Chapter 7

While Bob and Amy were doing their thing, George and I were in the mall for three hours, going in and out of several stores, (some of them more than once), looking for something that said, "Mom," to him. I had gone through this with him every year since I could remember and was always patient with him, but the thought of Bob being out with Amy was bothering me when it shouldn't have been. He had gone out on dates before and this for all intents and purposes was like any of the others, but it had me feeling cranky.

I snapped at George more than a few times and the last time I did, he said, "You know, PMS just doesn't become you."

Now, you would think a guy with three sisters and a mother would know better than to say such a thing to any female no matter his relationship with them, wouldn't you?

I took a step toward him, and he dropped to his knees and clasped his hands prayerfully "Lord have mercy, Miss Scarlett! Please don't beat me? I ain't had nothing to eat in days, Miss Scarlett, and I can't think straight and I don't know what I'm saying, Miss Scarlett. Please, Miss Scarlett, don't cut out my tongue?"

I heard several female giggles and a smiling sales lady approached us. "Should I call security?"

Shaking my head, I gently swatted him upside the head with my hand and walked toward the main court of the mall. When he didn't follow me, I sat down on a bench to wait for him. I knew I had to get it together. There was no way, I could spend the next eight weeks being this way -- and the thoughts of PMS added to THIS wasn't something I even wanted to comprehend.

With a sigh, I opened up the paperback I had just bought; Time Bomb by Jonathan Kellerman. I discovered his Alex Delaware novels a couple of months back and had worked my way up to the fifth book in the series.

I was reading the opening paragraph of Chapter Two when George placed a small wrapped box between my eyes and the page.

I looked up at him.

"You're supposed to open it," he explained, grinning.

"George, you--"

He placed his hand over my mouth. "Maggie, if you ruin this moment, so help me, I'm never going to speak to you again -- ever. Now just open the box."

So, I did and the next instant, ignoring our surroundings, I wrapped my arms around his neck and planted a kiss on him that wasn't anywhere near G-rated.

"You like it, huh?" he asked a few minutes later.

It was a thin silver chain necklace with a tiny teddy bear charm.

"I love it, you big goof-ball. Thank you." I planted another hair-raising kiss on him and then released him. "What about your mother?"

Grinning, he picked up the bag sitting on the floor. I could see numerous small boxes inside. "She used to wear charm bracelets when she was a teenager. I picked out a charm for every year she's been born -- twenty-one."

I giggled and pulled him over to the cookie store before we made our way out of the mall.

When we got back to my house, we cuddled in the swing on the screened-in back porch and talked about a little of everything -- including graduation. He had a scholarship to play baseball for Alabama, which was three hours away. He would be majoring in education to teach in the elementary grades.

"I don't what I'm gonna' do without you, Maggsie," he mumbled, nibbling on my ear.

Gasping, I licked my lips. "You'll --"

His kiss interrupted me and I forgot about everything, but his tongue probing my mouth, and his hand fondling my left breast. Then I became interested in his cock, which was swelling inside his jeans. Sliding my hand up and down the pulsing muscle, I gently squeezed it from time to time, causing him to grunt and moan.

Seconds and many minutes later, our clothes were in a pile on the floor; and he had me stretched out on the swing. His face was buried between my thighs; his tongue and fingers working their magic.

"Oh, George!" I moaned as currents like fire flowed through my body. "Oh, George! Oh, George! Oh, George! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

He clamped down on my clit and my thighs clenched around his head when my body exploded and floated up somewhere in the clouds.

When I landed, my head was resting on his bare thighs and the fingers of his left hand were playing gently with my nipples. He had put back on his boxers. He was still hard.

He grinned. "I love doing that for you."

"Maggie!" Bob called from inside the house.

I started to respond, to tell him wait a minute, I'd be right there, but being just like my dad, he didn't give me time to do anything. Instead, he banged open the door leading from the living room to the porch and saw me the way I entered the world -- with the exception of the necklace George had bought me.