A Tabled Affair

Happy Monday, Folks! I hope you had an enjoyable weekend and are all rested up for the workweek. I am gearing up for finals week in my Management class. Meh, that's boring information though. I have more exciting things to talk about than a Masters Program and college coursework. Yuck!

How about this…are you ready? Really really read? Story Orgy's Lee Brazil has created a Facebook page for his Truth or Dare series. Yay! I'm stoked. Head on over and "Like" the page. You don't even have to wait in line.

And now for this week's prompt story. Since I wrapped up a 6-part story last week, I am beginning a new tale. This week's prompt story is titled A Tabled Affair and includes three prompt terms – sweat, police station interrogation room, and masseur. I hope you like it and the scrumptious picture selected by Jade Basier. *Sigh* She's the bomb-diggity!

When we finish this story, we'll hop on over to the other orgiasts's blogs and see how they were inspired by the prompt terms. Just hold my hand and we can go together. And now, I'm going to put it on the table for you. C'mon…let's go…

A Tabled Affair

Damian never claimed to be perfect, but he knew he never wanted to make the same mistakes. He always said that if he was going to make a mistake, it would be a brand new one. Not a repeat of a time before.

Sitting in a room full of ugly ass mother fuckers is not my idea of a good time. Every two weeks I have to–

"Damian Sadan."

Damian stood, taking off his ball cap. As he turned to walk in the direction from which the voice came. I better just keep my mouth shut.  "Well it's about time. I've been waiting for over an hour."

Dammit! Why couldn't he show some restraint?

"You put yourself here." The lady in the doorway narrowed her eyes. "I didn't." The graying pompadour held its shape as she shook her head, in irritation, all but one curly strand which fell loose to one side.

Damian's hand gesture resembled that of a crosswalk guard.  "Whoa. I'm sorry Ms. Feagley."

"Damn straight you're sorry. Now, come on. Let's get this done. It's past my lunchtime."

Ms. Feagley led Damian down the hall to her office, peering at him over her glasses with beady eyes. 

She raised her brows so high Damian thought they might disappear into her hair. "You know the drill."

"Yes ma'am." Damian sat in the chair nearest the door, studying his probation officer from across her desk.

She sat down gracefully, folded her hands on the desk, and then stared in silence.

Oh shit. This can't be good.

Ms. Feagley exuded more confidence and strength than anyone Damian had ever seen, with the exception of his mother. And that's exactly who Ms. Feagley reminded him of.

Unwillingly, Damian's mind drifted back to his childhood, a time when his mother was still alive and fighting for her life. "Fucking cancer." Damian mumbled.

"Excuse me?" Ms. Feagley snapped back.

"Nothing. I'm sorry." Damian felt red-hot heat wash over his face.

"Why are you here, Mr. Sadan?" The same beady eyes held Damian's attention.

"I'm on Probation. This is my last visit."

Ms. Feagley's jaws clenched and Damian thought lasers would shoot from her eyes at any moment. Then she continued, short and choppy. "On probation. For. What?"

Damian fidgeted with the seam on the pant leg of his blue jeans a little, then with the back of his hand he wiped the sweat that had trickled to his brow. "Possession of marijuana."

Ms. Feagley's jaws continued to work overtime as her stare intensified, causing Damian to slump down in his chair. But he didn't take his eyes off of her. The last time he did that she hit her keyboard and the keys flew everywhere.

Ms. Feagley lightly tapped her pencil on her notepad, glanced at her folder, and then back at her notepad. "Go on."

"Ms. Feagley, I've been really good. And I don't–"

Bam!

Ms. Feagley's hand fell heavy to her desk. "You don't listen very well. That's what you don't do."

With one swift motion, Ms. Feagley removed her glasses, stood, and sat on the edge of her desk. With the earpiece of her glasses in the corner of her mouth and her squinty eyes glaring just a foot away from Damian's, all Damian could do was sit there, caught like a deer in headlights.

What. The. Fuck. Is this lady doing?

