Nobody's Fool

The Move

****Meme’s POV****

Ok, so I wasn’t ready for him to show up so early yesterday, but thank goodness I wore something to sleep in instead of going Au ‘Natural like normal. My nightshirts are hideous and I would have hated for him to see me in that. At least the top I had on held my frontal decorations up a bit more than when I’m completely naked, but not much. I hate having a 44G cup size, and once he’s paying me all that money the first chance I get I’m seeing one of the wonderful plastic surgeons in Vegas to find out how to get them smaller and perky again, without removing the n*****s. I am glad that I bought a few new bras that hold them up better than my old worn-out ones. (In case you’re wondering why I call them frontal decorations the reason is simple. Ain’t nobody playing with them so they are simply on my chest as decorative features. I put them on the shelf, my bra, and take them down to clean them before putting them back up. Many look, but no one touches.) He helped me with putting my cup/glass collection into boxes while taking pictures of the furniture I wanted to take along. Some pieces were old, but family heirlooms to me and he said he knew someone in town who could restore them back to looking new without destroying the “oldness” of them. I kinda understood what he was saying, but mostly I was trying to control my desire to kiss him again. He looked so yummy today, in a sleeveless t-shirt and tight jeans, which showed ALL his muscles. I had to remind myself constantly ‘I’m just his employee.’ When he left to get his brother from the airport, I was able to catch my breath. I made sandwiches with the last of the bread I had in the house and tried to use up as much of the snacks as I could so I wouldn’t have to worry about packing half bags of chips. They came in and gave me huge hugs right off the bat, my mom would love them since she’s a hugging machine. After we ate, the girlfriend, Anna Lee, helped me finish up downstairs, while the guys headed to grab more carriers for the cats to ride in. Jonathan had told me that his vet was already aware of his 4 new fur patients and they had an appointment for full work-ups the day after we got to Vegas. I told him that I couldn’t afford that, but he insisted saying it was a perk of working for him. He also wanted to make sure his little dogs would be ok around my cats, it seems there would be times when he was out of the country and I couldn’t go that he would need me to watch over them. I was cool with that since my cats could jump onto a countertop or something high to get away if need be. 

They had everything planned so that we could leave the next morning after the movers came and the cleaning crew were done. The guys had beautified my lawn along with the hedges in front of the house and they had moved all the furniture I couldn’t donate or take to the curb, which I joking said would be gone by the morning. It was! They showed up to help me corral the cats before the guys came to take the boxes, bookcases, love seat, and misc. tables to the truck. The cleaning crew came in soon after and within the hour everything was sparkling. I had told my older brother that if he wanted to move over here he could since his house was a hoarder’s wet dream thanks to his ex-wife. He and my youngest nephew grabbed some of their clothes and headed over. I had left the futon and queen-sized bed along with sheets for both in the house so that they wouldn’t have to risk bringing any roaches over with theirs or buy new beds. JD had helped me get all the data I wanted off my computer and onto his laptop since Jonathan had already told Drew to get me a new state of the art desktop for the new house. He knew that I was a writer and wanted to make sure I could access my stories with lightning speed. We all piled in the SUV after I gave my bro and nephew hugs goodbye and they told Jonathan they would kill him if anything happened to me. I volunteered to drive since I had more experience at it than any of them. The plan had been to get a hotel for the night, but JD said something about the one he looked at only had 2 rooms that were pet friendly and he didn’t want to sleep in the same bed as his brother, so I kept driving. I told them they should get some sleep that way if I got tired one could take over. We stopped to get food and take care of my babies in the back for about an hour and both guys offered to take over but I shut them down telling them how I would drive anywhere between 21 – 23 hours to see my ex in Canada after working all day depending on the weather conditions. So, this trip was nothing to me, besides I love driving at night with fewer cars on the road. JD and Anna Lee were in the backseat thinking about napping after we ate and Jonathan was in front playing with the radio trying to find a station before giving up and switching to SM radio rather than listen to static. So, when Daughtry’s “Over You” came on I couldn’t stop myself from singing along with feeling. Then Pat Benatar’s “Hit Me with Your Best Shot” played next I was lost in music dancing, as much as I could while driving, as I sang along to it and the next 5 songs, which were Def Leppard, Journey, Madonna, Back Street Boys, and Meatloaf. When a song came on I didn’t know and I stopped singing they all started clapping. Oops, guess I woke the backseat up. “Meme, your voice is so good. Jonathan, Drew calls dibs on singing a duet with her. I sent him a video of her was singing “Not a Dry Eye in the House” and he is itching to get her in a studio singing with him.” JD told us. “Not gonna happen, if he wants to do a duet with a girl he can sing with Linda. Meme is mine.” Jonathan stated emphatically. Hearing him say it like that instantly had me turned on and ready for action, especially when it was combined by his hand reaching over to take mine to kiss my knuckles.

