My watch begins beeping, so I slowly wake up.
Annabelle is laying next to me and her eyes are slowly opening as well.
It is Thanksgiving and we are invited to dinner at her mother and step dad’s apartment.
I give her a kiss and she smiles at me.
Annabelle then takes her glasses off of the night table and puts them on her face.
My floor furnace is on full blast and it is very cold outside, despite it being only November.
Annabelle steps out of my bed wearing only one of my white tee shirts and her black panties.
I step out as well, then throw my arms around her and rub her buttocks.
She beams brightly at me and giggles.
I kiss her face repeatedly, to which she says, “I almost wish we didn’t have to go to dinner so I could spend the day making love to you instead, Johnny Joseph Elder.”
I am very turned on and say, “You know I feel bliss when we are intimate, but at least we’re getting a free meal.”
“Monetarily, it’s free, but we pay for it in other ways. You know my mom is going to fuss at me about something and then Oliver will insult me as well.”
“Well, we don’t have to take it, we can just leave if they do that.”
“You mean you will leave with me if I want to?”
“Of course. I know they are your family, but if your mother or Oliver or anyone else makes you uncomfortable and distressed, I will leave with you and I don’t care what they think of me. I’m in love with you, not necessarily them.”
“Oh, bae, you’re making me want to stay here with you even more so I can make love to you.”
“Well, if I hadn’t taken out a loan to pay my deductible from Hurricane Alidore, I could have used the extra money to buy us a Thanksgiving Dinner instead, but I needed my house fixed.”
“I know Johnny, but you are responsible with your finances, unlike my mom and Oliver.”
“I guess I’m thankful for what I get and I try to be a good steward.”
I continue to hug her and rub her love handles.
Then I tickle her a little to which she says, “I don’t mind you tickling me a little, but if you continue right now, you will need to mop your floor!”
I stop and she says giggling, “I have to use the bathroom, but then maybe we could shower together.”
“I would like that a lot!” I tell her.
Annabelle kisses me once more, then she prances to the master bathroom, with her curvy hips swaying from side to side.
I’m madly attracted to her.
Annabelle relieves herself, then I hear the toilet flush, so I walk into the bathroom.
She takes off everything and stands in the bathtub.
I stare at her with great admiration.
I undress and she motions for me to come in the bathtub with her.
We stand under the shower head and I turn the hot water on.
Passionately we kiss, then begin to make love standing up.
After we climax, we lovingly wash each other.
Once we are clean we stare at each other and continue to passionately kiss.
Reluctantly we step out of the bathtub, shivering. I turn the valve on the wall heater to “on” and strike a match to light it so we can be warm.
Lovingly we dry each other off.
Once we are dry, we shut off the wall heater, leave the bathroom and walk to the utility room placing our dirty clothes in the laundry basket.
We walk back to the bedroom and begin to dress each other.
We both put our undergarments on in front of each other, teasingly.
As I bend to reach into my bottom drawer, I get a shooting pain in my back and then sit on the bed.
Annabelle notices right away and says, “Don’t worry Johnny, I’ll get you a pair of pants. What would you like to wear?”
“I would like one of my khakis and a navy blue work shirt,” I tell her.
Annabelle gets them out of the drawer for me and I struggle to put them on.
She then asks, “What would you like me to wear?”
“That sexy black skirt and white blouse that shows off all of your sexy curves.”
Annabelle giggles and nods, then say, “I’ve been wanting to wear that.”
“Good, because it drives me wild.”
“That’s why I’ve been wanting to wear it!”
Annabelle begins putting on her outfit, then says, “Before I got with you, I never thought I was sexy, because of my weight, but you adore me including my weight and I love you so much for that!”
“I hope you love me for other reasons.”
“Of course I do Johnny, you have a heart of gold, you take care of me and even manage to spoil me with the little that you have, you’re level-headed, you accepted me for who I am and of course you’re so cute-I don’t want anyone but you.”
We now both have our clothes on, then Annabelle continues, asking me “What made you fall for me?”
“The fact that you still wanted me in spite of my disability, the fact that you are so sweet even though all those bad things happened to you, the fact that in your own way you take care of me too and of course ever since I first laid eyes upon you in Mrs. Angela’s house last May, I thought you were so beautiful and I still do. I too only want you and no one else.”
“I guess we have a lot to be thankful for, no matter where we celebrate Thanksgiving.”
“We certainly do.”
“Well, there is about an hour until we are expected at your mothers.”
“We could go wish Mrs. Angela a Happy Thanksgiving.”
“That’s a good idea, I mean I am immensely thankful that she set us up.”
“As am I!”
So, with that, Annabelle helps me put on my socks and shoes, then I get my jacket and she gets her hoodie from the hall tree.
We bundle up, then I get my phone, flashlight and pocket knife off of my night table, place them in my pockets then shut the floor furnace off.
Annabelle gets her purse and phone.
I get my house keys off the hook and we head outside.
Hand in hand, Annabelle and I walk out of the front door then I lock the deadbolt.
