Chapter 26: Hot Cocoa–1
Home is where you go for your family to remind you that they love you. But your choices in life
suck. – Brute
Riffraff walked out to the sunroom where his grandmother sat. She was 79 and still active with volunteer work and a part time job. She refused to be a blue haired cotton ball, so she had a long gray pixie with hot pink tips. She stayed up to date with the latest trends of make up and her eyes were smoky accenting her almost black deep blue eyes. Her lips were still a beautiful matte red even this late in the day.
Currently she sat in a rocking chair with her socked feet resting on a matching ottoman. Her fuzzy socks had cats in Santa hats on them. No slip tread on the bottom read Meowy Catsmas. After the rest of the family had left, she had changed out of her jeans into
sweats while Riffraff made spiked hot cocoa. She kept on her ugly Christmas sweater, but Riffraff had stripped his off hours ago. He was back in his blue jeans, boots and cut, with
no shirt as usual.
He sat down the hot cocoa before checking the small wood burning stove. He could feel her eyes on him the entire time. He finally spoke as he sat down in the rocker opposite
her own.
“Go ahead. I know you’re thinking something. Tell me what’s on your mind.”
Being the tactician that she was, she sipped on her cocoa first. “I was hoping that your girl would come with you.”
“I told you, Nan, she’s with her family.”
“Don’t bullshit me, boy. Tell me what is going on in your head.”
He paused for a few minutes. The arguments over the age difference had all been in his head. He had only spoken about it out loud to Taz. But now, the woman who raised him wanted to know what was holding him back. He had told her about Taz. Every Thursday they had dinner together. Every week, she asked him to bring her next week. He never did.
Riffraff considered it. But then, he mused, when Taz found someone closer to her own age
and left, it would hurt more.
“I’m too old for her.” He finally said quietly.
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“Did she tell
you
this?”
“No. Nan, she’s only about a year older than Angel.”
“I know.” He looked at her in surprise. “I looked her up. She’s very pretty. I love her hair.”
“You don’t see a problem with their being 16 years between us?”
“No, I don’t. You do realize that your grandfather was 14 years older than me?”
“It was a different time.”
“I think you’re thinking of my parents time. When my 22–year–old father married my 17- year–old mother when he got back from Europe. He tried to marry her before he left. My grandfather didn’t want her to be a widow at 14.”
“Five years is different from 16. Plus, she’s only eight months older than my daughter.”
“And what does Angel say about her?” At the question he looked away and sipped on his cocoa. “You haven’t told her.”
“No. She needs to focus on her studies and not worry about my love life.”
“How considerate.” She sneered at him. He looked at her in surprise. “Do you remember
how she was before she admitted that she was a lesbian? She was miserable. She damned
near killed herself. Quite a bit of her family quit talking to her. Her step–dad kicked her out. If there is anyone in your life who knows what it feels like to be in an unconventional relationship, it’s your daughter.”
“It’s not the same, Nan.” He released a deep sigh and met her eyes with his own tear- filled eyes. “I don’t want her to be alone like you are.”
There it was. His real fear. Not the years between them. But the fact that he was closer to death than she was. At least in his mind.
“You’re an idiot.” Nan told him. “No. I take that back. You’re a fucking idiot.”
He stared at her in shock, his eyes wide and mouth hanging open.
“Your mother died in child birth with your sister. You have a daughter, so that obviously didn’t stop you from having sex.”
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“I was a teenage boy who was ruled by his dick.”
“You still have sex, don’t you?” She stared at him with a cold glare and he looked away. Grinning, she knew that he had given himself away. “You haven’t had sex.”
“Nan, this is not a conversation that I wanted to have with my daughter. And I certainly don’t want to have it with my grandmother.”
“Too bad. Where does she sleep?”
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“In my bed. In my arms.” He whispered looking out at the light snow on the ground.
“Have you done anything with her?” Nan asked and he pressed his lips together, still refusing to look at her. She grinned and her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Have you eaten her out?”
“NAN!” Riffraff said in shock as he looked at her.
“You have.” She replied confidently. She settled herself back in her chair and looked at him over her cup. “Always loved it when your grandfather did that. Personally, I wasn’t fond of sucking him off, but he loved it.” Carefully watching her grandson reactions, she continued to push. “You haven’t let her do that either. Have you?”
Riffraff swallowed a few times as he stared off into nothing. He really did not want to have this conversation with his grandmother.
“You can either start talking or I can tell you about my sex life with your grandfather.
Your choice.”
He continued to sit in silence not believing her.
“Did I ever tell you that your grandfather and I had a threesome? With his best friend?”
“Sweet Jesus, Nan!” He said looking at her. “I’m hoping that you’re making that up.”
“Keep hoping. You think your generation is the first to get freaky?”
“I would like to think so. But you’re making that difficult.” Leaning back, he sat his mug on the table and began to slowly rock. Unable to look at her, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back before he began to speak.
“A few years ago… she was… shit.” He took in a deep breath and then let it out. “Do you
remember Sinner?”
“He was the one who’s family got killed in the drive by?”
“She’s the only one that survived.” He said with a little nod. “She was raised in the
mother house; her uncle is Brute.”
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“That man lives up to his name.” she said remembering her few run ins with him.
“He does. She was drinking heavily and got caught by a brother who raped her. She quit
drinking and basically took a vow of chastity and focused on her fighting career. There
have been a few times that I was tempted to keep going until she gave in.”
“But you didn’t.” Nan said softly.
“No. I kept thinking about Aunt Sarah. How messed up she was after she was raped. And I knew if I pushed her further than she was willing to go, you’d nail my balls to your kitchen wall. Probably without removing them.”
“Not the kitchen. Maybe in the basement.” They both had a little laugh at that.
“She said that she was not going to drink or have sex until she won. She won. We got
home and I went to rub her down like I have done before.” Riffraff paused as he
considered how to explain the activities on the bathroom counter.
“You didn’t go all the way.” Nan offered and he agreed. “But you wanted to.”
“God yes. All I wanted was to be buried balls deep in her. She got me off, but I wanted to come inside her. It’s what I want every night. I want her so damn bad. But I don’t want her to regret it. I don’t want her to regret being with me. Or regret giving up on herself.”
“Do you really think that she will? Regret being with you?”
“She’s so young.” He whispered.
“You really are stuck on her age, aren’t you?”
“She’s practically the same age as my daughter. I am literally, old enough to be her father. And yet, I can’t sleep without her in my arms. I look forward to our late–night talks. Our breakfast in the mornings make my day. Every so often she stops by work, and just seeing her, makes even my worst days better.”
“Oliver, look at me.” She commanded softly and waited for their eyes to meet. “Do you
love her?”
“I can’t…”
“You have no control over what your heart wants.”
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He shook his head. “It’s not that I can’t love her. I can’t say it. I know that she will meet
someone closer to her own age and want to be free. And if I say it, it becomes more real, and harder for me to let her go.”
“Before you give her up, find out how she feels.”
“What if she doesn’t feel the same way?”
“What if she does?” Nan countered as she stood up and walked out of the sunroom.
Riffraff sat there for a while and thought about it. She might feel the same way now, but what about later? It was a huge age difference. No matter what argument he had for himself, his grandmother’s four soft spoken words haunted him.
What if she does?
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