Sequence 11-8 NC-17
Sequence 11-8
Written by the Inedible Miss Mandi
Rated: NC-17. Lock up your kiddies.
Warnings: Homosexual themes, but do I even have to say that? You're reading a BBM fanfic, ya'll. :) Het be damned.
Sequence 11-8
Written by Mandi
Warnings/Ratings/Whatever: Disneyworld. PG. Homosexual themes, but I’m sure you deduced that by the fandom you’re reading. ;)
“You didn’t know?” Annie asked her grandfathers later that night on the bus ride back to the hotel. Jackie and Vick had picked seats far enough back where they were out of earshot of their chaperoning parental units, discussing what all had happened, what it meant and where things were going. From the few glances Ennis could steal, it looked promisin; they were havin their talk while holdin hands.
“No idea,” Jack shook his head, chewin on a piece a Mickey Mouse shaped cookie he’d bought at a little fudge shop that Ennis wouldn’t set foot in.
“Oh,” she flipped her long hair over her shoulder an casually braided her auburn tresses. Ennis had t’shake his head t’get the image a Junior outta his head; Goddammit, she looked like her mother. As if it had been the braidin that caught him off guard, she explained patiently, “I don’t feel like doin my hair ‘fore bedtime when we get back t’the room, I’m too tired.”
“Uh… sure thing.” He scratched the back a his neck. “Uh… Annie… how long’ve you known… uh, ‘bout your sister…”
She laughed. “Longer’n she has!”
Jack smirked. “Could say the same ‘bout your ole’ Grandpa Ennis, myself.”
“Here, now,” his eyebrows furrowed. Doug an Tess were sittin in the way back a the bus, their heads leaned up against one another, blissfully sleepin, an for some reason, the thought a Jackie doin that with Vick made him damned uncomfortable… oddly, it wasn’t on account a Vick bein a girl, it was on account a Jackie weren’t ready for any kinda relationship… she was only seventeen, after all, Ennis thought. “Has it been, uh… days, then? Coupla weeks?”
“Years,” she shrugged, pitchin the braid behind her again. “Yeah, years, I think. I knew for years, anyhow.”
“How’d you know?” Jack wound his arm ‘round Ennis’, who was too engrossed in the unfoldin of his youngest granddaughter’s life that he didn’t even bother t’flinch.
“Grandpa J,” she half rolled her eyes, “if you think Vick’s the first girl she done kissed, you got another think comin!”
Again, Jack laughed, but Ennis felt icicles formin on the inside walls a his stomach. This ain’t the first? She’s only seventeen! If Vick ain’t first, who the hell was? An when?!
“You can’t be tellin nobody this,” she leaned in, conspirin ‘cross the bus aisle, lookin back t’make sure Jackie was well distracted -- an she was, by the look a what Vick was doin with her right hand in her sister’s hair, “but ‘member Elysse Goodman’s graduation party when we were freshmen in high school?”
“Yeah…” Ennis said warily.
“Yup,” a gleam flashed in her eye, like she’d jus’ told her grandparents where t’find the Holy Grail in that damned DaVinci movie Jack had drug him to. Weird shit. Weird conspiracy shit he felt too dumb t’follow. Always did prefer a good Western.
“What, her?” Jack’s eyes grew wide. “Jesus, I’d a thought she’s a picked a better looker’n Elysse Goodman.”
“Me, too!” Roared Annie, who shot a glance quickly backward; still safe. “Caught ‘em kissin jus’ ‘fore we left the party at the lake. None a that cute little ‘goodbye, congratulations’ kinda kiss, this was…” She shuddered a little. “Well, I don’t like thinkin on it… Not ‘cause she’s gay, though, jus’ ‘cause she’s my sister, y’know? An sometimes, it’s kinda like watchin ME kiss Elysse, an if I can tell ya the truth, I can’t stand that whiny little…”
Now Ennis laughed, a little relieved. At least Annie weren’t interested in nobody… At least nobody she could drag home, he thought, rememberin Tyrone at Frederick Douglass High back in Atlanta.
**
“Did you hear?”
“Hear what?”
“Jackie Mitchell an Vick Berg!”
“They kissed!”
“Kissed?!”
“Kissed!”
“I heard they’re an item…”
“Item?”
“Are they datin? Really??”
The bus was abuzz with rumors on the ride back t’Wyomin. Neither Vick nor Jackie seemed t’give even half a shit, an sat in their bus seats together, experimentally holdin hands, much t’Ennis’ dismay.
