Lebpreciation

Where Is My Mind

For C.

Where Is My Mind?

Songs: Where is My Mind? Kings of Leon Cover
40 Day Dream, by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros
Janglin, by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros
Unreleased Song, Kings of Leon, (2003 Dressing Room performance)

It was a cool, blustery day, with the sun peeking in and out of the heavy clouds.
The mood was jovial never the less. It was the long weekend of Thanksgiving.
For the first time, she would be spending the holiday with someone else other than her family, but by now, the Followills were family enough. BettyAnn formally invited her for Thursday’s festivities over two months ago. “Mom loves you,” informed her Jared. “Thinks you are sooooooo good for Caleb.” Then he rolled his eyes. BettyAnn in fact was boasting that for the first time in her life, all her three boys would be bringing their steady girlfriends with them for Thanksgiving. It filled her with pride and happiness. “She is just happy that we are not spending Thanksgiving with hookers, high on blow, with half a kilo of coke between me and Caleb,” optimistically announced Nathan. If those were BettyAnn’s choices, it wasn’t very surprising that she was happy this Thanksgiving.
She slipped from under Caleb’s heavy embrace. It was dark in the bedroom, because he liked the shutters be tightly drawn. On more than one occasion, they had woken up to UK and Australian fans camping outside the house. Now, Caleb was concerned that one of the over-eager admirers would scale the wall somehow and peek into the bedroom window. “I am putting this house up for sale,” he threatened. “Either I am leaving on the farm full time, or getting me a place with a doorman! This is ridiculous!” She told him, “I think it’s ridiculous for you to sell your house over this nonsense. So whatever, they are well-meaning, and some of them have made a very lengthy journey to get just a glimpse of you.” He gave her argument some thought and then said, “Yes, until someone either attacks you, or me. Actually, I think they’ll attack you first, out of jealousy. I’ll rush to save you. And then, “five-nineteen, five-nineteen, shots fired…” And we are both dead. From some well-meaning fan.” She shook her head and called him “an exaggerator”.
A special request was put in for her pies.
During the reunion, Grandma Followill and she put out quite a load of pies, and her status as the best pie maker this side of Mason-Dixon Line soon became legendary. She thought that that was an exaggeration as well, but secretly, she was proud to be so exalted for her skills.
With butter, sugar and flour out on the board, she figured that she might as well surprise her lover with his favorite breakfast. She started coffee, and then quickly made and rolled out biscuit dough.
Caleb woke up soon after she had left the bed.
He didn’t like sleeping alone, and he felt her next to him very acutely. When she was there, he slept as if he was dead. When she left, he sensed it immediately. He lay there, listening to her bustling downstairs. Soon, crazy-delicious smells began to waft in the air. Whatever she was making, mixed with the scent of coffee, made him hungry. He got up, showered, inspected his hairline, which he found satisfactory, and what’s more, the other day, she gave him a very nice compliment about his hair, and it placated him almost completely. He resembled his grandpa Washington, which was all right by him.
He descended quietly, because he wanted to watch her.
He found it a pleasing activity, to watch this woman, because she was remarkable in his eyes, and loved him sincerely and immensely, for the Caleb that was Caleb Followill. Being a lot more hip than he was, she was listening to some new band, dancing along to the songs. To him, it sounded like the band had 27 people in it, and 56 instruments. But it all made sense, and made him want to dance as well, because there was something joyful about the singing and the melodies. They were removed as far from Kings of Leon as possible, and therefore from his neurosis. But mostly, he liked them because she liked them. Swaying, long brown hair in a ponytail, her small hips gyrating whichever way, the thin bare legs padding on the wooden floors, she mumbled along to the song, and twirled between the island—it was covered in flour—and the stove.
“Ah, you are here!” she exclaimed at last.
“I am here. And you make me think impure thoughts,” he accused her with a smirk.
“Whoa!!! You think pure thoughts?” she teased.
“Apparently not when I am with you.”
He came over to her and wrapped his hand over her stomach, kissing her deeply. She tasted of apple.
“I am glad you are up. I need a helper.”
“What am I helping with?”
“Dicing, chopping, slicing, mincing, grating…If it requires a knife, you are the man.”
“I am the man. All right. I’ll help.”
He pushed her against the cold sub-zero refrigerator and kissed her again, gently chewing on her lower lip. She wrapped her flour-covered hands around his neck and kissed him back.
“I’ve made something for you,” she murmured, running her tongue along his jaw.
“What have you made for me?”
“Breakfast.”
“Can I eat it off you?” he proposed.
She chuckled and said,
“Might be messy.”
She slipped from his embrace and washed her hands. He sat at the bar and she poured him coffee, and then presented him with a plate of two biscuits and chocolate gravy.
“Oh, my, my…I’ll be fat like my dad by the end of the weekend,” he laughed.
She shrugged and got herself a biscuit,
“I like Ivan. He cracks me up.”
“Does he?”
“The things he says…even crazier than you! And you are hard to top. Actually…Jared is hard to top.”
“Oh, so Jared is funnier than I?” instantly he was on the defensive. He tolerated her complimenting Nathan, but Jared was a bit more of a sore subject.
She laughed and shook her head,
“No, you are the funniest. The most handsome. The one who gets the ladies. You are it.”
“Nah…” he reached for her hand and kissed it in a most genteel way, “to the world, maybe. But you know it’s not true.”
“No, in fact I think that it’s quite true. It’s you who doesn’t see it.”
He sipped his coffee, didn’t argue and tucked into the biscuits and gravy. Both were delicious, and very close to his grandmother’s. Whatever trick grandma used, she’s passed on to his girlfriend. That was pretty impressive, since grandma rarely liked any of their girls. She approved of Jessie, but nobody else.
“Really good,” he complimented the food, his mouth stuffed.
She smiled and kissed his cheek.
“Man, you make me breakfast! Only mom does it, and then only sometimes.”
“Well…I love you,” she explained simply.
He looked at her and knew that she spoke the truth. She in fact did love him.
“Well, I actually love you too. I love two things, you and music.”
“I know,” her assurance of his love was just as strong as his.
“This gravy is out of this world!!!” he exclaimed, pouring more of it over his biscuits. “You exchanged recipes with my grandma?”
She knocked on her head and said,
“All the recipes are in there. And what I did with your grandma is none of your business. We had a lot of heart-to-heart talks. Woman to woman.”
“Oh boy,” he looked mildly frightened. “Glad you had so much in common with my grandma.”
“She is a wise woman, that one.”
“That she is.”
“You know what her favorite song from Because of the Times is?”
“She has a favorite song?” he almost chocked.
“Sure does.”
