Missionary Position Ch. 02
Date: 29.01.2010Keywords: 02, Position, Ch., Missionary,
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"(Dedicated to my Bubbles.)"
Sue was able to use the e-mail facilities at the training centre two or three times a week. She and Larry had arranged to use a couple of anagrams, as code, in their communications. So, Larry fully understood what his sister meant when she thanked him for the 'nicest' time they had spent together. And a couple of weeks later, when she mentioned that there was no sign of the 'insect' they had been concerned about, he knew what she saying. She was telling him that their incest had, apparently, not produced the baby for which they had hoped. She phoned him, a week later.
"How are you, dear Sue," he asked.
"I'm just fine, thank you," she answered. "The weather is good, too."
"And have you done the pregnancy test, yet," he asked, more in hope than expectation.
"Oh yes, that's all in hand," she answered, cautious lest anyone should be listening to her end of the conversation.
"So, was it positive or negative?" her brother asked. "Are we to become parents or not?"
"Oh no, there was nothing to it," she told him, "I shall be going out East in about five weeks time. I'm sorry, but with the need for security, I cannot say exactly where."
"All right, my dearest love," Larry answered, sadly, "keep in touch."
He threw himself into his work, leaving as little time as possible to stew on his sister's news. She was, after all their efforts, going off to be a missionary. Nothing, though, could take away the sense of loss. His lover was being wrenched away from him. Sundays, which had always been their special day together, now became the worst day of the week for him.
As the days and weeks went by, he slowly learned to live with a feeling of numbness. Nothing and no-one seemed to help, so he was more than pleased to accept his parents' invitation to spend Christmas and New Year with them. Perhaps a break, away from the scene of his passionate week with his sister, might alleviate some of the pain.
He bought presents, packed a case and travelled down to Brighton on the Sunday before the festive week. At least the roads were not too crowded, so he made good time. His mother, Penelope, was evidently watching for his arrival. She came rushing out to meet him, giving him a hug and a kiss.
"Laurence, my dear," she greeted him, "Glad you're here, safely. Good journey? How was the traffic? How are you?"
"Good to see you, too, Lady Penelope," he replied, using the nickname he had used for his mother ever since they had watched 'Thunderbirds' together, when he was a lad. "I'm well; the traffic was steady; the journey as easy as ever. How's Dad?"
"Oh, he's fine. He's out for a few minutes, but he's waiting to take you to the match, this afternoon. He has to work a couple of days, next week, then he's off until New Year. We broke up, yesterday, and I don't have to go in until January 5th. So, we should have plenty of time together."
"All right, I'll take my case up to my room, then wait for Dad."
"Do you need anything to eat?" his mother asked.
"No thanks," he replied, "I stopped on the way for a snack. What are we having dinner, tonight?"
"I didn't think you would have much," she told him, "so I'm preparing Shepherd's Pie. I thought you would like that."
"Oh yes! I love it, anyway, but your recipe is special!"
Larry took his case and his laptop computer to his room and began to unpack. When he heard his father come in, he stopped and hurried downstairs.
His father greeted him with a hearty "Hello, lad!" and there was the usual hug and backslapping. "Good to see you, boy. Trust you're well? How's business?"
"Good to see you too, Dad," his son replied. "Yes, I'm fine, thanks. Business is doing well. In fact, I've brought my laptop just to finish off a project. It'll only take about half a day, though. I'm here for a rest! Now, you're taking me to the match, I hear?"
"Yes, as soon as I get my cold-weather gear on. So, wrap up as warm as you can!"
And so it was that, some four hours later, two cold and hungry men returned to the house. The smell of dinner cooking was tantalising, so they quickly took off their outer clothing and made for the dining room. When they got there, Penelope was just bringing plates of hot food in.
"Was it a good match?" she asked.
"Local derby, we were playing Bournemouth, so it was quite exciting," Anthony, her husband, replied, "we were a goal down after ten minutes. It looked like we were going to lose, then our new man scored just five minutes from time. So, we scraped a draw. Now, we're both starving!"
She told them to tuck in and they needed no second bidding. Both men accepted the offer of seconds, even though they knew there was a sweet to follow. Half an hour later, having also polished off good portions of trifle, everyone was satisfied. Larry helped his mother clear away and wash up, and then all three sat down to an evening in front of the TV.
