Chapter 8
Demi had been working outdoors for the past two days. His body was aching and sore from all the extra activity, but he wasn’t sleeping any better. He wanted Mandy, but did promise her that he’d never push her into anything she wasn’t ready for. His heart said he was doing the right thing; however, his mind and body didn’t agree with him. Stepping into the cold shower again, all he could think about was that Mandy was only a few doors down the hall from where he was right now.
“Demi?” Shouting that he was in the shower, he prayed that no one would come into the bathroom with him. “Are you all right? I was worried because this is the third time today that you’ve taken a shower.”
“I’ve been working in the yard. I’ll be out in a minute.” He looked down at his cock and knew that if he waited an hour it wouldn’t be any different. “I’ll meet you downstairs in a little bit.”
“Are you all right?” She was not just in the bathroom with him, but she was standing close to the door to the shower, too. “Demi, please tell me what’s wrong. I want to help.”
“I’m sure you do, babe, but I’m in a bad way here.” She tossed back the curtain and exposed him. “I’m sorry. So very sorry. However, I did ask you to leave me alone.”
She didn’t say anything for several seconds, and he blindly reached over and turned the shower off. If she didn’t speak soon, he was going to be fumbling all over himself trying to tell her how—
“I didn’t think that you wanted me.” He laughed. It was that, or he was going to sob. “I’ve been trying to tell you I’m ready for you for the last week, and you would rush out the door and—I guess I’m not very good at being sexy.”
“Men are very basic, honey. You should have just come out and told me that you wanted me. I’ve been killing myself so that I could sleep at night without going down the hall and ravaging you.” She grinned at him. “This isn’t funny at all. I’m hurting and taking cold showers at least twice a day to be able to function. All the blood in my body is in my cock most of the day.”
“Can I help you with that?” He whimpered. There was no hope for him if she touched him right now. He was going to come all over the shower and her. “I’m not as experienced as you are with sex, but I’m betting that I could do something that would make you feel better.”
“If you’re teasing me right now, Mandy, I’m going to cry. I’m seriously hurting right now. One word from you and I’m not going to be responsible for what happens to you.”
“Yes.” It was the way she said it rather than the word. It came out like a hissing sound that seemed to curl around his buttocks then straight to his cock. When she reached out and wrapped her hand around him, he fell against the wall of the shower and let her do her worst to him. He was done trying to keep her from knowing just how needy he was. “I want to suck your cock. Would that be all right?”
He didn’t remember answering. Nor did he see her move. One second she was standing in the bathroom with him, the next she was naked and in the shower stall with him. Again, he reached for the valve and turned it to what he hoped was a warmer temperature.
Leaning against the shower wall he watched Mandy as she played with his cock. Licking him up one side, then down the other, following the thick vein as it pulsated. When her tongue swirled around his crown, it was all he could do to stay upright. Her hands on his thighs were warm against his skin, and when she cupped her hands on his balls, he cried out, feeling like he was close to coming. But he didn’t, holding off for the pleasure that she was giving him. Even as she fondled his balls, rolling them in her hand there was a little pain but it was so worth it to have her mouth on his cock.
Every time he thought that he was going to come, she’d sense it somehow and would change up what she’d been doing. Each time he didn’t get to come, he felt a little pang of pain in his chest, like all his love was stored up there and just waiting for her to allow him to finish. Holding back, trying to make it last, was the last thing on his mind. Demi wanted to come hard enough to blast his cum all over her. Then she swallowed him past the tightness of her throat, and he cried out again.
Coming had never felt so good. Fucking her throat, harder than he should have he knew, had him emptying in her three times before she pulled away. Looking up at him, her lovely mouth bruised slightly from what they’d done, he pulled her up from the floor. Pressing her to his body he slammed his cock deep inside of her pussy even as he pressed her against the damp wall.
With her legs wrapped around him, he fucked her hard. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him to her mouth as he kissed her savagely. Tasting blood, he nearly backed off, but she pulled him tighter still. Lifting her up by her ass, he took her breast into his mouth and suckled hard on the pert nipple she offered him.
