0227: The Vampire's Daughter

Sitting up, Jamie asked, "Well, what did you say?"

"Not much," Sol answered.

"Don't give me that, you practically wrote a novella."

"I simply explained what happened and what I’m doing."

"You mean you told him that we've been fucking like rabbits?"

Sol laughed, "No, I left that part out."

"Well, speaking of sex, and seeing that your appear to be, um, ready for action, perhaps we can pass the time until your little boy comes back with a little mutual gratification," Jamie said.

"It will probably take Francis at least a day to drive back," Sol said, with a smile.

"Oh, is that all the time we have?" Jamie asked mockingly before letting out a moan.

After spending a long time on the couch, the pair moved back into the bedroom, had sex the rest of the night, and slept.

The next night, Sol awoke early and looked out the front window. The Aston Martin was out front with the door open and hood up. Francis was playing around inside the engine block.

Sol walked out and said, "You'll need that soon, so don't hurt anything."

Francis startled, jerked his head up and hit it on the underside of the hood.

"Are you OK?" Sol asked, watching as the boy extracted his head and rubbed it.

"Yes sir, you startled me, that's all," answered Francis as he walked around the car. As he turned to face Sol, his eyes shot up, down, and then away, as he stopped cold in his tracks.

Sol realized instantly what was wrong and said, "I'm sorry. It's so secluded here that I often forget to wear clothing. Come, I'll go put something on while you wait in the living room."

"Sir, is..." the boy started.

"Jamie will not touch you ever again. I promise you that you will be completely safe," Sol comforted.

While Francis waited, Sol went into the bedroom and opened his old dresser to find clothing. Jamie watched from the bed.

"Where are my things?" Sol asked, turning to the bed.

"I kind of burned them in a fit of anger."

"You didn't!"

"Yes. Yes I did. I'm sorry. You know we didn't part on the best of terms."

"So you burned my clothing?" Sol asked, exasperated.

"You can wear some of mine," Jamie suggested.

"Even if I wanted to dress in your clothing, which I do not, you are at least six inches shorter than me. Nothing would fit."

"I'll buy you a new wardrobe."

"No, you'll pay for my new wardrobe. I don't trust you would buy anything I would like. Everything would be pastel colors and have flowers all over it," Sol said, grabbing a robe from the ground and heading out the door.

"You like that stuff on me," Jamie shouted after him, before snuggling into the sheets with a smile.



[The Vampire’s Daughter: An ongoing vampire story. Copyright Reuben Gregg Brewer, 2005, 2006. All rights reserved.]
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