wall beside the living room entrance. His expression held confusion and pain. "What's wrong? Why are you acting like this?"
"What's wrong? You're asking me what's wrong ?" I gestured to the couch. "We just had sex on the couch, that's what's wrong!"
"We could have had it in the bed, but the couch was right there," he pointed out.
I threw up my arms. "You're impossible! All you're thinking about is getting back into my pants!"
John's good humor slipped from his face. "That's not what I'm thinking, and you should know that."
I furiously shook my head. "But I don't know that, and I can't think straight here. I need to leave."
I rushed to the door and made it out onto the porch with John close behind. "Wait! Please don't go!" he begged me.
I didn't pay any attention to him until I was out on the gravel driveway, and that's when I heard his bare footsteps behind me. I swung around to find him blinking in the sun in only his pants. The sun shone off his pale skin, and his blue eyes sparkled in the full light of the evening day star. My eyes widened and I rushed over to place my hands on his bare chest. "What in the world are you doing?" I shrieked at him. I tried to push him toward the house, but he stood firmer than a boulder in a field needing to be plowed.
"I won't go back inside without you," he insisted.
"And I won't go back, so you go on in right now!" I ordered him.
"Then come back in with me or I won't go," John repeated.
I glanced between him and my car; freedom from this insanity was so close, but I expected him to turn the shade of a tomato at any moment. I growled, turned him around and shoved him back into the house. He toddled along with a stupid grin on his face, but when we got inside the dark hall I noticed his body had a distinct touch of heat on the skin. "Aren't you supposed to combust or something?" I quipped as I shut the door behind me.
John turned around and shook his head. "No, but the symptoms will come along in an hour or two."
"And what are the symptoms?" I asked him.
"You'll see the welts and blisters, but I'll feel the heat," he replied.
"Any way we can avoid this? Any medication or anything?"
He sadly shook his head. "The only relief is a cold bath, and even that-hey!"
I had shoved him toward the stairs. "Then let's get one for you right now so you'll be ready for when the heat comes," I told him. I shoved and pulled him upstairs and into the bathroom, where I readied his bath and sat him down on the toilet. "Now watch the water and don't move!"
John noticed me creeping backwards to the door and shot up from his royal seat. "Where are you going?" he questioned me.
"Only downstairs, now watch that water and I'll be right back!" I closed the door behind me and clattered downstairs. In the study I found what I was looking for; a phone number for Cecil. Since he'd raised the boy from the age of ten he would know best what to do in this situation. I called the number and was relieved when Cecil answered. "Cecil, this is Miss Calhoun, the girl-"
"I remember you," he chuckled. "What seems to be the problem that you'd search out my number?"
"John went out into the sun without a shirt on and-"
"What!" he exclaimed, and I flinched. "Why in heaven's name would he do that?"
"Because he was being stupid-"
"Obviously," Cecil quipped. "Have you made him comfortable? Within reason, that is."
I rolled my eyes. "Yes, and he's filling the tub with cold water, but isn't there anything else we can do?"
"I'm afraid not, but I'll be right over." Cecil canceled the call and I felt a wave of relief wash over me and sweep me onto land; he would take charge and handle John while I slunk off.
Cecil was quick in coming, and even quicker to take charge. He stalked up the stairs and surprised John in the bathroom on the, well, john. John shot up and glared at his uncle with me behind Cecil. "What are you doing here?"
Cecil looked him up and down, and frowned. "I heard you'd done something stupid. Now I
"What's wrong? You're asking me what's wrong ?" I gestured to the couch. "We just had sex on the couch, that's what's wrong!"
"We could have had it in the bed, but the couch was right there," he pointed out.
I threw up my arms. "You're impossible! All you're thinking about is getting back into my pants!"
John's good humor slipped from his face. "That's not what I'm thinking, and you should know that."
I furiously shook my head. "But I don't know that, and I can't think straight here. I need to leave."
I rushed to the door and made it out onto the porch with John close behind. "Wait! Please don't go!" he begged me.
I didn't pay any attention to him until I was out on the gravel driveway, and that's when I heard his bare footsteps behind me. I swung around to find him blinking in the sun in only his pants. The sun shone off his pale skin, and his blue eyes sparkled in the full light of the evening day star. My eyes widened and I rushed over to place my hands on his bare chest. "What in the world are you doing?" I shrieked at him. I tried to push him toward the house, but he stood firmer than a boulder in a field needing to be plowed.
"I won't go back inside without you," he insisted.
"And I won't go back, so you go on in right now!" I ordered him.
"Then come back in with me or I won't go," John repeated.
I glanced between him and my car; freedom from this insanity was so close, but I expected him to turn the shade of a tomato at any moment. I growled, turned him around and shoved him back into the house. He toddled along with a stupid grin on his face, but when we got inside the dark hall I noticed his body had a distinct touch of heat on the skin. "Aren't you supposed to combust or something?" I quipped as I shut the door behind me.
John turned around and shook his head. "No, but the symptoms will come along in an hour or two."
"And what are the symptoms?" I asked him.
"You'll see the welts and blisters, but I'll feel the heat," he replied.
"Any way we can avoid this? Any medication or anything?"
He sadly shook his head. "The only relief is a cold bath, and even that-hey!"
I had shoved him toward the stairs. "Then let's get one for you right now so you'll be ready for when the heat comes," I told him. I shoved and pulled him upstairs and into the bathroom, where I readied his bath and sat him down on the toilet. "Now watch the water and don't move!"
John noticed me creeping backwards to the door and shot up from his royal seat. "Where are you going?" he questioned me.
"Only downstairs, now watch that water and I'll be right back!" I closed the door behind me and clattered downstairs. In the study I found what I was looking for; a phone number for Cecil. Since he'd raised the boy from the age of ten he would know best what to do in this situation. I called the number and was relieved when Cecil answered. "Cecil, this is Miss Calhoun, the girl-"
"I remember you," he chuckled. "What seems to be the problem that you'd search out my number?"
"John went out into the sun without a shirt on and-"
"What!" he exclaimed, and I flinched. "Why in heaven's name would he do that?"
"Because he was being stupid-"
"Obviously," Cecil quipped. "Have you made him comfortable? Within reason, that is."
I rolled my eyes. "Yes, and he's filling the tub with cold water, but isn't there anything else we can do?"
"I'm afraid not, but I'll be right over." Cecil canceled the call and I felt a wave of relief wash over me and sweep me onto land; he would take charge and handle John while I slunk off.
Cecil was quick in coming, and even quicker to take charge. He stalked up the stairs and surprised John in the bathroom on the, well, john. John shot up and glared at his uncle with me behind Cecil. "What are you doing here?"
Cecil looked him up and down, and frowned. "I heard you'd done something stupid. Now I
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