Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact: Episode 3 -- Interventions
Part: 39 of 40
Universe: The Pact
Summary: The boys hatch a plan to energize the football team using their
excess feminine resources -- but they stumble onto something dark in the
process...
Content: mF M-dom humil rom
The Pact: Episode 3 -- Interventions
Chapter 39
Lon was the first to realize that Fernando was out. Randy started to
back out of Marta, but Lon stopped him, "Yo, stop!"
"What's up?"
"Pussy Boy isn't with us right now..."
"Yeah?" Randy was in no position to tell.
"Out like a light."
"Well, he wasn't Fernando the first time I fed him dick, I don't
think..." Randy muttered. "Better wake him up -- I'm shrinking..."
Fernando's nipples hurt. "Wakey wakey," a distorted voice said.
Fernando opened his eyes; the blond male was twisting his nipples.
"Ow."
"Welcome back."
"I went away?"
"For a while, maybe -- although you were awake for a lot of it." The
blond boy moved, reminding Fernando where his cock was. "I'm guessing you
were out there for a while, enjoying the party -- then your brain tried to
reboot -- and you crashed..." Lon pointed out the joining above Fernando's
head with his eyes.
Fernando looked up -- and flinched. There it was -- the vagina he'd
once had exclusive access to -- full of black cock, with a ring of white goo
for an accent. He looked back at the blond boy, who grinned. "You're on
cleanup duty."
Randy took this as his cue and backed out, presenting Fernando with a
half-erect, gooey cock -- and a flood of dammed-up fluids from Marta's
vagina. "Oops! Better get that before it hits the sheets! I'll wait,"
Randy chuckled.
Only the fact that he'd done it before allowed Fernando to do what
was required. Cleaning up Marta was actually harder than sucking the
softening black cock afterward; there was just something about seeing it pour
out like that... Fernando was nauseated. By the time he was done, he was
good for nothing but a trip to the bathroom to vomit and then collapse.
Randy and Lon bound him and left him in the Reyes' guest room for the moment.
Lon -- and just about everyone else -- then evacuated as Hank arrived with
Maddie and Pietro; Randy stayed behind to act as a guard. When he went back
into the bedroom to check on Marta, she was lounging against the headboard,
still nude. "Are you all right?" he asked.
"I'm fine," Marta nodded, adding, "I could become addicted."
"Yeah, wouldn't THAT be awful!" Randy laughed.
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That thought process occurred elsewhere, too. Jiang Yi and Frank
slept late -- largely because neither of them was used to having a bed
partner. Frank tended to sleep on his back, normally -- but for some reason,
kept waking up spooned against Jiang Yi, which wasn't comfortable for either
of them in the dead of summer. Eventually, they resolved the issue two ways:
Frank got up and turned down the thermostat so they could get more cooling
from the air conditioner, then threw off the blanket -- and Jiang Yi bent
forward a bit so that their only ongoing point of contact was Frank's cock
against the crack of her ass. Jiang Yi figured that at some point the whole
thing might become old hat and irritating -- but for now, it was new and
novel and very pleasant having a man in bed with her.
Just about the time Fernando got to witness Marta and her first sex
partner of the day down in what he'd come to think of as his dungeon, Jiang
Yi popped awake to the feel of a hand grasping her left breast. "Hey," Frank
grunted, rubbing an already elongated nipple between his thumb and fingers.
"Frank, I don't think I can..." Jiang Yi muttered.
"Oh, you could -- you'd just be sore, that's all," Frank chuckled.
"But I've got friction burn, too, so why don't you see if there's anything
decent for breakfast?"
"Oh." 'Back to the salt mines...' Jiang Yi struggled up. "Mind if
I take a shower?"
"Nope. Want me to wash your back?"
"Sure..." The 'but' hung there in the air.
Frank chuckled. "I'll try to keep my hands out of your twat."
"Just let me heal a little bit. It's not like I don't..."
"Shut up," Frank muttered without heat. "I get it. If I really want
it, you'll give it up, anyway, right?" Jiang Yi nodded, looking away.
