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“Does she know you’re here?” It sounded like an angel asking the question, and through the haze of thick pot smoke filling the room, Silas could tell she looked like an angel when she’d asked this too. For a second, the sought after Lisa was not a mature, shop owner, but a peer. A peer afraid of his mother in ways Silas long ago forgot to be.
“Fuck Nancy” he said, disrespect dripping from his tone of voice. Lisa looked momentarily stunned, but it wasn’t the first time Silas had expressed discontent with his mom. “It's Nancy now, not mom anymore?” Lisa turned her back to him, and was wrapping a block of cheese, sticking a price tag on it, trying not to show amusement.
Things hadn’t been going very well around the Botwin house lately, and although Silas Botwin would always love his mother, he rarely agreed with her choices anymore. To make matters worse, she dared to judge his personal life when hers was in shambles, and had ordered Silas to never ‘get another piece of cheese again.’ He felt a smirk spreading across his face, and he pushed a curled lock of blonde hair from his bright eyes.
“She doesn’t want me to have any more cheese” He said blankly, bringing the bowl brimming with weed to his lips again, and taking another hit, watching the room fill with smoke one more time.
“Well, the good thing is...” Lisa put her work aside, and turned to face Silas, taking the bowl out of his hand and setting it down on the counter with a gentle ‘clink.’
“I want you to have cheese” She said, one of her long, manicured fingernails poking at his chest., as her body seemed to wrap closer to him, moving smoothly against him. Silas looked upward for a moment, the smirk that climbed onto his lips moments before was cracking into a full smile.
“That’s a bad analogy for getting laid.” He pointed out to her, one hand sliding to the back of her neck, caressing it slightly, and moving in to kiss her before she could protest.
“I’m eighteen now, and-well…I’m just not taking orders from her, she doesn’t know what’s best for me, hell-she spent the last year raising us by selling drugs” He noted this while his fingers were fumbling to remove Lisa’s buttoned up white blouse.
“Well,” Lisa had run out of comment on the topic, because while she found herself very attracted to Silas, she also knew he had a mother that was “Crazy” she said out loud.
Her eyes moved back to his face.
“Oh god, I’m sorry-I didn’t mean, I just-“ She was at a loss for words again.
“No. She’s fucking nuts. But we aren’t talking about her-we’re talking about us. Don’t worry about mom; she’s probably sleeping with the mayor of Mexico right now. Or my Uncle Andy's chasing her around.”
Lisa’s eyebrow perked “Your uncle??” she said, a bit of alarm sneaking into her voice.
“Yes and no. My dad’s dead, and mom’s once remarried, once re-widowed-don’t know what real ties that leaves ‘uncle Andy” Silas sighed some and shook his head, his eyes focusing on Lisa’s breasts, they moved ever so slightly with each breath she took. “Forget all that. Like I said, fuck her.” His eyes were still training over Lisa’s body. “You’re beautiful” he said, his tone softening slightly.
Lisa had her own mischievous grin spreading over her face. “No, Silas Botwin---“she pulled him closer again, so there chests were touching, and she let her lips ghost against his ears. “Fuck me.”
“Good morning, senorita” Most people would be alarmed at some foreign man sitting at their breakfast table with a gun beside the box of cheerios, but for Nancy Botwin, this was just another morning.
“I don’t know what’s good about it, but---back at you” Nancy strolled into the kitchen, her piles of black curls were framing her small face, and her light green bathrobe seemed to emphasize her slender figure.
“Why you’re not smile?” The man asked Nancy this in broken English, but it was better then he'd been doing in the language, so she smiled slightly at his improvement.
“Because, it’s early, No coffee yet, no coffee---no Nancy smiles, got that?” She was leaning over the sink, already filling a pot of water up to feed herself the caffeine she so desperately craved.
“Oh. El Andy was looking for you” he told her, turning back to his newspaper, his fingers quickly filling in different numbers into little squares on the page.
“Yeah what else is new?” She said this with sarcasm dripping off the edge of her voice, as her doe brown eyes peered over her bodyguard’s shoulder. “That’s a 6.” She said, moving away from him and the game of Sudoku, to call up the steps for Andy.
