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Much,
much later she woke up because a huge weight landed near her back, startling
her into consciousness. Rolling
over, she knocked the pillow off her face and squinted. Sunlight blazed in the windows. A warm, wet tongue washed her face
enthusiastically.
Oh my god.
She
scrambled backwards, fighting her way into a sitting position. A dog she may have seen before
--probably with her bra in its mouth--sat on her bed, eyes fixed cheerfully on
her face, tongue lolling out.
“Weren’t
we going to school today?” Lucas
stood in the doorway.
“Fuck!” Denise shoved the huge beast off her
bed and vaulted off. “Get your
brothers moving. Christ. What time is it?”
Lucas
shrugged. “I dunno. Late, though.”
Denise
shot out the door ahead of Lucas, and headed towards her room, banging on doors
as she went.
“Move it,
People!”
In her
own room an overstuffed chair occupied the majority of a small bay window.
Denise used the chair for clothing storage. She rifled the pile, then tugged at
her jeans while hopping on one foot in an effort to don shoes at the same
time. She stuck her head out the
door, one hand protectively covering her naked breasts.
“We’re
late! Get rolling!”
Bringing
her head back inside the room she scooted into the bathroom, grabbing a bra
from the dresser as she swept by. She peed, washed her hands and face, brushed her teeth. She could come
back, after all, and get showered and dressed like a normal human. Now--now she needed to get the boys to
school.
Zander
staggered toward her as Denise stepped back into the hall. Good, she had 2 out of 3. She tried to
bang the door shut behind her. It didn’t close. The large dog shoved his head through and pushed by her. She scowled. Where the hell did this dog come from and why was it
haunting her?
In an
effort to keep her score steady at 2 out of 3, she yelled down the stairs:
“Lucas!” It was a good idea to
make very sure the kid actually kept moving. He was famous for falling asleep halfway down the stairs or
over his breakfast cereal.
“Yo!” The
word wafted up the stairs.
Satisfied,
Denise bee lined for William’s room, where she shoved the door open and groaned.
William
was on his stomach stretched across the bed, a tousled head hanging over one
side – her brother’s preferred position for sleeping. Denise worried his
head would explode some night. She’d come in some morning to find his brains all over the floor.
She made
a heroic effort to wake him. She
yelled in his ear while shaking vigorously. She opened curtains singing Climb Every Mountain in a voice that didn’t sound anything like
Julie Andrews. The kid didn’t
twitch. Knowing William, he wasn’t budging. Denise left the room, giving the door a great slam behind her. William had never been a kid you could
wake up one second before he was ready.
Maybe
Andrew would decide that two out of three was damn good for her first day as a
responsible guardian.
Out in
the garage Lucas and Zander were fighting over the front seat. Denise froze, her stomach dropping to
her shoes.
“Shut
up!”
The two
boys whirled in surprise so she must have yelled really loud.
All well
and good for Andrew to announce the boys needed to go to school. How the heck was she supposed to get
them there? There was probably a
shuttle that picked kids up. However it wasn’t enough to think about the
shuttle, you had to actually remember to call the service and schedule their
appearance. She hadn’t had much chance to think about calling the shuttle last
night while Andrew had been fucking her brains out.
Now they
were very late. She was short one
kid. And she had a suspended
license.
Denise
grabbed the cell from her pocket, poking buttons and
***
Much,
much later she woke up because a huge weight landed near her back, startling
her into consciousness. Rolling
over, she knocked the pillow off her face and squinted. Sunlight blazed in the windows. A warm, wet tongue washed her face
enthusiastically.
Oh my god.
She
scrambled backwards, fighting her way into a sitting position. A dog she may have seen before
--probably with her bra in its mouth--sat on her bed, eyes fixed cheerfully on
her face, tongue lolling out.
“Weren’t
we going to school today?” Lucas
stood in the doorway.
“Fuck!” Denise shoved the huge beast off her
bed and vaulted off. “Get your
brothers moving. Christ. What time is it?”
Lucas
shrugged. “I dunno. Late, though.”
Denise
shot out the door ahead of Lucas, and headed towards her room, banging on doors
as she went.
“Move it,
People!”
In her
own room an overstuffed chair occupied the majority of a small bay window.
Denise used the chair for clothing storage. She rifled the pile, then tugged at
her jeans while hopping on one foot in an effort to don shoes at the same
time. She stuck her head out the
door, one hand protectively covering her naked breasts.
“We’re
late! Get rolling!”
Bringing
her head back inside the room she scooted into the bathroom, grabbing a bra
from the dresser as she swept by. She peed, washed her hands and face, brushed her teeth. She could come
back, after all, and get showered and dressed like a normal human. Now--now she needed to get the boys to
school.
Zander
staggered toward her as Denise stepped back into the hall. Good, she had 2 out of 3. She tried to
bang the door shut behind her. It didn’t close. The large dog shoved his head through and pushed by her. She scowled. Where the hell did this dog come from and why was it
haunting her?
In an
effort to keep her score steady at 2 out of 3, she yelled down the stairs:
“Lucas!” It was a good idea to
make very sure the kid actually kept moving. He was famous for falling asleep halfway down the stairs or
over his breakfast cereal.
“Yo!” The
word wafted up the stairs.
Satisfied,
Denise bee lined for William’s room, where she shoved the door open and groaned.
William
was on his stomach stretched across the bed, a tousled head hanging over one
side – her brother’s preferred position for sleeping. Denise worried his
head would explode some night. She’d come in some morning to find his brains all over the floor.
She made
a heroic effort to wake him. She
yelled in his ear while shaking vigorously. She opened curtains singing Climb Every Mountain in a voice that didn’t sound anything like
Julie Andrews. The kid didn’t
twitch. Knowing William, he wasn’t budging. Denise left the room, giving the door a great slam behind her. William had never been a kid you could
wake up one second before he was ready.
Maybe
Andrew would decide that two out of three was damn good for her first day as a
responsible guardian.
Out in
the garage Lucas and Zander were fighting over the front seat. Denise froze, her stomach dropping to
her shoes.
“Shut
up!”
The two
boys whirled in surprise so she must have yelled really loud.
All well
and good for Andrew to announce the boys needed to go to school. How the heck was she supposed to get
them there? There was probably a
shuttle that picked kids up. However it wasn’t enough to think about the
shuttle, you had to actually remember to call the service and schedule their
appearance. She hadn’t had much chance to think about calling the shuttle last
night while Andrew had been fucking her brains out.
Now they
were very late. She was short one
kid. And she had a suspended
license.
Denise
grabbed the cell from her pocket, poking buttons and
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