Chapter 7
Gilda was about as pissed off as she’d been in a long time. Not only was she mad at her daughter, but the entire world seemed to be against her. Now here she sat in the jail with nothing to do. All she’d wanted to do was to make sure that her daughter would take care of her for the rest of her life and she wouldn’t do it.
Then there were the children. She knew for a fact that children were time-consuming. She’d never been so glad to have Henriette out of the picture soon. The old bat couldn’t be around much longer. The fact that she’d been around this long boggled her mind. Why couldn’t she just die like the rest of the old people did? Who knew. She was probably making a deal with the devil, and that’s why she was still around. No matter how much she wanted the old bat dead, she just wouldn’t die.
“You have a visitor. Would you like to have them come back here, or would you like to go to the conference room?” She said that she wanted out of there. “That’s not what I asked you. Where did you want to have this meeting?”
“Who is it?” When he didn’t answer her, she wanted to get out of this place and beat the shit out of him. It was bad enough that they never got close enough to her to allow her to touch them. “I’ll meet them in the conference room, I guess. But if it’s someone that I don’t want to meet with, then you’ll have to take me right back.”
He didn’t say anything but for her to back against the far wall. It was all she could do not to slam his head against the bars and be done with him. But that would be too much work, and she didn’t have it in her to make herself do anything that someone else should do for her.
Her daughter was in the room when she was brought in. After they actually chained her to the table and her legs to the hook on the floor, the cop stood against the far wall and waited. She told him three times that he needed to leave them alone, but all he did was put his hand on his gun and tell her to get on with it.
“I suppose you came in here to get me out of here. I’m not so sure how I feel about being around you after all you’ve done to me.” Taylor asked her what she was talking about. “What are you doing to get me out of here? I’m hoping that you know, too, that I’m not going to put up with the crappy way you’ve been treating me, Taylor. I demand that you do as you’re told and make my life better.”
“Your life is just the way that it should be.” She snorted and didn’t say anything else. “There are some things that you missed when you were in the courthouse that I’m here to explain to you now. First of all, it’s the money. I’ve given you the money from the insurance policy that was Dad’s. You’ve already spent it all, but I’m being generous today. Also, as per your request, there is no more money going out of your accounts, such as payments due on your house or any kind of stock prices. You only have the cash that I’m giving you.”
“Good. And there won’t be any more of it going out for investments either, correct?” She explained to her that without investments, her money could soon be gone. “You’ll just give me more. That’s the way that I want it.”
“No. If you want more money, you’re going to have to work for it. Every penny that I’ve made is all mine. I have investments as well as projects that are going to be making me a great deal more money.” Gilda asked her about living arrangements. “You’re going to be spending time in jail for threatening the judge, but other than that, I have no idea what’s going to happen to you. And frankly I could care less what happens to you from now on. I’m finished with you and your demands, too.”
“We’ll just see about that, won’t we? Where will I be living? Don’t think that I didn’t notice that you didn’t answer me.” She told her. “I need to live with you and only you. I’ll not have that man around where he takes attention from me. You’ll have to get rid of him and that’s final. I won’t have you having children either. They’re nothing but soul suckers, and I want your attention on me.”
“That’s too bad.” Had she not been chained up, she might well have slapped her like she used to do when she was a child and back-talked her. “You’ll have the condo that you lived in before this and someone will come in twice a week to clean up. That doesn’t mean that she’ll be cooking or doing your laundry. There will only be a light cleaning. If you make a huge mess like I know that you do, then that will be on you to clean it up.”
“No. No, that’s not going to work for me. You’ll have to pay for her to keep my house tidy. And speaking of which, I want a place that is bigger than yours. You’ll live with me so that I know that you’re paying your full attention to me. No more dates and working days. I’ll not have you too worn out to do the things that I want.” Taylor just stared at her. “Did you hear me? You should be writing things down so that I don’t have to repeat myself when I’m free of here. Which had better be soon. I don’t like it here. They won’t do as I say, and it makes me upset. You don’t want me upset, do you, darling?”