Demi thought that he could go this way for days, loving her, making love to her body. But her need was pounding at him so he slid his finger down her ass crack until he came to her little rose bud. Pressing against it slightly had her screaming out his name, even as he kissed her mouth to try and silence her. Nearly bucking him off, he held tightly to her until she came three more times. His own body had been used up, and now he was taking her so that he could empty deep inside of her one more time.
Neither one of them moved as he stood in the shower holding her. Her body was still coming, small tremors that had his cock staying semi hard. Lifting her up when she told him she needed to stand up, he slid from her body and picked her up in his arms. Taking her to bed, he was surprised that she’d made it when she’d come up here. Laying her on the bed, he nearly didn’t make it to his own side before his body just fell forward. He was as spent as he’d ever been.
Waking up for what seemed to be only seconds, he looked at the clock and couldn’t believe it was morning, and he’d slept through the afternoon and night. Reaching out to find Mandy, he realized that she’d gotten up long enough for her side of the bed to be cold. Getting into the shower again, his body aching. Again. Demi scrubbed his body from head to his feet before feeling like he’d been chopping wood for the past couple of days, and his body was telling him he’d been a fool.
Getting dressed, no easy feat with the way he was feeling, he made his way downstairs only to remember that the boys would be gone from the house already, as they’d been planning to spend the day with Shipley to learn about a gun. She was the perfect person to teach them gun safety, so he wasn’t worried about them. He found Mandy in the kitchen going over a list that she’d been keeping since moving back in.
“Good morning.” He kissed her, careful of the little bruise on her lip. “I was just thinking that since it’s Saturday, we should get some of this list tucked away while the boys are with Shipley. She said she’d feed them lunch and keep them until four if we had things to do. Do we have things to do?”
Grinning at her, he kissed her again. “I can think of all kinds of things we can do, but I think you broke me. I know I’ll never take a shower again without thinking of you.” She cleared her throat, and that was when he saw their cook. Her face was pink with embarrassment, and he couldn’t for the life of him summon up an apology for her. “I’d love to take you to the store to get this stuff. We’ve put it off long enough, I think.”
“Good. I was hoping you’d say that. Let me tell Shipley where we’ll be in the event something happens and we can be off.” While she was on the phone, he did apologize to Grace. When she simply waved him off, he smiled at her. It was fun having someone around who could be there for a good joke or whatever. “Okay, that’s taken care of. We need to get going so we can get there and back before it’s too late.”
Since he’d slept so late, they decided to get lunch on the way. He’d been cooking for the school for the past week and had been enjoying it a good deal more than he thought that he would. However, getting up at four in the morning was exhausting. Getting there early enough to turn the ovens on was the only reason he didn’t sleep until six-thirty and feed the kids by seven-thirty.
The first day of doing it was hit-and-miss. None of the kids had been told they’d be getting breakfast, so they had actually trashed a lot of the food they cooked. However, on the second morning, there were seventy students lined up to get a hot breakfast, and twice that many more on the third day. After that, even the teachers were in line to get something to eat, and there were very few leftovers anymore. He was given permission to serve pancakes if he wanted, but he’d have to use the large grill. While he knew how to use it, he wanted someone to come in and give him a once over so he’d not mess things up for the lunch ladies that came in around nine. He’d not realized that the first lunch was served at ten-thirty.
Shopping with Mandy was fun. The things on their list, however, were boring to shop for. Napkins for the dining room. Glasses for the kitchen. He got to help pick out the things they were getting, but for the life of him, he really couldn’t understand why it mattered if the napkins matched the placemats. He would have gotten all white ones and been done with it, but Mandy did have a point. White would show stains more.
There were other things on the list that he was glad to have gotten. A television for the living room was needed. They’d been watching TV when they did on a twenty-inch television that barely worked. When he said he wanted the largest one they had, the man looked skeptical, but he did show him the seventy-five-inch one that just happened to be on sale too.
Lamps for the room were a necessity as there was no overhead lighting in the room. The two of them decided that they did need fans in the living room to keep the room fresh, but they were going to have them installed. He could do it, but didn’t want to fall and hurt himself. Then something occurred to him. He had the ring with him.
“I have something for you.” He got down on one knee and looked up at her. “If you don’t like it for whatever reason, we can exchange it today. Will you marry me and make me happier than my sappy brothers are with their wives?”