"Okay, then. I've got wood, but the damned thing is probably numb, anyway.
Let's just go get wet and clean and we can worry about fucking later."
The fact was that after two nights of sex, both of them were
momentarily sated. Neither of them wanted to admit it, particularly -- and
CERTAINLY neither of them wanted to shut off the supply after their mutual
drought -- but they weren't teenagers and they'd both been busy in ways that
their recent off-and-on bouts with others had only somewhat prepared them
for. Thus, the shower, while certainly an intimate -- even sensual --
experience, especially for Jiang Yi, who got to luxuriate in the feel of
Frank's hands as he caressed her all over under the guise of soaping her,
wasn't the sexual experience it could have been. On the other hand, Frank's
treatment provided her with another compensation for dealing with his
brusque, dictatorial ways. If a man had ever worshipped and explored her
body like that, it had been before Sonya was born; if she needed evidence
that he was serious about his acceptance of her looks, this was it. As he
wicked the water from under her small, splayed breasts with a towel, she
asked, "Are you having fun?"
"Yeah," Frank chuckled. "Aren't you?"
"Yeah." Jiang Yi colored.
"Spread your legs, I'm headed south." Frank wiped down both of her
thick thighs, then came back to her puffy labia and circled behind to do her
ass. "Hey, lookie! There's a hole ain't been hit..." Frank chuckled when
Jiang Yi eyed him owlishly to see if he was serious while wiping her calves.
"Gimme a foot, Woman. Lean on the wall if you gotta." When he'd finished,
she was good to go with the exception of her hair. "Better ask Teela where
she keeps her hair shit -- AFTER you make me some coffee!" Frank announced,
swatting her on the ass.
"What am I going to wear?"
"Fuck, I dunno..." Thus it was that Jiang Yi happened on the girls
in the kitchen wearing a poorly-fitting men's bathrobe.
The girls had been up for a while; they'd not fared that well with a
bed partner, either, and sex hadn't been THAT much of a distraction for them.
"Do you have a hairbrush and a dryer I could use?" Jiang Yi asked
Teela.
"I brought yours in my bag," Sonya related. "It's upstairs."
"Oh, good..." Jiang Yi was mildly embarrassed that she'd been so
focused on other things that such things hadn't occurred to her.
"There is a nightgown, too," Sonya added, her face carefully neutral.
"If you want it."
"Cotton, or flannel?"
"Cotton."
Jiang Yi shifted her glance to Teela. What did she think of this
invasion?
Teela grinned. "Poppa might want you naked."
Jiang Yi managed a smile. "Eventually he'll find his eyeglasses."
"That won't change anything," Teela replied blandly. "Poppa's a
purist."
"Maybe, but there are others present."
Teela shrugged. "Skin doesn't bother me. Poppa and I don't do it,
but I think it's more to keep other people from getting ideas than because
we're shy. I've seen him and he's seen me -- recently."
"Coffee!" Frank announced himself, then looked around. "Y'all
gettin' along?"
"Yeah, Poppa, it's all cool. Ms. Ho is just wondering what's decent.
I was just telling her that she doesn't have to wear your old bathrobes for
me," Teela grinned.
"Punkin..." Frank figured he'd better say something about the female
invader.
"I'm WAY ahead of you, Poppa!" Teela grinned from ear to ear.
"When's the last time a woman spent two nights in bed with you in a row?"
"That'd have been your mother..." Frank wasn't sure that helped any,
but it was the truth...
Teela swept her gaze to Jiang Yi. "You remember that when Poppa gets
all bossy -- you're not the only one with something to lose!"
"Oh, thanks! Ruin my authority, why don't ya?" Frank pretended to be
outraged. Jiang Yi, having figured out who was serious and who wasn't,
turned away to the cupboard to collect a cup for Frank -- and to smile
without it being seen. She delivered the cup -- full -- to Frank, the soul
of obsequiousness, then said, "I'm going to go fix my hair now."
"Don't get lost," Frank growled. "This ain't breakfast."
