Samantha
The best part of any plane ride home is when the seatbelt light goes off and the snack cart is coming down the aisle. I buy some snacks and then look out the window at the clouds.
Last night was so exciting. I can’t help but daydream about it. We went to all the places I love, and the boys seemed to enjoy themselves. It’s crazy the way they fit into my life. It’s like there was nothing in my life before they came into it.
I’ve had plenty of friends and lovers, but these guys are different. They are so honest and decent. All I want to do is treat them as well as they treat me. These days, I think less about myself and more about them. I’ve never done that before.
I close my eyes and think about all the perfect moments we had together during our special night out. The best part of last night was how well the boys fit in with my New York City crowd. All my friends just loved them.
I didn’t know that the boys have such a great sense of humor. They keep my friends laughing and in a good mood all night. This is saying a lot about my crowd. It’s tough to impress them but the boys did a great job at it.
The truth is that both guys are extraordinary, and I am lucky that they want me. The flight goes by fast because I daydream the whole time.
Rusty, my father’s ranch hand is at the airport to take me home. Rusty is quiet on the way home. When we get to the ranch, he drops me at the front door. I thank him and let myself out of his truck.
As soon as I am in the house, I hear my father shouting my name.
“Samantha! Is that you?”
“Yes, it’s me dad.”
I close the door behind me and leave my suitcase by the door. I go to the living room and find my dad standing by the fireplace smoking. He does not have a happy look on his face.
“How dare you leave Texas when we are right in the middle of things.”
“I needed to get away for a few days.”
“You needed to get away? What the heck for?”
“I needed to sort things out in my head.”
“And you couldn’t sort these things in the privacy of your own room?”
My father gives me a hard stare.
“No dad, I’m not twelve anymore.”
“I should say you are not. You are a grown woman with responsibilities and obligations to your family.”
“What responsibilities and obligations?”
“You are responsible to me, and you are obligated to do what I say.”
“Since when?”
My father’s face turns red, and I want to run out of the room, but my feet stay planted in the living room’s brown shag carpeting.
My father crosses the room to go to the coffee table in front of the sofa. He picks up a magazine and then throws it at me.
“I can’t believe this filth. It’s hard enough that you have a wild reputation but it’s more disgusting to see you being so cheap on the cover of a national magazine.”
I look at the magazine and see that I’m on the cover sticking my tongue in Asher’s ear while I grab at Liam’s bottom.
“Nobody in town reads this magazine,” I say.
“Are you kidding me! This is a popular magazine around here. Open the magazine up because there is more of your sordid lifestyle.”
I open the magazine and there are several pictures of me all over Liam and Asher. I look pretty raunchy and wild as I grind and kiss them all over. I smile thinking of the things I did.