“I didn’t think that you’d—oh, Demi, it’s beautiful. Did Martha leave this to you?” He told her that she had, but if she didn’t like it, they were in town today and could get her something different. “No, this is perfect. I feel like she’s been watching over me since I fell in love with you. Oh, Demi, it couldn’t be more perfect. Yes, I’ll marry you.”
He’d not realized that they’d drawn a crowd, but the well wishes were wonderful from the strangers. Even when he kissed his soon-to-be wife, they applauded them both and wished them years of marital bliss.
Demi caught her looking at the ring off and on all the rest of the day. When they were finishing up, they decided to have an early dinner. Shipley had called and said they were having brats on the grill, and the boys wanted to stay again. They both thought it was a wonderful idea and went to have a nice dinner in an expensive restaurant. The rest of the evening was spent with them having the grandest time ever.
By the time they were home, the two of them were so exhausted that they weren’t sure they could make it up the stairs. And they still had the truck to unload. Not to mention, put it all away.
“I’m all for leaving it in the truck and getting it tomorrow. If you pull it into the garage, things should be all right, don’t you think?” Demi agreed with Mandy, telling her that they’d get it unloaded and put away first thing. “Good. Until tomorrow then. Once we get it in the house, it’ll be easy to get it put away. And the things that need to be washed will have to wait until next weekend. I have a busy week, and I know you do as well.”
“I knew there was a good reason that I wanted to marry you. You’re brilliant.” She told him he was goofy. “I’ll own that, my dear. And I love you.”
“I love you as well, you big lug.” They were both giggling as they finally made it up the stairs. She decided that he would sleep in the big bed with her, and he couldn’t have been happier. It was turning into the best day of his life.
~*~
Georgie was waiting for her turn to see the judge. She’d been last to get off the bus and was now last in line to see the stupid judge. There were things that she needed answers to and he’d better have them for her or she was going to be pissed off. Again.
The problem was that with being last, he was getting shorter and shorter with people who were ahead of her. She didn’t want him pissed off when he got to her and decided that she was going to have to do something or she’d be shit out of luck getting out of the jail not to mention finding out where her brother had been taken. There was no reason why the two of them had to be separated. They were all each other had.
“I wanna go next.” The officer told her that she had to wait her turn like everyone else was. “No, he’ll be too pissy when he gets to me, and I have some important stuff I need answers for. I’m not going to be waiting on that again.”
Standing up, she was told to sit down. Ignoring the officer for the judge, she finally got his attention. Telling him why she didn’t want to wait got his attention, but not the right kind.
“Well then, you just tell me what it is you want and the rest of the people will just have to wait like normal people do.” She told him she was a normal person, and he slammed his little hammer down and charged her fifty dollars for back talk. “Do it again, and we’ll just see how well you like it at the beginning of the line. What do you want that can’t wait another twenty minutes?”
“Where’s my brother? He was in the same jail as me, and now he’s gone.” The judge asked her what his name was. While he was shuffling through the paperwork on his desk thingy, she remembered her next question. “When will I start seeing benefits for raising his kids, too. They’re mine now, and I want a piece of the pie their mother was getting before she died.”
“Samuel Jameson has been taken to a bigger jail than this one. He’s up on murder charges, and they’ll handle him better there.” She said that he’d not been given a trial. “So? He’ll get one when the date comes up. I believe it’s sometime next year. July, if I remember correctly.”
“That’s not right. He’s gotta be there for all that time? You have to change your mind about that date. He’ll hate being in prison again.” The judge told her that was the point. No one should like to be in prison. “Then you’ll change the date for me? I need him around. I’ve never raised up kids before.”
“Are you Georgetta Jameson?” She told him that she was just called Georgie. “Well, not today. We’re usually a bit more formal when it comes to having people jailed. I have paperwork here for you, too. The bodies of yours and Samuel’s parents have been exhumed, and you and your brother’s DNA were all over their bodies. And who buries the weapons they were killed with in their casket? Those were found as well.”
“That’s not fair. I told them not to go digging them up. I know you have to have permission on digging up family members, and I didn’t give it. I’m sure that Samuel didn’t do it either. You tell them that it doesn’t count, whatever you found, as I’m not going back to jail either. It’s not fair.”
