't possibly be what he intended, it felt as if he was trying to brand the word “mine” into every fiber of his being. Oren melted into it, only too willing to let himself be tagged, labeled and marked. <br /> <br />Rezo released him suddenly; sending him back into his seat with a gentle shove. As if to move the source of his temptation to a slightly more distant location. <br /> <br />“So that's it. Now we're just friends.” Rezo's voice was rough and his mouth was red. Oren was proud to be the one responsible. “Are you ok?” <br /><br />Oren nodded, trying to ignore the concern in Rezo's eyes. He didn't want to be reminded that this was an end and not a beginning. Tomorrow he could spend the whole day wallowing in misery and regret, but he didn't want to think about that now. Not when he still had the taste of him on his lips. <br /> <br />Still not ready to speak and not any more clear headed, Oren finally managed to exit the car. He didn't say goodbye or wave. <br /> <br />But he stayed to watch until it disappeared from sight. <br /><br /> </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/2012/01/unwholesome-things-part-10.html">Chapter Ten</a></span></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/p/contemporary.html">Master List of Chapters</a></span></span></div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> <br /> </span>A. K. Bantlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13213957611410246821noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050229474627955066.post-21033809304629537002011-10-31T12:53:00.000-04:002012-03-28T10:30:42.438-04:00Unwholesome Things - Part 8<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>Beta
by LP, all remaining mistakes are entirely my fault.</i></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So…”
Jeff said, apparently unable to speak more than a single word before
being overcome by his need to take another bite of his sandwich.
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Sitting
at the park, enduring an entire conversation meted out between bites
of food, with<i> Jeff</i>,
was not how Oren was supposed to be spending his afternoon. But the
bus had already emptied and left and Rezo had not arrived.
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Since
Rezo spends so much time with you.” Jeff didn't bother to swallow
before he added a handful of chips. When he spoke again his words
were distorted by the still unfinished chewing process. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Does that
mean he's gay now?”
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No,
of course not,” Oren gave him the look that comment deserved. “It's
not contagious.” Although
admittedly, Oren's life would be better if it was.
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You
two spend a lot of time together, and he walks you to and from your
house all chivalrous-like.”</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“He
doesn't always walk me here, I mean, I came by myself today.” In a
fit of bravado, Oren had offered to meet Rezo at the park. He'd
wanted to prove his independence. Which was a mistake. If he'd let
Rezo come to him he wouldn't be sitting here feeling like the words
“stood up” were flashing above his head.
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ok,
one time you came by yourself.” Jeff paused. “What'd he do, make
you promise to keep your love affair a secret?”</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“We
are not having a love affair.” Oren tried to say the words “love
affair” with the same tone Jeff had used, as if they were something
only sentimental idiots and women had.
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
think he feels sorry for me, that's all. He wants me to be less of a
recluse.”
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Jeff
was silent for a moment, then he nodded. “Rezo is a nice guy like
that, always showing new students around and helping people out.”
His curiosity sated, Jeff's interest returned to his sandwich.
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Despite
what he'd said, Oren wasn't pleased to have their relationship
explained away so easily. Although he imagined it was true. It was
easier to believe than any alternative. He didn't actually know that
much about Rezo. They'd never exchanged phone numbers. He didn't know
where he lived, only that it was close enough to share the same bus
stop.
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It
would have been funny if he'd turned out to be gay. All the cute
girls are always all over him.”</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ah,”
Oren said. He wished he could think of a witty response that would
not only be brilliant, but would simultaneously discourage Jeff from
bringing up such uncomfortable topics ever again. But all he could
come up with was “ah.” When was he going to get better at this?
The time he'd spent with Rezo certainly hadn't helped. The only new
skills he'd developed had to do with asking someone to stop and being
completely ignored.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What
are you working on?” Oren asked to change the subject, pointing at
the papers spread across the table. The way Jeff was eating he was
likely to get food on them. Oren hoped he would.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Actually,
I'm proofreading one of Rezo's.”</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What's
it about?”
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It's
contrasting the use of corporal punishment in white versus blue
collar homes.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><i>Of
course it was.</i> “Extolling the superiority of blue collar
methods in every way?” Oren rolled his eyes.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No,
it's completely the opposite.”</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It
is?” Oren tilted his head to the side as if Jeff would make more
sense if viewed from another angle. “Do white collar families use
more corporal punishment?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Jeff
gave him an odd look. “No blue collar families do, the paper is
arguing against using corporal punishments of any kind.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Apparently
Oren was losing his hearing. “What?”</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You
know, the whole argument of people raising children to behave the way
they're treated in their careers?” Jeff seemed to deduce from
Oren's expression that he did, in fact, not know. “Followers raise
followers and leaders raise leaders, or some crap like that.”
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"Did
he write that because his teacher would disapprove of his real
views?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"Those
are his real views."</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"They
can't be."
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Why
do you care so much? Are you planning on raising kids together or
something?"