"Yes, Frank." Jiang Yi padded off. Sonya waited a moment, eyeing
the other players, then rose to follow. Catching her mother at the stairs,
she led her to the room she'd shared with Teela and produced the hairdryer,
brush, nightgown, and a top and shorts outfit. Jiang Yi picked up the
hairbrush and began tugging it through her coarse hair.
"So," Sonya asked innocently, "are we going home tonight?"
Jiang Yi looked away. "That depends on Frank."
"Why?"
"You KNOW he's a group member. You KNOW what he has on us because of
it. Why do you ask?"
"Mom..." Sonya wasn't buying.
"What am I supposed to tell him? The goldfish needs feeding? That
goldfish is too fat, anyway."
"Mom..."
"All RIGHT!" Jiang Yi stamped her bare foot, turning on her daughter.
"Why would I want to rush off and sleep alone, anyway? Is that so great?
Why would I want to stop this?"
Sonya broke into a grin. "At least now you're being honest about
it!"
Jiang Yi sighed. "My flower, the last time I spent two nights in a
row with a man was before you were born. Can you see how I might be
reluctant?" She glanced around for a power outlet for the dryer.
"No, I understand, but..." Sonya pointed out a plug along the wall
by Teela's mirror chest. "I mean, aren't you settling?"
Jiang Yi turned a look of consternation on her daughter. "You talk
like you really believe I have a choice!"
Sonya shrugged. "Sometimes nothing really IS better than
anything..."
Jiang Yi smiled crookedly, turning on the hairdryer. There was
silence -- aside from the dryer -- for the minute or so it took to fluff out
her hair. Putting the dryer and hairbrush down deliberately, she told Sonya,
"Not in this case, my flower. I would be chasing Frank anyway. There is
something indefinable about him..." She opened the robe and took it off,
then stood pondering the selection of clothing her daughter had supplied her
-- and chose the nightgown.
From Sonya's point of view, it was a telling choice. "Is he that
good?"
"Oh, yes!" Jiang Yi nodded. "Maybe not for everyone, but for me..."
"You still sound like..."
"I'm settling?" Jiang Yi smiled. "If I could stand the competition,
I might recommend that you discover for yourself, my flower -- but I can't.
Just take my word for it. Besides," she looked away, smiling, "that's not
all there is to it."
"If you say so." Sonya clearly wasn't convinced.
"I know how he must seem to you -- rough, ill-mannered, demanding --
but the things he says and does, they... resonate... with me."
"I saw him make you cry."
"And you know I was happy," Jiang Yi retorted. "Happy for the first
time in..." She shrugged.
"Teela says he says things the hard way."
"Yes. Maybe that's it. Plain. Unvarnished. But real -- you don't
have to look at a two by four to know it is real and not pressed wood with
plastic over it. What you see is what you get -- maybe you get splinters,
but you know what you're holding and what it will take. Frank doesn't say
sweet things -- but sometimes they're there, anyway, just because you know he
told you the truth." She sighed. "My biggest worry is that he'll say,
'Okay, it was fun. Maybe we'll do it again sometime.' And mean it."
"Teela says different," Sonya muttered, digging in the bag.
"Panties?"
"Not now. What does she say?"
"He's supposedly as soft and gooey inside as you are."
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Downstairs, Frank sucked at his coffee, eyeing his daughter. "That
Sonya is a hot looking little number. She got a pack of boyfriends?"
Teela shook her head. "She's shy or something -- doesn't trust boys
at all. She could be a lesbian, but I don't think she really goes that far.
Jiang Yi is really her mother?"
Frank shrugged. "Maybe you should ask. Probably wouldn't be a good
idea if I did. She looks like a mixed breed -- very... exotic."
"Exotic? Poppa, when did you hit the dictionary?" Teela teased.
"I got a couple in here..." Frank tapped his temple.
Teela laughed. Rough-hewn as he was, Teela knew that her father was
neither a fool nor an idiot. "I think her father was black. I heard the
guys say something once about how Jiang Yi wasn't popular with the Chinese
community because of it."
"Yeah." Frank nodded. "They wouldn't be. Loss of face or some
such. I've seen it." He sighed. "As if she didn't have enough problems."
