Page 15 of Dad's Best Friend Scientist
He frowns slightly. “Well, sorry about the inconvenience. I told the girl to get a car but she prefers walking. She walks to work, too. Can you believe that? Where is she?”
“She’s, err, showering,” I mumble.
“She left you alone by yourself? That’s rude of her.”
“Oh no, she err, entertained me long enough.” My cheeks feel warm but fortunately, John isn’t looking at me.
John’s wife Samantha and son Liam come in next. I exchange pleasantries with Samantha before she goes into her bedroom to change.
Liam is eighteen and has graduated from high school just lately.
“Have you decided what to major in college?” I ask the lad.
“Yep,” he says with a nod. “Computer science.”
I smile. “Good choice. That was your dad’s major back in college.” But John never finished college because his dad passed away in his junior year and he had to take over the auto shop.
“Yeah,” Liam says. “Dad wants me to finish what he started.”
John slaps his son’s shoulder. “You’d better.”
I stare at them, and again envy creeps over me. I like being at John’s house to witness the blissful family picture, although, at the same time, I feel awkward being an intruder.
“I should get going,” I say to John. “It’s getting late.”
“What do you mean, late?” he scoffs. “It’s only nine. I haven’t seen you for months. Stay and have a drink with me.”
I can’t refuse and honestly, I don’t really want to leave yet.
John goes to the fridge and comes back with two cans of beer. And we sit on the couch to chat just like we’ve done before.
John and I became friends as early as when we were infants, at least according to my mom. Later on, we turned out to be very different. John was more athletic, into sports, while I excelled in school work. John didn’t finish college, and I got a Ph.D. I became a roboticist and John a mechanic.
Most people would think I’m the more successful of the two, but I know the truth. Although not making as much money as I do, John is happily married to a beautiful woman and has two healthy young adult kids. I would gladly trade my accomplishment for what he had if I could.
“How’s your mom doing?” John asks.
“She’s doing fine,” I say. “Thanks for Zena’s help.”
“Anytime,” he says. “I hope she isn’t meddling. You know? She’s doing the whole psychic thing with Linda.”
“Not at all. It seems to be working quite well for Mom.”
John nods. “Good to know. I’m glad Zena is helping. I remember how hard my dad’s death was for my mom. She never got over it, although she went on living, for me, I think. Martha was sad for many years and then she got better after I had kids. Yep. The kids really cheered her up.”
John smiles as he takes another gulp of his beer, and I think about what he says. My mom has always envied her friend’s family as well and never stopped urging me to hurry up and give her grandchildren. I sigh. Again, I feel like a failure. What have I done? I’ve built dozens of robots. But none of them will make Mom proud or happy.It’s not too late, David,I tell myself.You can still do it.It’s easy. Making babies is a lot easier than building robots. All you need is to put your seed into a woman’s womb, and ten months later, you get a little human. No brainer. No need for physics, math, or computer science. The problem, of course, is where do I find such a woman willing to take my seed and bear my child?
Zena chooses the moment to come to the living room, wearing a camisole over a knee-length skirt. Her hair is still damp, and she smells of strawberry fragrance. My cock twitches again and I shift in my seat.Damn it. Not now. Not in front of John.I will it to get down. But it’s stubborn. I keep remembering the way her mouth wrapped around my manhood and how good her juice tasted. I want to be inside her. I want to put my seed in her womb.
Fuck.Sick bastard. Stop day-dreaming.The girl might have the hots for me, but she isn’t ready to have anyone’s babies yet. She’s still a baby… is she? No. She is every inch a woman. Her hips are broad, her breasts are plump, and her pussy is ripe. I gulp down the rest of the beer and stand up. “I’d better get going,” I say.
Zena follows me to the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow, David. And tell Linda I’m sorry I forgot to take the figs.”
Chapter 12
Zena
The next day, I arrive at the Davisons’ house in the afternoon. Linda has returned from the church, and David is working in his study.
