The Long Story

[ticky]

I know...I love this thread. I'm forgetting how we came to know that Thomas and Lisa are siblings? Was that a recent revelation?

yeah, that was the last installment, before this one...

Lisa’s face was still ashen and she clung to Glenn like a life preserver.
“My mother was just 17 when she came to America from Ireland. Her mother had died of some mysterious illness and her father was a drunk. She came her looking for a better life but found nothing but more poverty and crime. She finally took a job for very little pay working as a cleaning girl in a huge mansion for Papa Palmero. It was alright at first, she worked mostly nights, cleaning floors and scrubbing out the ovens and fireplaces. Then one day one of the day maids didn’t show up for work and she was promoted.” Lisa’s face wrinkled in disgust at the word. “She began serving Papa his meals and cleaning up after him. He was pig! She never worked harder in her life and all she got for her trouble was constant groping. She was okay as long as someone else was around, but that wasn’t always possible. Eventually he caught her alone and he raped her. After that she was his favorite and it happened often till one day he came to her and told her to get out. No explanation, no good bye, just $100,000.00 cash to shut her up and a ride to the middle of no where. He never even knew she was pregnant, or at least I thought he didn’t, but now…”

and I promise *G* I'll try and write some more a little quicker. My tomatoes aren't ripening as quickly as I was hoping, so I should have some time for writing

[sodascouts]

Yeah ticky, this is called the LOOOOOOOOOONG story after all!

[eaglesvet]

yeah, that was the last installment, before this one...



and I promise *G* I'll try and write some more a little quicker. My tomatoes aren't ripening as quickly as I was hoping, so I should have some time for writing

Thanks, I remember now.

Oh, and I see...ya spend time in Oregon watchin' the t'maters ripen rather than the grass grow, huh?

[ticky]

LOL.. weellllll... when my tomatoes ripen Ill be canning again. I usually bring in about 12 to 15 lbs of tomatoes a day when they start. My sauce is a roasted tomato sauce so it takes time and work BUT, Cami is coming up for a few days before Labor Day and we'll be little canning fairies for a few days working our little fairy butts off! Till then, I'll try and keep writing

[Prettymaid]

we'll be little canning fairies for a few days working our little fairy butts off!

I always wondered where the fairy dust came from...

[ticky]

Okay, Willie, this one's for you. Feel better soon!!

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Tim stood squinting at the back of the box. When did they start making the writing so small? It never used to be this hard to read, but now he seemed to need his reading glasses for about everything. He poured the box contents into a pot and added what looked like enough water. He put it on the stove top and turned on the heat. The box said medium high, but he didn’t have all day to wait, Willie would be awake soon and he didn’t want her to have to wait. He set the dial to high and went to find some orange juice in the refrigerator. James kept it well stocked and sure enough, there was a fresh pitcher of juice right up front. He pulled down a glass from the cabinet and filled it with cold orange juice. On the window pane he spotted a pretty crystal bud vase. Perfect! He filled it with water and ran out in the front of the ranch house where the pink rose bush was just starting to put on buds and found one, round and fresh looking. He poked his finger and then his thumb on the thorns, but he managed to break it free without too much damage to the new bud and proudly took it back into the kitchen. The whole house smelled like chicken noodle soup now and Tim was sure that meant his soup would be done. It was, indeed, boiling over. Tim ran to the stove and turned off the burner. The stove top was a mess, but he’d deal with that later. He slipped the bud into the vase and placed it and the juice on a small wooden tray. He found one of the deep chili bowls in the cabinet next to the glasses, placed it on the tray and poured the chicken soup in to it. The noodles floated on the top, but it had boiled so it must be done and it smelled good. He found a few crackers in the pantry and placed them, a spoon and a folded napkin on the tray. Tim looked down at his creation and smiled. It looked just like something out of a magazine. Willie would love it. He carefully picked it up and backed through the hall door and down to her bedroom door. Balancing the tray he tapped gently on the door and turned the knob. The door quietly swung open. Willie opened her eyes as he walked through the door. She started to sit up.
“Oh hey, you’re awake.” He set the tray on the table by the bed and sat next to her helping her sit up and fluffing a pillow behind her.
Willie sniffled and blinked her eyes. The light coming in from the hall was bright to her redden eyes and her head was throbbing. She thought she might be able to smell the soup Tim had brought her, but she wasn’t sure. This cold had really played havoc with her senses and she couldn’t tell the difference between the beautiful rose on the tray and an onion. The idea made her want to cry.
“I brought you some lunch, honey. How are you feeling?”
He’d brought her lunch. Obviously he’d made it himself and it was the sweetest thing he’d ever done for her, that made her want to cry too. Everything made her want to cry today. She started to cry.
“Awe, baby. What’s wrong? Don’t you like soup? Maybe you’re not hungry. I should have asked. I'm sorry. I’ll take it back in the kitchen.”
Willie reached out her hand and put it on Tim’s strong arm. It was warm and soft under her cold fingers.
“No, I love it. It looks beautiful.” She gently touched the delicate pink rose bud.
“It’s just, well, I feel so bad and I look awful and you’re so sweet…” Willie’s tears drown out the rest of her words.
Tim chuckled and Sat up next to her pulling her into his arms tenderly.
“I just want to help you feel better, honey. I worry about you when you’re sick.”
She laid her head on his shoulder and dabbed her eyes and nose with a kleenex.
“You’re too good for me.”
He smiled. “Nahh, I'm a worthless wreck without you. That’s why I want to take care of you. See? I'm actually very selfish.”
She laughed.
“That’s better.” He reached over and gingerly picked up the tray and placed it on her lap. “Do you think you might be ready for a little bite to eat?”
She looked down at the uncooked noodles floating in the yellow broth. It did smell good and the broth probably wouldn’t be too bad. She couldn’t taste anything anyway.
Tim had picked up a spoon and dipped it into the steaming soup. He blew on it gently and held it to her mouth. She closed her eyes, sipped and gasped.
“what’s wrong? Too hot?”
Willie nodded while sucking in air. Tim held up the orange juice for her to sip.
“Better? Willie smiled and nodded.
“Yeah, much. I’m not really hungry right now anyway.” Tim moved the tray back to the table. Willie looked at it.
“The rose is beautiful. Thank you.” She smiled up at him from her pillow as she sank back down. He smiled down at her.
“It made me think of you when I saw them this morning.”
She sighed. She just loved it when he talked all mushy. He picked up the book by the bed.
“Would you like me to read to you?”
Willie loved this part. The book they were reading was a trashy romance novel she’d bought at Walmart last time they’d driven into town. Tim had teased her about it, but then they’d had great fun reading it together and acting out some of the steamer scenes. Tim even did all the voices for all the different characters. Willie snuggled into Tim’s side. He smiled, cleared his throat and opened the book. Willie wasn’t up to reenacting the hot scenes yet, but she’d be sure to dog ear those parts for later. She laid her head against his chest as his voice resonated through her as he read.

[sodascouts]

ooh! Another installment! Yay!!!

[TimothyBFan]

Ooooh MY!!!!!

Now I'm really feeling better!! So good to see The Long Story back!!

BTW--for the record--I don't care how sick I am--if Timothy wants to act out the "steamy scenes" ---

[sodascouts]

Well, that's my fault. I told ticky a while back that although they could be implied, no explicit sex scenes were allowed on the board. Sorry for disappointing you guys but there are young'uns about.

[TimothyBFan]

I was only joking and actually meant that if in my own little dream world (or Ticky's Long Story) no matter how sick I am, if Timothy suggested acting out those scenes, I would gladly oblige! Besides, it's so much fun just leaving a bit to the imagination.