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March 1, 2015

Just an announcement. Double Dare's release date has been pushed back to April 30th because of all the snow days that we've had and of the sinus infection my children were hit with in late December/January. It set me back a solid three weeks and the snow days added another week. I apologize for this and will work as quickly as possible.

To make up for the wait, I will be adding a special ending involving Jodi....the birth of her twins and an epidural ;)



What Happens at a Buffet…..
Part II
An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle


“I can explain,” Zoe said, swallowing nervously as Trevor set her down on her feet in the foyer.

“Really?” he drawled dangerously low as he kept his gaze locked on her.

“Yes,” she said, simply to buy herself some time as she watched Trevor reach back and shut the door.

“I’m all ears,” he said, startling her when he threw the lock.

“I, ummm,” she said, swallowing nervously as she took a step back, “that is, this isn’t what it looks likes.”

“So, then you’re not betraying me with that little bastard’s girlfriend?” Trevor demanded, not bothering to go after her, which actually kind of frightened her.

Holding up a finger, she said, “Technically, I don’t think they’re dating.”

“I don’t care what they’re technically doing,” he bit out evenly. “I only care about what you’re doing behind my back.”

“Umm, nothing?” she said, casually glancing over her shoulder as she took another step back to make sure that there was nothing blocking her escape if she needed it and judging by the murderous glare on his face, she was going to need it.

“Then you weren’t planning on meeting her at an undisclosed location today?” he asked, pointedly holding up her cellphone in case she tried to deny it.

She shifted more to the right as she took a step back. “I umm, I may have been planning on meeting her for lunch today.”

“Huh?” he murmured thoughtfully as he looked down at her phone and scrolled through her text messages. “If you were only planning on meeting her for lunch then why did you have to be there by nine?”

“So that we could make a well-educated decision on what to order for lunch?” she asked, sounding really hopeful as she took another step back, noting once again that he wasn’t trying to come after her.

“And you needed three hours to do that?” he asked, watching her every move.

Taking another step back, “Yes?”

He leaned back against the front door as he made a show of going through her text messages. “I see…..who else was involved?” he asked in a deceptively calm voice as she stood there, frozen on the spot.

“I-involved in what?” she asked, trying to take another step back, one that would take her into the family room, but her feet wouldn’t listen to her.

“In this betrayal,” he said, still looking down at her phone, but she knew that he wouldn’t find anything. She’d made sure to delete the other text messages this morning just in case-

“Haley sold you out this morning,” he announced, never taking his eyes off the phone as she struggled with the knowledge that Haley had sold her out.

Haley never would have sold her out…..Never!

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said firmly, sure that Haley would have taken their secret to the grave.

“She confessed to Jason last night,” he said with a careless shrug.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, shaking her head as she took another step back even as she had to wonder if that was the reason why she hadn’t heard from Haley since yesterday afternoon.

“She’s talking right now,” he said, casually scrolling through her phone.

“There’s nothing to tell?” she said weakly as she took a step back, wondering why she’d let Marybeth talk her into doing this.

Okay, so maybe the idea of screwing over her husband and all of his male relatives for her own joy may have had something to do with it, but she was still going to blame Marybeth for this one.

“You want to tell me why you did it?” he asked, finally looking up at her.

She could have done and said a lot of things to save her ass at that moment, she could have named names, made a run for it or simply denied it, but she didn’t do any of things.

Instead, she opened her mouth and said the one thing that guaranteed her safety.

“Arrangement.”

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What Happens at a Buffet…
Part III
An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle

“Arrangement.”

Oh…Fuck…No…

Swallowing hard, he stared in disbelief at the only woman in the world who had the power to take him down with one word. He still wasn’t sure how’d she done it, training his poor misguided cock like this, but she had. It didn’t matter where he was or what he was doing, all he needed was to hear that one word and he felt like he’d die if he didn’t have her.

Giving him a knowing look, she turned around and walked up the stairs while he stood there, struggling to get control. He had questions for this woman and she would answer them. She’d been going behind his back for months now and…and…immmm…

A pained groan left him as he watched Zoe pause halfway up the stairs to pull off her shoes and gently toss them aside. She slowly started back up the stairs as she pulled off her shirt and tossed it aside, leaving her in a lacy lavender bra and jeans. By the time she made it to the landing she was shimmying out of her jeans and kicking them aside, revealing a pair of matching panties.

Licking his lips hungrily, he found himself following after her as though he was in a trance. He tried to fight it, he really did, but he couldn’t, not when he knew what was waiting for him.

Without a word, he followed her down the hallway, watching as she reached back and unhooked her bra. She held it out to the side and dropped it to the carpeted floor as she stepped inside their room. He wasn’t sure when he’d started removing him own clothing, but by the time he’d joined her in the bathroom he was already shoving his boxers off.

“Are you mad at me?” Zoe asked as he watched as she pulled her panties down, bending over in the process and giving him a view that had him shifting anxiously behind her.

“Huh?” was all he could manage and yeah, he was that fucking weak.

“For going behind your back?” she asked in that same breathless tone that was normally reserved for when she was moaning his name, making it increasingly difficult to think.

“No, no of course not,” he mumbled absently as he watched as she leaned over, giving him another view of heaven, as she started to fill the large garden tub. Her beautiful ass swayed back and forth as she adjusted the temperature and added bath salts to the water.

“Are you sure?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder as she placed the small canister of bath salts back on the shelf.

“Sure?” he asked, struggling to figure out what she was asking.

The smile that she rewarded with made his hungry cock very happy. “Do you want to join me for a bath?” she asked as she carefully climbed in the large bath and sat back on her knees as she watched him with that sensual smile that told him exactly what she had in mind.

Unable to respond at this point, he carefully stepped in the tub and sat on the edge of the tub without waiting to be asked. Nibbling on her bottom lip, Zoe ran her wet hands over his thighs, gently pushing them apart as she leaned forward and pressed a kiss right below his navel.

“You’re sure that you’re not mad?” she whispered, pressing teasing little kisses down his stomach next to his eager cock that was demanding her attention as she slowly ran her hands over his thighs.

He opened his mouth to answer, but all that came out was a loud groan as she ran her hand over his balls and gave them a gentle squeeze, robbing him of the ability to talk or think. Licking his lips, he spread his legs further apart, giving her room to torture him as he reached down and cupped one of her large breasts, earning a moan that had his cock twitching.

He ran his fingers over the hard nipple begging for his attention and gave it a gentle tug as Zoe rubbed her cheek over the underside of his cock, pressing sweet little kisses along his shaft. By the time that he switched his attention the other breast Zoe was already tracing his cock with her tongue.

“Fuck,” he groaned as she flicked her tongue over the sensitive spot just below the head of his cock.

He gently tugged on her nipple as he watched her take the tip in his mouth. She shifted on her knees as she slowly took him in her mouth, suckling on his cock even as she teased it with her tongue.

