Chapter 29: Dennis Came, not the Pope

When they arrived at Hardwood Court, Tilda was on the floor with her pre-K reading book, surrounded by her adults. Theo was on the loveseat with Syl, while Julie, Nate, and Pam were on the sofa. They were slightly startled when Sette and Dennis rushed in, shedding their coats.

“Hi Sette. Hi Dennis,” chirped Tilda.

“This is Dennis; he should look familiar to you because he was playing John Proctor opposite me in The Crucible.

“Dennis, on the loveseat are my dad, Theo Garnier, and my mom, Sylvie Garnier. On the sofa, you met Pam Kaiser; she’s my stepmother; and Nate Kaiser is my stepfather; and finally, my other mother there is Julie Kaiser. Don’t try to figure it out; I’ll explain it all to you later, with diagrams. Just say, ‘Hello, everybody!’”

Dennis, weakly and with evident confusion, said “Hi everybody.”

They all chorused back, “Hi Dennis.”

“And now, if you will excuse us, we have urgent business in my bedroom.”

After they left, Nate snorted.

“‘Urgent Business?’ Is that what they are calling sex these days?”

Julie answered. “Yes, dear. Don’t be concerned.”

“I’m not concerned, I’m disbelieving. Theo, what would your parents do if you brought a girl home, introduced her, and then blithely left with her for your bedroom for some sex.”

“Nate, I’ve learned never to discuss my parents at all on days ending in ‘Y’ for the sake of my stomach lining. But I understand your point. More important, has anybody here taken her to the gynecologist for birth control?”

“It’s fine, Theo. I took her last year,” said Sylvie. “It was right after she saw you come out of the shower and started asking questions.”

Meanwhile, behind her bedroom door: “Oh, fuck, oh fuck. Of all the ... Do you have scissors, or a pry bar, or something? My fucking zipper is fucking stuck.”

“Here, let me see. You silly boy, you got so frantic that you bent one of the teeth. Just give me a second, there! You’re free now. Oh, very nice. So soft, but so hard. Here, step out.”

He was rigid and pointing up at the ceiling, like a compass needle pointing north. There was almost no movement as he got free of his shoes, underwear, and pants. Then he pulled his polo shirt over his head, and he was finally naked.

“I seem to be ahead of you, Sette.”

“Good point. Unhook me.”

She turned her back while divesting her top, showing the band of her bra.

“Oh, I see.”

She leaned forward, and the bra fell away, leaving a red stripe across her skin.

“Ahhh. I need to throw that away. A 32C doesn’t fit me anymore. Your hands are much nicer. Now back up a step so I can get my pants off.

“Perfect. Time to play with my new toy.”

She kneeled down in front of him and grabbed the root. Her tongue ran around the ridge of his head and probed the little slit at the end.

He passed the point of no return and cried, “Look out!”

She pulled back, but his first spurt splashed against her front teeth. The rest she directed down her neck to the upper slopes of her breasts. He fell backward onto her mattress, then propped himself up on his elbows so he could watch.

She used her finger to collect the blobs and bring them into her mouth.

“It isn’t ice cream, but I enjoy it. I plan to have a lot more of this. Now turn your body so I can lie next to you and cuddle, OK? Yeah, like that.”