“Shouldn’t be doin that,” he grumbled.
“Let ‘em be in love, Ennis,” Jack didn’t look up from the magazine he was readin. Somethin ‘bout the Haunted Mansion they went on. Nine hundred ninety nine haunts, lookin for one more… He was of half a mind t’throw Jack t’the Disney Ghosts outta exasperation.
The trip home seemed longer, since there weren’t much t’look forward to, unless ya counted sleepin in your own bed, clean laundry an a wiry greyhound dancin at the front door waitin t’see ya after a week. Ennis sighed pleasurably, thinkin a his side a the jus’ soft enough bed, leanin his head back against the headrest, lettin his eyes close with ease, for the first time on the entire trip, findin a gentle sorta peace, slippin into sleep an driftin off as the convoy rumbled home.
**
“Mom! Dad!” Annie rushed towards her parents, huggin ‘em each in turn, exchangin the usual “I missed yous” and “I love yous” and “How was your trips?”
Jackie approached a little more cautiously, hand in hand with her new lover, her new life… her face was a mix of determination, fear an maybe shame… shame that she’d never said somethin earlier…
Kurt was the first t’look up at her an his eyes immediately fell on the girls’ clasped hands. Vick bit her lip an averted her mismatched eyes. Jackie didn’t move.
“Is this what I think?” He asked quietly. Junior said nothin, but did not look in the least bit surprised.
“Daddy… I… This is Vick.”
He took a step forward passed Annie, who looked rather worried an shot a glance at her sister that was meant t’reassure her, but probably did the opposite. Kurt drew himself up t’his full, impressive height. His face gave away little, if not nothin. He looked from his daughter t’her lover, an finally spoke t’Vick.
“Vick…” He nodded. “Short for…?”
“Victoria,” she said quickly. “M.. My name is Victoria. Victoria Berg.”
“Well, Victoria Berg… can’t shake your hand if it’s holdin onto hers, now, can I?” An his face split into a warm smile. “Nice t’meet ya.”
“N-nice t’meet you, too, Mr. Mitchell…”
Jack, Ennis an Annie breathed a collective sigh a relief that they knew all along they didn’t need t’be holdin. Ennis felt a hand slip ‘round his waist; he didn’t move t’correct it.
**
“Welcome home!” Elsie called as the front door opened, hurryin t’help with the bags. Spud barked excitedly, bumblin off a the couch, (Jack appropriately dubbed Spud “the world’s fastest couch potato”), tearin through the house an jumpin up onto Ennis’ thighs.
“Spud, giddown!”
“Hiya, Elsie,” Jack smiled, kissin her on the cheek. “Dammit, it’s good t’be home… we missed it. Missed you.”
“Missed my cooking, more like,” she laughed, kissin Ennis on the cheek in turn. “Disneyworld charges a fortune for one crappy hot dog, at least with me, ya get the goods ya pay for!”
“If that ain’t the truth,” Ennis nodded, hoistin a duffle bag over his shoulder.
“Can I take anythin for ya?”
“This here’s all we took,” Jack shook his head. “Y’can take the rest a the day off, we’re jus’ gonna get some sleep.”
“Tired from the trip?” She went t’the coat closet an retrieved her light spring jacket.
“Yeah…”
“Well, it’s good t’have ya home,” she called over her shoulder. “I left the key on the kitchen counter…”
“That’s great,” Jack shouted, shoulderin the bedroom door open. “Thanks again, Elsie.”
“Have a good rest!”
The front door closed, an it took less than the time it took for the sound a it t’hit their ears in the upstairs bedroom for Jack t’toss his suitcase aside an knock the bag outta Ennis’ hand, swipin him off a his feet an landin on top a him on the bed.
“Ooof! Goddammit, Jack!”
“Been wantin t’do this since we hit Stone Mountain…” He growled, nippin ‘long the curve a his lover’s neck. “Or maybe that high school… Hell, think I was wantin it when we got on the bus at River Valley…”
“Hmm,” he sighed, knowin there weren’t no fightin Jack Twist, not when he got somethin like this in his head an other more cherished parts.
“Thought ‘bout maybe sneakin my hand down the front a your pants on Splash Mountain, but you were already so pissed ‘bout it that I figured you’d only holler at me…”
“Probably…” He hitched a leg over Jack’s hip, a hand cuppin the dip a his back.