This was fucking heaven, he thought as he cupped her cheek, encouraging her to keep going. It never ceased to amaze him just how fucking good her mouth felt on him. She knew what he liked, how he liked it and when to back off. So, when she pulled back after only a few minutes and shifted back, he knew exactly what she wanted next.

Never taking his eyes off her, he reached over and shut the water off as moved off the edge and sat down in the large tub. He leaned back and shifted his legs closer as he took her hands and helped her climb on his lap. She wrapped her arms around him as she leaned in kissed him.

“I missed this,” she said as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, making him chuckle.

“It’s only been a few hours,” he reminded her, groaning as he thought about the way he woke her up this morning.

She smiled against his mouth with a small chuckle. “I was talking about having the house to ourselves.”

“It has been a while,” he agreed with a soft groan as she adjusted herself on his lap until she had her wet slit pressed against his cock.

“I really missed this,” she said, shifting onto her knees as she reached down between them and wrapped her hand around his cock.

“Me too,” he said, cupping her hips and helped steady her as she slowly slid down, impaling herself on his cock.

A groan caught in his throat as he slid inside. God, she was so fucking wet and tight. She wrapped her arms around him tighter, pressing her breasts against his chest as she took him all the way. For a moment, she sat there, not moving as he kissed her and ran his hands all over her, enjoying the feel of the woman that he loved in his arms.

He wanted to hold her like this for the rest of his life, kissing her and feeling her tight sheath wrapping around his-

“They made a fucking list!” Jason suddenly yelled from downstairs, startling them both and reminding him of the reason that he’d taken the day off from work.

He needed to deal with his wife.

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February 14, 2015

A Valentine’s Day Special
An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle

Boston, Massachusetts

“I fucking hate snow,” Nick said, rubbing his hands roughly down his face, hoping that by the time that he opened his eyes the blizzard covering everything with another foot and a half of snow would be over and done with so that he could get back on the road.

The sound of his cell phone ringing had him dropping his hands away with a sigh. Wondering what else could go wrong today, he reached over and grabbed his phone off the small table for two tucked away in the corner of his hotel room. Staring at the white mess blocking his view of Boston Harbor, he answered the phone.

“The next time that you send my wife to a signing without me, Rick, I’ll-”

“Jamie’s missing,” Rick said, cutting him off.

“What?” he heard himself ask as he reached out and grabbed the back of the chair as his legs threatened to give out. “She’s supposed to be in New Hampshire.”

“We can’t find her, Nick. It looks like she checked out early this morning,” Rick said hollowly.

“She’s supposed to be sleeping in this morning,” he said numbly as he gazed at the blanket of snow pouring down.

“She skipped the after party last night and went to bed early,” Rick explained as Nick rushed across the room and picked up the room phone and dialed Jamie’s cellphone.

It immediately went to voicemail.

“She’s not answering her phone,” Rick continued. “I’ve got Stacy and John calling local hospitals and we’ve notified the police. We’re doing everything that we can to find her.”

“When did she check out?” he demanded, heading for the door as he struggled not to lose his temper and take it out on his friend. He knew better than anyone how stubborn Jamie could be when she made her mind up about something.

“Around five this morning.”

Oh, God…

His heart dropped in his stomach when he realized that his wife had been missing for over ten hours. He should have never agreed to handle this signing for Rerum. He should have insisted on going with Jamie and the rest of the authors that Rerum had sent to the New Hampshire signing. When he’d booked this trip he’d planned on heading up there after the signing to surprise her for Valentine’s Day.

What he hadn’t counted on was a blizzard ruining his plans. As soon as he’d found out about the blizzard he should have said the hell with it, driven up to New Hampshire, grabbed his wife and got them the hell out of here. Instead, he’d made a deal with Rick and stayed here, making sure that things ran smoothly at the signing for the authors that he was assigned to work with this weekend.

Never. Fucking. Again, he decided as he threw the hotel room door open and rushed down the hall towards the elevator.

“We’ll find her, Nick,” Rick said, sounding terrified and for good reason.

If anything happened to Jamie he would tear him apart with his bare hands.

“This is the last time she goes on a signing without me,” he snarled as he pushed the elevator call button and then once again a few seconds later when the elevator doors didn’t open fast enough.

“We’ll figure it out,” Rick promised, but that wasn’t good enough for him.

“Put it in my contract or I’m walking,” he said, ramming his thumb in the call button as he paced in front of the bank of elevators, ignoring the nervous glances from the elderly couple slowly backing away.

“Consider it done,” Rick said softly, smartly not arguing with him, because they both knew that he wasn’t bluffing.

He’d do whatever it took to make sure that his wife was taken care of and they both knew it. They also knew that if he left, more than half the authors signed with Rerum would go with him.

“About fucking time,” he muttered when the elevator doors finally opened. As soon as he stepped inside the elevator he was hitting the Close Door button and glaring at the small group standing in front of the elevator shifting nervously until they finally got the hint and stepped back.

“I’ll keep you informed,” Rick promised.

“I wasn’t planning on sitting on my ass while my wife is stuck in a blizzard,” he said, cursing as he reached in his pocket for the keys to his rental and realized that he’d left them upstairs.

“It’s not safe,” Rick told him like that would make a fucking difference to him.

“Which is why I’m going after my wife,” he said, hitting the button for his floor.

“Nick-”

“I’ll let you know when I find her,” he said, ending the call just as the elevator doors opened for the lobby.

He hit the button for his floor again as he absently said, “Elevator’s full,” to the small group of people carrying a shit load of luggage. When they looked like they were going to argue with him, he hit the Close Door button and sent them a look that had them quickly backing away from the elevator doors.

Two minutes later he was shoving his hotel room door open as he tried to call Jamie’s phone. God, he was going to kill her when he got his hands on her. She was an incredibly intelligent woman with a good head on her shoulders and knew better than to go out in weather like this. For fuck’s sake, she’d never driven in snow before.

“Call me as soon as you get this,” he said, leaving her a voice message, praying that she wasn’t stuck somewhere on the side of the road before he ended the call and shoved the phone back in his pocket.

He was halfway to the bureau to grab his keys when he realized the shower was running. Frowning, he turned around and spotted the trail of clothes caked with snow leading to the bathroom. Relief slammed into him as he followed the discarded clothing, stepped over the bag Jamie left in the middle of the floor and threw the bathroom door open, not really sure at this point if he was going to throttle her or spank her for scaring the shit out of him like this.

He walked in the bathroom, grabbed hold of the shower curtain, threw it open and-

“I’m pregnant!” Jamie announced with a huge smile as she threw herself in his arms.

-completely forgot that he was supposed to be angry as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed the woman that had just given him the perfect Valentine’s Day gift.

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February 2, 2015

What Happens at a Buffet…..

Part II

An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle



“I can explain,” Zoe said, swallowing nervously as Trevor set her down on her feet in the foyer.

“Really?” he drawled dangerously low as he kept his gaze locked on her.

