pants.
I need to switch gears. As fun as it is to think about her body, I have a few other pressing issues to handle right now. I am so pumped that my surprise for her is turning out to be even more amazing than I could have imagined. It’s taking a little more time to plan so it won’t be until tomorrow night after the wedding shoot is over, but I can wait. I’m a pretty patient man.
The wedding is a whole other fiasco. I don’t want her to leave my sight the entire three days, but I know how unrealistic that is. Weddings are nuts, I’m sure as a photographer they are even more nuts and having an assistant there that can’t leave your side isn’t really helpful at all. I’ve resolved to spend as much time around her as I can and to try and not freak out when we are apart. Rob seems so worried about his cousin’s big day that I doubt he’d try anything that would ruin it. I’ll play it cool, but if he so much as looks at her wrong he’s going down.
My dad still hasn’t gotten back to me on the situation about the note. It is starting to worry me that this is bigger than I thought. Normally he is pretty fast with returning phone calls and getting information out of people. I thought about calling him, but I know he will call when there is something to inform me about. For now I can sit and wait. I feel like a fucking pawn. Not knowing why this is happening, not knowing who it is, just pisses me off. I am constantly on guard that something is going to happen to us when we are out and about. That’s what this whole thing is about anyway, isn’t it? The note said revenge. If it truly is Rob pulling these strings, then he wants revenge for his sister’s death. One he believes is my fault. The phrase on the back of the note makes me believe he wants to take my loved one away as payback. Does he not understand I lost a loved one that day, too? My hurt trumped his ten-fold, but whoever sent that note doesn’t seem to care. Either way, I have a sinking feeling that Molly is in for a world of danger when it comes to Robert Delany. One that I’m going to try my best to stop before it happens.
Molly and I finished up things in the office about an hour ago and decided to make the short walk back to her place. The evening air wasn’t as humid as it was and for being the first of May it wasn’t too incredibly hot. This place had nothing on Texas when it came to heat. That is one thing I really don’t miss about that state.
We got back to her house a little after eight after stopping for a quick bite to eat, as both of us were too exhausted to actually cook something for dinner. She changed into her shorts and tank top for bed right away (something that will be coming off later if I have my way with her) and hopped on the couch. I noticed the blinking light on the answering machine and headed over to press it, ready to delete it right away when a very familiar voice came over the speaker. Molly froze and listened to the message from the couch, not moving a muscle. We both were expecting this call, but neither of us really wanted to hear what he had to say. Maybe if we stayed oblivious it all wouldn’t be real.
“Molly. This is Al Savage. I have some very urgent news you and Tatum both need to hear. However, I am uncomfortable leaving this on your answering machine. You need to call me back, Molly.”
She turned and looked at me. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and called him back. Putting him on speaker phone, he picked up the before the first ring was over.
“Tatum. Is Molly with you?” What the hell, he was so worried about her.
“Yea dad, she’s here.”
“Hi Mr. Savage. I got your message. Can you tell us what’s going on?” Molly
I need to switch gears. As fun as it is to think about her body, I have a few other pressing issues to handle right now. I am so pumped that my surprise for her is turning out to be even more amazing than I could have imagined. It’s taking a little more time to plan so it won’t be until tomorrow night after the wedding shoot is over, but I can wait. I’m a pretty patient man.
The wedding is a whole other fiasco. I don’t want her to leave my sight the entire three days, but I know how unrealistic that is. Weddings are nuts, I’m sure as a photographer they are even more nuts and having an assistant there that can’t leave your side isn’t really helpful at all. I’ve resolved to spend as much time around her as I can and to try and not freak out when we are apart. Rob seems so worried about his cousin’s big day that I doubt he’d try anything that would ruin it. I’ll play it cool, but if he so much as looks at her wrong he’s going down.
My dad still hasn’t gotten back to me on the situation about the note. It is starting to worry me that this is bigger than I thought. Normally he is pretty fast with returning phone calls and getting information out of people. I thought about calling him, but I know he will call when there is something to inform me about. For now I can sit and wait. I feel like a fucking pawn. Not knowing why this is happening, not knowing who it is, just pisses me off. I am constantly on guard that something is going to happen to us when we are out and about. That’s what this whole thing is about anyway, isn’t it? The note said revenge. If it truly is Rob pulling these strings, then he wants revenge for his sister’s death. One he believes is my fault. The phrase on the back of the note makes me believe he wants to take my loved one away as payback. Does he not understand I lost a loved one that day, too? My hurt trumped his ten-fold, but whoever sent that note doesn’t seem to care. Either way, I have a sinking feeling that Molly is in for a world of danger when it comes to Robert Delany. One that I’m going to try my best to stop before it happens.
Molly and I finished up things in the office about an hour ago and decided to make the short walk back to her place. The evening air wasn’t as humid as it was and for being the first of May it wasn’t too incredibly hot. This place had nothing on Texas when it came to heat. That is one thing I really don’t miss about that state.
We got back to her house a little after eight after stopping for a quick bite to eat, as both of us were too exhausted to actually cook something for dinner. She changed into her shorts and tank top for bed right away (something that will be coming off later if I have my way with her) and hopped on the couch. I noticed the blinking light on the answering machine and headed over to press it, ready to delete it right away when a very familiar voice came over the speaker. Molly froze and listened to the message from the couch, not moving a muscle. We both were expecting this call, but neither of us really wanted to hear what he had to say. Maybe if we stayed oblivious it all wouldn’t be real.
“Molly. This is Al Savage. I have some very urgent news you and Tatum both need to hear. However, I am uncomfortable leaving this on your answering machine. You need to call me back, Molly.”
She turned and looked at me. I grabbed my phone from my pocket and called him back. Putting him on speaker phone, he picked up the before the first ring was over.
“Tatum. Is Molly with you?” What the hell, he was so worried about her.
“Yea dad, she’s here.”
“Hi Mr. Savage. I got your message. Can you tell us what’s going on?” Molly
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