“G-d, I don’t know. “The Runner”? Because of Jesus?”
“Nope. She doesn’t care about Jesus. She loves “Knocked Up”. Said that it’s a beautiful and emotional song, and she “feels” it. That’s grandma for you!”
They finished breakfast and she set a large bowl of apples in front of him, instructing him to slice them in a certain way. He followed the instructions well, standing and chopping as directed.
“What you looking at?” she asked him at one point.
“Something I love,” he said softly. “You make me lose my mind a little.”
“Better me than something else,” she laughed.
Caleb burst out with a loud laugh.
She mixed sugar, vanilla, cinnamon, breadcrumbs and butter into the mountain of sliced apples and filled two pie crusts. He watched her cover the apples with another crust, crimp the edges quickly and expertly, the thin fingers working knowingly. In truth, all he wanted was for these hands to squeeze his back, rake the nails over his ribs, and a long, heavy moan to bathe his ear with a cry of pleasure. While he contemplated the unbridled desire that he had for her, she managed to make a sweet potato and a pumpkin pie, working efficiently, telling him to crack eggs, measure sugar, mix. He did it all, truly feeling as if his mind was no longer even his, because surely this was not normal, to need and lust after a woman so desperately.
The pies were in the oven. She turned to him, smiling a satisfied smile.
“I’ll make cookies later,” she waved her hand and moved a strand of hair from his cheek.
“Cookies too?”
“Jared asked for chocolate chip, and Matt wanted peanut butter.”
“Anything for the boys.”
“I like all my Followill boys. But,” she pressed her lips to his neck, shaved, fresh smelling, a little sweet from when he touched it with sugary fingers, “one boy…One Followill boy is my favorite.”
In one swoop he picked her up off the floor and said,
“Pies bake…what? An hour?”
“About.”
She giggled and kissed his chin.
“Something on your mind?”
“Nope,” he said innocently, “I feel like something is on yours.”
“Ahhh…well, maybe you are right.”
The sun came out in full force. For the last Thursday of November, the day was going to be warm.
“Put me down,” she whispered into his ear, tucking a strand of hair behind it.
“Why?’
“Just do it,” she insisted, and with a sigh, he deposited her back on the floor.
She moved against him, pressing her body into his torso, her soft, large breasts pushing into his chest, and their hip bones bumping into each other. She cupped his face in her palms and kissed him slowly, from chin, lip by lip, to the teeth, until his tongue searched between her lips, the taste of chocolate still on him. Pressed between her and the kitchen counter, he had nowhere to go, so he relaxed and let her take charge. Wordlessly, she undressed him, making him raise his arms and pulling the t-shirt off, baring his thin body to her hungry eyes. She watched his faint Adam’s apple contract a couple of times as she slid her tongue over his neck, trailing the protruding vein down to his shoulder and then over the bumps and ridges of the firm bicep and to his arm. Whenever he was aroused, the veins bubbled with hot blood beneath her lips, and brought a flood of wetness into her aching sex. He knew her well enough, and while she took his hand and brought it to her mouth, slowly licking his fingers, he slipped his other hand between her thighs, finding her naked beneath the unassuming flannel dress that she often wore at home. How he loved the flannel dress! Another one of those swell purchases from Wal-Mart, back when they were trying to arrange their lives into some imitation of coherency. He thought that it was a throw away item, but somehow, he grew to love her in it, and every time he laid his eyes on the longs naked limbs peeking from under the sleeves and the skirt, he felt home. He cupped her gently, reigning in the flood of his emotions and needs, enjoying the moment, the feel of her in his hand, the sleekness that he had caused, the delicious swelling that was her response to him. She almost stepped back, but he held her in place, reaching in and kissing her lips, and feeling himself grow harder every second, while her tongue swirled around his fingers. She passed her tongue over his top lip, biting on him, his mouth and his fingers, and producing a soft gasp of pleasure from him.
“Do you ever even imagine what you do to me?” he growled, inhaling her scent, his wicked fingers inside of her, passing over her engorged clit and making her shudder visibly.
‘Make you lose your mind?” she smiled. His eyes were huge, like dark pools, watching her with love and need.
“I’ve lost the little that I had the first time I saw you,” he said dismissively.
Her hand curled tightly around his shoulder, and he pushed her closer to the straining heaviness inside his jeans, gripping her within the circle of his thighs. He took his fingers out of her mouth and gently pressing the back of her neck, kissed her hungrily, tongue snaking along her lips and then sucking on her mouth, with a ferociousness that sometimes overtook him, and often left her bruised, but asking for more. His hand pushed deeper in her and coaxed the flaming river to flow over his fingers with shameless abandon, as she squirmed against his lips, gasping for air and crying out. It was quiet for a moment, save for the sound of their kissing, but then another song came on, and she forcefully pulled away and planted a kiss on his nipple.
“Can you stop bossing me around for just a second?” she demanded.
Caleb laughed and nodded.
“Sorry. I will. But I want to do things to you too.”
“You’ll get to it. Whatever you want,” she promised.
Slowly, her mouth wandered about his torso, kissing him from his shoulders and arms, over his chest, trailing along the strip of hair on his stomach, licking on the rib cage, feeling his breathing becoming harsher and quicker. Without interrupting her mellow languid kissing, gentle, deep and sublime, she undressed him completely, making him step out of his jeans and stand naked. What she was doing to him, so pleasurable and loving, made him forget what he wanted to do to her. He gripped the edge of the counter as she slowly licked the entire length of his member, stroking his body with her warm, eager hands, feeling him shudder and watching the muscles of his abdomen tense visibly, as she swept her tongue over the member again and again. He tasted salty and delicious to her, and the girth of him, which fit so well in her mouth, made her only wetter with desire. The thick tip of the member bumping into the back of her throat—his over eagerness evident as ever—made her moan softly, as she began to move her head him.
Caleb couldn’t stop watching her—not only of the luscious sexual thing that she was doing to him, the beautiful red mouth wrapped around the base of his shaft, the sparkling eyes, the blush that spread all over her cheeks and neck—but the softness of her, the heaviness of her white breasts that were peeking from the half-opened dress, the sun-kissed arms and legs, the abundant tumble of the long hair.
Sucking tightly on him, she sneaked loving glances on the man above her, handsome and strong, long hair shading his face, the hanging cross catching rays of sunlight, swaying along with the rhythmical movement of his hips and her head. His knuckles were white from the tension, and she pulled back slightly a few times, prolonging his pleasure, keeping him on the brink, playfully licking at that secret, delicious trail of hair, dragging her tongue from his navel to his member again, popping it back in her mouth and smothering it with her tongue.