“Yes,” she said, simply to buy herself some time as she watched Trevor reach back and shut the door.

“I’m all ears,” he said, startling her when he threw the lock.

“I, ummm,” she said, swallowing nervously as she took a step back, “that is, this isn’t what it looks likes.”

“So, then you’re not betraying me with that little bastard’s girlfriend?” Trevor demanded, not bothering to go after her, which actually kind of frightened her.

Holding up a finger, she said, “Technically, I don’t think they’re dating.”

“I don’t care what they’re technically doing,” he bit out evenly. “I only care about what you’re doing behind my back.”

“Umm, nothing?” she said, casually glancing over her shoulder as she took another step back to make sure that there was nothing blocking her escape if she needed it and judging by the murderous glare on his face, she was going to need it.

“Then you weren’t planning on meeting her at an undisclosed location today?” he asked, pointedly holding up her cellphone in case she tried to deny it.

She shifted more to the right as she took a step back. “I umm, I may have been planning on meeting her for lunch today.”

“Huh?” he murmured thoughtfully as he looked down at her phone and scrolled through her text messages. “If you were only planning on meeting her for lunch then why did you have to be there by nine?”

“So that we could make a well-educated decision on what to order for lunch?” she asked, sounding really hopeful as she took another step back, noting once again that he wasn’t trying to come after her.

“And you needed three hours to do that?” he asked, watching her every move.

Taking another step back, “Yes?”

He leaned back against the front door as he made a show of going through her text messages. “I see…..who else was involved?” he asked in a deceptively calm voice as she stood there, frozen on the spot.

“I-involved in what?” she asked, trying to take another step back, one that would take her into the family room, but her feet wouldn’t listen to her.

“In this betrayal,” he said, still looking down at her phone, but she knew that he wouldn’t find anything. She’d made sure to delete the other text messages this morning just in case-

“Haley sold you out this morning,” he announced, never taking his eyes off the phone as she struggled with the knowledge that Haley had sold her out.

Haley never would have sold her out…..Never!

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said firmly, sure that Haley would have taken their secret to the grave.

“She confessed to Jason last night,” he said with a careless shrug.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, shaking her head as she took another step back even as she had to wonder if that was the reason why she hadn’t heard from Haley since yesterday afternoon.

“She’s talking right now,” he said, casually scrolling through her phone.

“There’s nothing to tell?” she said weakly as she took a step back, wondering why she’d let Marybeth talk her into doing this.

Okay, so maybe the idea of screwing over her husband and all of his male relatives for her own joy may have had something to do with it, but she was still going to blame Marybeth for this one.

“You want to tell me why you did it?” he asked, finally looking up at her.

She could have done and said a lot of things to save her ass at that moment, she could have named names, made a run for it or simply denied it, but she didn’t do any of things.

Instead, she opened her mouth and said the one thing that guaranteed her safety.

“Arrangement.”



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January 25, 2015

What Happens at a Buffet………

Part I

An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle



“Where are you going?” Trevor asked, biting back a smile as Zoe froze, mid-step, and mid-text by the look of it, and slowly, ever so slowly, turned around to face him.

Worrying her bottom lip, she quickly shoved her phone in her back pocket and said, “Nowhere?”

“Then why are you standing next to your car with your keys out?” he asked, folding his arms over his chest as he leaned back against the old oak tree and waited for the woman that he loved more than anything to betray him, again.

“Umm, I was, umm,” she said, swallowing nervously, “just getting home?”

“I see,” he murmured thoughtfully as he watched her shift closer to her car. “Where did you go?”

“Where did I go?” she asked, appearing confused by this line of questioning.

“Mmmhmm, where did you go?”

“I was, umm, just driving around in case the school called?” she said, giving him one of her sweet little smiles that usually managed to wrap him around her little finger.

“Because of their first day at school?” he asked, deciding to toy with her a little bit and let her believe that he was buying into this bullshit story.

“Yes,” she quickly agreed with a nod, “that’s exactly it. I was worried that the school would call about one of the boys and I wanted to be close by in case they needed me.”

“Then why did you come back?”

“Why did I come back?” she asked, shifting nervously.

“Mmmhmm.”

“I, umm,” she said, swallowing nervously as she looked around their front yard for inspiration. When her gaze landed on him, she straightened with a relieved smile. “I came home to spend time with you?”

“And how were you planning on doing that since I was supposed to be at work today?” he asked, biting back a smile when she nibbled on her bottom lip as she struggled to come up with another lie to save her beautiful ass from the spanking that she deserved.

“Well, I, um,” she started to explain as she looked back at her car and shifted closer to it, “I’d planned on texting you to come home later when I was ready?”

“Ready?” he asked, pushing away from the tree and moved closer to her as she continued to edge closer to her car.

She nodded even as she took another step back. “For the sex.”

“The sex?” he repeated, feeling his lips twitch with amusement.

“Yes, the sex,” she said with a nod as she licked her lips and blindly reached back for the car door. “To, um, celebrate the boys returning to school and having the house to ourselves for a few hours?”

He nodded as he gestured towards the front door. “Okay, let’s go.”

“Go? Go where?” she asked just as her cellphone chimed, alerting her to an incoming text message and making her go completely still.

“To the house for sex,” he said, gesturing lazily towards the house as he continued to move closer to her as another chime sounded and then another.

“Right now?” she asked, sounding surprised by the suggestion as her car door popped open.

“Unless you have somewhere else you’re supposed to be,” he said as he closed the distance between them.

“I, umm, was going to run a few errands first,” she sputtered a bit as she opened her door wider.

“They can wait,” he said as he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers.

Another chime.

“I-I have to go,” she said against his lips, her breaths coming a little quicker as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Come inside, sweetheart,” he said soothingly as he dropped his hand down to her generous bottom and gave it a squeeze that had her gasping.

“I need to go,” she whispered weakly as he brushed his lips teasingly over hers.

“Where?” he asked as he moved his hand over her ass, taking a moment to enjoy himself before he dragged his hand up and-

“Give it back!” Zoe demanded as she tried to grab the cellphone from his hand, but he simply raised it higher out of her reach as he swiped through her messages.

“Got something you want to tell me?” he asked, grinding his jaw as he read the proof of her betrayal.

“It’s not what it looks like,” Zoe said, giving up on trying to get the phone away from him and instead moved to step away from him.

“Then you weren’t trying to sneak off to meet Marybeth at a new buffet?” he asked, turning an accusing glare on his wife just as she made a run for it.



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January 14, 2015

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January 12, 2015

The Cafeteria War

Part I

An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle

“Sebastian?”

Johnny sighed heavily as he reached over and took the piece of paper from his mother. “This isn’t necessary,” he said, glancing over the five-page document.

“It’s very necessary,” his father said, holding out a pen. “Sign it.”

Sebastian reached over and took the papers out of his hand and looked down at them. “You know that they can’t legally enforce any of this, don’t you?” Sebastian asked with a sigh.

