of it. “Damn! I’m driving,” he muttered.
Having wrestled the heavy trunk and his overnighter to the head of the
sidewalk steps, he paused to catch his breath. Looking down to the
car, he saw Mandy in the back seat with the other young woman. She
appeared to be doing something under the other’s skirt.
“Well, get used to it, chum,” Jason told himself, and huffed slowly
down the stairs. He got the trunk loaded, and as he got into the
drivers seat, he noticed an audible panting coming from the back seat.
When he looked in the rear-view mirror, ` Maid Marion’s ‘ expression
hadn’t changed a bit, although he saw that her eyes were wide, as if
she had been startled or excited by something, and was trying to hide
it. He thought about the two of them enjoying each other in the back
seat while he had been packing arm loads of rubberwear upstairs.
It bothered him to think he might have to share Mandy’s attentions with
some one else, but then… it also excited him to think of the two
women screwing in tight, shiny, and sweaty latex outfits, too.
He realized he was holding a double standard. That bothered him too,
since he’d always thought of himself as open minded. Now he knew how
difficult it could really be to be TRULY open minded. He resolved not
to show his discomfort with the two women’s relationship until he had
had time to think it over, and perhaps, get to know the mystery woman
in the maid’s uniform.
“It really bugs you that Marion and I are lovers, doesn’t it?” asked
Mandy.
Shit, thought Jason. So much for keeping secrets. “Am I that
transparent?” he asked her.
“I’d claim it was all women’s intuition, but I don’t think I have any.
I caught a glimpse of you at the top of the stairs, and I just watched
your face when you got into the car. You were looking pretty stoic,
kind of overly nonchalant, so I guessed.”
“Yeah, I guess I was…well, AM a little bugged,” admitted Jason.
“Must be the way I was raised.” He looked sheepishly at the floor,
letting the engine idle while they talked.
“Thought so. Usually, I’d give you my standard half-hour lecture about
bisexuality, but I know you, and it would be an insult to your
intelligence. I’m going to assume that you will find a way to deal
with it, because if you can’t, you can NOT be a part of my life.”
Jason looked very thoughtful as he put the car into gear, and they
accelerated down the street.
After they were on the highway again, he asked, “So, where is this
retreat of yours, my dear?”
Mandy, who was once again in the front seat retorted, “Hah! I’m not
your dear yet! You still haven’t passed my tests, survived my trials,
fair knight.”
Jason shot her a glance. She wore a wry grin and a twinkle in her eye.
“All right lady, you win. Just point me to the sword in the stone, and
I’ll do my best.”
“That’s the spirit! Ok, just take 276 south to Morton Road…”
Sometime later, by then nearly three in the morning, they pulled into a
gravel lane, shaded by huge oaks. A metal box set into the massive
brick gate post on Jason’s side of the drive required him to punch in a
combination which Mandy gave him, to open the massive wrought iron
gate.
…End of the part18. To be continued..