"Well, yeah…" Beth grinned in spite of herself. "We were plotting just who was going to get Dr. Rankin — and when…"
"Who’s Dr. Rankin?"
"A resident — one who is suddenly interested in the new, perkier me…" Beth primped and batted her eyelashes.
Toby laughed. "I can see that…" Ma WAS happier — THAT was readily detectable! Maybe that and a dirty mind was all it took… "What’s the plan?"
Beth sighed. "It’s on the rocks. I’m going to have to let Louise lay him first. Candace says I can’t have him unless she meets him and passes on him. She says he’s gonna be tough to fit into our situation."
"She’s right," Toby agreed.
"Yeah, maybe," Beth sighed. "But…"
"I understand," Toby nodded. A guy closer to her age … Even just for a casual bout or two, it would be a validation that she WAS desirable to more than just horny teenagers… "Well, maybe we can insulate him. But if it goes beyond the minimums…"
"Yeah," Beth sighed. "It gets complicated."
"Very." Toby nodded.
"Well, Candace meeting him already complicates things!" Beth exclaimed. "Do you know what she told me I should use as an excuse? She said I should tell him she’s my lover…"
"Huh," Toby grunted. "Yeah, that’s complicated…" He turned it over in his head — no, this wasn’t something he would interfere with. He shrugged.
"I’m going to bed, I guess," Beth sighed. "We’re going to meet in the morning to try to decide how to handle Louise. I think I’m going to pass her to Candace to deal with — although I don’t know how…"
"If the cat is already out of the bag, Nurse Carter has blackmail material," Toby opined. "Does she know any names?"
"No."
"Any idea what the plan is?"
"They had me hit her with the idea that she could join, but they needed blackmail material on HER … She didn’t like it," Beth related. "Somehow, the idea of second-class citizenship got out there — something stupid I said about her not being able to bring any boys to the group. She got kind of odd at that…"
"Carter, Carter…" Toby mused. "I know a couple of guys named Carter. She’s black, right?"
"Uh huh."
"What did she say?" Toby asked. "If she’s related to these guys, we could have our hands full…"
"Well, she got thoughtful — and kind of scary. And she left it at boys, not boy…" Beth related.
"Well, it’s additional entertainment, I guess, as long as nobody gets racist…" Toby hazarded. The Carter brothers — if it was THEM, Ma might just get enough to keep her busy… "I suppose that Candace and Jean will do what is best for everybody. Keep me posted, Ma."
"Yes, Toby."
"Good night."
"Good night, Son." Beth headed for bed.
Chapter 23
Posted: February 24, 2009 - 05:45:07 pm
Updated: February 24, 2009 - 09:25:53 pm
"Okay, your turn, Man."
"Hey! What the fuck?"
"It was two minutes, Man, not until you finished. You’ll get another shot…"
"Shit."
Louise Carter heard this exchange through the door to the small room in her small house occupied by her two large sons. God knew what they were doing … In the background were moans and groans and other noises that indicated that they probably had a porn video up on the computer they shared. She and Fred had decided to allow that in order to give them SOME outlet … Gathering herself, she tapped on the door. "Boys? Can I come in?"
"Shit!" someone hissed. "Kill the video!" There was a lot of thrashing around; the video was silenced, then Terence, her oldest, opened the door in his gym shorts, unable to hide a serious boner.
Louise ignored it and stepped inside the room. "I need to talk to you boys for a moment — and the subject is … delicate…"
"We ain’t done nothin'!" Terence grunted defensively, having retreated to his bunk and flipped a sheet over his embarrassing erection.
Louise held up her hands. "Nobody said you did, Boy!"
Damian, seated on the other bunk, held his peace, watching. The boys were very different; Terence was huge and had his father’s rough features, while his younger brother was smaller, smoother, and lighter- skinned — and only held a talking resemblance to anyone in either of his parent’s families. It was Fred’s contention that Louise’s birth control had failed at a swing party, and that Damian wasn’t his; certainly, her birth control HAD failed, and the evidence was damning — but no one had ever run a paternity test. Still, it had become more and more of an issue between Fred and Louise as the boys had grown up…
In fact, it was a real hot-button issue, now; Louise had underrepresented her relationship with her husband to Beth — they were an armed camp. Louise and Fred hadn’t had sex in months, and Louise suspected that he was looking elsewhere — and part of the reason was Damian. Damian was just too different — too smooth, too polished, too gifted … Terence was a chip off the old block — and that only pointed up the obvious. Add three scrapes with sophomore girls whose panties Damian had managed to talk his way into — all at about the same time — and Fred had rapidly become fed up…
Terence wasn’t much better; there had been a nasty incident wherein a girl Terence took out almost pressed charges for date-rape — and THEN ended up pregnant, something only papered over when Fred paid for the abortion … Fred was oddly proud of that, in some ways, costly as the incident had been — it proved him to be a stud, too, by proxy.
The boys had both gone on-line sexually at thirteen; there was a tacit agreement that they would confine the results of their masturbation sessions to some old cloth diapers that Louise had had lying around the house and that she would launder them and return them to the closet without commenting on the copious, musky coatings on them when she collected them from the boys' room. The antics that both of them had been involved in had marked them at school; girls stayed away in order not to get sucked into an embarrassing situation. Damian might have risen above this — his smooth charm could overcome most obstacles — but the fact that he had played the field so vigorously and publicly made the girls extra leery. So Fred and Louise let them download Internet porn and looked the other way while they suffered as all randy boys suffer through their teen years.
Now, as she settled into the task chair before the computer they shared, facing them, Damian waited, silently watching his mother while Terence blustered; Damian was the smarter of the pair, too — this wasn’t the first time he’d sat back and let his brother draw fire from a parent. Louise eyed him, letting him know that she was onto his little tricks while ignoring Terence’s ongoing defensive mumblings. Gathering herself, she cut across them, "It’s not about that — or, well, it is, and it isn’t…"
Terence shut up; looking at him, it appeared that he still had SOMETHING to feel guilty about, but she wasn’t going there. Besides, if it was a shared issue (and it undoubtedly was), Damian would do his best to sidetrack her to keep her from prying anything from his older brother — and he was good at it. Louise hoped it wasn’t important and pressed on, "I have a, well, proposition for you two — something that might benefit you — but I need to know if you’re interested AND if you can keep it a secret…"
"Secret?" Damian perked up.
"Yes," Louise nodded. "Secret. Thus far, when you two have entered into sexual relationships with girls, you’ve been TERRIBLE about protecting your sources. If I manage to set this thing up, you MUST keep it under wraps, or it will fall apart and ruin a BUNCH of people! If you don’t think you can do that, I won’t go any further…"