She liked it when he was so vulnerable to her. Usually, her love for him overshadowed everything, and his generally dominating personality ruled the relationship. There was no doubt that he was completely in love with her, but most of the time, it was Caleb, his schedule, needs, preferences and desires that were accommodated. But at times, all the veneer of power, of manliness fell away, and he was just hers, laid bare for her taking.
Panting, she pulled away for a moment, and he abruptly bent down to kiss her, underestimating his strength and planting a complete breath-taker on swollen lips. It hurt her, the ferociousness of the kiss, but she didn’t show it and kissed him back head on.
“I am not done yet,” she warned him mischievously.
“Oh, neither am I,” he gave her one of his most naughty and dirty grins, the likes of which only Caleb was capable of. No other man could write sin all over his face like that and make it look so attractive at the same time. She opened her mouth invitingly and he thrust back inside, now impatient, burying his large palm in her hair and letting her swallow him within the warm, wet confines of her lips.
“Oh fuck,” the loud growl above her head made her smile against his shaft, and he pushed forth, his breathing quick and heavy, coming in short gasps. She sucked patiently, but insistently, until the familiar taste of him flooded her throat and she watched his face change to a look of pure bliss. She played with him for a while longer, kissing and caressing him with her able tongue, lengthening the experience for as long as possible.
At last, he bowed and picked her up, as usual surprising her with his strength. Back in Oklahoma, she had cut her foot on a rock, and Caleb had carried her in his arms for a good half a mile, without so much as getting winded.
He cradled her tightly and kissed her softly and tenderly.
“I am sorry,” he murmured into her lips. “I can never quite stop with you…in time…”
“In time for what?” she smiled, stroking his elven ear, while he kissed the corners of her mouth, running the tip of his tongue over her top lip.
“Oh, you know…” he mumbled. Sometimes, Caleb became shy when it came to discussing sexual matters. “I ought to be able to stop…before…well, you know…”
“You are silly,” she laughed, “you’ve never stopped. Not since the first time, at the creek…You think it bothers me?”
“Ummmm…no. I guess not. I don’t know. Women aren’t supposed to like that, I guess.”
He carried her slowly to the living room, unhurried, exchanging long kisses in the process.
“I don’t know much about other women. But I like it very much,” she assured him, “please, I hope that you know that.”
“I do know. I am just always nervous.”
“About what?”
“I don’t know. Crossing some unspoken boundary with you. I am afraid that I’ll do something, and you’ll think—rightly, by the way—“what a freak! I am outta here!”. I guess that’s what makes me question things. What if I overstep,”
She pressed her finger to his lips and shook her head.
“No such thing. There are no boundaries to cross. Never think about that! Ever!” she ordered fiercely, “one thing you can be absolutely sure of is me. If I wanted to be out of here, it would have happened a long time ago.”
“I know,” he concurred at last, depositing her on the sofa. In the next moment, he was in her arms, parting her dress, his lips on her chest, his hands finding the soft globes and taking them out to his mouth, kissing her nipples softly.
She stroked his head, smiling, pushing his hair back and off his temples.
The aroma of apples, spices and baking dough began to permeate the air and she sunk deeper into the sofa, unwilling to move from here for a while.
He lifted her skirt and kissed the inside of her thighs, before setting his chin on her stomach and looking up at her.
“What?” she asked, looking at his falsely innocent expression.
“Why? Do I always have an ulterior motive?”
“Always,” she nodded assuredly.
He laughed and shrugged.
“All right then…can I…”
“Yes,” she said abruptly.
“You don’t want to know what it is?” he smirked.
“I have a pretty good idea.”
He pulled her dress down, over her hips and at last, she was naked, framed by the green chenille of the sofa. Pressing his lips to her knees, which were still red and warm from her kneeling , he felt bad for letting her stand on the hard kitchen floor for so long, instead of bringing her here. She didn’t complain though, stroking his head lazily, watching him flutter along her body, covering it with a multitude of kisses. His erection was already quite pronounced, as he’s never really lost it since the prior encounter, and the sight of his smooth, strong cock made her insides lurch with desire. She touched him attentively, his stomach and hips, feeling the warm skin while he positioned himself between her legs and bowed to kiss her lips gently, playfully, dipping his tongue into hers, biting softly on her lips. He wasn’t in a hurry, keeping her expectant with desire, stroking and caressing her, the way he always liked to do when they were left alone and to their own devices.
At last, towering over her willing body he rubbed himself a couple of times, a strangely practiced move, which always intrigued her, and she licked her lips with anticipation, watching the wide, thickly muscled shoulders and chest above her head. She reached up and licked on his arm and then he brought her head closer and she pressed her lips to his neck, the spot where he was the most sensitive. “You are beautiful,” she murmured into his neck, her teeth sinking gently into the hollow spot right beneath the jaw line. He picked her up slightly, so she was more comfortable and kissed her deeply, muttering, “All mine. Love you.” She smiled and whispered, “All yours. Best place to be.”
The strong invasion of his member into her rectum was overwhelmingly delicious, especially when the hard head passed the tight rim and the thickness of him made her gasp with both pleasure and pain.
“Oh my G-d,” she moaned loudly, gripping a handful of his back, moving her hips so that he slid further, but slowly, cautiously.
“Does it hurt?” he worried as he always did, kissing her face tenderly, yet driving forward, unstoppable. She paced him carefully with her hand, trying to acclimate to the massive pressure and the wonderfully searing sensation within the narrow confines of her bottom. He watched her expectantly, noticing the array of emotions written on her lovely face, most of which were pleasure-tinted and encouraging.
“Oh, Lord,” she whispered, “this is…oh…you are huge!”
He chuckled and kissed her,
“Huge, huh?”
“Caleb, my love, it feels so amazing…you have no idea.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” he laughed, “you know…men. We are not always apt to taking it in the hole.”
She smiled and licked on his nipple, while he withdrew slowly, and then inserted himself into her again, this time more assuredly, watching all the time, enjoying the progression of his shaft into the wonderful tightness of her body. There was something so mind-bending and sexual about this, that he had to pause for a while, so not to explode momentarily like a green teenager. She watched him, understanding, slowly kissing his neck and his shoulders, her hot strong hands gripping the small of his back.
“Oh Jesus! This is fucking incredible,” he groaned, his voice even more husky than usual, strangled with need.
The first time, months ago, was exciting, painful and somewhat unexpected, since she’s asked for it. Caleb was surprised, and even protested for a little while, but not too long. They were outside, which seemed to have been a prerequisite for her losing every kind of virginity she had possessed. It was a brutally hot day, the lot of them went to the creek to cool off, and while Nathan, Nacho and Tyson were dozing off under a tree, beers in hand, the two of them wandered off and there, behind a tree, it happened, without any preliminaries, preparations or arguments, the same way it always happened between them.
