Confessions of a Wanton

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"This is, hands down, the best fucking food I have ever had." I said trying not to stuff my face, failing miserably. Just like everyone else. Mabels laugh is sweet, ringing through the nights air with glee. Her eyes shiny, Cheeks rosy with pride.

There hadn't been enough room at the bar for everyone, so we'd ventured to the back yard to sit in the grass. Tiki torches left behind from the last owner we found in the shed, they'd pulled them out and lit them. The backyard looks great in the firelight.

Damien had said they'd known the last owner and the previous owner had partied here, often. He didn't mention if he'd been partying too, or if he'd been the police officer breaking it up.

He also said I shouldn't sleep in that bed. I hadn't planned on it, but now I'm glad I'd showered after my phone call.

There are sliding glass doors in my bedroom leading to the backyard. (Yes, locks on those too. I like to think if I break the glass to escape the sound will wake me, but I know from experience that the sound of sliding doors do not.)

A little deck right outside the room with a porch swing attached, prefaces a back yard of bright green grass. It's quaint. Pretty. I actually liked it. Could be because it's comfy as hell.

If I didn't have a penchant for sleepwalking I'd love sleeping in it.There's no fence in the back yard though. Only a tree line, leading into a forested area.  I haven't slept outside since that last night with my unit. I'd probably wake up in the neighbors house with a gun to my face if ever do sleep outside.

Yeesh.

Damien insists that I not sleep on the mattress, the porch swing, or outside. Adamant that whoever had owned the house before me had, well I just wouldn't wanna know. Dammit my curiosity is the kind that kills. I do want to know. Badly. I'd told him I plan on sleeping on the couch inside anyways.

Mabel had looked shocked while Damien and Roman had stopped eating to take the mattress off the frame and brought it into the back yard. They stomped on it. Muddying it. Making me keep my promise. It had been a comical sight.

They advised my burning it. Like, now. Mabel scolding them the whole time, saying they shouldn't be doing that with other people's property. Damien retorted that he'll bring over a mattress for me a little later. He has a spare in his guest room.

I don't think I've laughed this hard in years.

Little Mabel reprimanding two big men who aren't listening, is a sight to see. They're playfully teasing her about being a mom to everyone, watching her get flustered and then softening the blow by saying something nice.

Teasing her incessantly. I can tell they all care for one another, are very close. It makes me ache a little to see it.

I need to reset my priorities. I'm getting too close. But these burritos are heavenly. I take it back. Mabel isn't a St. Bernard. She's a freaking golden retriever. Archangel of doggies in heaven.

"I think I'm in love." I state, teasing Mabel with the guys. Perhaps teasing them too. "Mabel you have to stay with me. Love me back and feed me."

Roman growls, pulling his wife closer as I gulp down the last of the delicious morsels. I even lick the bits of sauce off my fingers. Maybe a little slower than I want, feeling Damiens eyes watch the movement of my tongue. I even saw him gulp out of the corner of my eyes. Sweet baby corn, the man looks good enough to eat.

I'm so dang stuffed though my stomachs distended. I pat my food baby happily. Not wanting sex for once, I feel so sated. Damien laughs, watching my antics, doubling over before he sat back with his plate against the porch. Resuming his conquest to eat at least 5 burritos. He's making headway, currently devouring his 4th.