Molli rolled her eyes. “I think I would rather have had a girl draw drops of blood on my ass than a guy, because then I really would have known what they wanted to do to me if it was their idea.” She sat down on the other end of the couch and pulled up her pant leg and showed Grant the tattoo Seneca had given her on her ankle. Grant gave her an admiring nod. “Just because it does look good, don’t think about letting her give you one Grant. Knowing Seneca, she’d probably give you a tattoo on YOUR ass that said ‘Seneca’s man’ or ‘property of Seneca’.”
Seneca laughed. “That’s a good idea. Hey Grant?”
Grant shook his head. “No way. If somebody is going to tattoo your name on me, it’s not going to be you and it’s not going to be on my butt.”
Seneca laughed again. “You’re no fun Grant.”
“Uh huh.”
Seneca made herself and Grant eggs for breakfast, and convinced Molli to eat again too. They drank more cocoa and were in the living room watching a movie when Seneca’s parents got home with Rain.
Mrs. Price looked at Grant and then at her daughter. “I’m assuming that Grant came over this morning and did not spend the night Seneca Janise. I had better be correct because I don’t like to think that I’d ever have to forbid you from seeing him. I know that you two care so much about each other, but baby, I am too young to be a grandma.”
“Yes Mom, I mean no Mom, Grant did not spend the night. I promise.” Molli saw her cross her fingers behind her back. “Of course you’re too young to be a grandma. You’re hot Mom. Grant and I are being careful, I promise.”
Mr. Price cleared his throat. “It was my understanding that you two hadn’t taken that step to cement your relationship yet, though what I caught you two doing the other night already made it hard for me to believe that I suppose.”
Grant blushed. “I’m sorry Mr. Price. I love Seneca. When I told you that I want to marry her, I meant it.”
“I believe you Grant. If I didn’t, I would have come after you with a shotgun when I saw what you were doing to my daughter and what she was doing to you.”
Seneca looked at her father. “I promise we won’t do it again Daddy.” Then she grinned. “You know I can’t lie to you. I promise that we’ll be better at not getting caught next time.”
Mr. Price shook his head. “Were we ever that young Clara?”
Clara Price laughed. “Don’t you remember what my dad walked in on us doing Dale? He did come after you with a shotgun.”
Rain rolled his eyes. “You guys are all weirdoes. You don’t want me to think about girls like that and you talk about sex all the time.” He looked at Molli and gave her a wide grin. “There was a picture of your tattoo going around my school Molli. It is so hot that you have a tattoo on your butt.”
Dale gave his son a dirty look. “If there are pictures like that going around your school again Rain, don’t bother to look at them. Especially if they happen to involve your sister’s best friend. Give me your phone so that I can make sure you don’t still have that picture. It’s none of our business where Molli has a tattoo.” He winked at Molli.
Molli gave him a weak smile. She couldn’t believe that pictures of her tattoo had made their way to the Jr. High School.
Rain sighed. “C’mon Dad, it’s not like I think of Molli that way anymore. She’s hot but she’s more like a big sister now. And it would be way wrong to think of my sister like that. It’s a cool tattoo Dad. You should look at the picture before you delete it.”
Seneca laughed. Molli gave her a dirty look. “Hey Mol, I’m not the one with a tattoo on MY butt.”
Molli sighed. “My tattoo is not on my butt. Okay, so yes, part of it is, but not the whole thing. You’re the one that wants to give Grant a tattoo on his.”
Seneca gave her parents her best innocent look. “She’s lying. I never said anything about giving Grant a tattoo on his butt. Right Grant?”
Grant cleared his throat. “I plead the fifth.”
Seneca threw a pillow from the couch at him. “Grant, you’re supposed to be on my side.”
“Not when it comes to you wanting to tattoo your name on my butt.”
Dale shook his head at his daughter. He took Rain’s cell phone and scrolled through the pictures. When he got to the one of Molli’s tattoo he paused. “That’s very good work. Where did you have it done Molli? Look at this Clara. You always wanted to get a tattoo didn’t you?”
