Page 40 of Intangible
“By the way, the idiot tore the stitches in his side, taking a swing at me for my comments. I stapled him together this time. Tell the dumbass he screams like a girl, will ya?” With the hint of a smile, Jay pulled away from the curb.
Walking back into the house, Thayer stopped in the doorway to watch a very left-handed Memphis in bed trying to eat scrambled eggs with his right hand.
“Here,” she said, taking his fork away. “You look ridiculous.” Plopping a generous portion of egg into his mouth, she took the opportunity to catch him off guard. “So I understand you tore your stitches out acting like a dick.”
“Huh-uh,” he said around his mouthful of food. When he had successfully swallowed it, he added, “No, no. It wasn’t me being a dick. Look what he did.” Pulling down the sheet, Memphis showed her not just the staples now holding his wounds together but two farther up on his pectoral muscle. Thayer laughed at the extra staples. “It’s not funny. They hurt like hell. Fucking asshole,” he grumbled.
“Yeah, he’s an asshole. But I like him.”
“Yeah, me too,” Memphis agreed with a grin.
The day crept by as Memphis rested. Thayer kept herself entertained as long as she could, but by the hundredth round of solitaire even she became restless watching him sleep. They both agreed if they stayed here much longer, with Miss Beulah feeding them continually, neither one would fit through the door soon.
One of his foster sisters, Hettie, breezed into the house that afternoon. She hugged Memphis until he finally grunted in pain. Making a note of their sizes, she blew out again with the remaining cash Knox had given them to find them some clothes, promising to return for dinner. After school, the house filled up with kids of different ages running around. This time, when Jay walked through the door, they both welcomed him with relief.
“I talked to your friend. He has something he is following up, but he said he would be here tomorrow morning. He had me pick up two burner phones for you.” He tossed the phones at Memphis. “I made arrangements for you to use Randall’s loft as long as you need it. It has steel doors and security cameras, so it’s as secure as I can find. I can take you there after dinner.” Jay examined Memphis’ gunshot wounds. “I see you got the extra staples out.”
“If I wanted a nipple pierced, I would find a professional. Not some quack calling himself a doctor.” Memphis smirked at Jay. “I’m thinking about filing a malpractice suit.”
Jay turned to Thayer, “You know I will happily staple that mouth shut for no extra charge.”
“But that mouth is so talented,” Thayer popped off without thinking. The men stared at her for a minute.
“Ohhhh!” they both shouted with a high five. Thayer could feel the red race up her face. They were both looking at her, laughing, when Miss Beulah breezed into the room.
“Boys, are you ready for dinner? Come on sweetie,” she said, taking Thayer’s hand. “I don’t know what they’re carrying on about, but you don’t want any part of it.”
“Too late, Miss Beulah. Sounds like she’s already had a big part of it,” Jay hollered as she was led out the door. She grew even redder hearing them laugh behind her as Jay helped Memphis get out of bed. There was a large group of people assembled around the table by the time Memphis gently slid into the seat next to her.
“Just so you know,” he whispered into her ear. “I’m really looking forward to using those talents again real soon.” He ran his tongue up the side of her neck, making her both blush and wet simultaneously.
“Memphis! Is that appropriate at the dinner table?” Miss Beulah yelled at him from the head of the table. Thayer looked up in time to see Jay fighting a grin. Leaning over, he whispered something in Ben’s ear before he broke out in a grin, too.
“No, ma’am,” Memphis answered, slowly pulling Thayer’s hand under the table. Resting it on his lap, he rubbed her hand against his cock. She could tell he was hard as a rock. With a smirk, he looked at her in mock exasperation. Thayer couldn’t tell if it was the painkillers Jay had him on, but she was happy to see Memphis looking a little better.
“Miss Beulah, they don’t have their hands ready to pray,” a small voice next to Ben said. Memphis and Thayer immediately brought their hands above the table. Ben grinned to Jay as Memphis tried to adjust in his seat.
“Hey, Miss Beulah. I’m sorry that I’m late. Did I miss anything?” Shaun said, coming in the door.
“Just Memphis trying to get a dry rub under the table,” Jay snickered.
“Oh, my God,” Thayer whispered, staring down at her empty plate.
“But don’t you have to have a big piece of meat to dry rub it?” another small voice asked. A strange keening sound started to come out of Ben as he desperately tried not to laugh.
“Yeah, Memphis, don’t you have to have a big piece of meat for a good rub? We’d hate to waste a perfectly good rub,” Shaun asked, joining in with a smirk. Memphis answered by flipping them all off.
There was a gasp from one of the younger girls. “Miss Beulah! He’s not supposed to do that.”
“I know, sweetheart. After dinner, we’ll line them all up for a bar of soap,” she answered calmly.
“Oh, come on, Miss Beulah. When has Memphis ever showed up with a girlfriend? You know we have to bust his chops a little,” Jay said with a wink.
“You know, Jay, you’re right. I don’t remember Memphis ever having a girlfriend to speak of,” Hettie said.
“See, not a manwhore,” Memphis quipped at Thayer.
“Oh, you were a complete manwhore, you just never brought one home,” Hettie added.