“Sign. It,” their father stressed, glaring down at them. “We’ve waited five months for them to let you back in school and you’re going.”

“It’s a form of discrimination,” he felt obligated to point out, but judging by the way that his father shifted that glare right back on him, the man simply didn’t care.

“They won’t let you attend school until you both sign it,” their mother said as she frowned down at the weird blue blob things in the pan.

For a moment, he considered asking her what she was cooking, but decided against it since it would only give him nightmares. Instead, he held the document between him and his brother and struggled not to laugh at the list of rules that the School Department and City Council had come up with for them. A lot of the rules were pretty stupid, but a few of them actually sounded like fun. He made a mental note of the ones that they were going to have to try later and reluctantly signed the document. After a slight hesitation, Sebastian took the pen from him and signed it as well.

“Can we go now?” he asked, handing the document back to his father.

“Don’t you want breakfast?” Mom asked, holding up a plate stacked high with whatever that blue stuff was, looking hopeful.

“No, umm, that’s okay, Mom. We’re not that hungry,” Sebastian said, shooting him a nervous glance.

“But, it’s your first day of middle school. It’s a big day,” Mom said, worrying her bottom lip as she glanced back down at the plate of-

Did that blue stuff just move?

Swallowing nervously, he shot his father a look to find him standing there, staring down at the plate and looking terrified. “The boys are probably too excited to eat,” his father said, swallowing nervously as he gestured for them to grab their bags and go.

Mom sighed heavily. “You’re probably right.”

“They’ll be fine,” Dad promised as he leaned down and quickly kissed Mom while they grabbed their bags and backed up towards the back door, trying not to make any sudden movements that would draw their mother’s attention.

Before she could do something like offer to pack the blue stuff in their lunch bags, they turned around and made a run for it and they didn’t stop running until they were safely in the backseat of their father’s SUV. When Dad walked out of the house a few minutes later, carrying a brown paper bag that was slowly turning blue, they realized that their father hadn’t been so lucky.

“I think we have just enough time to stop for donuts before we meet with your new principal,” Dad said as he leaned over and grabbed one of the trash bags that he kept hidden beneath the passenger seat and dumped the terrifying bag inside.

“Thanks, Dad,” he said as he sat back as he stared out the window, wondering just how bad this was going to be.

*-*-*-*

Very bad as it turned out….

“Class, please give a warm welcome to the new students that I told you about last week, Sebastian and Johnny Bradford,” Mrs. Thompson said with a large smile that looked practiced as she gestured to the two of them.

When the students just stared at them, Mrs. Thompson cleared her throat in an attempt to break the awkward silence. “Perhaps Johnny and Sebastian, you’d like to tell the class something about yourselves?”

“No,” Sebastian simply said as Johnny walked past the teacher, pausing only long enough to grab one of the chemistry textbooks off her desk and headed towards the back of the class.

“They don’t look nine,” one of girls whispered while the rest of the class continued to watch their every move until Mrs. Thompson cleared her throat and drew their attention back to the front of the class.

“Please open your books to chapter three.”

“I should have offered to pay mom to continue homeschooling us,” Sebastian grumbled as he opened his book.

“I offered her twenty bucks a week,” he muttered, turning to chapter three and barely resisting the urge to roll his eyes. They were only up to the basics of the Periodic Table.

“And she didn’t take it?” Sebastian asked with a frown.

“Nope,” he said, making the word pop on a sigh, wondering if it was possible to die from boredom, something that he was sure that he was going to find out soon.

“Gold digger,” Sebastian said with a shake of his head, making Johnny chuckle as he reached into his bag and pulled out the leather-bond journal that Grandma Blaine had given him.

“What time’s lunch?” he asked, wishing that he hadn’t turned down his father’s offer to buy muffins this morning.

“Not soon enough,” Sebastian said, pulling out-

“Isn’t that Uncle Jared’s iPhone?” he asked, glancing up in time to see Mrs. Thompson explain that each element was numbered.

“Yeah,” Sebastian said, bypassing the security code and broke into the phone. “I needed it and Dad is refusing to buy me one. I just needed it to keep an eye on a stock that I’m interested in. I’ll give it back to him tonight.”

“The tech stock?” he asked, as he turned back a few pages to read through what he’d written last night.

“Yeah, it’s a startup, but they have a firm grasp on light-weight alloy metal conductors that look promising.”

“Do you need to borrow my stash?” he asked, risking another glance up and rolling his eyes when he realized that Mrs. Thompson was now trying to explain the difference between a solid and a gas.

“They should have placed us in the advanced class,” Sebastian pointed out with a snort of disgust, voicing his thoughts exactly.

“No kidding,” he said, shaking his head as he returned his attention to the story he was working on.

“How much do you have saved?”

“A hundred a fifty,” he said, crossing out a section that wasn’t working in his story.

“You still saving up for an iPad?”

“Yeah.”

“Then save it. I’ll find another way to buy this stock.”

“Do you think that we’ll have any classes with Cole this year?” he asked, hoping that they’d have at least one class with their cousin.

Sebastian shrugged. “If we don’t, we can always break into the system and fix that.”

“True,” he murmured in agreement, wondering if they shouldn’t just go ahead and do that anyway so they could switch out of this class.

“Would someone like to volunteer to help me demonstrate how to turn this ice cube from a solid to a gas?”

He looked up just as Mrs. Thompson was turning on a Bunsen burner and smiled. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his brother raise his hand.

“We would love to help, Mrs. Thompson,” he said, already getting to his feet as he considered several different ways to make this experiment more interesting.



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The Cafeteria War

Part II

An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle



“I-I don’t understand how this happened,” Mrs. Thompson said in a daze as she stared down at what was left of her experiment.

Johnny sighed heavily from her right. “These things happen.”

“There was no way to stop it,” Sebastian said from her left, shaking his head in sympathy.

“B-but it was just a simple experiment,” she said, glancing up at the damage the steam had created. “I don’t understand how this happened. It was just steam.”

“It’s a mystery,” he said, grabbing her arm just as Johnny grabbed her other arm and as one, they stepped back, taking her with them just as a section of the ceiling in the shape of a perfect circle suddenly fell.

“How am I going to explain this?” she mumbled to herself as she stared down at the floor, probably not expecting them to answer her so they didn’t.

“What’s our next class?” Johnny asked as they returned to their seats and grabbed their bags, ignoring the horrified stares that followed their every move.

“Computers and Technology,” he said, sharing a smile with his brother as they headed for the door.

“Excellent,” Johnny said, chuckling as they walked past the small group forming around Mrs. Thompson and what was left of their experiment.

*-*-*-*

“Sebastian and Johnny, why don’t you take the last lab table,” Mrs. Spring said as she handed them each a thick packet. “We’ve been working on this for the past week. Don’t worry about catching up. You can take it home and work on it if you need more time.”

“Thanks,” he said absently as he took the packet and looked down at it with a frown.

