Informed Consent

  Giving Way Part II

  By Saoirse Roghan

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  Giving Way Part II

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  Chapter Five

  A wise man would surely stop and think after experiencing the best sex of his life. But Andrew was a man in love and still too young to be very wise. He didn’t stand a chance in hell of keeping his feet planted on terra firma. He whistled in the shower. He hummed while he dressed. He bent over his sleeping wife and kissed her forehead before sinking down on the bed, his hips near her slender shoulders as he worked on the knot in his tie.His soul was singing.

  The night before he’d claimed the woman he loved. Life was good.

  “Wake up Babycakes.” He nuzzled her ear.

  “Huhnn...” Babycakes mumbled.

  “I think you’d better get up. The boys won’t make it to school on their own.”

  “Uh Huh…”

  No man in his right mind would have taken that as an affirmative.

  Andrew nibbled on Denise’s ear, one eye searching for the face of the clock he kept on his bedside table. He swore under his breath. He didn’t want to leave his beautiful wife to go to work. Reluctantly, he swung his long legs over the edge of the bed but he turned back and stole one more moment of pleasure – her face was so lovely he didn’t think he’d ever tire of looking at it – before shooting a hand out to touch her shoulder for a second.

  “Thank you for last night, Denise. It meant the world to me.” He looked down at her for a moment. Was she really asleep? Or simply pretending because she was embarrassed? A grin split his face. He’d be embarrassed too if he’d screamed that loudly when he came. He had been wise enough to shove his entire face into the pillow next to her head at the same time as he’d thrust up into her for the last time.

  A few moments later Andrew stood in the kitchen, one arm braced on the door to the refrigerator while he searched – fruitlessly -- for something edible.

  He ignored the Chinese takeout. It didn’t matter how excellent the moo shoo had been originally, no way could he eat it again before noon the next day. He found several containers of soy yogurt. A container of medication labeled “Keep Refrigerated”. Ketchup. Mustard. Chocolate Sauce. Hot Sauce. Whipping Cream.

  He had a brief thought about Whipping Cream and immediately banished it. Whipping cream was not the same thing as whipped cream, although it probably could turn into it eventually. Like after you whipped it.

  Worcestershire Sauce. Steak sauce. Pesto. Extra Hot, Hot sauce. For the love of god. Where was the food they put all these fricking sauces on?

  So yes, he suffered a twinge of annoyance, but he was a man in love. Drive thrus clustered on every corner, Starbucks infested almost every city block, and he graciously refused to be annoyed by the complete lack of any breakfast food. He’d mention it sometime soon. After all, there were growing boys in the house who certainly needed to eat healthy breakfasts. He could forage on his own, but should he have too? Her parents probably never taught her that breakfast was the most important meal of the day.

  He left the kitchen through the door that led into the garage, managing to slam his car door before any of the six thousand dogs succeeded in landing on him. He set out for his office a happy man.

  Upstairs, Denise lay in bed rigid until she heard the sound of his car head down the drive, and then she relaxed. The room was dim; the sun hadn’t fully committed to the day yet. She rolled over to go back to sleep because now he was gone she could breathe easily. But a sudden wave of heat flashed and zinged its way through her body. She could – almost -- feel the warmth of his hands as he’d explored every inch of her.

  Denise pulled the pillow over her head and concentrated fiercely on her falling asleep ritual: The backwards alphabet. Z Y X W… She wasn’t very good at it, which meant she always had to start over a number of times. rstuv… Z Y X W V U T S R. mnopq ZYW. NO. ZYXWVUT. SRPQR.Fuck. ZYXWVUTSRQPONML hijk. ZYXwv…uts.

  ***

  Much, much later she woke up because a huge weight landed near her back, startling her into consciousness. Rolling over, she knocked the pillow off her face and squinted. Sunlight blazed in the windows. A warm, wet tongue washed her face enthusiastically.

  Oh my god.

  She scrambled backwards, fighting her way into a sitting position. A dog she may have seen before --probably with her bra in its mouth--sat on her bed, eyes fixed cheerfully on her face, tongue lolling out.

  “Weren’t we going to school today?” Lucas stood in the doorway.

  “Fuck!” Denise shoved the huge beast off her bed and vaulted off. “Get your brothers moving. Christ. What time is it?”

  Lucas shrugged. “I dunno. Late, though.”

  Denise shot out the door ahead of Lucas, and headed towards her room, banging on doors as she went.

  “Move it, People!”

  In her own room an overstuffed chair occupied the majority of a small bay window. Denise used the chair for clothing storage. She rifled the pile, then tugged at her jeans while hopping on one foot in an effort to don shoes at the same time. She stuck her head out the door, one hand protectively covering her naked breasts.