“Ready?” he whispered.
She wasn’t, since the first thrusts were always hard and painful, but slowly, gently, he began sliding up and down her rectum, his forehead pressed to hers, tongues intertwined in a light, teasing battle.
“Caleb, Caleb, Caleb,” she gushed loudly, arching her back, feeling him push all the way inside, the heaviness of his balls slapping into her bottom.
“Shhhhh,” he murmured soothingly, “it’s nice now? Getting better?”
Heavy and thick, his long member grew and expanded in the long passage of her bottom, and he pushed her thighs further apart, so that nothing prevented him from observing the work of his shaft, which was almost entirely buried in her.
She took his face between her hands and kissed him sweetly, whispering, “you are so good…My G-d it’s deep! Feels totally incredible!”
“Relax, my love,” he urged her huskily, “Jesus, this is like heaven!” he gushed, stroking her buttocks and hips with a hot hand, “don’t be so tight, honey, and we’ll get even deeper into you.”
Now that the initial pain and tightness had vanished, she sunk into the cushions of the sofa and followed his instruction, relaxing against him, switching between licking on his nipples and watching the deep, thorough thrusts of his member. He pushed hard and deep, but maintained a perfect, steady smoothness, which felt fantastic in her bottom.
“Mmmm,” she moaned with approval, looking up at him and giving his lips a generous swipe with her tongue.
He smiled and asked,
“Good?”
“Mmm…my…so good. So, so good.”
He smiled with satisfaction, taking her by the back of the neck and bringing her face to his nipple. Instantly, she began to suck on it, knowing that it’s something that he enjoyed immensely. His compact hips moved freely between her thighs, and he let out a low, rumbling pleasure-filled groan, which escaped from the very core of him, as he prodded easily forward, with his usual concentrated determination.
Bouncing compliantly between the sofa and his heavy, straining body, her rectum filled to the brim with his hot, smooth member, she couldn’t think of a better place she would want to be. Lovingly, she caressed his torso, his back and his thighs, loving his nakedness and his strength against her, the hot, damp body that thrust so confidently, and expertly into her. With a giggle, she bit the bump on his ear and whispered,
“So, how are my chambers? Satisfying?”
Caleb gave a low laugh and nodded,
“All of your chambers are amazing, if I may say so myself. Thank you muchly for letting me inside of them. Problem is,”
“There is a problem?”
“Yeah…I never want to leave. Ever.”
“Yeah, you can stay,” she allowed easily.
“Well, thanks!”
He eased off her a little and straightened above her luxuriant form, tucking the long strands of his hair behind the ears. She looked unforgettably beautiful to him right now, with her longs hair spread over the cushions and her shoulders, the big mouth, slightly opened and the bright eyes that watched him from behind the flopping, long lashes. She blushed prettily, just like he loved seeing her, out of breath and flushed, naked, her heavy breasts gliding in unison to his pushing, the nipples swollen.
He was driving her in earnest now, with firm, thorough thrusts, watching the soft, pink rim of her anus wrap tightly around the very base of his member. She moaned, and wrinkled her nose from time to time, when he pushed much too eagerly, but he knew that she would take it all, with pleasure. Her deep, tight passage had softened significantly against his member ever since he began penetrating it, and he wasn’t concerned about hurting her. She took his hand and threaded her fingers with his, then bringing his hand to her lips and kissing the inside of his palm. Thrusting completely into her, he stopped and she gushed loudly while he bent and kissed her mouth, whispering, “I don’t want to go anywhere today. We are staying in.”
Panting heavily, she reached down and pulled at her buttocks, succumbing to the splitting pressure of his thick, unmoving member, kissing him back. He put his hand on her stomach and smirked lightly,
“I can feel it in your belly.”
She nodded and said,
“I can feel it in a lot of places.”
He left his hand on her stomach, moving slowly again, sliding firmly, and she felt the bulk of the member through the skin on her stomach as well, pushing in and out of her. She watched him, moaning softly under her breath, gingerly moving her hips against the girth of his shaft. As intense as the experience of having him in her bottom was, she couldn’t think of a better explanation to how she was feeling other than “pleasured”. It seemed that her whole body was in some kind of indescribable pool of pure enjoyment, from her head all the way down to her toes. Both of them were biting their lower lips, especially now, when she began to moan louder and grabbed his hand tightly, her slender body writhing against him with oncoming wave of pleasure. Caleb loved watching her trembling body, feeling the internal spasms, as her strong muscles contracted on his cock, squeezing it ever so pleasantly, the arch of her neck, as she climaxed with shuttering intensity against his thrusting member. “Oh G-d…Caleb…god…my love…” the words mingled together, god and Caleb and love and more and panting and crying out, a messy, sensual, begging, delighted symphony of sounds and words that washed over them. He came to her, with lips on her lips, and his large hands caressing her tenderly, holding onto the one who loved him so selflessly, filling her again and again with himself. She was wet and fragrant next to him, the maddening scent of her sex mixing with the smell of her coconut shampoo, and he licked her from breast to lips, unable to help himself, wanting to consume and possess as much as possible. Kissing her without stopping, he fell upon the welcoming body, and she wrapped her legs around him, keeping all of him within her embrace, his member still lodged in the wonderful, deep cavity of her rectum.
Satiated and exhausted, they lay together, intertwined and silent for a long time, until at last, with an audible “pop”, he pulled out, and then lay his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes. His heavy body covered hers completely, leg over her legs, hand resting on her cheek. She kissed the thick slab of his shoulder and smiled, closing her eyes.
The house smelled delicious of baking apples and pumpkin mixed with cinnamon.
“Literally, I’ve just had the best sex of my life!” he vowed.
She opened her eyes and looked at him. He kissed her and shook his head in amazement.
“it was a-maa-zing!” he added.
“it was pretty amazing,” she agreed.
“Want to know something?”
“You’ll tell me anyway,” she swept his hair back, exposing his handsomeness in its entirety.
“I don’t even like anal!” he announced, “I mean, with anybody else. With you—I don’t even know what to say! It’s totally incredible. You are this…I don’t know what word I am looking for. But you are so beautiful and everything about you is just so soft and gorgeous and luscious.”
She stoked his cheek gently and murmured,
“Thank you, my darling. I think it’s you. You make me feel so beautiful…and…desirable.”
He shook his head and chuckled,
“Sure as fuck didn’t think that I’d make anyone feel desirable!”
