Letting Barbara In - Madame Gallivant - ebook

DESCRIPTION: Time moves on, and Destin is moving to Alabama for college. Tabitha doesn't want to let him go- but despite her conflict as his mother and his lover, she knows that her son must be allowed to move forward in life. She accompanies him on his move, and ensures that he is left in the good hands of his Aunt Barbara. EXCERPT: As I left the room, I heard the sounds of music coming from downstairs. They must be up, even though outside of the window I could see that it was very late at night. Well, Destin did not have school for another few weeks, and Barbara was likewise unoccupied until the commencement of the fall schedule. The lights were on in the entryway, and as I looked into the parlor, I saw that Barbara and Destin were busy playing a card game of some type. Both had half emptied crystal glasses, and a bottle of whiskey sat on the end table, likewise half gone. “So,” Barbara said, her genteel manner reverting to the Alabama girl she had been, “I'm getting bored with playing cards, Destin.” “Don't tell me you are ready for bed,” Destin said, rolling his eyes. “No, I didn't say that,” Barbara said, smiling as she sipped from her drink, “I'm just ready for something other than playing cards.” “Ok,” Destin said, “What did you have in mind?” “I don't know,” Barbara said, “What would you do on a cool southern night, with an attractive female?” “Huh?” Destin asked, unsure of what she meant. “Okay, Destin,” Barbara said, “Just forget that I am your great aunt for a moment. If I was some girl from the college, and we were alone and drinking whiskey, what would you be doing right now?”

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by Madame Gallivant

Published by Lot’s Cave

The Catcher In The Den No.9

Letting Barbara In, © 2018, Madame Gallivant

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Letting Barbara In


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by Madame Gallivant

“Why don't you come down here for a week?” Aunt Barbara said, as the conversation between us shifted from Destin and his academic plans, to one about me and my future plans.

“I think Destin is ready to get away from home,” I said, “I don't want him feeling like I'm not ready to let him go.”

I wasn't ready to let Destin go- my son, my lover, whose interest in my body had been relieving the dullness of my days ever since it had been awakened. I didn't think that I would ever be ready to let him go, so whether he left tomorrow or another six weeks from now was regardless. He was leaving, I was staying, and I was going to be left behind. One more child gone from the house, and even less to occupy the growing space that existed in this house between me and my husband.

“Don't be ridiculous,” Barbara said, “You and I both know that isn't true. I think if you come down here for a week or two, maybe then you will feel more comfortable with him staying here. And it will give you a chance to think about the things we talked about. How are things with Andrew going?”

“Andrew?” I asked, “The same as always.”

“Hmm,” Barbara observed, “Well, I can't say I expected any different. He is steady, if anything else. Have you even tried to talk to him about how you are feeling?”

“Andrew is not the type of man who really likes to discuss feelings,” I said, which was true.

Most men were not open to conversations about emotions, and my husband only wanted to discuss how he felt about something, when he was angry. His idea of these discussions were that he would tell me everything that was on his mind, I would be expected to listen, and as soon as I started saying anything about my own struggles, he would then tell me he was tired.

Even my son, despite our unique closeness, still seemed to hold back when it came to how he felt about things. At least I hoped his relative quietness about his eminent departure was simply that he found it hard to talk about how he was feeling- I hoped that he really was going to miss me. I had done more for him than most mothers ever did for their sons, even if they had the same desires and fantasies that he and I had shared.

That had to count for something, right?

“That doesn't matter,” Barbara said, “You are going to have to mention it at some point to him. You can't just bury it inside of you. If you do that, then the rest of your life really will be a dull quiet hell.”

“You have such a way with words,” I remarked.

“Sometimes, I have to be blunt with you,” Barbara said.

“I know,” I agreed.

Ever since we were growing up, my aunt- who was only five years older than me- had been more like an older sister. When I first started going to school, when I first got into boys- nothing had been beyond her realm of offering advice. Now that I was edging closer to the stage of an empty nester, Barbara would feel it necessary to guide me as best she knew how. Never being married, or having kids herself, on this issue I would take her advice with a grain of salt. Some things in life a person had to experience before they were properly qualified to truly understand and give advice.

“So how are things with Jeb?” I asked, changing the subject, as I always did when I was done talking about my own issues. Unlike Andrew, I moved the conversation to one about the other person when I was done talking about myself, I didn't simply shut down and go to sleep.

“Same as always,” Barbara said, “One thing I can say, is it never gets boring. He is still out in the field, but I got a really sexy video message from him this morning.”

“Oh you did?” I asked, my prurient interest rising.

“Yes,” Barbara laughed, “I'll have to show it to you if you come down here tomorrow, it's too good to be discussed on the phone.”

“Well, what was it?” I asked, wanting more details, “Him stroking his cock for you?”

“Better,” Barbara said, “Hey, if you want to see it, then you will have to come down here.”

I did want to see it. Though I had no sexual interest in a man that I barely knew, knowing some of the details of their sex life made me want to see exactly what she was talking about. They had done some wild things together, and also apart from each other, and ever since I had walked on my own wild side, quality amateur porn was a big turn on for me. Watching other people have sex- especially people that were not paid professionals- is exciting.

I wonder what Barbara would think if she knew exactly how wild I had become?

“You can forward it to me,” I said, hopefully.

“No, I'm not supposed to share it with anyone,” Barbara laughed on the other end of the conversation, “So if I am going to share it, it is only going to be on my phone.”

“Come on,” I said, sounding like a teenager, though I knew that when she made up her mind, it was made.

“Come on down here tomorrow,” Barbara said, “I've already made up both of the extra bedrooms.”

“Maybe,” I said, “I'll think about it.”

“You think about it, and I'll expect you and Destin both right around two or three,” Barbara said with finality.

“I'm going down to Tuscaloosa tomorrow,” I told Andrew, as he lay on his side of the bed, and I climbed in on mine.

“Ok,” Andrew said, not really paying attention.

“I said, I'm going down tomorrow with Destin,” I repeated- him and his damn phone!

“Okay,” Andrew repeated, “I heard you the first time.”

“Don't you want to know why?” I asked, hoping that he would show some interest.

Now that Destin was leaving- his bags already packed in the Taurus- my husband had went back to his normal mode of behavior.

Normal for him was a world of cellphones, stock reports, and working. Normal only included light conversation with me and our youngest daughter around the dinner table, nothing that touched on anything particularly controversial. He only wanted to talk about things that bothered him, nothing that didn't involve him directly.

“That's okay,” Andrew said, “I'm sure that Gwen and me can handle you being gone.”

“Thanks,” I said, not meaning it at all.

Great to know that I am so needed around here.

He probably thought I was going to simply drive down there, make sure Destin was unpacked and settled, and then turn around and come back home.

Let him think that- I just wouldn't say anymore about it, and when he saw that I wasn't home the day after tomorrow, maybe then he would worry just a bit. A woman needs to feel both needed and wanted by her husband, or by someone. I knew that young man down the hall still needed and wanted me, in all ways, even if he was keeping his mouth shut and trying not show it.

“So any word from Durrell in the last few days?” Andrew asked suddenly.

He didn't care about Durrell, but he had made it quite clear that he wanted our son's best friend out of our lives. With the situation between Durrell and his mother, Diane, settled- with my planning and matronly assistance- I hadn't heard anything from the young man since.