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Chapter 19 : Glenn, Gilbert and Cameron, North Carolina

We dropped the bike off at Mark’s He was there thankfully, it was getting colder, due to snow that evening. Glenn and I stayed there that night, getting reservations to the airport in Raleigh and setting up a rental when we got there. It was a Monday night so we did watch Raw(Linda had given the night off to the three of us, Mark for Sara, and Glenn and I because she thought we needed it). Sara was eight months by this time with a boy due in late February and wasn’t up to too much but let us stay. In return, Glenn went out and helped Mark while I helped Sara around the house. She really was glad for the fact I helped her paint the nursery for their son. Mark would have time off soon for paternity leave but Sara wanted it done before she couldn’t do it anymore.

We left early in the morning, Mark driving us to the airport. I am not a real morning person but the thought of going home for a while, and Glenn meeting Dad, had me energized. Glenn grabbed me and kissed me to settle down more than once. I was practically electrified. I wanted to show Glenn everything about home, meet my friends, meet Liger and Gypsy and Dad and….everything.

We got off the plane and got our stuff, heading for the rental car place. I stood around waiting, a few times getting approached for autograph’s by one or two fans. One little girl, maybe three or so, came up to me and smiled, showing her doll. I looked at it and saw it was one of the new Diva Dolls. The female wrestlers all had almost Barbie-like dolls, done with RealScan last July, and they had come out a few weeks ago. I even had one. Every little girl wants to be Barbie right? Well this was better, I was a Diva. The girl had one that was almost obviously me and held it up.

“Is you Faif Harby?”

I nodded at her and smiled. She beamed right back and spoke, almost sheepishly. “Will you sign my dolly? I fink you is pretty, and you is nice on TV. Is you and your friend Kane okie?”

I knelt down to her, pulling a blue pen from my bag. I took her doll from her hands, turning it over and signing the back, above where the tattoos were supposed to be. “Yeah honey, Kane and I are Ok. What’s your name?”

“Kennedie.”

“Well Kennedie, I think your Mommy is looking for you.”

A young mother walked up, two younger children in hand, fright stricken eyes relaxing, finally seeing her daughter was alright.

“Kennedie! Thank god your safe. I’m sorry she was bothering you miss…” The mother looked up and gasped. “Oh My god. It’s Faith…”

I smiled as she stood there flabbergasted. “I’m Sorry my daughter was bothering you Miss Hardy I’ll…”

“Oh Don’t worry about it. She’s been fine. Got quite a load there.” I looked down to the small boy and girl in her arms. She was having a time carrying them obviously and looked tired but in a slight hurry.

“Yeah. I’m Melissa. Robbie, Emily, This is Faith Hardy, can you say Faith?”

The little blonde boy got shy and turned his head into his mother’s neck, giggling. The little girl on the other hand reached out to me and screeched in happiness of life. I took the little girl and hugged her, thinking in a few months I would have little ones of Jeff and Matt’s to cuddle with.

Glenn walked up behind me smiling, looking at the little girl in my arms. She started to point and screech at him and he picked her up from my shoulder, tossing her up in the air, to her delight.

Melissa looked up and instantly recognized Glenn for who he was. “Kane! Whoa! Glenn Jacobs right?”

He cocked his head at her. “Uh, yeah. How’d you…”

“My friend, her name’s Melissa too, is a big fan of yours. She can recite absolutely EVERYTHING about you. Middle name, birthday, your favorite food. We call her Melara or Undertaker’s Child. She’s a bigger fan of yours though. I have to get going, but can I get your autograph?” She dug around in the diaper bag, frowning. “All I have is a diaper. Would that work?”

He signed a diaper with the same pen I had signed the doll and the little family walked off, little girl with Doll and mother with signed diaper with Ducks on it. Who knows what that diaper’s going for on Ebay. Least it wasn’t a dirty diaper.

