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[Maid of Marvels]

Toni Moore

Toni slipped her hand into Jack's. Their fingers entwined, they entered the house. Once in, they stood together, feeling quite helpless as Claire sobbed in her grandfather's arms.

Old man Fouree looked up at them. His granddaughter was his pride and joy. Toni could see the emotions swirling across his face as he thought of how to make things better for his Claire. "I'll umm... make tea or something," she mumbled lamely, heading for the kitchen.

Toni's heart hurt. She had never lost a lover, but she knew the pain that death reigned over those left behind by the loss of a loved one. As she tried to busy herself, filling the kettle with water, Jack placed his hand tenderly on her shoulder.

She turned, slipping quietly into his arms as he held her close. Neither of them capable of imagining Claire's loss, yet both fearing what would come of them if they lost each other. Toni tilted her face up, gazing deeply into Jack's eyes as he lowered his lips to hers, kissing her deeply. No words were needed yet there were so many things left unsaid as the lovers embraced, taking comfort in each other's touch.

The whistle of the tea kettle brought them back to the bitter reality of the moment. Toni gently caressed Jack's face as she turned, opening the cupboard to take down cups. "I think we are going to see more and more of this as time goes by, Jack... It's only just the beginning," Toni sighed.

"God, Antonia Moore... What would I ever do if I ever lost you?" Jack asked quietly, echoing her own thoughts.

"You won't, Jack Becker," Toni replied, smiling weakly. "I am yours for as long as you'll have me... Now. Help me get these tea things out into the living room." Jack grinned and slapped her on the behind as she handed him the tray.

Knowing just how lucky they were, Jack and Toni walked back into the living room to see what they might be able to do for their friend.

 

[Yoc]

Frank Jnr

What an idiot he is! All this time, since his father's death really, he has been questioning their relationship. Wondering if he could really be in love with her. Whether life has something better to offer. Whether it is fair to go out with her.

Watching her looking at him, he realises how stupid he is.

Getting up, he pulls Maggie to her feet and fiercely hugs her.

"Hey! What's that for?" Maisy asks, a surprise look on her face.

"Nothing!" Frank grins, a little embarrassed. "What's wrong in giving my favourite girl a hug?"

"Anyway, where do you want to go to eat?"...

 

[Yoc]

Deak

After what seems an age, Deak finds himself back at the Taylor residence.

Letting himself in, he staggers into the living room.

Marie Taylor, on hearing him entering, comes in to investigate.

"Who's there? Deacon?" then she stops when she the state he is in. "Oh my God, Deacon! What has happened?" rushing over and helping him to settle rather painfully into a chair...

 

[Moneytalks]

Maisy

"Nothing!" Frank grins, a little embarrassed. "What's wrong in giving my favourite girl a hug?"

"Anyway, where do you want to go to eat?"...

Maisy smiles. The feeling of love and contentment paramount at the moment. She feels the first droplet of rain on her cheek and looks up startled.

"Sudden change in weather looks like, maybe we could go back to town, the Diner?" She says with questioning smile.

Frank nods and wraps one strong arm around her shoulders as they walk back to the car. Their clothes thankfully partially dry from the earlier sun but they both look as if they've been through the wringer.

"Oh Frankie, I just want to thank you again for bringin me here today... it was perfect, just perfect, I needed this time with you..." she looked down and crouched picking up two perfectly shaped small shells each twirling into a small cone shape. They had been on the sand together like they had meant to be found together. She holds them up to show him and smiles.

Taking his hand she opens it up and places one in the palm of his hand closing his fingers over it.

"And I'll keep this other one... a keepsake... to remember this day by..." she say softly. Kissing him on the lips again before they continue walking back to the car. A few more droplets coming down they dash the last few yards back to the car.

Once inside the car the sky opens up and the rain comes down druming against the roof of the car.

Maisy grins over at Frank Jnr, "made it just in time!" She laughs, looking down at herself and grimacing playful, "as if it would have made any difference to our appearances really..." she giggled.

