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“Just remember I’m always here for ya,” he called after me, as I made my exit. “The door’s always open.”
“Yeah, I know.”
That’s the problem.
WEIRD DREAMS AND WANDERING HANDS
APRIL 24TH 2004
AOIFE
“So,I had this strange dream last night.”
“Did you, Aoife, love?” Dad replied.
“Yeah, I did.” Leaning my hip against the side of the jacked-up car that my father was working on, I sighed dramatically. “And when I woke up this morning, I was completely soaked.”
The sound a spanner clattering to the ground and then the words, “Jesus Christ,” filled my ears.
I grinned in victory.
“Are you alright there, Joey, lad?” my dad asked from where he was rummaging under the bonnet of the car with a dipstick in hand. “How’s that undertray coming along, son?”
Joey, whose upper body was hidden beneath the car they were working on, muttered another curse before saying, “Yeah, Tony, it’s nearly on there.”
“Good lad yourself,” Dad said, turning his attention back to me. “You know, Aoife, pet, if you’re sweating that much during the night, it’s a sign that you’re coming down with something.”
“Yeah, I certainly felt like I was coming—“
Another loud clatter sounded from beneath the car. “Fuck.”
“Down with something at the time.” I smiled sweetly at my dad. “But I’m fine now, Dad.”
“Good girl yourself.” Dad smiled and then turned his attention to the phone ringing in the office. “I better answer that.”
“Yeah, you really should, Dad.”
“I’ll be back in a minute,” he muttered, hurrying off in the direction of the ringing phone.
“Take your time, Dad,” I called out, when he closed the office door behind him. “Please.”
“Fucking with me in front of your dad?” Rolling out from beneath the car, Joey glared up from his perch on the creeper. “That’s a new low, Molloy.”
“How about I just fuck you, instead,” I teased, slowly lowering myself onto his lap. “Hmm, Joe?”
“Please,” he groaned, hands moving to my hips to stop me before I could straddle his dick. “Don’t do this to me.”
“Don’t you want me?”
“Molloy.”
“We could have so much fun on this thing,” I purred, rocking my body enough to make his body roll back and forth on the creeper. “Don’t you want to play with me, Joe?”
“Please,” he begged, holding firm. “I will play with you later.”
“Fine.” Huffing out a breath, I climbed off him and resumed leaning against the car. “I really did have a dream about you last night.”
“Is that so?”