“Well, I don’t know. Perhaps it’s just me who feels that way,”
“Probably. Because I am crazy about you. So maybe my romantic side comes out with you.”
“Well, I am a happy recipient then…of your romantic side, and I suppose even your love for anal.”
Caleb moved some of his weight off her and laughed with his preposterous laugh, which was reserved only for those close to him. Together, they scooted on the narrow sofa and lay side by side, with his hand holding her by the hip. He kissed her and shrugged,
“Yeah, I don’t know…I mean I’ve done it quite a few times before of course, with all kinds of girls. Nah…didn’t like it. Was weird, for both me and my cock. I could never get into it, and every time I’d start, I always wished I didn’t and wanted it to be over as soon as possible.”
“I don’t know. It’s an intimate thing, I guess,” she ventured. “More so than regular sex, at least to me.”
“Yes, I think so. I am the same,” he agreed thoughtfully. “ I don’t feel weird with you, and I love you. It’s kind of like a safe place, for me and for you.”
She propped her cheek and he kissed her nipples softly, as they were right in front of his face and there was no way he could resist such a treat.
“Well,” she said simply, “since I’ve only had anal with you, I very much like it. Come to think of it, I’ve had everything only with you, and I like it all.
“So pat yourself on the back, Caleb Followill, because you are very good in bed!”

BettyAnn Murphy was pleased with her Thanksgiving festivities. Her boys were all here, husband, sons, dog; the deep-fried turkey turned out crispy and succulent, the oyster and chestnut dressing was nothing to complain about, the collard greens casserole, smoky and sweet, was delicious. Caleb made his famous garlicky mashed potatoes, and the experimental jalapeño-scallion corn bread turned out moist and delicious. Her husband Tom was presiding over the festivities, but Caleb was the one who said grace and a list of things that they were all thankful for. It was a nice moment, and she reveled in it. None of the boys was hitting the bottle too hard and things were calm without the usual bickering and fighting.
The three girls were here as well, and it pleased BettyAnn to no end. She liked Nathan and Caleb’s girls, but was on the fence about Alisa. The older boys had solid girls, both of whom BettyAnn wouldn’t have minded inviting into the family with open arms. Jessie was young and a little spoilt, but she loved Nathan sincerely. Same was with Caleb’s choice—she was educated, came from money, and complimented him with her personality perfectly. It was clear that she also loved him. And to BettyAnn’s surprise, her complicated, serious middle child was smitten. Caleb’s always been a hard nut to crack: extremely driven, yet full of complexes and insecurities, he was still utterly devastated by his parents’ divorce, even though it happened a decade ago. He continued nursing some kind of resentment and acute sadness over the dissolution of his family. She always worried about him. Never laid back like Nathan, or smart like Jared, Caleb was full of extremes, and jumped into things head-first, often without thinking. What’s more, Nathan often jumped in after him. For the past three years, Caleb was almost completely out of control. BettyAnn was no fool. She didn’t have to see drugs to know that they were destroying her children. They all lied to her, blamed exhaustion, the constant touring, jetlag and everything else under the sun, on their abnormal thinness, hollow cheekbones, frightening whiteness, shakes and twitches, and overall lackluster appearance. Furthermore, Caleb’s voracious drinking was also getting out of hand. Maniacally drunk, he’d lose control over everything: memory, decency, manners, common sense. Often, he reminded her of Ivan, and it was not something that she wanted to see in her son. Jared was her favorite, her baby, the smart, adorable little boy whom she used to dress in cute jackets and ties. She never worried about Jared, even when the two older ones took him out of school and they all went to that England, which taught them many bad things. But Caleb was the most headache-inducing, ever since the divorce, with all the girls, drugs, drinking, celebrity and complex personality.
The past year though, has been that of change for all her sons, but Caleb was probably the one who’s changed the most. At first, it was a mystery to her as to what prompted the change in him, but at last, she understood—it was his girl. Whatever she did for him really made a difference in his attitude and behavior. He mellowed out. He quit all the hard stuff, filled out with muscle, began eating again and started looking like a man, and not like an odd, sickly elf. His unbridled, groupie-conquering days seemed to be behind him. Whatever Caleb needed in his life, for his soul and his mental stability, she was providing. The only time he began reverting back to his old ways was when the two of them had broken up. BettyAnn was truly worried then. He reminded her of a zombie shadow of his new self, a bumbling, stumbling angry man, who drunk his heartache away nightly at bars.
“Of course she is gonna say that she made the pies!” laughed Caleb, waking BettyAnn from her contemplation, “but who cut all the apples? Huh?”
“All right, all right! Take the credit—I don’t care. No one is going to believe you anyway.”
“Caleb, now you want to be Betty Crocker?” laughed Jared. “That’s pretty gay! That you want to take credit for pies…”
“Screw you, Jared. You are gay!”
BettyAnn smiled. Yes, the holidays were in full swing. Her boys were back and all was well in the world.

It took some time to convince Caleb to go to his mom’s house for the Thanksgiving celebration. He was stubbornly uninterested, and wanted to have sex. Only guilt-tripping him with tales of missing her own Thanksgiving with her family for his sake, and promises of more sex, finally made him change his mind and they drove to BettyAnn’s on time.
The guys were watching football, snacking on an array of hors d’oeuvres and drinking beer, their excited screams whipping the already hyper Sir Leonardo into a frenzy. He was running around madly from kitchen, through the dining room, jumping and trying to snatch something from the trays, until Caleb or Nacho would entice him with some tasty bite from their plates, and he’d gallop over to the den and leap forward, grabbing whatever they were holding out for him. Naturally, Caleb wanted to give Sir Leonardo some chocolate, to see what the reaction would be, but BettyAnn sprinted through the house and picked up her beloved pooch, wisely removing him from danger.
It was a warm day and there were a lot of visitors to the house, all of them bringing booze or treats, and staying to watch football, excited to be in the company of “rock stars”.
Caleb and she snuck out of the party early. She was talking with some cousins and friends when a familiar hand brushed against her bottom. She didn’t react and gave it another five minutes, quickly finishing her drink, and then pretending to go get another and disappearing to the back of the house.
“Hey you,” Caleb sat alone, on the stairs, waiting for her, smoking a cigarette—something he allowed himself to do very rarely, and only when he was on vacation. “Did I tell you that you look really good today?”
She was probably a bit overdressed—tight black skirt, a black blouse, very high heels, a huge faux pearl necklace with dozens of strands of every length, which caused questions and envy. At her house, Thanksgiving was a big holiday and everyone dressed up. Here, most people wore flannel and jeans. She and BettyAnn were the only ones who took time and effort with their appearance.
“No. But thank you.”
“You are so beautiful,” he shook his head. “And classy.”