"So, that's it?" Teela asked. "You pity her? She's a mercy fuck?"
Frank looked up, but Teela was grinning from ear to ear. "Yeah,
that's it. That's my story, and I'm stickin' to it."
"How long do you figure she'll believe it?" Teela teased.
"Oh, I probably screwed the pooch already, but this thing is sorta
like politics -- just because it ain't true don't mean it ain't official."
Frank grinned over his cup.
"How long are you gonna run her ragged?" Teela asked.
Frank shrugged. "Long as I can. Ain't like she don't like it."
"You're a bad man, Poppa," Teela chastised -- but she was grinning.
"Nah. Ain't nobody getting' hurt here."
"You could hurt her -- bad!"
"What kinda fuckin' jackass would I be if I did that?" Frank
retorted. "How many times in recent memory have I taken a woman to bed
twice, period -- let alone two nights in a row?"
"Well, there was Adele..."
"Yeah, well, we both knew the score."
"What IS the score, Poppa?" Teela asked quietly.
"I got to spell it out for you?" Frank eyed her. "I like the little
skank. I like fuckin' her and I like fuckin' with her. I plan to keep at it
until one of us gets bored!"
"And if that doesn't happen?"
Frank pursed his lips and looked away. "We might hafta find a place
for little Sonya to hang her shit."
"And how likely is THAT?" Teela asked archly.
"Too early to tell." Frank didn't look at her.
"Liar!"
Frank gave her the eye. "What the fuck do YOU know about it?"
"I know when you're happy, Poppa -- and you are!"
Frank shrugged. "Might not last."
"With her waiting on you hand and foot -- and sucking up every bit of
attention you give her like a starving person? What could go wrong?"
"She'll get tired of it."
"Not for a long time," Teela predicted. "Too long. When that
happens, she'll just renegotiate to get some of her dignity back -- but she
won't go anywhere. She literally has nowhere to go!"
Frank eyed her. "So, you're tryin' to make me feel bad?"
"I'm just telling you I can read the writing on the wall, Poppa!"
Frank rubbed his face. "And?"
"And I'm fine with it. We'll put in bunk beds or something."
"Lookit -- marriage ain't in the cards. I don't ever want her that
comfortable. They get to own you -- and the divorce laws fix it so you STAY
owned!"
"She doesn't want your money, Poppa -- she wants your love!"
"Well she can HAVE that!" Frank shut up abruptly. "Maybe I said
that wrong..."
Teela giggled. "And maybe you didn't!"
"Jeezus!" Frank got up and went to the kitchen doorway. "Woman!" he
roared. "I'm fuckin' starving here!" Teela giggled again.
Jiang Yi came hot-footing it down the stairs. "I'm coming! I'm
coming!"
"About damned time!" Frank growled. "I got her harassing me and I
got low blood sugar, so I catch myself sayin' stupid shit..."
"Like what?"
"Don't YOU fuckin' start!"
Jiang Yi glanced at Teela, who pressed her lips together and shook
her head, then got up and headed for the door. "I'll check on Sonya."
"She can't find the kitchen?" Frank grunted, then waved it off. What
was he gonna do -- chase the three of them all over the house so they
couldn't plot against him? "Bad enough with ONE female under this roof..."
he muttered.
"You'll survive," Jiang Yi predicted. "You might even decide you
like it." She started digging in the refrigerator.
"That'd probably be proof I was ready for the funny farm," Frank
grunted, getting up. He started for the coffee pot on the counter -- but
veered to the refrigerator to put his hand on Jiang Yi's ass. Jiang Yi
stopped and turned her head to look at him. "No panties?" he ventured.
"No."
"Huh." Frank slid his hand beneath the short cotton nightgown and
resumed fondling her ass -- directly, this time.
"Do you want me to cook?" Jiang Yi asked calmly.
"You don't use your ass to cook."
Jiang Yi nodded and started pulling eggs and bacon from the
refrigerator.
Teela met Sonya on the stairs. "She's hopeless," Sonya muttered.
"Well, it's mutual," Teela whispered back.
"Really?"