“You can use the computer to help you find the answers,” she said with a smile as she gestured for them to take their seats, but he couldn’t move.

He just stood there staring down at the first question, wondering if this was a joke. He looked up in time to catch Johnny’s questioning look, probably wondering the same thing. Hoping that he’d misread the first question, he looked back down at the first page and felt his stomach drop.

What is a computer?
This could not be happening. It just couldn’t. He glanced down at the second question, hoping against hope that it would be more of a challenge only to discover that the second question was even more frightening than the last.

How do you turn on a computer?
Praying that this was a mistake, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out the small piece of paper the front office had given him this morning. He looked down at the paper, wondering if they’d accidentally placed them in the remedial class, but no, there had been no mistake.

This was the Honors class.

When they’d told him that he was going to skip a few grades and go straight into middle school, he’d been excited. He’d been looking forward to all the new classes, hoping to finally take a class that he enjoyed. He’d always hated school, hated sitting there, struggling to stay awake while the teacher went on and on about something that he’d learned when he was two.

“This class is going to be a waste of time,” Johnny grumbled as he walked past him.

He didn’t say anything as he followed his brother, because there wasn’t any point. They were going to be stuck here for three more, depressing, years. Man, he wished that they were still back in elementary school. At least there they could put their heads down when they were bored and take a nap.

“Are you going to do this?” Johnny asked, absently flicking a hand towards the packet as he turned on the computer

“No,” he said with a chuckle as he turned on his computer and sent up a silent thank you when he saw the modem, a T1 connection. “I’ll give Matthew ten bucks to do it for me.”

“Sounds good to me,” Johnny murmured in agreement as they both glanced up to make sure the teacher was still at the front of the class. When they spotted her sitting at her desk, reading a newspaper they decided to see what they could learn about their new school.



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December 31, 2014

The content in this Chronicle and on this website is intended for adults, 18 years and older.

New Year’s Eve 2014……..
An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle


“We’re playing pretty Disney princesses and that’s final!” his normally sane father-in-law snapped at Bryce as the other man continued to sit there, pouting.

“I called dibs on the Ariel tiara,” Bryce grumbled as he adjusted his Disney princess teacup on the small saucer in front of him.

“My baby girl wanted it!” his father-in-law snapped seconds before he turned to face Connor’s little girl and smiled as he picked up his teacup, pinky finger up of course, and proceeded to take a small, dainty sip of his pretend tea, making Kylie giggle around a mouthful of her tiara.

“I called it first,” Bryce mumbled pathetically as he continued to sit there pouting, making Connor wonder, not for the first time, how such a small female had managed to bring the James men to their knees.

“Can I go with you and mommy on your date?” his son Dustin asked as he looked up from the princess tea set his grandfather had set down in front of him.

“No, buddy, I’m sorry,” he said, leaning down to press a kiss against his small son’s head, noting the scent of the boo-berries shampoo that Rory had used in his hair.

“But I don’t want to hang out with a bunch of girls,” Dustin announced, forcing him to bite back a laugh.

“We’re not girls!” Bryce snapped even as he reached up and adjusted the tiara on his head.

Dustin squished up his face in disgust as he faced his uncle. “Yes, you are! You’re a big girl!”

“We’re playing princess for your sister, because that’s what she wanted to play,” his father-in-law explained with a haughty sniff that had Connor rolling his eyes.

“She can’t even talk yet!” Dustin pointed out as he gestured towards his baby sister, who was barely six months old.

“She wanted to play princesses!”

“No, she didn’t!” Dustin argued, glaring at his grandfather.

“Yes, she did!”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“I should have got that tiara since I called it first,” Bryce mumbled, sending a pout to his niece as she continued to gum the tiara.

Deciding that it was probably for the best if he left now before things turned ugly, he pressed one last kiss to his son’s head, who was too busy to notice since he was still calling Bryce a big girl before he gave his giggling baby girl a big kiss on one of her rosy cheeks and headed for the door. He was going to have to make this up to his son tomorrow, he decided as he closed the door behind him.

“Stop calling me Auntie Bryce!” he heard his brother-in-law whine just as the door clicked shut behind him, making him chuckle.

Definitely going to have to have some guy time with his little guy tomorrow, he decided, chuckling as he headed towards his SUV. Twenty minutes later, and one stop off at the pharmacy, and he was pulling into his driveway. He grabbed the bouquet of white roses and the small box of chocolate truffles that he’d bought for his wife and headed for the front door, only pausing long enough to glare at Rory’s dog, Bunny.

“Little bastard,” he bit out, glaring down at the large dog.

Bunny stopped mid-pee just to glare at him.

For a minute, he stood there, glaring at the little bastard that had interrupted the late Christmas gift that Rory had been giving him this morning….in the kitchen…..on her knees and promised himself that the next time the little bastard pulled that shit that he was going go to the vet’s office for a little snip.

“Would you stop glaring at my baby boy?” Rory asked on an exasperated sigh, drawing his attention away from the little bastard growling at him and-

“Oh, shit…..,” he said, locking his knees when he felt them threaten to give out as he ran his eyes over his wife.

“Does it look okay?” Rory asked, worrying her bottom lip as she reached down and ran her hands over the tight-fitting baby pink cocktail dress that showed off every delectable curve of her body to perfection including the large swell of her belly where their baby was growing.

“It looks fine,” he said, sighing heavily as he sent the dress an apology in advance, because he knew that it wasn’t going to survive the night, at least not in one piece.

*-*-*-*

“You’re banned,” John said, folding his arms over his chest as he blocked the entrance.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Connor demanded even as he continued to caress his thumb across the back of her hand. “The ban was lifted years ago!”

“This is a new ban.”

“For what?” Connor demanded before she could.

They hadn’t done anything to earn a ban in years. They’d stopped fighting and causing scenes in public when they’d started dating. There was absolutely no reason for them to get-

“Last month, you had sex in the bathroom,” John reminded them with a murderous glare.

She opened her mouth to try to deny it, but he cut her off, making her wonder if Connor would consider moving out of state tomorrow.

“You were loud. Really loud,” he stressed when Connor opened his mouth to argue. “I had to stop more than half the customers from calling the cops, because they thought that you were killing her.”

“Oh,” Connor said, clearing his throat and clearly biting back a smile, “I see.”

“Good,” John said, sending them one last glare before he turned and walked back into the restaurant, leaving them standing there while she tried to figure out a good way to break it to her father and brothers that they were leaving the state and never coming back.

“Well,” Connor said after a minute of standing there as she tried to process what had just happened, “then it’s probably a safe bet to assume that we’re banned from half the restaurants in town.”

And damn if he didn’t sound proud.

“Oh, God,” she said, releasing his hand so that she could cover her face as the full impact of what John said hit her.

Everyone in town probably knew…….including her father and brothers….. that she was a big slut that couldn’t say no to her husband.

“Oh……..God……,” she mumbled pathetically as she felt Connor wrap his arm around her shoulders.