“I’m not your darling. I’m your daughter who—have you always been this selfish and demanding? I’m sure that I know the answer to that but I’d like to hear it from you? Why do you think that everything is about you?” Gilda asked her what she was talking about. “These demands and rules. You have to know that I’m not going to be following any of them. You’re lucky that I’ve given you the things that I have. And like I said, after you’ve run through your money, I will not be giving you any more.”
“Yes, you will. You don’t want me to have to suffer to be without things. I know better. It’s your duty as my child that you keep me happy and without any kind of stress. And anything that you think you want to do is stressful for me so you’ll not do that. Anything that I don’t give you permission for Taylor isn’t going to work for me. So just get those thoughts right out of your head.” Taylor just stared at her. “Do you hear me, or do I need to go over this once more? I’m serious when I tell you that if you have any plans of dating, getting married, or—and this one will get you in serious hurt, there will be no children. I was lucky in you that you were my only child. I know how demanding you can be, and I won’t have it. Do you understand what I’m saying to you? No children. No men and certainly nothing to do with that man that you think you might marry.”
“We are married.” She told her that she would just have to get a divorce. “No, I’m not. I love him, and he loves me. That’s the way it’s going to be from now on. Also, while I’m going over things that you want. Unless you can afford a bigger condo or home, you’ll be paying for it. You can live rent-free in the one that you’re in because I own it. Otherwise, you’re going to have to deal with things on your own. I won’t be spending any time with you and certainly not living with you. I have my own life now and I plan on living the way that I want to. In fact, Jack and I have made arrangements to live with Grandma in her home. It’s large enough for the three of us, and there will be plenty of room when the children—which is going to happen—come along.”
“You’ll do no such thing.” Gilda turned to the cop. “Undo me so that I can slap some sense into her head. She’s getting out of hand, and as her mother, I demand that you allow me to be free enough to knock some sense into her. To think that she thinks that—there will be no life for you, Taylor, unless I say so. Do you understand me? I rule you because I had to have you. But no more of you thinking that you can have a life of your own. You will do what I said and I’ll not hear another word out of you. Where do you think you’re going? I’m not nearly finished with my demands.”
“I’m finished with you.” Taylor gathered up her things and she started for the door. “This is the last time that I’m coming to see you. Calling the number that you had will no longer work for you. The police station has been told that they’re not to call us for any more of your demands. When, and I doubt that it will be anytime soon, you get out, you’ll do as you wish, and I’ll not have a thing to do with you. Do you understand me?”
“You’re going to take care of me, Taylor. I swear to you. I don’t want to have to show you my angry side if you keep saying things like this.” Taylor said that she wasn’t afraid. “You had better be. I’m not going to allow you to toss me aside as if I’m nothing to you. Your grandparents did that, and I won’t allow that to happen to me again. I deserve the best, and you will provide it for me.”
“You go on thinking that.” She was out the door before she could remind her about getting her out of the cell she was in. If, and she still didn’t understand why she had to be in jail, but if she had to stay here, then she should have the nicest and biggest cell along with things that weren’t so hard and drab. Taylor should be making sure that she’s pampered even in jail. It was something that she had thought to talk to her about.
Being taken back to her cell, she noticed that someone had been inside. Her sheets were gone that had been lying at the bottom of the bed as well as there were clean towels for her to use when she showered. So far she had managed to avoid taking a shower with the other people in the place. And as far as her sheets being there for her to make her bed, she wasn’t going to do that either. She could, she supposed but so long as she had breath in her body, someone was going to do it for her. It was the least that they could do for her being Gilda Jane. People needed to get on board with how to treat her.