 

[Moneytalks]

Marie

"Who's there? Deacon?" then she stops when she the state he is in. "Oh my God, Deacon! What has happened?" rushing over and helping him to settle rather painfully into a chair...

"Oh Deacon... do you need a doctor? Should I call for a doctor? What's happened to you??" She was slightly frantic. He winced painfully as she helped him into the lounge chair.

Once he was sitting she looked at his face more carefully. He'd been beaten. She'd never seen someone beaten before but there was no other explanation for the already puffy eye and the puffy lip. She could see the makings of a horrible black eye forming.

"You sit there I'll get you something for that eye..." she ran back to the kitchen and searched the fridge for something cold enough, she found a bottle of soda and wrapped it in a tea towel bringing it back to him. She made him hold it carefully to his eye.

"Deacon... who did this to you?" She asked him softly. Wishing desperately that Edward was with them. He'd know what to do.

"Did you see them? Could you tell the police what they looked like?" She was rambling she knew, but she was just so frantic.

She rested a hand on his thigh and asked again,

"Should I call the doctor?"

 

[faith]

waiting for the light to change....

I had called the OVS office from the flower shop to let Toni know that I would be unable to return today. Rose had said that Toni wouldn't be back in again today but not to worry the list was finished. She'd had time to take care of it...

Grocery shopping had been a nightmare. Eveytime I went it seemed the list of rationed items grew. I hadn't been to the store for a while so I was able to stock up on some "luxury" items. A little grin played around my lips. I never thought I'd ever see eggs as a luxury. As I looked in the rearview mirror at the full bags, I silently groaned. I hate putting up groceries..

One last stop to pay bills. then it's home...

Just as the light changes the passenger side door swings open, a fair haired stranger slides into the seat. I feel something poking me in the ribs. I look down. With shock, I realize there is a gun resting against me. I raise my eyes to his. They are the most beautiful shade of blue I have ever seen. At the same moment it registers that I had never imagined eyes could appear to be so cold. I am at a loss. I don't know what to do. Overwhelming fear invades my soul.

In a low. well modulated voice, and with only one word, he takes control of my world....

"Drive"

 

[Tornado]

Oberleutnant Hermann Weiler

"Drive"

The light turns green and the woman accelerates. Weiler breathes for the first time since getting into the vehicle. He studies his new hostage. A beauty, a classic beauty that the Nazi can appreciate even in a moment such as this. He reaches up with his left hand and grips her tightly by the back of the neck. She barely flinches. Weiler can not help but feel a measure of respect for her, whoever she is. Her outward demeanor is complete calm. The only evidence he can detect of her inner turmoil is her tightly pressed lips.

"Do you know who I am? Have you heard about the submarine? If you have then you know that I am a desperate man. I have already killed in this town and I will not hesitate to kill you if you do not do exactly as I say. The only way you can stay alive is to take me somewhere safe, somewhere that I can plan my escape. Do you know of such a place, Frauline?"

 

[SexyChele]

Claire

I look up as Jack and Toni enter the living room with the tray. Toni pours a hot cup of strong tea and hands it to me before pouring herself a cup. I sip the strong brew, and begin to feel its warmth seep through my body.

I take a deep sigh, and glance up at Gramps - a worried expression on his face. I take his hand and place it softly against my cheek for a moment.

Looking at Jack and Toni, I smile feebly.

"Thank you both for what you've done for me. I truly appreciate it. But you both must have other things to attend to. Toni, I know you have the dance tonight? And Jack - what about work? I'll be fine. Probably take a nap, maybe feel better."

"You sure you gonna be ok, kid?" Jack asks.

"Yeah. Hey, us New Englanders come from pretty tough stock, you know?"

I try to smile at my own joke, but I feel my lips start to tremble.

"Really you two, I'll be OK. Toni, I'm still gonna try to make the dance tonight. I think it's what Jeremy would want. Can't promise, but I'll try."

As they stood to leave, I smile up at them.

"Really, I'll be OK!"

