Seriously, though, what is it with female toiletries!? I’m perfectly happy with my 3-in-1 shower gel that doubles as dish soap and triples as laundry detergent if needed. Why do the both of them need three different shampoos each, depending on whether they want to smell like a coconut, repair their perfectly fine hair, or moisturize their skin? Why do they need deodorants that are half the size of mine, but cost twice as much because the ingredient list is as long as my arm? On the other hand, I did enjoy their feminine fragrance whenever we cuddled up, so maybe I shouldn’t complain about that. And thanks to the $1,800 a month I could transfer from the cash pile in my closet to my new bank account, I really didn’t have any reason to complain about money either.
The main problem, however, was that Aaron simply refused to cooperate. He wanted his family - read that ‘his women’ - back, while Claire refused to go back to how it was. For obvious reasons, though, both were reluctant to take it to court and risk exposing the details of their ‘irreconcilable differences’.
Mia also got her closure. I’m not entirely sure how they did it, nor was I sure if I even wanted to know, but I suspect her father pulled some strings. Somehow, he managed to get access to the still intubated and restrained Campbell, and let Nora tell the man how she felt about someone who comes after her children, mercilessly shattering his delusions. As far as I heard, he entered some kind of semi-catatonic state after that and would be transferred to the mental ward as soon as he had recovered enough to be moved.
Though, according to Bill, that was extremely stupid and dangerous. While it did indeed help Mia, this whole thing could’ve just as well blown up in their faces. If Campbell hadn’t broken down, he could have instead delved completely into a murderous obsession with Nora. I wasn’t sure what George Miller would have done to the guy in that case.
As far as my own medical recovery was concerned, they stopped packing my leg a week later, just like we had hoped. The P.T., however, would continue for a lot longer before I wouldn’t need a cane anymore. The therapist wasn’t particularly happy about the switch from a crutch to the cane, but he accepted it. Here, too, Claire was with me the entire way. She accompanied me to every session that I now had to attend at least twice per week, and did what she could to raise my spirits afterwards.
Mia also helped a lot. With all the time we were spending together, I found myself enjoying her company more and more, and genuinely missed her whenever she wasn’t around. I felt myself falling for her. And that was kind of a problem.
Since she still had some trouble sleeping alone even after getting her closure, she spent a lot of her nights in my bed. Though, we were seldomly alone in it, since Ava was still joining us, and I was reluctant to tell her off after learning that she, too, had trouble sleeping since the parking lot incident. With Ava sleeping right next to us, and my mother only thirty feet away in my relatively small apartment, there wasn’t much room for romantic activities between Mia and me.
It also didn’t help that I was still refusing to rely on Claire and Ava for my sexual release, despite my broken collarbone stopping me from doing much myself, so I hadn’t seen any action since that evening before Claire came back from John’s. A situation that quickly caused some trouble for me, when Mia, Ava, and I were in bed watching another movie.
Our now usual sleeping arrangement consisted of Mia cuddled up to my healthy left side, while Ava would cuddle up on my right side, but with her head on my stomach to stay away from my collarbone.
One evening, the TV screen suddenly showed a particularly raunchy sex scene. I could feel Mia getting some ideas about what we were presented with, and felt her lips pressed against my neck. But when I looked at her pleadingly, hoping she would have mercy and stop teasing me, I noticed that she wasn’t paying me any attention. She was watching Ava’s face, which was transfixed on a massive erection that I had developed without realizing it.
I only saw it because I wanted to know what Mia was looking at and craned my head. Until then, my view of my groin was obstructed by Ava’s head. Looking back at Mia, her expression was free of judgment. She was simply studying Ava, who was studying my hard dick producing a tent in my pants. The worry about what kind of conclusion Mia might draw regarding Ava’s relationship with me quickly killed the mood, and my erection was completely gone before Ava could show any incriminating behavior.
Mia did not comment on it in any way, though two nights later, we found ourselves in a similar situation. This time, however, Mia had purposefully provoked it by cautiously rubbing herself against me, while also kissing and licking my neck and ear. As soon as she noticed the effect it had on me, she stopped everything and watched my sister instead.
