Knowing You

A/N: Sorry for the delay, I work 12 hour shifts on the weekend so I don't get much typing done. Thanks to those that have reviewed so far.




Chapter Five



“I still don’t see why we have to wait. Let’s just have a small ceremony,” Sheila shifted her position in the bed, turning so he got a good view of the ample cleavage being shown.


“I agreed to this, don’t pressure me.” Dante reached over to turn the lamp off. He was bone tired after working a twelve hour shift, the contract had come through. His work week would now consist of five twelves, giving him just Saturday and Sunday off. It was only Thursday and he was feeling the strain of overtime already, good thing the money was worth it.


“I know you did, I just don’t want to wait that long. We’ve been together for almost a year now.”


“Has it been that long?” He had know idea how long he’d been dating the redhead, time was never an issue. Since high school he’d dated so many it was hard to keep track of them all.


None of the women had meant much to him, someone to pass the time with. Was his stepmother right about him never showing much emotion with those that he was with? His attention had never been drawn to that fact before. Now that it had been mentioned, he couldn’t help but think on it. Mostly because he knew that it was correct, the woman had hit the nail on the head. So why hadn’t he ever gotten attached to any of them?


“Of course it has, that’s long enough for us to get married. You’re parents are happy about the news, why should we wait?” Sheila wanted to get the papers signed before he changed his mind again.


“I’ll think about it,” Was he scared of commitment? Dante wasn’t sure, the idea didn’t send shivers of dread down his spine. If he stopped to ponder the idea of marriage, it was pleasant enough but his mind conjured up an image of an unknown person at his side. He could easily see himself happily married, with children, and a home of his own. He just didn’t see himself with Sheila when it came to mind, why was that?


“Good,” she smirked thinking she had just won the battle. The sooner, the better, she’d be damned if she lost him because he was afraid of commitment.


Seconds passed, neither of them spoke, letting the darkness settle around them. Sheila fluffed her pillow, hoping he’d notice that she was still awake and waiting. Would he try to have sex with her tonight? It’d been over a week since they’ve been intimate. Minutes ticked by, the clock on the wall announcing each that passed. Getting impatient, she scooted over to his side of the bed.


He felt her moving closer, invading his sleeping space. It had occurred to him that she might want to get physical. There was no time to speak, her hand went straight for his crotch, cupping his flaccid member. By no means was he aroused, he didn’t feel up to having sex. Strange, when wasn’t he ready to take what was being offered? It was a warm body to sate his lust upon, he should be rearing to go.


A pout encased her supple lips, she’d never found him in this state before. Sheila wasn’t dissuaded about the outcome, she could work with it. He was probably really tired and would need some stimulation. It irked her that she would have to do this, she didn’t like to. Oral sex was wonderful, as long as she was on the receiving end. She’d only done it one other time, right after they had started dating.


He closed his eyes, the mattress dipped as she moved towards him. He almost laughed when she moved her head down towards his groin. Sheila was one of those women that didn’t like to give oral, only liked to receive it. Did she want to fuck that bad? Being a male, he wasn’t about to complain that he was about to get his dick sucked, no matter how crappy the job would be. The first brush of her lips had him opening his eyes to look down, part of the pleasure came from watching.


The head lowered, the long curly mess of hair covered up what she was doing. His eyes remained locked on the crown, waiting for the mouth to encase his member. Light kisses were being placed along the thick vein, teasing. It felt pleasant, not quite enough to get a reaction from his body. She did have most of it wrapped in her palm, instead of her mouth.


Sheila braced herself, the tip was placed between her parted lips, disappearing in the dry cavern. Just the thought almost made her lose interest, was it really worth it? The soft skin pressed along her tongue, his hips were lifting off of the mattress. Going for it, her mouth closed around the flaccid flesh, sucking on the length as she rose her head. Just the tip was left in, earning a small reaction from the wagging cock.


He had to close his eyes, watching her head going down was making him want to leap from the bed. It wasn’t like he asked her to do it, she had started it. The warm tongue was lapping the underside, the motion almost robotic. Didn’t chicks realize that their guy could tell if they weren’t enjoying what they were doing? A hiss escaped his mouth as teeth scraped over the enlarged head. “Ouch!”


“Sorry, I’m trying.” She pouted, yanking her mouth away from the half erect shaft.


“If you say so, that’s enough, I’m going to take a shower.” He slid his legs from under her torso, placing both feet on the carpet. First, he’d make sure she hadn’t removed any skin, or drew blood. Dammit, the fucking thing was attached, that had hurt.


“Whatever, I’m going to go watch television then. Don’t wait up for me.”


“Fine,” he hadn’t planned on it. Dante strolled over to the bathroom, slamming the door harshly behind him. He would have preferred it if she hadn’t touched him, instead of trying to maim him.


The water was turned on, the water hot enough to turn the skin red. There was no need for a cold shower, he wasn’t the least bit sexually aroused. Having one’s dick bit would quickly cause any erection to deflate. His dick hadn’t been hard to start with, so now all he was, was irritated.