Glenn and I left to find our rental. Apparently he wanted to go in style, ordering a blue Chevrolet Avalanche Z71. He got everything in the back and I gave him directions home, down Highway 1, through Sanford to Cameron, turning down to 352 Boys Camp Road.

Before we went home, he made me take him to lunch at my favorite place in Cameron, which to his delight was simply Ryan’s. If you’re gonna feed him, take him to a buffet! Hey, only $6.25 for him to eat everything they have. Not a bad deal, in my opinion. And one person I wanted him to meet was manager there, Kerry. I wanted him to meet at least one of my good friends. Today He will get to meet Kerry, the psychotic Draco Malfoy wanna-be.

He went in and sat, Glenn nearly attacking the seafood bar. People were used to wrestlers coming to town with the boys and didn’t really care, but a few looked up at him in awe from his size. I think he made one kid I recognized cry, but I don’t know. I asked one of the servers if Kerry was in. She said she was and asked if I wanted to see her. I nodded and the girl walked to the back. Glenn had come back by then, with his third plate of food, piled high.

“You’re going to bust your damned pants, sweetheart.” I looked down at the steak, roast beef, potatoes, mushroom gravy and everything else on his plate. “And have a heart attack.”

“I’ll be fine. I didn’t eat breakfast.”

“Remind me to feed you well in the morning.”

“Can I eat all your good parts tonight?” He smiled a very perverted smile as he said it but I couldn’t retaliate as the form of Kerry had walked up.

“Oh Look. A blue and purple-haired Gryffindor. Come to attack my fortress?” She smiled as I stood looking at her, seeing she had cut her hair short and bleached it blonde.

“If it isn’t Draco Malfoy, the Dragon of Bad Faith. I came only to visit Slytherin. My boyfriend came to eat your back room out of food. Can ya stay for a few?”

She nodded and pulled up a chair next to Glenn. She turned to watch him eat, stuffing a piece of bread in his mouth. She looked back to me and gave twisted smile. “What, he got a tapeworm?”

I shook my head as Glenn wiped his mouth and looked over to Kerry. “Glenn Jacobs. Nice to meet you. You’re Kerry right?”

She nodded, offering her hand. “Kerry is my name but call me Draco, or D. So Glenn, I take it you and my friend here have made happy again?” He nodded, and I felt his foot rubbing my leg. I almost jumped but smiled at him and then looked to my blonde-headed friend.

“We’re gonna be in town for a day or two, He was hungry, of course, or we’d be home by now. How’s Gypsy been?” Kerry had been taking care of my horse while I was gone, exercising her and keeping her in top condition. She nodded and said the horse was alright. “You might want to check up on Liger, your Dad said he was pining again.”

“Liger is always pining. Jeff should just take the poor dog on the road with him, make life easier. Some hotels won’t take dogs though, so he’s stuck.”

Kerry stood up and sighed. “Well since you’re in town, call and let me know when ya want me to start looking after the mare again. Nice meeting ya Glenn. I’ll see you around town. Faith. Call me.” I waved to the retreating figure of my friend and looked back at Glenn who was suppressing laughter.

“What are you laughing at?”

“Tapeworm?”

“Well Hun, Look at what you put away.”

“Ok. Ok…. I’m full anyway.” He sat back and pushed his plate to the center. He looked around at the people and then back to me. “Uh Faith?”

“Yeah?”

“Do I need to find a place to stay while I’m in town? I don’t want to piss your father off right after I meet him. Sleeping with you might be…”

I put my hand on his and smiled, standing up and leading him up. “Don’t worry about it, Glenn. If anything you can stay in Matt or Jeff’s old bedroom. But I doubt dad will mind.”

He put his arm around me as we walked back out. “I’d rather be in yours. If I stay in theirs, Can I come visit?” He leaned down as he let me into the car, licking my ear. “I’ll be a very good boy.”