Seneca giggled. Molli hid her face in her hands.
Clara handed the phone back to Dale. “It is very nice work Molli. Do you have the name of the artist who gave it to you? I have always wanted a tattoo.”
Molli uncovered her face. “She was still starting out when she gave that to me. I don’t remember her name, but I think I have her card back in my room somewhere. I’ll give the info to Seneca when I find it.”
Clara nodded. “Thank you. What do your parents think of you having a tattoo? Though I suppose they must have given you permission.”
“Um. I don’t think that they’d like it very much if they knew about it.”
“I see. Well, you are almost eighteen and it’s not my place to inform them. Though Seneca, you had better not think of talking someone else into giving a tattoo or trying to give yourself another one either. And even if Grant decides it’s okay, you are not giving him a tattoo on his butt, your name or otherwise. We could have sworn that you were torturing poor Molli when you gave her the tattoo on her ankle. If you want to give tattoos, wait until you can get a job at a shop. And I would prefer it if you waited until you were eighteen until you get one yourself.”
Seneca’s eyes were wide when she looked at her mother. “How did you know about that? You and Dad were out in the yard the whole time, listening to loud music and talking with the neighbors. I didn’t think you could hear anything over that.”
Clara laughed. “Parents have eyes in the backs of their heads and super sensitive ears, especially when they have teenagers. You two were so intent on what you were doing that you didn’t notice when your father stood at your window and watched you until he figured out what you were doing. We let you have your fun because we knew that if something had gone wrong, you would have come to us. We like to think that we are the kind of parents that you can talk to about anything.”
“You are Mom. You too, Dad.”
Dale smiled at his daughter, but it quickly faded. “We know that Grant spent the night here last night. The busy body across the street made sure that we knew his car was in the driveway all night as soon as we got home. If your boyfriend is going to spend the night, and if he were another boy or his home situation was different Seneca Janise this would not even remotely be an issue; you are going to ask permission and he is going to come in through the front door and not your window. You are going to pay to fix your window from your allowance though I have no idea how Grant ever fit in your window anyway with as big as he is. Grant will sleep on the couch and not in your bed. We will get a dog if we have to that is very protective of you and doesn’t like teenage boys to make sure that he stays on the couch. You hear me young lady?”
“Yes Daddy. Thank you Daddy. I’m sorry for lying to you Mom.”
Clara shook her head. “I saw you cross your fingers behind your back you silly child. Mrs. Benson needs to learn to keep her nose out of other people’s business. Now, don’t think that just because we have accepted the fact that your boyfriend has a rather unique situation at home, that it’s going to be an excuse for him to be here every night. He is not going to be here the whole time when we’re gone over Thanksgiving break either.”
“Of course not Mom. Thank you Mom, Dad. You guys are so cool. I love you.”
“We love you too sweetie, but if we catch Grant in your bed and you two are doing anything other than sleeping, you’re not going to think we’re quite so cool anymore.”
“Yes Mom.”
“Hey Dad,” Rain said. “Were you serious about getting a dog? But you have to get one
that doesn’t hate all teenage boys. I’m one too remember?”
“Of course we remember Rain. You make it really hard for us to forget sometimes. Have you cleaned your room?”
“No Dad. I’m sorry.”
“Clean your room and then you can show Grant your new video game.”
“Okay. You want to help me clean my room Grant?”
Grant shook his head. “No way dude. Your room smells. I don’t want to know what you do in there.”
“C’mon man. My parents are okay with you doing my sister, the least you could do is help me clean my room.”
Grant wouldn’t look at Seneca’s parents. “Okay. But we gotta open the window so that we can breathe.”
Grant started to follow Rain down the hall but Dale said “Grant?”
Grant turned. “Yes sir?”
“While we may not exactly be thrilled with the fact that you are doing our daughter as my son so bluntly put it, we do like you and we do realize that you care for Seneca. If we didn’t appreciate that, we wouldn’t make the exceptions that we’ve been able to make in your relationship with our daughter. It would be nice if your parents appreciated you more sometimes though.”
