Orchard Flower (Version Charlie)
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The brandy was good. It was very sweet, so sweet that a small
glass lasted me half an hour. Lynne took bigger sips, and
took them more often and by the time I poured my second glass the
bottle was a third empty.
I think she regressed, at least partly. She was thinking
about her own Prom night, and what happened in the back seat of that
car, but it was being overlaid with later memories of the same
activity. She got horny and the brandy got her loose.
"My daughter is probably in the back seat of some car right now," she
slurred blearily, staring at her wrist, where she usually wore a
watch. She wasn't wearing it that night. "She's
probably having sex with Langston right this MINUTE!" She got
agitated and then relaxed. "Who names a boy Langston
anyway? That's a silly name!" She looked at
me. "She showed you her panties, Bob! On PURPOSE!"
I knew she was tipsy, and that it was the alcohol talking, rather than
Lynne. I mean it was Lynne talking, but the alcohol had
something to do with it. You know what I mean.
"I was honored," I said carefully.
She looked around, somewhat blearily. "I just hope she hash
ash good a time ash I did." She looked at me and smiled
brightly. "You wanna half a good time too, Bob?"
She leaned dangerously, but recovered.
"You look tired," I said. "You want to lie down?"
"With you?" Her voice went up in concert with her eyebrows.
"Are you trying to get in my pants, Bob?"
"No," I laughed. "Not while you're drunk, anyway."
"I'm not drunk!" she said, her voice very dignified. "I'm
"Well not while you're in-n-n-nebriated, then," I said smiling.
"Of coursh not," she said, swaying a little. She looked at
her glass. It was half full. She tossed off
everything left in it and smacked her lips. "You're too much
of a genn-a-menn to do that!"
She looked at me owlishly. "Dammit!" she said, and then
giggled. "Oops!" she said, wide eyed, apparently as she
thought about the rather gentle curse word she'd just used.
She stuck her fingers in her ears, then pulled her hands to her eyes
and covered them, and finally covered her mouth, giggling all the while.
"Come on," I said, standing up and reaching for her hand.
"Let's get you to bed."
"Finally!" she said loudly, standing up and then falling back
down. She made an obvious effort to stand up again, and then
promptly bent over and peered at my zipper.
"It dussn't look hard to me, Bobby. What's wrong with
it?" Instead of standing up and looking at me, she just
craned her neck and looked upwards.
This was a side of her I'd never seen. Her innuendo, if you
wanted to call it that, was obvious and WAY overboard. The
brandy had affected me too, though not anywhere as much as
Lynne. Had I been sober I might have thought more about what
she was saying, but in the same way one drunk thinks another drunk is
funny, I just chalked what she was saying up to the booze.
What that means is I didn't try to take advantage of her. I
concentrated on just trying to take care of her.
I got her to her bedroom by half carrying her. Her arms were
around me and she was humming, not quite singing. I didn't
undress her or anything like that. I just got her on the bed
and draped the bedspread over her. I stood up and her head
rolled to let bleary eyes peer at me.
"You're not naked."
"Nope," I said happily.
She lifted the bedspread and looked under it.
"I'm not naked either!"
"Nope," I agreed.
"How can I show you my panties if I'm not naked?" she asked, sounding
"You can show them to me later," I said. "Go to
sleep. You're drunk."
Her head rolled back. "Not drunk," she said softly.
"Don't go," she said.
"You need to sleep," I told her.
"Not alone," she mumbled. "Tired of alone."
Had I not drunk any brandy, I'd have left. I'm not saying I
was drunk, by any stretch of the imagination, and I'm not blaming it on
the booze. It's just that, in my current mental condition,
the idea of staying was pretty attractive. It would have been
attractive anyway, but that brandy tipped the scales toward the
decision to stay.
I kicked off my shoes and laid down on the bed beside her, getting
under the bedspread. It was uncomfortable with my arm under
me, so I wiggled it under her, which kind of put my shoulder where she
could use it for a pillow. I didn't hold her or anything like
that. It was really quite innocent. I didn't even
have a boner, which was surprising. It just felt good to be
there, because I knew she wanted me to be there.
And, to be honest, I was tired of alone too.
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