“I’m sure you will. We’ll see what happens.” I kissed him, attacking his mouth and turned back to sit in the front seat. He rubbed my leg and closed the door, walking to the driver’s side.

We headed down the road, turning left into the driveway, which was slight hell on the rented SUV’s shocks. He pulled up behind my truck which was near the side of the house. We got out, and I fished my keys out of my pocket and fumbled with the ring. Dad’s car wasn’t here, and the door was locked, so we had the house to ourselves for a while. Dad didn’t know we we’re coming down, so he didn’t have any reason to be there waiting on anyone. I looked around, whistling for the tawny Boxer who lived at our house when Jeff wasn’t home for a good stretch.

“Liger!”

The dog ran in through kitchen where he had probably been hiding. He pounced on me, knocking me a bit back but not down on the ground. He licked my face a few times then looked to see Glenn behind me. He barked a few times before Glenn stuck his hand down for him to sniff it. He figured Glenn was ok and walked off, tail wagging behind him.

“That’s Jeff’s Dog?”

I nodded as I put my keys down on the cabinet. I fished in the fridge, looking for anything sweet to drink, met only with diet everything. I stood, exasperated at Dad’s lack of decent grocery shopping. Glenn stood over in the doorway, arms crossed and smiling wickedly. I walked over to him, rubbing his chest and guiding him back to the stairs. “Did you still want to see my room?”

He leaned over to kiss me, pulling me closer to him. He leaned down to me, his other hand running from the top of my head, down my neck. He kissed me again, gently, and said to lead the way. I took his arm and led him up to the stairs. He had to duck the last few feet and as he walked in he almost hit his head. He looked around at the room, admiring the trophy wall, looking out the window to look on Gypsy’s corral and at the pictures of my family. He picked up the one of my Mom and Dad, smiling. It was taken when I was a baby, before Mom died. Glenn had known my Mom died when I was really little and looked over at me with questions in his features.

“This is your Mom?”

“Yeah, around when I was born.”

“You all three look a lot like her. She was a pretty lady.”

I nodded and flopped back on the bed. I looked out at the pine forest behind the house, zoning. “Welcome to Hardy Heaven, Population four. Unless you count my horse and Liger. Jeff has someone take care of his other pets at his house down the road.” Glenn sat down on the edge of the bed, looking out the window over me at Gypsy. He heard Liger barking at something outside and looked toward me.

“It’s so calm and peaceful here. I know why you like it.”

“This has been Hardy land for years. I love it in North Carolina, the land and people are great, it’s not terribly cold in the winter and it’s familiar. It’s home”

He looked down to me, putting his right hand on my side and under my back. “If I asked you to would you make St. Louis your home too? I want you to live with me, if you want to.”

I grinned at him, pulling his head down to mine for a kiss. “Yes Glenn, I will.”

He moved to me, moving to lie atop my body, pulling my shirt off. Before I knew it he was topless and both of us were going for the buttons on the other’s jeans. I ran my hands down his bare back, running my nails down along where the infamous ink was, pulling him closer to my body. I wanted him so badly at that point. He went for my neck, biting at the point behind my ear, licking on the lobe where my earrings would usually be. Glenn went to take off my jeans when we heard a loud “AHEM” behind us.

“DAD!”

“You two might want to get dressed before ya come downstairs.”

He walked back down the stairs, closing the door behind him as he went. We both were in a state of deep fear and shock at that point. My Dad, Mr. Gilbert Hardy, had just walked in on Glenn trying to literally get into my pants.

“Should I run for my life?” Glenn had gotten up and was pulling his pants back up and stood in from of me, beet red and actually fearful looking. I stood, getting myself back in order, shaking my head as he threw his shirt back over his head.

“You’ll be fine. Unless he has the 30-06, then you’re toast.” His eyes widened but I assured him I was kidding. It looked like he didn’t believe me as we walked down stairs to the kitchen.

