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Chapter 12 - Twisted Up Over You

I had a long morning. It was another eighty degree day and I spent a good portion of time outdoors washing Randall's car, mowing the lawn, and doing yard-work in my shorts. It was hot enough that I had been working without a shirt on, but I was still working up a good sweat. I kept getting the feeling I was being watched, but I tried to ignore it.

Around noon, the U.P.S. truck pulled up with a package from Amazon for me.

Twister.

Randall decided that today would be the day that he would have me rearrange all of the furniture in the house. If it weren't for the fact that he was great at staying out of Mama's life and our family really needed his financial support, I probably would've told him to shove his furniture instead of moving it for him. I'd gotten big enough several years ago that he knew not to try to hit me, but he'd prey upon my sense of duty to get me to do what he wanted.

Doctor Ozera's class had ended for the year, but I still had his final exam to study for and all of my work from my normal high school classes. Once I was done rearranging furniture, I was left with three hours to get my homework done, so I went right to it.

My date with Rose was supposed to be five o'clock. Our plan was that we'd be at her house for a few hours and I'd provide the entertainment there, then we'd get fast food take-out. Rose told me last night that she couldn't cook, but she said that she was willing to be sensitive to my budget.

After seeing her choices of food at her house, I was under the impression that fast food and chocolate were probably her preference and also made up the bulk of her daily diet. It amazed me that a woman with such a toned body could eat such unhealthy food all the time, but she also told me that she ran five miles a day and worked out several times a week. It wasn't like she had a strangely-muscled body like some fitness competitor or anything, but she was definitely stronger than I'd expect from a girl of five and a half feet tall and a hundred-twenty-ish pounds. Her bench press still couldn't rival mine, but few people's bench presses could.

After how hot and heavy things got last night, I thought about taking the time to 'relieve some pressure' before our date, but time was running too short for that. I hurried through a quick shower to take the sweat off and shaved, throwing on some clean dry-fit shorts and a tank top as I prepared to rush over to Roza's house.

Despite the fact that it likely was one, I couldn't bring myself to call it a wife-beater because of the abuse connotation. I couldn't avoid living with Randall yet, but I would do everything in my power to keep from turning out like him.

As I knocked on Rose's door with the games in my hands at four fifty-seven, I belatedly realized that the shorts were very thin and would do nothing to conceal my inevitable erection. I thought to myself, Maybe I could pull them down a little and tuck it into my waistband if I get one. My shirt is long enough to cover that.

When Rose came to the door, the smile on her beautiful face nearly left me speechless. "Dimitri," she cooed, "Come on in. I'm running a few minutes late, but you can have a seat on the couch." Rose was wearing a long, loose-hanging, low-cut top with a pair of leggings that hugged her curves just right.

I nodded, put the bag of games down on the end table by the door, and sat on the couch, noticing that Rose's phone was laying on the table, screen up. Rose ran upstairs and I heard water running. After a minute or so, Rose's phone beeped, drawing my attention. I knew I shouldn't read what it said, but it was right there in front of me. It said:

Text Message from Lissa:

I think you SHOULD just go without them for your date tonight. Dimitri will like it.