"Damian, do you remember the story you told me the first day you walked into my office?"

"Yes ma'am. I'll never forget that story either. I was in the police station after my arrest. They had me in the interrogation room and scared the living daylights outta me."

A smile crept across Ms. Feagley's face. The tenacity in her voice gave way to the gentlest tone. Once again, Ms. Feagley reminded Damian of his mother, how she was just days before she passed away. "Mr. Sadan. You're free to go. If you feel like you're forgetting your story, give me a call. I'll remind you." Then with a widening smile, she extended her hand with a business card wedged between her fingers.

Tears welled up in Damian's eyes when he reached out for the business card. For the first time, he felt the love in that woman's heart. And the touch of her hand was as soft as silk.

Ms. Feagley gave a gentle squeeze and said, "Go, Damian. And be good."  She released Damian's hand, stood and turned. But not before a tear fell from her eye.

Damian's words hung in his throat. He stood to leave and mouthed, Thank you. Putting on his ball cap, he quickly turned and left.

***

Damian rubbed his hands together as a mischievous smile crept across his face, his eyes widened with anticipation. He pulled the handle on the tinted glass door and entered.

"Good afternoon, Sir. Sign in and I'll be right with you." The handsome young man with dark brown hair and bright blue eyes glanced up and continued to type, his finger strokes smooth and deliberate.

"I have a 3 o'clock appointment." Damian signed the sheet on the clipboard and sat in the corner next to the window and a gorgeous fiddle-leaf ficus.

After some time of flipping through magazines, Damian looked at his watch. What the hell. It's 3:15. He walked up to the counter, tapped his finger on the sign-in sheet. "Excuse me…" Damian paused to read the name tag "Danny, I had an appointment at 3 o'clock. It's now 3:15."

"Ah yes. I haven't forgotten you…" Danny stopped to look at the sign in sheet. "Damian. But my records show that Mauricio's 3 o'clock appointment is for a Mr. Swingtime. I was simply giving him time to arrive before giving up on him."

Damian smacked his forehead and chuckled. Of course! Dammit.

Danny's bewildered expression was almost enough to embarrass Damian, but not quite.

"Danny, I'm sorry. Apparently, the mix up is entirely my fault. You see, I'm Mr. Swingtime." Damian thumped his chest lightly with the palm of his hand. "I wanted to surprise Mauricio." 

"Oh really." Danny's brows knitted together as his eyes narrowed.

Oh shit. He's none too happy. 

"Danny, if my 3 o'clock didn't show, I'm going to run and grab a bite to eat. Do you want anything?" A man's voice bellowed from the hallway.

"Actually Mr. Morisey, you have a client here to see you now." Danny quickly replied, but his intent stare never wavered. "Mr. Morisey will see you now. First room on the right." Danny's icy gaze could cut Damian down as he pointed over his shoulder with his pencil.

"Don't worry about lunch, Mr. Morisey. I'll order you the usual." Danny's tone carried an unyielding spirit.    

"No onions please. Thanks."

The voices flew past Damian from either direction as he proceeded down the hall. He stopped just outside the first door he came to. Mauricio Morisey, Maurice. No…Maury.

"Have you sent­–"

"Mauricio Morisey. How the hell have you been?" Damian stepped into the doorway, catching Mauricio off guard.

"Never mind, Danny! He's here." Mauricio's voice lowered to a whisper. "Damian, what the fuck are you doing here?" He waved his hand as his face scrunched with confusion, motioning for Damian to close the door.   

Damian eased the door shut behind him and walked to the massage table in the middle of the room. Mauricio sat on his rolling stool, wide-eyed. ­

Damian hopped up on the cushioned table and lay back with his hands behind his head. "What's wrong? Didn't you miss me, Maury? And why are you asking me why I'm here? You're a masseur, aren't you?"

"I know that look, Damian. And you're up to something." Mauricio's voice cracked.