We walked in. Dad was drinking a cup of strong looking black coffee and stared at us for a minute. He didn’t wait for us to speak as he did, looking into the depth of his coffee cup.

“You Glenn?”

Glenn answered with a grim ‘Yes sir.’ Dad put down his coffee cup and looked at him rather sternly, surveying him. All he knew of Glenn up to this point, past his name, was that he had just seen him about to ‘take privileges’ with his only daughter. I don’t know about where you’re from but its not highly tolerated here. Dad looked the tall man up and down a few times, surveying with his eyes a few times, like I do with people. Hmmm, wonder where I got that trait. Finally he picked up his coffee, took a sip and spoke again.

“You gonna hurt her?”

“No Sir, Never.”

“You gonna take care of her?”

“Yes Sir.”

Dad looked at me and cleared his throat. “Faith.”

“Yes Dad.”

“He Love you?”

“Yes.”

“You Love him I take it.”

“Very much.”

He nodded and looked back at my big, now only semi-scared, boyfriend. “Glenn. You hurt her, I’ll make you suffer for it.” Glenn blanched a bit but Dad started laughing. “Don’t worry about it Son. You may be a big ‘un, but you ain’t got a truly mean bone in your body. Faith done told me you were gentle as a lamb to her. Sit. Faith, go ahead and get a grocery list, you and your boyfriend can go shopping for me tomorrow while I go to Sanford and pick up a tractor. Glenn have you had her chili? You want to make that tomorrow, Faith?”

Glenn shook his head and turned to Dad. “You mean your not angry over…upstairs?”

Gilbert Hardy shook his head and smiled. “She’s almost 22, can make her own decisions. She wants to, I wont stop her. Want some coffee?”

Glenn nodded but added, “I think I’ll need something stronger.”

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Glenn and Dad had a long talk while I got the grocery list together. They were still discussing the state of the world while I went up to bed about 10:30. Glenn joined me sometime later, moving me over so he could lay down. I was a bit groggy but I think I remember him saying Dad Ok’ed it. I woke up with him around me, warmest nights sleep I’d had in a long time.

We actually got out of bed probably around 7:30; Dad was already gone to pick up his tractor. I played dutiful female and made breakfast, making Glenn pick up afterward. I looked around for what needed to be done around the house, and seeing nothing asked Glenn if He wanted to go out and see Gypsy before we went to the store.

“Sure, If you let me ride her.”

“Since when can you ride?” I asked, pulling on my boots. I grabbed a lead line and threw it over my shoulder as he shrugged.

“You can teach me.”

I smiled as we walked out to the corral. “I don’t have a saddle to fit so you’ll have to learn bareback, and no bellyaching that you’re sore tomorrow.” I whistled for my mare, unlatching the gate. “Ho there. Git up!” The mare came over from where she was snoozing in the sunlight. She put her head on my shoulder and nosed my hair, asking for a treat. “Nothing for you until after you get a good exercise and breakfast.” I snapped the line to her halter and led her over to Glenn. “Hun. I’d like you to meet Intergalactic Gypsy.” Gypsy put her head down like she always did to everyone, nosing his pockets for treats.

“Whoa there, don’t bite anything.” He backed off a bit and I laughed lightly as Gypsy sniffed at his crotch. “Easy there.”

“Oh she won’t hurt you, ya big baby.” I tied the horse to the fence with a safety knot and went into the shed for her bridle. I snapped a snaffle bit in with the buckles and held it out to her. Her halter was off and bridle on in no time. I lead her over to stand near the fence and mounted her bareback. “Stick around for a bit. I’ll settle her then you can get up.” I set her to a walk and turned to smile at Glenn, who had hopped up to sit on the fence.

“Show off.”

“I am not showing off.” I moved her into a an easy trot and then into a canter. She was thoroughly warming up and ready for me to send her into some more difficult tasks. “Do you want to see us show off?” He nodded so I thought of a good dressage test I could do quickly. I walked her over to a corner and started the pattern, moving from Easy serpentines to sidesteps, pivots and flying lead changes. I ended with walking up to Glenn, standing about ten feet from him and sitting back and pulling Gypsy up to kneel in front of him on command. “That’s showing off.”

