Chapter 8

Olivia told him to lie still and she went to the bathroom. He heard the water running and, after a pause, she returned with a warm, damp washcloth. She cleaned his stomach, cock, and balls. She sucked his limp penis into her mouth and went, “Mmmmmm,” as if she was tasting good food. She pulled off, sucking so hard she stretched him out, before he snapped back. She crawled over him and lay beside him, ready for more kisses.

It was half an hour later that he asked her if she felt better.

“I’m okay,” she said. “I’m not deliriously happy, but I’m okay. I’m going to go talk to a lawyer, today if I can find one.”

“I’d offer to go with you, but that might look kind of weird.”

“Brad is just going to have to get used to it,” she said. “I have to have you. I can’t go on without you.”

“What brought all this on?” he asked, stroking her hip.

“That stupid woman at the Putt-Putt place,” she said.

“Really!”

“Yes. I know it sounds stupid, but I was able to resist you trying to get me to have more children, but when she said that I thought, ‘Well, I’ll show you, you bitch!’ and suddenly my maternal instinct kicked in. It was strange. I never felt that before.”

“Not even with Brad?”

“I didn’t intend to get pregnant with Brad. In fact, I kept telling myself I couldn’t get pregnant. And then, when I did, I was so scared and worried that there was nothing fun about it until he moved.”

“He moved?”

“He’d been growing in me for five months, and I was used to the idea. My parents had adapted and Paul was even making moves to show he was going to step up. I was used to my belly being distended, but it was just weight I was carrying around, you know? And then he turned over inside me. I felt him roll. I felt his elbows or knees or something press against me like he was trying to stretch things, to make more room. It was in that instant that I realized he was a tiny, little boy who was depending on me. I fell in love with him in that instant. That’s when I started taking my pregnancy seriously.”

“Wow,” he said, softly. “I didn’t know.”

“Why would you? That’s not the kind of thing I’d mention to a boy who comes to my house to visit my son.”

“Yeah,” he said.

“But what I’m saying is I never wanted to get pregnant with him, and when that woman made me want to get pregnant it was like something had taken me into its mouth and was shaking me, like a dog shakes a squirrel it’s caught.”

“You were a little wild,” he said.

“I’m better, now,” she sighed.

“What we did was dangerous, wasn’t it?” he commented.

“Yes, but I don’t care. I love your semen and I want it all over me and inside of me. I want to bathe in it.” Her voice was tense, demanding.

“I promise to make lots for you,” he said.

“You better. I have a feeling this desire inside me isn’t going to just go away. It’s like a big bear, hungry and growling.”

“What can I do to help?” he asked.

“Stop being so fucking loveable!” she said, and then kissed his chin. “Every time I see you I want to get us naked.”

“We’ll work on getting the bear into a cage before our next date,” he said.

“It’s going to take a very big cage, Bob.”

“We love each other,” he said. “That means we can work together to achieve our goals.”

“I’ll try,” she said.

“Huh,” he went.

“What?”

“I just said we love each other and it seemed normal to say. I’m lying here with the woman I’ve adored for years and was quite sure I’d never even get to kiss, much less be naked with. And yet, here I am. Dreams really can come true.”

“Well, if I keep getting your sperm all over my pussy lips my dream might come true, too,” she sighed.

He actually stayed away for almost a whole week. Paul came back during that week and Bobby didn’t want to have to control himself that harshly. It was easier to be without her, than with her and unable to touch her, or blow her a kiss.

He chose the plan for their next date carefully. He wanted them to be in a public place, like the miniature golf course, or bowling alley, but with more people. What came to his mind was the old-school arcade that had been built in one of the stores in the mall. An eccentric man named Seth had collected old pinball machines and video game consoles as a hobby, at first. It was when he got an old slot machine that he started learning how to repair things. He wanted them to work. He had a smallish warehouse full of machines when he got the idea to open an arcade like there had been dozens of when he was a kid. He had the machines. He had the spare parts to repair them if they broke. And he had the expertise needed to keep them working. Instead of coins, he used tokens that he sold for a dollar apiece, or thirty for twenty-five dollars. A whole new generation of young people found out what their parents had played when they were kids. And a lot of parents took their kids there just so they could beat them at a game that wasn’t on a computer screen and that required a handheld controller.

Bobby and Brad had gone to this arcade in the past. It was like a museum filled with flashing lights and ringing bells. Noises of all kinds filled the air, along with the shouts of people who had either won or lost a game. It was into this madness that Bobby took her.

She had seen both Brad and Bobby playing video games at home, of course, but standing at a big console, with a large display in front of you, was different. She loved Frogger, but Missile Command was beyond her ability, past the first few screens. She had trouble looking in three places at once. Digger was better. When they got to Qix she was in her element. She could anticipate the moving line better than Bobby could, and her moves were lightning fast as she built walls to capture the Qix. He spent twenty-five dollars alone on Qix and didn’t mind at all because she was radiant as she played the game.

He was explaining how Donkey Kong worked when a voice said, “Mom!”

They turned to find a discombobulated Brad staring at them.

“What are you doing here?” asked Bobby, loudly.

“The question is, what are you guys doing here?” Brad replied.

“I was telling her about old time games and she wanted to see some,” Bobby said. It sounded lame, even to him.

“And you didn’t bring me?”

“Let’s not stand here yelling,” said Bobby. “Let’s go to Cuppa Joe’s, at the end of the mall.”

Bobby’s reason for going to the coffee shop was to give himself a chance to think. He had to come up with something that would throw Brad off the scent. They all walked in a strained silence through the busy mall. Nobody spoke until after they had ordered and found a table to sit at.