“Oh, he’s not here. He went out to the pot shop to”stop Doug from wankin’ it all over the product and to-I don’t know. I didn’t listen after the wanking part” He confessed.
Nancy sighed, “I think he means he wanted to stop Doug from smoking all the pot Silas grew for sale.”
“No. He definitely said ‘to stop Doug from wanking it, Senorita Reyes”
Nancy sighed and brought a hand to her temple, the language barrier here got her in some interesting situations when she lived in a house with such colorful English speakers.
“Not Reyes. Botwin.” She pointed a finger at his face and said it again “Bot-win”
“Whatever, Senorita” he cracked a grin.
“Been talking to Shane again I see” Nancy looked around the room, urging the coffee pot to hurry, and even if you looked at her, you could tell she was impatiently awaiting some moment of sweet awakening.
“Did he leave for school already?” She looked around, glancing at the clock and only then realizing she’d slept in.
“Shit. Silas! He had a dentist appointment, they were going to fix the tooth he chipped playing basketball with Shane, I spent hours trying to get that appointment. You’d think there’d be more doctors in Cali, but nope...” She yelled for Silas, while one hand fumbled for her cell phone in her purse, already punching in the dentist’s number. “Silas, get up!!” she said again, sighing to herself.
“Oh, he’s not here either, Senorita”
Nancy’s jaw went slack, and as the receptionist on the other end answered her with an overly cheery voice, Nancy dazedly replied “Never mind.” And clicked her cell shut.
“What do you mean he isn’t here-did he take himself? To the dentist, that’s dangerous, I don’t want him taking pain killers and driving home that’s the last thing we need” Her hands were shaking now, reaching for the freshly finished pot of coffee, and busying herself pouring a cup.
“No, no dentist, Nancy-“he shook his head “Cheese. He said he went to get cheese. Don’t American’s mean that as money sometimes? Maybe he’s getting money.” The bodyguard suggested this idea with a shrug of his shoulders.
With that news, Nancy let her head roll back, and her eyes focused on the ceiling, her fingers tight around the hot mug, not even feeling the burn of it.
“Fuck!” Her eyes slid shut momentarily, and she counted under her breath from one to twenty. “I told him no more cheese, kids don’t listen do they?” she was sweeping up her purse now, throwing things into it that she thought she might need. In her own distraction, she packed a fork and Windex into the large bag, and grabbed her car keys, heading for the door.
“Nanc? You really going to go out someplace in your pajamas, and what the hell are you doing with Windex in your purse? Is that where it’s been-I needed it, I got to clean the mirror in the bathroom. Although, if I don’t clean the mirror in the bathroom, I at least don’t have to see myself in it. That isn’t half bad of a deal, what do you think? Hey, is there any coffee left? How are ya doing anyway?” Andy leaned against the door jam with his head tilted curiously in Nancy’s direction, smiling softly.
“Silas is getting cheese, Shane is probably with the porno twins, you and Doug are-way too close, and my bodyguard is learning English lingo from the boys in my house, who I don’t even think know proper English lingo-no, thanks for asking. I’m so fucking great right now” she said.
Andy shrugged his shoulders “Glad El Andy could be of assistance” He said, taking Nancy’s cup of coffee from her, and taking a long sip of it.
“What’s with everyone not letting Silas eat cheese, any fucking way? It’s not like he’s lactose intolerant, right?” Andy eyed Nancy as she glared him down; he took another sip of coffee. He truly enjoyed living on the edge, and nothing was as ‘edgy’ as stealing Nancy’s coffee.
“He’s fucking Lisa the ‘I don’t make sandwiches, I make weed subs’ person-lady thing”
Andy nodded, looking impressed “Oh yeah, he’s back in the MILF game”
Nancy looked at her brother in law for the longest time before speaking slowly.
“Yes. The Milf game. Great.” She pushed thoughts out of her own mind of the other woman’s attractiveness, and turned on her heels. “I’m going upstairs, getting dressed and then I’m going down there and fucking her world all up. Let’s say, if she’s cheese. That bitch is Swiss”
Andy yelled after her “Swiss people may find that offensive! Besides, I think she’s got enough holes-because..Ask Si-“Andy wouldn’t remember this conversation when he woke up, hours from now with the imprint of a size seven high heel on his face.