It’s not like she wanted all the money in the world. Just enough that when she wanted to go shopping she didn’t have to worry over credit cards and the like. Gilda didn’t think it was all that big of a deal that people were to wait on her, either. She wouldn’t be mean to them. Demanding things to be her way after she gave them the rules but they needed to be on the same page as she was about how she should be treated. People should want to take care of her all the time. She was a nice person, and people should understand that as well.
Taylor should know by now the rules about her life. She’d been taking care of her needs since she’d been a little girl. Training her hadn’t been that much of a hardship. A few slaps here and there when she thought that she could think beyond caring for her, and Taylor straightened right up. It was all because of that woman, Henriette. Why she was still alive was beyond her.
“She should have died decades ago. Where does she get off living to be nearly a hundred years old and pampering to every need of Taylor? The stupid old woman was going to feel the back of her hand when she saw her again. The old bat had said something to Taylor that made her not want to help her.
Gilda would admit that she was needy. She didn’t have to be. But she also didn’t like doing things for herself. She didn’t care not to be the center of attention either. Everyone and everything should be about her and no one else. She remembered a baby shower that had been had for her when she was huge with Taylor. Henry Paul asked her if she was enjoying herself.
“No. Everything that they’ve brought to my party is for the kid. Why? It’s not like I’m going to put anything that is pretty on her. That would draw the attention from me to even have to be around her when she’s dressed up in some of the outfits that they brought for her. And how come no one thought to bring me something? I would have loved a nice new dress or two. Some pretty shoes. No, all the attention is on this kid and not me. How could you allow them to do that to me, Henry Paul?”
He just walked away from her. He’d done that a great deal in the later part of their marriage. Then, when she found out that she was going to have a baby, he did treat her a lot differently. She thought about something else then. Sex.
She enjoyed it to a point, but when she came, that’s what it was called, she didn’t want another thing to do with Henry Paul and his dick. He tried to explain to her that he needed his release, too, but she didn’t care about his needs.
It was hers that she wanted that had nothing to do with him. What did she care about his needs anyway? Gilda had allowed him to touch her with it, didn’t she? She thought him to be selfish about sex anyway. Why did he have to touch her all over the place when all she wanted was to come. Shivering, she thought of the one time he tried to have her suck on his cock. It still made her gag when she thought of putting that nasty thing in her mouth. Christ, men were so stupid about sex, she told herself.
Pacing her cell, one of the officers came back to speak to her. The first thing out of his mouth was that she needed to make her bunk up. She told him that when the person who had mopped the room had left them there, they should have made up the bed, too. It wasn’t her job to do housekeeping just because they had put her behind bars for no reason.
“You’re going to see the judge in the morning. We’ll leave here at seven and arrive at the courthouse at seven-thirty.” She told him that it was too early for her to get up and that they’d have to do it later in the day. “He’s not going to wait around for you to have your shit together, Ms. Murphy. You’ll follow the rules like the rest of the inmates. Your hearing will be called fourth, and you’ll need to have your attorney present.”
“I don’t have an attorney. I’ve said this to you before. I don’t need one because I’ve done nothing wrong. And if I’m going to be called before him fourth, why do I have to go so early? That’s the stupidest thing that I’ve ever heard. Making me get up early so that I can wait on his ass all morning? No. You’ll make arrangements to come back and get me when my time is ready.” He just went on about how things were going to work as if she didn’t say a word. “I’m not going to be getting ready then. As I have said, I don’t need to be there at that god-awful hour, so you can just make arrangements to help me out. That’s the least you can do.”
“The least I can do is whatever I told you. It’s going to be up at six-thirty, leave by seven to be there at seven-thirty. That is what is going to happen. If you’re not up and ready to go, then I’ll drag your ass out so that I’m on time with my duties. That is the way that it’s going to be.” She’d just see about that. Where was her daughter to pay off people when she needed her to? “Lights out at ten tonight because of the early hour.”
“We’ll just see about that,” she said aloud this time. “You people are not being very nice to me, and I’m going to have to go over your heads to get you to pay attention when I speak.”
