AWW, SHE HATES IT WHEN DADDY REPRIMANDS HER
When a devious pact is uncovered a domestic dispute ensues…unless you’re prepared to get creative. Here’s the rundown.
Yesterday I went out for lunch and Honey was supposed to be on a job site, doing whatever the hell he does all day, when I get a phone call. I had just finished with lunch and intended to go shopping so the call? Kind of intrusive. Of course it’s him and I can tell by his voice there’s something wrong.
Now, most men dealing with a potential meltdown situation would ease into the bad news by making sure their woman wasn’t driving or you know, doing delicate surgery or something, but not Honey. Nope. He just throws it out there. Here’s the conversation.
“The dog is gone.”
“What do you mean gone?”
“She didn’t greet me at the door when I got home. I asked Madge (that’s my mother for those of you who don’t know) if she let her out and now she’s crying.”
“My mother’s crying? Did she let the pooch out? Did—”
“Yeah, I checked the gates. They’re closed. I’m just heading back to the job. I’ll drop off the equipment the guys need and then I’ll come home.”
“Okay.” My mind is racing a mile-a-minute. If the gates were locked and The Divine One wasn’t in the yard? (I must pause here to explain that as an author I have a very fertile imagination. So you gotta know I’m building an abduction plot that would rival John Paul Getti’s. “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
It was more like fifteen, but when I pulled into the drive Honey is just getting out of his truck.
“Hi. Any word? Did she turn up?”
Honey shakes his head. “I even took a few minutes to tour the neighborhood. Nothing.”
We are both quiet as we walk up to the door. Normally there’s a little nose pressed against the glass looking out at us. This more than anything gives me that sick feeling of loss. What was I going to do if we don’t find her. What if she’s hurt? What if—?
We’d just gotten into the house and Honey does what he usually does. He walks right through to the kitchen to put down his keys and the second they make a clatter on the counter a little head pops up out of the couch. WTF!!!!
This is a triple “SH*T” moment here people, because Honey doesn’t know about the unspoken pact I made with The Divine One. Said agreement basically stipulates that she gets to do whatever she wants when Honey’s not home, but once he comes through that door she must behave like a dog and NOT get up on the furniture, beds or bar stools. <-Yeah, you’re smart to not ask about that last one. *wipes brow with the memory* Where was I? Oh yes.
Right then I knew I was screwed because the little shitball apparently didn’t know, or worse, didn’t care that daddy was home as she eased her head back down and continued taking her afternoon “siesta”.
Here she is nonplussed at seeing me… (click here to see)
Here she is returning to slumber…(Click here to see)
And here she is in jail after daddy yelled at her.(Click here to see)
He yelled at me too. Actually it was more a stern talking to before I suggested he ground me and send me to my room where he could join me. >:) Heheheh. See? Creative. I made him forget all about The Divine One’s antics.
P.S. I updated my “In The Works” page so if you want to see what’s cooking there check it out.
THIS IS GRADY. HE’S TALL, DARK AND DEMANDING
THIS IS PAIGE. SHE’S SMALL, DARING AND FEISTY
So you gotta know, when the two of them clash over something she did, things (for her) are going to go south fast.
“Head up and eyes on me.”
Damn. This was going to be hard. Bad. I tilted my head and looked at him. That was my first mistake. Jesus, God, he was a wet dream come to life. Gritty and masculine. He was always put together like he’d just stepped out of a very welcoming bed. Out from between our sheets that I always kept warm for him. Always. But angry like he was now? It did something to me. Made me ache harder for him. Want him just that much more.
“I want to know. Was this a mistake?”
Everything in me screamed, lie. Say yes. But I couldn’t. That’s not who Grady and I were as a couple. It was all about honesty. That’s what he’d taught me, and the very reason this particular breech was so bad. One deep breath in and then I let it out slowly, and said, “No.”
“Take the rest of your clothes off, but leave the shoes and go to the corner.”
(end of excerpt)
This is a little snippet from the story I’ve written that will be included a mini erotic anthology. I’m going to post the rest of the excerpt with other info, like title and approximate release date, mid-week. But until then, let me just say, these two are…how can I put this? In the kink department? They compliment each other very, very, well. Heheheh.