He almost fell off the top rail of the fence he was laughing so hard. He apparently thought it was funny, Gypsy bent down on her front legs. I jumped off, allowing Gypsy to stand and shake her head at Glenn and me. He stopped laughing when I about pulled him down into the dirt of the small arena.

“Do you want to attempt this?” He nodded and I lead her over to the fence so he could mount. He threw himself over her back, legs actually dangling over her sides. And she’s about 17 hands, not a small horse. She sidestepped a bit to get used to the weight but steadied. He looked to me to tell him what to do. “Click with your tongue to her and lean forward slightly, hang on lightly with your knees, use your balance. Don’t forget to signal with you knees, press with the opposite of which way you want her to go.”

“Faith, your worse than my dad when he taught me to drive”, He complained. He did what I told him to, walking around, not at all outwardly nervous. After a bit, Glenn moved a bit forward and the mare moved into a trot. He did pretty well at that, not a natural but I had practiced for over 6 years and wasn’t great yet.

I told him she was probably a bit tired when a lone bird flew out of the underbrush and she balked, Glenn going over her shoulder. He fell about 3 feet away as Gypsy ran to the other side of the corral and watched over to where we were, in fright. I ran over to Glenn and kneeled over him, making sure he hadn’t broke anything, like his neck or head. Why the hell hadn’t I made him wear a helmet?

“Glenn? Are you Ok?”

He sat up like he does in the ring, rubbing the side of his head and looking over to the startled horse. “Did I piss her off?” He was wobbling a bit, and I checked his head to make sure he wasn’t bleeding or had bashed it in anywhere. There wasn’t even a bump and his eyes weren’t dilating so he thankfully wasn’t concussed.

“Gypsy doesn’t like birds. You’re not the first to go over her from it. I haven’t figured out how to cure her of it. Do you hurt anywhere?”

He shook his head and stood. “My pride hurts. Does that count? And my ass. Kiss it and make it better.”

I slapped him on his wounded posterior and then kissed him on his cheek. “I ain’t applying my lips to your ass. I love you honey, but I don’t think so.” I led him over to the bench near the shed and sat him down. “Stay here, I’ll feed her then we can go up and get cleaned up before we head to the store. You gonna be alright?”

He nodded and sat, staring at the horse in the corner. “Will she be alright?”

“She’ll be fine after a bit. She’s probably tired from carrying you around in a circle and freaked out by the bird.” I left him and walked over to the paint mare, who followed along obediently as I led her back to the shed. I took off her bridle, slipped the halter back on and let her loose.

Glenn had walked up to me at this point asking what he could do. I pointed to the bag of sweet feed on the shelf. “Pull that down and pour it in the bin over there if you want.” He nodded and did such as I broke a bale and put a few flakes in the rack. I turned around, putting the hay back. I went behind the shed, going to check on the amount of straw, when I was pushed face first into a loose pile.

“Glenn…”

He pushed me down, putting one finger to his mouth and shaking his head. “Shhhhh…. Don’t talk, don’t move.” He laid down on me, holding me down. He started to kiss me and I tried to say something a few times but he kept going. He almost had my shirt off before I tapped him in the forehead to get his attention.

“What? This is a romantic moment.”

“There’s nothing romantic about snakes in the straw. Now Get off!”

I swear to the Gods I have never seen a man move that damned fast. He was off of me before I knew it and I turned over on my side to grab a little garden snake from the straw. I held the tiny creature in my hands, cooing at it as my big manly wrestler boyfriend looked at me like he was afraid for his life.

“It’s a little one Glenn; it wouldn’t hurt you anyway, They just eat bugs and stuff.” He calmed a bit, his eyes a lot less frightened as I held the little green creature.

