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Son for Hire: Chapter 73
🕑 Added 2022-05-01 12:21:42 +0000 UTCWalking boldly to the counter Evelyn addresses the fit green haired woman standing ready to take our order. “Hello Harper.”
“Hello Mrs. Thompson.” The woman says with the upbeat tone of a natural people person. “It’s been awhile.”
“Yes.” Evelyn says. “I was just showing our new tenants around the neighborhood and I thought I’d treat them to the best breakfast around.” She presents us with a wave of her hand. “This is Donald and Kitty Garcia. Donald and Kitty, this is Harper. This is her place.”
“Hey.” Kit say.
“Hey there.” Harper nods.
“Hi.” I say.
Again she nods her hello. “Welcome to the neighborhood.”
Before I can say anything more Evelyn cuts in. “He’s very shy.” Leaning in she says quietly. “I’ll be ordering for him today.” She looks back to me, silently signaling me to play along.
“Thank you Evelyn.” I say very softly.
“Of course my dear. It is no trouble at all.” She smiles warmly.
“No need to be shy cutie.” Harper winks at me. “We’re all friendly around here.”
Harper calling me a cutie makes both Evelyn and I brighten. The compliment seemed to flatter her just as much as me. I think back to when I walked her out to her taxi and how damned proud I was to have such a beautiful woman on my arm, I suspect she was feeling a similar thing now. Evelyn steps closer to me. “Tell me what you’d like Donald. You can whisper it if you want.”
It was hard to act bashful when I holding back the biggest grin ever. I lean in close and whisper for her ear only. “I wanna suck your tits.”
“Mmm, those are very good. I want that too.” She says with impressive calmness. “Anything else?”
“I love you so much.”
She nods. “Of course.” Her hazel eyes on linger on me probably a second too long before she turns to Harper. “Donald will have a hot chocolate, a piece of the quiche Lorraine, a piece of the spinach and sun-dried tomato quiche…”
“We cut our pieces pretty big.” Harper warns me.
“He’s a growing…man.” Evelyn replies for me. “He’ll also have a chocolate eclair, the cherry crepes with LOTS of whipped cream, and a nice big fruit salad too.”
“Can I have one of those tarts please?” I ask in my small subby voice, pointing to a tray of glimmering strawberry and chocolate tarts behind the glass display case. “Those look so good.”
Without even missing a beat Evelyn says. “And a couple of those tarts too.”
Harper looks at me and then to Evelyn. “That’s just for him?”
“He’s a hungry guy.” Evelyn says without shame. “I’ll have the croissant and an espresso.” In the process of pulling her bank card from her hand bag she asks. “Kitty?”
Kitty was looking at us like we were nuts. She was probably right. I was LOVING this though. I loved Evelyn taking charge and ordering for me. It made me feel special. It was an expression of her love ever bit as much as when she went down on me. Just another aspect of dominance and looking after her boy. And that boy was very happy about it. Also, taking our roleplay into the public, though we had to be careful, was surprisingly fun. Not just fun but exhilarating! The sense of risk gave it deeper meaning. With a shake of her head Kit steps up and makes her own order.
“The breakfast sandwich and a coffee.” Kit says.
“That’s it?” Harper asks her with a joking smirk. “You sure that’s enough?”
“Yeah, I think that’ll do.” Kit quips back. “I’m not a big eater…like my husband, evidently.”
Harper laughs. “I think you two hit the jackpot for a landlord.”
“No kidding!”
Evelyn rolls her eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with being welcoming.”
The bill is paid and we’re told that our order would be brought to us. As we then weave our way toward the group Evelyn knew Kitty whispers to us. “It’s none of my business but you two might want to tone it down a bit.”
“Oh pish.” Says Evelyn. “I’m just treating my new neighbors to breakfast. Nothing unusual about that.”
“Alright.” Kitty says warily.
“Good morning Evelyn.” Comes the greeting from the woman who had waved earlier as we approached her table. “And who do we have here?” Her curious eyes turn to us.
“Julie, Gregory, this is Donald and Kitty.” Evelyn says as she presents us. “They are our new tenants. They’re renting grandpa’s old suite.”
Julie and Gregory, both your classic boomer WASP types in their mid-fifties or so, give us a good look up and down. There was something about their aloof yet critical gaze that didn’t make me feel altogether welcome here. Was it our age? Our clothes? Our haircuts? The whole package? I wasn’t sure but there was a definite sense that they considered us outsiders here in their posh oasis, as if they could smell the poverty on us.
My suspicions are confirmed when instead of addressing us Julie says to Evelyn. “Good for you Evelyn. Might as well let that free space work for you.” It was spoken as friendly as could be but there is a hidden edge to the words. An insinuation that perhaps Alan and Evelyn were house poor and needed the extra income or something.
