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Auteur: Rausse Davenport
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Luke

I had called Sarah Jo after my shift at the station. She said the doctor’s appointment had gone about like she expected, and her dad needed to take better care of himself. She also said she was going to try to back off, because micromanaging him wasn’t working very well for either of them.

“You should call the girls. Get Gracie and Layla and Maggie to go out tonight. I’m tending bar, and it’s 99 cent margarita night.”

“I think I’ll do that. I owe Maggie a drink for checking on Dad the other night anyway. I’ll see if Ryan can look in on him. That’s a great idea, Luke. Thank you,” she said.

“I wish I could take you out myself. But since I can’t, you can at least get some downtime to have fun. Even if it’s without me.”

“You’ll be there slinging drinks. Maybe I’ll leave you a tip,” she said.

I felt good about getting to see her later, even if we did have to act like nothing more than old friends. She’d be happy and laughing with her friends. It was good to see that, to see her carefr
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  • Knocked Up By My Brother’s Best Friend   010

    The amp hummed softly as Aden flicked it on and plugged in the bass. I had never really thought much about the bass. Mostly because of the two-chord stylings of most of the bands I knew. Aden set me straight in a hurry, actually playing chords and riffs, making something that sounded like a much deeper guitar. A couple of lines of which put me in mind of Motorhead or even Joy Division. Peter Hook was widely regarded as redefining how the bass was played in a rock context, making it the main melodic instrument. Several Joy Division songs didn’t really have much in the way of guitar, if at all. Guitarist Bernard Sumner exclusively played synthesizer on “Love Will Tear Us Apart.”Just as my heart and pussy were beginning to melt, unsure I could be any more attracted to Aden than I was right then, he clicked off the amp, gently replacing the bass to its stand and swooped me up into his arms.Overjoyed, I thought for a second that he would carry me to the bedroom, but, apparently, he could

  • Knocked Up By My Brother’s Best Friend   009

    CamillaI barely got back to the apartment building before Aden. I did my best to be patient, giving him time to get settled after I heard his car pull up, identifiable by Dante Street Massacre blasting from the sound system, and his door opening and closing.Holding on as long as I could, I went over and knocked on his door, after taking a breath. A breath which caught again as soon as I saw Aden, standing before me wearing only jeans. He had his T-shirt in his hand. Strong, rippling abs and chiseled pecs were all I could see. The sight kept me from even being able to say hello.“You just caught me changing, come in.”I admired the view as I walked inside and sat at the kitchen table as my crush went to the bedroom, returning a few minutes later, unfortunately fully dressed in sweats.“What’s for dinner?” I asked, trying to get my heart rate down.I honestly wasn’t expecting much. My primary male role model growing up was Cooper, who was so culinarily unskilled he probably couldn’t h

  • Knocked Up By My Brother’s Best Friend   008

    AdenDespite Camilla’s clumsily erotic interruption, I still managed to get to work on time. After my shower, I got dressed in what was clean outfit—looking very much like I did the day before in a slightly different black shirt and jeans—and hustled down to the ground floor. Sliding the heavy metal disc into the aged CD player before setting off int morning traffic, I couldn’t actually hear Wicks brother among the heavily overlaid vocals. What I could hear sounded really good overall. The new guitarist seemed to ease into the fold quite well.Head-banging my way all the way down the freeway, I had almost forgotten about the office drama going on with Cooper and Camilla. I really liked Camilla and would have been with her if I could, but whenever I thought about it, I remembered the insanity that my best friend brought to the table. That would just give me a stress headache. There were times I was happy to have been from a fairly regular family.A graphic display of the siblings’ dram

  • Knocked Up By My Brother’s Best Friend   007

    No sooner did my ass hit my chair than the new guy, Carlos, hired the other day to do storyboards for a new campaign, also visible from my desk, seemed to go into something of a panic.“What’s up, Carlos?” I asked, inching into his cubicle to see if I could help.He looked up at me wide-eyed. “I can’t find the tag-sheet,” he gasped. The guy was a little high strung.“The what?” I asked, keeping my voice down.“The outline that the copywriters did up listing the most important beats of the new campaign, I had it when I left this morning. Or at least I thought I did.”He was going through the papers on his desk in such a crazy way I figured he was making them more unorganized than they were before. Not finding anything there, Carlos turned to another stack, almost knocking over his coffee mug into the first pile.I grabbed it before a drop could spill.“You don’t have it on your computer?”Erratically, he shook his head. “I asked for a hard copy so I could mark on it, codes and stuff.”

  • Knocked Up By My Brother’s Best Friend   006

    CamillaSunsets are a cultural phenomenon. Painting, photographs, and metaphors abound surrounding the lowering of the sun on the horizon, casting pink across the sky on a good day. However, sunrises, in my humble opinion, didn’t get nearly enough respect. It could partly be because most people aren’t awake to see them. Or, if they are, it tends to be under less than pleasant circumstances.I had always been an early riser. I’m not sure why. My internal clock must have been set differently. No matter what else happened, I always woke up to see the sunrise, happy and refreshed. I was one of those mythical “morning people” one hears so much about. As such, I could run almost any model of coffeemaker with my eyes closed.The machine set, I started on a full breakfast fry up with a fresh fruit accompaniment. Most of it was done before the coffeemaker clicked itself off, leaving a pot of lovely, black happiness. Setting out plates and silverware on a tray like an old-world Duchess, I serve

  • Knocked Up By My Brother’s Best Friend   005

    Camilla shifted her weight to one side, bring my attention to the short shorts she was wearing. Her long, perfectly shaped legs looked lickable.“Ryan is very generous.”I didn’t know that, but it didn’t surprise me too much. He basically had his net worth stitched into the front of his bespoke Italian suit.I sighed. “Why aren’t you living with Cooper?”“I have a steady job now and need my independence. I can’t have Cooper bursting in with a bucket of ice water whenever I bring anyone home. I’m a grown-up now, in case you hadn’t noticed.”She flipped around and strolled towards the kitchen, giving me a clear view of her heart-shaped behind. It was barely contained in the jeans material of her shorts. Little hints of butt cheek kept flashing at me as she walked — perfectly round, squeezable butt cheek.“Oh, I noticed,” I snapped, feeling flustered. “Though, just a tip, ‘grown-ups’ tend to use the term ‘adult.’”As though on cue, Cooper came up with another load of boxes to add to the

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