BOMAW Vol. 10-12 (66 page)

"I think I'll head up too, I'm right behind you."

Shawn headed off through the doors, not quite staggering, but his step was certainly off. They both made it back into the house, Shawn felt the need to sign language his next move, which was to check on Mama JoJo. Pointing at the room where she slept, Ben nodded that he understood. He waited for Shawn to carefully open the door across the family room, peak in a moment and then, closing the door, backing away and walking back towards him.

"That's - my Mama JoJo."

"I know." Ben returned, smiling, following behind him.

"She's coming to live with us, soon - as that house is complete."

"I know." Ben answered again.

They were at the stairs, "Need some help up them?" He asked Shawn.

"Do you need help up'em?" Shawn asked.

"No."

"All right then, neither do I."

Up the stairs, they parted, one going left, the other going right.

Shawn entered his bedroom, stood in the middle of the floor a moment, letting his eyes adjust to the dark, stepping carefully forward towards the bed, "Wife, know you not sleepin'."

"What?" Sylvia answered, eyes already adjusted to the dark, she could see him looking for the bed.

"I'm coming t'bed, don't want no more talkin'." He informed her, finally finding it and sitting down. He turned, laid down on his side, facing her, "C'mere - don't talk - just, c'mere."

"You've been drinking."

"Shhht, no more, I'm goin'na sleep, c'mere, put your ass right here against me." He meant his groin, to spoon, she knew what he meant.

"You say you sorry to Ben?"

"Lord God, why can't she do just one thing I ask'er Lord, just one." He whined, pleading to God turning to his back.

"Did you?" She persisted.

"Yes." He answered.

"You said you were sorry?"

"I said it, damn near anyway. Happy?"

"Emmm, for the moment."

He turned back to his side, "C'mere, I need that sweet ass of yours nestled in right here, where I can feel it agains'me."

Sylvia smiled, turned away from him and backed up to him, placing her rear right into his groin; his strong arm went around her, pulling her as snugly against him as he could. His face went into the crook of her neck and shoulder, "Want me t'feel you up a bit?" He mumbled in her neck.

Sylvia giggled, "No, go to sleep."

"I will if you want, I know the spot baby, don' I know the spot?"

"Go to sleep Shawn." She smiled, unable to stay mad at him for any period of time.

"Feel that?" He rocked his slight arousal against her, "What's that, huh? Even after a few drinks, Otis still knows the way."

"Good for Otis, but not tonight."

He let out a deep and long sigh, squeezing her, nuzzling behind her ear, kissing along her neck, grinding against her even though she wasn't letting him go any further, "You still love me baby? Hmm, you still love me?" He slurred getting sleepy, kissing her neck and ear.

"Shawn of course I love you, now be still, stop that."

He stopped, holding her tightly, rocking her slightly, "You love me, then, don't talk about leavin' me all the time. You know I'an never leave you, right baby, hmmm? Got my son here, sleepin'with us, you smell - so ... good ... so...swee'..."

Sylvia lay quiet, waiting, being still, his hand was palm spread on her tummy, slowly caressing it, giving it a squeeze and after a moment, it stilled. And right in her ear, the first snore of many to come began. Resigned, she adjusted herself on the pillow and after a while, dropped off to sleep.

*

Doubled magnification of the mirror Georgiana peered into helped her to inspect the incisions from her surgery closely. She couldn't wait for the bruising to fade. Her chest was still sore from the breasts implants. She couldn't imagine someone getting larger implants than she had, her chest was in agony but the results would be worth it she felt. She'd always been small up top, if not flat. Now, she was a decent size C cup which was large enough for her. This was the first day that she could actually sit, having silicone butt cheek implants as well, to give her rear a bit more shape, and lift, as well firming it up.

"You sure my eyes look natural? They don't look overly pulled do they? I don't want them looking stretched." She asked her, around the clock nurse.

"That will relax a bit, once the remainder of the swelling goes down." Her nurse assured her, "I'd say by tomorrow, all the swelling should be down."

"The bankers ball is Saturday - I must look presentable for that."

"Oh you will, the bruises will have completely faded by then as well."

"It better, I need to look perfect." Georgina murmured turning her head one way, closely inspecting and then, turning it the other way, repeating her visual examination. "Now, the question is, how should I wear my hair? With the cost of this work, my hair needs to look sensational. I can't decide on letting it grow longer, or - to cut it? It must work to make me look younger, which ever is decided."

"You will want to go with a long style then, shorter styles always make you look more mature."

"I think you may be right about that, and color - should I color it? Blonde perhaps? My daughter's a blonde, her features are close to mine."

"You would have to contend with dark roots."

"True, true, streaks might be a better idea, they would soften my face - what do you think?"

"Certainly, streaks correctly done, lighten the hair slightly."

"Yes, I think you're right. I'll have to make myself an appointment to get my hair done today." Georgiana stated as a knock came at the door. It was her personal assistant, Jordan, he stuck his head in, "Mrs Wherrington, I have that information you need."

She smiled, "Come in, tell me, where is he?"

Jordan walked in as Georgiana's nurse left her rooms, leaving them to consult in private. He sat behind her, placing his broad briefcase on the floor, and went into answering her question right away.

"His permanent place of residence is inside a small town called Camp Daniels in Wisconsin. Population under 500, he owns property there. Currently, as of this past Sunday, he flew into LA and is still here now."