If Evelyn caught the jibe she didn’t show it. She was far too happy showing me off to be brought down. “Donald here is an aspiring artist.”
The comment takes me completely off guard. “Um…artist? Um, I mean, I dabble…it’s more a hobby really.” I hadn’t even touched paint to canvas yet!
“An aspiring artist?” Gregory laughs. “Alan must just love that.” The others laugh, seemingly knowing Alan’s gruff and over-practical personality well.
“Donald could do anything if he wants it hard enough.” Evelyn was beaming at me in that way she had. “I think the sky is the limit for this young man if he works hard and believes in himself.” There is an awkward pause before she adds warmly. “Isn’t he handsome?”
“Ahem!” Kitty steps in. Purposely stepping between Evelyn and I to break our lovey-dovey gaze she reaches across the table she shakes hands with Julie and Gregory, a gesture they seem to find both appalling and amusing for some reason. “Good to meet you Ma’am, Sir.”
“Mmm, a pleasure I’m sure.” Julie says with a politician’s smile, refusing the handshake.
Gregory does shake her hand but does so as if it was soiled.
I could practically hear my sister’s teeth grind and the open condescension of the pair showed her. Back in the old neighborhood, where keeping face was something taken very seriously, she’d probably be causing a scene at the slight. Thankfully she keeps her temper under wraps. Polite greetings are had all around. The couple Julie and Gregory were sitting with are finally introduced as well, they turn out to be a pair of tennis friends. We take a neighboring table and the conversation continues. After a bit of idle chit-chat between the elders attention turns to me and Kitty once more.
“So Ronald, what do you for work?”
“It’s Donald.” Evelyn corrects Gregory. “Donny to his friends.”
“Right. Show how about it Don?”
“Um…”
“Well, Greg, my husband happens to be between jobs right now.” Kitty answers for me. Taking my hand she gives it a squeeze. “He’s pursuing a number of exciting opportunities though. I’ve got enough coming in in the meantime. It’s all good.”
“I see.” Gregory says, nonplussed at being called ‘Greg’ by a lesser. “So what did you do then?”
“Uh…”
“Retail sector.” Kit answers again.
“Retail sector?”
“Uh huh. And, ya know, I’m actually glad he’s taking a break. My baby works so hard.” She rubs my arm. “He could use a bit of down time.”
“Right.” He looks across to the other man at his table then back to me. “So what? He doesn’t talk?”
“I…”
“He’s very shy.” Evelyn says happily. “And that’s okay.” She pats my hand as if to comfort. “You talk when you’re ready to talk. We understand.”
“A shy out of work aspiring artist who used to work retail. Huh.” The four at the other table give each other disapproving looks.
“Something wrong?” Kit bristles, itching for them to say something she could snap back at. The whole energy was all wrong right now.
“Mmm? No, no, nothing wrong.” Gregory says.
“A charming pair aren’t they?” Julie says.
Kit slowly tilts her head right and lets a bit of ghetto come through in her sharp tone. “No, what are ya sayin? Is there an issue? Ya never been between jobs before or something?”
They ignore the questions and pose one of their own with what for Kitty was infuriating placidness. “So what brought you two here?”
“The peace and quiet.” Kit says directly. “We were looking for a place and saw Alan and Evelyn’s ad. It was just perfect. We thought we’d come see how the other half lives. It’s real nice out here. We didn’t grow up with no silver spoons, ya know?”
“Very nice.” Corrects Julie.
“Excuse me?”
“It’s very nice, not real nice.” Julie says. “And you used a double negative there as well.”
“You knew what I meant.” Kitty replies curtly as she fixes Julie with a hard stare. The older woman just laughs her off as she would a child, which only annoys my sister further.
Thank God it was then that the food shows up. I was legitimately worried Kit might try to throw hands with this Julie bitch. She might be small but I knew Kit could fight like cornered wolverine if provoked. During the distraction of the the order being laid out in front of us I lean over to my sister. “Hey, calm down.”
“They’re disrespecting us!”
“It’s okay. Who cares. Let them think what they want. It doesn’t matter what these assholes think of us.”
“Yeah Donny, it does.” She lets out a huff. “Fine. Whatever. I’ll play the nice wife.” She takes a breath. “Sorry.”
While this was going on I notice Evelyn leaning over to the other table. I miss the first part of what she said to them but I can just make her out as she finishes. “They’re a couple of sweet kids just starting out. Take it easy, alright?”
The others don’t look remorseful but they at least respect the request and by the time the breakfast feast had been laid out across our table the cool smiles and polite facade had returned. Mommy had our backs. Evelyn and I glance at each other, each of us realizing this transition might not be as easy as we thought it would be.
