Altogether unusual

A little more time

"She doesn't make a statement. She is a statement."

I jump up when I hear my door opening wide, a wild haired Eve entering with no further ado. Did she even knock? I guess not, my sleep is never too profound. Unless I have a nightmare, but today it's not the case.

"Clarisse? Were you still sleeping?" She asks as if I am not in bed naked with what I presume to be a very tangled, mess of a hair. Naked? Shit! I pull the covers up a little, though I was as decent as anyone could be under the given circumstances. "What happened last night? I cannot find Jonathan." I see her eyes falling on the obvious lump under the covers. He didn't leave? Ah, God damn it! I thought he would.

Her stance changes and I think she's embarrassed at this point. "I... I have to go home. My father called."

"Is there something wrong?" I ask panicked.

"No, no. I guess he's just alone and wants me home." She says, her eyes wondering the room.

"Ok then. I'll come down in a few and we'll talk this over breakfast." I suggest, hairs rising up on my body as I feel Jonathan's hand sliding between my thighs and drawing circles near my... oh!

"I'll be down in the kitchen then." She finally agrees and leaves closing the door a little too hard.

"Jonathan! We have to get up? You fell asleep here." I say uncovering his curled head. He squints his eyes at me, clearly bothered by the sudden light. His hand is not bothered at all, though.

"Just as we finish the job at hand." He says just as his head goes between my legs.

"No, Jonathan! Didn't you hear? Eve wants us to go home." I try pushing his head away.

"I have a more pressing matter, Clarisse. If I don't get this done with," he gestures towards his erection "I won't be able to walk all day. Not to mention that I have programmed morning tongue calisthenics." He says with a devilish grin, dipping his head to start his exercise. And he is good! But practice makes perfect. So. Damn. Perfect.

I think we manage to get downstairs some 40 minutes later.

"Morning!" Eve chirps. "I have tea ready. Clarisse, will you start on the toast?"

"Sure thing. So, how will we do this? When do you want us to leave?"

"Yeah, Eve, what is that all about? We were supposed to be here for two more days." Jonathan asks as he takes out the frying pan.

"Father needs me home. I've been talking to the car rental company. I told them I have to get home, so I'll just leave the car at the airport."

"You want to take the plane? But we got here by car. Are you sure there is nothing wrong with your father?" I can see Jonathan is worried now.

"Yes. He is fine. I just don't feel like driving such a long road."

"Which means I have to come with you by plane. The car is rented in your name." Jonathan replies a little taken aback.

"Yes, exactly. Is not like you'll miss that money." There is something definitely wrong with Eve today. I mean, we all know Jonathan has money, but he never throws it in our faces. And it is not like Eve to consider his wealth as a fault. It's not a fault, nor a virtue. But I don't meddle in their exchange. It's their issue, not mine, so I keep busy with making breakfast, taking over the eggs and cutting some tomatoes. I let my mind wonder on more pleasant grounds, like my work at the saloon. There is a lot waiting for me when I go back. Jeremy is happy I'm staying. I already told him and he promised he'll help me find a good place to live in, if I'll have a hard time doing that.