 "C'mon. What's wrong? I've missed you. It's been six months." Damian brought his arms down to his side and propped up on his elbows. "I've waited patiently to see you again."

"Six months? Already?" Understanding dawned on Mauricio's face. "Holy shit! That went by fast."

"Yeah, maybe for you. You weren't the one on probation." Damian chuckled. "So, did you miss me?"0

Mauricio stood and walked to Damian's side. He turned Damian's ball cap around backwards. "Hell yeah I missed you. You just scared the hell out of me though. I didn't want you to get in trouble for violating probation."

Damian recalled the agreement he had made with Mauricio at the time of his court order for probation. Since Mauricio was considered a known criminal due to a high school vandalism prank as a teenager, the risk of associating with him seemed irresponsible. Especially for a measly six months.

Damian took his cap off and handed it to Mauricio. "Set this on the counter?" He tipped his head and waved his capped, motioning to the nearest wall.

Mauricio grinned from ear to ear. He didn't set the cap on the counter as he was asked. He gently flung it, never leaving Damian's side.

"Yeah. You know what time it is, doncha?"

Mauricio put one hand on Damian's chest, pushing him to the flat of his back. With his other hand, he groped his own crotch. "I do know what time it is. The question is, do you?"

Mauricio rubbed his cock through the fabric of his lightweight scrubs. Damian's head rested on the table, giving him a perfect eye-level view of the swelling prick he'd waited six long months to taste, to feel again. Damian watched as Mauricio looped his thumb into the drawstrings, untying them with ease.

Desire rushed through Damian and suddenly he couldn’t undress quick enough. Within seconds, Damian was completely naked and his face was inches away from Mauricio’s full erection.

"Is this what you've been missing?"

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Hmmm…I wonder what kind of massage Damian is going to get. Next week should prove to be quite interesting, huh? C'mon…the fun's not over yet. Hold my hand and we'll cyber jump to the other blogs and see what goodies the fellow orgiasts' came up with this week!

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Story Orgy Monday - Sweet Meet part 6 (NSFW)

            Happy Labor Day, my friends! I hope you all are having a fantastically safe holiday weekend. Many thanks are extended to all workers for their economic and social contributions.

            I know you are probably extremely busy with your family; so, I will keep the intro short and sweet. Be safe and don't forget to check out my fellow orgiasts' blogs for the week. You'll be glad you did.

            And now for the big news, are you ready? Wait. Maybe you didn't hear me. I said *cups hands and asks a little louder*, "Are you ready?" LOL…I'm just kidding. But really, I have some very exciting news to share with you about Story Orgy's very own Hank Edwards. Yep, he's done it again! Book 1 of his series "Venom Valley" has finally been released! Bounty {ßclick there} is a must have! Hop on over to Amazon.com. You will not…I repeat… WILL NOT be disappointed.  

            Okay. Whew! Moving right along. This week's Story Orgy prompt is based on a fabulous picture selected by SO's master of illustrations, Jade Basier. Just look at that hunk o' manly lovin' (with huge wood I might add). Yowser! Sit back and enjoy my story as the picture inspired me and my boys to finally work out some tension.

            On your mark…

                                    Get set…

                                                            GO!

Man Meet part six

            Oscar rolled over, looping one arm under his pillow. Caught somewhere between reality and dreaming, he extended his arm, searching for the warmth he craved. But it wasn't there. Oscar felt his blood run cold. Icy emotion crawled over his skin as his dread chased away the passion from beneath the covers that once soothed him.

            I hope he's not mad about my outburst. Or his teapot. Or his mother. Oscar buried his head into the pillow. Scenes from the night before played over and over again in his mind. He should not have let the mention of Sergio's name steal his happiness. Besides, Sergio had done nothing wrong. Except act like a dickhead. Oh, what have I done? I've never been a drama queen before now.

            Oscar raised his head and looked around the room, listening to the buzzing and grinding noises drifting through the walls. What in the world? Oscar rolled out of bed and grabbed a towel from the chair next to the nightstand. Wrapping the towel around his waist, he headed down the hall. Oscar stopped and held his ear to the garage door.