 

[captainb]

Chief Talbrut

Earl ate the sandwich without tasting it. He weighed options, discarded most, and with a sigh settled on being message bearer. The MPs weren't being forthcoming on their leads, and he realized the town was no longer under his control. He'd catch up with John soon enough. But now he had a grim task, one that never grew easier no matter how many times it replayed. On top of that was the news about the Yorktown. The world suddenly seemed a grim place.

The wipers slapped half-heartedly over the windshield as he drove to Maggie Sinclaire's apartment. The OVS office had said she wouldn't be back in today. Earl chewed impatiently on a toothpick. He didn't have much doubt as to what Andrew had been doing in Sophie's apartment. The town had been rife with whispered speculation about Andrew and Maggie's relationship for quite a while. Still, this ugly mess was descending into scandal too, and he sure didn't want to be responsible for that. The body had been whisked to the coroner's office, and Earl had asked him to keep quiet about its identity, for the time being at least.

No one answered his knock on her door. No telling where she would be on a day like this. Probably shopping or something. He remembered she had a beach house a bit out of town, but there didn't seem much sense in her being there during this rain. Earl stepped outside and glanced up and down the street. He'd try again later this evening when she'd be home. Climbing back into the squad car, he drove to the Tradewinds Bar. Time to figure out where everyone was located, maybe get some new information.

 

[Yoc]

Deak

He notices his stepmother placing a hand on his thigh.

"Should I call the doctor?" she asks him.

Despite the way he looks, the pain has started to dull.

"No..it looks worst than it is." he replies. "I should be better in a few hours."

"Well if there's anything I can do." she offers.

"Well..I could do with a bath."

"I'll run one for you." Marie gets up and goes to leave the room.

"There's only one thing, Mom." adds Deak.

"What's that, dear?"

"I may need some help getting in." says the boy, keeping his face deadpan...

 

[Yoc]

Frank Jnr

They sit in the car as the heavens open up. Within seconds, the windscreen is completely obscured by rain.

Looking over at his girlfriend, he sees her smiling back at him.

To him, being inside the car with Maisy, sheltered from the driving rain, it feels like they are in their own private world. Everything else seems so far away. It feels cosy.

While he is away, he will often remember this moment.

He leans over and gives her a kiss.

"I want to give you something." he whispers.

Pulling away, he grasps the ring on his right index finger.

Maisy immediately recognises it.

"That's your father's Signet ring."

"I know," replies the boy, "I want you to have it."

Shaking her head, Maisy puts the palm of her hand up.

"Frank, I can't take it. I know how much that ring means to you."

With a bit of effort, Frank manages to slide the ring off. Turning round to face her, he offers it to her.

"Yes the ring does mean a lot to me. But so do you. I really want you to have it."...

 

[Moneytalks]

Maisy

...

 

[Moneytalks]

Maisy

With a bit of effort, Frank manages to slide the ring off. Turning round to face her, he offers it to her.

"Yes the ring does mean a lot to me. But so do you. I really want you to have it."...

Maisy is overcome. She looks down at the ring that has never come off Frank's finger since his father's passing. Now gleaming in his palm as he shows it to her.

She shakes her head.

"Oh Frankie... Frankie... I just... I just couldn't, shouldn't... I... I..." Tears prick her eyes as she tries to comprehend the depth of feeling behind this moment.

She looks up at him. Deeply into his eyes. Trying to decide what to do. His sweet, handsome, earnest face looks back at her.

"I want you to have it Maisy, I want to know that you have it, that you'll think of me when you look at it, that you're taking care of it for me until I get back..."

"Oh Frankie!" With a cry that expresses her love and joy.. she flings her arms around him exhuberently and kisses him a million butterfly kisses all over his face.

He laughs at her excitement.

"So... you'll take it then?"

"Oh yes Frankie YES! Thank you! I'll take such good care of it... I ... I love you so much!" Her eyes are bright with unshed tears as he places it on her palm.

She looks down at it for several seconds.

"I may have to get a necklace to wear it on... unless..." She tries to slip it on the thumb of her left hand. It's a loose fit but secure enough.