"I just confirmed it. Poppa's bark is a LOT worse than his bite."
"So what's next?"
Teela shrugged. "We could go to your place and give them some peace
tonight. Then there's Rick..."
"What about him?"
"Don't worry about it. Let's go eat."
Frank hadn't removed his hand when they hit the kitchen; Sonya
goggled and Teela giggled. The pair shared a glance as Frank reluctantly
removed his hand; Teela whispered, "Well, she wasn't exactly yelling and
screaming..." In fact, Jiang Yi looked around to see why Frank wasn't
fondling her, took in the girls, visibly thought about it, eyeing Teela
especially, wiped her hands on a towel, collected Frank's hand, and slid it
back under her nightgown. Frank, grinning, wormed it around front to rub her
belly -- but the process left one cheek of her ass exposed. Frank positioned
himself to mask it, more or less.
"Wow," Sonya whispered. "She's shameless!"
"Yeah... Poppa's all broken up about it, too, I see. Guys like that
kind of thing," Teela replied.
"But..."
"Ownership. Guys are big on ownership. You'll find out. Hey, it
isn't the supermarket..." Teela grinned.
"Well, maybe not. But you and I..."
"We're gonna have to put up with it. They're in love..." Teela
batted her eyes and clutched her hands together at her cheek. Sonya erupted
in laughter. Frank glanced around, glared, and rumbled, "Don't start no
shit." Jiang Yi surreptitiously pinned his hand between her and the counter.
Frank grinned then got a thoughtful look. "You know, you might not want to
get anything on that nightie..." Jiang Yi eyed him sidelong, smiling, and
reached for a towel.
"Okay! Okay!" Teela erupted.
"What?" Sonya glanced around, blinking.
"Poppa is threatening to have your mother go naked -- and she's
cooperating, I think! Follow my lead..." Turning to her father Teela said,
"If she goes naked, everybody else should, too!" and reached for the hem of
her nightie. She nudged Sonya, who followed suit, worrying visibly if their
bluff would be called.
It wasn't. Frank rubbed his chin and decided, "Well, you can always
wash it. I don't want to start no shit." Jiang Yi actually pouted, causing
Frank to ask, "You in a hurry to get nekkid again?"
Embarrassment overcame Jiang Yi. "I just like being touched."
Frank put down his cup, circled behind her, and lifted the nightie to
rub bare skin with both hands, "I didn't say I was gonna stop..."
"Gawd! They're disgusting!" Sonya yelped.
"Get yourself a man and then tell me that shit!" Frank jibed over his
shoulder. "Notice I don't hear that crap from Teela..." Teela shrugged and
nodded agreement. "Why don't you two get outta here -- we'll call you when
there's something to eat," Frank added. Teela nodded toward the door and the
girls left. "She not into boys?" Frank asked.
"Well, it partly my fault. I've been telling her for years that all
men are animals," Jiang Yi admitted.
"Yeah. And?"
"Well, it's sour grapes, mostly."
"Yeah, well, you was unappreciated, big time..."
"Yeah. What about now?"
"Don't start no shit, Woman!" But his lips on her neck left Jiang Yi
shaking.
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"So, how you doin'?" Fred asked Tabitha. They were in Fred's truck,
taking Tabitha home. Somehow, sex and socialization hadn't mixed...
"I'm okay."
"I haven't seen you in a while. You been busy?"
"Sometimes," Tabitha agreed. "Off and on."
"Yeah, me too..." Fred searched for another subject. "You gonna be
all right, comin' home the next day?"
Tabitha shrugged. "Momma was happy to get me out of the house last
night -- but if she's hung over..."
"Huh. Need help with that?"
"Well, Momma's on this kick that if I'm having sex, I ought to bring
her home money..."
"No shit?"
"Yeah. Everybody seems to think that's pretty awful -- but she DID
pay to raise me..."
"Well..." Fred had heard some shit before, but this... "I'm sure
she did, but don't your momma damn near live at the welfare office and the
courthouse?"
"Well, yeah."
"How many of you kids got the same daddy?"
"Well, none of us, actually."
"And you think that ain't a coincidence?"