            He secured the towel with an extra roll and tuck of a corner. Slowly turning the knob then giving it a small push, Oscar eased the door open just a bit, barely enough to see inside. The smell of sawdust was intoxicating, but not as captivating as the view. Elias's deep copper skin glistened and sweat trickled through the furrows of his rippling abs, dissecting his stomach into a framework of rigid muscles.

            Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! He's even sexier than I remember. Something about power tools, sweat, and sawdust sent Oscar over the edge. He released the knob and nudged the door open wider. "Don't just stand there, Handsome." Elias took his safety glasses off and laid them on the table saw. "The house will get all hot and dusty. Close the door."

            Oscar closed the door, but he didn't enter the workshop. He stayed in the hallway, shaking his head. Why am I so nervous? Is this what love is?

            "Oscar. Dammit. Oscar! Come back!"

            The muffled shout from inside only fueled Oscar's angst. Fighting his unease, Oscar opened the door and entered, avoiding eye contact with Elias. He quickly turned to the door and closed it, taking far too long to make sure it was done properly.

            "Oscar? What's wrong, Sweetie? Why are you acting like a puppy who chewed up my slipper?"

            The shuffling feet and nearness of Elias's voice told Oscar how close Elias had moved in just a few moments. Now Elias was a mere few feet behind him. Oscar turned, pressing his back to the door. And there he was. The man Oscar fell head over heels for was an inch from his face.    

            Oh God. Now I remember why I fell in love—

            One second Oscar stood afraid, the next he was tongue deep in a passionate kiss from Elias. In that single moment, Oscar's dilemma disappeared. The earthy scent of sawdust joined forces with Elias's natural masculine spice to create a perfect concoction. The fragrance teased Oscar's senses, caused his cock to wrestle with the cumbersome fabric which lay so heavily against it.

   

            "Words are useless at a time like this. Make love to me, Oscar." The words rang true in Oscar's heart. The breathy whispers raised bumps along his skin.

            Oscar lightly traced Elias's lips with his tongue then chuckled. "You're right. Why talk?" He dropped a hand to Oscar's towel and gave it a hard tug.

            It disappeared and Oscar frankly didn't care where it went. It was Elias's towel, after all.

            Autopilot engaged when Elias's blue jeans brushed against the tender ridge around the head of Oscar's cock. The warm humid air joined Oscar's rising temperature to form a layer of moisture on his skin and the cooling sensation guided him right to Elias's chest, tasting his salty sweat. Tweaking a nipple with one hand, Oscar flicked his tongue and sucked on the other. Oscar blew softly, watching the soft skin contract to a stiffened nub before he moved to the one being worked between his fingers.

            "Oh, sweet Oscar. You do have a magic touch." Elias's words rolled on the heavy air, a sign that Oscar was pleasing his man.

            Oscar worked his way down Elias's ripped abs, leaving a trail of saliva from one nipple to the navel.

            "Mmmm…that's nice." Elias's breathy approval reminded Oscar of his own simple pleasures.

            Oscar's sweat cooled with the air, strengthening his understanding of Elias's satisfaction. You think that's nice, just wait. He twisted and twirled his tongue in and around the small rounded hollow of Elias's stomach, smoothing out the hair trailing up from the briefs peeking through the flaps of his unfastened pants.

            Sliding further down the door, Oscar tugged at the waistband of the briefs with his teeth as his hands worked the pants over Elias's plump ass and down his legs.

            "Damn. Holy fuck, babe." Elias's inflection went from high to low. "We've got to get this show on the road. I need you now."

            Elias hooked one arm under Oscar's, pulling him up to his feet. Elias stepped out of his pants and toed them to the side as he squirmed out of his briefs.

            With heated passion Oscar pressed into Elias, meshing his sweaty skin with his lover's.

            "Oh. My. God. Come on, baby. There's no stopping us this time." Elias locked his lips with Oscar's and turned them around.

