Episode 176: NIGHTIngalE

Retracing the clock back to 5:30 PM! The Beckett house at Buck View Wilds.

“I’m home, Mom! Mom?”

Seventeen-year-old Andrea Beckett arrived back at her house thanks to her bestie Sandy Martin dropping her off. Having changed out of her dress into her school clothes to avoid scrutiny she stepped into silence. Would a third time be the charm?

“Mom?”

With no answer Andi quickly headed upstairs to her bedroom and hung up her barely worn dress back in her closet. Once done she took a look outdoors half expecting her mom to be laying out still. “Wait! It’s 5:30 and the sun is going down. She wouldn’t be laying out at this hour.” Double checking the entire upstairs, she concluded, “Not up here! Basement maybe.” Hurrying downstairs loudly she ventured to check the kitchen, zeroing in on something promising. “Hello Skipper! Note on the island.”

Hopping on a barstool she drew the paper closer and read it. “I hope you had fun with Cassandra. I decided to take a walk it’s so nice now that the temperature has lowered. I need the exercise. There is chicken salad in the fridge just make a sandwich. I’ll be home soon. Love you, Mom!” Puckering at the food option Andrea did indeed make a sandwich considering she only had time at McRonald’s to eat a single chicken nugget before her unexpected swarm of Marietta-Deville guys. Eating her meal on a paper plate at the island she sat there chewing and circling her situation. Sharks were all around her at the home of the happy meal.

“I can’t believe I was totally naked at McRonald’s. It would have been more fun if those cops hadn’t held my dress hostage. Why didn’t they arrest me? Especially when they met mom and Mrs. McKellen the other day. Things around Nashville are becoming more and more insane. Tawny Martin getting away with what she did, heck even Miss Cherry at school. Mrs. M, three! So wrong that those cops told me to keep doing what I’m doing. I mean I’m 17, they were kind of creepy. Although, that Officer Green was kind of cute. The old guy though was seriously shivers. Sad thing is I can’t even tell mom about it. If she ever finds out what I did I’ll be grounded forever. I don’t even want to know what Daddy might do to me. I might end up as target practice for his archery. No apples on my head. Nope! Not even if I’m wearing a mask to keep from being blinded.” Her father was such a good archer he had actually performed such a morbid stunt on Darcy before Andrea was even a twinkle in their eyes. Cheaper and dull arrows mind you, and a fencing mask as protection. The apple was on a short nail to hold it on. She had seen home movies of that so knew it to be fact. What parent does that shit?

“I feel bad! I told Sandy we could get a date for Dakota and Sable’s birthday party and zilch. It was all hands-on dick for me once it started. There was no time to really bond with any of those guys on a friendly level. I was just a piece of meat to them. I even licked Tawny. I never would have done that if it weren’t to impress the boys. I mean, Tawny is Cassandra’s cousin. I’m just glad Sandy didn’t see or learn I stooped that low. I love my girl and I really would hate to lose our perfect friendship. Next time I go I can’t take Sandy. It has to be the twins again or no one. Wait! Why do I want to go back and ... I’m taking such risks in this.” Confusion was a bitch! A sandwich half eaten she sighs heavily trying to cope with her newfound reality.

“I need to lose my virginity to someone I really like. I just wish Nathan Lowe at school would notice me. I don’t get out much to find me any prospective boys even if Nathan isn’t an option. I really should just go up to him and ask him out. Maybe! Before the party, I still have 4 full days yet. God, I hope Nathan, or my parents don’t see video of me at McRonald’s. I know there is some. God, I’m so stupid!” Stupid enough to repeat the performance. Trembling over Officers Green and Chandler telling her to have fun only made her sick to her tummy yet smile. “It’s going to bite me in the ass, I just know it.” Chicken salad on white toast devoured she went on upstairs to her bedroom then her adjoining ensuite and took a shower. Tummy was only her nerves.

By 6:45 Darcy Beckett returned home winded and sweaty. Taking a walk ended up a run. A three-mile run at that, around the wooded paths of the countryside. The timber was quiet and always scenic this time of year. Her mind was racing over her own encounter with Officers Chandler and Green earlier in the day. Sunbathing naked she found Ross Green taking her on her blanket in front of not only Joe Chandler, but lawncare man Harlan Booker and of all people her 80-year-old neighbor, former bigwig attorney Parker Rockhurst.