She smiled. “Classy” was a high compliment in Caleb’s vocabulary. Whenever he was impressed with someone, or thought it was a person of distinction and good manners, he called them “classy”. And he always thought that she was “classy”. When a little drunk, he’s also called her “posh”, in the English manner.
“Want to go upstairs?” he asked.
“Already? It’s only nine.”
“You promised,” he pouted.
“You are aware that I am already walking funny?” she inquired, while he got up from the step and picked her up.
“Yeah!” he nodded proudly, “I am aware. I like it when you walk funny. Means I did something right!”
“Your mother,”
“She is going to go home in a few minutes. So don’t worry. And she wouldn’t put two and two together. You walking funny and me causing you to walk that way.”
He carried her up, whispering, “In there,” and he pinched her bottom, “please?”
She rolled her eyes and muttered,
“What am I going to do with you? Fine! Fine! I’ll need a special cushion to sit on for the rest of the week.”
“I’ll take you home, and you can sit however you want to. But you might need a few cushions, because I am just getting started.”
“Ah, is that so?”
“It is so!”

The morning was windy and dark. Someone started a car downstairs and then Caleb rolled over to her and kissed her shoulder, waking her up. She thought that it was still early, but the clock showed after 9 am.
“We are going to go to town,” he murmured into her ear, cupping her breast and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Are you going to come along?”
“You can go with the boys,” she said. “Maybe we’ll meet up a little later.”
It was boys’ time—going to a bar, watching a game, getting plastered. She’d rather have the house to herself, have a bath and breakfast, watch TV, maybe hang out with BettyAnn in the afternoon, go for a walk with the woman and Sir Leonardo on the property if the weather held up. Thankfully, because there was plenty of money in her life, she didn’t need to brave the crowds for the “Black Friday” sales. Her cousins usually dragged her at 5am to the mall, in hopes of getting the “best deals”, but this year, she bailed on them, saying that she’ll be out of town. Which was partially true.
“Are you sure?”
“I’ll eat big turkey sandwiches and watch a marathon of horror movies on the SciFi Channel.”
Caleb laughed. She liked horror. Whenever the new “Saw” or “Hostel” movie came out, they had to go see it. It amused him. He had to go along, but he didn’t like horror. It actually kind of scared him.
His hand slipped under the blanket and rubbed the small of her back, and then her bottom. She turned her face to him and he kissed her promptly.
“One for the road?” he requested mischievously. A needy, luscious, soft but firm kiss sealed the deal . He pushed the hair off her cheek and his fingertips grazed her cheekbone and drew along her neck and down her shoulder. She didn’t turn on her back, remaining on her stomach, comfortable and loved up. His bristly upper lip brushed over her mouth and the soft prickling sent a pleasant shiver down her spine.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered, uncovering her.
“Good morning my handsome lover,” she smiled, stroking his hair.
He threw his leg over her thighs and pulled himself up on top of her. His mouth traced the length of her spine, stopping at the sexy dent just over her buttock, and swiping at it with his tongue. She felt him spread the two halves apart, and they rested within the warm grip of his large palms, while he leaned in to kiss her lips again. She savoured every movement of his lips on hers, tasting a whiff of whiskey and lemon, then biting his chin gently, loving the scratchiness of the unshaven skin against her tongue. Slowly, he began sinking into her, the thick head of his member firmly sliding past the mild resistance of her anus, to lodge itself in place. She gasped loudly, as the heat and strength of the shaft forcefully separated her buttocks and moved forward. Caleb kissed her tenderly, his fantastically blue eyes darkening with desire, his face next to hers, watching her acutely.
“Am I hurting you?” he worried as usual, bringing her hand to his lips and kissing her fingers.
“It’s nice,” she murmured with a satisfied sigh. “it actually feels wonderful…really tight and full.”
His hips bore down into the curve of her back and the hipbones rested against her buttocks, but without pushing into her and making her bear too much of his weight. Circling one strong arm around her waist, Caleb pulled her hips up just a notch, and glided deeper down the tempting cavern of her rectum, groaning as she squeezed him within herself, pulling on his cock with her muscles, teasing him into hardening even further. Finding her full, thick breasts with his other palm, he cupped both of them and gathering her against him, tentatively prodded a few times, his sharp teeth biting the back of her neck.
“Ahh, Caleb, my love, please…” she begged, her breath strangled with need.
“What do you want, my girl?” he asked her, grinning. “A little cock in your sweet honeypot?”
She laughed, feeling his body vibrate over hers with laughter as well.
“Would you be very shocked if I said that I want a lot of cock in my, as you call it, honeypot?”
“No, nothing shocks me. But how much is a lot?”
She turned her head to him and licked her lips,
“All of it.”
He pushed harder into her and murmured hotly,
“How’s this?”
“More,” she groaned.
He slipped deeper,
“This?”
“No, more,” she insisted.
“This?” he thrust to the end, and was buried root-deep within her.
“Oh, G-d. Yes, like that,” she moaned. “Oh, that’s perfect.”
Perspiration broke over his forehead and she felt how sleek and hot his body suddenly became.
For a few immeasurable moments they stayed unmoving, feeling his shaft grow wider and longer within the confines of her bottom, while he licked impatiently on her tongue, squeezing her breasts in his palm.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” he demanded huskily.
She gave one stubborn swipe with her head and said,
“No. You tell me what you will be doing to me. Tell me as you are doing it.”
Firmly and swiftly, he began to thrust in and out of her, his movements precise and determined,
“This is what I want. Move in your gorgeous ass. Fill you up, like this.”
He was hard, and not gentle, but ever cautious with his raging need, following his words and filling her up completely, over and over again. She threw her head back and he pressed his mouth to hers, kissing her upside down. The languid, rhythmic flow of his shaft coaxed a string long, pained yet blissful moans from her, and there was such a beautiful, musical edge to them, that he thought that it would be wise not to forget the melody, and incorporate it later in a song. It would be his own little secret, that he might not even share with her.
Each stroke of his member was wide, meticulous and perfectly thorough, plundering her with deep, overwhelming hunger, which was making her head swim with intense pleasure. The heat of the thick pole that was now inside of her was already causing tremors all along her passage and she tightly squeezed the sheets around her, trying to slow the arrival of her orgasm. Caleb let go of her hips, but rested his wide palm on her throat, stroking it softly, just as he whispered something extremely sexual, yet enticing into her ear. The deep strokes, each passing of flesh against flesh, made her want only more and she relaxed against him, savoring the searing, indescribably luscious invasion of her bottom. Caleb grumbled and cursed loudly behind her, his impatient hand pinching her nipples painfully, and the smooth riding of his member pausing for a moment, as he gathered himself, before plunging back and resuming the delicious conquest.