“I’m thinking it’s a big snake like a rattler or something and all it was is that little shit?” I nodded taking the little thing over to the edge of the trees not far away. He shook his head, grabbing me around the waist and kissing me. “Don’t pull that again little girl, or I may have to punish you.”

“Oh you will? Don’t tempt me big man, I have my own forms of punishment. You won’t like them. I’m itchy, you had to push me into the straw didn’t you?” I reached up, picking pieces of it out of his hair.

“Yes, And it would have been a lot of fun, nice soft straw….”

I laughed and started to walk up to the house. “There is nothing nice and soft about straw.” He came behind me, swinging me up and over his shoulder. I screamed as he raced up the back stairs and into the house. “Let me go you big evil…thing you!”

He walked straight up the stairs and into my room before he put me down. He pointed straight to my bathroom and commanded, “Shower, woman, now.”

I looked at him with daggers but stripped, still itching from the straw. “You need one too, big man. You got dirt and straw in your hair.”

He reached up, pulled some strands from his curly brown hair and threw it in the trash. “You go on. I’ll be in there in a minute.”

I went in, hearing him rummaging through his bags. I got in under the hot water and started to get all the junk out of my hair. I was just about to get out when Glenn came in, one of those bath poufs in one hand, the other pulling me toward him. He looked at me with a completely calm expression, a peaceful smile on his face. He didn’t say anything, just held onto me as he reached over for a bottle of body wash. He used I think about half the bottle on the poof and started using it on my back.

“Glenn…That tickles!”

He smiled and worked his way all over me. It was kinda romantic, sweet and calming, you know. And after he was done I got to work him over. Bad dog that he is, he got all excited and had to, uh, wait a bit before he got out of the shower.

We finally got out, dressed and headed for the grocery store. I grabbed my wallet as we headed out, but of course, forgot the list. Smart me huh? This just gave us the excuse to shop for a bit of everything. ‘Honey what do you think of Warming KY?’

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“Head’s up!”

I ducked as Glenn leaned over me, throwing a bag of dried black beans in the shopping cart. I about elbowed him square in the gut, but he grabbed the cart from me and ran. I followed, he was acting like a toddler. I finally caught up with him in the produce section. He was talking to some girl, and I was about to get on his case before I recognized who it was.

“Trey!”

The dark blonde-haired looked over at me and waved, pointing to Glenn who was standing in front of her. “Is this him?”

I nodded, grabbing Glenn’s hand. “Trey, This is Glenn. Glenn, another of my good friends, Trey.” He offered his hand and she took it, looking him over.

“Damn Faith. He’s fucking hot. You got a brother I can borrow for about twenty four hours?”

Glenn laughed deep in his throat. “Sorry, Only Child. I got a few cousins if you want to travel to Tennessee or up into Missouri.”

Trey put her arm on my shoulder and smiled. “Faith. You. Me. Touchdown Tennessee, baby!” She kinda danced around a bit then settled down as I was looking at her like she had lost her damned mind.

“Trey, you worry me woman. Severely. And besides I have mine. Take Dusty with you. She’s like a lure….” I leaned on Glenn and looked into the basket to see what else we needed. Trey looked too, seeing the black beans, rice and Tabasco sauce, as well as all the junk food, and smiled.

“Glenn, buy Milk. Lots of it. And antacids and Pepto and several large bags of Ice.” He looked at her in confusion as I walked over to pick up some habanero peppers. I filled the bag, turned back to Trey, who smiled knowingly, and Glenn. “Your Dad wants Chili doesn’t he? The signs are clear!”

Glenn looked over to me and shook his head. “What’s wrong with the Chili. She can cook.”

“Oh poor, simple, Glenn. You’ve never had it. Well, tonight you shall learn. I pray your stomach is cast iron and your intestines lined well. I gotta run ya’ll, the school goddesses call for studying and I just dropped by to pick up something for my mom. Chao, both of you. Nice meeting you Glenn. And good luck!” With that, the tall thin form of Trey walked off.