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Just
shut up.” One more homophobic comment and Oren was not going to
responsible for his actions.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Jeff
slowly set down his bag of chips. “Man, you're really upset about
this.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
forced himself to calm down. Jeff wasn't the person he needed to be
having this conversation with.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I'm
not, forget it,” Oren said.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You
can tell me what's bothering you.” Jeff leaned forward and Oren
reflexively leaned back. “I'm a psych major, so not only do I like
listening to people's problems, but it's practice for my future
career.”</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> “Do
you want me to cry on your shoulder too?”</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Come
on, don't be like that.”</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Why
would I care? It's not like we're going to breed, as you pointed
out.”</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So,
why do you think Rezo approves of corporal punishment?”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">God
he was persistent. “Well, not all corporal punishment, but maybe
just things like spanking.” Oren received a skeptical look. “And
uh, maybe not with children, but more as a motivational tool for
adults.”</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Rezo
thinks it's a good idea to spank adults?” Jeff quirked an eyebrow
at Oren, as if he needed a reminder of how insane this conversation
was.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The
subject was beginning to have another effect on Oren. Damn his
stupid, stupid, pale coloration. The worst part was that the more
aware he was that he was blushing, the more embarrassed he would feel
and the more noticeable it would become. It was a hateful cycle.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
don't know.” Oren looked away. “Why would I know?” God he was
bad at this.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You're
blushing.”</span></div>
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</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I'm
not.” One day, Oren would learn not to lie about things that were
blatantly obvious. “I mean, it's not like that.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The
silence that followed insisted on knowing exactly<i>
</i>what it was like.</span></div>
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</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It
was just when he made me write those apologies, I didn't want to at
first and he kind of got <i>forceful</i>.”</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
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<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Um,
sorry to break it to you, but most guys would have gotten a lot more
than 'forceful' with you after what you did.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But
not like that. He didn't hit me, I mean, he didn't hit me that way.”
Oren shut his mouth, abruptly aware that he was nailing himself into
a verbal coffin.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“He
didn't hit you what way? You're not making any sense.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Never
mind.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oren?”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Look,
it's not important. He just had the wrong impression of me, he
thought I had done…” Oren searched for a suitably ambiguous
euphemism and failed, “s<i>omething</i> to other people and he
wanted to uh, do that <i>something</i>
back to me because he…” Why did
Rezo do it? Oren had absolutely no idea. “Fuck I don't
know.” Jeff was staring at him. “Just forget about it, it's
stupid. I don't care if Rezo thinks spanking kids is bad for them. It
has nothing to do with me.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oren,
you and Rezo don't…?” Jeff swallowed as if something bitter was
creeping up his throat.
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
don't want to talk about this anymore.” But it was too late. Oren
could actually see comprehension seeping into Jeff's features.
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oh
god, you do. You spank each other.” Jeff's expression was
everything Oren had feared it would be. “Dude, that's kind of gay."</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Jeff—”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Sorry,
I don't mean to insult you. But it is, sort of.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
hid his face in his hands, he wished they were large enough to hide
the rest of him. Or that he was smaller. He felt small enough. Like a
gnat.
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> “It
doesn't make any sense,” Jeff said. “It goes against everything
he believes in.”
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Apparently
he believes in different things around different people,” Oren
mumbled through his fingers.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So
what, if he fails a test, then you…?”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No.”
Oren's head snapped up. “Nothing like that, I've never spanked
him.” Oren's eyes widened when he realized what he had just
implied.
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Jeff
was silent. Not only had Oren managed to shock him speechless, but he
hadn't taken another bite of food since the subject had come up. Oren
deserved a plaque to hang on his wall. The fancy kind, with
scrollwork.
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Can
we just pretend I never said anything?” Oren asked.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
don't think that's possible.” Jeff straightened up as if something
important had occurred to him. “So it was just the once?” His
tone was hopeful.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Of
course, yeah, just the once,” Oren said, deciding damage control
was more important than honesty.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Is
that true?”
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Yes?”
Oren didn't mean for it to come out as a question.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“How
many times?"</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
didn't answer immediately. “I don't know, not quite double digits I
think.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That's
not ok.” Jeff looked uneasy. “It's not every day you discover
your best friend's a spousal abuser.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“He's
not abusing me,” Oren said, almost forgetting the rest of the
denial. “And I'm not his spouse.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“That's
not the point. Are you sleeping together?"</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"Do
you, um, like it?"</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">For
a moment Oren thought Jeff was still referring to sex, but then he
realized what he meant. "No. Of course not." Oren turned
his head as if he could hide how infernally red his face was getting.
But it was futile, he could feel it all the way down his neck.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oh
god, you do like it.”
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"Isn't
your psychology training supposed to make you a little more
sensitive?"</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"Sorry,
this is just…” Jeff sighed and Oren had absolutely no idea
whether it was in resignation, relief, or something else entirely.
“You have to talk to him about this, and if this is anything other
than a—I can't believe I'm saying this—but if it's anything but a
mutual kinky-sex-thing, you need to stop."</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"It's
not a sex thing," Oren said. Although he honestly didn't know
what it was. He just didn't want to hear the words “kinky-sex-thing”
come out of Jeff's mouth ever again.
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"A
sex-thing is certainly better than an abuse-thing."</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"Promise
me you won't tell anyone, especially not Rezo. No jokes, no
innuendos. Not ever."</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Then
you have to tell him. I'll give you today. If you don't talk to him,
I'll bring it up with him tomorrow.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You
can't do that.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Jeff
smiled. “Speak of the devil.” He gestured at something behind
Oren with his chin.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
turned to watch as Rezo exited the bus. He felt a whole slurry of
emotions, only a fraction of them pleasant.
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo's
expression was worried as he rushed toward them.
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Hey,
I'm really sorry Oren. I didn't mean to be late. It's just I got
stuck and missed the bus. I don't have your phone number so I
couldn't call. We should exchange numbers.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">That
was progress at least.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Nice
to see you too Rezo.” Jeff rolled his eyes. “But don't panic I
kept your boyfriend entertained.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The
word “boyfriend” sent shock down Oren's body. It was amazing how
something meant to be an insult could sound like such a good idea.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Be
nice, Jeffery,” Rezo said, as he slid onto the bench next to Oren.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“He
knows I'm joking. Right, Oren?”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Um,
yeah.” Possibly.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“See?”
