30-03-2019, 06:51 PM
A Morning After Amongst Equals Pt. 03
"Here's to the babies in a brand-new world, here's to the beauty of the stars.
Here's to the travelers on the open road, here's to the dreamers in the bars.
Here's to the teachers in the crowded rooms, here's to the workers in the fields.
Here's to the preachers of the sacred words, here's to the drivers at the wheel.
Here's to you, my little loves, with blessings from above.
Now let the day begin.
Here's to you, my little loves, with blessings from above.
Now let the day begin. Let the day begin."
-The Call, "Let the Day Begin"
Julie Equals turned on the bedroom TV, making certain the sound was low, so that she wouldn't interfere with Susan Bailey's trance.
Their flight to San Finzione had been forced to go around a storm in the Mediterranean. Although they were flying above the cloud layer, it was still a better idea to go around than risk it. Julie couldn't get a signal to call and see how Troy and Helena were doing, so she'd turned on the TV to get one of the San Finzione news channels.
When she finally found one, the reporter was speaking from the castle's courtyard, in front of the Speech Balcony, where a large television screen had been set up. Reporters were not being allowed into the castle, and they were saying that La Contessa would likely be addressing them via the screen when she was ready to do so. Black lines and blocks glitched on the screen as the storm interfered with the TV signal as well.
Circumnavigating the storm meant that they'd land at least an hour late. Before the call cut off, Troy had told her that Scappa, Helen's chauffeur, and an escort from La Policia were waiting by the runway to rush them to the castle. Helen was already sedated and wouldn't be able to "delay" for them.
Julie tried to exhale away the tension of going from being in constant contact with her husband and first girlfriend to being less informed than anyone in San Finzione who lived within shouting range of anyone else with a television. She tried to send with it the frustration of not being able to simply go up to the cockpit and make the plane fly faster or go through the storm. She COULD use her ability to command the pilots to try those things, but that felt like a bad enough idea to not need a second opinion upon.
Julie muted the television and returned to the bed, where Susan was still smiling dreamily in trance. Julie smiled back. She had one of her loved ones with her and she still had a story to finish telling Susan. She turned onto her side to face Susan and took hold of her hand.
"Now, where were we, Susan? Oh, yes. Back in the bedroom."
* * *
"Hey, Boy." Julie Andrews said to Troy Medina from the bed.
"Hey, Girl." He replied from the doorway.
He surveyed the scene. Julie on his bed, a couple of plates from her mom on the nightstand. It was a Saturday morning, so he was certain that if he picked up the TV remote and turned it on, he could still find some decent cartoons on one channel or another. He wanted to go join her on the bed, turn on the TV, and just snuggle close and watch them, like they had on any given Saturday morning together in their lives.
There were several differences to the usual image in his mind, though. The most important being that generally, both of them were at least wearing underwear on those previous Saturdays. The fact that the word "edible" was now in Troy's mind with regards to both the food Julie's mother had made, and Julie herself, was a close second. Beyond that, he thought all the scene was missing was Helen and/or another relationship partner to read more into the scene than "My best friend spent the night and now we're laying on the bed and watching some cartoons together. Come join us!"
Helen missing from the scene wasn't unusual. Before Troy and Propappou gave Helen his old bedroom across the hall, when the three of them had a sleepover here, she often picked up her blankets and pillow in the night and went downstairs to Propappou's room. She'd curl up in the TV chair next to the old man's bed and sleep next to him. The fact that if there'd been someone else present to read into the scene, they would have been right this time, was the last difference.
A few seconds had passed now while Troy stood in the doorway, so Julie spoke again.
"You coming to join me, Master?"
"Yeah." Troy responded with a smile, sitting on the bed next to her. She scooted closer to him and wrinkled her brow.
"Thought I'd get cleaned up while I was in there." Julie said, sitting up and wrapping her arms around him from behind. "Wasn't sure what you'd feel like doing now."
Troy reached out and patted her hand, for once in his life, wondering how much holding Julie's hand might be too much. Or not enough?
"There are a few things I feel like doing right now, Julie." He answered. "I'm trying to think of the right one."
"You're Troy." Julie said, letting go of Troy so he could turn around to face her. "Thinking of the right thing to do is most of what you do."
Troy looked down, realized he was looking at Julie's naked boobs, and looked back up to her. This time, he noticed the little smile on her face.
"Mistress, I just need to know: That was really us, right? I mean, I didn't get drunk and maybe Do What We Do to influence..."
Julie cut him off. The two of them hadn't had what could be called an awkward conversation since the day that, his mother gone and having no sisters, Troy had to ask Julie what those cotton and paper things that she and Helen shoplifted from the Women's Health aisle were for.
