“You can do better than me, Miguel.” Holly progressed the exchange, as expected.
I could hear Miguel again, but this time he wasn’t yelling, he was begging. Holly knew this was coming so she wasn’t caught offguard by his change in tactics, just like she knew he would explode on her again when she shot him down.
“No, Miguel. I’m not going to do that.” She told him.
Here it comes.
“Look, it’s getting late. I need to get to bed.” Holly lit the fuse.
And Miguel exploded. “YOU BETTA FUCKING LISTEN TO ME, PUTA!” He screamed through the phone.
Holly nearly dropped the phone as her shaky hand slammed the receiver down on the craddle when I gave her the ‘hang-up’ gesture. She quickly fell into her mother’s arms who held her close.
“You did really well, Holly. I’m proud of you.” I told her.
“I’m really scared.” She said, still pressed into her mother’s embrace.
“I know you are, but that was the only result you were going to get from him. Guys like Miguel do not like being told ‘no’ by anyone, especially from women they do not respect.” I explained. “There is nothing you could’ve done differently to diffuse the situation.”
“Then why did you want me to go through this? Why not just tell him to fuck off?” She broke the embrace to ask.
“Because. Even though he doesn’t realize it yet, he knows now that there is nothing he can say to get you back. If you cut him off before he had a chance to run through his emotions, through his ‘options’, he might still have reason to hang on.” I told her.
“Like, ‘I should’ve said this or that’, kind of thing?” She asked.
“That’s exactly it.” I said.
“So what now?” Karen asked.
“Hopefully, he will take some time to cool off and realize that Holly is a waste of time and move on to someone else.” I said.
“And if he doesn’t?” Holly asked.
“Then we’re no worse off now than we were then.” I said.
Holly slouched and held her head in her hands, clearly stressed by the situation. Karen looked over at me and mouthed the words, ‘thank you’. I smiled and nodded and Karen did her best to console her daughter.
It took a while, but things started to get back to normal. Audrey and Melanie called to let us know they were checked in and left us the number for the room. Interestingly, they asked if they could speak to Karen and Holly alone for a bit before we had our time. Karen and Holly told me they were close with my girls, but I guess I just hadn’t realized just how close knit they all were, but I had no issue letting them chat for a while. I wanted to get out of the house anyway, figuring I would do a walk around and give myself some time to think, so I handed the phone off to Karen and Holly went to the kitchen to use that one so they could chat.
The front of the house was pretty well lit with both a house light and street lamp to cancel out the darkness, so my interest was more in the back yard. There was a back door light, but it was pretty weak and only lit up what was directly around the back door. Karen had a small back yard that shared a small chainlink fence with adjoining properties. There were hedges that lined the neighbor’s side of the fence directly behind Karen’s house and I figured if Miguel were to sneak up to the house, it would be from there. I rattled the fence in various spots and was satisfied at how much noise it made. It was about chest high so you’d have to climb over it and the resulting noise would give away whoever attempted it. I was on my way back toward the house when Karen came out the back to let me know they were finished chatting.
Karen and Holly went to get ready for bed as I sat and talked with Mel and Audrey. They wished they could be here with me, but hoped that I would stick around for a few days after this was all over so we could have some alone time. I told them that there was no way I would come all the way out to New Mexico and not leave my two lovely women walking funny for a week. They teased me by telling me how they were playing with each while we chatted, which was risky ground considering I wasn’t getting any, but it was all in good fun. Being this close for the first time in two months and not being able to be with me was excuse enough to let them play while I remain celebate.
It was around the time that Karen had finished her shower and put on her night shirt when I ended my conversation with Audrey and Mel. I knew she wasn’t trying to look it and perhaps it had a lot to do with speaking with my ladies that I was so turned on, but I had to take a double-take when Karen entered the living room to say ‘goodnight’. Her ‘nightshirt’ was little more than an oversized tee that was pink and faded. Faded enough that you could see a faint hint of her body under it. I don’t know if she simply forgot or if it was on purpose, I would assume it was on purpose, as I could barely see the dark circles of her areola beneath the well worn cotton. I might not have noticed at all if it were not for her erect nipples pushing the fabric out drawing attention to her breasts. Her figure was a lot better than I first thought, as the tee clung to her enough to show off her hourglass shape and large C/small D cup breasts. In addition to her dark areolas and nipples, there was distinct shade where an obvious pubic mound was located, meaning no bra or panties. As there was no bulge in the fabric, it was pretty clear she kept it well maintained.
“Oh, I probably should put a robe on, I’m sorry. I’m not used to needing to be modest.” She started to turn away.
“No, you’re fine.” I responded, perhaps a bit to enthusiastically, because Karen stopped and turned back around with a small smile on her face.
“Are you sure?” She asked, actually giving me a small pose by sticking her leg out and feigning as seductive draw of her hand up her thigh. “I wouldn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” She winked.
“I’ll take my chances.” I smiled back.
“Well, in that case.” She made her way over to the sofa were I was sitting and stopped at my feet. “Do you need any help getting the hideaway pulled out? It can get a little fussy.” She asked.
For someone supposedly getting ready for bed, I could detect a distinct smell of perfume on her, but it seemed like it was coming up from the bottom of her nightshirt.
“No, I think I will just sleep on the sofa itself, actually. I’m still not familiar with the layout in here and having a bed take up so much room will only make it that much harder.” I told her.
“Okay.” She smiled. “Make yourself at home. Are you hungry or thirsty? Can I get you something before I go to bed?” She asked, putting her hand on my forearm.
“I’m fine, thank you, Karen. I overslept earlier today so I’ll probably be up most of the night.” I said, bringing my other hand to put it over hers.
Karen was about to say something, but we were interrupted by the phone ringing. Giving the likelyhood of who was on the other end, her mood was broken immediately. She reached over and picked up the receiver.
“Hello?” She asked.
“Put the little slut on, Puta!” I heard him shout, giving Karen a start.