Garden of Whitney

He drew in closer and let out a gentle giggle. His warm breath touched my ear, sending a chill down my spine. "May I ask what your reason is?" I choked back my words and admitted, "I... I had a hangover." My voice was hardly audible. "People only drink for two reasons, Whitney," Festus murmured, sending a shiver through my body and causing me to clench my thighs. "Either for pleasure or pain." I'm confident that my desire would have been a sufficient justification for my dampened pants if I hadn't been in the pool. "What motivates you?" "Both." I inadvertently admitted it, and his seductive lips curled up in a sneer. eyes that have a knowing glimmer. "I see. You seem to be under some stress. Is there anything I can do to encourage you to unwind? That tone is really provocative. Several days ago: Whitney I couldn't help but exclaim, "You have no right to look this gorgeous, Jane, Dad will pass out if he sees you in this on the wedding night!" When we got back to our house, it was almost dark, and Jane, my dad's fiancée, was checking through the shopping we'd done since the morning. You have a knack with words, Whitney," Jane laughed, her eyes beaming with delight. "Seriously though, how about this one?" she asked, holding it up for me to examine as she rummaged through the shopping bags, her fingers brushing the fabric of the black lacy nightwear she had taken out. Well, dammit! You'll undoubtedly resemble an entire supper. My whistle was unavoidable as my eyes grew wide. Jane laughed maniacally, her contagious glee filling the room. "You and your dad have a similar way of giving compliments, no wonder why he is so fond of you-- you are just like him," she said. She gave me a friendly shoulder smack, and I couldn't help but grin. "Whatever you say, I want a sibling after a few years of marriage. Do you understand? Jane gasped and her cheeks flushed a dark shade of crimson; she was obviously startled by my remark. "Whitney..." I laughed out loud when I saw her enraged blush. I had a tight relationship with Jane from the beginning. I hadn't seen my dad this content with anyone since my parents' divorce until Jane entered our lives. She was genuinely kind-hearted and a nicer person than my mother, who abandoned my dad and me after suffering a financial loss at the time when he needed her the most. I giggled and grabbed Jane in a strong hug. "I love you, you little cutie pie." "I love you, too, Ann," She returned my hug with a softened smile. It actually means the world to me that you and your dad let me into their lives, so thank you very much. She cried out. Having known Jane for a long time, I was aware of her propensity to grow emotional over the most minor of things. She was experiencing one of those touching moments right then. So you're opening the waterfalls once more, huh? With a jovial grin on my face, I mocked. She gave a small chuckle and nodded. "I'm not, no," She stared at me while smiling through her tears and wiped away the water that had gotten in her eyes. How many times do I have to tell you that I don't deserve your gratitude? For Dad, Jane, you are the picture of excellence. Of course, a thousand times better than my egotistical mother. Ann, please don't say things like that, she begged. Keep in mind that she is still your mother. I scoffed, "As if I care," and threw myself onto the bed, disregarding the pile of clothes that was buckling under my weight. And yet, Ann. No lecture today, my future mother-to-be. "You better arrange that there would be a whole lot of hot guys for me to f**k with," I interrupt her. This virginity is so damn exhausting. Yes, so that before we can even be married, your dad divorces me. I started laughing out loud when she rolled her eyes. She was correct; my father was quite protective of me and had previously scared off several of my dates. So that I can have some freedom and enjoyment, can we just put Dad in a bag and send him somewhere for a few days? I made an oblique query. She shrugged, "I highly doubt your dad would fit into any suitcase." Dad entered the room abruptly and without notice, which caught Jane and I off guard. So, women, what precisely is the grand scheme here? Dad asked, as always surprising us with his immaculate timing. Dad and his incredible ability to appear at precisely the perfect time! My luck was terrible, but Jane's was awful. I stumbled, trying to hide the obviousness of our earlier talk with a false laugh. "Nothing, Dad, we were just going over some wedding details," I said. His countenance, though, revealed what he had observed despite my inadequate effort. He crossed his arms firmly, "I happened to overhear the plans you two were discussing." I could see Jane trying to hold back her laughing behind her hand. She swiftly interjected, "Samuel, it's not appropriate to eavesdrop on our conversation," when I glared at her. It seemed to wake up her brain. It's frightfully... She looked for the appropriate phrase and settled on "disgraceful, to say the least." Dad rolled his eyes and said, "Yeah, yeah," sitting down on the sofa that was tucked into the corner of my room. And I must add that talking about how to fit me into a bag is really thoughtful of you two. Bravo!" Jane's mouth moved back and forth, but no sound was produced. She was at a loss for what to say. If so, perhaps you ought to stop frightening off my dates. I said, unable to keep my annoyance inside any longer. Dad quickly said, "And maybe you should start finding decent guys instead of little rascals," without pausing. They weren't small, I said.