Nadine was sorry about Jamey's and her mom's wedding plans not being a bit more elaborate. She still entertained the young-girl idea about those things, but she had grown up enough to realize such matters rested with the parties involved. She smiled to herself and petted Sir Launcelot's majestic head. Her childish conceptions of what made up life had changed since that night at the farm. She just hoped that once they took the step, they'd remain as happy as they were right at that moment.
She wondered suddenly if it was still raining outside? These November chilled days with the rain that would soon be snow intrigued her, especially in front of a glowing fireplace, and in such a beautiful home as Jamey's there at Quarrysite. Again, she smiled to herself, thinking of Rickie Thompson, those thoughts trickling through her young, imaginative mind. Wow he was really so sweet… but as childish as her ideas of becoming an actress. She wasn't sorry that she hadn't entered the finals of the Miss Parksburg contest. That life wasn't what she wanted… not really; there were too many other things immediately at hand to be conquered… like the new caretaker, Mike Sawyer, for example. Damn… he was handsome… and only twenty-one!
Lying there in the living room on the plush carpeting before the fireplace in her robe, with only panties and bra beneath, she felt a certain exciting looseness and she reached out to pet Lonny's head. Then, she heard her mother's laughter coming from the den where she and Jamey relaxed on this cold, rainy, Sunday afternoon. She continued to smile lightly to herself, feeling smugly warm and pleasant… as well as erotically stimulated in just the knowing that she could have Jamey, if, or when, she ever wanted him. Her beautiful mom had indirectly implied as much when they were alone, almost suggesting that she would rather share with her the love of her future husband, rather than have her precious baby giving herself to strange boys or men, now that she had tasted the sensual delights of life. Her mom was so wonderful… so understanding, but what she didn't understand was that she had grown-up over night, and had her own ideas regarding what she wanted.
For example, she wished that Ann Trent was there with her at that very moment; they always had so much fun together… but then, she found herself wondering if their kind of fun would ever interest her again. She didn't feel a great deal of excitement thinking about it… the way it used to be. That night at the farm had changed so many things for her…
Poor Lily Vance, though; she would suffer… and she was so pretty. But Chief Archer had said something about a manslaughter charge being acceptable… whatever that was… and that she wouldn't have too long to serve in prison. Really, she shouldn't even have to go. Silk Weaver and those other two horrible men should be behind bars, yet, they hadn't been charged with any thing… simply because she, Mom and Jamey had refused to talk about it. Now, Silk Weaver was running the Diamond Dell. It just wasn't fair… but she didn't want to think anymore about that and spoil her day.
She scratched at Lonny's ears instead, and let the handsome figure of Mike Sawyer play in her mind. He'd really smiled at her today, just before it clouded up and started to rain, and she'd felt his eyes following her as she walked toward the main house, letting her buttocks work a little overtime and pretending to watch Lonny as he romped and played in front of her.
Sooner or later, she thought to herself… and she was absolutely sure it would be a delicious time… but she had to let him think that he was seducing her. After all, he would be her first real man… even though she wasn't a virgin any longer. Lord, she wondered if she would ever learn all the necessary things a girl had to know and do to trap her men?
Then, her mother laughed again, the pleasant sound coming to her from the other end of the end of the house, and she reached out to run her fingers lightly along Sir Launcelot's warm, hairy belly toward his hind legs. She tweaked him there mischievously and he whimpered in response.
"Come on, darling," she whispered excitedly. "Let's you and me go to my room and pretend at napping. I have an entrancing idea… and I haven't felt as… as sleepy as that night at the farm."
She hopped up quickly, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes sparkling with certain licentious lights as the great animal bounced to his feet, his ears standing high, devoted brown eyes staring faithfully at her.
"And we'll lock the door," she whispered, bending to stroke his massive head once more. "I don't like my nap interrupted… do you?"