"Seriously though," he continued, more calmly, "do you think she's alright?" "I think she's alright."Seriously though," he continued, more calmly, "do you think she's alright?" "I think she's alright. Dodds has been here before you know. For goodness sake, I _belonged_ to him, before I met Mandy. He may be weird, but he'd never hurt one of us, and in his own way... he's wonderful." She sighed, then snickered quietly. As they walked quietly away from Mandy's door, she added, "Although Mandy may kill him when she sees that scratch in her precious mahogany door." For some reason, this struck them as insanely funny, and they smothered their giggles as they stumbled into Jason's room. Jason was giddy with fatigue poisons, and fell laughing, onto the bed. "Ohh, god!" he said softly, "a nice, soft bed, that doesn't move..." "I'm hungry," announced Flora abruptly, "let's go have breakfast. I'm always starved after sex." Jason stared at her as if she had just invited him to a Moral Majority rally. "Are you nuts?" he asked, not moving, "I'm not going anywhere. I just wanna sleep... so tired." He ended with mumbling. "Alright love," Flora soothed, "you just lie there and rest. Flora's going to make everything all right. There, there, sleepy head." She pulled the covers over him as she spoke, tucking him in like a child, cooing all the while. He was asleep before she turned out the lights. -=*=- Jason awoke in bed, once again between soft, warm sheets. To his amazement, they were soft flannel sheets, not rubber. He lay still a moment while his head finished waking up, listening to the tiny sounds made by the house as it settled on it's foundations, by the wind outside, and by his own breathing. |