“Goddammit, you drive me crazy,” Jack groaned, archin his back downwards an into Ennis’ groin, elicitin a soft moan a pent up pleasure, a week’s worth, if not more.
Didn’t take Jack very long t’work Ennis’ belt loose, nuzzlin the thick thatch a hair between his legs, hands tracin down Ennis’ thighs with a gentle urgency that weren’t exactly demandin, but weren’t willin t’wait, neither.
The familiar warm depths a Jack’s lips encircled him an Ennis threw his head back against the mattress an groaned with an odd sense a relief. Even now, he felt kinda guilty when Jack pleasured him this way, since he weren’t doin much in return, but after a week a no contact, a week that he hadn’t been fully conscious of, he couldn’t be bothered t’think on it jus’ now, especially with Jack’s tongue swirlin on him like that…
It didn’t take more than a few moments ‘fore he burst, givin Jack all the warnin he could with a hitched gasp. Seemed all fine by Jack, however, who swallowed quickly ‘til Ennis, who hadn’t realized he’d arched his back so violently, fell back against the bed.
“Love you,” he whispered, so quietly he weren’t so sure he’d been heard until there came a soft kiss on his thigh. He made a motion t’pull his husband on top of him, who asked somethin ‘bout everythin bein okay, an he only nodded.
The familiar fullness took him, like it did every time, an Ennis bit down on the inside a his cheek. No matter how many times he let Jack be on top, he never could get used t’the feelings. Always took a few moments for things t’settle, t’get used t’havin another human bein inside a your body… an invasion?
No, an invitation.
But the feelin a bein so deeply connected t’someone else was a feelin he could never duplicate, even when he was buried t’the hilt within Jack; bein taken was a completely different animal. Maybe not as pleasurable in the physical sense, but the way it put his life into perspective, it jus’ couldn’t be, an he smiled at the thought, topped.
“What is it?” Jack panted, his muscles tensin; he was close.
“Nothin,” Ennis sighed, an clenched down at jus’ the right time, sendin his partner hurtlin over the edge with no lookin back, collapsin in a hot, heavy heap on his chest.
“Hmm…”
“Huh.”
Neither could muster any more intelligent utterances than that.
**
“You knew it, too?” Ennis sighed over the phone with Junior, regalin the happenings a the trip.
“Of course, I’m her mother,” Junior laughed. “’Sides, she told me.”
“Why you?” He asked, ‘fore he could think better of it… She was, after all, Jackie’s momma. Why wouldn’t she? “I mean, uh… didn’t she know she could tell us? Me an Jack, a all people?”
“Would you want t’tell your grandparents ‘bout your desires for someone else? Anyone else, man or woman?”
Ennis thought for a moment; he wouldn’t a been tellin his grandma ‘bout nothin, not girls, not Jack…. Guess it stood t’reason that Jackie wouldn’t want her crazy old grandpas knowin she was in love, period, not jus’ with another girl.
“Jack feels bad about it,” she continued, “but I told her you two would understand.”
“Yeah, I do, I jus’… wish I coulda said somethin t’her.”
“Daddy, honestly… would you a taken advice from someone at that age?”
Ennis laughed. “I ain’t takin no advice at this age, Darlin.”
“See?”
“So, uh… what’s t’come a her an.. an Vick?”
“Well,” Junior’s smile could be heard through the phone. “For starters, she’s takin her to the prom this May.”
Ennis’ stomach dropped; they’re gonna get teased or worse… I know it, I know it, I know it!
“An was wonderin if you’d maybe… come chaperone the dance?” She kept right on talkin as his mind whirled ‘round with fears for his granddaughter, an suddenly felt fiercely protective, knowin he should be there t’make sure nothin went wrong for the girls.
“Hell, we’ll be there,” he said without thinkin, without it registerin that he’d just volunteered himself, probably irrevocably, t’chaperonin a dance.
“Oh, thank you, Daddy!” She sounded like she was nine again, like she did at Christmas when he an Jack bought her that damned doll she wanted so bad from the local toy store, the one that talked and pissed its pants or somethin.
After he hung up, Jack passed through the livin room with Spud at his heels, ready t’go for their evenin walk, or as Ennis called it, “drag.” Spud was a powerful dog, as skinny as he was that sumbitch had muscle and could yank a grown man happily down the street; he knew, he’d seen him do it t’Jack.
“Uh… we still got them monkey suits from our weddin?”
Jack stared at him blankly. “I.. no, why?”
“’Cause we’re gonna need ‘em, Darlin. I think we’re goin t’prom.”