"Here's to the babies in a brand-new world, here's to the beauty of the stars.
Here's to the travelers on the open road, here's to the dreamers in the bars.
Here's to the teachers in the crowded rooms, here's to the workers in the fields.
Here's to the preachers of the sacred words, here's to the drivers at the wheel.
Here's to you, my little loves, with blessings from above.
Now let the day begin.
Here's to you, my little loves, with blessings from above.
Now let the day begin. Let the day begin."
-The Call, "Let the Day Begin"
Julie Equals turned on the bedroom TV, making certain the sound was low, so that she wouldn't interfere with Susan Bailey's trance.
Their flight to San Finzione had been forced to go around a storm in the Mediterranean. Although they were flying above the cloud layer, it was still a better idea to go around than risk it. Julie couldn't get a signal to call and see how Troy and Helena were doing, so she'd turned on the TV to get one of the San Finzione news channels.
When she finally found one, the reporter was speaking from the castle's courtyard, in front of the Speech Balcony, where a large television screen had been set up. Reporters were not being allowed into the castle, and they were saying that La Contessa would likely be addressing them via the screen when she was ready to do so. Black lines and blocks glitched on the screen as the storm interfered with the TV signal as well.
Circumnavigating the storm meant that they'd land at least an hour late. Before the call cut off, Troy had told her that Scappa, Helen's chauffeur, and an escort from La Policia were waiting by the runway to rush them to the castle. Helen was already sedated and wouldn't be able to "delay" for them.
Julie tried to exhale away the tension of going from being in constant contact with her husband and first girlfriend to being less informed than anyone in San Finzione who lived within shouting range of anyone else with a television. She tried to send with it the frustration of not being able to simply go up to the cockpit and make the plane fly faster or go through the storm. She COULD use her ability to command the pilots to try those things, but that felt like a bad enough idea to not need a second opinion upon.
Julie muted the television and returned to the bed, where Susan was still smiling dreamily in trance. Julie smiled back. She had one of her loved ones with her and she still had a story to finish telling Susan. She turned onto her side to face Susan and took hold of her hand.
"Now, where were we, Susan? Oh, yes. Back in the bedroom."
* * *
"Hey, Boy." Julie Andrews said to Troy Medina from the bed.
"Hey, Girl." He replied from the doorway.
He surveyed the scene. Julie on his bed, a couple of plates from her mom on the nightstand. It was a Saturday morning, so he was certain that if he picked up the TV remote and turned it on, he could still find some decent cartoons on one channel or another. He wanted to go join her on the bed, turn on the TV, and just snuggle close and watch them, like they had on any given Saturday morning together in their lives.
There were several differences to the usual image in his mind, though. The most important being that generally, both of them were at least wearing underwear on those previous Saturdays. The fact that the word "edible" was now in Troy's mind with regards to both the food Julie's mother had made, and Julie herself, was a close second. Beyond that, he thought all the scene was missing was Helen and/or another relationship partner to read more into the scene than "My best friend spent the night and now we're laying on the bed and watching some cartoons together. Come join us!"
Helen missing from the scene wasn't unusual. Before Troy and Propappou gave Helen his old bedroom across the hall, when the three of them had a sleepover here, she often picked up her blankets and pillow in the night and went downstairs to Propappou's room. She'd curl up in the TV chair next to the old man's bed and sleep next to him. The fact that if there'd been someone else present to read into the scene, they would have been right this time, was the last difference.
A few seconds had passed now while Troy stood in the doorway, so Julie spoke again.
"You coming to join me, Master?"
"Yeah." Troy responded with a smile, sitting on the bed next to her. She scooted closer to him and wrinkled her brow.
"Thought I'd get cleaned up while I was in there." Julie said, sitting up and wrapping her arms around him from behind. "Wasn't sure what you'd feel like doing now."
Troy reached out and patted her hand, for once in his life, wondering how much holding Julie's hand might be too much. Or not enough?
"There are a few things I feel like doing right now, Julie." He answered. "I'm trying to think of the right one."
"You're Troy." Julie said, letting go of Troy so he could turn around to face her. "Thinking of the right thing to do is most of what you do."
Troy looked down, realized he was looking at Julie's naked boobs, and looked back up to her. This time, he noticed the little smile on her face.
"Mistress, I just need to know: That was really us, right? I mean, I didn't get drunk and maybe Do What We Do to influence..."
Julie cut him off. The two of them hadn't had what could be called an awkward conversation since the day that, his mother gone and having no sisters, Troy had to ask Julie what those cotton and paper things that she and Helen shoplifted from the Women's Health aisle were for.
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