“Why do I need to fear the chili?” Glenn had turned to me as we walked toward the registers, me with a large bag full of hot peppers.

“No reason, unless you have a weak stomach. It’s well known to clear your sinuses and your colon.”

“It can’t be that bad. I’ve had some of the guys’ chili.” Glenn looked down at me like there was no way it could hurt him.

“Either way, go grab a couple gallons of Milk. We might need it.”

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We went back to the house and I worked on dinner. It takes only a few hours to cook and was ready by the time Dad got home from hauling that tractor from Sanford. We all sat down to eat and Dad watched Glenn. He was smiling as Glenn passed on the glass of milk I offered him. I know he will regret this.

I dished it out to Dad then to Glenn and stood back. Oh, This should be fun. Dad wisely took a drink of milk before he ate, Glenn did not. Before he bit into the concoction I muttered that I had warned him. He took a bite, smiling, saying it was good, then a look of horror came over his face.

“FUCKING GOD!” He got up, ran to the sink and started to spray water on his face and down his throat. I shook my head, grabbed the glass I had offered him before and held his shoulder, before he had a shower in my Dad’s kitchen.

“Drink. Water makes it worse. Milk kills the burn” He eyed me warily and shook his head, still drinking water. “I warned you. Drink this or you’ll be farting fire all night long. This won’t be a pyro, just pain.”

He finally took it from me, taking it in one gulp. He looked at me and scowled. “What the hell is in that?”

Dad picked up another spoonful and looked at it. “Looks like habanero peppers and smells like Tabasco. Green sauce or garlic pepper, Faith?”

“Green. It’s a lot lighter than usual. I’m not downright cruel. He’s never had it before.”

Glenn looked like he was on fire, sweating slightly. He pored another glass of the milk and drank it. “Mr. Hardy how can you eat it? Beats Steve’s and Mark’s and they’re from Texas.”

“I’ve been eating this for over ten years. I believe I am about immune. And none of this ‘Mr. Hardy’ nonsense, son. Call me Gilbert.”

Glenn sat back down, staring at the hot bowl of food, then at me. “It’s good but damn. And this is lighter than usual?”

I put his glass on the table, nodded and sat down with my own bowl. “I usually use that habanero sauce they have. The trick is to lots of Milk, neutralizes the heat. Antacids are in my bathroom behind the mirror. Ya might need em.”

He did eat the rest of his bowl as well as two more, tears streaming down his face. He insisted it was so good he couldn’t stop but it was burning his mouth so bad he might not be able to move later.

After a while he did give in, while proposing Mark, Steve and I have a chili-cookoff, for hottest recipe. “Faith. You’re a shoe-in.”

He and Dad cleaned up the mess, and I headed to my bedroom. I turned on my computer and worked with my Neopets for a while, waiting for Glenn. Dad was going to see Jillian, so Glenn and I would have time alone. We had to leave in the morning so this was it until after the show. I listened to them talking downstairs, happy that they were getting along. I was worried at first. Glenn and Dad are both hardheaded and very protective. I’m kinda glad they didn’t make me choose. I couldn’t have done it.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Glenn’s hands were on my back, running down the sides. He nipped at my earlobe and whispered heavily to me. “Your dad left. What are you up to?” He looked on the screen, my four Neopets up on their status screen.

“Neopets and thinking.”

He pulled me up out of the chair, his intentions blatant. I smiled as he sat me down on the bed, doing everything gently. “Let’s finish what we started, hmm?” He bit at my neck, licking the wound, to stop the pain. I let him do what he wanted. It was romantic, letting him do all the work for once. I think he needed to, it would be the first time in six months and he wanted it to be special.

It ended a few hours later with dual cries of passion from my room. I’ll never think of that bed the same way again.
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