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“Fuck Nancy” he said, disrespect dripping from his tone of voice. Lisa looked momentarily stunned, but it wasn’t the first time Silas had expressed discontent with his mom. “It's Nancy now, not mom anymore?” Lisa turned her back to him, and was wrapping a block of cheese, sticking a price tag on it, trying not to show amusement.
Things hadn’t been going very well around the Botwin house lately, and although Silas Botwin would always love his mother, he rarely agreed with her choices anymore. To make matters worse, she dared to judge his personal life when hers was in shambles, and had ordered Silas to never ‘get another piece of cheese again.’ He felt a smirk spreading across his face, and he pushed a curled lock of blonde hair from his bright eyes.
“She doesn’t want me to have any more cheese” He said blankly, bringing the bowl brimming with weed to his lips again, and taking another hit, watching the room fill with smoke one more time.
“Well, the good thing is...” Lisa put her work aside, and turned to face Silas, taking the bowl out of his hand and setting it down on the counter with a gentle ‘clink.’
“I want you to have cheese” She said, one of her long, manicured fingernails poking at his chest., as her body seemed to wrap closer to him, moving smoothly against him. Silas looked upward for a moment, the smirk that climbed onto his lips moments before was cracking into a full smile.
“That’s a bad analogy for getting laid.” He pointed out to her, one hand sliding to the back of her neck, caressing it slightly, and moving in to kiss her before she could protest.
“I’m eighteen now, and-well…I’m just not taking orders from her, she doesn’t know what’s best for me, hell-she spent the last year raising us by selling drugs” He noted this while his fingers were fumbling to remove Lisa’s buttoned up white blouse.
“Well,” Lisa had run out of comment on the topic, because while she found herself very attracted to Silas, she also knew he had a mother that was “Crazy” she said out loud.
Her eyes moved back to his face.
“Oh god, I’m sorry-I didn’t mean, I just-“ She was at a loss for words again.
“No. She’s fucking nuts. But we aren’t talking about her-we’re talking about us. Don’t worry about mom; she’s probably sleeping with the mayor of Mexico right now. Or my Uncle Andy's chasing her around.”
Lisa’s eyebrow perked “Your uncle??” she said, a bit of alarm sneaking into her voice.
“Yes and no. My dad’s dead, and mom’s once remarried, once re-widowed-don’t know what real ties that leaves ‘uncle Andy” Silas sighed some and shook his head, his eyes focusing on Lisa’s breasts, they moved ever so slightly with each breath she took. “Forget all that. Like I said, fuck her.” His eyes were still training over Lisa’s body. “You’re beautiful” he said, his tone softening slightly.
Lisa had her own mischievous grin spreading over her face. “No, Silas Botwin---“she pulled him closer again, so there chests were touching, and she let her lips ghost against his ears. “Fuck me.”
“Good morning, senorita” Most people would be alarmed at some foreign man sitting at their breakfast table with a gun beside the box of cheerios, but for Nancy Botwin, this was just another morning.
“I don’t know what’s good about it, but---back at you” Nancy strolled into the kitchen, her piles of black curls were framing her small face, and her light green bathrobe seemed to emphasize her slender figure.
“Why you’re not smile?” The man asked Nancy this in broken English, but it was better then he'd been doing in the language, so she smiled slightly at his improvement.
“Because, it’s early, No coffee yet, no coffee---no Nancy smiles, got that?” She was leaning over the sink, already filling a pot of water up to feed herself the caffeine she so desperately craved.
“Oh. El Andy was looking for you” he told her, turning back to his newspaper, his fingers quickly filling in different numbers into little squares on the page.
“Yeah what else is new?” She said this with sarcasm dripping off the edge of her voice, as her doe brown eyes peered over her bodyguard’s shoulder. “That’s a 6.” She said, moving away from him and the game of Sudoku, to call up the steps for Andy.
“Oh, he’s not here. He went out to the pot shop to”stop Doug from wankin’ it all over the product and to-I don’t know. I didn’t listen after the wanking part” He confessed.