The hot spray stung his cheeks, his hair getting drenched under the nozzle. His mind roamed, thinking of his parents’ upcoming honeymoon. Three weeks, then he’d have to stay at the house, spend his evenings with Taree. At this rate he was thinking it’d be best if Sheila didn’t stop by while he was there. He’d gotten the impression that his sister didn’t care for his girlfriend. Or had the statement not been directed towards his current companion?


He owed her an apology, she wouldn’t get it. It stung his pride to admit that he’d been wrong, had deliberately acted like an ass. Why apologize, so she could rub it in his face? They would have to come to some kind of compromise or they’d suffer for two weeks.


Spending two weeks bickering would make him want to leave, he didn’t have the tolerance for it. When he was younger it hadn’t been that bad, things had been different. He wasn’t sure what had changed, perhaps it was him. His hand reached for the bar of soap, it smelled the same as his aftershave. There was no way in hell he’d use the bottle of scented soap that Sheila kept in the stall. The damn liquid reeked of burnt bacon to him, not the vanilla it stated.


He was in the process of washing his chest, there was the distinct sound of the phone ringing. It stopped after the third ring, Sheila must have picked it up. The lather was working on his private area as the bathroom door opened. Sheila came in, not caring she was invading his privacy. “Who was that on the phone?”


“No one, wrong number.” Sheila smirked as he went to ignoring her presence. Let him ignore her, he’d learn the error of his ways. It was a slap to her feminine pride that he’d walked away from her. She’d been trying her best, but that wasn’t good enough for him. Well, he’d learn sooner or later, he didn’t treat her like that.


“Okay, do you mind? If you have nothing better to do, how about order a pizza or something. I’m getting kind of hungry,” he placed the bar back on the holder. “Get whatever you want, I’ll take chicken and mushrooms.”


“Yes dear,” she chirped in reply. She’d order his pizza, then make sure he apologized later for his attitude. She looked at the cordless phone still sitting in her hand. It was just as well, she didn’t want to sit here alone so he could run out. As soon as she called in their order she’d turn the ringer off, that way there would be no answer. When they didn’t answer, Taree would just have to find another ride.


She licked her lips in glee, “Why don’t I order some wings as well. There is a marathon on the movie channel, we could veg out in front of the set. We haven’t done that in awhile, might be fun.”


“Alright, I’ll be out in about ten.” He reached for the shampoo, hoping the night went by fast.




It rang for the tenth time before she placed the receiver down in disappointment. She’d give him another ten minutes before trying again, he could be on his way now. Then why wasn’t he picking up his cell phone? Sheila said she’d let him know, so what was taking him so long? Taree had spoken to the woman almost four hours ago, plenty of time for him to finish his shower and drive down here.


“Still no answer?” Joey undid her apron, her fingers feeling gross from caked up grease.


“Not at the house, so he must be on his way.” She was praying that was the case this time around. Joey’s car had broken down on the way to work. The serpentine belt had snapped, leaving it completely useless. A tow truck was picking it up in the morning, that didn’t help her out tonight.


“I could ask Bobby to give you a ride, I’m sure he won’t mind.”


“No thanks, you go on ahead, he’s been waiting long enough.” Taree wasn’t getting anywhere near that freak. The boy that had loved to help toss her into the trash had grown up to be a larger, scarier version of himself. The multiple piercing made her cringe and want to run in the opposite direction.


“Are you sure?” Joey didn’t feel right about leaving without knowing for sure that Taree had a way home.


“Yes, I’m sure he’s on his way. He’s an ass but he won’t leave me here.” She glanced at her watch, it was getting late. Another twenty and the diner would be closing down for the night, then she’d be fucked. There was a chance her parents might hear the phone if she were to ring the house.


“Okay, but if something happens you call me.”


“I will, now go before your man leaves you.” Taree playfully gave her a shove towards the door. There was no point in the girl waiting with her.


“I’m gone, I’ll call you in the morning.” Joey gave her a quick smile before rushing out to where Bobby was waiting.


Should she try the phone again? The last customer was getting ready to leave, so she’d be given the boot soon. The first number she tried was the cell, it automatically switched over to the voice mail. Which meant he had turned the phone off, why? Getting angry she pushed in the numbers for the apartment, thinking of ways to tell him off. If he hadn’t wanted to pick her up then he should have called back and let her know. She’d assumed that since him nor Sheila had called back, then he was okay with coming to get her.


The phone rang so long the operator came on the line to call her a loser. Grumbling to herself, she dialed the house, hoping her parents would hear it. They both slept with earplugs in, the chances were very slim. Unless they were up late doing the hanky panky, ‘Ewww gross!’ Scratching that thought from her mind, she let it ring so long it turned into a busy signal.


“Alright girl, you got five and I’m locking up.” The assistant manager came in, Nate, a very moody and crude, bald man.


“I was just leaving, thanks.” She snatched up her purse, knowing it was time to leave. The only option she had was to walk home or try to find a cab on the way.