“Why don’t we go home and see if we can salvage this night?” he suggested, sounding extremely smug.

Bastard.

“No, I want a divorce,” she mumbled as she allowed him to steer her across the crowded parking lot towards their car.

He chuckled. “This will blow over.”

She dropped her hands to her sides so that she could glare up at her husband. “Until the next time that you convince me that it’s a good idea to give you a blow job under the table?” she snapped, her hand twitching when the bastard had the balls to grin.

“In my defense, it doesn’t take much,” he said, chuckling when she playfully hit his shoulder and tried to glare at him, but he destroyed every last ounce of anger with an over-the-top eye wiggle, making her laugh.

“You bastard,” she said with a mock glare that earned her a wink.

“Does that mean that you’re not up to giving me one tonight?” he asked teasingly as he took her hand back in his as he leaned down and brushed his lips against hers.

“I was thinking about it,” she murmured back against his lips, smiling when he growled.

“Little tease,” he groaned against her lips before he moved to step away, but she didn’t let him get very far before she wrapped one arm around his shoulders and kissed him.

“Who said that I was teasing?” she asked, smiling as she reached down between them and lightly gripped him through his pants, not at all surprised to find him hard.

He groaned against her mouth seconds before he deepened the kiss and pulled her around their SUV and out of sight, making her laugh.

“I can’t,” she said even as she continued to rub him through his pants.

“You can,” he said, kissing his way down to her throat as she opened her eyes and quickly looked around, noting that they were parked in the darkest part of the parking lot and hidden behind their car. She gave his shaft a hard squeeze, moaning when his large hand cupped her breast through her dress and sighed, deciding that one last moment of fun before they fled the state was okay since the woods bordering the parking lot was blocking their view of the street.

“We’ll get arrested,” she pointed out on a breathy moan as she slowly pulled his zipper down.

“No one will see,” he murmured as he pulled her dress down just enough to expose her breast to his greedy hand.

“That’s what you said last week at the movie theater,” she said on a groan, idly wondering if they were banned from there as well until she remembered that they were fleeing town in the morning and then she simply shrugged it off.

“I was just helping you in the car,” he explained innocently.

“Helping me in the car?” she said, her lips twitching with amusement as she remembered just how he’d been helping her get in the car.

“Mhmmm,” he murmured in agreement as he fondled her breast. “It’s not my fault if the best way to help my pregnant wife back in the car is by dropping to my knees and-”

“Maybe we should go home,” she suggested, cutting him off even as she reached inside his pants and wrapped her hand around him since she really wasn’t in the mood to spend another New Year’s Eve behind bars, especially not while she was seven months pregnant.

“Will you be able to wait?” he asked, knowing her so well.

“No,” she admitted with a sigh, because they both knew that her hormones wouldn’t allow her to wait the ten minutes that it would take to drive home before she had him. “I can’t wait.”

He chuckled as he moved his hand over her ass and gave it a squeeze. “Neither can I.”

“Then maybe we should-”

“Oh, my God! Are you fucking kidding me?” John suddenly demanded, making her rethink her decision to wait until tomorrow to flee the state.

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December 27, 2014

Well, today is the official release day for the fifth Neighbor from Hell novel, The Game Plan. I can't believe that it's been a year since the last NFH release. It's definitely been a long and interesting year.

The Game Plan (Neighbor from Hell, #5) by R.L. Mathewson

Next year should be even more interesting, lol.......

I have set some pretty big goals for myself, another NFH novel, the Honeymoon from Hell novelettes, another Pyte novel, A Cursed Hearts novel, a surprise or two..............

I am going to be a very busy woman :)

To thank you for your patience and kindness, and of course to celebrate Danny and Jodi's arrival, I have a few surprises lined up for today for the website visitors and for Goodreads.com readers.

The first, I will select five comments on this post to win a $25 gift card of your choice to either iBooks or Amazon.com. They will also win a Team Danny t-shirt or an NFH t-shirt of your choice.

The other treat that I have planned for today?

A coupon to Smashwords.com for The Game Plan. The coupon is for a $1.00 off and is good until January 1st. The code is: KE84L (It's not case sensitive)



The Game Plan is also available at, iBooks, Amazon.com, and Barnes and Noble.



Thank you so much for everything,

R.L.
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December 23, 2014

Attn: The HFH series will start being released at Amazon, B&N and the others in December 2015 with a surprise.

Well, this next year is going to be a very busy year for me :) I have several books planned for the next year, NFH, Pyte/Sentinel, Cursed Heart, Anger Management, etc. But, I also have something special planned for this year.....

A novelette series based on the Neighbor from Hell series called, Honeymoon From Hell.......

The HFH series will cover the wedding and honeymoon for all your favorite NFH couples including Jared and Megan's.

This series is very special to me so I wanted to do something special with it. A lot of people have been there for me, supported me, encouraged me and helped me get to where I am now and I wanted to do something special to thank one of the places that has helped me as well as so many other authors out there.

iBooks helped me get to where I am right now. They took a chance on me and made me their breakout author and they've shown me a lot of love and support over the past couple of years. As an unknown author and a single mother of two the support that they showed me made a world of difference for us. It is because of them that I am able to do what I love and take care of my family.

When I decided to do this series I made the decision to publish this series exclusively at iBooks for a six month period for each HFH book to show my appreciation for their support.

I know that some of you will be disappointed about this and I apologize for that, but this is something that I would like to do to say thank you to iBooks. I will continue to do the chronicles and publishing the books that everyone's waiting for and keep everyone updated.

The first book in the series, Jason and Haley's will be published in June at iBooks for $0.99 and it's estimated that it will be around 120 pages long. This book will be available at iBooks exclusively until December. The second book will be released in July at iBooks and then be available everywhere else in January. At this point I have six HFH books planned.

Amazon, B&N, etc. will start getting the HFH series in December 2015

If you have any questions, please feel free to ask me.

-R.L. Mathewson

The content in this Chronicle and on this website is intended for adults, 18 years and older.



Gift Wrapping from Hell

An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle





“We are not putting the kids’ presents in trash bags!” Zoe hissed, throwing their bedroom door another nervous glance.

“Why not?” he asked, grabbing a handful of comforter and pulling it up so that he could look underneath the bed. When he didn’t spot any children or listening devices he dropped the comforter and moved on to the rest of their room, looking for recording devices.

“Because I’m not leaving trash bags in front of the tree on Christmas morning for my children!” Zoe hissed as she slowly unlocked their bedroom door, opened it and stuck her head outside. When she didn’t spot any children lingering outside their room, she quietly shut the door and locked it.

“You’re spoiling those kids,” he said, shaking his head in disgust as he moved to check their bathroom.

“Because I want to wrap their presents?”

“Yes!” he admitted with a hiss as he stepped back into the bedroom to find Zoe standing there with her arms folded over her ample chest and her eyes narrowed to slits on him.

