thought – it’s not rain-proof anymore.
Dean takes it from me. “I’m sorry, I’ll get
you a new one,” and kisses me on the top of my head. “Let’s go
clean up and have some real breakfast.”
We drive back to the hotel and do a quick
clean up and pack up. We decide to find something to eat along the
way home. We head north this time, our plan to drive up and around
the Olympics, then take the ferry at Kingston. The drive may take a
little longer, but it’s more picturesque than the freeway back to
Seattle.
Dean and I drive into Forks and find a
logging-themed restaurant to have breakfast. I look around and
smile, you’d never get away with this in Seattle. There are old
pictures covering the walls of massive trees being cut down,
lumberjacks posing proudly next to the logs. I’m guessing the place
hasn’t been redecorated in over fifty years.
We both order the lumberjack breakfast, even
though it is almost noon. I figure that I need to eat something
hearty to keep up with Dean – his appetite for sex seems limitless.
I smile thinking that he will probably try to jump me again today.
He decided to sit next to me in the booth, on my right, so he would
have his less dominant hand available to caress my leg. By now I
know his M.O. – this man loves to touch.
“I was thinking… remember I mentioned that I
have dinner at my parent’s place every Wednesday?”
“Yea?”
“Well, um, I was thinking that it would be
nice if you came with me. For them to get to know you a little
better.”
I raise my eyebrows at Dean, giving him a
look like, ‘are you fucking kidding me?’
He smiles but otherwise ignores me and
continues, “Come on, please? Believe me, once they know you better,
they will love you like I do.”
Um, what? He loves me now? I pretend I didn’t
hear that last part and focus on the main subject.
“You really think that is a good idea?”
“I do. Please come.” Dean is rubbing my leg
again. He must know that my weakness is his touch. I clench my legs
together and feel the stirrings of arousal. He moves his fingers
onto the inside of my leg, “Please?”
“Okay.”
“Really? Great! I’ll pick you up after work
on Wednesday and we go over then. My parents like to eat late.”
“Alright Dean.” Man, he can be persuasive. I
roll my eyes and he squeezes my knee.
“I saw that Mallory. Be careful, or I’ll take
you out back and spank you.”
“Shhhh.” I punch him playfully on the
arm.
We finish brunch and head up the highway; the
trees are thick and everything is green. I’m going to miss this
next week when I’m back in the city and surrounded by concrete.
Dean pulls of the road, onto a small lane, telling me he wants to
show me something.
“I’ve already seen it twice today.” I roll my
eyes at him again; I love his reaction to this gesture.
Dean rolls his eyes back at me. We pull into
a large parking lot, surrounded by trees, not far from an old
house. We get out and I shiver; it’s colder here.
“It’ll take just a minute, then I promise
I’ll turn the heater on high back in the car.”
Dean takes my hand, leading me past a large
house that looks like it was built in the twenties. It’s set
practically on the beach of the most beautiful lake I’ve ever seen.
Just past the house is a dock, about twenty feet long. We walk out
to the end and I look around. The lake is surrounded by hills
covered with dense fir trees. I look down at the water and am
surprised that I can see down to the bottom, it doesn’t look very
deep.
As if reading my mind Dean interrupts my
thoughts. “It’s deeper than you think, the water is just so clear
that it appears to be shallow.”
I look out and can see logs under the water.
The lake is beautiful, but I think it would be a little
disconcerting swimming in it and being able to see the bottom.
“Why is it so clear?”
“Not a lot of pollution, the lake is
surrounded by a National Park.”
I look across the lake and
Dean takes it from me. “I’m sorry, I’ll get
you a new one,” and kisses me on the top of my head. “Let’s go
clean up and have some real breakfast.”
We drive back to the hotel and do a quick
clean up and pack up. We decide to find something to eat along the
way home. We head north this time, our plan to drive up and around
the Olympics, then take the ferry at Kingston. The drive may take a
little longer, but it’s more picturesque than the freeway back to
Seattle.
Dean and I drive into Forks and find a
logging-themed restaurant to have breakfast. I look around and
smile, you’d never get away with this in Seattle. There are old
pictures covering the walls of massive trees being cut down,
lumberjacks posing proudly next to the logs. I’m guessing the place
hasn’t been redecorated in over fifty years.
We both order the lumberjack breakfast, even
though it is almost noon. I figure that I need to eat something
hearty to keep up with Dean – his appetite for sex seems limitless.
I smile thinking that he will probably try to jump me again today.
He decided to sit next to me in the booth, on my right, so he would
have his less dominant hand available to caress my leg. By now I
know his M.O. – this man loves to touch.
“I was thinking… remember I mentioned that I
have dinner at my parent’s place every Wednesday?”
“Yea?”
“Well, um, I was thinking that it would be
nice if you came with me. For them to get to know you a little
better.”
I raise my eyebrows at Dean, giving him a
look like, ‘are you fucking kidding me?’
He smiles but otherwise ignores me and
continues, “Come on, please? Believe me, once they know you better,
they will love you like I do.”
Um, what? He loves me now? I pretend I didn’t
hear that last part and focus on the main subject.
“You really think that is a good idea?”
“I do. Please come.” Dean is rubbing my leg
again. He must know that my weakness is his touch. I clench my legs
together and feel the stirrings of arousal. He moves his fingers
onto the inside of my leg, “Please?”
“Okay.”
“Really? Great! I’ll pick you up after work
on Wednesday and we go over then. My parents like to eat late.”
“Alright Dean.” Man, he can be persuasive. I
roll my eyes and he squeezes my knee.
“I saw that Mallory. Be careful, or I’ll take
you out back and spank you.”
“Shhhh.” I punch him playfully on the
arm.
We finish brunch and head up the highway; the
trees are thick and everything is green. I’m going to miss this
next week when I’m back in the city and surrounded by concrete.
Dean pulls of the road, onto a small lane, telling me he wants to
show me something.
“I’ve already seen it twice today.” I roll my
eyes at him again; I love his reaction to this gesture.
Dean rolls his eyes back at me. We pull into
a large parking lot, surrounded by trees, not far from an old
house. We get out and I shiver; it’s colder here.
“It’ll take just a minute, then I promise
I’ll turn the heater on high back in the car.”
Dean takes my hand, leading me past a large
house that looks like it was built in the twenties. It’s set
practically on the beach of the most beautiful lake I’ve ever seen.
Just past the house is a dock, about twenty feet long. We walk out
to the end and I look around. The lake is surrounded by hills
covered with dense fir trees. I look down at the water and am
surprised that I can see down to the bottom, it doesn’t look very
deep.
As if reading my mind Dean interrupts my
thoughts. “It’s deeper than you think, the water is just so clear
that it appears to be shallow.”
I look out and can see logs under the water.
The lake is beautiful, but I think it would be a little
disconcerting swimming in it and being able to see the bottom.
“Why is it so clear?”
“Not a lot of pollution, the lake is
surrounded by a National Park.”
I look across the lake and
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