Jeff smiled at Rezo's skeptical look. “Hey, I kept him company. We
had a nice conversation.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I'm
sure.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It
was very enlightening.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Why
do you always call him Jeffery instead of Jeff?” Oren interrupted
before Jeff could elaborate. Jeff still seemed uneasy, even if he was
making an effort to hide it. Oren didn't trust him not to say
something when it was obviously still on his mind.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oh
that. Heh.” Rezo grinned. “Jeffery used to make up nicknames for
himself. Really, really awful ones that he thought were cool. Like
'Jefted' as a pun on 'gifted' and 'Ree' since 'Jeff' was too common.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You
don't have to tell him this, I was like, ten.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Try
twelve. Then there was the Old West phase, he wanted to be 'Slim' or
'Rafter' or 'Diablo.' The worst part was that he gave them to
himself. That breaks the first rule of nicknaming.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Were
there actual nickname regulations? Oren decided not to ask.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It
wasn't my fault my friends weren't very creative,” Jeff said.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“We
had some suggestions.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Not
<i>good</i> ones. Jesus, Will wanted to call me 'Scooter.'”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
laughed. “I forgot about that. That was almost as bad as—”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Don't
say it or I'll give you a couple-name.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">A
couple-name? Casual, peer interaction was so much more complicated
than Oren was ever likely to understand.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“There's
just one of me, Jeffrey.” Rezo said.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You
spend so much time with Oren though, you deserve it. I hereby dub
thee 'Rezen.'”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Resin?”
Rezo snorted. “As in tree sap?”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Both
Jeff and Rezo seemed to think it was hilarious but Oren didn't get
it.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No
wait, how about 'Orzo,'” Jeff said. “That's even better. Oren's
name should definitely come first, since you're obviously the bitch
in the relationship.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
made a sound as he abruptly sucked in air without meaning to. That's
what a couple-name was? He glanced at Rezo to see how he was taking
this. Rezo didn't seem offended, but when he noticed Oren was looking
at him, something in Oren's expression caused him to frown.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Anyway,”
Rezo said. “Because of the numerous infractions, I revoked all of
his nickname privileges. So now he's stuck being called by his full
name. Forever.”
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Jeff
stood and began to gather his things.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What?”
Rezo asked. “You don't want to stay for more heartwarming tales of
childhood friendship, Diablo?” Rezo smirked.
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I'm
going home.” Jeff was too serious, later Oren would learn to
interpret this behavior as a warning. “I'll email the corrections
on your paper to you Rezo, I didn't get a chance to finish it,
because I ended up showing it to Oren.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It
was as if Oren had been doused in frigid water.
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“He
found your views on spanking interesting and surprising. Maybe you
could explain the finer points to him. I don't think I was really
able to get a handle on where your head is at.” Jeff smiled and
waved. “See you later.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Jeff
was clearly not to be trusted. Ever.
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo's
eyes were wide. He sat unmoving until he seemed to realize that Oren
was waiting for a reaction. He stood up and moved to take the seat
Jeff had vacated. Either because he wanted to talk face to face or
because he wanted distance, or both.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So
you, um, read my paper?” Rezo asked.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
didn't read it, but Jeff told me what it was about.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ah.”
Rezo rubbed the back of his neck. He attempted a smile, but it was
hardly convincing.
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"If
you don't believe it does any good, why do you do it to me?"</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It's
not necessarily, that it doesn't do any good. It's just that
statistics have shown it's not more effective than non-physical
techniques and that it's used less in households with higher social
status.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Could
your answer possibly be any more evasive?”
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">In
a way, it was satisfying how miserable Rezo looked.
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"I
don't know why exactly.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Good
to know you have such sound reasoning behind it.” Oren crossed his
arms, a pose usually reserved for Rezo.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> “I
guess the first time I was angry and I wanted to teach you what it
felt like to be on the receiving end."</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"As
opposed to…?”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"My
opinion of you was wrong, ok? You tried to tell me then, but I didn't
believe you. I'm sorry.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What
about after that? It wasn't exactly a fluke.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
don't know. It seemed to work with you."</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So
I changed your mind about it?” Oren was actually ok with that
explanation. People grew, views changed, it was all part of life.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No,
I still think it's not the best way to discipline children. Their
minds are still developing and it could have a negative effect,
especially if done in anger or excess.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“But
I'm already screwed up, so it's ok?”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No,
don't be ridiculous.” Rezo glanced around as if he expected to find
the right answer written down somewhere waiting for him. “It's just
sometimes it seemed like you were trying to provoke me to do it.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
blinked. Rezo had obviously not found the correct answer.
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So
it was my fault that you acted against your principles?” Oren said.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No,
that's not what I meant.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"Apparently,
you didn't mean a lot of things."</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"Stop
twisting my words, you're just escalating things.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
glared at him and Rezo averted his gaze.
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You
know what? This is crazy.” Rezo began jerking his textbooks out of
his backpack. “You're an adult. You should be responsible for your
own behavior.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“As
in?”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“As
in: I'm not going to treat you like a child anymore. No more
punishments.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Of
all the ways he'd expected this confrontation to go, this outcome
hadn't been one of them. Oren wasn't sure how he felt about it. As
much as he still wanted to argue, he was completely confused as to
what side of the argument he was supposed to be on.