            Oscar walked backwards. His eyes closed he breathed in the very life Elias gave him. One breath. One step at a time. 

            "You're going to fuck me. Hard." Elias spun on his heels to the work bench beside them. "I've been up since five. Out here thinking about you."

            "But, don't you want to fuck m—"

            "Shhhh. No need to talk, remember?" Elias lifted the seat of a wooden workbench. "This is all we need."

            Oscar watched as Elias's hand disappeared into the nook of the bench. As his hand re-emerged holding a bottle of lube, Elias's tone was direct, firm. "I like it good and hard."

            Oscar was prepared to be on the receiving end, but at this point he really didn't care. His hard on ached for attention and was ready to give Elias exactly what he asked for. A hard fuck.

            Oscar has always believed in the Golden Rule and now was his chance to shine. I'm gonna do what I would want done to me.

            "Turn around, put your knees on the bench." Elias grabbed some shop towels from the nearby table saw and tossed them to Oscar. "We don't want to hurt those pretty knees of yours."

            Elias took his place on the bench, knees planted in the seat and overlooking his workshop. "Show me what you're made of, Babe. It's a new day and I need you in every w–"

            Smack!

            Oscar's hand struck across Elias's left ass cheek with a wallop, drawing a whimper from his lover. Without a slightest pause, Oscar gave the other ass cheek the same.

            Whack!

            "Oh yes. What a beautiful ass! Remind me again why I haven't had it yet." Elias massaged the red handprints he'd made.

            "We decided not to–"

            Smack!

            "No words, remember?" Oscar's fingers buried deep into tissue of the soft globes in front of him. Rubbing each one, kneading Elias's ass like bread dough.

            "Oh…God yes!" Elias stifled his moan with a bite to his finger.

            I could get used to this. Oscar's fondness for Elias fused with the built up tension from the night before.

            "You said you're ready? Let's see." Oscar turned the bottle of lube up, dribbling the contents into the crack of Elias's beautiful red ass. Hooking his between Elias's legs, Oscar cupped the low hang balls and tenderly rolled them around. His thumb worked circles around Elias's asshole.

            "Fuck…fuck…yeah, babe." Elias's moans grew louder.

            "Are you talking again? What did we say about that?" Oscar pressed his slick thumb into Elias's puckered ass, gently working his balls.

            The garage filled with Elias's whimpers and moans as Oscar worked his thumb in and out of the tight ass. Kneading and biting the red-hot ass cheek closest to his face, drawing louder groans from his demanding partner.

            "Fuck me. Yes!"

            With another bite to Elias's ass cheek, Oscar straightened up and leaned into Elias. Rocking to and fro, Oscar coated his prick with the lube in Elias's ass crack. Oscar slipped is cock back and forth, teasing the wanting hole. With each passing, Elias's asshole twitched. Oscar pressed harder and harder until he felt the ring of muscle stretch around the mushroomed head of his cock.

            "Holy fuck! God." Elias's cry of pleasure echoed off the concrete floor and sheetrock walls. Elias reached out in front of him and gripped a stalk of 4X4 timber.

            "That's right. You'll want to hang on now." With a solid thrust, Oscar plowed his dick in to the hilt. "Oh fuck yeah. That's nice, such a sweet ass."

            "Ungh! Oh. Damn." Elias's voice choppy, his words labored.  

            Oscar worked in and out, pistoning his throbbing cock with a steady driving force. "Is this what you wanted? Am I doing it the way you like?" Oscar's tone stern, challenging.

  

             "Yes. This is exactly what I needed. Give me the lube. I can't last long like this." Elias reached back with one hand for the bottle.

            Oscar slowed his strokes. "Here. Cup your hand. You'll need to keep holding on with the other." He flicked the cap open, drizzled lube into the palm of Elias's hand, and flicked the cap closed. After tossing the bottle to the side, Oscar latched onto Elias's hips with both hands and shoved his cock all the way in again. 

