Who dares search for the pirate's booty?!

“Why don’t you girls run ahead and pick us out some clubs. We will catch up in a minute or two.” The group had just finished eating dinner and were standing by the car before they decided to just walk across the crosswalk to play some putt putt at Pirate’s Booty Golf. Bailey saw the older man holding his lover's hand and wished he could club him, but was quickly pulled away by Candi as she took his hand and happily skipped across the street. Internally he winced as he skipped along with her to keep up, he could have just picked up his pace, but instead found himself following suit and it would look odd to start and then suddenly change.

The two stood there, leaning on the car and into each other as they watched the girls skip across the crosswalk. It wasn’t until the girls made it to the sidewalk that they looked away and towards one another. Cupping Amanda’s chin he pressed himself into her, shifting so that her back was still to the car and he was standing in front of her. Pushing himself into her as she kissed him back, opened her mouth and tilted her head to kiss him deeper. “Mhhh” The small sound of pleasure escaped her mouth as they pressed and rolled their tongues. During dinner Derrick had sat next to her and kept his hand either on her back or her leg. At one point she had crossed her leg in a way to press his hand between her legs before starting to rock her top appendage. The two stood there under a street light, making out like a pair of teenagers that didn’t want to separate for the night.

He wanted to go further, his pants felt much tighter than they should with how much she had turned him on and as he pulled away from their passionate kiss he could see in her eyes she wanted the same. If he asked her she might even be willing to climb into the back seat of the car with him, but they weren’t teenagers with no place to go. They were adults with children and this was a family night, so it couldn’t go any further. Derrick felt like he had gotten just a sip of water when he was dying of thirst, but it would have to do till this weekend. “We better catch up to the girls, but you might want to fix umm.” He tapped his own lip.

“I figure we can play a round of golf and then you can drop me off at the hotel.”

Her back still pressed into the car, Amanda had her hands pressed into his chest as she looked him in his wonderful green eyes. She looked over her shoulder towards the mini golf course, knowing they would need to go catch up, but wishing this moment could go on. “You know…” Amanda trailed off for a second reconsidering her offer to let him stay the night. That wouldn’t be fair to Bailey would it? Bailey had given her permission, and it wasn’t like she hadn’t been with Derrick already. Right now Bailey was her daughter and the decision was fully hers. She slid one of her hands up from his chest, up his neck and into the hair on the back of his head. “All of Candi’s clothes are still at my place, and some of yours. Why not stay the night?”

Derrick kissed her again, but this time didn’t let himself get dragged into it too deep by his lust. “Staying over together with the girls? Are you sure?”

She shook her head twice slowly, but her smile never faded. “No, but we both want too and the girls seem keen to keep us together. Do you think Candi would have a problem with it? Or are you not ready? She was about to spend the weekend with him alone, yet she still felt guilty like she was doing something wrong. Bailey wanted her to be happy and with everything going on Bailey couldn’t be with her, nor would she have Bailey that way looking the way she did. No Bailey wanted an open relationship before to just fill a physical need, that is what was said when she started working a lot of extra hours. She had been so angry, but now Bailey was letting her do what she wouldn’t accept before.

“I am more than ready, I just didn’t want to pressure you into anything.”

She smirked at him, he was still pressing his body into hers. Making it so she pushed into her car and was not able to move unless he stepped back. “You did not seem to have trouble putting pressure onto me when we just kissed.”

He laughed and stepped back, holding his hand out so they could follow after the girls together. The air tonight didn’t have the biting chill from Monday, making it much more pleasant as the two walked across the street together with the sound of her heels on the pavement and the distant sound of traffic.

“Can you believe what is happening!?” Candi said excitedly as they waited in line to pay for a round of golf.

Rolling his eyes at the thought of it Bailey kept his thoughts on the matter to himself. Not only was Mommy going off to spend time with dErRiCk this weekend for the wedding. He was much more okay with the idea when the man was leaving town, than now that he could see him making goggly eyes at her. Now though, now she was going to go off and not be gone for just the weekend, but all of next week. Sure the executive training program was what they were working for, he wouldn’t be dressed like this, acting like this without that. But he wasn’t even allowed to be on his own!

