Page 27 of Tommy Gabrini: All Fall Down
“Nope. They’re on the offs again. She’s seeing this boy named Owen though.”
“After this vacation I expect her to focus far more than she’s doing. She keeps going from job to job. And man to man by the way. She needs to decide what she wants to do and to just do it.”
“She will,” said Grace as she sat her lingerie on the dresser and then began heading for the bathroom. “I’m in the shower,” she added as she walked.
Tommy watched her tight brown ass head for the bathroom, and just watching her made him go hard again. So hard that he got up, went to the bathroom and peed, and then got in the shower with her.
But before long he was inside of her again. And they were at it again. It was quick, but it was no less intense than their other rounds.
And only after that, after Tommy had Grace against the shower wall and had poured inside of her all he had left to give, even down to the last drop, did they finally get around to taking that shower.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Thomas Gabrini, Junior, called TJ to everybody that knew him, cooked a big platter of bacon, scrambled a half-dozen of eggs, and made toast for the family as he filled up his plate, and his baby sister’s plate to a lesser degree, and sat them on the breakfast table. Then he looked at his sister as she answered text messages on her phone. “Who was the genius that said it was okay for babies to be text messaging first thing in the morning?” he asked her.
Gianna Gabrini, called GG to everybody that knew her, looked at her big brother. “You text message all the time,” she said.
“That’s because I’m a teenager. I’m grown compared to you. You’re still a baby. Whoever heard of babies text messaging?”
“I’m no baby.”
“Yeah right. Put the phone away and eat your breakfast. I didn’t slave over that stove for my health.”
“Daddy told you about using the word slave like it’s nothing. Daddy said our ancestors died for us to be able to eat this bacon.”
Tommy grinned. “Not his ancestors. He’s white.”
“But our ancestors were slaves because Mommy’s black. And we’re half-black. But my friends don’t believe you’re my brother because you’re as white as Daddy.”
“I may look white like that, but I’m black.”
GG grinned. “No you’re not.”
“I am. I identify as black. Which makes me all-black.”
“It’s that easy?”
“Yes it is.”
“So if I identify as Jewish, then I’m all-Jewish?”
TJ frowned. “What in the world does Jewish have to do with what we’re talking about?”
“They were slaves too.”
TJ rolled his eyes. She was too smart for her own good! “Just put that phone away, Baby Carmine, and eat your food.”
GG didn’t like it, but their parents had already got on her case about not obeying TJ. Destiny she could understand. Destiny was a full-grown woman now. She was thirteen years older than GG. But TJ was only five years older than she was. He was still a kid too. But she didn’t make the rules. She put away her phone.
TJ sat down and they began eating the breakfast that both of them loved. Especially TJ. He had a game that Saturday afternoon. He ate like a horse.
But when GG and TJ saw their father enter the kitchen alongside their mother, they both jumped from that table. “Daddy!” GG cried as she ran to him.
“Daddy!” TJ ran to him too.
Although they totally ignored their mother, Grace was fine with that. Their father had just gotten back from a business trip and they’d hadn’t seen him in days. But they always had Grace with them. She smiled and headed for the kitchen. Nothing warmed her heart more than the close-knit relationship her children had with their father.
Tommy picked up GG and TJ wrapped his arms around his waist. “I was so happy this morning when I peeped in and saw you in bed with Mommy,” TJ said. “I thought you didn’t come home last night.”
