C4 antho - Chamber Four
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~126~ The Chamber Four Fiction Anthology “But I see you’re doing a pretty good job,” Vicki commented, nodding to my privates. “I mean, you seem to be keeping things under control for the most part. That’s really awesome.” There were only so many ways to respond. “Thanks,” I told her, placing the ball over my crotch, “for noticing.” * * * * One evening directly following calisthenics, a Land Rover screeched into the parking lot, sending the dust sprawling. “Unexpected visitors,” Mayor White smiled, adjusting his cowboy hat. They were more than a little unexpected. Dad was sipping his iced tea and talking to Deborah outside the dining room when I spotted my mother and all six feet nine inches of Damien Markus emerging from the vehicle. “So anyway, it’s all in the swing, really,” Dad informed Deborah, demonstrating the perfect golf drive. “You see, the trick is to really get your center of gravity low, really hunker down. And then...” “Dad,” I whispered, tapping his shoulder. “...but honestly, it’s all in the follow through anyway. Here, allow me to demonstrate,” he said, putting down his iced tea. “Dad...” “Yeah, Frankie?” he asked, turning. “Mom’s here.”
The Naturalists ~127~ “Pardon?” he asked, cupping his ear. “Mom’s here. And Damien.” He shielded his eyes from the blearing sun. “Huh,” he shrugged, spotting them. “How do you like that?” Then, he returned his attention to Deborah. “Now anyway, hon, about that follow through...” * * * * Apparently there was a surplus of Spurs fans at Nature’s Bounty, though you’d never know it―there are only so many ways to support the team when your apparel is limited to skin. “Damien,” whispered the star struck Vicki, walking up to him, nipples hardening. “Think I could get an autograph?” Damien glanced behind him for paparazzi, then put his hands in the air and took a few steps back, just in case. “How ‘bout I mail you one?” he offered. “Frankie!” Mom called, running toward me. Her face dropped upon viewing me from a full frontal perspective. “Oh, boy,” she said, focusing on the ground. “Think you could throw some pants on, sweetie?” My face reddened―the color was beginning to grow on me―and I reached for Dad’s iced-tea and held it over my privates, a temporary solution. “I just got your letter,” she whispered, coming hesitantly closer. “I’m so sorry, Frankie, I would have come sooner but...” “You know, hon,” Dad cut in, strutting toward her. “It’s great you’re here and all, but...no gawkers allowed. Sort of a
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~126~ The <strong>Chamber</strong> <strong>Four</strong> Fiction Anthology<br />
“But I see you’re doing a pretty good job,” Vicki commented,<br />
nodding to my privates. “I mean, you seem to be<br />
keeping things under control for the most part. That’s really<br />
awesome.”<br />
There were only so many ways to respond.<br />
“Thanks,” I told her, placing the ball over my crotch, “for<br />
noticing.”<br />
* * * *<br />
One evening directly following calisthenics, a Land<br />
Rover screeched into the parking lot, sending the dust<br />
sprawling.<br />
“Unexpected visitors,” Mayor White smiled, adjusting<br />
his cowboy hat.<br />
They were more than a little unexpected.<br />
Dad was sipping his iced tea and talking to Deborah outside<br />
the dining room when I spotted my mother and all six<br />
feet nine inches of Damien Markus emerging from the vehicle.<br />
“So anyway, it’s all in the swing, really,” Dad informed<br />
Deborah, demonstrating the perfect golf drive. “You see, the<br />
trick is to really get your center of gravity low, really hunker<br />
down. And then...”<br />
“Dad,” I whispered, tapping his shoulder.<br />
“...but honestly, it’s all in the follow through anyway.<br />
Here, allow me to demonstrate,” he said, putting down his<br />
iced tea.<br />
“Dad...”<br />
“Yeah, Frankie?” he asked, turning.<br />
“Mom’s here.”
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