“Fair or not, you’re going to be remanded over to a larger prison to await your trial time as well. I have it on here somewhere that tells me when the two of you will stand trial for their murders. Here it is. December of next year.” Georgie told him fuck no . when the man stood up and pointed his hammer at her, she knew for sure that she’d been better off waiting her turn. Right now he was about as pissed off as she’d ever seen somebody and that included her brother Samuel “Five thousand dollar fine and you’ll be remanded over to the women’s prison now. Telling me no and using profanity, too. I should throw the book at you now, but I’m a better man than you are a woman. I’m about to have my retirement date moved so that I can be there when you’re up for trial.”
She was taken away in her cuffs and shackles. Before she left the room, however, she flipped the judge off and laughed when he threw his hammer at her. It was the little things that got her through the day, and she was going to get them where she could. As soon as she was on the bus, locked down so that she couldn’t move, nobody got on the bus with her after the cops left her.
“Damned idiots. What am I supposed to do here with no phone to play on?” She watched them to see what they were going to do now. “If I had me a knife, I’d kill you both without another thought.”
Another cruiser pulled up while she was waiting for them to take her back to the jail. She was beginning to like the little small town place and the good food that they served her three times a day. Also, the big comforter was nice late at night when she woke up a bit too chilly in the room.
When the other cop got out of his car, he had a bag of something, and he looked like he was in some kind of police vest. Figures, she thought, now they think I’m dangerous. When the bag was tossed to one of the officers who had been on the bus with her, they all turned and looked at her. Whatever was going on, it was somehow related to her. Then she remembered what the judge had said. She was going to a prison too. Georgie looked at the three of them as they entered the bus.
“I don’t think so.” The bigger of the three of them told her that they could do this the easy way or the hard way. “Hard way. I don’t want to go to prison for over a year, waiting on my trial. You go back in there and tell him whatever it takes to have him change his mind. But I’m not getting off this bus.”
“The hard way it’s going to be then.” He pulled out a gun and pointed it at her. When long electrical things came out of it, she knew she was going to be tazed. Christ, oh mighty, she hated that.
She couldn’t move her body at all. Her mouth was open in a scream that never surfaced for anyone to hear it. If the smells were any indications she not only pissed herself but shit in her pants as well. Nothing was moving on her body, and they picked her up and pulled her out of her seat after unshackling her.
Bits and pieces came to her when she was tossed into the back seat of a cruiser. There was plastic all over the place like they’d planned her being tazed so she could shit her pants. She remembered them telling her, or at least someone, that she’d be easier to deal with. Even though they were right, it didn’t mean she wasn’t pissed off too.
By the time the car was slowing down, she was able to sit up, but didn’t care for that so much. Her pants were dirty, and sitting in them made her slightly sick. Georgie was going to get these bastards when she got out, and she’d show them what it felt like to have dirty pants on. All of the fuckers.
“Welcome home, Georgetta Jameson.” She looked at the walls of the big prison and thought that there wouldn’t be any comfort in being here. She’d be lucky if they gave her a mattress. She knew this place better than her own home, having spent the last ten years here on a trumped-up murder conviction.
Before going inside, she was stripped down to her girly parts hanging out and hosed off. The water tore at her skin and hurt a great deal, but it wasn’t until they had her bend over and spread her cheeks that the real pain started. She knew that she had shit herself again when the laughter was there. Georgie was going to be the laughingstock of the whole prison system if she didn’t miss her bet.
Instead of giving her a towel to dry off with, she had to stand in line to get her bunk things as well as a uniform. She remembered how the last time she was in prison, how the ugly green had clashed with her skin color. Not that she cared about that, but it was just one more thing to be made fun of about. And Georgie hated to be teased about herself.
She thankfully didn’t have a bunkmate. Having her choice of which bed she wanted wasn’t as thrilling as fighting someone for the one that she’d wanted. Getting onto the top bunk after dressing herself and finger-combing her hair, she was ready to call it a day. However, the system has other plans for her.