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It's
late and I need to study,” Rezo said.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
said nothing, but he took out his sketch pad. His eyes had trouble
focusing on the paper as he moved his pencil lightly over it, unaware
of what he was drawing.
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He
should have been relieved. How many times had he tried to talk his
way out of a spanking? Now he would never have to be in that position
again. It was as if he had stumbled across the eternal get out of
jail free card. This was good.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But
he didn't feel good. In fact, if it wasn't absolutely the most
ridiculous notion ever, he might have thought he felt disappointed.
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"></span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">A few days later Oren had come to an understanding about how he felt about the change in their relationship. He found he was perfectly fine with never being threatened with a paddle, brush, or switch again.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">But that was the only thing he was fine with. A huge dynamic of their relationship had been erased, which had left behind some disastrous consequences. Rezo no longer had an excuse to come inside his room. Which meant that every interaction began and ended in a public location. They had almost no excuse to touch anymore. Oren was beginning to fear they would never have any physical contact ever again. The mere thought of that left him feeling hollow.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Another problem was that Oren hadn't sorted out what he thought about the whole spanking thing. He'd established that he didn't like pain (maybe) or at least not too much of it. He liked being manhandled and sometimes even threatened (to an extent). And while he'd never admit it to another human being, sometimes he still fantasized about being spanked when he touched himself. Which was odd since he didn't actually enjoy it when it was happening. It was a mystery that occupied a lot of his thoughts and it would never be solved if he didn't have a way to explore it.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Which is how the insanity started. The insanity in which Oren actually began trying to get spanked. </span></div>
<div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">
</span><br />
<div lang="en-US" style="line-height: 114%; margin-bottom: 0.17in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He started with something that he knew would bother Rezo. He'd been
spanked more than once for the improper use of his binoculars, so he
couldn't see how it could fail. Besides, it had been a while since
he'd gotten a good look at the students that rode the bus and he may
as well enjoy it when he had the chance.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So
is <i>The Death of a Salesman</i> any good? I've never read it,”
Oren asked.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It's
kind of slow, but I just started reading it…” Rezo frowned at
him. “How did you know I was reading that?”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oh,
um…” Oren looked down, doing his best to look as guilty as
possible.
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Where
you spying on me again or did you go through my stuff?” Rezo
crossed his arms. Oren loved it when he struck his
firm-but-tolerant-disciplinarian pose.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“It
wasn't like that. I swear. I didn't go through your things, I just…”
Oren let his words trail off into a condemning silence.
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Decided
to spy on me?”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
know. But it was the first time in a really long time since I've used
my binoculars. I'm sorry. I can't believe I said that about the book.
If I'd said nothing you never would have known.” Oren hoped
claiming the only problem was getting caught would have additional
impact.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Seriously,
you're lucky I'm not going to spank you anymore.” Rezo shook his
head, but he seemed unlikely to do anything else and Oren had run out
of words to provoke him with. Damn.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Lucky
for me,” Oren said, trying not to sound too disappointed. This
might be harder than he thought.
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">The
attempt, however, was not entirely without consequence because the next day Rezo brought him a surprise.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Fair?”
Rezo asked.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
frowned at the padlock marring the sleek lines of his binocular case.
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
don't know.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“This
will give you a break from people-watching. I'll give you the key
back in a few weeks.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
felt like a five year old. “I don't need this kind of
intervention.” He honestly didn't, but it wasn't like he could tell
Rezo that he'd done it on purpose. If he knew Oren wanted to be
punished, it was likely to be counterproductive.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
seemed to be waiting for a response.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
groaned. “Do what you want.” At least is wasn't a total loss, he had managed to get Rezo to come up to his room. Not to mention Rezo was still acting like he was responsible for Oren's behavior, whether he would admit it or not. Oren certainly wasn't going to be the one to point these incongruities out, not when they were moving things in the right direction. </span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"> </span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
tried again in the car.
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“So
how many weeks have you allowed your engine to squeak like this?”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo's
glance was measured. “Don't start.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You
say it's just a belt and it's just noisy, but I think it could be
really dangerous.” Oren watched Rezo's fingers tighten on the
wheel.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oren
I told you—”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Not
because it's going to fall apart, but because it's distracting. How
can you focus on your driving when your thoughts are interrupted
every millisecond by an annoying screech?”
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
manage to drive with you in the car,” Rezo said, his voice deadpan.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
ignored that.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
mean it. It's so loud it has to be distracting to other drivers as
well.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Oren
stop.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“This
could be a serious threat to public safety. It's a miracle there
aren't major collisions everywhere you go.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Do
you know what you need?” Rezo's voice was almost a growl. It sent
delightful shivers down Oren's spine. This was it, Rezo was going to
throw down an ultimatum and then just one little nudge and Oren would
be exactly where he wanted—face down across Rezo's lap.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What?”
Oren tried to sound more nervous than excited, but he wasn't certain
he succeeded.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“A
driver's license.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“A…what?”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Then
you could drive yourself where you want to go. You wouldn't have to
listen to the squeaky belt and I wouldn't have to listen to you
complain.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Very
funny.” Oren glared at him. “Just because—”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Don't
make me drive you to the DMV.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
closed his mouth and looked out the window. He wasn't sure if that
was a serious threat. If it was anyone else he would have assumed it
was a joke. It wasn't like Rezo could force him to take the driver's
test.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">However,
Rezo could be very difficult to say no to. But even if he made him
take it, he certainly couldn't make him pass.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
snuck a look at Rezo.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">He
decided it wasn't worth the risk.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
</div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">It
was Jeff that gave him his next opportunity. Which was fitting, since
not only was everything his fault, but he continually tried to make
Oren's life more difficult by trying to get him to talk about what
had happened. Other than briefly telling him he'd settled things with
Rezo, Oren wasn't willing to say anything. But that didn't stop Jeff
from giving him pointed looks and baited comments.