“You just don’t want to help wrap them!” she hissed accusingly.

“Damn right I don’t,” he said, glancing around their bedroom one last time. “I still don’t understand why you and the rest of the women in this family couldn’t get together and have one of those wrapping parties.”

“Because they’re your children, you lazy bastard! You should help!”

“I helped enough,” he grumbled, grabbing his hammer and headed for their closet door.

“How exactly did you help?”

“I went Christmas shopping with you, didn’t I?” he reminded her.

“You went Christmas shopping with me?” she repeated back with a dazed expression and a disgusted shake of her head. “You ditched my ass after five minutes and went and took a nap in the food court!”

“I was exhausted from all the shopping!” he snapped, raising his hammer and working the first nail that he’d shot into the closet door two weeks ago, free.

“You didn’t do any shopping!”

“I bought a burger and a slice of pizza from the food court to help keep my strength up. Standing in those long lines wore me out,” he grumbled, wondering why it still surprised him after all these years when his wife took him for granted.

“You know what,” she said, pinching the bridge of her nose, “it’s fine. You ditched me to get the shopping done, but it’s over. You do it every year so it’s my own damn fault for not learning my lesson. Let’s just focus on getting this done tonight so that we’re not rushing to get this done on Christmas Eve this year.”

“Fine,” he said, pouting a bit and not really caring.

He hated gift-wrapping. It was so fucking boring, especially since she wouldn’t let him throw a movie on, because according to her, he got distracted too easily. So what if she ended up wrapping three-dozen gifts and he only wrapped one? As long as they got wrapped he really didn’t see the problem.

God, he really didn’t want to do this tonight, he thought as he pulled another nail free. He considered accidently slamming the hammer into his hand a few dozen times to get out of this, but he knew his wife well enough to know that she would just bring all this shit to the hospital and make him wrap it there. He could-

“Did you check under here?” Zoe asked as she knelt in front of the bed and looked under it, wiggling that delectable ass of hers back and forth a few times and giving him an idea, one that would get him out of wrapping, at least for tonight.

*-*-*-*

“Trevor, did you…..what are you doing?” she asked when she felt him push the hem of t-shirt up.

“Helping you look,” he murmured as she felt his fingers slide beneath the waist of her panties and slowly pull them over her bottom and down her legs as far as they would go.

“Umm, how exactly is this helping me look?” she asked, licking her lips as she felt his hands glide over her bottom and back.

“I’m going to help you relax so that you don’t miss anything,” he explained before he added, “Lift.”

Rolling her eyes at his lame attempts to get out of wrapping, she did as he asked. He helped her out of her panties before he leaned over her and helped push her t-shirt, well, it was really his, off until she was left on her hands and knees, completely naked.

She moaned softly as he pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades. “Are you relaxed?” he asked, pressing another kiss against her spine.

“I’m getting there,” she told him, pushing back until her bottom was pressed against the bulge in his pants.

“I know a way to get you there faster. Sit on the edge of the bed,” he said, pressing one last kiss against her back before he sat back.

Knowing exactly what he had in store for her, she got to her feet and turned around so that she could sit down. Without waiting to be asked, she leaned back on her elbows and waited. He didn’t make her wait very long before he tore off his shirt and moved between her legs.

“Will this help?” he asked with a seductive smile as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her stomach as he pulled one leg and then the other over his shoulder.

“It couldn’t hurt,” she half moaned as she watched him bend his head between her legs.

“Oh, God, that feels so good,” she whispered as he ran his tongue between her wet folds.

“Tastes even better,” he growled, sliding his tongue through her slit one more time before he pushed it inside her.

Her head dropped back as her eyes slid shut on their own. She’d never get used to this even she lived to be a hundred years old. Every time with him still felt incredible, new and exciting. It still amazed her that a man like this loved her. Sure, he drove her crazy and had brought her to the verge of several mid-life crises, but she adored him.

“When you’re done screaming,” he said, pausing to slide his tongue inside her and slowly pull it back, “I want you to get on your hands and knees and expose your sweet little pussy for me.”

Another flick and a lick later as she lay there moaning loudly, he asked, “Are you ready to scream for me?”

“Getting there,” she admitted, licking her lips hungrily as he closed his lips around her clit and gently suckled.

“Let’s see if we can get you there a little faster,” he murmured just as he slid a finger inside her.

Her legs tightened over his shoulders as she used him to rock her hips. He held his finger inside her, allowing her to ride his finger while he continued to tease her clit. She opened her eyes and raised her head so that she could watch as she rode his finger and tongue. She met his gaze and licked her lips, turned on by the way that he watched her.

When she shifted her weight onto one arm so that she could run her hand over her breast, he growled hungrily against her, the pressure of his tongue against her clit increasing as he started to move his finger, thrusting it inside her.

“Change of plans,” he said against her slit, giving her one last lick before he pulled away, leaving her a little dazed as he gently pushed her legs off his shoulders and stood up.

He reached down and picked her up only to place her a little further up on the bed so that she could comfortably spread her legs. Once that was done he straightened up as he unsnapped his fly. She watched as he reached down and pulled his erection free.

“Show me how you like to relax, sweetheart,” he said, as he wrapped his hand around his erection and slowly stroked himself from base to tip and back again.

Her mouth watered at the sight. Without thought, she reached between her legs and traced her wet slit, her eyes greedily taking in the sight before her. For several minutes they stayed like that, Trevor slowly stroking his cock while she slowly traced her slit, matching the movement to his. When her hips rolled on their own, seeking more, she slid her fingers inside and over her swollen clit, moaning when Trevor cupped the tip of his cock and groaned.

“Spread your legs for me,” he ordered as he climbed onto the bed and kneeled between her legs.

She moved her legs further apart, placing her feet on the bed as she bent her legs, giving him a better view. Licking his lips, he shifted until he was able to press the tip of his cock at her entrance. He didn’t enter her, but she felt it all the same.

“Keep fucking yourself,” he said, stroking himself against her so that every stroke caused the head to tease her.

She moaned as she ran the tip of her finger around the swollen bundle of nerves as she watched him pleasure himself. As she touched herself she watched him watching her. Every muscle in his body was strained as he watched her, hungrily licking his lips.

“Am I getting that tonight?’ she asked, letting her gaze drift down to the large erection in his hand straining to get inside her.

“Do you want it?” he asked on a hoarse whisper as she rolled her hips, trying to get him to slide inside her.

“Yes.”

“Then you’re going to going to get-what the hell was that?” he asked, frowning when the noise came again.

She opened her mouth to tell him that it was nothing even as she prepared herself to have to tackle him to make him finish this when she heard it, too. Within seconds she was off the bed and racing towards the closet.

Trevor beat her to it, shoving his erection back in his pants as he grabbed the hammer and quickly started to pull the nails out of the door as she scooped up her shirt and panties and yanked them back on. The noise continued, getting louder with each passing second.

