Compromised accomodations

[Liplovinman]

Compromised accomodations (please PM your opening)

There was a knock on his door at 2:45 am, again! Chris had opened it with some sense of dread, certain whom he would find at his door, waking him in the midst of a lazy dream on a late Saturday or early Sunday morning, depending on perspective. For him, this was becoming too frequent an occurrence. There stood his 19 year old niece, too plastered to go home, ready and willing to occupy his sofa until a sobering morning would cause her to be reticent and remorseful enough to promise not to bother him again. He would feel sorry for her, again, offer his sofa, again, and the vicious cycle would continue. Chris Jenkins cursed under his breath as the slender teen moved to his sofa and sprawled in unceremonious fashion across its length. Her short top exposed her midriff and as he caught himself looking, Chris caught her watching him look. Amanda was an attractive girl, very put together and collected the majority of the time. He often wondered where she got the liquor. There were enough men out there that might take advantage of a pretty young woman, with her defenses in the state that Amanda’s were currently. He’d often thought of scaring her straight.

She passed out almost immediately, though the exchanged glance had held more than a passing interest to him. There was no way to know what was on her mind, and he was less than ready to explore it as the scent of liquor filled the room. He brewed a pot of coffee, setting the timer to shut off. It would not be fresh when she woke, but his microwave was friendly enough to reheat the stale coffee should she want it, as she normally did. He was headed back to bed, putting the comforter over her, he found himself more than envious of her male friends. He shook his head, there was not much to do now. He walked back down the hall, ever so aware of the stirring between his legs.

 

[Liplovinman]

Chris heard the timer for the microwave before he heard the additional movement in his living room. The ritual continued. He would let Amanda have her time with her coffee, wake fully, maybe even shake some of the after affects of the prior night from her brain before he approached her about when this would end and why his home could not continue to be abused. He didn't give any thought to the night prior. Amanda's glassy stare, the after effects, would have overwhelmed her ability to think straight. He could give no credence to any of her actions last night, pointing this out would only serve to embarrass her further. He had come to realize that embarrassment was not changing her behavior, perhaps it was time to get the bottom of this.

He walked straight into the kitchen, poured himself a cup of coffee, heating it and sat at the dining table, watching as Amanda wound her hair onto her head. He watched for a moment as she finished the task and then patted the seat beside him at the table, watching her move slowly, carefully toward the chair, taking care of the hot liquid in her mug.

"I'm afraid this is not going to be a good conversation, Amanda, it's not a happy topic and it may not be an easy thing to hear. Before I say anything, I wanted to give you a chance to tell me what is happening... For the last two months, you have spent the night on my couch almost every Saturday night. Is there something I should know? I have to tell you, it is hampering my love life." He smiled. It was true, it would have been an issue if he had someone over. But they both knew he did not have much of a social life. It was not a joke, really, but the air was stale with worry and he attempted to lighten it somewhat.


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