TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT 'BUD"

 

Welcome! This week we peek at an early morning meeting over coffee with Barbara, Dale's mother, and Robbie. It's a very frank discussion. When you're done, hop on over to the other stories by our excellent author. Find them HERE.

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Barbara’s brows lowered and her tone changed. “Yes, she is great. The last thing she needs is someone breaking her heart.” Her eyes bored into his.

He raised his palm. “Believe me. The last thing I want to do is break her heart. She’s amazing. I’ve never known a girl like her. I’m honored she takes any interest in me at all.”

Barbara laughed. “Are you kidding? Have you looked in the mirror lately?” Barbara added milk to her coffee.

“Dale’s not that superficial.”

“No, but she’s human. I can understand how she couldn’t resist you.”

“I’m not just a pretty face,” Robbie said, picking up his mug.

Barbara patted his hand. “No, you’re not. You’re amazing, too. You’re the first guy she’s brought home who got right to work. Like a member of the family. ” 

“It’s an honor to be part of your family, even for only a few days.”

“You don’t have any family?” Barbara took a sip.

“No,” Robbie said, casting his gaze to his hands.

Barbara paused, as if waiting for an explanation. If she was, she’d have a long wait. Robbie had learned long ago not to reveal his sad family history to people. So, no matter how much he liked Barbara, the one word would have to do.

“I see.”

“I’m not much of a family man.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Don’t you want to have a family of your own?”

Robbie shook his head. “Hadn’t planned to.”

“Really?” The shock on Barbara’s face told him he’d stepped over the line. Revealed too much. Damn, why couldn’t he remember to keep his mouth shut?

“That’s what Dale wants. Did you tell her?”

“She knows. I’ve been up front with her from the beginning.”

“And she’s okay with that?”

“You’ll have to ask her.” Robbie finished the last of his coffee and rose.

Barbara put her hand on his arm. “Don’t go.”

“I’ve said too much already.” Robbie rinsed out his mug and placed it in the dishwasher.

“If Dale wants to continue this budding relationship, do you?”

“This is getting pretty personal. Dale and I haven’t discussed any of this.”

“I’m her mother, don’t I have a right to know?”

“No, you don’t. This is a discussion I will have with Dale.”

Barbara sat back. “Well, I’ve been told, haven’t I?”

“Is my mother prying?” This time the voice was Dale’s.

“I wasn’t prying, exactly…” Barbara said, her cheeks coloring.

                             

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TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "HARD"

 

Welcome! Sorry, but I'm unable to access the logo for Tuesday Tales. So please pretend you see it. This week we have more of Robbie and Dale's story. Looks like Dale and her family are having an effect on Robbie, don't you think?? 

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A bad dream woke Robbie early. He eased out of bed, careful not to disturb Dale, and slipped his robe on. He yawned and glanced at his watch. No sense getting dressed at five in the morning. No one else would be up.

He padded silently to the kitchen and started coffee. He filled a mug and plopped down at the table. His brows knitted. Upsetting thoughts about last night swirled through his brain. He was a master of sex, but he’d never had sex before like he had had last night.

In fact, this whole trip had shaken his entire belief system. No longer grounded in the certainty that the bachelor life was his best path, he floated, cut loose by his emotional response to the sweet kindness of Dale and the acceptance by her family.

Convinced from childhood he didn’t deserve true love, he’d grabbed bits and pieces of affection where he could. The glitter of greed in the hard eyes of the women he’d dated and slept with put him off marriage. They’d used him as much as he had used them. It was quid pro quo. When they became too demanding, he’d leave, unwilling to be sucked dry financially. Dale was different.

As he sipped the hot beverage, he examined his feelings. He and Dale were leaving

 Saturday afternoon. In the past, he’d be champing at the bit to get home in the safe solitude 

of his apartment. Instead, being alone no longer appeared safe. He’d leave this warm home 

reluctantly. He’d had a taste of happy family life and it only whetted his appetite.