            "Here we go, sweetheart." Oscar's rhythm gradually quickened, his balls slapping Elias's ass with each stroke. Riding his ass like a mechanical bull, Oscar stroked fast then slow, hard then easy, grinding from side to side, long stroke to slow stroke.

            "Hard, Baby. Hard. I'm gonna come!" Elias lowered his head, revealing white knuckles on the one hand that gripped the back of the bench.

            Elias's ass muscles clenched Oscar's cock with tremendous strength. Oscar moaned and bit his lip trying to hold out, but it was no use. He was too close to the edge.

            Elias raised his head. "I'm coming!"

            Oscar pounded Elias ass hard and steady. "Such a sweet ass. I'm coming too!"  Oscar slowly worked his cock in and out, letting Elias's tightened muscles drain his oversensitive dick.

            "Damn, Babe. You just rocked my world." Elias rested his head in the fold of his arm, propped on the back of the bench.

            Oscar melted into Elias's sweaty back as Oscar's upper body folded with exhaustion. But he did muster up enough energy to say one thing.

            "Ready for a swim?"

***

         Whew! Working with all that wood is hard work, huh? I hope you enjoyed the story and continue to have a safe holiday weekend. Now, let's check out those other SO members and see what they've been up to. C'mon, you know the drill. Follow me…

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Story Orgy Monday - Sweet Meet part 5

Happy Story Orgy Monday! It's been a very busy week for me, but it's now behind me, another seven days that I can cross off the calendar.

After a brief vacation, I would like to welcome the SO illustration guru. Jade Basier, you were missed greatly during your short leave of absence and I am ecstatic to have you back in my virtual arms *wiggles with excitement, grips and squeezes my Princess' assets*. Thank for your considerable talent in bringing the SO stories to life with such gorgeous imagery.  

Before we move on to part five of my story Man Meet, please join me in extending a wealth of warm well-wishes to the hurricane victims on the East Coast. I certainly hope that all are safe from harm's way and Irene did not leave too much destruction in her wake.

Now, I present to you Man Meet part five. This week you will find out why Oscar and Elias were so abruptly interrupted last week. My fellow orgiasts have goodies for us too. When we get to the end of this story, we will simply hop on over to their blogs via the nifty links provided *scroll…scroll…scroll* down yonder.

And, without further ado…

Man Meet part five

Marta blew into her cup of hot tea as she peered over the rim. "You boys should really be more careful. You can give an old lady a heart attack."

"You're the one who barged in on us." Elias matched his mother's stare before shifting his gaze to meet Oscar's across the table.   

"You gave me a key, darling." Elias's mother retorted and looked at Oscar. "So. Your name is Oscar. I've heard a lot about­ you."

"Oh really?" Smiling, Oscar looked everywhere but at Elias's mom until his gaze finally fell back on Elias. "Do tell. What all did you hear about—"

"More importantly, what is so important that you felt you should use your copy of my house key?" Elias quickly changed the subject, his voice cracking with his nerves.

"Oh darling. Don't be embarrassed." Laughter twinkled in Marta's eyes as she continued to watch him over the rim of the tea cup. She lowered her tea to the table, a small smile curving her lips. "My dearest Elias, You are so cute when you blush."   

Elias's cheeks felt like they were on fire. He pushed from the table and rose to his feet, not sure of what to say next. He had to maintain his composure. Of all the people in the world, his mother was the only one who could make him feel like he was still a child. Elias shifted his stance from one foot to the other, then back again before walking to the kitchen sink. He stared at the pool through the window.

"I love you very much, Mother. But you cannot keep using your key as if you live here. That is for emergencies. Now, why are you here?" Needing a release valve, Elias turned sarcastic.

"Elias. Come sit, please. Calm down." Oscar's calm tone soaked into Elias's skin, soothed his agitated nerves, and reeled him back in from the edge.

"Come on, sweetie. Sit back down." Marta chimed in. "Let me tell you why I'm here and then I'll get out of your hair. I'm sorry for intruding."