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What
time are you going to Will's party?” Jeff asked Rezo.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I'll
be there around eight,” Rezo said.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What
party?” Oren asked.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“At
O'Regan's tonight, are you coming?”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“No,
he's not,” Rezo answered for him.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Why
not?” Oren was genuinely offended. Will was the only one of Rezo's
friends he truly liked.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Because
you're not twenty-one yet and it's at a bar.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“What
about all of Will's friends that are underage?”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I
don't know, but it's his twenty-first birthday so that's where he
chose to celebrate.” Rezo gave him a firm look. “You can't go.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">"Or
else," Jeff whispered to Oren.
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
glared at him. Jeff smiled and hooked an arm around Oren's shoulders.
Oren tried to shrug him off, but Jeff was annoyingly persistent, like
some type of social limpet.
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I'll
wish him a happy birthday for you,” Jeff said.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Thanks.”
Oren made the word sound as hostile as possible.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“You're
squishing him,” Rezo said, moving towards Jeff and Oren. Jeff let
go of Oren's shoulders and stepped back.
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
was stunned when Rezo put his arm around his shoulders. It felt so
incredibly different than when Jeff did it. Oren was aware of the
firmness of his side and the warmth of his skin through his shirt.
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Orzo,”
Jeff said with a snort.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
didn't care. It would be impossible for Jeff to ruin this moment.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“I'm
just warding off weirdos,” Rezo grinned. “I'm sure we'll get
together and do something else for Will soon. You're right, Oren, not
all of his friends are twenty-one.”</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Ok,”
was all Oren could say.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Rezo
squeezed Oren once and let go. He shouldered his backpack and waved
before he left.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Jeff
had that look again, like he wanted to stay behind and ask something.
He was interrupted, however, when Rezo grabbed the back of his shirt
and yanked him backwards.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Hey!”
Jeff said.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">“Come
on, you don't want to be late.” Rezo continued to walk, not looking
to see if Jeff was following.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Jeff
rolled his eyes, waved at Oren and then followed Rezo.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Oren
didn't know if Rezo had rescued him on purpose, but either way he
appreciated it.</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>
<div lang="en-US" style="margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;">Being
free of Jeff was always a relief, but this time it also allowed him to get started immediately on his next plan.
</span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/2011/11/unwholesome-things-part-9.html">Chapter Nine</a> </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://akbantling.blogspot.com/p/contemporary.html"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Master List of Chapters</span></a></span></div>A. K. Bantlinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13213957611410246821noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5050229474627955066.post-11991442808176046472011-10-26T22:19:00.000-04:002011-10-26T22:19:05.335-04:00Things That Go Smack in the Night - by LP<br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><i>This story was gifted to me from LP. </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><i>I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did! </i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin gave the wooden bars another hopeless shake. The lock chattered like mocking laughter. He turned his back, huddling into the corner with a shuddering sigh. His eyes burned but he scrubbed them hard with the back of his hand and stared into the darkness at the back of the cage. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The rattle of another lock echoed down the stone corridor, and the ponderous scrape and creak of the heavy door to the dungeons being pushed open. Arvin sat bolt upright, his heart thundering. He gripped the bars in trembling hands, straining through the gloom for some warning of his approaching doom.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">A shadow, a blacker patch in the dimness, advanced down the corridor, backlit by the one guttering torch Arvin had set in the bracket by the door. The monster came into view and jerked to a stop, looming just far enough away that Arvin couldn’t make out anything but the terrifying size of it, the haze of hair on its bulky arms. Arms that were currently planted, fist first, on its hips.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Of all the stupid…”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The voice was deep and rumbly, but remarkably human. It shook its head in a very familiar expression of disbelief and disgust. It came closer. Hands reached out and Arvin shrank back.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“What are you doing in there?”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Now that it was closer, Arvin could make out the features of a man. A very tall, muscular man, but a man all the same. Heavy brows were knitted over eyes that looked black in the low light. A mouth that Arvin would have found very interesting under other circumstances was thinned in disapproval.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Well,” he demanded, working the lock as he spoke. “I said what are you doing in there?”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I—” Arvin stuttered, “I was just looking. But the door closed and I couldn’t open it.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The man scoffed. “Silly boy, that’s what it’s designed to do.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin drew himself up to the entirety of his inconsiderable height. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I’m not a boy.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Might as well be, for all the sense you seem to be lacking. What </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">are you doing in my dungeon anyway?”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I, I wanted to see if the stories about the castle were true. I bet Brant that it was all a bunch of nonsense.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“And what have you concluded?”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Are you going to eat me?”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The man huffed a strange laugh. “I wasn’t planning on it. Would you like me to?”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin’s brow furrowed. “Ummm, no. Please, sir.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The man shrugged. “I had a stew prepared anyway. Wouldn’t want to waste it.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The lock opened and the man swung wide the cage door. “Come on then.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin eyed him warily. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Well? I said I wouldn’t eat you, didn’t I?”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin inched forward. “Just making sure.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“For such a fearless lad you’re a bit nervous, aren’t you?”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I’m not nervous.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The man’s mouth quirked. “Ok, kid.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin slid past him and darted a few feet away. “I’m—am I free to go?”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The man shrugged. “You will be, on Monday morning.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“But, but that’s three days away!”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Well if you’re on a schedule, why on earth did you decide to explore the wicked wizard’s castle anyway?”