Chapter 168: Jacquelyn—You Simply Must Hear This
Subj: You Simply Must Hear This
Date: 11/28/-- 2:00 A.M. Mountain Time
From: [email protected]
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My love I should be in bed now, I know that I will look frightening in the morning but I just cannot wait to tell you. Can you make even a ghost of a guess as to who is in our bed right now, SNORING? Come to think of it, darling, I don’t think there should be a rush for you to find us accommodations; I am having just enough fun here. Besides I don’t think Sasha would like that savage humidity down there. Speaking of, Sasha adores my guest; she’s sleeping on his chest right now.
Are you curious yet? Are you jealous yet? I wish you would be jealous, I like the thought of you a thousand miles away, trying to guess whose arms I found such exquisite delight in and being able to do nothing about it. Oooo and how sore I am too! Does that give you a clue? I’m having pains just trying to sit with my legs crossed, (sighs).
I suppose I should go to bed, but darling you have been silent for a week! Please tell me what you are up to or else I will tell you nothing of the lovely things I have discovered and am a part of, not to mention a lovely video cassette that has come into my possession with two charming women… Oh it’s too delicious to tell you right now.
Good night for now my love,
Completely Yours (When I am in Your Presence, Ha!)
Jacquelyn
Jacquelyn sighed and clicked off the computer. He was still snoring on their bed, she was in the other room and she could hear it. Well, it wasn’t as terrible as Pascal’s snoring at times. Hockey players snored, men snored. As far as she could tell, everyone snored; women just didn’t like to believe that they did.
She smiled as she stood in the doorway of the bedroom. Dim lighting from the street outside shone into the room, coupled with the light of the moon. She could see his body on the bed, she could see Sasha on top of him and she could hear the cat purring. How funny that Sasha liked him.
Jacquelyn yawned and stepped into the room, she slid under the covers and pressed herself next to his hard, warm body. Sasha mewed and he groaned, mumbled something she couldn’t understand. Jacquelyn closed her eyes and pressed her cheek into his shoulder. He wasn’t hers, he was Mimi’s and Jacquelyn decided that that was what she liked the most about him. Mimi wouldn’t like it, so Jacquelyn adored him all the more.
Subj: Re: You Simply Must Hear This
Date: 11/28/--
From: [email protected]
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You’re teasing me? Of course you are kitten, when aren’t you? Forgive my neglect for this last week, but it isn’t because I haven’t thought of you. If you haven’t noticed, we are in the midst of a divisional battle and our schedule has been less than kind. My spare hours have been few and far between.
Sore you say? Then I do have an idea of whom you are speaking and I must admit I am violently jealous if I am correct. I know you are trying to bait me with that so for now I will ignore it so I can tell you what I have been up to.
I have been spending a great deal of time with Richard Matvichuck and what a wicked man he is. My dear I might now want to bring you down here just so that I might protect you from him. You would like him I suppose and like him too much. At this point, however, I am not sure who I would least like to see you with, Matvichuck or, who you are playing with at this very moment.
As far as Matvichuck goes, he is a well of knowledge and usefulness. He told me of Mike Modano’s attentions to Jason Arnott which required his hasty removal from the team. I admit I felt very sorry for the man, thinking of the ostracism and hate that chased him from this team. Matvichuk, incidentally feels the same way. As we are on the same page then, we both agreed that the whole affair is Arnott’s fault. Do you think Arnott should just get away with letting his prejudice uproot a franchise player from his home? I will let your reply make the decision for us.
Video cassette? Delicious activities? My Pet you have been busy. Tell me everything we have kept nothing from each other, ever! I promise I will not leave you in neglect ever again no matter what the work schedule is. I miss you so much, you and your soft skin and your laugh and yes even Sasha’s nails on my back.
Ever Faithfully Yours, (Even if we are apart)
Pascal
Jacquelyn
smiled and sighed. It was too early in the morning to be awake. Was the sun up
yet? No it wasn’t. Still she had waked knowing that there was someone in her
bed. She was restless. She had gone straight to the computer to see if Pascal
had replied to her email, he had. She grinned, amused at what Pascal could be
doing in
She liked it here, where it was crisp and cool, where the glass was frigid in the morning with intricate tracings of frost. Jacquelyn loved things beautiful, and she loved things cold and heartless. She liked the image of things, but she didn’t like the heart. A heart was too warm, to full of heat and above all things, the wrong sort of heat. She never made the mistake of letting her heart get into the way of things, of entanglements and affairs. It was always the ultimate in mistakes.
