Episode 172: FACTA NON-VERBA

3:25 PM!

“It’s getting late, I better stop and check on mom. She told me come back home in an hour, but we really don’t know this, Nadine Moss. For all we know she could be a kleptomaniac or worse.”

Jesse Manley pulled into the driveway of his parents’ home, leaving room for his dad to get into the garage. Shutting off his Mustang he sat there a few minutes reflecting on his visit to his father at Horton-Dexter. Receiving Piper Cherry’s reimbursement check for the bail money the faculty needed over the weekend arrest, he ran by the bank and deposited it back into his account. Concerning his dad, outside of warning him of his mom’s odd request he got to tap not just his girl Tawny Martin in his dad’s office, but also Piper Cherry too. It had been quite the eventful day. Sighing over his future he couldn’t wait to get his own place. With his dad wanting to help him buy a house his independence was in jeopardy, but again, that meant a better crib. “Fuck it! I’ll take dad’s money.” Done! Decision made!

Leaving his car, he headed into the house and found no life. No TV on, nobody in the kitchen, it kind of spooked him. His mother suffering from cancer the dead silence was almost an omen. Fidgeting a bit, he wondered if the time was really right to jump ship or stay here as long as his mom was alive. Never knowing what the future held it could be years. Not likely! Truth be told Margaret Becker-Manley had withheld her true health from her family to keep them from despair. Stage 3 was actually stage 4. What began as breast cancer led to further movement. Life was unfortunately on borrowed time.

Checking each room, he wondered if Nadine Moss had left until he retraced his steps to find her shoes by the front door, and her purse still on a shelf nearby. “Well, Nadine has to be here. Only one place she could be.” Heading to his parents’ bedroom he found the door ajar. Easing it open he was stunned. On the king size bed lay his mother resting peacefully, Nadine Moss asleep in her arms as if family. “Wow! They bonded fast.” He even noticed his mother’s book of poetry on the bed beside Nadine. “Is she wearing one of dad’s Army t-shirts?” Her ass hanging out in her curled-up angle he could see her tight clam smiling as if content. “Nice!” Taking a picture of the scene he sent it to his father then quietly stepped out. “Things look cool here I’ll go pick up Tawny and take her home from school.” Heading back out to his car he paused in his opened car door to look at the house. “I want my own home. I can still be here for mom once a day between jobs. If Nadine has mom convinced enough to catnap together then she’s in good hands. Dad can have his private time with the caregiver. Lord knows he deserves some attention he’s been a saint toward mom here at home.” Enough! He still had Chinese food to pick up for dinner. Getting into his car he backed out and returned to Horton-Dexter. Ten minutes later he had the hottest redhead around in his car. Grabbing the food, he took her home to change and dropped her off at McRonald’s to give her fans a Happy Meal.

Carl Manley’s, turn he had left Horton-Dexter for the day and hurried home. Parking his 2020 Grand Cherokee in the garage next to his refurbished 1968 Jeep M606 he got out and left the garage door open. Not caring to use his cell when driving he stood in front of his pride and joy Jeep, he called Rambo and pulled up the photo Jesse had sent him. “Well, I’ll be! It looks like the wife adopted a stray. Nice pussy!” A second closeup pic of Nadine’s cunt from behind he nodded with a pucker. “That’s my boy!” Jesse was right on the mark.

Patting Rambo on the hood as an everyday ritual he headed indoors, closing the garage door. Entering through the laundry room he too felt the silence. Puffing his cheeks, he recalled the life this house once exuded. Margaret cleaning house with classic rock tunes blaring. Jesse running to hug his father when a young lad. Their old bulldog Howitzer looking at him with an exhausted welcome. “Damn, I miss Howie.” Buried in the backyard! With this silence and his wife’s health he had to move past the losses and live for the here and now.

Taking his tie off he carried it with him to his bedroom to check on his wife. Finding Nadine still laying huddled up to Margaret he frowned. Like Jesse he found this sight too good to be true. In a mere two hours’ time they had grown this attached. Hard to swallow, but hey if Marge was happy, so be it. He just hoped Nadine could keep him happy as well without expecting too much. While yes, he needed attention, the girl was more of a pet in his mind. She was rough around the edges but certainly showed promise. “Ole’ Sarge might need to whip her into shape.” The girl was of medium build but had a very nice shape. “Before dawn run each day will tighten her up.” The former drill instructor to this day ran a single mile each morning at 5:00 AM to revive and get the blood coursing.

Stepping to his closet he watched them rest and disrobed like he did every day. Stripping down to his boxers and placing his laundry in a hamper.” She looks good in my Army shirt. If Marge allowed her to dress like that, she has to have an ulterior motive. Sharing my shirt with Nadine is like sharing me. Interesting!”