TBC
Written by the Inedible Miss Mandi
Rated: NC-17. Lock up your kiddies.
Warnings: Homosexual themes, but do I even have to say that? You're reading a BBM fanfic, ya'll. :) Het be damned.
Sequence 11-8
Written by Mandi
Warnings/Ratings/Whatever: Disneyworld. PG. Homosexual themes, but I’m sure you deduced that by the fandom you’re reading. ;)
“You didn’t know?” Annie asked her grandfathers later that night on the bus ride back to the hotel. Jackie and Vick had picked seats far enough back where they were out of earshot of their chaperoning parental units, discussing what all had happened, what it meant and where things were going. From the few glances Ennis could steal, it looked promisin; they were havin their talk while holdin hands.
“No idea,” Jack shook his head, chewin on a piece a Mickey Mouse shaped cookie he’d bought at a little fudge shop that Ennis wouldn’t set foot in.
“Oh,” she flipped her long hair over her shoulder an casually braided her auburn tresses. Ennis had t’shake his head t’get the image a Junior outta his head; Goddammit, she looked like her mother. As if it had been the braidin that caught him off guard, she explained patiently, “I don’t feel like doin my hair ‘fore bedtime when we get back t’the room, I’m too tired.”
“Uh… sure thing.” He scratched the back a his neck. “Uh… Annie… how long’ve you known… uh, ‘bout your sister…”
She laughed. “Longer’n she has!”
Jack smirked. “Could say the same ‘bout your ole’ Grandpa Ennis, myself.”
“Here, now,” his eyebrows furrowed. Doug an Tess were sittin in the way back a the bus, their heads leaned up against one another, blissfully sleepin, an for some reason, the thought a Jackie doin that with Vick made him damned uncomfortable… oddly, it wasn’t on account a Vick bein a girl, it was on account a Jackie weren’t ready for any kinda relationship… she was only seventeen, after all, Ennis thought. “Has it been, uh… days, then? Coupla weeks?”
“Years,” she shrugged, pitchin the braid behind her again. “Yeah, years, I think. I knew for years, anyhow.”
“How’d you know?” Jack wound his arm ‘round Ennis’, who was too engrossed in the unfoldin of his youngest granddaughter’s life that he didn’t even bother t’flinch.
“Grandpa J,” she half rolled her eyes, “if you think Vick’s the first girl she done kissed, you got another think comin!”
Again, Jack laughed, but Ennis felt icicles formin on the inside walls a his stomach. This ain’t the first? She’s only seventeen! If Vick ain’t first, who the hell was? An when?!
“You can’t be tellin nobody this,” she leaned in, conspirin ‘cross the bus aisle, lookin back t’make sure Jackie was well distracted -- an she was, by the look a what Vick was doin with her right hand in her sister’s hair, “but ‘member Elysse Goodman’s graduation party when we were freshmen in high school?”
“Yeah…” Ennis said warily.
“Yup,” a gleam flashed in her eye, like she’d jus’ told her grandparents where t’find the Holy Grail in that damned DaVinci movie Jack had drug him to. Weird shit. Weird conspiracy shit he felt too dumb t’follow. Always did prefer a good Western.
“What, her?” Jack’s eyes grew wide. “Jesus, I’d a thought she’s a picked a better looker’n Elysse Goodman.”
“Me, too!” Roared Annie, who shot a glance quickly backward; still safe. “Caught ‘em kissin jus’ ‘fore we left the party at the lake. None a that cute little ‘goodbye, congratulations’ kinda kiss, this was…” She shuddered a little. “Well, I don’t like thinkin on it… Not ‘cause she’s gay, though, jus’ ‘cause she’s my sister, y’know? An sometimes, it’s kinda like watchin ME kiss Elysse, an if I can tell ya the truth, I can’t stand that whiny little…”
Now Ennis laughed, a little relieved. At least Annie weren’t interested in nobody… At least nobody she could drag home, he thought, rememberin Tyrone at Frederick Douglass High back in Atlanta.
**
“Did you hear?”
“Hear what?”
“Jackie Mitchell an Vick Berg!”
“They kissed!”
“Kissed?!”
“Kissed!”
“I heard they’re an item…”
“Item?”
“Are they datin? Really??”
The bus was abuzz with rumors on the ride back t’Wyomin. Neither Vick nor Jackie seemed t’give even half a shit, an sat in their bus seats together, experimentally holdin hands, much t’Ennis’ dismay.