It had taken a lot of self control, he didn’t need a babysitter. He was eightee… an adult! Mommy and Derrick were going to be flying out tomorrow morning, then in the afternoon Nana Connors was coming back from her vacation early to watch Candi and him. Just the way Mommy said it made him feel like she suddenly didn’t trust him on his own. “Derrick’s mother was kind enough to come back early from her vacation to watch over you girls. She will be arriving sometime in the afternoon Friday and will be taking you back to the hotel. Bailey, sweetie you will be with her till after church on Sunday. She was excited to take you both to mass and after that your Aunt Megan will be picking you up. You will stay with her till I get back.”

Church, he was going to be **** to go to church, not something he was going to look forward too. Though listening to some lecture on why he was going to hell for this reason and that sounded a lot better than spending time with Aunt Megan. Escapelly when he knew what was in store that night. He had tried not to think about it, but he was trapped going on a double date with her. Aunt Megan with his old best friend chuck and him with… Liam. He felt like he could pass out at the thought, he had spent so much time with he younger man that there was no way he wasn’t going to see past the disguise. Heck he was going to be near Chuck for an extended period of time! It was fooled before, but now he was going to get a good look at him. Bailey needed to move and get away and quickly excused himself rom the table. “Excuse me, I have to go tinkle.”

In the bathroom Bailey stood with his hands on the fake stone countertop, looking at himself in the mirror, trying to see what was going to give him away first come Sunday. As he looked he couldn’t help notice some of his lipstick rubbed off on his straw and pulled out his lipstick to repair it. “Are you okay pumpkin?”

Looking to the side in the mirror Bailey noticed Mommy had come into the bathroom. She was leaning on the wall next to the sink and mirrors. He didn't feel okay, though a piece of his anxiety left him as he touched up his lips. It was ridiculous that it would, but his makeup being messed up was something he could fix, something he had the power to correct, so it felt good when so much was out of his control. “Your like, going away and… well I’m happy for you and stuff. But like I don’t want to be alone.” Oh sugar he didn’t want to be alone with Auntie Megan.

Amanda wondered if Bailey was saddened a little that this was all coming to an end, if what Meg was saying was true that would track. “We have plenty to discuss about my potential new job, but you will not be alone. You enjoyed yourself at Aunt Megan’s last weekend did you not?”

He had not in fact enjoyed the **** she put him through, but he couldn’t say that. “Yeah, a little.”

“Have you read more of the book she let you borrow? I bet she would love to discuss it with you.” Bailey nodded his head a little, turning to give her his full attention now that he was done fixing his face.

“Yeah, like a little.” He shrugged his shoulders slightly, wishing he didn’t enjoy the book as much as he did. “Its like okay I guess.”

“I know today has been a hard day for you, Candi told me what happened at the DMV.” The news Bailey had failed the test again was tiring and she wondered what excuse Bailey would give for it this time instead of owning up to it, but in Candi’s text she said Bailey was so broken up about it that she refused to admit she even wanted to get a permit.

“She, she.. She told on me?!” She wasn’t actually his big sister, why did she need to go and tell Mommy about hat! Peaches… Mommy got upset last time, what if she wants to punish me before she goes? Was this why she didn’t trust him to be on is own?

Stepping forward Amanda touched Bailey’s cheek, looking her in the eye before giving her a hug. “She was only worried about you, and do not fret. I am not upset, if you tell me you tried your best, then it is okay.”

He was alone with her, he could tell her so much about what was bothering him and yet there was so much more he couldn’t say. Instead he thought of what Candi was making him do with the rest of her earnings from the bet. They had no idea Derrick would be back when they headed to pick Mommy up from work, but on the way he was given the directive to give the man a big hug. Call him Daddy and tell him the ring size for the woman he loved. He would have done it already, but while he had gotten her necklaces, bracelets, earrings, he had never bought her a ring. It was too much of a suggestion of marriage, and he stayed away from it, so he didn’t even know her ring size. “Can I like ask you a question?”