She lifted herself and turned fully on the stool, sitting carefully back down, too afraid of doing so by dragging herself around while sitting. "Here?"

"Since Sunday, he flew in with his family."

"His family?"

"Yes, eight of them all together."

"Eight? Who? That can't be right!"

"Here, we have pictures of them." He stood from his chair walking to her vanity table, "His wife, your granddaughter, two smaller children, and three other persons. Two young men and a young woman." Jordan laid the pictures down for her to pick them up, looking through them. "We took those of them walking through the airport."

She took her time looking through them, pausing the longest on pictures of Shawn, and then back to the others. "These people are black."

"Well, it's because his wife is black, I believe those two belong to her."

Georgiana shivered in distaste. "Oh how low some will go, I mean really - what could he possibly see in her? Find out who they are."

"No problem."

"And this one, any better shots of him?"

"Go through them, we have pretty good shots of all of them, especially him at the car rental."

Georgiana went through them until she found one that stunned her. She stared at him in disbelief. "My God, look at him, why didn't you find out who they were before you came to me, I wanna know who he is."

"If you ask me, the resemblance to Mr. McPherson is very strong, quite possibly his son?"

"It's Mr. Styles and - he has no son!"

"Oh, well - he must be family in some way."

"Yes, I agree there. Find out - everything you can about him. I do mean everything. In fact, I happen to know that my husband has most of this information at hand. Get it from him, that's less for you to find. Here's the combination to his safe, copy everything in it and bring it to me. Of course, use absolute discretion."

"Of course, here - you might enjoy seeing this, I have a video of them when they arrived." He started it on the camcorder and passed it to her to watch through the viewer.

She took it from him, watching it and distractedly instructed, "Thank you - please see to getting the rest for me." In watching them, she spared little thought to Sylvia or her children, or Angela for that matter. Her eyes were strictly on Shawn and then, to the younger male with him. There was the occasional close up and one of them was of him. He was speaking, saying something and then he laughed. Georgiana felt a catch in her throat. She paused it on him, her expensively manicured finger stroked over the paused image of him.

"Look - at - you. And what - young man, have you to do with Everett Styles? What is your name?" She gave a one sided crooked smile, "Well now, things are starting to look up, all the way around. Might be worth it to turn my attention towards better odds." She murmured to herself. She watched it several more times and then finally looking up at herself once again, she searched her image once more, happy that she'd gotten the work done. The future, was starting to look pretty interesting.

*

Next morning, in Chicago...

Vivian knew that he was coming down with the boys and made it a point to go all out, shopping the day before after she got off of work. She purchased an upright freezer, brought two young men from the appliance store to take it in for her and then took them back. From there, she'd done a serious grocery shop, keeping in mind the foods that young men liked to eat, so against her own taste, she stocked up on junk foods for them; meats, steak, roasts with Jake in mind, including beer for him and other frozen foods, pizzas - whatever she thought they might like, making sure to get plenty of fresh vegetables and fruits. She'd never purchased so much food before, but he left her with $800.00 and she was determined to give a good show for it. That had been the day before. Today, when she got off of work, she would pick up the other odds and ins to finish decorating the apartment. She wrote out a list and on it, a TV for the boys room, a video game player, a couple of games and movies, a new set of sheets and comforter for their bed. She would make sure when they came, they felt at home, that it was set up with them in mind.

She would also look over some nice dishes, she didn't care for plastic plates and her own set of dishes were packed away with her things. She would grab a coffee maker, she bought ground coffee the day before in her shopping, she would also pick up a toaster and a few other counter top appliances. She figured by the time she was done, she will have gone through the money he left her along with some of her own. She didn't care, she wanted to make him proud to come home to her. Proud to bring his boys with him. She saw an incredible canary yellow summer top and lime green pants with it, and matching sandals. She would get that, fix herself up nice right after she fixed up the house and put dinner on for them. In love with him as she was, she had to make things perfect, welcoming ... home.

In Wisconsin...

Jake started his day early at work. His voice could be heard through out, barking out orders and getting things done around the lumber yard and warehouses. Truly showing himself to being a more qualified supervisor than the one existing. Twice, he and Neil had gotten into an argument about Jake setting things up, making changes and organizing the lumber yard the way he felt it should be to be run efficiently; stepping on Neil Foster's toes.

"What do you think you're doing? You can't just change things around like this without consulting me first!" Neil stood in the yard, yelling at Jake, as he continued to work, delegating jobs to those waiting for his next order. Due however to Neil, they froze not sure who to listen to. While many preferred to follow Jake's lead because he was in the yard, working his tail off to get things as they should be, Neil was their supervisor.

"Look, I don't have time to consult with you on everything I'm trying to get done here! I'm not fucking wasting my time that way!"

"I think we need to take this up to my office."

"Yeah, good idea, head on up there, I'll be with you as soon as I get a moment. I take my coffee black." Jake returned sarcastically.

"You need to be careful here - really careful, you're on the verge of a serious verbal warning."

Jake stuck his middle finger up at him, "Verbalize that!"

"Who the hell do you think you are McPherson!?"

"You just said it, Jake McPherson - that's who I think I am, and because I'm on overtime, I don't have time to waste here arguing with you; if you were so fuckin' capable of doing this job, it would have been done instead of you standing up there looking down with your thumb up your ass!"

"I beg your pardon?! I had three men quit on me, and was forced to hire on temps, while you were off screwing over your own brother and screwing over Doris before she blew her-..."