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I didn’t believe the stories.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Well, some of that’s smart, I suppose. Not many of them are true.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“So why won’t you let me leave?”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“You’re free to leave, with my blessing. But the forest’s impassible on high days and holidays. That part’s true, at least. You just picked a bad time to go adventuring, kid.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“But—” Arvin bit back a shuddering protest. “But my mother will be worried.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The man barked a laugh. “If she lets you out without a keeper, I’d say she’s not nearly worried enough.” He smiled to soften the remark. “Sorry, kid, them’s the rules. I didn’t make them up.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The man turned to leave the dungeon. Arvin hurried to follow him. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“But aren’t you the wicked wizard?”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“No.”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Then what are you doing here?”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I bought the castle from the wizard’s heir. She didn’t want it.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“You mean the wizard’s dead?”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Going on ten years now.”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“You’ve been here that long?”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Most of it.”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Wow. You don’t look that old.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The man paused and glowered at Arvin over his shoulder. Arvin shrank back. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I mean—”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“You talk more than is good for you, kid. Just shut up and come along. You’re going to make me burn my stew.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin shoveled spoonfuls of meaty broth into his mouth.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“’Liss id gud,” he mumbled around a mouthful of potatoes. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“You have appalling manners.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“And you talk funny.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“See?”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin frowned, puzzled, but the man only snorted in amusement and went back to eating.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“What’s your name, anyway,” Arvin asked. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Thomas. What’s yours?”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Arvin.” </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Eat your stew, Arvin.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The young man bristled at being bossed around, but eyeing the other man’s size out of the corner of his eye, he decided not to say anything. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“So if you’re not the wizard, what are you doing out here?”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“It’s quiet, and people usually leave me alone.”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Don’t you like people?”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Thomas lifted one shoulder, still concentrating on his stew. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Sometimes. But it’s easier to work with the peace and quiet. If I get lonely I go into town. Except on high days and holidays.” He grinned.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“What kind of work do you do?”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Thomas scraped stew out of his bowl with a hunk of soft, grainy bread. “I’ll show you later. Eat.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin trailed his fingers reverently across the cool marble. “They’re beautiful,” he breathed.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“You like them?” Thomas said, the typical gruffness blunted with something like pleasure.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin wandered in slow, deliberate circles through the sculptures placed about the room. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“You did these?” </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“It’s a hobby.”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“It’s amazing.”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin jumped at Thomas’s touch on his arm, though it was gentle. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“It’s late,” Thomas said. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I’m OK.”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“But I’m not. And the castle isn’t safe at night. Come on.”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Thomas led him up the stairs and into a large bedroom. There were two plush chairs set in front of a crackling fire, a desk, and a huge bed, draped in maroon silks. Arvin gulped. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I…” Arvin’s pulse thumped. All of a sudden he was intensely aware of the man at his shoulder.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“You have to promise me you’ll stay in here all night,” Thomas said.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Yes, I—what? Won’t you be here to—“</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I’m just down the hall,” Thomas said. “It’s important that you don’t leave this room until I come for you in the morning. The old wizard was paranoid and had a wicked sense of humor. Do you understand?”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin’s mouth was dry. He watched Thomas’s lips, trying to pay attention to the words but from time to time Thomas’ tongue would swipe his bottom lip…</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Yes. Sure,” Arvin answered.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Thomas’s brows drew together. “All right,” he said after a long pause. “Get some rest. I’ll come for you before breakfast.”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Yeah, OK,” Arvin answered.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The castle was twice as intriguing at night. Now that he knew no one who could turn him into a toad lived here, Arvin felt braver than ever. The door to his room opened with only a tiny squeak of the hinges. Arvin held his breath, waiting, but there was no answering stir from the other end of the hall. He crept on tiptoes along the dark corridor and down the stairs. There had been far too many closed doors on that floor. There had to be interesting things behind them. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The first door on the left, at the bottom of the stairs, opened without protest. Arvin crept in and closed the door behind him. He discovered, with a frustrated huff, that it was a simple study. A large desk across the way was bathed in moonlight from the large window behind it. The walls all around were covered in bookshelves, each one full of books. Arvin hadn’t imagined so many books existed in the whole world. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">But nothing more interesting than that presented. He let himself back out and tried the next door. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">There was only one window in this room, a small, thin thing set too high in the wall to shine on anything but a tiny patch of floor. So what in here was so secret—or so dangerous—that there couldn’t be any other windows?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin kept his back to the door as he waited for his eyes to adjust. Even when the blackness melted into darker patches in a dark space, Arvin couldn’t make anything out. He decided caution was called for so he took only one step away from the door. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Something snuffled from the far corner. Arvin froze. It sounded like a wild animal, a bear, a wolf…or worse. Arvin reached one hand back for the handle of the door. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">It wasn’t there.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin whirled around, scrabbling all around the frame and face of the door but it was smooth and featureless. There was no handle. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">This time the corner snorted, a deep, dangerous sound, and started to growl. Arvin backed against the wall, his mind racing. The growl was moving closer. He could smell it now, an animal smell, something terrible with an appetite for trespassers. