| This takes place after Jeff&Ginger make love. About a month after ch.1. God she looked beautiful. Does everyone look this peaceful when their sleeping? he wondered. Hank and Charlie were right, Ginger was defiantly soused. He wished she wouldn't wake up for a while, he was content just watching her sleep. What if she woke up right now? Would she want to make love for a third time? What if he wasn't good enough? No, she wouldn't have asked for a second time if that was true. He smiled. Maybe he should have told her thank you since his mother always said that was the gentlemenly thing to do. He had to admit that he didn't know what he was doing, but she seemed pleased. Why would Charlie give her up? He always thought Charlie was screwy anyway. The previous twelve hours had gone by so fast. When he had his arms around Sarah, dancing with her, he thought he could never get over her. But Ginger was in the same sinking boat he was in. And needless to say she was drowning faster. He remembered what she had told Caroline earlier. It took guts to say what she had said, especially with everyone gawking at her. Oh no, what was he getting himself into? Charlie dumped her and look what happened to him. "Jeff." Ginger rolled over to face him although she couldn't exactly look him in the eye. "What? Is everything okay? Are you okay?" he asked as he kissed her lightly. The kiss lingered on her cheek. Where did he learn to kiss so good. They sure don't teach you that at baseball practice. Of course she knew nothing about baseball. All she knew was that she couldn't stay there in bed with him, yet she didn't want to leave him either. But she had to. "I just needed to, I need to use the restroom." She sat up covering her chest with Jeff's bedspread. "Oh." He propped up his head on his elbow. She could feel his stare piercing through her. "Um, you could turn around while I find something to wear." "Ginger, I've already seen" " Please just turn around." "Okay." he did what he was told. She quickly tried to feel for something to cover her up long enough to make it to the bathroom. She picked up Jeff's shirt and threw it on. If he saw her naked again they might end up doing it for a third time! She couldn't even think about it. Not that she didn't want to. After she locked the bathroom door she sat on the toilet. "God please forgive me. Blame Jeff. It's his fault that he got so handsome all of a sudden. I know I shouldn't have done it at all but I couldn't help it. Okay the second time I could help but there he went looking cute again. Just don't strike me down now, locked in the Metcalf's bathroom wearing Jeff's shirt." she prayed silently. What would Linda and Mrs. Metcalf think of me when they found me. I would be the talk of the town. Of course Jeff wouldn't get blamed, he's a man. Well at least I would be dead. She couldn't blame Jeff though. It's like her mother always told her a man cannot pick up a women's handkerchief unless she drops it. And well she dropped everything. She's no better then Caroline! That tramp, it's her fault! Who was she kidding. She had just put out for Jeff Metcalf, two times! That's it, she had to get out of the house. She got up off the toliet and quietly made her way back into the attic. Jeff was sleeping. He looked so cute, his chest rising up and down. Oh for pity sake Ginger, get a hold of yourself, this is your chance. She turned on the little lamp praying that he wouldn't wake up. She gathered her clothes and changed out of his shirt into her own outfit. Before leaving she took one last look at him and made up her mind that that would be the last time she would ever lay eyes on him again. Well maybe she would look his way occasionally. Tiptoeing down stairs Ginger was home free, until she opened the door to find... "Jesus Mary and Joseph, Ginger what are you doing here at this hour?" Anne cried noticing Ginger's guilty, reckless look. Well if she didn't know Ginger better it almost looked like she had just had.......... "Ginger where are you going?" Jeff asked running down the stairs in his boxers holding Ginger's purse. He didn't seem to notice his mother glaring at him. |
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