As if sensing him Nadine’s eyes open and she looks his way. Noting her he placed a finger to his lips for silence. Dropping his boxers, she saw Carl’s huge cock for the very first time. No smile, no desire to close her eyes she simply studied his arousal. Stroking his cock in front of her, risking Marge waking up he just jerked off until he shot his load on the carpet. Sneering at her he pointed at the floor where he left marks. Inspired Nadine very carefully peeled her body from Marge without disturbing her. Leaving the bed, she shuffled in silence until facing Carl. Dropping to her knees over his wet jizz she sighed and bowed her head. Pointing again she stretched out on the floor and lay in it as she had curled with Marge. Taking his foot Carl placed it on Nadine’s head and lightly pressed her features into the rug. To the count of ten he lifted away then walked into the bathroom closing the door behind him. A shower ignited, Nadine nibbled her lower lip and remained there as left.

“Psst!” Nadine stood fast but turned only her eyes toward a playing possum. “Well done dear! Keep that up.”

“Yes, Mistress!” Unnecessary words were spoken between women only through shared eyes. Nadine content and happy. Margaret weary, but supportive. Marge smiled briefly then drifted back to sleep. Nadine lay her cheek in dampness and prayed she had a home. This spot on the carpet seemed cozy, even with the scent of shampoo.

Rug Doctor! Steaming mad at dirt!

In the shower Carl mused over what he had just done. While it was sorely needed to mark his territory, after watching Mimi Alexander earlier riding Kevin Fowler, his erection was struggling to go limp. The art teacher’s decision to obey Carl as if her master brought out his old self, before marriage. His military days building his own self-esteem to unimaginable heights only to meet and fall head over kneels with Margaret Becker, a Major’s daughter, now after 20 years a General he had receded his demanding persona. Since agreeing to work for Watchtower and selling his soul, forced to gradually submit to them never settled well. He had resisted certain aspects of the new job as principal four years ago until he brought on Piper Cherry. Seeing her desire to be over the top slutty tendered him toward the goal he needed to fast track or lose the position and the paychecks. Pay that assisted in caring for his wife and dealing with high medical bills. Cancer treatments were not cheap even with insurance. If he were still in the military, he would not have worried. Water under the bridge! In his face at the moment. The hot shower felt amazing.

“What is Margaret up to?” He mulled over seeing how swiftly his wife and the caregiver had literally attached themselves to the hip. Finding the girl bodily glued to her client was either bad medicine or good intentions. “Maybe Marge needed the female companionship. I mean all she has is her sister Diana for that. I suppose now that I think about it, I should call Di and tell her I hired a caregiver. There’s no reason not to keep Nadine on knowing Margaret likes the kid. It will be a weight lifted off of all of our shoulders that’s for certain. Diana can go back to being a fulltime mom. With Chuck in the military alongside Midas out in Virginia, funding two homes had to be a burden. I’m just glad Diana stood her ground to be here for her sister. Chuck’s a good husband letting her live apart during all of this. At least Midas helped pay housing here in Nashville. Salute, General! Salute!”

Midas Becker, truthfully Middleton Ashford Becker was a 3-star General in the U.S. Army. Stateside for now and nearing retirement he vowed to remain close to his daughter. His wife also dying of cancer years ago while he was in Kuwait committed to making a promise to be here for his daughters. Back then, he couldn’t be there for Lydia Becker, their mother. Carl was! He owed Carl big. Ace in the hole should Carl find misfortune with Watchtower someday. That is if Midas could be persuaded to understand the why of Carl even going down the sleazy road. Carl the drill instructor made his bed and lost his bouncing quarter on the floor somewhere. For now, dime a dozen. But again, Midas was aware of Carl’s antics before giving him his blessing to marry Margaret. There was somewhat an equal battleground.

Cleaned well, Carl shut off the valve and wiped the water from his eyes. Sighing loudly, he opened the shower door, climbing out to dry himself in peace. Rather than wrapping his towel about his waist he drapes it over the shower door to air dry. Deodorant and cologne added, teeth brushed, hair combed, he took the risk of opening the bedroom door and sought his wife’s gaze first. No reaction out of her he stepped into the room as nude as he had walked out of it. High risk should Margaret wake up, but Carl’s instincts had a strong hunch his wife was up to something. Nadine Moss wearing only his Army t-shirt was a telltale sign. His wife meant it to be.

