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3rd POV - Cooper House
Sheldon, Missy, and Veronica had returned home after school. Veronica, as promised, had been entrusted with the task of watching over the two siblings, a responsibility she had willingly taken on, even though Mary still harbored some hesitation. After all, Veronica hadn't asked for any compensation.
Mary felt a little uneasy about that. It wasn't that she didn't trust the girl, but something about the whole arrangement made her feel... off-balance.
Still, Veronica had insisted. And Mary had finally given in, at least until Georgie opened his big mouth and turned the whole thing into a deal.
As they approached the front door, Missy glanced up at Veronica with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"Veronica, what if Georgie gets even more famous?" she asked, walking side by side with Sheldon.
Veronica trailed just behind, crouching down to retrieve the house key Mary always left beneath the little owl statue on the porch.
"Hmm…" she replied nonchalantly, "Maybe we'll get to fly on Georgie's private jet."
That made Missy's eyes go wide.
"OHH! I know! We'll pay a bunch of guys to dance for us! Like in those movies where rich women throw parties just for fun!"
Veronica blinked, her mouth twitching as she fought back a laugh. "What are you even talking about?"
Missy shrugged innocently. "I saw it in a movie once. Rich women love that stuff!"
Veronica snorted as she unlocked the door. "I don't think Georgie would be thrilled about that idea."
Missy smirked, undeterred. "Then maybe you should make Georgie dance like that. I'd pay to see that."
Veronica froze, the door halfway open, and turned slowly toward Missy, who was now smiling sweetly like she hadn't just suggested something borderline scandalous.
Sheldon, ever the deadpan bystander, muttered, "If Georgie ever dances shirtless, I'm moving to Finland."
"...Well, I love seeing that," Veronica replied softly and her voice shy, but loud enough for the two kids to hear.
"Right?!" Missy chirped, completely ignoring Sheldon. "Like… dancing with his hands on the pole? You know, like those shows rich women go to!"
"You mean pole dancing," Sheldon corrected dryly. "That would be the moment Brother fully degenerates. Besides, if anyone's dancing in front of anyone, it'll be Veronica. We do know he has adult magazines hidden around the house."
Veronica froze.
"What magazines?" she asked with a sweet smile but it wasn't the kind of smile that warmed the room. It was the kind that made Missy raise an eyebrow and Sheldon completely oblivious to the tonal shift.
"Adult magazines. Like Playboy. Or Penthouse," Sheldon said matter-of-factly. "Honestly, I don't understand how he gets them. The local enforcement in this town must be extremely lax."
Missy, however, did notice the shift in Veronica's voice. And her aura. But did she care?
Not even a little.
"Sometimes he doesn't even realize we know where he hides them," Missy added with a wicked grin. "Like in the air vent. Boys are dumb."
Then she turned to Veronica with a glint in her eyes. "Wanna know what's in those magazines?"
Veronica narrowed her eyes and leaned in, pinching Missy's cheek slowly, with a tight jaw.
"I. Don't. Want. To. Know."
"Ow! Then why are you pinching me?!" Missy squealed, squirming out of her grip and dashing into the living room. "THEY ALL HAVE HUGE BOOBS!" she yelled back at the top of her lungs.
"I DON'T WANT TO KNOW AND I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!" Sheldon shouted from the hallway but his brain had already started replaying the memory. He'd walked in on Georgie staring at one of those magazines once. A long time ago.
....Back before Georgie changed.
.....Back before everything shifted.
Veronica let out a slow, pained sigh and walked straight to the kitchen.
Water. She needed cold water.
...And maybe some holy water while she was at it.
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*3rd POV
The motel wasn't glamorous.
The AC rattled in the corner like it was coughing its last breath, the wallpaper peeled slightly at the edges, and the bed creaked with every movement. But in that moment, none of it mattered.
Because sprawled across the sheets, wrapped in the fading scent of sweat and leather and skin, lay Fenley with bare, flushed, and still catching her breath.
A guitar sat propped up in the corner. Georgie's boots were tossed somewhere near the door. But the man himself stood shirtless near the sink, sipping from a plastic cup like this was just another Tuesday.
Fenley's eyes trailed over his back, every muscle honed, not from gym mirrors, but from discipline. From work. From purpose. He wasn't built to impress, he was built to endure. And it made him even harder to ignore.
"...We should get going," Georgie finally said, glancing at her through the mirror. "Unless you're planning to pull me back in for another round."
Fenley bit her lip, eyes narrowing playfully. The jealousy she'd felt earlier had gone. Replaced by that warm ache in her bones, the kind only Georgie could leave behind.
She stretched lazily and exhaled. "No… we should go."
She sat up, letting the sheet fall just enough to tease but not enough to provoke. "George Strait wants your input on that song he bought. He's trying to perfect it. You'll hear it at the studio."
Georgie chuckled. "Now you're talking business?"
He walked back toward the bed, eyes scanning the faint red marks along her neck, the imprint of his hand still barely visible on her thigh and cheeks.
"You didn't let me talk earlier," she muttered.
He smirked. "You didn't give me a chance. You wouldn't stop moaning."
"You always choke me."
"You like it."
"Of course I do," she huffed, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Georgie just shook his head and sighed. "Alright. Let's hit the road. You eaten yet?"
"No," she said, rising from the bed without shame, brushing her hair from her face and cum just dripping to her thigh.
"Well then, we'll stop for food on the way. Cheeseburgers?"
Fenley stepped into the bathroom doorway, glancing over her shoulder. "Sure. But first…" Her voice dropped.
"I'm going to clean up. Want to join me?"