"I'll get my grandmother's chain from mom... she was going to give it to me for my 21st birthday anyway... I'm sure she won't mind if I wear it earlier..." she smiled at him.

"Thank you Frankie... this means the world to me... and so do you!" She grins.

"And now... you may feed me!" She says with mock haughtiness presenting her newly bejewelled hand to him as if she were the Queen.

Laughing, Frankie takes her hand in his.

"As M'Lady commands..." he kisses her fingers and still chortling he starts the engine.

 

[Moneytalks]

Marie Taylor

[B"There's only one thing, Mom." adds Deak.

"What's that, dear?"

"I may need some help getting in." says the boy, keeping his face deadpan... [/B]

Turmoil is written plainly on Marie's face as she hears these words.

She remembers instantly the discomfort she felt apon Deacon's actions earlier in the morning. Instantly she regrets remembering this seeing he is clearly in pain. She is worried for him. She tries to forget the earlier episode. This wasn't the time to bring it up she realised.

After what seemed like a life time she managed a pained smile.

"That's okay dear, I'll help you... I... I just wish your father was here, he's so much better at dealing with situations than I am..." She patted him awkwardly on the arm and left the room to fill the bath.

Upstairs she sat on the edge of the bath and turned on the taps. Testing the water temperature carefully with her finger tips, her mind had time to wander.

This last job Edward had with the government had taken much longer than he'd originally planned. The war was taking it's toll on every household, yet sometimes Marie wondered if Edward wasn't too eager to take the longer trips, the harder jobs.

He was suppossed to be back today... now she wasn't even sure when to expect him. Her lip trembled slightly as a sense of intense lonliness overwhelmed her.

"Mom?" Deacon's voice filtering through from the living room. Abruptly she brushed away the tears that threatened to fall.
"Yes Deacon... I'm coming... your bath is almost ready..." She called down to him as she added a few salts to the bath to help his aches. She dried her hands on her apron and hurried down stairs to him.

Looking at him again she was taken aback by his cut lip and bruised face, they seemed so much more horrific now. Shaking her head with evident concern she helped him out of his seat.

"Deacon, you must talk to the police after your bath... or at the very least tomorrow morning... whoever did this to you has to be accountable..." He winced as she used her arm to hold him around his waist. Together, slowly they made their way upstairs. It was very hard going, he leaned heavily onto her and she was struggling with his weight.

Finally they made it to the bathroom and Marie realised he needed help even undressing. Putting on a blank face she carefully unbuttoned his shirt and helped him out of it, followed by his t-shirt. Her fingers trembled visibly as they started to unbotton his jeans but her face was stoic.

His hand rested on her shoulder as she was forced to crouch so that she could pull his jeans down for him to step out of. She turned away.

"I... I think you should be able to do the rest by yourself..." she stammered.

"Mom?" His voice was suitably soft and uncertain.

Marie turned back and Deacon's face was a picture of defenseless pain. With a sigh and a wry smile at her own squeamishness she shook her head.

"It's okay Deacon... okay... let me help you.." She pulled down his underwear and kept her face averted carefully. Looking steadfastly away from his nether regions she again supported him as he stepped gingerly into the soothing heat of the bath water.

He groaned as the heat and the water seeped into his body. He sank into the water and leaned back. Marie was overcome by his face. With his eyes closed he looked so innocent, so young. She brushed away his fringe already damp from the steam of the bath.

She picked up the sponge and soaped it up, gently washing the blood and dirt from his face and neck. Her maternal instincts undeniable.

 

[Yoc]

Deak

Deak lays in the water, his eyes closed. The hot water feeling good on his aching limbs.

He can feel his stepmother using the sponge to first wipe his face, then his neck before progressing onto his chest.

"Oh thanks, Mom. This feels so good." he sighs.

Despite his injuries, the boy finds himself becoming aroused. His cock rapidly expanding into a towering erection, its head easily clearing the surface of the bath water.

"Oh my!" his stepmother exclaims, obviously noticing his condition. "I-I better go."

He feels her hand move away, dropping the sponge as it did so.

