Jack and Jill - The Legend Continues

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Both Jack and Aunt Jill managed to tell me the intimate details of their teen love affair without batting an eye.

Chapter 6 (v.1) - Sara Gets The Last Word

Submitted: September 11, 2019

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Wow! I am amazed they both picked the same scenes from those earlier years. But then, those seem to be the highlights of their young love. I also didn’t expect the revelation of all the intimate details from that final get-together. It’s like Jack was trying to get my attention. Well—he did! My virgin ears are on fire, and I need a drink to sooth the shock!

Both Jack and Aunt Jill managed to tell me the intimate details of their teen love affair without batting an eye.

I wondered if Jack was bragging a bit. I don’t think so. Was he trying to arouse me? I don’t think so, but he did . . . a little. His appearance and demeanor are enough to arouse me. He is ruggedly handsome, without cockiness, and has a very calming voice. But what struck me most was, he didn’t hit on me. I am very attractive (I think), and innocent (I’m positive), and he had an opportunity to try to take advantage of me during a weak moment, but he didn’t (damn!).

My drink came, I took a sip. Jack finished his drink, and asked, “Are you going to drink alone?”

Uh oh, here it comes. “No, I hope not. Would you like another?”

“Yes. I’ll get this one and pay for yours.”

I don’t want to be in a position to feel obligated to him. “No, that’s okay.”

“I insist.”

"Okay,” I said, hoping to eliminate any obligation, “but it will cost you. I want to know who Jack is today. I promise not to put it in the story.”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty . . . four. . . .” I just aged myself a couple more years.
 
“You don’t look a day over eighteen.”

“I know. People tell me that all the time.” I hate clichés, but couldn’t restrain a huge grin, “You saw the waitress check my ID and give me a strange look. Do you want to check it, too? Do I have to be more than 22?”

“No, and no.”

The drink is making me feel brazen. “Let me see your ID.”
 
“I’m 50, much too old for you.”

I looked right in his eyes and raised my eyebrows. “No, you’re not. Aunt Jill is 40, you are both Leos a year or so apart, so you can’t be much older than 42.”

“You got me there.” He is smirking.

“Tell me who the real Jack is. What do you do?”

“I’m ex-military and now working as a senior aerospace engineer. I help put stuff into space that protects your cute little a— . . . protects you.”

That’s the first time I detect he is out of tune. But then, this stiff drink is detuning my own guitar.

“I married young, have a couple of kids . . . almost your age . . . and after about fifteen years our relationship simply disintegrated. It was a life of chaos; we didn’t see things through the same lens—couldn’t sing the same song. After a while, it seemed useless to continue. Our split was mutual. After the kids were old enough to accept it, she remarried. I’m still looking for the right person, someone who can cook eggs over easy. Except for happiness, I don’t have great expectations.

“I just dumped on you everything I could remember about my love and lust for your aunt when we were teen lovers. Other than going into minor details about my military service—Special Ops—and my life as an engineer, and also my failed marriage, there isn’t much more I can tell you in the short time I will be here.”

“When are you going home?”

“After a few more days.”

“That’s too bad. Uh . . . I didn’t mean to say that.”

“Why did you say it?”

“Well, I was thinking I might want to continue this interview. I could use someone with your life’s experiences as a character in a book I’m writing.”

“What kind of story is it?”
 
“I refer to it as a different kind of love story. I’m reconsidering the title, but for now it’s titled Chasing The Dream.”

“I’m not much of a romantic.”

“That’s not what Aunt Jill said.” Uh . . . shit! I really didn’t mean to say that, but Jack smirked and let it pass.

“Besides, it’s not a romance, per se. It’s about a man with a military background similar to yours who also has success similar to yours. He rescues a child, a girl, who was abandoned by her druggie parents. Both he and his wife fall in love with her and want to help her. It’s more like parent-child love.”

“If you want to interview me why don’t you come west, to my turf, for a visit?’

“Uh . . . what would Aunt Jill think?”

“She is going to marry some guy she’s been waiting for. Besides, she’s not your aunt, and it’s not her business.”

“What about your lady friend at home?”
 
“Well, the only thing I know about her is her phone number.”
 
Jack didn’t tell Jill very much about the young woman he’s been pursuing back home; but, he did tell me. From my perspective, she sounds like a gold-digger. When he calls her, she has excuses for not wanting to talk or get together, yet she still gives little hints that she would like to pogue the hone with him. Jack’s words . . . not mine! He told me he is determined to change that, in one way or the other, when he returns home.

Although Jack is not wealthy, he is well off—his million-dollar home, his late-model high-end SUV, and his beautiful blue Lamborghini Huracán convertible are paid for—so he knows he has to beware of gold diggers in his life. He keeps his finances close to his heart.”

“There’s a big age difference.”

He is smirking again. “I’m not asking you to marry me. It’s just an interview.”

“How long can I stay?”

The smirk changed to a big smile . . . as if I already accepted his offer. “Long enough for the interview. If it takes six days, six weeks, or six months, it doesn’t matter. You can stay as long as you want. Come home when you are ready, or—like musicians, we’ll play it by ear.”

I like the musician  part. "If you get tired of me will you be kind enough to tell me?"
 
"If you can cook eggs over easy, there won't be a problem. But, yes, I would not keep you in an uncomfortable situation."
 
“I can’t leave here with you.”

“You can leave when you are ready. It’s better we don’t leave together.”

“Should we get to know each other a little better before we sha— live together?” I really need to learn to control my tongue, or limit myself to one drink.

“Yes. Absolutely. How about dinner Saturday?”

“I’d love that. It will give me a chance to learn more about you.”

“I think you will like what you are going to learn about me.”

With that I have to cross my legs and bounce my leg up and down. Jack notices and presents a sly little smile. I feel a little embarrassment—.

I think it’s going to be interesting being with an older—a much more experienced—man. But then, I’ve never been with any man. I will learn what I want to know; take as much time as I need to learn it; and he will be rewarded with my prize.

And his prize for me will be something I’ve never had before—at least not from a man.

And maybe he will teach me to drive his sky blue Lamborghini Huracán convertible in the beautiful mountains and deserts of SoCal. And maybe we will keep a couple sleeping bags in the car.

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