Chapter 399: Mimi XLIV—The Lost Smittens

Michele thought about dropping in on one of her favorite spas for a massage for her aching body. She thought about calling for a drop in appointment, even begging for them to bump someone for her if they were full. But another craving in her body spoke louder. Danny’s fresh faced, overeager fumbling had only been a lick of a batter spoon, and the fact that she’d neglected to bring more than one condom annoyed her to no end. Of course being a virgin he would be clean for a bare fuck but she didn’t want to encourage him to take those sort of liberties with her. She’d learned a lesson enough with Drury.

Ah so the itch remained between her thighs warm and aggravating and Danny had only tickled it, and she needed to be pummeled. A million possibilities ran through her mind, she could call up Drury perhaps, maybe he’d be alone, relieve herself with him, but then that would be just welcoming the demon back onto her doorstep. She knew Mike Keane would always be more than happy to service her as well, but her feelings for Mike were so genuinely affectionate now that she didn’t want to reawaken old passions with him.

If she scheduled for a massage now, Michele knew that she’d probably molest the poor girl rubbing her down or terrify her with a screaming orgasm. Christ, why did the boy have to be so quick!

Michele frowned at a Stop sign. I do have a husband, she thought, you stupid woman. Remembering that Gigi was locked up as well, Michele decided to go home then, to let the puppy out and if Patrick wasn’t there she’d call him and tell him to get his ass over to their bedroom.

Michele found it so hard to concentrate on the road, on other drivers, on her own damn driving responsibilities as she went home. Dan’s salty taste was still on her lips and tongue, she could still smell him, she could still hear that last desperate moan of relief that had left his mouth. Oh how could she have even thought she’d be satisfied with just one time with him? The boy was such a clean sheet of paper, she had to leave her mark on him, she had to watch that bliss in his soft eyes over and over again.

Last one. She knew this was supposed to be the last one, and it would be, but that being the case, why shouldn’t she get her full scope of enjoyment from him? What a tasty way to end a career with a lamb like that, and delivering him straight to Cecile seasoned and ready? Oh the girl didn’t deserve such a gift from her!

When Michele got home, she rolled her eyes with annoyance that Patrick wasn’t there, she called him on his cell, “Get your ass over here you shit!” she snapped.

“I’m on my way home,” Patrick replied and Michele heard an amused surprise in his voice, “Down the street.”

“Well get here faster,” Michele snapped, “you’re so useless!”

Patrick laughed and hung up.

Michele didn’t hear Gigi barking which was strange. The puppy usually howled in desperation whenever she heard them come home. Michele couldn’t imagine that she’d be asleep, not that heavily. “Gigi!” she called and she went downstairs through the kitchen and she saw that the door to the sports room was halfway open, Gigi’s toys scattered on the carpet. Michele frowned, “How did this happen?”

She knew she’d closed the door and she looked at it, didn’t see anything wrong with it. Perhaps she’d not closed it hard enough? She closed it and didn’t hear a click. Frowning, she inspected the doorknob and saw that the little knob that clicked the door shut, was stuck, pressed in its hole. Well there’s that explanation.

Still, it was odd that puppy hadn’t come to greet her yet, even after she’d called. “Gigi!” she cried. “Come to Mom, she’s home!”

Still nothing. Michele sighed and went back upstairs calling the puppy and then she heard it. A squeal, a whine. Michele’s heart jumped. What had Gigi gotten herself into, the puppy’s curiosity was boundless and Michele could only imagine the predicament that she could have fallen into.

The whimpers were coming from the bedroom and Michele was not prepared for what she saw. Her fingers flew to her mouth seeing the puppy on her side, eyes rolled back and her mouth hanging open, hacking and wheezing. What seemed to be coils of colored yarn encircled her black snout and a fluffy mound of it lay on the carpet. It appeared that Gigi was choking on something, but Michele couldn’t tell what it was at first.

“Oh my God, baby!” Michele exclaimed cursing that stupid door, and she went to the puppy that squealed and urinated on the carpet. Not touching her body, Michele cradled Gigi’s head in her hand and grabbed hold of the fluffy yarn and pulled on it. Gigi kicked and squealed and began to thrash and pee more. “Calm down,” she whispered over and over again, and she lifted Gigi onto her lap and holding her still with one hand she yanked on the yarn again. A slimy line of it came out of her mouth and then fell onto the carpet in a big slimy, smelly brightly colored wad.