His back to Margaret a well-placed trap, a dresser mirror to his left reflected upon his wife to know if she were awake or slumbering. Standing over Nadine, Carl planted his right foot over the girl’s ear and pressed her further into the carpet. Another count of ten in his head he removed his heel and went to that dresser for a clean pair of boxers and socks. Walking to the foot of his bed he put the boxers on standing up but sat down on the mattress to put his socks on. In jostling the bed, he heard Margaret stir.

“Is that you Honeybear?” Carl grimaced at Margaret’s pet name. “Where is Nadine?”

“Floor!”

“Why on earth is she on the floor?”

“Why on earth is she wearing my Army tee?”

“She had no scrubs to wear when bathing me. I told her to wear it to keep her dress dry. Nadine?” Carl leered to his right and motioned the girl to get up. Crawling on her hands and knees the girl reached Margaret and rose up to hold her hand.

“I am here Mistress.” That cocked a brow on Carl’s part.

“Perhaps you should get dressed now Dear.”

“I’m over it. Stay in the shirt.”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Why are you undressed?”

“Took my shower. I’ll be dressed shortly. Jesse is bringing your Chinese for dinner.”

“Did you tell him Crab Rangoon?”

“I did. Are you sure you want to risk eating the spicy stuff? You know your belly has troubles keeping food down.”

“I’ll just nibble over the next few days. I know you and Jesse love Chinese food. I never thought, Nadine will be staying for dinner.”

“I figured when I walked in and saw you two snuggling up together.”

“Bless you for bringing her into our lives Carl. Nadine is such a comfort. She read poetry to me in the bathtub.”

“Poetry lover Ms. Moss?”

“I have never read much but yes; I do like what I have read so far.”

“She just recently took a shine to it herself. She used to hold a book club over here on Thursdays until she got too bad to have others around.” Carl stood up and walked to his closet for a pair of jeans hanging up then decided on comfort instead, going with sweatpants and a military tee with the motto FACTA NON-VERBA written on the front, its translation on the back as DEEDS, NOT WORDS. Nadine refused to look at Carl until he was dressed again while holding Margaret’s hand.

“I miss the ladies.”

“You should at least try another one.” He told her moving back into the bedroom then crawling onto the mattress to lay next to his wife. “Give me some loving. Nadine? If you’re staying, go set the dining table for us. You can figure out where everything is.”

“Yes Sir! Thank you for allowing me to stay.” She nuzzled her cheek, the one that lay in Carl’s jizz along Margaret’s hand as if sharing her man. Respect! Leaving them she went to the kitchen to prep the dining area.

“Mrs. Manley? Did you hire her before I had the chance?”

“Please do not let her go. The girl is lovely and very alone.”

“There’s more to her than you’re saying Marge. I’m not naive.”

“Nor am I Honeybear. I know what you need. Let us agree to share her.”

“Define share her.”

“Carl, my love.” She sighed palming his cheek. “You have my blessing. I know you worship me honey, but I cannot offer you what I once could. What I ... stole from you. We both know this.”

“Stole from me?”

“You know very well what I refer to. I’ve taken away your power. Even my father warned me that in doing so I was sucking the life out of you.”

“Let’s not talk like that in your condition.”

“Oh, but we must. You gave me life Carl. You have sustained me. While I have always gave you as much as I could I know what I have also siphoned. I intended to tell Nadine to keep a secret from you that I give her permission to serve you. Now, I realize I don’t have to be secretive on that part. I want you to possess her, just, don’t be ... no, do as you intend. She can care for me while you and Jesse are away. When you are home, I relinquish her to you.”

“You know I can’t betray you, Marge. It’s not in who I am.”

“Yet you mask your activities on the job.”

“Excuse me?”

“No principal gets paid what you do Carl. Like I said, I’m not naive. I will not dig, but I know that not all things are sunshine.”

“Anything I do, I do for you.”

“I know! Just as anything I do; I do for you. Dominate Nadine! She will follow. I even give you permission to bring her into our bed.”

“Zero chance of that.”

“Do this for me.”

“She can stay but she sleeps in the basement. I’ll provide her what I feel she requires. Hey?”

“Hey what?”

“I was thinking of Howitzer earlier. Can I get another bulldog?”

“So that I can trip over him?”

“Just a thought. Did Jesse tell you he wants his own place?”

“He deserves that.”

“I told him I’d help co-sign on a house if he needed me to. I want him to have something nice.”

“You are a wonderful father. I approve. Let’s do that before I ever get too bad.”

“You have years Marge. I’m not letting you off that quickly.”

“I am here as long as I can be Sargent Manley. Let me have what I wish for before the inevitable. Stop being stubborn about that when I’m a loving wife and understanding your needs.”