On Sunday, they all enjoyed the luxury of a lay-in. In fact, none of them did much more than eat, rest and watch TV. Of course, the two men helped Penelope as much as they could, figuring she deserved as much relaxation as they did. As the day drew to a close, Tony said that he wanted to get an early night, as he had to work on the Monday, but Larry opted to stay up to watch a late film.
When Larry got up, the following morning, his father had left for work and his mother was sitting watching TV, having already completed her household tasks. She offered to get breakfast for her son, but he insisted that she rest since he could easily cope. He brought a bowl of cereal in and joined her on the sofa. The programme finished and she turned the set off.
"Do you have any plans for today?" she asked.
"Yes, I have a project to finish off," he told his mother. "I don't like to bring work with me, when I come here, but this is for a good client. I promised him I tried to get it to him before the New Year so, the sooner I get it done, the sooner I can forget work and relax. That's unless you have anything you want me to do?" he asked.
"Oh no!" she lied. "You carry on." She wanted to have a serious chat with him, but it would wait.
Larry took longer than he had anticipated completing his project. It was late afternoon when he eventually sent it off to his client. Too late for his mother's serious chat, so she engaged him in light conversation until Tony arrived home. She finished dinner preparations and served it up. Afterwards, they settled down to watch more of the Christmas programmes on TV. There was nothing that any of them wanted to see after the later news bulletin, so they all got a fairly early night.
The next few days were a round of food, drink, parties and more food. Our family hosted one party, on Boxing Day, and was guest on each of the other days of the holiday. With the promise of dieting, once the New Year was over, everyone indulged themselves and fed well. Some drank enough to regret it, on following days.
On the following Monday, Tony went into his office to work. He was expecting to go in for two days and then have the rest of the week as holiday. This gave Penelope the opportunity she was seeking to speak with her son. She sensed that all might not be as well with him as he was portraying it to be. Once he had finished breakfast, he came and sat with her on the sofa.
"So, how are you, really?" she enquired.
"I'm fine," he assured her. "Why do you ask?"
"I think you're putting up a front," his mother informed him, "and that everything is not fine, as you would have us believe."
Larry knew she would ferret out the truth out from him, eventually, so he gave in, hoping a partial truth would satisfy her. He told her, "I'm missing Sue. We were pretty close ('In more ways than one!' he thought.) and now she's halfway around the world. I can't even talk to her on the phone, and e-mails are very sensitive - when she can send them."
"And just how close were you two?" she asked.
"Oh, you know," he hedged, "we had dinner together, every Sunday, and she stayed at my place for her last week before her training. We shared a lot in those last few days," he added.
"What sort of things?" his mother insisted.
"Well, plans for the future, that sort of thing," he said.
"Anything more than that?" she asked.
"Like what?" her son queried, blushing slightly at his thoughts.
His mother knew him all too well and quickly picked up on his unease. She lowered her voice, as if someone else might hear, and suggested, "Something of a more physical nature."
He blushed deeper and tried one more lie. "I'm not sure what you are suggesting."
"Oh, I think perhaps you are," she told him. "Earlier in the year, while she was here on her own, Suzanna told me something in strict secrecy. She said that she had feelings for you that were neither normal nor natural. And that if she couldn't sort them out, she would have to go somewhere to get away from you."
"And did she tell you what those feelings were?" he wanted to know.
"Of course," she answered, "she told me had a strong desire to be much more than a sister to you. She said she wanted to sleep with you, to have sex with you. And did it happen?" his mother asked, pointedly.
There seemed to be no evading the issue, so he said, simply, "Yes."
"So, are you going to tell me about it?"
He told her the whole story. (Readers can find it in 'Missionary Position ch1.')
Penelope took a deep breath and said, "I see -- and now you are missing your shagging partner - "
"Mother! Language!"
"Don't take that righteous tone with me!" she told him. "You're not Mr. Squeaky Clean, are you?" When he did not reply, she went on, "The question is, what are we going to do about it? Any ideas?" He sat there, saying nothing, so she said, "Just staying there, for a few minutes."
He watched her walk out of the door and heard her go up the stairs. He sat alone with his thoughts, listening to his mother moving about in her bedroom. After a few minutes, everything went quiet and he wondered what she was doing.
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Keywords: 02, Position, Ch., Missionary,