Throbbing and immense inside of her, his member at last exploded in the pulsating warmth of her passage, taking her along, over the edge, making her shudder and holler his name loudly. She couldn’t even imagine who’s heard what outside, in the hallway.
His arms tightened around her, as he pushed her down, thrusting heatedly, not even noticing her biting his hand painfully, stifling her screams against his skin. “A little more,” he begged, unstoppable, as if she was preventing him from obtaining another release inside of her. He pulled her tongue deep in his mouth, sucking, squeezing, rubbing and pushing, until at last, the bubbling climaxes began to subside, the clench of her muscles on his rod easing slowly, but inevitably. Caleb kissed her hair and smoothed it over her head, giving a few slow, lingering thrusts, before he finally pulled out and collapsed on the sheets beside her. Wet with sweat, semen and saliva, she rolled onto her back and into the inviting crook of his arm. His broad chest rose and fell heavily, and she kissed his shoulder, smiling.
“I can’t even do this anymore!” he announced, finding his voice at last.
“That’s it?” she laughed, readjusting her position and feeling around her swollen anus.
“I am sorry,” he noticed her slight grimace, “definitely overdid it there. Are you in pain?”
“No. I am all right,”
“I am not!”
“No? and what’s wrong with you?” she chuckled.
“I might have a heart attack if we do this often. Your ass…man! It’s unreal!”
She giggled and said,
“Well, we are taking a break from my unreal ass! It needs to come to its senses, and then I wouldn’t want you to have a heart attack either.”
He turned on his side and propped his cheek, lightly stroking her neck and breasts.
“That was fucking all right! I must say. And, you smell really good.”
“I smell like you,” she noted, “mostly, your sperm.”
He grinned and nodded slowly.
“Exactly!”
“You are gross,” she shook her head.
“Why gross? I love smelling it on you. Knowing that I am swimming inside of you…See, you’ll never understand the pleasure of having amazing sex, without a condom, with a girl you love. Nothing beats it!”
There was a loud knock on the door and Jared’s voice demanded,
“Are you coming?”
“I just did!” answered Caleb with a loud laugh.
She slapped him on the shoulder and Jared groaned, “fucking idiot!”
“Ouch,” Caleb rubbed his shoulder, “that hurt!”
“Good. Maybe it will teach you to keep your mouth shut,” she hissed.
“How the hell are you tolerating him?” yelled Jared.
“With difficulty!” she answered.
“Would you two like some time alone?” asked Caleb, “to discuss things? Shall we have him come in?”
She sat up and kissed him softly.
“Don’t go yet,” he mumbled.
“If I don’t go, you’ll never go.”
She stroked his chest and he lifted his head, and pulled her nipple in his mouth, sucking tightly. She let him, while he patted her bottom, until at last, he pulled away, sighed and got up.
She pulled a sheet up and covered herself, watching him get ready.
Without knocking, Nathan opened the door, theatrically covering his eyes and holding a phone.
“Mom wants to talk to you. She wants to go shopping.”
He handed the phone to her, while Caleb muttered,
“At least you can knock before you enter, asshole.”
“Ummm, with all that screaming coming out of this room, I think I guessed correctly…you were watching UFC fighting? Right?” he asked innocently.
She started laughing, and Caleb couldn’t help himself and laughed too.
“Of course you also watch it naked,” Nathan nodded towards Caleb’s nakedness and then left the room.
While Caleb was showering, she made plans with BettyAnn to go shopping. He came out of the bathroom, rubbing his head with a towel.
“The game doesn’t start for another two hours. We should have enough time to get liquored up. What are you doing with mom?”
“Going out. Lunch, shopping. Girls stuff.”
“Good.”
“Don’t get too liquored up,” she suggested.
While he was putting on his watch, she sat up and to his surprise lovingly kissed his penis.
“Whoa…what’s that for?”
“He put on an impressive show today, and yesterday,” she explained with a smile. “A little token of my thanks.”
She sweetly licked the head and kissed the length again, then handed him his jeans and sent him on his way.

The day was warm, and it cleared up by mid afternoon. BettyAnn and she, along with the dog, who was carried in a bag, drove to town, and had a nice lunch at an Italian restaurant. BettyAnn was not a gourmand like her older sons, but she enjoyed the nice atmosphere and the good food, and she even had half a glass of red wine, which quickly hit her in the head, and made her very chatty. After lunch, they took a walk, for no other reason than to clear BettyAnn’s head and steady her walk. Once she sobered up, they went to the mall, did a little shopping, and returned back to Lebanon when it was already dark. Since BettyAnn was apparently convinced that her sons went hungry, she had packages prepared for them. “This is for Tony,” BettyAnn explained, handing her a huge bag of Reece’s Pieces, “he likes them. Tony also likes these,” another bag of candy, “and this is for Ivan,” bags of chips, and one of Skittles, “because they are all bony macaroni now!”
Laden with junk food, she got into her car and made the short drive from the Murphy house to the Followill ranch. The cars were already in the driveway, so the boys must have returned. She gathered all the bags and packages and just as she closed the trunk, she saw Nacho sprinting across the yard, running from his house to the main house.
“What’s the matter?” she exclaimed, seeing his tense face.
“Oh, it’s going down!”
Dropping the bags where she stood, she rushed inside after Nacho.
Even from the entrance hall, the noises coming from the kitchen were deafening—pots and pans dropping everywhere. Jared and Matt looked both frightened and helpless, standing in the sun room.
“What the fuck?” demanded Nacho, passing by them.
Matt opened his arms, shrugging.
“We can’t do anything!” cried Jared defensively.
In the kitchen, rolling on the floor, in the grease and spilled oil, Nathan and Caleb were spinning around, punching each other—not in the face, as was the agreement—fistfuls of hair, snot and drool all mixed together.
She’s never seen them fight like this before. Usually, it was just endless verbal abuse, but all this slapping, banging and kicking were not only vicious, but also brutal. Before she could step forward, Nacho pulled her by the arm and said, “let it.”
Nathan, a lot more buff and possessing of more upper body muscles whacked Caleb hard across the chest, just as Caleb tried to stand up. Slipping on the oil, Caleb fell and landed on his ass. Enraged, he grabbed Nathan’s belt and brought him down, hitting him in the ear.
“Jesus Christ, what happened?” she demanded of Matthew, who was standing behind her, observing.
“I don’t know!” Matt liked her, but in some ways, she intimidated him a bit, just as she did Jared, so he always reported to her promptly, “it started at the bar. Then they got into it in the cab. I don’t…”
“it’s about you!” interfered Jared. “Now they are going to kill each other because of you!”