“Shouldn’t be doin that,” he grumbled.
“Let ‘em be in love, Ennis,” Jack didn’t look up from the magazine he was readin. Somethin ‘bout the Haunted Mansion they went on. Nine hundred ninety nine haunts, lookin for one more… He was of half a mind t’throw Jack t’the Disney Ghosts outta exasperation.
The trip home seemed longer, since there weren’t much t’look forward to, unless ya counted sleepin in your own bed, clean laundry an a wiry greyhound dancin at the front door waitin t’see ya after a week. Ennis sighed pleasurably, thinkin a his side a the jus’ soft enough bed, leanin his head back against the headrest, lettin his eyes close with ease, for the first time on the entire trip, findin a gentle sorta peace, slippin into sleep an driftin off as the convoy rumbled home.
**
“Mom! Dad!” Annie rushed towards her parents, huggin ‘em each in turn, exchangin the usual “I missed yous” and “I love yous” and “How was your trips?”
Jackie approached a little more cautiously, hand in hand with her new lover, her new life… her face was a mix of determination, fear an maybe shame… shame that she’d never said somethin earlier…
Kurt was the first t’look up at her an his eyes immediately fell on the girls’ clasped hands. Vick bit her lip an averted her mismatched eyes. Jackie didn’t move.
“Is this what I think?” He asked quietly. Junior said nothin, but did not look in the least bit surprised.
“Daddy… I… This is Vick.”
He took a step forward passed Annie, who looked rather worried an shot a glance at her sister that was meant t’reassure her, but probably did the opposite. Kurt drew himself up t’his full, impressive height. His face gave away little, if not nothin. He looked from his daughter t’her lover, an finally spoke t’Vick.
“Vick…” He nodded. “Short for…?”
“Victoria,” she said quickly. “M.. My name is Victoria. Victoria Berg.”
“Well, Victoria Berg… can’t shake your hand if it’s holdin onto hers, now, can I?” An his face split into a warm smile. “Nice t’meet ya.”
“N-nice t’meet you, too, Mr. Mitchell…”
Jack, Ennis an Annie breathed a collective sigh a relief that they knew all along they didn’t need t’be holdin. Ennis felt a hand slip ‘round his waist; he didn’t move t’correct it.
**
“Welcome home!” Elsie called as the front door opened, hurryin t’help with the bags. Spud barked excitedly, bumblin off a the couch, (Jack appropriately dubbed Spud “the world’s fastest couch potato”), tearin through the house an jumpin up onto Ennis’ thighs.
“Spud, giddown!”
“Hiya, Elsie,” Jack smiled, kissin her on the cheek. “Dammit, it’s good t’be home… we missed it. Missed you.”
“Missed my cooking, more like,” she laughed, kissin Ennis on the cheek in turn. “Disneyworld charges a fortune for one crappy hot dog, at least with me, ya get the goods ya pay for!”
“If that ain’t the truth,” Ennis nodded, hoistin a duffle bag over his shoulder.
“Can I take anythin for ya?”
“This here’s all we took,” Jack shook his head. “Y’can take the rest a the day off, we’re jus’ gonna get some sleep.”
“Tired from the trip?” She went t’the coat closet an retrieved her light spring jacket.
“Yeah…”
“Well, it’s good t’have ya home,” she called over her shoulder. “I left the key on the kitchen counter…”
“That’s great,” Jack shouted, shoulderin the bedroom door open. “Thanks again, Elsie.”
“Have a good rest!”
The front door closed, an it took less than the time it took for the sound a it t’hit their ears in the upstairs bedroom for Jack t’toss his suitcase aside an knock the bag outta Ennis’ hand, swipin him off a his feet an landin on top a him on the bed.
“Ooof! Goddammit, Jack!”
“Been wantin t’do this since we hit Stone Mountain…” He growled, nippin ‘long the curve a his lover’s neck. “Or maybe that high school… Hell, think I was wantin it when we got on the bus at River Valley…”
“Hmm,” he sighed, knowin there weren’t no fightin Jack Twist, not when he got somethin like this in his head an other more cherished parts.
“Thought ‘bout maybe sneakin my hand down the front a your pants on Splash Mountain, but you were already so pissed ‘bout it that I figured you’d only holler at me…”
“Probably…” He hitched a leg over Jack’s hip, a hand cuppin the dip a his back.
“Goddammit, you drive me crazy,” Jack groaned, archin his back downwards an into Ennis’ groin, elicitin a soft moan a pent up pleasure, a week’s worth, if not more.
