standing
in the drive, her butt to the door of the Mustang which was parked
behind the Fiesta, her eyes were on him.
Fucking great.
He crossed the street, walked passed Tina’s
house and was halfway passed Violet’s when her daughter skipped to
the end of the drive and called, “Hey, Mr. Callahan.”
Jesus. She called him Mr. Callahan.
He lifted his chin.
“We’re goin’ to the mall,” she informed him
and since she was speaking to him and she was Violet’s kid, instead
of walking right by her like he would normally do, he stopped.
Even though he didn’t respond, she took his
continued presence as indication she should keep talking. “Then
we’re goin’ to dinner and then a movie. Mom’s gonna spend Uncle
Sam’s money that he gave her when he was here.”
Cal had no response to this and he wanted to
be the fuck out of there by the time Violet got out of the
house.
He looked to her place to gauge how much time
he had and saw the older girl walking out which he thought was a
healthy signal to get a move on but he didn’t. Finding himself
curious, he looked between Violet’s girls.
Neither of them looked like Violet. They were
pretty but they didn’t get their mother’s rich, thick, dark hair
with that auburn tint to it, they didn’t get her curves and they
didn’t get her green eyes. Their hair was nice, it was also thick
and long. They had nice eyes and decent bodies, but they were too
thin in a way that, even though they were young, he knew they
wouldn’t fill out. They must look like their Dad.
Sucked for them. They were pretty and they’d
get prettier but they’d never be knockouts like their mother.
“ We already spent Uncle Sam’s gift cards,”
the younger one kept speaking and Cal’s eyes went back to her.
“Kate and me. I got these shorts and a bunch of other stuff.” She
pointed to her shorts but Cal’s eyes didn’t go to her shorts, they
went to the drive.
Violet was there and she was wearing that
cute, little jeans skirt that fit tight at her ass and hips and hit
her a couple inches above her knees. It was the one he’d fucked her
in.
Christ.
She had stopped dead, keys in her hand, purse
suspended at her forearm, her hand had stilled in the act of
draping it over her shoulder. She was staring at him, her lips
parted, her face pale, her eyes wide and he felt that look, her
stillness, it locked in his chest, it didn’t feel good and he
detested the feeling.
She was wearing purple, she was always in
purple. This time it was a light purple blouse with little, short,
poofy sleeves. The shirt fit tight at her ribs and showed a hint of
cleavage because it fit tight at her tits too. Her hair was down,
it was long, not as long as her girls, she wore it to just above
her bra strap. It was gleaming and sleek but flipped at the layers.
He knew how thick it was, how soft and his hand itched to fist in
it.
Taking his mind off that, his eyes travelled
the length of her and stopped at her shoes, which were purple too,
much darker than her top, two thin straps, one at the toes, one
around her ankle and a strap that connected the two. It went up the
middle of her foot and it had a bunch of flowers on it. The shoes
were low, not heeled, and they looked fucking great on her. He
liked his women in heels but he liked those purple shoes on Violet
better than any heels he’d seen in his whole fucking life.
“Hey!” her younger girl shouted, his eyes
sliced to her and he saw she was watching him closely. He also saw
that her excited, teenage girl act was just that, an act. She’d
seen him checking out her mother and what she said next confirmed
it just as it confirmed she was a little schemer. “You wanna
come?”
“Keira!” both the older one and Violet cried,
the older daughter loud, Violet on a snap.
“ What?” the younger girl asked, trying to
look innocent as she twisted her head to her mother and sister.
“He’ll have fun.” She looked back at him and grinned. “We
in the drive, her butt to the door of the Mustang which was parked
behind the Fiesta, her eyes were on him.
Fucking great.
He crossed the street, walked passed Tina’s
house and was halfway passed Violet’s when her daughter skipped to
the end of the drive and called, “Hey, Mr. Callahan.”
Jesus. She called him Mr. Callahan.
He lifted his chin.
“We’re goin’ to the mall,” she informed him
and since she was speaking to him and she was Violet’s kid, instead
of walking right by her like he would normally do, he stopped.
Even though he didn’t respond, she took his
continued presence as indication she should keep talking. “Then
we’re goin’ to dinner and then a movie. Mom’s gonna spend Uncle
Sam’s money that he gave her when he was here.”
Cal had no response to this and he wanted to
be the fuck out of there by the time Violet got out of the
house.
He looked to her place to gauge how much time
he had and saw the older girl walking out which he thought was a
healthy signal to get a move on but he didn’t. Finding himself
curious, he looked between Violet’s girls.
Neither of them looked like Violet. They were
pretty but they didn’t get their mother’s rich, thick, dark hair
with that auburn tint to it, they didn’t get her curves and they
didn’t get her green eyes. Their hair was nice, it was also thick
and long. They had nice eyes and decent bodies, but they were too
thin in a way that, even though they were young, he knew they
wouldn’t fill out. They must look like their Dad.
Sucked for them. They were pretty and they’d
get prettier but they’d never be knockouts like their mother.
“ We already spent Uncle Sam’s gift cards,”
the younger one kept speaking and Cal’s eyes went back to her.
“Kate and me. I got these shorts and a bunch of other stuff.” She
pointed to her shorts but Cal’s eyes didn’t go to her shorts, they
went to the drive.
Violet was there and she was wearing that
cute, little jeans skirt that fit tight at her ass and hips and hit
her a couple inches above her knees. It was the one he’d fucked her
in.
Christ.
She had stopped dead, keys in her hand, purse
suspended at her forearm, her hand had stilled in the act of
draping it over her shoulder. She was staring at him, her lips
parted, her face pale, her eyes wide and he felt that look, her
stillness, it locked in his chest, it didn’t feel good and he
detested the feeling.
She was wearing purple, she was always in
purple. This time it was a light purple blouse with little, short,
poofy sleeves. The shirt fit tight at her ribs and showed a hint of
cleavage because it fit tight at her tits too. Her hair was down,
it was long, not as long as her girls, she wore it to just above
her bra strap. It was gleaming and sleek but flipped at the layers.
He knew how thick it was, how soft and his hand itched to fist in
it.
Taking his mind off that, his eyes travelled
the length of her and stopped at her shoes, which were purple too,
much darker than her top, two thin straps, one at the toes, one
around her ankle and a strap that connected the two. It went up the
middle of her foot and it had a bunch of flowers on it. The shoes
were low, not heeled, and they looked fucking great on her. He
liked his women in heels but he liked those purple shoes on Violet
better than any heels he’d seen in his whole fucking life.
“Hey!” her younger girl shouted, his eyes
sliced to her and he saw she was watching him closely. He also saw
that her excited, teenage girl act was just that, an act. She’d
seen him checking out her mother and what she said next confirmed
it just as it confirmed she was a little schemer. “You wanna
come?”
“Keira!” both the older one and Violet cried,
the older daughter loud, Violet on a snap.
“ What?” the younger girl asked, trying to
look innocent as she twisted her head to her mother and sister.
“He’ll have fun.” She looked back at him and grinned. “We
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