1. Marcy's Playground 8 by loyalsock


    Date: 8/17/2016, Categories: First Time Author: loyalsock 

    ... tell me, baby, whatever it is, is okay.&#034 I tried to say something. But I couldn't get anything out. &#034Honey, you're worrying me. We can work it out together, but I'm pretty lousy in the guessing department.&#034 My sobs pretty much drowned him out. &#034We're going to breathe together, nice and slow, so then you can talk to me. Okay?&#034 I got the hiccups. &#034I'll...I'll...I'll call you b-back,&#034 I said. I hung up. Oh Marcy, you big dork. I leaned way over, so that I put my head between my knees. I just stayed like that, concentrating on my breathing, for what seemed like a really long time. I was a good person. I've always been a good person. I sat up and wiped my face. I better call Jean-Luc back. He's probably worried about me. There was a knock on my door. Whoever it was could just forget about it. There's no way I'm answering looking and feeling like this. &#034Marcy! Open up!&#034 Jean-Luc. I wiped my face again, and went to open the door. He swept me up into his arms and didn't let go. He closed the door with his foot. I started to cry again, soft, subtle tears again. &#034Oh baby, you're breaking my heart,&#034 he said. Jean-Luc carried me over to the couch and arranged me on his lap. He kissed the tears off my face. &#034B-but, y-you were at work,&#034 I said. &#034Fuck that,&#034 he said. I sniffed and smiled at him. &#034Now,&#034 he said firmly, &#034Tell me what's wrong.&#034 &#034N-nothing,&#034 I said. &#034Oh, I could tell that from your serene, ...
    ... impassive demeanor.&#034 I sniffled. &#034All right Lafferty.&#034 He rearranged me a little on his lap, and I rested my head against his shoulder. &#034Want me to guess?&#034 I shook my head. &#034So tell me.&#034 &#034It's just you're so nice.&#034 &#034Hah. I'm a lawyer. Haven't you heard all the lawyer jokes? We're ruthless. We can be mean as snakes.&#034 &#034Only when you're defending personal friends of yours,&#034 I said. &#034The crying ones,&#034 he said. &#034Now what's up?&#034 I shrugged. He pet my hair. &#034You hair's wet.&#034 &#034I didn't blow it dry; it takes forever to dry on its own.&#034 We were silent for a while. &#034Sorry I interrupted your work,&#034 I said finally. &#034It's Saturday. I put in a few good hours. It's fine.&#034 &#034Mmn.&#034 &#034You're more important than work any day, weekend or not.&#034 I started to cry again. &#034I'm not usually a crier,&#034 I said. &#034I hope not, because I got to tell you, this is the pits.&#034 He smiled at me. &#034I don't mind though. I take the whole package. Sex, talking raccoons, crying jags.&#034 &#034Ice cream?&#034 &#034Ice cream,&#034 he said. He carefully pushed me off his lap and went to the kitchen. I ogled his butt as he opened the freezer. &#034Holy shit!&#034 he said. &#034You've got like a hundred flavors of ice cream in here,&#034 he said. &#034Yeah, my parents are out of town, so I've pretty much just been eating ice cream for the past four days, and I wanted some variety.&#034 He turned ...
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