Jack and Jill

It was the day that Jack had been dreading. His birthday. He was 18 today. He had to leave the only home he had ever known, Old George Orphanage. Once an orphan had reached the age of 18, they were no longer able to stay. It was time to spread their wings and see what the world had to offer. However, Jack wasn't the only orphan being thrown out in the world today. His best friend, Jill, would be right there beside him. Today was also her birthday. 18 years old today. They'd been at Old George for as long as either could remember. Neither Jack nor Jill knew much of their past. Hell, they didn't know who they were or where they'd actually come from. Hence the names, Jack and Jill. Names given by those who raised them as they'd been inseperable since they'd met at Old George so many years ago. Their teacher, Ms. Summers, hugged them both and stuffed a few dollars into their hands before she saw them off. A tear in her eye. She'd basically raised Jack and Jill from toddlers to young adul

It was busy. However, Jill was a natural. Men were fighting for her attention all night. They were certainly surprised by her appreance. They'd only ever seen Edward behind the bar at the Pour House. Therefore, Jill had certainly captured the attention of the male patrons. They'd order a drink and flirt with her in the process. Jill took it all in stride. She smiled at each as they ordered their drinks and would quickly serve them and move onto the next. Jack worked hard to keep up with the flow of traffic. He'd grab empty glasses, wash and rinse, as well as take a damp rag to the bar top when needed. He was impressed with Jill. When able, he'd glance at her and watch her work. Regardless of how busy she got or the attention she'd receive, she never lost her composure. She was in her element. Edward watched his two new employees work. He knew he'd made the right decision hiring them both earlier in the day. He was finally able to take a step back and relax now that he had help. This

Jack sat back on the bar stool. His eyes were big. He ran his hands through his brown hair. Did he hear Mr. Gibson correctly? He was Henry Kingsley? No! He was Jack. He's always been Jack. This was impossible! Mr. Gibson must be wrong. He must have him confused with someone else."Mr. Gibson, I'm sorry, but you must be mistaken. My name is Jack. I grew up at Old George Orphanage. I'm no Kingsley descendant, I'm sure of it." Mr. Gibson politely smiled at Jack, "I know this is unexpected. To be given such news at such a late hour after growing up at the orphanage for some many years. Your grandfather, Lord Kingsley, never stopped his pursuit looking for you."Mr. Gibson took a breath before he continued, "But I do assure you, it's the truth. To find out after all this time you'd be staying at the orphanage after your grandfather's own name. It's unbelievable. We've already ran the tests, you are Henry Kingsley."Jack looked astonished, "What tests? How? What are you talking about?"Art

As Jack returned to the small room at the back of the Pour House, Jill was already awake. She was in the shower, singing to herself. Jack stopped and smiled to himself. He couldn't see Jill through the shower curtain, but he could make out the shape of her body. He watched her. He watched her dance and move her body as she showered, singing. Jack could make out the curves of her body. She had quite the impressive chest, a slender midsection and a nice round bottom. Jack took it all in before he gathered himself. What was he doing? Jack have a not so subtle cough, letting Jill know he was back in the room."Jack!" Jill screeched. She stopped singing immediately. Her cheeks turned red. She was highly embarrassed. How long had Jack been inside the room? She turned the water off and reached for her towel. She wrapped the towel around her body and poked her head from behind the curtain. "Jack, how long have you been here?" Jill quizzed Jack.Jack smiled back at her, "Just long enough."