Good Enough(62)

“Bevan, what about the wallet? That’s why we were supposed to be coming in here.” I remind him.

“Shit. I’ll just say I changed my mind. Couldn’t spend the money on myself this close to Christmas.”

“Okay, that’s credible. I’ll say my dad would kill me if he found out I bought him a genuine leather wallet, and I’m getting him one from Walmart.”

“Cool. Let’s go find them in Sears.”

After wandering around Sears for almost twenty minutes we finally found them in the electronics section playing Super Mario Brothers with their gaming stations. No one ever said at what age you technically had to grow up. You can never pass up Super Mario Brothers.





“I hope someday you get stuck with a wicked mother-in-law who doesn’t like you; just like mine.”



Christmas Day, 2002

ANOTHER YEAR TOGETHER AND ANOTHER Christmas morning with Marcie. She gets her way again this year. Another day of driving hundreds of miles and limited time with family. We are one stop short of Thanksgiving though. Jameson was with his dad last night, so we won’t be seeing him today. I’m bummed I’ll be missing out, but it is what it is.

As I lay in Jameson’s bed I think about his gift. I’m really excited about it and I can’t wait to share that moment with him when he opens it. I can’t help but want to be selfish about it and have it just be me and him. I don’t want to share that moment with Marcie. Before I can stop myself I let out very audible sigh.

“Something wrong?” Jameson asks, in a groggy tone.

“Oh I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” I admit.

“It’s Christmas. No one should be sighing like that when they first wake up. What’s on your brain?”

“I’m really excited about a certain gift I have for you and I want it to just be you and me in the room when you open it. I’m feeling a tad bit selfish and I do and don’t feel bad about it.” I tell him.

“What kind of certain gift? Like sex toy gift? Something naughty or kinky? Is it handcuffs? Edible panties? Should I keep guessing?”

I can’t help but laugh. I love how he can get me out of my funk so quickly. “It’s nothing kinky you horny pig.”

“Well let’s see it. I’ll open it now.”

I flip over on my stomach lifting the bed skirt and grab the box I hid it under his bed late last night. Before I sit up I feel the bed shift. I feel a tickle on my legs, then I feel Jameson’s lips pressing kisses up my body. I can’t help but squeal when he kisses on the back of my knee. I feel his hand grab at the top of my panties. He pulls one side down and takes a nibble at my butt cheek then gives it a light slap. The mixture of pleasure and pain sends a delightful jolt through my body. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.” I warn him. I sit up and hand him the heavy box. “Jesus woman! What do you have in here, bricks?”

I sit up straight, cross my legs Indian style and fold my hands in my lap saying a silent prayer he’s happy with the gift. He starts tearing the wrapping paper, and flipping the box over he sees the print on the box. He pauses, a look of shock on his face. He looks back to me.

“You didn’t…” I don’t respond with words, just a smile. He pulls the lid of the box off, places it next to him on the bed, and removes the top layer of tissue paper.

“Oh-my-god, Hillary!” He exclaims. He gets off of the bed to stand over the box and pull the leather jacket out. He’s smiling. Thank you God! He puts on the jacket and starts fumbling with the buttons and pockets. “I can’t believe you did this. How did you know?”

“I had a little help from a mutual friend.” I say with a wink. “Do you like it?”

“I love it! Thank you!” He crawls over the bed over to me, and plants me with a thank you kiss.

“Since we’re exchanging special gifts, I think it’s my turn then.” He tells me. “I told you I didn’t want anything Jameson. You bought a ring and that was expensive enough.”

“I told you that doesn’t count so knock it off and close your eyes.” He rebuts. Sitting in the same position I sit quietly as I’m told while I listen to him rustling around the room.

“Okay, open them.” I see him before me holding a large, wrapped box with a red bow on the top. He places it on the bed in front of me. I can’t help but wonder what could possibly be in here. I refused to give him any ideas on what to get me.

“Open it.” He demands.

I pull the wrapping off carefully and slowly to torture him a bit. When the name on the box reveals his secret gift I gasp. I gasp like I’ve never gasped before. I gasp like a classic movie actress gasp. “Jameson! This says Wilson’s Leather on it.”