She looked at Patrick as he lay on her bed, was he asleep? She couldn’t tell. No, her heart didn’t burn for him, her heart wasn’t involved with him and that’s how she liked it. She adored the pleasure he gave her, and the helpless ecstasy she could induce into him. It was a mutual sort of pleasuring and of course, of it annoyed Mimi in the long run, if it instilled some amount of pain in her “scented bosom” then it was all the better.
Sasha mewed and jumped on the bed, and she was quickly followed by a black flash of fur. It was her other cat, Claudia. Even Claudia was emerging when she knew a strange man was in the house? Jacquelyn giggled.
Patrick groaned as Sasha alighted on his chest, purring loudly and crawling across him.
“Maow!” Sasha said and Patrick didn’t move.
“Meeeooooo,” Claudia howled and a slight frown turned at Patrick’s lips but he didn’t open his eyes.
Sasha took matters into her own paws and sniffing at his face, she finally decided on his eyelid. Jacquelyn couldn’t help but laugh as Sasha’s pink, rough edged tongue shot out and stuck to his eyelid, forcing it open.
“My God!” Patrick gasped and he startled the cats of his chest. They didn’t seem afraid however, as they continued to purr loudly at his side on the mattress. “Did that cat just lick my eye?”
Jacquelyn nodded and slid back into the bed. “Yes,” she said. “They’re hungry.”
Patrick looked sleepy, grumpy and adorable with messy hair. “They? You have two?”
“Mmhmm,” Jacquelyn said and she closed her eyes, yawned. “Feed them please, you’re going to be leaving soon anyway.”
“Eh?” Patrick said. “Feed them? Leave?”
“Well,” Jacquelyn replied. “Mimi will not be so mad at you if you slink back home at a pre-dawn hour, cuddling back to her… scented bosom. Yes? So the food is in the kitchen under the sink, their dishes are right there. Please?”
She heard him laugh quietly, felt his warmth as he moved over body and kissed her then he left the bed. “You’re a sweet girl,” he replied. “I couldn’t do enough for you.”
“Mmm,” Jacquelyn sighed. “No one can.”
She listened to him gathering his clothes, peeked at his sculpted, delicious body watched him dress. She saw the grimace on his face as he made any movement to his left, saw him touch at his hip. As he was leaving the bedroom, the cats running at his feet, mewing loudly and looking up at him, Jacquelyn called out, “Patrick, darling,” he stopped and looked at her.
“Yes?”
“You need a hair cut yes? You should get one.”
Subj: Re: Re:You Simply Must Hear This
Date: 11/28/-- 7:00 A.M. Mountain Time
From: [email protected]
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My Love I don’t know how much to tell you there is so much! It’s confusing because I am aware of the complete frankness there has always been between each other. It would be a shame to ruin that with secrets now would it not? So rest assured I will tell you everything and will hold nothing back.
First, though, as for the situation with Jason Arnott. I can’t recall what he looks like or who he is. I’m sorry but you know I never pay that much attention to a silly hockey game. I will look him up however and tell you what I think of him. I think though, without having seen him, I would suggest that you simply do what comes natural. It is a shame that he forced Mike Modano from the team as he did and uprooted us and me from our lovely home I might add. If that isn’t enough incentive for you to attack Arnott, my discomfort, than I know that you do not care for me in the slightest. In fact I am positively infuriated that you should even have to think twice about going after the cause of our troubles! How could you feel the need to strike justice for Mike Modano, a man you have no attachment to and yet forget about the well being of your wife?
As for the goings on here. Where should I begin?
With Patrick. It seems that Monsieur Roy has run into some troubles with the little green eyed nanny……………
Subj: Re: Re: Re: You Simply Must Hear This
Date: 11/28/--
From: [email protected]
And you’re right in the middle of this? Perfect. We do have to think about this one carefully.
P.T.
Subj: Re: Re:You Simply Must Hear This
Date: 11/28/-- 3:00 P.M. Mountain Time
From: [email protected]
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What is there to think about? What is there to consider? I say we swim right in and have some fun. Honestly you’re too tentative sometimes it’s embarrassing.
Jacquelyn
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