“Yeah, I know. Thank you Mr. Price, Mrs. Price.”
Dale smiled and then let the boys continue down the hall. He turned back to Seneca. “Your mother and I are going to take a nap. Why don’t you work on cleaning your room?”
“My room is already clean. You and Mom are gonna go have sex. I figured that out years ago. The only time you two ever take a nap is together and you sure aren’t getting any sleep when you do. You don’t want Molli and me out here because you know we’ll hear you.”
Molli could see that Dale was trying hard not to smile. “Go in your room anyway. Why don’t you ask Molli to help you go through your clothes? I’m sure there are some that you need to get rid of and the clothing bank at the station is getting empty. We don’t use it much, but we gave a lot of what we had to a young family last week. I know you have some clothes that are getting too small for you and make you look less than respectable.”
“C’mon Dad. Just tell me to get rid of the clothes that you think make me look slutty. And admit that you’re going to have sex with Mom. It’s okay. We all know you still do it. Even Grant heard you the last time he was over here when you two took a ‘nap’.”
Dale chuckled. “Sometimes I don’t think your brother knows, so don’t mention it to him okay? And I don’t like the word slut either. I thought you wanted to dress up like a prostitute for Halloween to further dispel stereotypes.”
Seneca laughed. “I bet I have the only Dad in the world that’s a cop and is okay with his daughter dressing up like a prostitute for Halloween. I convinced Molli to dress up with me and Grant’s gonna be our pimp. Isn’t that so cool?”
“I’m not sure if cool is the word I would use to describe it. Go and get started on your room. Your mother and I are very tired.”
Seneca made a face. “You get like that when you have Rain in the car with you? Now that is gross.”
Dale shook his head. “Go Seneca. It was nice seeing you again Molli. I hope that our crazy family dynamics don’t convince you that you don’t want to visit anymore.”
“Nah, you guys are way cooler than my parents will ever be. They act so old sometimes; you’d think they’re already dead.”
“Ah. Get started on your clothes Seneca. I’ll bring you a box to put them in when your mother and I are done napping.”
Dale followed Clara into the bedroom. Seneca laughed and called out “Just say that you’ll bring me a box when you and Mom get done doing it Dad. It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone.”
Molli shook her head as she followed Seneca back to her bedroom. As they passed Rain’s room they heard him say “They do not still do it do they Grant? My parents are too old to do that stuff.”
Molli didn’t hear Grant’s reply. She helped Seneca go through her clothes. They had two good sized piles by the time her dad brought her back a box. His hair was wet. Seneca grinned at him, but didn’t say anything.
The Prices ordered pizza for dinner. Grant drove her back to school afterwards. Mellenda wasn’t there and she was glad. She finished her homework and then went to bed. Mellenda still wasn’t home by then. She was jealous, thinking that her roommate was probably out with Ricky, maybe even having sex with him. She yawned and wondered what it would be like to have sex with Ricky as she fell asleep.
The next weekend she spent in her room, catching up on her studying. It took her so long to read most of the time, especially when it wasn’t something that she was particularly interested in, that she read as little for her classes as she could during the week. She felt like she was barely scraping by as it was. Mellenda was gone all weekend. Jude didn’t bother to call her. Eduardo called her twice, but she ignored him.
Chapter 4
The next Friday, she was caught up on her homework and feeling very bored and almost depressed. Mellenda had taken off right after school. She knew that she was meeting Ricky, because she’d heard her roommate bragging to another girl out in the hall about how hot her boyfriend was and how good he was in bed. She thought about calling Seneca, but knew that she was hanging out with Grant again, and that they were going to the movies. She didn’t want to feel like a third wheel.
She was laying on her bed, listening to music and was half asleep when her phone rang.
She picked it up and answered without looking at the caller ID. “Hello.”
“Hey sexy. How come you’ve been ignoring me? Just ‘cause you’ve been letting Jude take a taste of you doesn’t mean that I don’t still want mine.”