Michele wrinkled her nose. Was that socks or a hat? What could that have been? The smell was disgusting, a mix of bile and rotted flowers, almost as if the yarn had been perfumed. Michele couldn’t ponder anymore on what it was because the way the puppy was coughing and gagging, she could tell that there was more in her body. “Oh stupid,” she muttered, “Stupid, stupid.” And she wasn’t talking to Gigi.

She petted Gigi once on the side and she ran to the closet grabbing a large, soft towel, “Come on, we’re getting some help,” she muttered and she wrapped the puppy in the towel and picked her up with a groan. Gigi had to be close to thirty pounds if not a little more than that.

“What’s going on?” Patrick exclaimed. He stood in the bedroom doorway, his face pale and his eyes wide with confusion and worry.

“We need to take the baby to the vet,” Michele sighed. “Patrick you drive I’ll hold her. I don’t know how long she’s been like this.”

Patrick nodded. “What did she do?”

“She swallowed something,” Michele replied carrying the dog past him. “But I’m not sure what it…”

“MY SMITTENS!” Patrick cried out in a voice high and almost childlike in grief and horror.

Oh of all things she could have eaten! Michele thought closing her eyes briefly and opening them to look at Patrick who stood over the slimy wad of yarn that was once his beautiful Smittens. His eyes were wide and sorrowful and his bottom lip even trembled. He looked as if he were going to fall to his knees and weep over the remains. And in her arms, Gigi wheezed and whined.

“Patrick you need to drive me!” Michele snapped to regain his attention, “We don’t have time, Gigi needs us.” Yes she could just imagine explaining to the children now, that the puppy died choking on their father’s Smittens. She imagined that Jonathan would probably never believe that story and be forever convinced Patrick killed her himself after finding her chewing on them. That was one cloud of distrust this family didn’t need.

Patrick looked at her, the corners of his mouth turned down in such a dramatic and almost comical frown, his eyes half closed and looking completely devastated. “Ok,” he said quietly and he followed her to the car.

By the time they got her to the clinic, Gigi stopped whining and moving completely and the inside of her gaping mouth turned a pale shade of gray blue. Michele quickly explained to one of the nurses what happened and she watched with tears in her eyes as they ran the puppy into a back room, everyone looking hurried and concerned. “Is there a chance she’ll be okay?” She asked the receptionist, “My children adore this puppy, we don’t want to lose her.”

The receptionist nodded, “We have pets come in who swallow things all the time, don’t worry Mrs. Roy they’ll be giving her the best care possible. Just wait a moment while the doctor examines her.”

“Can’t I go back!” Michele asked feeling useless and helpless and annoyed to be standing here not knowing what they were doing to the dog.

“No, no, stay here, they need all the space they can,” the woman replied. “He will be out to talk to you as soon as they stabilize her.” She nodded with wide, caring eyes.

Michele sighed and turned around. The look on Patrick’s face as he sat on one of the couches filled her with pity at his grief, and wonder that he could still be so childishly attached to such small things. She sat next to him, her body screaming with tense pain as she did so, and the short amount of time she had spent earlier in the day with Danny annoyed her. She touched Patrick’s hand, “I’m sorry about your Smittens,” she murmured. She kissed the side of his head. “I can have some more made for you, yes? Would you like that?”

“But they won’t be the same,” Patrick murmured and one tear fell from his eye and went down his cheek.

Oh what a baby! What an adorable, helpless baby! Michele put her arms around him and she hugged him close, he buried his cheek into her breast and held onto her, “Nothing is ever permanent, my love,” she whispered. “At least you enjoyed them so much when you had them, they weren’t taken for granted.”

She heard the receptionist whispering with someone else, a little too loudly, “…yeah for the Avalanche. He’s crying about his puppy….”

Michele smiled and a couple tears fell as she kissed the top of his head. And after everything else, above everything else, Michele thought feeling sleepy and lazy, I will always have you to watch over my love, there will always be you.