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Dear Prudence
by Ann Douglas
(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
Part Four
Time passed ever so slowly and Brooke was about to
say something when Gregg beat her to it. He opened his mouth,
said her name and was then abruptly cut off by the ringing of the
telephone on the night table.
"I have to get that," Brooke apologized as still weighed
down by Gregg's weight, she couldn't reach the phone. "Only a
half dozen people have this number so it must be important."
In way of understanding, Gregg rolled off her to the
empty side of the bed, giving her the chance to reach the ringing
phone.
The voice that blasted her ear as she put the receiver to
her head told her that the number of people with her private
number had now grown by one.
"Where the fuck is my son?" the shrill voice screamed.
"Why hello, Juliet," Brooke answered calmly in a voice
that gave no indication that she had just spent the better part of
the last two hours fucking her son. "How are you this fine
evening?"
"Don't fine evening me you bitch," Juliet yelled loud
enough for Gregg to hear from where he laid on the bed.
"Where is my son? The Awards Dinner has been over for
hours."
Brooke glanced first over at the alarm clock next to the
phone, it had indeed been hours since the Awards had ended.
Then she looked to her neophyte lover, the expression on her
face asking if he wanted her to lie and say he had left long ago.
"I've been calling all over town these last two hours,"
Juliet went on, oblivious to the fact that no one was really paying
attention to her words. "When I got that little cunt, Joyce on
your official number, I told her that if she didn't give me your
private number right that minute, my next call was going to be to
the police."
Gregg paused for a moment, then reached out for the
phone. As if conscious that he was about to talk to his mother
bare ass naked, he pulled on the sheet next to him until it
covered his exposed manhood.
"Would you mind holding on for a moment, Juliet?"
Brooke said in that same sweet tone in which she had answered
the phone. There were times that being an accomplished
actress did have its advantages.
Gregg took the cordless phone from Brooke and held it
up to his ear. He listened for a second as Juliet was still telling
Brooke that no, she wouldn't hang on a moment.
"Hello Mom," Gregg said, cutting her off in mid-rant.
"Gregg, honey," the voice on the phone said, shifting to
a tone that was full of sweetness and kindness. "I've been so
worried about you. What are you doing there so late?"
Able to hear what was going on, Brooke mentally
translated the meaning of what Juliet had said to, "I've been so
worried that you're out of my sight and control. What has that
woman been doing to you?"
"I'm fine, mother," Gregg said, looking at a still fully
naked Brooke as he spoke. "I've just been hanging with Brooke
for a while. It's not like I have an early call or anything
tomorrow."
"That's true sweetheart," Juliet said, "but you do need
your rest. You know how tired you get if you haven't gotten your
eight hours."
"Then I'll just sleep in later in the day, that's all,"
her son replied, his voice showing the smallest measure of
independence.
"But it's not a good idea for you to drive if you're tired,"
Juliet went on, shifting tactics.
"Maybe you're right," Gregg relented, his voice falling
into the same obedience mode that Juliet was used to.
"I knew you'd see it my way," Juliet beamed, glad to be
back in charge.
"So I'll tell you what," Gregg abruptly said, his voice
again changing in intensity. "Rather than drive home this late,
I'll just stay here for the rest of the night. I'm sure Brooke will
have no problem putting me up."
The smile on Brooke's face told him that it would be no
problem at all.
"But Gregg, honey ..."
"Mom, it's settled," he cut her off. "I'll see you
sometime in the morning. Better yet, make that in the
afternoon. I'm going to stop by the Porche dealership on the
way home and order a car like yours for myself. Do me a favor
and call them so they'll know that payment won't be a problem. I
do think that someone who's going to star in a major motion
picture should be driving something better than an old Escort,
don't you?"
Juliet Newman was so perturbed by her son's
unforeseen and sudden declarations of independence that she
found herself, for the first time in memory, totally speechless.
By the time she found her voice, she was speaking to a dial
tone. She reached for the keypad on her telephone, then
decided that calling him back right now might not be the best of
ideas.
"Well that was certainly interesting," Brooke said as she
took the phone back from Gregg and set it back on its base.
"Are you sure that you haven't set in motion that you're going to
regret in the morning."
"I don't think so," Gregg replied as he moved closer to
Brooke. "I think there are some things that I should've done a
long time ago."
Without asking him to elaborate, Brooke had a pretty
good idea exactly what those things might be.
"But that can wait until the morning," the younger man
said as his hand stroked Brooke's breast. "I'm sure that there
are a lot more fun things that we can do than talk about my
mother."
"Gregg, baby," Brooke said, a feeling of worry
beginning to fill her chest. She had almost called Gregg honey,
but that would've been too surreal. Their pseudo-incest had
been too close to the mark already. "You do remember before
all this started, that you said all you wanted to do was spend a
night with me, don't you? You do understand that nothings
going to happen after this?"
Gregg laughed loudly at what she said. It was a laugh
that was both refreshing and worrisome.
"Don't worry, Brooke," he finally said. "I haven't
managed to come up with the courage to pull away from one
mother, only to try and latch onto another. You're my friend,
which's never going to change. I was just thinking that if we
were only ever going to have one night together, well the night is
far from over."
Brooke looked over his shoulder, out to the dark and
empty ocean. The morning dawn was indeed still hours away.
"I guess they were right," she laughed. "Out of the
mouth of babes."
"Who are you calling a baby?" Gregg asked in a voice
only semi-serious.
"Only you, babe," Brooke grinned as she pressed her
lips hard against his. "only you."
With that, they both rolled over onto the center of the
bed to enjoy the hours until the morn. Before giving in to the
lust she felt rising within her once more, Brooke couldn't help but
think that Gregg had taken larger strides on his road to manhood
in the few minutes of that phone call, than he had in the two
hours he had shared her bed.
END
(missing parts may be found at)
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