“Do you realize how disgusting you sound?”
“I sound sexy when I talk and I look sexy when you see me. Come on over baby. We’ll take a trip to the place that no man will ever take you to better than me.”
Molli snorted. “Yeah right. I’m gonna go to sleep Eduardo. I’m depressed and want to be alone.”
“Ah, does your boyfriend not bring you flowers or tell you that he loves you? You must have given him one too many blow jobs Mol.”
“Screw you Eduardo.”
“That was kinda my plan when I called you up Molli.”
“No. I don’t like having sex with you anymore.”
“We’ll have to change that then won’t we? I’ll pick you up in half an hour.”
“No.” Molli sighed. “Ah, what the hell. It’s not like I’ve got anything better to do tonight.”
“Thanks Mol, you always did know how to give a man an ego boost.”
“Like you of all people need an ego boost? I think you choose the women you sleep with on purpose so that they’ll tell you you’re the best they ever had.”
“Many a fine woman and many a slut have told me that I’m the best they ever had.”
“They were probably drunk or lying to get you to shut up.”
“Bitch. That doesn’t mean that I don’t still wanna fuck you though. I’ll see you in a while Mol.”
“Yeah.”
Molli hung up her phone. She put her shoes on, grabbed her jacket and headed out.
She walked quickly through the woods and waited impatiently for Eduardo on the road in front of the school. But he wasn’t anywhere to be seen, either in his car or Peggy’s since he seemed to drive that more frequently lately than his own. Molli was sure that Crisha had probably found some way to take possession of their shared car, especially since she obviously had a greater need for it than Eduardo did, since she was the one that took care of their children.
Molli had gotten tired of waiting for Eduardo to show up and was walking down the road towards downtown Brentwood when a horn honked behind her. She turned and saw Eduardo behind the wheel of Peggy’s car. He stopped the car. She sighed and got into the passenger side of the old car.
“Why are you driving her car again? We’re not going to her apartment again are we? It’s so creepy when she’s there and you stil
l want to do it with me.”
“She has a name. Peggy doesn’t mind sharing my fine ass so why should you? She’s not there though. She’s out visiting with her kids.”
“I can’t believe she has kids. How in the hell did that crack head raise kids and not ever have them end up in foster care?”
“They did for a while. But those CPS idiots gave them back to her because she was a good mom. Her kids turned out great.”
“Probably with no help from her. Or was her husband a junkie too?”
“She don’t like to talk about her old man much. Why are you so damned cranky all the time? Are you on your period? You know I don’t mind getting a little blood on my dick but they shut off her water so we can’t take a shower.”
“You are so disgusting Eduardo. I don’t want to do it with you at all half the time anymore, let alone when I’m on my period.”
“Molli come on, Daddy’s missed you.”
Molli made a face. “Can I have a cigarette?”
“Go ahead. I really have missed you baby. How come you never call me anymore?”
“I have a boyfriend. I always told you that if I got a boyfriend, I was going to stop doing it with you.”
Eduardo made a face as she lit the cigarette. “You’re not fair Mol. You can share me but I can’t share you? And you know that it’s not over ‘til I say it’s over.”
“Uh huh. You’re drunk aren’t you? You smell like you took a bath in alcohol.”
He laughed. “So what? I’m over the age of twenty-one.”
“Let me drive.”
“No. We’re almost there anyway.”
Molli sighed. “I’m going home if you’re too drunk to get it up. And if I’m busy with Jude, I’m not going to call you or come by.”
“You are such a bitch. What happened to the hot little girl that used to get so worked up about sitting on my dick or my face?”
“You do know that you can talk sexy without being completely nasty right? It’s really gross for you to call me a little girl. That makes you sound like a child molester. It became a lot less fun sitting on your dick after you started screwing Peggy and I started to be afraid that I’d catch AIDS. And you haven’t bothered to go down on me since she came into the picture either, though I have a pretty good idea of why that is. Does that answer your question Eddie?”
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