  “We’re late! Get rolling!”

  Bringing her head back inside the room she scooted into the bathroom, grabbing a bra from the dresser as she swept by. She peed, washed her hands and face, brushed her teeth. She could come back, after all, and get showered and dressed like a normal human. Now--now she needed to get the boys to school.

  Zander staggered toward her as Denise stepped back into the hall. Good, she had 2 out of 3. She tried to bang the door shut behind her. It didn’t close. The large dog shoved his head through and pushed by her. She scowled. Where the hell did t
his dog come from and why was it haunting her?

  In an effort to keep her score steady at 2 out of 3, she yelled down the stairs: “Lucas!” It was a good idea to make very sure the kid actually kept moving. He was famous for falling asleep halfway down the stairs or over his breakfast cereal.

  “Yo!” The word wafted up the stairs.

  Satisfied, Denise bee lined for William’s room, where she shoved the door open and groaned.

  William was on his stomach stretched across the bed, a tousled head hanging over one side – her brother’s preferred position for sleeping. Denise worried his head would explode some night. She’d come in some morning to find his brains all over the floor.

  She made a heroic effort to wake him. She yelled in his ear while shaking vigorously. She opened curtains singing Climb Every Mountain in a voice that didn’t sound anything like Julie Andrews. The kid didn’t twitch. Knowing William, he wasn’t budging. Denise left the room, giving the door a great slam behind her. William had never been a kid you could wake up one second before he was ready.

  Maybe Andrew would decide that two out of three was damn good for her first day as a responsible guardian.

  Out in the garage Lucas and Zander were fighting over the front seat. Denise froze, her stomach dropping to her shoes.

  “Shut up!”

  The two boys whirled in surprise so she must have yelled really loud.

  All well and good for Andrew to announce the boys needed to go to school. How the heck was she supposed to get them there? There was probably a shuttle that picked kids up. However it wasn’t enough to think about the shuttle, you had to actually remember to call the service and schedule their appearance. She hadn’t had much chance to think about calling the shuttle last night while Andrew had been fucking her brains out.

  Now they were very late. She was short one kid. And she had a suspended license.

  Denise grabbed the cell from her pocket, poking buttons and praying at the same time. Robert wasn’t known for early rising any more than she was. The call bounced over to message. Denise hung up.She did no better with the next four numbers she tried. The cab service would be happy to pick her up as soon as one of their drivers reported he was free. Both boys sat in the car, the radio blared rap, and Lucas threw himself from one side to the other, rocking the heavy SUV.Denise opened the driver’s door, and climbed in.

  ***

  “You guys have to get to school from now on.” In the drop off line at school the big vehicle inched forward. Denise rifled her purse and the console looking for lunch money to pass out.. “Andrew’s kinda big on that.”

  “No worries, sistah,” Lucas crowed. He grasped the door handle, beginning his swing out to the sidewalk while the car was still moving. “Let’s go bro!”

  “You have to get yourselves up,” she yelled after them, her head jamming out from the moon roof. “You can’t rely on me to wake you up!”

  She pulled her head back in the window. She was unreliable; they couldn’t rely on her for anything. Shouldn’t have to.

  Stop wallowing. She was all they had so she’d have to man up. Metaphorically speaking.

  Denise pulled slowly into the other lane. She glanced in the rear view and smiled. Her brothers were bouncing up the walkway, hi-fiving friends, strutting, calling out to people. They did not look like crushed and damaged orphans. Whatever she had to put up with was worth it.

  Another flash of heat surged through her. She felt a kind of tension, not really soreness, in her--well, her loins, for the love of Christ. Had she ever thought the word ‘loins’ before? Her pussy. Her cunt.

  She blushed and stepped more firmly on the gas.

  Andrew had been amazing last night. Sex with him had always been pretty damn good. If she didn’t feel morally obligated to despise the man she would admit the sex had been the best of her life. Meanwhile though, she did hate him and she’d be dammed before she gave him props. Still, that orgasm…her face burned. She’d never, ever had one like that in her life. Last night she’d had several of them.

  Since sex with Andrew had always been good it probably had made it easier to overlook other annoying habits; twisting himself into contortions in order to reach and open doors before her; getting a basset hound look on his face when she said ‘fuck’, lecturing her on the importance of voting in elections. But now, the sex, coupled with all that other dominance stuff, was like nothing she’d ever stumbled over. It was hot fudge on vanilla bean ice cream.

  Animalistic.