"Ummm..."
"More daddies is more money, Sweet Thang. Your momma grows kids for
a cash crop," Fred said gently.
"What?"
Fred sighed. Tabitha was a fine fuck, but she wasn't smart...
"Okay, lemme break it down for you. I KNOW you know more kids is more
welfare..."
"Well, yeah..."
"Okay, then. If your momma had all of you by one dude, he'd be the
only one she could chase for child support. But if each of you has a
different daddy, then she's got five -- six guys to hit up individually -- so
it's more money, see?" Fred waved his hands, trying to pull Tabitha along the
road to enlightenment.
Tabitha looked a little green in the gills. "Well, okay, but..."
"Hey, maybe it wasn't deliberate -- probably not the second or the
third time -- but... Is she planning on having any more kids?"
"Uuuhhh..."
Fred snickered. "Who's gonna raise 'em?" Tabitha looked
thunderstruck. "And she wants you to hook." Fred shook his head. "Sweet
Thang, I got to tell you -- you ain't SMART enough to hook!"
"Well, I know that, sorta," Tabitha admitted. "I got a couple of
guys looking out for me..."
"What do they want?"
"Nothing." Tabitha shook her head. "Well, sex. But no money --
they both think Momma is the pits."
"Okay. Maybe they're okay," Fred mused. "You have to be real
careful, though. Do I know any of them?"
"Uh huh. Rico."
"He's probably okay -- I'll talk to him. What's he been doin'?"
"He hooked me up with a couple of guys who gave me money for Momma.
We partied..."
"Sounds okay. Look, if you got nobody else, call me, okay? I might
want to see you once in a while, anyway -- you be a fine fuck," Fred
declared, giving her a business card. Tabitha smiled at the compliment.
"C'mon, I'll go in with you."
"You don't have to..." Real fear over Momma's reaction colored
Tabitha's voice.
"Okay, we'll do this. You go in and leave the door open a little.
If she don't give you shit in the first couple of minutes, I'll take off --
otherwise..."
"Okay." They got out of the truck and headed up the walk. A bit
later, Tabitha was letting herself in, waving at Fred, hoping that that would
be the end of it.
It wasn't. "Where the fuck YOU been?" Big Momma railed.
"Out. You wanted me gone!"
"And what was you doin'?"
"Hangin' with friends."
"Fuckin'?" Big Momma peered at her. "Never mind, I can see it in
your face! Them needle-dicks give you any money? Nooo.... When you gonna
wise up?"
"Shit, Momma! What kind of person puts her daughter out on the
street for money -- and expects her to raise her kids? How come we've all
got different daddies? Are we some kinda cash crop? You want me to get
pregnant and live at home so you can take my checks, too, don't you? You
said so, once..."
"WHAT? Who put that shit in your head? You... I... We... Get the
fuck out! I don't even want to look at ya!"
"Welfare don't pay for me when I hit eighteen, do they?" Tabitha
erupted.
Momma lurched up off the couch. "You get the fuck out of here!
After you been on the fuckin' street for a coupla weeks, we'll see who's
fuckin' who! Go on -- go in the other room and throw your shit in a laundry
bag and get it the fuck out! You fuckin' ungrateful little cunt!"
"Shut your hole, you sorry old fat-assed bitch!" a voice roared
behind Big Momma. She spun to discover Fred standing there. "You fuckin'
SUCK! Kids to you are just money so you can sit on that big ass of yours and
smoke dope! EVERYBODY fuckin' knows it!"
"Well, well! This your new old man?" Big Momma sniped. "I heard of
YOU, Fred Carter -- and you ain't got SHIT to say!"
"I ain't put my kids out to fuckin' hook!" Fred retorted. "I may be
a sorry motherfucker, but I ain't THAT sorry!"
"What's your old lady gonna say when you bring one home?" Big Momma
sneered. "Go on, you silly cunt! Get your shit! You can see how things go
when ol' Fred, here, shows up with your ass at his house! Git!" She shoved
Tabitha.
"Go on -- we'll think of something," Fred told Tabitha. Tabitha got
out of there.