Didn’t take Jack very long t’work Ennis’ belt loose, nuzzlin the thick thatch a hair between his legs, hands tracin down Ennis’ thighs with a gentle urgency that weren’t exactly demandin, but weren’t willin t’wait, neither.
The familiar warm depths a Jack’s lips encircled him an Ennis threw his head back against the mattress an groaned with an odd sense a relief. Even now, he felt kinda guilty when Jack pleasured him this way, since he weren’t doin much in return, but after a week a no contact, a week that he hadn’t been fully conscious of, he couldn’t be bothered t’think on it jus’ now, especially with Jack’s tongue swirlin on him like that…
It didn’t take more than a few moments ‘fore he burst, givin Jack all the warnin he could with a hitched gasp. Seemed all fine by Jack, however, who swallowed quickly ‘til Ennis, who hadn’t realized he’d arched his back so violently, fell back against the bed.
“Love you,” he whispered, so quietly he weren’t so sure he’d been heard until there came a soft kiss on his thigh. He made a motion t’pull his husband on top of him, who asked somethin ‘bout everythin bein okay, an he only nodded.
The familiar fullness took him, like it did every time, an Ennis bit down on the inside a his cheek. No matter how many times he let Jack be on top, he never could get used t’the feelings. Always took a few moments for things t’settle, t’get used t’havin another human bein inside a your body… an invasion?
No, an invitation.
But the feelin a bein so deeply connected t’someone else was a feelin he could never duplicate, even when he was buried t’the hilt within Jack; bein taken was a completely different animal. Maybe not as pleasurable in the physical sense, but the way it put his life into perspective, it jus’ couldn’t be, an he smiled at the thought, topped.
“What is it?” Jack panted, his muscles tensin; he was close.
“Nothin,” Ennis sighed, an clenched down at jus’ the right time, sendin his partner hurtlin over the edge with no lookin back, collapsin in a hot, heavy heap on his chest.
“Hmm…”
“Huh.”
Neither could muster any more intelligent utterances than that.
**
“You knew it, too?” Ennis sighed over the phone with Junior, regalin the happenings a the trip.
“Of course, I’m her mother,” Junior laughed. “’Sides, she told me.”
“Why you?” He asked, ‘fore he could think better of it… She was, after all, Jackie’s momma. Why wouldn’t she? “I mean, uh… didn’t she know she could tell us? Me an Jack, a all people?”
“Would you want t’tell your grandparents ‘bout your desires for someone else? Anyone else, man or woman?”
Ennis thought for a moment; he wouldn’t a been tellin his grandma ‘bout nothin, not girls, not Jack…. Guess it stood t’reason that Jackie wouldn’t want her crazy old grandpas knowin she was in love, period, not jus’ with another girl.
“Jack feels bad about it,” she continued, “but I told her you two would understand.”
“Yeah, I do, I jus’… wish I coulda said somethin t’her.”
“Daddy, honestly… would you a taken advice from someone at that age?”
Ennis laughed. “I ain’t takin no advice at this age, Darlin.”
“See?”
“So, uh… what’s t’come a her an.. an Vick?”
“Well,” Junior’s smile could be heard through the phone. “For starters, she’s takin her to the prom this May.”
Ennis’ stomach dropped; they’re gonna get teased or worse… I know it, I know it, I know it!
“An was wonderin if you’d maybe… come chaperone the dance?” She kept right on talkin as his mind whirled ‘round with fears for his granddaughter, an suddenly felt fiercely protective, knowin he should be there t’make sure nothin went wrong for the girls.
“Hell, we’ll be there,” he said without thinkin, without it registerin that he’d just volunteered himself, probably irrevocably, t’chaperonin a dance.
“Oh, thank you, Daddy!” She sounded like she was nine again, like she did at Christmas when he an Jack bought her that damned doll she wanted so bad from the local toy store, the one that talked and pissed its pants or somethin.
After he hung up, Jack passed through the livin room with Spud at his heels, ready t’go for their evenin walk, or as Ennis called it, “drag.” Spud was a powerful dog, as skinny as he was that sumbitch had muscle and could yank a grown man happily down the street; he knew, he’d seen him do it t’Jack.
“Uh… we still got them monkey suits from our weddin?”
Jack stared at him blankly. “I.. no, why?”
“’Cause we’re gonna need ‘em, Darlin. I think we’re goin t’prom.”
TBC