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The thing stopped growling. The silence was almost worse. Where was it? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">It roared.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin screamed, frantically grabbing about for something, anything to defend himself with. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The thing began to growl again, even closer now. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Something heavy landed on Arvin’s shoulder. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">He screamed, spinning around. To find Thomas standing there in a pool of candlelight. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">With a firm grip on Arvin’s shoulder he shook him. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“What did I tell you?”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“There’s something in here!”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Thomas huffed in frustration. He lifted the candelabra he was carrying. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Yes, there’s something in here. Look.”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin looked down to where Thomas was pointing. A small, fluffy dog stood two feet away, eyeing them with his head cocked. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“That? But it sounded like—“</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I told you the wizard had a wicked sense of humor, didn’t I? The dog sounds like something ten times its size, but it’s harmless.”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“But—”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“But that’s not the point. I told you not to wander, didn’t I?”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Well, yes, but I thought—“</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Doesn’t matter what you thought. I told you to stay in your room. You clearly have a problem with following instructions and not doing stupid things in general.”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Thomas’s beefy hand clamped down on Arvin’s arm, dragging him along after him out the door and up the stairs. Arvin wanted to protest that he was walking too fast, but he decided he’d better not.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Back in Arvin’s room, Thomas set down the candles, towing Arvin with him to the desk, where he took the straight-backed chair and set it down a few feet away, facing out. He sat down in it, pulling Arvin to stand beside him. Arvin stared at him in shock, anxiety boiling in his belly. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Thomas curled his fingers in the waistband of Arvin’s breeches, tugging them and his undershorts down with one quick movement.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Wait!”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">But Arvin might as well have said nothing for all the attention Thomas paid him. Arvin was jerked across Thomas’ large lap with frightening ease. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Wait, please, I’m sorry.”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Good.” </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Thomas’ huge hand landed on Arvin’s butt with crack. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Yeowch!” Arvin yelped. “That hurt!”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Good.”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">And the conversation seemed to be over. Thomas’ hand fell again. And again and again. He spanked hard and efficiently. Arvin squirmed and squealed but Thomas paid no attention. When he began to spank the lower crease of Arvin’s bottom, Arvin burst into tears. Thomas lit a blazing inferno on Arvin’s butt and he began to think that being mauled by the beast he’d thought he was trapped with only minutes before wouldn’t have hurt this much. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Please,” he sobbed. “Please stop. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please.”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Thomas landed four powerful smacks on Arvin’s thighs that made him buck and shout. But then Thomas laid his hot hand on Arvin’s lower back, just above the inferno that was his bottom. Arvin collapsed into a limp heap over Thomas’ lap, sobbing with no care for anything else except how much his bottom hurt.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">At some point Arvin realized that Thomas was stroking his back. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Shuhhhhh,” he murmured. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin scrubbed tears from his face and slid off Thomas’ lap, crumpling to his knees at Thomas’ feet, hiding his face in his hands. Thomas stroked once over Arvin’s hair. Arvin dropped his forehead onto Thomas’ thigh, struggling to stop crying. Thomas continued to stroke his hair, saying nothing. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Finally Arvin rubbed his wet eyes against Thomas’ breeches. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I’m sorry,” he gulped.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Think you can stay in your room for the rest of the night?”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin nodded, not looking up.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Thomas cupped a hand against Arvin’s cheek. “Good.”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">He stood and left the room, closing the door behind him, leaving </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin kneeling by the chair, his bottom on fire and his cheek tingling. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin had no idea how he’d be received the next morning, but not sure what other option there was anyway, he went down to breakfast. He was hungry, after all. There was nothing and no one in the kitchen where he’d eaten last night, except the lingering smell of bacon, so he followed it and found a large dining room where Thomas was setting out food. Two places were set. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Perfect timing,” he said. “I was about to come and get you.” </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin blushed, though he didn’t know why, except that he felt horribly self-conscious now. Thomas either didn’t notice or ignored it, sitting down at one place and gesturing at the other for Arvin. Arvin sat.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">His bottom wasn’t sore, not really. But after last night’s events, and Thomas’ presence, he was very aware of it, and of the other man. Arvin watched him from beneath his lashes. Thomas didn’t have much to say as they ate, though his silence didn’t seem unfriendly. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">They cleared up together. In spite of the castle’s large size and grandeur, Arvin had seen no sight of servants. As the last of the things were washed and put away, a silence fell. Arvin didn’t look up at Thomas.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I don’t know what I’m allowed to do with my day. I don’t want to…to cause any more trouble.”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Thomas cleared his throat. “I was going to work on my latest project today.” </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin’s head popped up. “Oh, may I watch?”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Thomas frowned. “I don’t like to work with other people interrupting. I need the peace and quiet.”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I won’t say a word. I just want to watch. I know what you mean, wanting to be left alone. I’m an artist too. That is, I draw sometimes, when I can. But I won’t bother you. Really I won’t. I just want to watch.”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Thomas looked conflicted. “All right,” he finally said. “But if you start jabbering…”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I won’t. Promise.”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“OK then.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin watched in awe as over the course of the morning, a graceful arm and hand emerged from the lump reaching out from the torso-shaped main stump of marble. Thomas had given him some paper and a stick of charcoal and when he wasn’t watching the other artist, </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin drew the scene before him.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">When a deep voice came from over his shoulder, Arvin jumped.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“You have a good eye for light and shadow.” </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin blushed and kept his head bent, not looking up.