During her affair she had the time of her life. They even swore to protect her should her husband Randy discover her cheating and seek divorce. Believing in them, the things they offered, the freedom to be risqué without any stress over being arrested, the potential of making money as an escort was all mind blowing. At 35, Darcy was at her peak sexually, craving it more and more. Randy however rarely had time for her off on his hunting or fishing trips, running his business the other part of his week. They literally made love once a month. How could he expect her not to seek company?

Truth be known, Randy was cheating right and left himself. The dashing contractor had women everywhere at his speed dial. Hunting trips made for good getaways. Sex in a duck blind was always hot. If Darcy allowed it she would learn exactly what Randy was up to and could divorce him first, with likely evidence to support it. She loved her man though. Like he, risks were sexy in their own mystique. Risk was part of the best orgasms it seemed.

Ross Green excited her, a much younger man but full of energy to take her on unpredicted journeys. She needed to experience more of him, of this newfound freedom they offered. Having never worked a day in her life Darcy also wanted her own income. The escort angle sounded fun, feeling desired and sexy a much-needed self-esteem boost. Officer Joey Chandler did warn her that she could make a small fortune off of her neighbor Parker. The old fart did tell her to stop by for a drink sometime. An experiment sounded intriguing. In peering out her dining room window at the Rockhurst home, which put her residence to shame in its architecture. His home was three times the size of theirs. Almost too much for one lone resident.

“Hey, you’re home finally. Wow! That’s the most I’ve ever seen you sweat. What’s gotten into you?” Andrea had snuck up on her mother already wearing her pajamas.

“Oh! Hey, sweetie! Has your father called?”

“Nope! He’s probably drunk with his hunting buddies. Must be nice to be your own boss and take off work like he does.”

“Your father made his money early on. Contracts keep him and us afloat. That’s why we lack in nothing.”

“Then why don’t I have my own car?” Andi giggled with one knee up on a chair at the dinette.

“Graduation! We’ve discussed that. Just hang in there.”

“I know! Why didn’t you text me back all day? I was worried.”

“Look at my tan.” Darcy showed off no lines. “I fell asleep outside three different times. Thank goodness our neighbors are either gone or too old to care.”

“Streaker!” Andi razzed her mother. “Don’t you dare get after me if I ever sunbathed naked.”

“Just be certain Kerry is on the road. Parker over there I rarely see. Maybe we can sunbathe together next weekend.”

“Which reminds me of this weekend. We need to go shopping and buy Dakota and Sable a birthday present. I was actually thinking, could I borrow your car so I can go look with Sandy? It’s only fair I get a chance to drive now and then when Sandy’s mom Wendy lets her drive her van.”

“We’ll see! Any thoughts on a good gift idea?”

“Not really! I know clothing is off the list. I’d hate to buy something they would never wear.”

“How about you drive yourself to school tomorrow. You can go shopping at the mall after classes. Do you still have money on your credit card?”

“Maybe $200. I never get to use it unless I order online. You could always let me up my limit to $500.”

“Sure! We can do that. You’ve proven trustworthy in your spending habits. I’ll arrange that by next week. Deal? In the meantime, you can use my card to buy something nice for the twins.”

“Awesome! If you think of gift ideas text me tomorrow.”

“Of course! I might actually continue my running. I need to lose a few pounds.”

“Whatever! Come on, your body is dynamite.” Her hands made for a good explosion motion which made Darcy wink at her efforts. “Daddy would divorce you if it wasn’t.” She laughed, not so funny to Darcy after discussing what she did with Nashville’s not so finest earlier. Witnessing a sad look Andi changed it up, “You know daddy loves you.”

“I know he does. This is for me. I want my body tight everywhere.” Except between her legs! As an escort it was likely to be loosened up quite often. Beauty got selected often, even she knew that. “I might even join a gym.”

“Uh? We have a home gym.”

“Yes, but when working out around others I might be inspired more. I hear LIFT KITty’s is running a special. I’ll look into that.”

