“I could dress up like a bandit if that’s what gets you off. I just don’t do furry tails.”
She huffed resuming her gaze out the window.
I wondered how they would feel if they knew Amelia was a dirty girl in the bedroom, but I didn’t think this was the right time for a joke about our sexual compatibility or the possibility of furry butt plugs. I’d prefer to see her in something with a purple jewel. I might get lucky finding one in one of the many sex shops on the strip, but again, I was sure that fell under the TMI category that wouldn’t win me any brownie points with them.
“That’s not funny, Whit. My mom and sister are pretty judgmental, but my dad is okay.”
“Okay. Okay. You say okay like its terminal. What aren’t you telling me about the ‘okay’?” Amelia’s family doesn’t sound god-awful at all, but considering I also didn’t live with them for the last twenty or so years I probably should’ve been keeping my mouth shut before I passed my own judgment.
“Dad doesn’t understand why I chose to transfer to another school about two hours away from home in what he considers a pretty out of the way place with no medical school connections to John’s Hopkins even though he tells me to follow my bliss. My mother still hasn’t let me down that I didn’t pick a Forbes rated business school or continue ice skating.”
“Well, I’m going to hazard a guess and say it’s because you don’t enjoy bridal trunk shows, am I right?”
“Partly. It’s more than that though. It’s….”
I watched her struggle to articulate what’s spinning in her head.
“It’s okay, you need a space that’s yours. I understand that.”
Her smile completed me. We get each other. We’re nowhere near perfect, but we get it and that’s what we’re working on.
She reached for my hand and I don’t let her go.
“I do need my own space. Something that hasn’t been tainted or bullied by them to become something I’m not.”
“I get it. I won’t mention the wild sex we had the night we met then.”
She hissed.
“Probably save that for never.”
We pulled up to her parents Brownstown house where I parallel parked my jeep. Her mother stood on the stoop with her arms crossed over her ample curves covered in slacks and a pastel sweater set Kristen would have a field day with.
I get out of the jeep waving to her mom all friendly and help Lia out on her side. “God help us.” Lia whispered and my head followed with and deliver us from evil.
“Amelia, my beautiful errant daughter and her boy-friend.” The way her mother said boyfriend sounded more like I was a boy who happened to be her friend and not that I was sticking my rock hard parts anywhere near her youngest child. Lia might have made a good point with her mom being the major obstacle here.
“Be nice Raina, she hasn’t seen us in months and I would like her to come home more often.” Lia’s dad greeted us hugging his daughter and holding out his hand for me to shake. It’s confident but not in the extra hard squeeze one of us needs to be an asshole kind of way. I liked her dad.
“Where’s Lilian?” Lia asked.
“Oh she’s with that lucky man of hers.” Mrs. Faust clasped her hands together like it meant something for her sister to be out.
“Idiot is more like it.” Her father muttered.
Mrs. Faust rolled her eyes and then asked, “Let’s have lunch and chat. Wine?”
“Sure mom.” Lia bounced before deflating under her mother’s eye.
“Not you, Amelia Rae. I was talking to your young man, Whitta
ker.” Her smile reminded me of a shark…too many teeth and too wide to be friendly.
I nodded seeing this was clearly headed downhill as predicted. “No thank you, I’m driving.”
“Oh. But you are old enough to drink?” Her insult was clear and I watched my girl simmer slowly in an effort to keep it together. I was old enough for sure to let stupid comments like that roll off my back.
“Yes, ma’am I am.” I listened to Lia’s awkward grumbles and her mother muttering under her breath that I had to be at least a decade older. She wasn’t far off by much, but close enough.