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Thank you, so do you. The way you have him turned to catch the light from the windows makes it look like he’s holding a beam of sunlight in his hand.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Thomas cleared his throat, a hesitant sound.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Not many people see something like that,” Thomas said.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“But you do.”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Yes,” he said quietly, “and so do you. I like the way you didn’t let the shadows obscure the sculpture.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin’s face grew hot again as he realized that each one of the drawings, good use of light or not, didn’t exactly feature the sculpture itself. It was embarrassingly obvious now that the sculptor was the subject of each scene. But Arvin had been so fascinated with the way his shirt hung over those powerful shoulders, moving, rippling as Thomas turned. The delicate way the chisel balanced in those large, strong hands, the concentration in his profile and the way the light caught his face as he stood just there, studying the hand, his chisel poised. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin fought the urge to squirm in mortification, nothing came to his mind to say or do to make it look like anything but what it was.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I… yes.” </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The silence stretched.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Hungry?” Thomas asked.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin expelled a huge sigh. “Oh yes.” He scrambled from the stool, grateful for the excuse to escape.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">They ate lunch in silence, each man lost in his own thoughts. Thomas didn’t seem mad, and he didn’t seem like the type who would throw a punch at Arvin for admiring the way he looked—if so he’d probably already have done it—but Arvin wondered if he’d be allowed to work in the studio again that afternoon, or if Thomas would make sure Arvin and his unwelcome attention was elsewhere as he worked.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">When lunch was cleaned up Arvin hovered awkwardly nearby. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I’m going to take a break for the afternoon. Would you like to walk in the garden?”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin stared at him. “Yes. I mean,” he frowned, “there’s nothing dangerous out there, is there?”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Thomas smiled; it was a nice smile, not upset at all. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Nothing dangerous at all within the walls. The old wizard liked his walks in the garden. What he didn’t like were people peeking into the rooms with closed doors.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin blushed but Thomas chuckled and put an arm around Arvin’s shoulders. “Come on, it’s a beautiful day.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin’s whole body seemed to catch fire, tingling in excitement everywhere Thomas’ body touched his. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Yes, I’d like that,” he croaked. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">If Thomas noticed Arvin’s fluster, he made no comment, simply steered him outside.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">The garden was beautiful, a bit wild, but not overgrown or unkempt. The air was cool, just a touch of approaching autumn and the sun was warm on his back rather than hot. Thomas had dropped his arm as they began to wander through the paths, but he didn’t put any real distance between them so that sometimes their arms would brush, and once when Arvin stumbled, Thomas caught his elbow to steady him and didn’t let go until they were on smoother ground again. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">They sat down on a bench in a shady arbor. Thomas spread his arms across the back of the bench and looked up into the green canopy above. Arvin wanted to lean back too, back into that arm, in case Thomas would put his hand on his shoulder, but he didn’t want to press his luck. Maybe Thomas was just being nice, and Arvin’s imagination had run away with him again.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“It’s beautiful out here,” he said.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Mmmm,” Thomas murmured in answer. “The wizard put a lot of spells on the garden to keep it healthy. It maintains itself mostly, too. Which is good, since I don’t think I could keep up with it. But I do enjoy it.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Did you know the old wizard?”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I met him once. I came here with his son.” Thomas paused as if he was finished but then he added quietly, “He was my lover.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin gaped at him. “You’re—?” He snapped his mouth shut. “I mean, the wizard didn’t mind about his son…and you?”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“The wizard minded a lot of things, like people in his woods or touching his things. But who his son loved wasn’t one of them. I can’t say he made me feel welcome, but I think just because he was like that.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin was quiet for a long time. “Is his son the one you bought the castle from?”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“No,” Thomas answered. “No, Danal died a couple years before his father did. The wizard’s great-niece inherited the castle. I bought it from her.” </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Oh. I’m sorry.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“So am I. But it was a long time ago.”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“And you’ve been alone all this time?”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“It’s hard to find others who share my interests, in occupations and other things, if you know what I mean.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Yeah,” Arvin said, emphatically. “It’s hard to find someone who won’t beat you up for even looking at them like you’re interested.” </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">He put his elbows on his knees and slumped down over his clasped hands. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Thomas chuckled. “That’s true. Though I’ve been luckier than others. I’m so big not many are willing to take me on, no matter how much they might want to.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Yeah, you’re lucky.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“You haven’t been, I take it?”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“No. I’ve pretty much given up, really.”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Ahh, but you’re still young.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Yeah, but I’m not that stupid. No matter how it may look.” He cast a quick glance at Thomas, with a half smile. But Thomas wasn’t smiling back, and Arvin dropped his head again. Of course Thomas wouldn’t agree with that.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">A large, warm hand cupped his chin and turned his face up. Arvin found himself staring into a pair of almost-black eyes, very close to his own. He swallowed. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Thomas brushed a kiss against his lips. His mouth was soft and warm. Arvin moaned. When the lips touched his again he could feel a smile. An arm slid around his waist, pulling him close. Thomas’ tongue teased Arvin’s lips and Arvin opened his mouth, welcoming Thomas’ tongue and the deep, tender kiss. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">When Thomas pulled away, Arvin was breathless. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Thomas regarded him seriously, his hand still holding Arvin’s face close. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“I think I’ve figured out a way to keep you out of trouble at night.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin’s breath caught.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Yeah?”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">“Mhmm. I’ll just have to keep you within arm’s reach, where I keep my hands on you.”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Arvin whimpered. “Can we try that now, maybe?”</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Thomas was still chuckling when their lips met.</span><br />
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