  She pressed her palms to her cheeks and sucked in a deep breath. The man was a sick, twisted individual. She wasn’t going to even think about the sex. Candy was great, that didn’t mean it couldn’t hurt you. Cocaine could be great but look how bad that was! Ergo: really awesome sex could be very bad.

  Then she didn’t need to worry about not thinking about wild sex because that was definitely a cop. Behind her. Lights flashing. Siren whooping. Panic slithered into every cell in her body carried by the rush of blood pounding through her veins. Tears welled up in her eyes.

  Before all this, before her parents died and left her personally responsible for the welfare of her brothers, before she’d had to humble and totally humiliate herself in front of an idiot lawyer (this wasn’t helping stop the tears) before, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d freaking cried. She’d never cried. Now she leaked every damn time she turned around.

  Pulling the SUV over Denise tried to think. What had been her offense? What should her strategy be?

  Crap. That really was Officer Harrison, the same Officer Harrison who had asked her repeatedly for a date. She’d said ‘no’ once. She’d said ‘Sorry. No way’ once. She’d said ‘Get a clue’ the last time.

  Scrunching down in her seat, she risked a glance in the side mirror. Harrison looked mighty pleased. He knew who he’d pulled over. You could bet he knew her license was suspended too.

  “Well, well.”

  Denise rolled her eyes because after all that line called for it, making her forget for one moment how desperate her straits were.

  Harrison chuckled and leaned his elbows on the rim of her lowered window,

  “Yeah, Ms. Marrow. You go right ahead and roll those pretty eyes. License. Registration. Insurance.”

  Denise snapped down the visor and the insurance card and registration fell into her lap. She handed them to Harrison, this time with a real smile, a full 100 watt one.

  “How are you Harrison? That was an OhMyGodWhatHaveIGoneAndDoneNow roll of the eyes, Harrison.” She beamed up at him, sitting back in the seat and bracing her hands on the steering wheel. Which caused her breasts to elevate. “NOT a smart alecky roll.

  “I’m really sorry I caused you to get out of your car,” she added.

  Harrison dipped his chin down onto his chest, peering at her over his glasses, brows raised nearly to his hairline.

  “License, Ms. Marrow.”

  “I know that’s when you officers are at greatest risk. Not from vicious criminals, Harrison. I know it’s when you have to get out of your car and deal with idiots!’

  Denise smiled a big sweet apologetic smile.“I guess I was going a little too fast?”

  “Well, yeah, Ms. Marrow. Considering you shouldn’t be driving at all, I’d say you were going too fast.”

  Busted. Time to grovel. “I’m sorry Harrison. I had to get the boys to school. What could I do?”

  “Gosh. Maybe stick the little bros on the school bus? No, wait, that’s right, they go to a private school. No bus. Well then Ms. Marrow, I guess you make arrangements: cabs, jitneys, car pools? Chauffeur? You don’t drive on a suspended license. And that’s Officer Harrison to you.”

  Denise let her head drop.

  “I know.” She hiccupped a sob, lifted her face towards Harrison. The tears in her eyes were not an example of her out of control emotions. Denise Marrow, consummate player.

  “I’ve been a wreck, Officer Harrison. With my parents gone…” She set the tears free to
stream down her picturesque face.

  “Can’t that rich husband of yours help?”

  Crap. He knew.

  Denise shook her head. “I had to marry him, Officer Harrison. According to my parent’s will, I lost my brothers if I didn’t marry the man. He doesn’t help and he’ll be so angry. It’s doesn’t love me at all.” More tears.

  Denise reached for a Kleenex from the dash and dabbed at her eyes.

  “So you can’t wrap him around that little finger, eh, Ms. Marrow? I’m sorry to hear that.”

  “Please. Can’t we work this out? Officer Harrison, surely there’s something…?”

  She lowered her head.

  “Something?” Officer Harrison asked, interest creeping into his voice.

  Denise let her tongue flicker for a second then she sat up, tilting her face up, towards him. She ran her tongue along her top lip.

  Officer Harrison leaned in, his head coming thru the window.

  “Be clear, Ms. Marrow. I don’t want there to be any misunderstanding.”

  A warning bell sounded somewhere.

  Denise took a deep breath. She couldn’t do it. There had been a time, in the not too distant past, where sexual behavior had been a game, a strategy, a play, a move. Yes, even a coin to barter -- for the right reward of course --nothing so crass as money. Those days were gone, or at least they had been.

  “You could do something for me, Ms. Marrow? Is that what you’re telling me?”

  Denise sat frozen, staring at the man, her mouth open, trying to speak though her brain still couldn’t make up its mind one way or the other.

  A huge grin spread slowly over Harrison’s face.