We walk across my front porch, down the steps, then to the gate, closing it and we leave my yard. Then we walk to Mrs. Angela’s house, up her steps and knock on her door.
We hear her calling out, “Just a minute.”
Finally, she comes to the door dressed up in an orange pants suit.
“My my Johnny you look so handsome and Annabelle you look like a China doll. What brings y’all here?”
“We’ve come to wish you a Happy Thanksgiving,” Annabelle says.
“Because we are definitely thankful that you set us up,” I continue.
She motions for us to come in.
“Well, that’s awfully sweet of y’all. I would offer something to eat, but my son Roger will be coming in about an hour to take me to dinner at his house.”
“Well, we have to be at my mother’s house in an hour and honestly, I’m almost having a panic attack about what drama will happen there.”
“Well, Annabelle, you have Johnny now and if anyone gives you any grief, you and he just need to leave.”
Mrs. Angela then looks at me and says, “I need you to check my Weather Radio, Johnny. It’s not charging.”
“I’m on it,” I tell her.
I go into her bedroom and check the Weather Radio. Nothing looks damaged.
Then I have an idea: I go plug it in her kitchen socket. Immediately it starts charging.
“I think I found out what is wrong, Mrs. Angela,” I call out to her.
“Pray tell me what is it?”
“I think your fuse to that bedroom receptacle blew.”
“That would explain why my portable heater doesn’t work either.”
“That heater probably drew too much current for what the fuse is rated.” I pause then continue, “Now Mrs. Angela, why are you using a portable heater when you have radiators?”
“Because I am deathly afraid of Carbon Monoxide poisoning.”
“But portable electric heaters can be just as dangerous and cause fires if you’re not totally careful. Now, do you have any spare fuses, because Melinda’s is closed today.”
“I have some in my kitchen drawer.”
I get the package of fuses out, then walk to her utility room and replace the fuse. Then I plug the Weather Radio back into the bedroom receptacle and it starts charging again.
Then I tell Mrs. Angela, “Tomorrow when all the supply houses are open again, I can get some heavier gauge wire and run a line dedicated for your heater and only your heater that will be safe for it, in fact, I can talk to Roger about maybe giving me a ride to get all the supplies and helping me.” I pause, then continue, “The wire you currently have going to that outlet can handle light things like a radio or a lamp, but not an electric heater.”
“Well, I will pay you for installing that wire, that way you and Annabelle can go out tomorrow evening. After all, it will be Black Friday.”
“You don’t have to pay me, all you have to do is furnish the new parts.”
“Let me pay you, I get money from both the government and my husband’s pension, plus I have a good bit saved up.”
“Well, if you insist.”
“Of course. Now let me see where Roger is.
Mrs. Angela goes to her phone on the kitchen wall and dials her son’s number.
Annabelle and I sit in the living room next to each other, holding hands.
Mrs. Angela walks into the living room and says, “Roger is only a few blocks away.”
“Good, then I will talk to him about giving me a ride to the supply house tomorrow. In the meantime, do not use that electric heater.”
Minutes pass, then there is a knock at the door.
It is Roger.
I go up to him and shake his hand.
Mrs. Angela then says, “Johnny needs you to take him to the supply house tomorrow. He is going to run a special line for my electric heater.”
“That’s fine. I can do some Christmas shopping too since the supply house is on the same boulevard as all the stores.”
I look at Roger, then say, “I might need some help pulling the wires through the walls, because of my back.”
“I figured that then let’s get this knocked out as early tomorrow as possible.”
“Do you have all the tools you need?”
“Everything except a drill.”
“I’ve got a drill.”
Mrs. Angela then says, “I’m going to finish getting ready.”
“I’ll be waiting in the living room, Ma,” Roger answers.
I then explain to Roger, “Mrs. Angela tried running her portable heater on a fuse that is only rated for fifteen amps, plus she had a lamp and her Weather Radio plugged in on receptacles served by that fuse, so it blew. That is why I want to run a dedicated line for her heater, and I want to install the receptacle in the room where it is away from anything combustible. I know I’m anal about electrical safety, but you can never be too careful.”
“I understand, man, and I’m glad you look out for my momma.”
Mrs. Angela then walks out and says, “I’m ready, son.”
“Okay, Ma, we made a big dinner for you.”
“I can’t wait!”
“Well, we have to go to my mom and step dad’s apartment too,” Annabelle says.
“I hope it goes well,” Mrs. Angela says.
“I have my fingers crossed,” Annabelle replies.
We then all leave the house.
Roger locks the door and escorts Mrs. Angela to his truck, opens the door for her and lets her in.
Annabelle and I walk to the apartment complex, in the bleak, biting cold.
We hold each other close as we walk.
Soon enough we arrive and walk up the stairs to her unit.
Annabelle knocks on the door.
Oliver silently greets us and motions for us to come in.
He goes back to his recliner and watching football in the living room.
Debbie Lou, Annabelle’s mother steps out the kitchen and asks, “Who’s here?”
“It’s me and Johnny,” Annabelle says.