“Me?”
Another crash of dishes stunned them all into silence. Nathan attacked like a sumo wrestler, swiping Caleb by the waist and pushing him into the door. They swayed together, in a deadly grip, grunting and trying to hit one another.
“Yeah, you!” piped Jared accusingly. “I don’t know! Nathan said something about Lily. How Caleb doesn’t really love you, because he has Lily too! Well,”
“And?”
“Well, Caleb like went insane! I know Nathan was just taking a piss,”
“He shouldn’t have said that,” sagely decided Matt. “A man and his woman—that aint nobody’s business. What does Nathan know anyway?”
“Well, Caleb,”
The fight moved from the kitchen into the sitting room, with the two of them throwing one another against the walls and over furniture. For two fairly compact guys, they packed a lot of punch.
“Can’t you stop them?” she exclaimed.
“hey, no fucking way am I getting involved,” Jared waved his arms.
“Nacho will intervene,” Matt muttered.
Just as Nacho stepped in, Nathan grabbed Caleb by the arms, swung him around and Caleb slammed into the door post. There was momentary silence.
“Oh my G-d!” she cried, seeing how Caleb’s bad arm hung limp suddenly.
“Enough, enough!” bellowed Nacho, pulling at Nathan, who still went at Caleb and pushed him against the doorpost again.
“Fuck, my arm’s out,” rather calmly announced Caleb.
‘What the hell is wrong with his arm?” gasped Matt, looking concerned. The limb just hang there, lifeless. Caleb’s face contorted in a pained grimace, and he looked shell-shocked, just as did Nathan, whose long hair was wildly messy and who looked weird without his glasses. He slapped Caleb, who retaliated with his right hand, whacking Nathan cross the face. For that, Nathan pushed Caleb and they were at it again, both bruised and cut, gripping and grunting, cursing each other, pulling on each other’s hair and jewelry, and punching whatever they could reach.
Extremely concerned about Caleb’s arm, she pleaded with Nacho,
“Please, please…I think he is really hurt.”
Nacho could see it as well, so fearlessly, he wedged himself into the midst of flying fists and sweat, and grabbing Caleb by the waist, he dragged him away. Jared and Matt were trying to reason with Nathan, but from what she could see, unsuccessfully. When she saw that Nathan went for a kitchen knife, she didn’t want to see how the fight was going to end, and following Nacho, ran out of the house. Nacho sequestered Caleb and her in the green house, and then ran back into the house, to try to calm Nathan down.
“My G-d, what happened?” she squatted in front of Caleb, who was rocking back and forth, holding onto his shoulder. He looked fairly dazed, and all color drained from his face and his lips, and he was white as a sheet.
She gingerly felt around the shoulder, trying to determine if it’s broken.
Smashing and crashing was still being heard from inside the house.
“That fucker is going to bring the place down,” he muttered through gritted teeth.
“We need to take you to the hospital…’
“Ugh, no hospital. Screw it.”
“Screw it? Are you nuts? We don’t know if it’s broken, dislocated, cracked, torn? You have to play guitar!” she reminded him.
“Yeah, Caleb, you have to play guitar,” Jared thrust his head it the door. “Are you okay?”
“No he isn’t okay!” she yelled. “What the fuck is going on there?”
“Nathan is destroying the house,” bluntly explained Matt, who was peeking behind Jared.
“Can someone bring me my bag,” she requested, “it’s by the car.”
They disappeared.
Caleb was shaking his head stubbornly.
“I am taking you to the hospital,” she said.
“He shouldn’t have said it…” he was mumbling, “that asshole…he shouldn’t have said it…”
“Whatever he said, it couldn’t have been that bad.”
He looked up at her and hissed,
“He fucking dared to say that I don’t love you! Because of Lily,”
“I know, Jared told me.”
“I freaking love you! Fuck him! Lily is nothing compared to you!’ he was getting angry again, and she sat beside him, trying to sooth his rage.
“Caleb, I know. I know it all. I know you love me…I’ve never doubted it, you know that.”
She reached and gently kissed his pale lips.
“I am a fuck up and he is right, and I don’t deserve you,” he started to mutter again. “I hate myself for doing this…you need,”
“Come, come,” she wrapped her arm around him and helped him up. “Let’s go.”
“I don’t want to go to the hospital,” he said stubbornly.
“We have to,” she insisted softly. “Please. Can you go for me?”
Matt entered the green house, holding her purse.
“Come on Caleb,” he came from the other side, and helped him walk. “I’ll come along. She is right, we should go and get you checked out.”

It was a sleepless night for all of them. By the time all the admissions, x rays and tests were done, the diagnosis of dislocated shoulder was given, and the sun was up.
Matt drove the car.
She and Caleb were sitting in the back seat. He was given painkillers, so he was dozing off on her shoulder. She held his hand in hers. Matt looked up at her in the rearview mirror.
“You are a damn good girlfriend,” he decided.
“Yeah, I guess I am.”
The house was quiet now. The downstairs was messy, with stuff strewn everywhere. Nacho was busy cleaning. In the other room, she saw Tyson helping out.
Leaving Caleb on the couch, she spoke to Nacho first, explaining everything that the doctor told her. Then she went upstairs, to get Caleb some fresh clothes.
The level of Nathan’s rage became evident in Caleb’s room.
The bed, on which they had just made love earlier in the day was completely demolished, with the bed linens shredded and goose feathers wafting in the air. Even the pillows were torn. Mangled acoustic guitar lay on the floor. A very nice and expensive Italian mirror was smashed and the glass crunched beneath her feet. Furniture was either broken or turned upside down. She got him a fresh pair of jeans, socks and a t-shirt. Luckily, Nathan didn’t get to the clothes, since Caleb didn’t have much of it to begin with.
Just as she came downstairs, she heard Nathan’s scratchy, nasal voice. Instantly, on the defensive, she was going to give him a piece of her mind, but she heard, “Sorry, bro. I lost it.”
Caleb was sitting upright, cradling his bandaged arm, his face not looking particularly resentful.
“I’ll pay for everything, I promise,” Nathan was vowing. “Whatever I said—it was the booze talking. I am sorry. And sorry for your stuff…I got carried away.”
“You mean it?” demanded Caleb.
“Totally, I’ll pay,”
“No, I don’t care about the shit! About what you said,”
“Yes, I mean it. It was a fucked up thing to say. I am sorry. So…we good?”
Caleb sighed and nodded.
“The coffee is on,” said Nathan and began to pick up the mess around him.

Thanksgiving weekend at the Followills was just beginning.