There I was walking the pooch yesterday afternoon and minding my own business when I was hijacked. Sometimes, not all the time, just sometimes, I like to put my ear buds in and blast music while I work through a tricky scene, and yesterday? It was one of those times.
Unfortunately, a neighbor decided she needed to have a burning question answered. So there I was, yanking out my buds, corralling the pooch and trying to be polite when all I could think of was where my mind had just been. (Think snowed-in manor house with a raging fire, one huge and gorgeous hero and a petrified heroine looking for a weapon, and you’d have the visual) Anyway, to say that I was having a hard time grasping what she’d just asked me would have been understating the matter completely. Here’s the conversation…
Neighbor. “Don’t you guys every fight?”
I look down at the dog, who is pretty much cool with hanging out with me no matter where we are, and frown. Of course I don’t fight with the pooch as a rule. So I look up and shake my head. “With the dog? Not really.”
“With your husband.”
Hm. Kind of a personal question, I was thinking, but then I also thought she wouldn’t have chased me down and asked it if she wasn’t desperate. As an aside, this neighbor and I are just casual acquaintances, so I was a little caught off-guard. I was also enlightened to the fact that she’d never read this blog because if she had, she’d know that Honey and I argue all the time.
“Oh, Yeah. Absolutely.”
“But you’re always out walking together and I never see you yelling.”
Hm, again. Good to know we’re being spied on. But now I’m intrigued. Call me nuts, but at this point I’m thinking this might make a good blog post. >:) “I try to do all my yelling behind closed doors.” A total fabrication. Trust me, on this. If I felt like yelling at Honey in the middle of an airport (I SO did that once) I would.
“But you walk every day with him. I see you smiling and laughing.”
Okay people, the pooch is getting restless. The sweat is trickling down my neck in ninety degree heat and to my mind? This conversation is not as blog-worthy as I had hoped. Time to get to the point and get the hell out of there. “Is there something I can do for you?”
*I shall pause here to impart some words of wisdom. Never. Did I say never? I meant NEVER ask that question when you’re being hijacked by a woman who thinks you don’t fight with your husband.*
“I want to know how you get him to go for walks with you. ****** (Name redacted for privacy and possible lawsuit complications) won’t walk with me. He’s even given up on date night and I don’t know what to do.”
The dog is panting in the heat. I’m melting and all I can think is, who stuck the sign on my back that reads “Marriage counselor open for business”? “I’m sorry to hear that. Have you thought about talking to someone (I didn’t add other than me, but I wanted to really bad) about this?”
“Yes I did. That’s why I’m asking.”
She smiled and I felt bad. I also mentally snapped my fingers because I should have said, “other than me”, another bit of wisdom you may take from me people. You’re welcome.
So here’s the deal. I spent the next twenty listening to her complaints and concerns. All generic, if you ask me, as we ALL have stresses, issues and imperfections in our relationships. This is when I discovered the obvious difference between me and her. I accept imperfections in my relationship. In fact I expect them. That’s the challenge. It’s not trying to attain perfection (because, you gotta know that’s never going to happen) it’s about learning how to roll with your partner’s flaws that really requires elbow grease in a marriage or relationship.
So when I suggested she may want to examine her partner’s weaknesses instead of resenting his strengths, she was a little taken aback. “I don’t resent him.”
My answer to that? “You just spent twenty minutes complaining to me about how he’s capable of doing certain things, but he just won’t. If I were you, I’d be looking at this from the flipside. Why isn’t he doing the things he’s capable of?”
I’m not sure she understood what I was trying to convey, but there is logic here. I’ve always maintained that we learn more from studying our weakness, than from concentrating on our strengths. So, if you believe that, then in a way, this makes our weakness stronger, doesn’t it? But to get back to her dilemma. To my way of thinking she’s spending far too much time focusing in on his “letting her down” by not utilizing his known strengths to the best of his advantage just to please her, instead of exploring why he’s “letting himself down” by caving into his weaknesses and not being the man he’s capable of being. She’ll never have a man at his full potential if she doesn’t help him understand that he has to please himself before he can please anyone else. Her included.
Yeah, I know. At the end of that conversation she was probably going… *insert the mighty globe here*
And what was I thinking? *beams* My work there was done because she’ll never hijack me again. She did get me thinking. Not about what I should have been, but an interesting topic nonetheless.