Anna giggled in the backseat and took JD’s laptop out to work on something on f*******:. I asked her not to upload the video JD took, since I was self-conscious about singing, even though I had done it at my church many times when I was younger. She promised it would stay in the family and not end up on-line. I went back to driving with the radio turned off and JD declared he was going to fall asleep. Jonathan asked me, “Are you sure you don’t want to stop for the night somewhere? I’m sure I can find a place along the highway we can get rooms so the cats can be freed for a time.” I shook my head and said, “We can let them run loose in the car after the next pit stop. They will find someone to cuddle with and be fine for the rest of the drive. It’s too hard to catch them when they get free in a hotel room. Plus, the guys driving the moving truck aren’t stopping and I would like to get there about the same time as they do. Don’t worry, if I feel tired I will ask one of you to switch with me. For now, just lean back and try to get some rest we have enough gas to get another 300 miles before we have to stop to refuel.” He nodded and took my hand from the gear shift where I automatically rest it to put it on his leg under his. His eyes closed as he leaned the seat back a bit and put his ball cap over his eyes to block out the sun. Anna and I were the only two awake in a matter of 30 minutes, we had to hold back the laughter at the sounds of the boys snoring. I could see in the rearview mirror she still had the laptop opened and quietly asked her what she was looking at. She told me that she got curious and pulled up one of my favorite stories “Return of the Legendary Lycan” and was reading it. She commented on how she could almost picture the scenes as they were described in her mind and that the way it was written would make it easy to turn the whole story into a movie or something. I admitted to her that the reason I had the whole thing on my computer was that I had actually written it under a pseudo name, Becky S. David. I gave her access to my k****e account, so she could see the other books I published under that name. She finished it rather quickly and started “Changing Places with Yourself” next. Soon she had finished that as well and I gave her the password to unlock the folder of my complete work JD had copied, including the entire “Pornstar” series I did on Chapters. By the time she got to a juicy scene in the first one, JD was waking up and she told him to study that chapter because once they were home she wanted to act it out and see if it was physically possible. “EWWW! Virgin ears, here. Please don’t say things like that around me. I don’t need to know what will happen in Vegas.” I joke with her as she passes him the laptop. “Wait, you’re virgin and you right like that?” she questioned. “Close enough, I’ve only been with 3 guys and only one kinda knew what he was doing. The other two were complete duds and a waste of my time. I write how I would like for things to happen, but sometimes my fingers have minds of their own and my characters seem to take over changing what I planned to write into something much wilder than I thought I could ever imagine. Just wait ‘til you see the pregnant porno scene in “’Phil’ed up by a Pornstar” and you will understand how I work on pure imagination. I have no experience with most of the positions I use in the stories including the “Reverse Cowgirl”.” I admitted. “Which ones have you tried before?” she asked curious to find out what I was capable of for Jonathan’s sake. “Laying on my back with my legs around the waist. I’m too large for any of the puny guys to do anything else. I did try to straddle my last ex’s lap while he was sitting on the couch, but he complained that I was ‘squashing’ him so I had to move.” I confessed. “That asshat! Tell me where he lives and I’ll go kick him for you.” she offered, genuinely mad at him on my behalf. “It’s ok, he was a cheating bastard and I’m glad not to have to deal with him ever again. Karma will come back and bite him where it hurts one day.” I soothe her ire. By now, the gas tank was at ¼ and I started looking for a station to pull into to fill it back up, where I could stretch my legs as well. We had been on the road for over 7 hours now, not counting the break a few hours before for lunch.