Gilda was sitting on the side of her cot when the entire room went black. Not even the moon could penetrate the darkness, and she hated it. The black of night had never been anything that she cared for, and right now, it was ten times worse. She didn’t have her little nightlight to guide the way in the event she woke to use the bathroom. Fucking people.
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Taylor was about as needy as she’d ever been. Working the lines at the new building just to see if the scanner was working well nearly had her sobbing in pain with her need so high. As soon as she found Jack, she was going to strip him down and take him on the first hard place, even if it was the dining room table, and have her way with him. This was his fault because he’d not been in bed when she’d woke this morning, and she’d been needing him all day.
“I’m nearly a mile from where you are, and I can feel you. What are you doing that has you so worked up?” She told him that she needed him. “And I you, my love, but I told you I had to go to the fish market first thing this morning. You told me that you’d be right as rain. I take it that you’re not.”
“No, I’m not all right. What did you do to me before you left? I’ve never in all my life, especially not with you around have I ever felt like I’m being strummed like a guitar string.” He told her that he loved that saying. “Love it or not, Jack Anderson Tucker, I’m going to jump your bones as soon as I get home with you.”
For the rest of the afternoon, she began setting up the office that she would use while there. With the way things were going in the distribution center, it would only be a couple of more weeks before it was up and running. Not really. There was still a great deal of work on the inside that needed to be done, but it was going much better than she had expected.
By the time she got home, she was exhausted. She had long since decided that her libido was doing her more harm than good, so she made sure that she thought of anything other than sex. As it was right now, she didn’t think that she could have gotten wet with the way that her body was reacting to her day. It had been a long fourteen-hour shift, and she was ready for bed. Jack was waiting in the front hall when she got to the house.
“No one is here. It’s the cook’s night off.” She nodded, her body trying to catch up with his body. When he dropped to his knees in front of her, she nearly got down as well, but when he pulled her body to his mouth, Taylor nearly cried out. Never had he done anything like this before, and she was excited to try it.
Once he stripped off her clothing from the waist down, she was wet, dripping down her thighs wet just for him. Pulling her body to his mouth, crying out, she knew that she was going to come almost as soon as he touched her. Jack was ever so good at making her come right away.
He ate at her over and over until she was weak with it. Her first climax nearly had her tumble over on top of him, and the second and third had her trembling. Begging him to stop only made him work harder until she finally had to pull him from her by yanking his hair and staring at him.
“You’re killing me.” He grinned at her and leaned in to suckle at her clit again. The short yet powerful release had her whimpering for not just more, but some of her wanted him to stop as well. When he stood up, she had to hold onto him.
“I’m going to enjoy this. As many times as I can.” Jack backed her up until she felt the table behind her touch her back. He lifted her up and, sat her on the table and moved between her thighs. His cock slowly entered her until she thought she’d die from the pleasure.
“Jack, I love you.” Tearing at the rest of her clothing, she was naked before him. He had, at some point, pulled open his jeans and taken off his shirt. It was almost too much for her. His body had her wanting things from him that she knew he’d give her.
When he moved to her breast and suckled on the tip before pulling the heavy flesh into his mouth. His tongue moved over the nipple over and over as he entered her deeper and then deeper still. When he was as deep as he could go, he looked at her.
“You’re so hot, my love. And wet. You’ve been thinking of this, haven’t you?” He rolled his hips, and she could swear he was at the back of her throat. “Come for me. Tighten that pretty pussy around me and come.”
Jack had never talked to her this way before. They hadn’t been together for that long, so she rarely thought of anything other than sex anymore. But this man, this man who had been away from her all day, was making her think of things she’d never thought of before.
“I want to take you into my mouth.” He groaned and rolled his hips again. “I want to taste you too, feel you fucking my mouth.”
“You’re going to make me come too soon if you keep that up.” Taylor rolled her own hips and watched his face. His fingers on her hips tightened, and she knew that he was close.