The place was empty, except for the last bus boy, that was collecting some dishes. Taree pulled her coat on, not wanting to get cold on the way home. The bell chimed, the front door opened and she stepped out into the chilled breeze. It wasn’t as bad as the night before, she’d be fine walking home.


The parking lot had only three vehicles remaining, none would do her any good. She could ask the bus boy, he had started work about a week ago. What harm could come out of getting a ride with him? He was a little on the chubby side, had a baby face, but was rather shy. It couldn’t hurt to ask if he’d give her a ride home. That in mind, she waited for the guy to come out.





“Are you okay dear?”


Taree nodded her head no, she wasn’t okay. She almost bit her tongue as another sneeze had her bouncing in the seat. The tip of her nose was already raw from all the blowing she’d been doing. The left nostril had stopped functioning hours ago, right after waking. A deep cough had a migraine approaching, she felt horrid.


Grabbing a tissue, it was used to wipe the moisture threatening to drip down on her top lip. She was lucky she hadn’t frozen on the way home, it had started to rain. The first half hour hadn’t been that bad, the walk giving her time to think. Fate decided to take a massive shit on her head, in the form of rain and hail.


“I’m just feeling a little under the weather, I’m going to take something and head to bed.” There she could lay and plot her revenge. She wouldn’t be sick if her brother had taken thirty minutes out of his busy schedule to give her a ride. Or been considerate enough to call her back ahead of time, so she could have found another way. Not let her get off work after one in the morning, without informing her that he had no intention of picking her up.


The walk had taken over two hours, close to three. Her feet had been numb, her ass had been nonexistent. She was sure her thighs had fallen off somewhere along West Street. It was no wonder she was sick, being drenched and pelted by ice cubes would have that effect on anyone.


Her mother came over to place a hand on her forehead. “You are a little warm, go get in bed. I’ll bring you some soup and something to take for that cold.”


“Please, not that tea concoction, I’d rather remain sick.” Taree shuffled off towards her bedroom. Work had already been called, there was no way she was going in feeling like this.


The comfort of her bed did wonders for her disposition. She felt like complete shit but the mattress was soft, the covers inviting. With luck she’d be able to get some rest, once she downed some medicine. Knowing her mother, the woman was making the nasty tea, it was mixed with lemon and rum. It made her cringe and gag, even if it usually helped.


The moisture above her top lip had her reaching over for a tissue. There had to be five pounds of crap lodged in her nasal passage, she couldn’t breath from either. ‘Can’t talk, must focus on breathing.’ A throbbing ache was now forming behind her eyelids, from lack of sleep and the group of acrobats doing flips on her brain.


The bedroom door opened, her mother bringing in the foul liquid. “Here dear, drink this, it’ll help.”


“Ugh, do I have to?” That stuff tasted vile, she hated the taste of alcohol. A lot of things did well in tea, like sugar and milk, booze contaminated the drink.


Taree accepted the cup, it would be the only way to get her mother to leave. She was sure that sleep would help improve her condition greatly. Some sleep, staying locked in her room, and tuning out the world. It wouldn’t change anything for her to lay here and stew over matters. If she thought about it, it would surely piss her off. Why couldn’t he have either called or came and got her?


“You weren’t sick yesterday,” Leave it to the mother to notice these things. “Was someone sick at work? Or did you eat something?”


“No, I think it was the rain, I got a little wet on the way home is all. I’ll be fine, I just need some sleep.” Taree hoped she wouldn’t dig too deeply into the matter. Being a tattletale didn’t sit well, even if the jerk deserved it.


“Well, finish that up and I have today off so I’ll be in the kitchen if you need anything.”


“Okay Mom, I’m just going to lay and try to get some sleep. I’d like some tomato soup for dinner, if you don’t mind.” Taree preferred tomato over chicken noodle, most brands tended to be greasy from the chicken.


“Alright, get some rest.” The older woman stood up, “I’ll be up around five to bring you some food and some more medicine.”


“Oh joy,” the idea of another cup of the hot tea was enough to make her frown. Taree continued to sip, long after her mother walked out of the room. The place was quiet, her mother sewed during spare time. The clock was showing a little after one in the afternoon.


Revenge, that’s what she’d think about before nodding off, sweet revenge. It was her right! They weren’t the closest of siblings, but she was still family. It rankled that she meant so little to him, if she’d ever had any doubt, it had been cleared up. A simple call, he couldn’t bother himself to be considerate enough to do that! Heh, and that tart he was with wanted her to help throw that prick a birthday party?


‘The party,’ she smiled in the rose colored pillow case, a plan beginning to form. Her parents would be gone, it would be the perfect time to get even with the turd. She couldn’t stand Sheila and he had it coming, both of them were punks. If Dante didn’t feel like calling, then Sheila could have called, since the bitch had been the one to take the initial message.


Somehow she didn’t feel as bad, the idea was making the illness tolerable. The look on their faces when she got her revenge. “As they say, Revenge is a dish best served cold,” she snickered and snuggled under the covers. Rampant thoughts flashed and played out in her mind, this was going to be the most fun.



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