Elias's stomach always wrenched when his mother apologized for something. After all these years, Elias still couldn't let things go though. Until it was too late. Now he had to deal with the guilt of not staying calm.

Why do I always let you get to me? Elias rounded the table, giving his mother a peck on the cheek on the way back to his chair. Elias automatically sought out Oscar, needed to gauge his reaction. The sadness in Oscar's eyes tightened the knots in Elias's stomach.

"I'm sorry for getting upset, Mom." Elias reached to the center of the table, palm up. Though he talked to his mother, he also sought understanding from Oscar. The one who had stolen Elias's heart.

The touch of Oscar's hand, along with a warm smile, was all Elias needed to snap him back to his senses. Elias had never seen things more clearly. He knew exactly what he needed to do.

I have to do whatever it takes to show this man we can make this work.

     

"You boys are so damn cute. Except for when you're poking at each other's butts." Marta's remark caught Elias off guard.

Elias jerked his head to Marta, shocked at his mother's boldness.

"What? I'm still considering going home and bleaching my eyes." Marta kept egging Elias on.

"I'm starting to see where you get your courage." Oscar's eyes narrowed.

"Please, Mother. Why are you here?"

"Okay, okay. Fine. I'm here because I don't know what to do, Elias." The sudden edginess in her voice was new, intriguing. Elias studied her, watching her fidget with the handle on the teacup in front of her. "So there is something going on. Tell me." Elias reached his free hand out to his mother.

Putting her trembling hand in Elias's, Marta continued to beat around the bush, poking fun at whatever she could. "Oh look. Just what I needed. A séance."

His mother was riding on Elias's last nerve. With a heavy sigh he brought her back to his question. "Mother! Quit stalling. What's going on?"

"I don't qualify for my full Social Security benefits for another year and I don't know if I can keep up with my bills."

Elias wasn't sure if it was anxiety, anger, fear or shame. Maybe all four. But Marta's hands started to shake in earnest and tears welled up in her eyes. Elias couldn't bear to see his mother cry. Ever since his father abandoned the family, Elias had held a soft spot in his heart for a crying woman. Especially his mother. Apparently, Oscar had a soft spot too.

"Ms. Cardoza, please don't cry. It will work out. You'll see." Oscar extended his arm, offering compassion. Marta took his hand.

Elias grinned. "Now it's a séance."

One sharp look from his mother and Elias knew he had crossed the line.

"Are you mocking me?" The lasers from Marta's eyes could cut diamonds.

Oscar chuckled, slicing through the tension in the room. "Ms. Cardoza. He gets it from you."

Elias felt his mother's grip tighten. And from the look in Oscar's eyes, Marta was squeezing his hand just the same.

"Mother." Elias shook his hand free as he cocked his head. "Please. Calm down. I might have a solution."

"That sounds pretty promising to me. Can I get you more tea Ms. Cardoza?" Oscar slipped his hand from Marta's grip.

As Oscar eased the cozy off the teapot, Elias continued with his suggestion.

"Mom. I have a teammate who might be able to help. He knows all about Social Security benefits. That's what he does for a living." Elias glanced at Oscar, and then back to his mother. "His name is Sergio."

No sooner than Sergio's name fell from Elias's lips, the shattering of the teapot echoed off the linoleum floor and the paneled walls. "Sergio? You can't be fucking serious."

 "I do think it's time for me to go. I'll see my own way out." Marta kissed Elias on the cheek as she exited the room, waving her finger in the air. "It was very nice to meet you, Oscar."

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I'll be damned. Marta actually thought that she could justify barging in on the boys with an issue with qualifying for Social Security? And what the hell, Elias? Sergio? Really? *Throws hands in the air* What next!? My boys really need to find a way to release some of this mounting tension, huh? *ahem*

Okay, enough of that. Let's go see what my fellow orgiasts wrote about this week. C'mon. Follow me. Don't be shy…*clickety click click*

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