All My Sins

An addiction

Marshall knew he was taking advantage of some cruel fate. But he could no longer differntiate between the sick feeling in his stomach that came with and without her. He was loosing his mind, feeling more like another person than the man he was trying so desperately to become.

He became another person when it came to her, a disgusting person. The person that he already felt living at the core of his being. He believed she could somehow rather teach him. She was becoming a muse the deeper their conflict became, and he could not get enough of it.

He became another person at their front door step as he waited for Jillian Doc surely to answer. His blood thickend and his mouth watered, like a fox sneaking into a hen house.

"Mr. Mathers, to what do we owe the pleasure?" Jillian leaned on her hip in the doorway, the maintained fragrance of their home somewhat familiar to him now.

"You can call me Marshall, Mrs. Doc." He pulled his lips into a coy smile.

"Call me Jillian, then." She smiled in return, two pairs of greedy, mischevious eyes gazing into each other, with similar and yet different intentions.

"Ah, actually I came by because - " He began before she interrupted him.

"Please come in, it's too cold out here." Her fingers curled delicately but firmly round his elbow.

Even if he didn't know the story, didn't know what happened, he felt reason to resent Jillian. Taking advantage of the woman's manuevers and not so subtle desires, it didn't matter if it would get him to Maureen.

"Maureen's teacher Mrs. Vincent was in today and brought this for her."

"God, I guess everyone's heard about what happened." She sighed carelessly as she lead him into the kitchen, finding herself turning at the liquor cabinet.

"How's she doing?" He asked, presumably knowing better than she might.

"Oh she's fine. Been taking complete advantage of this time off, slept in till noon for the second time this week." She giggled, setting a glass down before him.

"Hopefully it'll do her some good."

"Like she's not 'resting' most of the time." Jillian's lips already pinching the rim of her glass, as she poured Marshall his. He wondered if she had just been waiting for company to have a good reason to start drinking.

While Marshall sipped red wine with Jillian, he wondered where she was. Wondered if she might have heard his voice and refused to come down.

Fearing that he would have to leave the little gift behind without seeing her at all made him anxious, and so he indulged in the drink with her mom.

"I've gotta be honest, without Maureen the class actually feels dull. I haven't been at this school very long and I'm also new to the profession," He lied through his teeth and the aftertaste of wine, "It's good to meet a student like her." Though it was all an act, it was the aftertaste of its truth that tasted so foul. Marshall felt that he was too deep in to let that guilt get in his way again.

"Well, I will say that makes me feel better considering she's missing so much school over this." Jillian leaned over the countertop where he sat on the opposite side, a cue that it was working.

So he said, "Must be really hard on you, Jillian." Even being the experienced, mature woman that she was, considering herself well-rounded in the art she recognized sexual activity to be, she really was dazzled by his charm. Whether it be his accent, his after-hours facade still clad in plain but professionally, handsome clothes... She would eat it up while it was infront of her.