Nancy sighed, “I think he means he wanted to stop Doug from smoking all the pot Silas grew for sale.”
“No. He definitely said ‘to stop Doug from wanking it, Senorita Reyes”
Nancy sighed and brought a hand to her temple, the language barrier here got her in some interesting situations when she lived in a house with such colorful English speakers.
“Not Reyes. Botwin.” She pointed a finger at his face and said it again “Bot-win”
“Whatever, Senorita” he cracked a grin.
“Been talking to Shane again I see” Nancy looked around the room, urging the coffee pot to hurry, and even if you looked at her, you could tell she was impatiently awaiting some moment of sweet awakening.
“Did he leave for school already?” She looked around, glancing at the clock and only then realizing she’d slept in.
“Shit. Silas! He had a dentist appointment, they were going to fix the tooth he chipped playing basketball with Shane, I spent hours trying to get that appointment. You’d think there’d be more doctors in Cali, but nope...” She yelled for Silas, while one hand fumbled for her cell phone in her purse, already punching in the dentist’s number. “Silas, get up!!” she said again, sighing to herself.
“Oh, he’s not here either, Senorita”
Nancy’s jaw went slack, and as the receptionist on the other end answered her with an overly cheery voice, Nancy dazedly replied “Never mind.” And clicked her cell shut.
“What do you mean he isn’t here-did he take himself? To the dentist, that’s dangerous, I don’t want him taking pain killers and driving home that’s the last thing we need” Her hands were shaking now, reaching for the freshly finished pot of coffee, and busying herself pouring a cup.
“No, no dentist, Nancy-“he shook his head “Cheese. He said he went to get cheese. Don’t American’s mean that as money sometimes? Maybe he’s getting money.” The bodyguard suggested this idea with a shrug of his shoulders.
With that news, Nancy let her head roll back, and her eyes focused on the ceiling, her fingers tight around the hot mug, not even feeling the burn of it.
“Fuck!” Her eyes slid shut momentarily, and she counted under her breath from one to twenty. “I told him no more cheese, kids don’t listen do they?” she was sweeping up her purse now, throwing things into it that she thought she might need. In her own distraction, she packed a fork and Windex into the large bag, and grabbed her car keys, heading for the door.
“Nanc? You really going to go out someplace in your pajamas, and what the hell are you doing with Windex in your purse? Is that where it’s been-I needed it, I got to clean the mirror in the bathroom. Although, if I don’t clean the mirror in the bathroom, I at least don’t have to see myself in it. That isn’t half bad of a deal, what do you think? Hey, is there any coffee left? How are ya doing anyway?” Andy leaned against the door jam with his head tilted curiously in Nancy’s direction, smiling softly.
“Silas is getting cheese, Shane is probably with the porno twins, you and Doug are-way too close, and my bodyguard is learning English lingo from the boys in my house, who I don’t even think know proper English lingo-no, thanks for asking. I’m so fucking great right now” she said.
Andy shrugged his shoulders “Glad El Andy could be of assistance” He said, taking Nancy’s cup of coffee from her, and taking a long sip of it.
“What’s with everyone not letting Silas eat cheese, any fucking way? It’s not like he’s lactose intolerant, right?” Andy eyed Nancy as she glared him down; he took another sip of coffee. He truly enjoyed living on the edge, and nothing was as ‘edgy’ as stealing Nancy’s coffee.
“He’s fucking Lisa the ‘I don’t make sandwiches, I make weed subs’ person-lady thing”
Andy nodded, looking impressed “Oh yeah, he’s back in the MILF game”
Nancy looked at her brother in law for the longest time before speaking slowly.
“Yes. The Milf game. Great.” She pushed thoughts out of her own mind of the other woman’s attractiveness, and turned on her heels. “I’m going upstairs, getting dressed and then I’m going down there and fucking her world all up. Let’s say, if she’s cheese. That bitch is Swiss”
Andy yelled after her “Swiss people may find that offensive! Besides, I think she’s got enough holes-because..Ask Si-“Andy wouldn’t remember this conversation when he woke up, hours from now with the imprint of a size seven high heel on his face.
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