Georgie narrowed his eyes. Her voice was innocent. Her look wasn't.
She gave him a wink and giggled as he stepped closer, like a college girl who knew exactly how to lure in her boyfriend with just one glance.
*Smack!
His hand landed firmly on her backside, making her stumble a step forward.
"You keep teasing me like that," he said, tone flat as stone, "and I'll have to teach you a real lesson."
No heat and No frustration.
....Just control.
Fenley turned, her eyes suddenly softening, a hint of tears threatening to form at the corners.
"…I'm sorry," she whispered.
"...Daddy."
Georgie froze.
For a second, the room held its breath.
Then the motel walls were filled with the kind of sounds that had nothing to do with guitars.
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3rd POV – Church Office
Mary let out a deep sigh as she leaned back in her chair, still processing everything Pastor Jeff had confided earlier.
She told herself she'd pray for him.
And for herself.
Specifically, that God would grant her the strength not to spill this juicy gossip over lunch with Peg, or during potluck Sunday, or... well, anywhere else.
But come on, she was human. And a woman.
"Alright, maybe I should check in at home. They should be back by now," she murmured, reaching for the office phone.
After a couple of rings, Veronica picked up.
"Hey, Veronica… yeah, I just wanted to check on things. Oh my? Is the splinter's out already? …Well, praise the Lord… Alright, thanks for letting me know…"
{As you just heard…. Despite my brother's warning, Of all the afflictions that can befall a child, none strikes fear into the hearts of kids everywhere quite like… a splinter.} – Adult Sheldon
Just then, the office door opened, and Pastor Jeff walked in, giving Mary a small wave as if to say 'I'm not eavesdropping, but here i am.'
Mary gave him a tight-lipped smile, slightly awkward, but continued her call.
"Uh-huh… have they finished their homework yet? Really?... Okay. Thanks, sugar. Talk later. Bye."
She hung up, still smiling to herself.
Mary finally turned her full attention to Pastor Jeff. "Hello, Pastor. What can I do for you?"
"How's the work going, Mary? Still fired up? Still feelin' the spirit?" he asked with an encouraging grin.
But Mary wasn't buying the smile.
She raised an eyebrow. "I'll ask again. What do you really need, Pastor Jeff?"
His smile faltered. He stepped further into the office and sank into the chair across from her.
"Alright, you caught me," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "I didn't tell you everything earlier, Mare."
Mary gave him an awkward smile. "Really? Because it felt like you told me everything."
Her voice was light, but the sarcasm sat just beneath it like a coiled wire. Pastor Jeff, of course, didn't notice.
"This morning," he continued, lowering his voice, "when Selena was in the shower…"
He paused.
Mary tilted her head....oh no, she knew that tone.
"I went into her purse," he said, pulling something from his shirt pocket, "....and took back the credit card."
Mary stared.
"Well," she said after a beat. "That's… not the worst thing a husband has done in this building."
Pastor Jeff blinked, clearly thrown, but a small, hopeful smile crept onto his face.
"Really?"
Mary shot him a look. "Of course not!." She crossed her arms. "Oh, Pastor Jeff, why would you do that?"
The smile dropped from his face. He exhaled slowly heavily, the kind of sigh that came from shame, not exhaustion.
"Don't you dare tell me you think it was the right thing to do," Mary warned. "Going through your wife's purse? That's crossing a line."
"I know…" he muttered, voice tired. Then, without another word, he stood up and walked toward the office door, not to leave, but to quietly close it.
Mary watched him with a raised eyebrow.
'Now it's more serious.'
Pastor Jeff turned back around and gave her an awkward, guilty smile as he returned to his seat.
"I know, I know… this isn't what a healthy marriage looks like."
Mary didn't soften. "In my house, I always talk to George before we go to bed. Sure, we've had our share of fights, and Lord knows our marriage is far from perfect, but at least we face things together."
That hit Pastor Jeff hard.
His shoulders slumped. His gaze fell.
"...Well…" he murmured, eyes flicking back to hers.
Mary tilted her head. "Well what?"
He hesitated.
Then, quietly, almost like a child confessing to a teacher, he said,
"Back when we were dating… I kind of… implied I was doing better financially than I really was."
Mary's face froze in place. Impressed, but not in a good way.
"..."
She inhaled deeply, and Pastor Jeff visibly braced himself.
"You met her, Mare!" he blurted. "She's the kind of woman who makes a man do…bad things!"
Mary let out a slow breath, leaning back in her chair, "I don't even know what to say to that."
Pastor Jeff looked at her with desperate and hopeful. Hoping she'd offer him wisdom. Or at least not judgment.
Mary folded her arms again. "If you want my advice, you need to sit down with her. Be honest. Tell her about your financial situation, about how you're really doing. Not just as a husband, but as a man."
Pastor Jeff groaned. "It's not that easy, Mare."
"....Then God is your only option, Pastor Jeff."
She offered a small smile. "Start with Him."
Pastor Jeff looked at her, silent for a moment then gave her a grateful nod.
"You're right. I'll… I'll do that now."
And with that, he turned and left the room.
Mary watched the door click shut behind him.
Then she closed her eyes, placed a hand over her heart, and whispered, "...Lord, please help me."
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Georgie POV
There's something funny about secret relationships.
You never really know what you're walking into, especially when you're the one keeping secrets.
Sure, the thrill is addicting.
But there's always something lurking underneath.
Something interesting.
Something unexpected.
Either you mess it up...
Or you keep riding the high.
And then... our eyes met.
Selena.
With another man.
Yeah.
I didn't flinch. Didn't say a word.
Just gave her a slow smirk, and walked away with Fenley.