A minute later Trevor was dropping the hammer to the ground and yanking the door that they’d nailed shut a month ago open and-

“Oh,” Sebastian said, blinking innocently up at them from where he kneeled on the large walk in closet floor, “I was heading to the bathroom and must have taken a wrong turn.”

Her eyes narrowed to a glare when she saw small slippered feet disappearing through a manmade tunnel at the back of the closet right next to the bags of Christmas toys that they’d carefully hidden were.

Sighing, Trevor said, “Go back to bed,” and shut the door on their grinning son.

She opened her mouth only to get cut off when Trevor gestured towards the bed. “Hands and knees. Now.”

Deciding that sounded like a much better and more relaxing plan than interrogating their children, she pulled her t-shirt back off and headed to do just that.
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December 15, 2014

The 2014 R.L. Mathewson Chronicle Collection by R.L. Mathewson

A Christmas Party from Hell

“Tell me again why we’re going to this thing,” Trevor said, rubbing his hands roughly down his face as he sat there, praying that someone, anyone would call him with an emergency that would save him from having to go to this thing.

“Because it’s going to be fun,” Zoe said cheerfully for the benefit of their children who were all sitting in the back glaring at their mother for making them do this.

“I didn’t want to say anything, but,” Sebastian started to say only to pause with a heavy sigh, “I can’t go because this conflicts with my religious beliefs.”

The smile on his wife’s beautiful face disappeared and her eyes narrowed to slits as she slowly turned around to face her son. “You can’t go to a Christmas party at your school because of your religious beliefs?”

“Yes,” Sebastian said with a firm nod.

“You’re Catholic so how exactly does going to a Christmas party conflict with your religious beliefs?” she demanded.

Sebastian didn’t miss a beat as he said, “Because it’s stupid.”

“Because it’s stupid?” Zoe repeated, seeming at a loss when it of course made perfect sense to him.

“Yes, I don’t believe in attending things that are stupid,” he said with a straight face that made Trevor lock his jaw and avert his eyes from the rearview mirror, afraid that he’d laugh if he looked at his son right now and wrecking what appeared to be their one and only chance to escape this nightmare.

“I see,” Zoe murmured thoughtfully before she asked, “And do you believe in getting an allowance.”

“I’m a devout believer.”

“Then I suggest that you get your cute little butt out of this car, get in there, laugh, smile and be joyful or I’m going to have to abstain from giving you your allowance for the next ten years!”

“That’s sacrilegious,” Johnny hissed in outrage on his brother’s behalf.

“It is what it is,” Zoe said, opening her door and climbing out as he sat there, contemplating doing something that would probably end with divorce, but right now as he watched the stick thin janitor they were trying to pass off as Santa Claus walk past his car he was willing to risk it.

He glanced at the rearview mirror and met the determined gaze of his children and with a nod, they all agreed that the risk was worth it. He moved his hand to put the SUV in drive when Zoe opened his door, reached over him and pulled the keys out of the ignition.

“I’ll just walk home,” he said, determined to do whatever it took to avoid this party.

“You do that,” she said, stepping back and opening the back passenger door and gestured for the children to get out.

With their eyes narrowed on their mother, they did just that. Knowing that they were good and truly fucked, he climbed out of the car. For a minute he considered making a run for it, but he couldn’t do that to his children. He also couldn’t tell the kids that they didn’t have to go. He loved his wife and would never undermine her authority in front of the kids so he was going to have to suck it up and go, but not without making his terms clear.

He leaned down until his mouth was by Zoe’s ear and whispered, “After we put the kids to bed you’ll have five seconds to strip naked and get on your hands and knees with your ass up in the air to make up for this shit.”

“Fine,” she said with a shrug and what sounded like a smile as she gestured for the children, who were now including him in their glare, to go inside where a night of hell awaited them all.

*-*-*-*

“Please tell me that you’re kidding,” she said, rubbing her temples as she watched the Donna, the head of the PTA, nervously lick her lips as she took a cautious step back away from the table where up until five minutes ago, she’d been selling slices of pizza.

“I guess we didn’t order enough,” she said with a smile and a shrug as she gestured towards the long line of disappointed parents and children. “We weren’t expecting this big of a turn out so we only ordered a dozen pizzas.”

“I see,” she said, but she wasn’t really listening. She was too busy looking around, searching for something that would save them all, but unfortunately for everyone, all the baked treats and bags of stale popcorn had already been sold.

She stepped away from the line, trying to keep it together. She had to find her children and husband and get them out of here and to a restaurant before they ended up doing something that was going to get them another featured spot on the ten o’clock news. She glanced around the large cafeteria searching for her husband and children, but they weren’t here.

Trying to stay calm, she pulled her phone out and called Trevor, but thirty seconds later she was shoving it in her back pocket and freaking out a tad bit. She should have made sure they’d eaten before they’d left for this party, but stupidly she thought there would be plenty of food here to hold them over. She’d been wrong. So wrong…..

Forcing herself to act casual, she walked into the hallway and…….frowned when she realized that there was no one else in the hallway. She looked to her right and spotted all the abandoned carnival games that had had long lines of children waiting for a turn to win a piece of candy when she’d passed through the halls ten minutes ago. Now, balls, rubber ducks, Ping-Pong balls, candy wrappers, apples and Christmas ornaments littered the once busy hallway.

Swallowing nervously, turned to the left and found the same carnage left behind. An eerie feeling passed over her as she turned around to ask one the many people hanging around the cafeteria doors what happened only to stumble back and mutter, “Oh God, no,” when she spotted her seven year old daughter Jessica standing twenty feet away in the middle of the cafeteria……alone.

Somehow she found the strength to take those ten steps that would bring her back in the cafeteria. She looked around, but there was no one else. In less than a minute the nosy cafeteria had been abandoned, leaving her daughter and the remains of more than two-dozen plates of half eaten meals and snacks littering the tables and floors.

“W-what’s going on here?” she asked Jessica, doing her best not to show her fear, because as she’d learned from watching Dr. Phil and animal shows, showing fear was the quickest way to find herself in a horrifying situation with no way out.

“Nothing,” Jessica said with a smile as she walked over to her and took her hand. “Let’s go find Daddy and the boys.”

“Okay,” she said numbly as she allowed Jessica to turn her around and almost screamed a bit hysterically when she spotted her husband and boys standing in the hallway, all of them watching her and……smiling….they were smiling.

“Having a good time, sweetheart?” Trevor asked with a pleasant enough smile, but there was something in his expression that terrified her.

“Y-yes,” she said, swallowing nervously as she walked back into the hallway and as discretely as possible, looked around. “Where is everyone?”

“Gone,” Sebastian said ominously.

“The party’s over,” Mathew said.

“It was magical,” Johnnie added.

“I see,” she said as she allowed Jessica to lead her to the school’s front entrance. “Did you have a good time?” she asked hollowly, dreading their answer.

“Yes, mother,” they said as one, “we had a wonderful time.”

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