Wrapping her ankles around him, she sat up and took his mouth. His body started to move in and out of her faster now, and she felt her climax rolling along her body. When he nipped at her throat, Taylor threw back her head and cried out at her release.
His body exploded in hers even as she felt his mouth bite down hard enough at her throat to draw blood. Her next climax had her seeing stars. His own roar of completion made her feel like she could take on the world. Holding onto him, she felt her love for him warm her entire body. Then she closed her eyes and didn’t remember another thing about anything at all.
Looking at the clock, she realized that she’d slept the entire night without waking. Usually, she would have to get up at least once to go to the bathroom, but she must have been more tired than she’d thought. Taking a long hot shower, rubbing her sponge hard into her tight muscles, she was feeling good about herself and her ability to get around. Getting dressed, her favorite part of the magic that she’d gotten, Taylor made her way to the kitchen to see if she could get herself a late breakfast or an early lunch. Either one would have satisfied her about now.
After having a couple of glasses of fresh juice, two eggs, and some biscuits, she was ready to hit the day running. She hadn’t thought of her mother in the last few hours, but the thought of her going to court this morning made her wish that she could have snuck in and seen how it was going. She could probably go, she thought, but she was having such a nice day that she didn’t want to fuck it up by trying to get into the courthouse with her mom. She had plenty of things to do today.
At nearly three in the afternoon, she’d gone over fifty applications for employment for the new center. They were going to need four times that many to just start out but she knew too that she had plenty of time yet. Getting someone in who could do the daily things would help her out, so that, for now anyway, was what she was looking for. Looking up when someone said her name, she was beyond thrilled to see her grandma there.
“I was just at my doctor, and I’m officially cancer-free. I know that I was told that, but to hear it from the man who told me I only had weeks to go makes me feel like I should be rubbing it into his face from now until eternity.” They both laughed. “I was feeling so good that I went to the courthouse—staying in the back, of course, to listen to what was going on with Gilda. My goodness, child, she sure is upset with you.”
“I almost went myself, but I didn’t want to hear her yelling at me to make things right for her.” Grandma told her that she wasn’t going to be getting out of jail anytime too soon. “What’s she done now? Not that I should be surprised. Nothing about my mother surprises me anymore. I wonder how her parents and my dad put up with her.”
“She told the judge that she was going to kill him when she was freed. That didn’t sit too well with him, if you can imagine.” She agreed with her grandma. “She also said that she was going to kill Jack, not that she had his name right because you two were fornicating, and that was going to piss her off if there was a child from it. Gilda even hinted that if there was a child, she was going to make sure that you didn’t get to have it as well.”
“I never realized how sick she was. I mean, I’ve been caring for her most of my life and I didn’t even see it. Not until the last few months. I think you taking me into your home has made my eyes open a great deal more.” Grandma told her that she wanted to talk to her and Jack about the house. “No. I’m not going to have you kicked to the curb because you think that house is just right for us. Jack and I have talked it over, and if you don’t live here with us, we’re going to move out as well and sell the place off. It wouldn’t be the same without you around. I need you in my life, Grandma, and I don’t want to have to hunt you down to find you so that I can have lunch or talk to you.”
“It really is a large house, honey.” She told her it was, and that was all they were going to talk about. “You’re stubborn. Just like your grandfather used to be. He’d be like…when he wanted things to be done a certain way, he’d drive you to the moon and back until you say things his way. I miss him every day.”
“I wish I could have gotten to know him. At least pictures of him with me. He seemed like a good man for you and this family.” Grandma told her that Henry would never have been able to marry Gilda had he been around. “Then I’d not be born to have you around. No, I guess someone has to suffer a little so that things are just the way they are now. With the exception of my mom.”
They both laughed again. It was wonderful knowing that her grandma was going to be around for a long time. Just being able to talk to her for a few minutes every day made her life so much better.