The noise level didn't abate; ten minutes later, Tabitha had the vast
majority of her things in a laundry bag and a basket -- but Big Momma
insisted on getting the basket back, so they dumped the things in the bed of
Fred's pickup. Tabitha waited to break down until they pulled away from the
curb. "Now what am I going to do?" she wailed.
"We'll tighten you up, somehow..." Fred rubbed his head. A couple
of blocks later, he pulled over and consoled Tabitha while dialing his phone.
Fernando had already been evacuated; Terence and Louise and Bonita
were seated at Candace's kitchen table when Terence's phone rang. "Where's
your mother?" Fred demanded.
"Working," Terence lied, holding a finger to his lips.
"Lookit, Tabitha just got thrown out by her old fat bitch of a
mother," Fred related. "I need to get her a place to stay..."
"No shit? What happened?"
"Her momma gave her shit for not comin' home with money. Sorry-assed
old cunt..." Fred groused. "Shit got outta hand."
"Okay, I'll ask around," Terence promised.
"I'm takin' her back to the house," Fred advised. "But I sure as
shit can't be there with her when your mama comes home!"
"Yeah, no shit. I'll start things rolling," Terence promised, and
hung up.
"So, do I ask what the Hell your old man was doing with Tabitha?"
Louise asked.
"He walked in on Damian and I and Nita and Alyssa..." Terence
explained. "We got her out to give him something to do."
"Dammit! I don't WANT him getting pussy all the time!" Louise
ranted.
"Look, you got your plans and your reasons -- but we've got to live
with BOTH of you!" Terence shot back hotly. "Besides, he's been doing
Tabitha since the bathroom..."
"And I didn't approve of THAT, either!"
"But you like the bathroom, right?"
Louise glared. "All right. You find her something -- something that
won't last more than a day! I don't have anything against Tabitha, but I
want your old man worrying and sweating over where she's gonna stay on a
daily basis until he comes to me, hat in hand, to explain, if possible. You
get me? No permanent solutions! We'll take care of her on the far end -- in
fact, I'll want to talk to her -- but I want your old man worrying about this
shit night and day, if possible."
"You know, Mama, he's changin'. And this isn't his fault. And it
isn't Tabitha's, either!"
"Well, if I get convinced he's changed, I'll lighten up -- AFTER I've
taken a couple of chunks!" Louise replied. "This isn't about Tabitha -- it's
about the one before -- and the one before that, and the one before THAT!"
"Yeah, yeah..." Sometimes it was tough to tell which one of them was
worse...
The Hayes were committed to the Fernando project. Trish and Phyllis
would have taken Tabitha in and kept her, but that wasn't what Louise wanted.
Lon was out on the Fernando thing, too. Eventually, Terence got around to
Teela. "Hey, I know this is fucked up, but Tabitha's old lady kicked her
out..."
"Yeah?" Teela sounded interested. "What does she need?"
"Place to stay -- just tonight..."
"Hang on." Teela muted the phone. "Tabitha got kicked out of her
place. Can we add her to the sleepover?"
"What -- at my place?" Sonya asked.
"Uh huh."
"Sure -- if Mom goes for it in the first place." Sonya left the room
to go downstairs to where Jiang Yi was pretending to watch baseball -- pretty
convincingly. "Mom, Teela wants to stay over at our house tonight. And we
want to invite Tabitha."
Jiang Yi looked worried, glancing at Frank. "I..."
"Oh -- just us. We were sort of hoping you would stay here," Sonya
amplified.
Jiang Yi delivered another worried glance to Frank, who allowed,
"Seems pretty convenient, don't it?"
"We thought so," Sonya nodded, poker-faced.
"Huh. Well, I got no problem with it -- Teela can take care of
herself. It's up to your momma."
"Fine!" Jiang Yi nodded.
"So, where you stayin' again?" Frank teased.
"Right here." Jiang Yi snuggled close. Sonya rolled her eyes and
trotted upstairs.
"Well?" Teela asked.
"It's a go."
"Cool. I'll pass the word," Terence promised. Timing and other
arrangements were made and they hung up.