Page 42 of Half Blind

Helen didn't know what to make of his high-handed actions. “Oh, you're turning your back on me?”

“No, I'm turning the other cheek,” he said. “This is the cheek with the cramp. Plus, I nutted so hard, I need a nap. I'm taking a nap.”

“Jay, I'm sorry. I thought it would heighten the experience between us,” she said.

“It heightened it all fucking right! There are kids all over the comforter. I think my right nut has contracted into my body, and oh yeah, did I mention my butt cheek has a cramp?” he mumbled. “We don't need that kind of stuff, Helen. You turn me on. I was ready to make love to you the same day you called. Hell, I thought about driving to you and getting us a room for the night.”

“Okay, I'll throw it away,” she whispered.

He turned over in a hurry. “Don't throw it away. Put it in the nightstand for special evenings.”

She reached over him to pull out the pillow cramped under her arm. The scent on her wrist wafted under his nose, triggering an immediate response. Mustang grabbed her arm, sniffing the pulse point, then he licked it. He licked her wrist again, then made eye contact with her at the realization of what he was tasting and the scent which was familiar to him. A loud guffaw left his mouth.

“No, you didn't!!!”

“I know, and I did,” she said, pulling the covers up to her nose. “I almost got caught by Lemon while harvesting the nectar for my Love God.”

This confession only made him laugh harder. “You are bat shit insane and I am here for all of it after I take this nap.”

“So, you still want me, Jay? You still want us?”

“Yes, I want you, Helen. I want us and a life in this home or the home you want me to build next to this one,” he said, yawning.

That was it. He was out like a light. While he slumbered off the powerful lovemaking session, Helen dressed loosely in the shirt he'd removed and slowly explored the home where she and Mustang would live. Finally, a place where she could decorate and have her own family.

A buzzing sound broke up her journey through the fantasy she was building in her mind. The beautiful moment was interrupted by a phone call. It was her technician phone. She hadn't answered the line as a technician yet, and nerves struck her. Her finger slid across the screen.

“Go for Cranberry,” she said, feeling silly.

“This is the operator. We have a request for a connection from Mr. Yield,” the voice said. “Will you accept the call?”

“Is he calling collect?”

“No, it is a direct connection through The Company,” the voice stated. “Will you accept the call?”

“I guess; put him through,” Helen said, waiting to hear his growl in the line. She smiled as the guttural noise preceded his greeting. She asked, “Missing me already, Baby?”

“Funny,” he said. “I got four fingers in my account with a marker that said Cranberry. What is this for?”

“Bonus for closing down the Fields of Flowers. I didn't do it alone, so I decided to share,” she said. “If you don't want it, I'll take it back.”

“I'll keep it; thoughtful of you to share,” he said. “I appreciate it.”

She paused for a moment. “So much of my life, I've spoken and never was heard. I spoke, you listened, then we made some shit happen. I appreciate you and shared. Be good. Cranberry out.”

Helen ended the call and the line rang again. “What in the blue balls is happening?”

“Go for Cranberry,” she said, feeling more confident with the greeting.

“This is the operator. We have a request for a connection from The Bad Apple,” the voice said. “Will you accept the call?”

“Why the hell not,” Helen said, waiting on the phone. “Go for Cranberry. How may I be of assistance to The Bad Apple?”

“I have five fingers penetrating my life,” he said. “Ricky is upset that you sent a finger to him, and he doesn't know why.”

Helen paused. “When I came back from the initial shopping trip, he made sure that icky bathroom was fit for this Queen. I thank him, plus we didn't get to go shopping. He missed his day with me, so I wanted to give him some love.”

“Did I miss something about where these fingers came from?”

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