There is a tension in the air.
Her mother adds in, “I’ve got takeout from KFC, we have two large buckets of grilled chicken, some green beans, some biscuits, some macaroni and cheese and some chocolate chip cookies.”
Annabelle whispers to me, “You see that they were too lazy to cook anything.”
I simply nod, though I am glad to at least have this meal.
Debbie Lou then says, “Oliver, honey, when do you want to eat?”
“Halftime.” He gruffly replies
“How long until then?” Annabelle asks him?
“About two minutes left on the clock, but really like five or seven minutes in real time. Don’t worry, you’ll live, I mean you’re not exactly starving.”
Debbie Lou walks back into the kitchen and begins putting the dinner on plates.
I can see Annabelle getting angry, so I hug her and whisper, “Ignore him, you’re very beautiful.”
She places her face in my chest and, then looks up at me and says, “Thank you!”
I kiss her forehead and hold her hands.
She guides my hands to her sides and I begin to lovingly rub them.
As discreetly as possible, I then kiss Annabelle’s stomach.
“I love you, Johnny!” She whispers to me.
“I love you too, Annabelle, with all my heart to the moon and back!” I whisper in reply.
She smiles at me, then we go sit down on the sofa, holding hands.
I begin to run my fingers through Annabelle’s hair and she moans with pleasure.
Oliver then bellows, “Cut that out right now and have some decency. I’m sitting right here.”
Annabelle then angrily says, “You’re not my dad, no not even close.”
“This is my apartment though and it disgusts me to see you and him pawing at each other like randy cats.”
Debbie Lou walks in and says, “Why don’t we all eat?”
“Yes, I am hungry,” Annabelle adds in.
“When are you not hungry?” Oliver asks her.
“You’re not exactly skinny yourself, you probably weigh more than me in fact.”
Oliver pompously says, “That’s okay, I am a man and men can be fat. Fat women and fat girls, like you are totally disgusting.”
I am now getting angry and I wish I was able to fight, but I add in, shouting, “Annabelle is not disgusting by any means, in fact, she is the most beautiful young lady I have ever laid eyes upon and I am so thankful to have her in my life.”
Oliver looks at me and says, “What are you, a chubby chaser?”
There’s a silence. He is right, I am attracted to plus-sized women, but I don’t chase them, use them and then dump them like a chubby chaser might do.
I finally reply, “No, I love Annabelle, not anyone else.”
“You probably just stay with her because your back is messed up, you get disability and no one else wants you.”
“I don’t care if no one else wants me, in fact, I am glad because I only want Annabelle and that means there would be no temptation.”
Annabelle looks at me and says, “And I only want you, Johnny. You’re so sweet.” She then looks at Oliver and says, “I don’t know why my mom puts up with you, because you’re nothing but a douche bag.”
“No one is forcing you to stay here, so there’s the door. In fact, if you insult me again, I will indeed kick you and your boyfriend out.”
Debbie Lou then walks in and says, “Annabelle why are you being so disrespectful to my boyfriend?”
“Because he called me fat.”
“Well you do need to lose weight, I’ve been telling you that for years.”
Annabelle then begins crying and says, “It’s not my fault that I am fat. I was molested when I was seven and that threw all of my hormones out of balance.”
Debbie Lou grows very angry and asks, “Who molested you?”
“The principal at school did it. I was sent to his office because I kept talking about romantic stuff and the teacher thought it was inappropriate. This was right after Daddy died and I remembered how you and he were so affectionate to each other and also how he loved me, so I missed witnessing those affections. I guess talking about romance was my way of dealing with it, but then the principal molested me for doing so and that is why I think I started gaining weight. Johnny was the first person I ever told about this and he loves me in spite of it and he also loves me in spite of my weight.”
Oliver sits there speechless, even with a look of guilt on his face.
I hold Annabelle’s face in my chest as tears come out of her eyes profusely.
Debbie Lou begins yelling, “Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
“I was afraid you would have whipped me for being sent to the office.”
“If I would have known this, I would have flattened that principal like a bug!” Oliver shouts.
“Oh so now all of a sudden you’re a hero? You harassed me about my weight more than anyone else,” Annabelle says sharply.
Oliver then turns off the television and says, “You’re right. I am so sorry for all of that. I shouldn’t have been so insensitive, I mean you’re the closest thing to a daughter that I have and even though we never got along, I certainly wouldn’t have wanted you to go through that.”
“Well my appetite is ruined, but we need to report this,” Debbie Lou says.
“No such luck, he is now out of the country, probably having his way with countless other little girls,” Annabelle replies.
“What can I do to make amends?” Oliver asks.
“Just be more understanding in the future and not say those ugly things about heavy set women and girls, furthermore, please take care of my mom and stop taking those stupid pills.”
“Okay, I am going to seek treatment for my pill habit, once that is done I can go back to work.”
“That would be a step in the right direction. Now please let’s eat, I am hungry, plus I need to eat to cope with all of this.”
Debbie Lou serves the food and places it in plates on television trays.
Silently we eat dinner…
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