“Always. I hope you always feel comfortable to come talk with me.” Amanda hoped Bailey wasn’t about to ask about her promotion. It was a massive promotion, but she wasn’t sure it was right for her.

“Umm what's your ring size?” Amanda cocked her head to the side, that question seemed to come out of left field.

“Why do you ask?” She wore a few rings on her fingers and looked down at them.

“Umm… I like don’t have any and like. Our hands look similar and stuff.” That was the best lie Bailey could come up with on the spot. He hadn’t even considered her questioning his question.

“Here, let us see. Hold up your hand.” Bailey did as instructed, not sure why she couldn’t just answer the question so he could get this over with.

Slipping the ring off of her ring finger on her right hand Amanda inspected Bailey's fingers. “You chose a pretty color for your nails today, that with your haircut. You look adorable, you know that right?”

Adorable, yay…! Just the thing he wanted to hear, “Thank you, Candi helped me.” Bailey said with a smile on his face playing his part, anything else would just make them get off the subject and he needed to have this bet over with. If he didn’t do what she said then how could he expect her to do what he wanted when he won the next one.

With a smile and a nod Amanda moved her ring over Bailey’s hand and slipped it onto her middle finger, where she thought it would fit the best. Bailey’s hands were a little smaller than hers and the ring finger looked to be about the same thickness as her ring finger. The comment about Candi helping all but confirmed Bailey hadn’t made the choice about her hair alone. That girl was a **** of nature when she wanted something. If she was to ever become a politician she might be able to enact real change. “I am a size six and it looks like you are a five and a half, but this fits your middle finger perfectly. It looks wonderful with your nails, keep it on.”

“Earth to Bailey, hello!” Bailey’s eyes refocused on the world around him, it was their turn to grab golf clubs and pay and the man behind the counter wearing a bandana over his head and an eyepach was squinting at him.

“Is she okay?” His voice was raspy, like he had smoked too many cigarettes over the years. “Oh yeah, totally. My little sis spaces out sometimes, but I think she was actually looking at a snack or two.” Candi took a step back next to Bailey and away from the counter and pointed off to a group of four men about college age who were at the top of the course who kept yelling the word “Booty.”

“I was not looking at a snack!” Bailey said protesting as he looked up to where she was pointing. They looked like a bunch of frat bros who pre-partied to go play mini golf.

“Oh yeah? Are you like telling me you couldn’t tell me what color hair some of them have or what they are wearing?”

Bailey frowned, scrunching up his face. “Well yeah, because like you pointed at them and I looked.” She always thought he was checking out boys, but that was supposed to be part of who he was, or at least what people were supposed to think he was boy crazy. So it was good, but peaches did he hate it.

“Sure, sure. We all totally believe you. Right Ben?” Candi said turning back towards the employee running the cash register.

“Captain Ben and..” The older man shrugged trying to make it clear he didn’t care one way or the other about who the teen girls were checking out. It wasn’t him, so he cared nothing for it. “Yes, no, it matters little. The real question is Arrrr… are you bonnie lasses going to try and find the pirates hidden booty!?” The middle aged man jumped into character when he saw his manager, someone almost half his age come out of the stock room.

“Bonnie lass, Oh my god I LOVE THAT!” The older man couldn’t help but look at the girl's chest as she bounced up and down with excitement. The other one smiled at him or was just happily smiling in general and while he enjoyed the show, he wished both sisters were as excitable. “Our parents are like on the way, so four of us are going to get…” Candi leaned closer on the counter, talking to the man as if it was a secret. “The pirate booty.”

She was so happy to be going out as a group again, like a family. Tomorrow their parents would be gone again, off to more romantic settings. Tonight thought, tonight she was going to enjoy the time she had with them. Picking up a putter off the counter felt it for balance and smirked at Bailey. “Hey sis, wanna make a bet?”