Immediately opening his eyes, he grabs her wrist, holding it gently.

"D-don't go, Mom. Please!" he says in a small voice. "I-I don't want to be left alone. Please?"

Even as he implores her to stay, he gently pulls her hand down towards his aching erection...

 

[ariosto]

Jack

In the cab on the way to the shipyard, Jack holds Toni's hand. Claire's loss has brought them closer together in a very real way.
"I'd kiss you but that Cabby up their is watching us like a hawk." he said under his breath.
Toni leaned over and whispered in his ear,
"We look very much like saboteurs don't you think? I don't blame him." The accompanying swirl of a pink pointed tongue, made Jacks ear and Jack shudder.
Toni rubbed her hand along his thigh and watched as Patterson's grey buildings slipped into view.
"Jack it's almost 2 now. And we both get off at 5, why don't we take a quick run out to Maggie's beach house. She wants us to see it. and we'd have plenty of time before I have to be at the Club."

"Sounds good to me doll. You gonna pick me up? You got the points for gas?"
Jack stepped out of the open door and leaned back inside to give Toni a kiss.

"Just enough."

He looked at her a moment.
"Let's do it then!"

He winked, turned and walked through the gates.

 

[faith]

Yes, I knew who he was.

His black and white picture had been on the front of every newspaper edition in the area on the day he was captured. His hand on the back of my neck felt so warm. Then he began applying pressure as he spoke...

I had suffered Andrews abuse long enough to know that I didn't want to be anymore alone with this man that I already was. I needed to take him someplace where there were people....armed men. Near the plant...or the docks...not someplace secluded...

My eyes rested on the papers that lay between us for only a moment. It was a moment to long...

What do we have here? he asks as he releases my neck and reaches to pick up the utility bills. I panic...despite the threat...despite the fear...for a moment I lost it. I reached for the papers. Our hand closing over them in the same instance.

He could clearly read the address which was between our hands.Ah Maggie...you really don't want to do this His voice was almost filled with humor for just a moment.
"Here...Here to your home...this address...This is where you will take me. Laying the papers down, he rests his arm along the back of my seat. His hand toying with my hair.

"Es tut mir leid...Bitte, stuertz mich nicht...I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me." I couldn't help the whispered plea...

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Bette

Bette hung up the phone. Ordinarily she would be thrilled by the prospect of seeing John again, but the sadness in his voice had pierced her heart like an arrow. “I’m pretty low right now,” he had said. No wonder, with the German on the loose.

Her eyes widened a little. The German!

Thoughts of Davy immediately flooded her mind. The miserable kraut had taken the boy hostage once, would he try it again? Her hands shook and she pressed them tightly together. Good God, she couldn’t go through that again!

Bette took a few deep breaths and forced herself to calm down, to think about what Davy had said he’d planned to do today after finishing his paper route. After a moment, she remembered, and relaxed. He had said that he would go next door and compare trading cards with Bobby McGuire, his best friend.

She picked up the phone and dialed the McGuires. Helen McGuire picked up after two rings.

“Helen, honey, it’s Bette…Oh fine, thanks, and you?…That’s good. Listen, is Davy in the house right now?…He is? Okay…No, no, he can stay…Oh, so you heard about the German?…Yes, isn’t it awful?…Oh, I’m sure they’ll catch him…Does Davy know?…Uh huh…No, he wouldn’t be scared…Yes, that’s why I called. I guess it’s a good idea for everyone to stay indoors until they catch this guy…Okay, Helen. Thanks, hon. Bye.”

Bette hung up the phone, feeling a little better knowing that Davy was safe. There was just one more thing to do before she could start lunch.

Quickly she made the rounds of the house, locking the back door and all the windows. Then she went to the front door and made sure that both locks were in place. Both the front and back doors were made out of sturdy oak. There was no way that kraut was going to be able to kick his way in – not unless he had legs like Man O’War, she thought with a chuckle.

With the house locked up tight, she returned to the kitchen and set the table. Since there would only be two, she thought it would be nice to eat at the smaller, more intimate kitchen table rather than the stuffy, more formal dining room table. Plus, they wouldn't have the pictures of Frank Sr. staring down at them from atop the china cabinet.

