— Chris Blackstone-Livingston and Melinda Blackstone-Livingston
“Chris, what do you think about me buying the station and putting John in charge of it?” Melinda asked, as we pulled out of the station’s parking lot.
“How would that be any different from just handing money to him?” I asked.
“I’m not giving him the station, I’m giving him a job, and a reason to forgive me,” she rationalized.
“Your hearts in the right place,” I replied. “But I think you should wait until we know everything there is to know about him. Jarod said he was a violent drunk, and that makes him dangerous. Who knows what else he’s capable of? He could be an axe murderer for all we know.”
Melinda chuckled. “You watch too much television.”
“No, I drank too much on the streets, remember?” I stated. “People play games, say they’re your friend and then steal your liquor.”
“Damn, baby.”
“That’s one of the reasons it took me so long to trust you, sweetheart,” I confessed.
“Because you thought that I was just another drunk after your liquor, metaphorically speaking.”
“Yes.”
“I’m so sorry,” Melinda said. “If only I could have been there for you.”
“Oh, but you were, Melinda. I used to dream about you before I even knew you.”
“You did? Kinky,” she joked.
“No, silly. It wasn’t that kind of dream. Well, not at first, anyway. After we had words at the restaurant, and I lost my job, I was furious with you, of course.”
“Yeah, I was a pompous ass,” she admitted.
“Yes, you were, but that night, I dreamed you came and scooped me up, and carried me off to your grand palace. Don’t you see, honey? My dream came true.”
As mad as I was that day at her impertinence, I was even more in awe of her beauty. Melinda was tall, sleek, muscular, and sensual, and she knew it. But there was a hint of a heart buried underneath her cloak of self-importance. I pushed her away time after time, but she kept coming back, like a puppy dog wanting to be loved. I’m just so glad that I gave her a chance.
She picked up my hand and kissed it, sending butterflies fluttering around in my heart.
“I’m so glad your dream came true, because I had the same dream,” she said, holding out her arm.
I scooted over and nestled under her arm, enjoying the warmth of her body next to mine. It was all so new, being married, and yet it felt so completely right, as if we had always been together.
“Honey, let me talk with John alone, and see what I can find out,” I said. “If he’s still drinking, I don’t think there’s much we can do to help him other than encourage him to get help, like Jarod tried to do.”
“No, absolutely not!” she shouted. “Uh, I mean, I don’t think that’s a very good idea. If he’s drunk he could be dangerous and you could be hurt.”
“I’ve fought off drunks before,” I assured her. Granted, I didn’t tell her about the black eye I got when I did.
“I don’t care. I don’t want you anywhere near that man until we’re sure he’s sober.”
“I love the way you want to protect me,” I said, patting her thigh. “It feels so good to let someone else defend me for a while. But, honey, I really can take care of myself.”
“I know you can, Chris, but I can’t stand by and do nothing.”
“All right, then I’ll talk with his wife, Teresa, and try to find out if John is still drinking and if she’s being abused.”
Melinda nodded. “Yeah, that sounds like a good option.”
Grandmother for Hire — Norma Shelby and Kate Stana
“I’m so proud of you, and I love you too, honey,” I said, staring at my great-granddaughter through the computer monitor. Melinda had set up a computer in the corner of the family room, so that I could Skype with my grandson and great-grandchildren in Texas. I still marvel at how afraid of computers I used to be. Now, I just tap on the mouse and see my family 1500 miles away.
Just as I clicked off
“Chris, what do you think about me buying the station and putting John in charge of it?” Melinda asked, as we pulled out of the station’s parking lot.
“How would that be any different from just handing money to him?” I asked.
“I’m not giving him the station, I’m giving him a job, and a reason to forgive me,” she rationalized.
“Your hearts in the right place,” I replied. “But I think you should wait until we know everything there is to know about him. Jarod said he was a violent drunk, and that makes him dangerous. Who knows what else he’s capable of? He could be an axe murderer for all we know.”
Melinda chuckled. “You watch too much television.”
“No, I drank too much on the streets, remember?” I stated. “People play games, say they’re your friend and then steal your liquor.”
“Damn, baby.”
“That’s one of the reasons it took me so long to trust you, sweetheart,” I confessed.
“Because you thought that I was just another drunk after your liquor, metaphorically speaking.”
“Yes.”
“I’m so sorry,” Melinda said. “If only I could have been there for you.”
“Oh, but you were, Melinda. I used to dream about you before I even knew you.”
“You did? Kinky,” she joked.
“No, silly. It wasn’t that kind of dream. Well, not at first, anyway. After we had words at the restaurant, and I lost my job, I was furious with you, of course.”
“Yeah, I was a pompous ass,” she admitted.
“Yes, you were, but that night, I dreamed you came and scooped me up, and carried me off to your grand palace. Don’t you see, honey? My dream came true.”
As mad as I was that day at her impertinence, I was even more in awe of her beauty. Melinda was tall, sleek, muscular, and sensual, and she knew it. But there was a hint of a heart buried underneath her cloak of self-importance. I pushed her away time after time, but she kept coming back, like a puppy dog wanting to be loved. I’m just so glad that I gave her a chance.
She picked up my hand and kissed it, sending butterflies fluttering around in my heart.
“I’m so glad your dream came true, because I had the same dream,” she said, holding out her arm.
I scooted over and nestled under her arm, enjoying the warmth of her body next to mine. It was all so new, being married, and yet it felt so completely right, as if we had always been together.
“Honey, let me talk with John alone, and see what I can find out,” I said. “If he’s still drinking, I don’t think there’s much we can do to help him other than encourage him to get help, like Jarod tried to do.”
“No, absolutely not!” she shouted. “Uh, I mean, I don’t think that’s a very good idea. If he’s drunk he could be dangerous and you could be hurt.”
“I’ve fought off drunks before,” I assured her. Granted, I didn’t tell her about the black eye I got when I did.
“I don’t care. I don’t want you anywhere near that man until we’re sure he’s sober.”
“I love the way you want to protect me,” I said, patting her thigh. “It feels so good to let someone else defend me for a while. But, honey, I really can take care of myself.”
“I know you can, Chris, but I can’t stand by and do nothing.”
“All right, then I’ll talk with his wife, Teresa, and try to find out if John is still drinking and if she’s being abused.”
Melinda nodded. “Yeah, that sounds like a good option.”
Grandmother for Hire — Norma Shelby and Kate Stana
“I’m so proud of you, and I love you too, honey,” I said, staring at my great-granddaughter through the computer monitor. Melinda had set up a computer in the corner of the family room, so that I could Skype with my grandson and great-grandchildren in Texas. I still marvel at how afraid of computers I used to be. Now, I just tap on the mouse and see my family 1500 miles away.
Just as I clicked off
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