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TUESDAY TALES PICTURE PROMPT

 

Hello there! Welcome to my Tuesday Tales. It's picture prompt week, where we write to a picture. And have no more than 300 words! This week we have another episode of "The Kicker, Part One." We are getting close to the last post for this story as it will be going to the editor soon. When you finish, hop on over to read the great stories HERE.  Thanks for stopping by:

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Settling on the porch swing, Robbie spoke first. 

“You’re so lucky. You have an amazing family,” Robbie said.

“Thanks. Yeah. I do,” Dale replied, zipping up her jacket. “You’re not the same Robbie Anthony I knew in Connecticut.”

He chuckled. “I am. You didn’t know me well.”

“I guess not. Since you date so many different women, I didn’t think family meant much to you.”

He laughed. “Not having it makes me want it more.”

“True.”

“This has fulfilled a lifelong dream. Your mom is the perfect mother, and this was a perfect Thanksgiving.”

“Even with my siblings giving you a hard time?”

Robbie grinned. “They’re only looking out for you. Being protective.”

Dale bowed her head to avoid Robbie’s eyes. “I guess. They embarrassed me.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. I wish there was someone in my life who cared that much about me.”

Dale opened her mouth then closed it. He stared for a moment before leaning down to kiss her. She turned toward him. He started slowly, then ramped up the heat, angling his head to deepen the kiss. Dale responded opening for his tongue. His expertise off the field stole her breath. Her heartbeat quickened as blood pumped through her veins, reaching all the way to her sex. Lusty emotion ruled Dale.  Powerless to stop, she gave in and responded.

Her tongue rose to meet his. He groaned faintly as they kissed. Before she passed out from lack of oxygen, Dale sat back. Panting, she raised her hand to her mouth as she gulped air.

“Wow,” Robbie said, his eyes glowing like a panther’s in the night.

“Yeah. Wow.” She replied.

He glanced at his watch, then at her. “Do you want to…”

“I do. Let’s go,” she said, knowing what the rest of the sentence would have been.

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TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "SMOKE"

 

Welcome! This week we have another episode of "The Kicker" and the word prompt "smoke." When you're done here, hop on over to the other authors' wonderful stories. Find them HERE. 

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The meal was fabulous. The only thing to interrupt pleasant talk were the sounds of chewing. Barbara beamed at the “ums” and “ahs” of happy diners. In years past, when Dale had brought home one of her “charity cases”, her relatives had been subdued. Like the visitor had intruded and brought everyone down. But not with Robbie. He bubbled. His enthusiasm permeated the atmosphere. Her relatives responded.

“Which dish did you make, Robbie?” Angela asked.

“None. I just helped. Like with the pie.”

“Then don’t be taking credit for the food. If you get my meaning.”

Silence followed.

Robbie stopped, his fork loaded with stuffing halfway to his mouth. A second later, he put the food in his mouth and chewed. After he swallowed, he broke the heavy silence.

“That’s right, Angela. I can’t take credit for Barbara’s amazing cooking. I was just the bus boy.”

“That’s not true. Robbie was my right hand. We’d never have gotten all this food to the table on time and so perfectly cooked if he wasn’t with me in the kitchen every step of the way,” Barbara said.

In the ensuing silence, Dale noticed a touch of color creep into Robbie’s cheeks. This is what a mother does, defend her chicks.

“Well, I say ‘bravo’ to Robbie for helping create his incredible meal,” Scott said. “Mom, you and Robbie outdid yourselves.” He burst into applause.

Everyone else at the table joined in except Angela. Wearing a pouty expression, she threw her napkin on her plate, pushed her chair away from the table and got up. Without a word, she flounced down the hall. Dale heard the slam of the guest room door.

Conversation resumed. Funny stories past and present filled the air. With the focus off Robbie, Dale slipped her hand over his in his lap and gave it a squeeze. If she worried about him being able to handle himself, that vanished like a mist in the summer sun. He squeezed back and shot her a warm gaze.