As she opened up the tin of Spam, she giggled, remembering the incredulous tone in his voice when he asked her what it was. Well, he was going to find out. She wondered if he’d like it.

 

[ariosto]

carmody

John came in at the front door, looking like a man with serious business on his mind.
At the sight of Bette, his dour aspect changed instantly and she saw him visibly relaxing.
"A drink John?" She said after a quick kiss and a hug.

"No Bette, I've already had my quota for the day."

"Was it bad?"
She turned and tried to pay attention to the sizzling spam on the stove.

"It's never easy to tell a girl her lover is dead."
Bette stopped, remembering a day not long ago, when John had told her that her husband had finally died that morning.
She sensed John moving behind her, and looked out the window at the incredibly blue sky trying to make her mind as empty and clear as it was.
His arms went around her, locking over her apron. She felt his head lean on her shoulder. She reached up and stroked his cheek. He hadn't shaved this morning.

"So much death already.", his voice seemed weak, for the first time Bette thought he sounds like a sixty year old man.
She turned in his arms and took his face in her hands.
"Kiss me John."
He did, a long kiss. A kiss that quickly turned to passion. He was suddenly hard, hard against her and in desperate need.
Bette responded, pressing herself against him, The Spam forgotten in the frying pan.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Bette

As soon as their lips touched, the world outside Bette Moore’s kitchen dropped away and became unimportant. The only thing that mattered was John’s embrace. It was just like the old days: long, deep kisses, arms tight around each other’s waists, and the evidence of his desire pressing against her. Take away the aroma of frying Spam and this might have been the beach house all over again. His hardness excited her, awakened her own need, and she shamelessly pushed herself against him. Their tongues touched, wrestled, and lashed each other until Bette felt faint from the onrush of sensations.

When they finally broke apart, they were both panting harshly as if they had just finished a sprint race. John’s face was a bright pink, and there was a hungry, desperate look on his face that she hadn’t seen in many years. “Bette,” he said. His voice was hoarse.

A sizzling sound behind them caught her attention. The frying pan! She tried to disengage herself from his embrace. He wouldn’t let go. “John – I have to get the Spam.”

He uttered a laugh that sounded like a bark. “To hell with the Spam!”

She laughed at that, reached up and touched his cheek. “I know, darling. I want you too. But we can’t burn the house down. Let me just turn it off. It’ll take two seconds.”

He laughed again and released her. She turned to the stove and turned off the heat under the frying pan. She was moving it to the back burner when suddenly she felt John’s hand on her rear end. He stroked her buttock, then gave it a little pinch. “Oh!” She flinched slightly and giggled.

He sidled up behind her, rubbing her bottom, and then his hands moved to her hips. She caught her breath as his lips brushed the nape of her neck. Shivers raced through her body. The pan wobbled in her suddenly shaky hand.

“Bette,” he whispered into her ear. “Darling. I need you so much.” His hot breath tickled her ear, and she shivered again. Goosebumps broke out all over her body.

The pan clattered onto the stove. She whirled to face him, offering him a mock-stern expression.

“John Carmody,” she said. “What a naughty fellow you are.”

“That’s why you love me,” he replied, grinning.

She chuckled and reached for his hand. “You're right,” she said. “Come upstairs with me and I'll show you how much.”

 

[Tornado]

Oberleutnant Hermann Weiler

A tremor passed over Weiler's chiseled features. How long had it been since he had heard a beautiful woman speak his naked tongue. It felt like it had been years. It had been. Hermann drew upon his discipline in an unsuccessful attempt at keeping emotion out of his voice.

"You speak German. Very good, but I would prefer that you do not talk just now. Later, yes later, you will have to speak when you answer all my questions, Margaret."

Despite his best efforts, the words came out husky.

The drive seemed to take forever and the automobile shot out along the ocean. Finally, Maggie pulled the car into the driveway of a house on the ocean.

"Pull the car around back."