Being asked to step out of her cell, she realized that she was in time to get dinner. Depending on what day of the week it was, it determined what the meal was going to be. She didn’t remember them right off the bat, but she did know that Friday’s was fish. The most disgusting thing on the menu by far.
Since she didn’t have a crew yet, she was fine sitting by herself at one of the long tables. Keeping her head down and not looking around were other things she remembered about this place. Making eye contact with the wrong person was dangerous. Georgie was able to choke down the two pieces of fish by soaking them up in the gravy—fish gravy, she supposed—and swallowing them whole. Christ, what she wouldn’t give for a nice can of beer right about now.
“You too good for us?” Grunting out an answer, she peeked from beneath her eyelashes where the guards were hanging out. It was too far for her to expect any help from them. “I asked you a question. You too good to sit with us or what?”
“I just got here. I don’t know anyone yet.” She was told that was a poor excuse. “Well, I don’t know anyone here yet, I’m just making my way, that’s all. I don’t want any trouble.”
“Did I say anything about you being in trouble, bitch? I asked you why you’re sitting there all by your lonesome when there are all kinds of friends you can make here. Or are you the shit woman? That’s it. You shit yourself and now no body wants to sit with you. You’re Stinky Pete, aren’t you? That’s what we’re going to call you from now on. Stinky Pete.”
“No, you’re not.” She stood up, and the pit bull inmate stood up as well. “You don’t want to mess with me. I’ve been here before for murder and I don’t fuck around.”
“Watch your language, inmate.” Another thing she’d forgotten was no cursing around the place. She’d have to remember the rules soon before she got herself killed. The guard walked away after telling her she was going to be in trouble with the warden if she didn’t curb her language.
Pit Bull laughed and was told to sit down and finish her meal. Her yes sir, was just loud enough for him to hear but wouldn’t carry across the room. Georgie was about ready to resume her own meal when someone bumped her from behind.
It took her several precious seconds to realize she’d been hurt somehow. Trying to see who had shanked her, she found that she was having a difficult time focusing. When she fell off the seat, no one came to her aid. She was surely going to die right there on the floor, and she’d only been here for a few hours.
“This is for Betsy,” was whispered to her as her vision was too hard to focus on anything. Another stab to her body, and this one really hurt. “I hope you enjoy hell, bitch.”
She must have passed out because when she opened her eyes, she was still on the floor, but the guards had decided to come and see what was going on. Coughing once, one of the men turned away and barked for someone to get the first aid kit. Georgie thought that she was well beyond a kit and might need someone to take her to surgery.
“Who did this to you?” The chances of her living were feeling sort of slim right now, but she’d not rat anyone out on the off chance that she did live. Not that she had any idea who had stabbed her, but she wouldn’t say that either. “Did you see anyone around you?”
“Am I gonna die here? I just got here.” The man said that he’d been watching her and didn’t think anyone hurt her on his watch. “Yet here I am bleeding to death on the dining room floor. I didn’t do this to myself, you know.”
“I heard about you. I wouldn’t put anything past you.” He lifted his hand up to adjust his glasses, and she could see the blood all over his hands. “Christ, can someone get a doctor before she bleeds out?”
Again, she thought she had passed out because the next time she opened her eyes, she was in a bed of sorts in what looked like an emergency room. People were standing all around her, talking about someone being stabbed three times, when she must have made a noise so that they turned to look at her.
“You’ve been stabbed three times. Do you remember who would have done that to you? We have it on video recordings, but we can’t make out their faces. We can get the person who did this to you if you can remember anything.”
“Am I dying?” The man said that they’d done everything they could for her until they could get her to a bigger hospital. “Well, why am I still here?”
Coughing again, she saw the blood on her chest. She was told that they were waiting on an ambulance to take her, but that it didn’t look good. They couldn’t stop the bleeding. She begged them to not let her die. The man with her now shook his head and told her he was sorry.
She was weak now, like she’d had some kind of killer flu, and she’d not fully recovered from it. Then she couldn’t keep her eyes open, and the voices were sounding far away. She was dying, and she couldn’t do anything about it. Weaker by the minute, she asked for her brother, but no one was paying attention to her anymore. Inhaling as deeply as she could, Georgie knew she’d just drawn her last breath.