“Waste of money, but it’s your life. I’m going to go watch some TV in my room then turn in. Leave your car keys out for me in the morning in case you sleep in.”

“By the garage door as always. I’m going to go shower then maybe sit out on the back porch with some iced tea. The evening is turning out nice.”

“Have fun.” Andi headed on up to her bedroom and locked herself away. Hearing her mother’s shower, she curled up on her bed and sighed. “Now that I have mom’s car tomorrow, I can go back to McRonald’s by myself. Yay! It would be nice if I was the center of attention this next time. Tawny needs to stay home darn it!” Yeah, Andrea was addicted!

Puttering around until the clock reached 10:00 PM, Darcy Beckett made certain her daughter was out cold in her cozy bed before going up to change clothing. Having noted lights on over at Parker Rockhurst’s home she began feeling as if a moth to the flame. Instead of any traditional clothing Darcy chose a sheer black negligee. The nightie had fuzzy frill along the hemline. Ignoring the matching G-string she crept back downstairs and pondered her moves. As she had mentioned earlier, she did sit on her back deck sipping tea and finding time to ponder her future. Temptation was becoming too much to sit and not proceed. Now that she was wearing gossamer, she put on a pair of sandals then made her way across the yard. Parker’s curtains open she could see him prowling in his robe holding a tumbler of likely bourbon. Instead of going to his door she tapped on the window of his front family room. He looked as if ready to watch some television on a massive 80’ TV mounted on the wall.

Hearing her, Parker’s dog, a huge black Newfoundland bayed from the floor where he lay stretched out. Gnashing her teeth at forgetting Parker even owned that monstrosity she apologized to Parker through the glass. His glasses on to see better Parker hushed his hound Malice and smiled. Motioning her to the front door he met her with charm.

“Well good evening young lady. Decide to accept my offer so soon?”

“A stiff drink did sound promising. I hope you don’t object to my attire.” She knew it didn’t offend him in the least after sucking his dick today. An all-time low for her, Parker being 45 years older than herself, she still found the encounter exhilarating. The Officers simply became irresistible and impossible to deny their friends. Parker swearing loyalty toward her only added to the flair of possibilities. The old man did have a very noble erection today, he tasted delicious as well. Charming fellow to boot she found the sturdy codger intriguing. For 80 he had kept in shape even if he needed a cane to get around.

“Not at all! To be honest I believe I would prefer you wear such things any time you visit me. Perhaps less!”

“I can do that.” She giggled entering his home. His dog growling at her and in the way of proceeding she found the enormous creature sniffing her in places she hadn’t planned on. “I had totally forgotten you had a dog. I’m surprised you didn’t have him outside with you this afternoon.”

“That will be enough Malice. Go lay down.” The dog obeyed but kept his eye on the prize moving to rest near the fireplace. “I had him groomed today. His trainer had him for a few hours. Do not be frightened he only attacks if I tell him to.”

“Let us hope not. I rather like my limbs.”

“As do I, my dear Mrs. Beckett. What would you like to drink?”

“Whatever you’re having.”

“Johnny Walker Red it is. Have a seat. Oh, on the floor please.”

“Pardon?” Her eyes grew like saucers. “Am I above your furniture?”

“My house, my rules. My money, my rules.”

“Money? I’m not here ... okay, maybe I had hopes of that. Joe told me today that you might be generous.”

“Only if I get what I expect. Wearing what you have on I can see that you’re here in hopes to swindle me.”

“Should I leave?”

“Of course not! Joseph is not wrong. Nor is he wrong about you.”

“About me?” She kneels on the hardwood floor in front of his sectional as he goes to pour her a drink. “That I’m looking for excitement?”

“Hang with the big dogs you will get more excitement than you know what to do with Beckett.”

“So, I gather. What Joe mentioned today, about my never getting arrested. How is that possible if I break laws in public?”

“You know the right people now.” He returns with a glass and hands it down to her before taking a seat. Malice was still grumpy but keeping his distance. A doggy treat from a barking dog jar on Parker’s end table quieted the beast down. “He will get used to you. Just make over him as he allows it.”