The house was isolated. Weiler relaxed a little. He opened the passenger door and climbed out. Pointing the gun into the interior of the car, he said, "Margaret, I want you to climb out through this door."

The elegant woman struggled out of the automobile. Keeping the gun trained on the woman, he retrieved his satchel and closed the door. The rain had stopped and the Nazi flipped his trenchcoat over the hand holding the gun. To the casual observer, they would look innocent enough.

"Now, quickly Margaret. Tell me what I am going to find inside. Will there be servants? And be careful. A lie could get you killed."

 

[Moneytalks]

Mrs Marie Taylor

"Oh my!" his stepmother exclaims, obviously noticing his condition. "I-I better go."

He feels her hand move away, dropping the sponge as it did so.

Immediately opening his eyes, he grabs her wrist, holding it gently.

"D-don't go, Mom. Please!" he says in a small voice. "I-I don't want to be left alone. Please?"

Even as he implores her to stay, he gently pulls her hand down towards his aching erection...

Marie Taylor feels Deacon's hand holding hers and pulling her closer to... to... she couldn't even comprehend a name for it.

Why wasn't she leaving? Why didn't she say something? Do something? This was wrong. Very wrong! Her mind screamed at her yet she seemed to be watching outside of herself as her hand moved steadily closer to the throbbing evidence of his arousal.

With some difficulty she reminds herself to breathe. When the tips of her fingers brush against the silky warm skin of him she jerks herself away finally.

"Deacon... please..." she says, her voice shaky as she shakes her head as sternly as she was able.

"This is... this is inappropriate... I think... I think you can finish up here by yourself..." she stands quickly wiping her hands on her apron. She is visibly uncomfortable as she avoids his eyes.

 

[Yoc]

Frank Jnr

Frank drops off Maisy in front of the Diner.

"You get the drinks while I park the car." he says, handing her some money.

"Okay, but don't be too long." she says, as she kisses him. Then she's out the car and into the Diner.

He watches her for a second before getting tooted by the car behind for him to move...

 

[Yoc]

Deak

"I'm sorry! I don't know what made me do it.", his face blushing, his hands trying to hide his arousal.

He notices that though she objected a moment ago, she has not left the bathroom.

"Oh yes I do know!" he suddenly counters. "I-it's just that you are so beautiful. At times I just can't believe that you are my stepmother and, and, sometimes I just get confused."

"I just don't understand why Dad is always away. If you were my wife, I would never leave your side."

I gently reaches up and touch her hand, the action causing him to grimace with pain.

"I'm sorry if I offended you. I don't know what I would do if I did. You mean so much to me."

He looks at her, his eyes glistening wetly, as if he is about to burst into tears...

 

[Moneytalks]

Mrs Marie Taylor

"I'm sorry if I offended you. I don't know what I would do if I did. You mean so much to me."

He looks at her, his eyes glistening wetly, as if he is about to burst into tears...

Marie bits down on her lower lip finally looking into Deak's eyes as she notices the emotion evident behind his unshed tears.

She swallows and kneels down again by the bath.

"Deacon... Deacon... " she shakes her head with a sigh... "I... I appreciate what you're saying... I... I know it hasn't been easy for you coming to our home and trying to make a place for yourself. I hope you know how much we all love you. Maisy adores you and you know your dad is trying his hardest to care for us all... I... I'm glad you felt you could be honest about your feelings... we'll... we'll try and work this out okay?" She can't help but reach out to gently carress his cheek. He seems so vulnerable to her now.

She feels mortified that she had thought what she had earlier. Sometimes Deak seemed so much older than his years but she had to remember what a traumatic life he had lead... and how hard it must be for him starting a new life in a family that was already established without him. She had to be more considerate.

She smiles at him now.

"Don't worry... you haven't offended me... why... I guess... it's quite a compliment really... a young man like you thinking an old woman like me attractive." She laughs softly shaking her head in wonder at it all.

"Listen... you can finish up here right? I'll go down and fix us some tea and toast... we'll sit by the radio and make a day of it..." she smiles warmly at him.