Ride Hard: Double Date?

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True to form Jack was able to get us a booking for four at the new fancy restaurant with very little notice. Mom and Dad were fairly easy to fit in and Jack and I were spending so much time together that it wasn’t like I had to change my schedule, but just how Jack managed such a booking I never asked. I never actually felt the need to ask.

Even three days after the phone call to invite Mom and Dad to dinner Mom was insisting we didn’t need a restaurant dinner when she could cook something just as nice at home but it was three against one. Mom was right in that she could cook any meal to rival that of even a four star Michelin chef but the whole point was Jack wanted to take us all out for dinner.

When Jack told me he would pick both myself and my parents up I was somewhat surprised, not just because Mom and Dad’s was about a twelve mile detour but because I didn’t really think my mother would appreciate sitting in the back of the Mustang. I knew Dad would love a ride in Jack’s Mustang, he’d also have loved driving it, but with no back doors climbing through the front seats to get in wasn’t something I could see Mom doing. Offering her the front seat was obviously an option but then it was Dad climbing in the back seat and lets face it neither of my parents were getting any younger despite being quite nimble.

“I’m not sure my parents would be that appreciative of the Mustang.” I said to Jack as we spoke over dinner several nights before the big event.

“Your Dad would love the ‘Stang.” he said with a beaming smile.

“Yeah, he’d love to drive it, but getting in the back seat might be a bit much and we surely can’t expect Mom to get in there.”

“They’ll love it!” Jack said but I could see he was joking. “I was planning to take the Escalade.”

I had of course seen the Escalade sitting in the back bay at Jack’s workshop, but having never heard it brought up in conversation I’d never questioned ownership, I figured it was like so many other vehicles and bikes in the workshop, someone elses. “That’s yours too?” I asked.

“Yeah, well it kind of belongs to the business but since I own the business yeah I guess it’s mine.” Jack replied. “You know it’s not always practical to turn up to business meetings on a motorbike.”

“I thought that’s what the Mustang was for.”

“Well it is, but sometimes one needs a bit more room.”

“You just love the gangster look don’t you?” I asked with a cheeky grin.

“Nah I need another three of them for the gangster look, they always roll in groups. I’m going for the FBI agent look, you know like Booth?”

I knew exactly what Jack was referring to, we’d both been watching the last season of Bones and although he hadn’t bought the Escalade since we’d started watching it I knew he was talking about FBI Special Agent Seeley Booth.

“Does that make me Bones?” I asked with a smile.

“You could be my Temperance any day!” Jack replied.

“And you be my hunky gun wielding FBI agent!” I said.

“Are you suggesting we try a bit of role play?”

“Not over the dinner table you goose! But maybe after dinner.” I said with a seductive smile before taking a sip of my wine.

“So do you think they’ll mind being picked up in the Escalade?” Jack asked ending our silly conversation.

“Mom will probably say it’s too big and she can’t get in it. She’ll then say we should just have dinner there.” I said with a smile knowing my own mother too well. Jack laughed and I looked at the clock. We were late finishing dinner but not too late to ring my parents. “Let’s find out.” I added as I reached for my cell phone which was sitting on the table.

“Hi Mom,” I said as Mom picked up the phone.

“Oh hello Dianne, lovely to hear from you,” that’s my mother always polite.

Mom of course offered to interrupt Dad from his evening television and make it a three way conversation but I politely declined telling her to leave Dad where he was. I honestly wondered sometimes if my Mom did the conference call with everyone because she certainly offered to do it with me every time I rang. Although I’d declined the three way conversation that didn’t stop Mom letting Dad know who was on the phone and pass on my greetings to him.

“She doesn’t want to talk to you dear, so stay seated.” I heard Mom say on the other end of the phone and had to hold my laughter. “What can we do for you dear? It’s a little late for you to be calling isn’t it?”

“No Mom, it’s never too late to call my favorite parents!” I said with a smile she obviously couldn’t see but I hoped she could hear.

“Call us at midnight and I’m sure you’ll get told that it’s too late!”

“Well lucky it’s not midnight then, isn’t it?” I asked but didn’t wait for an answer. “Mom, I’m just ringing to let you know that Jack has offered to pick you and Dad up before dinner on Thursday night.”

Of course those few words led straight too Mom not wanting to ride in ‘that little car with no back doors,’ to which I heard Dad call out from the sofa that he’d love to ride in it. When I assured her Jack also owned an car like Booth drove, they too were Bones fans, she knew she didn’t have an excuse to refuse the car so she went straight back to suggesting she could cook.

Twenty minutes later I had finally got Mom to accept that Jack and I would be picking her an Dad up ‘in a car like Booth’s’ and taking them to dinner, a dinner they would no doubt enjoy, then drive them home again once that dinner was over.


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      1. Your welcome. Erotica for erotica’ s sake is like trying to eat a whole cake all at once. On the other hand you have the talent to build in romance and the conflicts that come along with it in your stories leaving the erotica be served like a piece of cake for desert. Men like to eat the entire cake all at once then move along to the next one. While on the other hand women like to savor a piece of cake every now and then but don’t become emotionally attached to the act it self as they do to being romanced and cared for afterwards. Your stories have a greater depth then just a straight out sex fantasy which is what the majority of woman like to read.

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        1. I am flattered by your words and thank you sincerely. Sometimes the story comes easy, sometimes it requires a bit more work but coming up with it is always fun. I do tend to put more effort into the stories and relationships than I do the sex scenes but I wouldn’t have it any other way because writing the story is goal for me.

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          1. Dabir is right you do put a lot of effort in and it shows. It is clear that the story is the goal and that you let the sex scenes compliment the relationships.

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          2. Thank you. I guess to me it’s like the real world. Sex is good and sex is fun but life goes on around it and expressing what people do, how they talk, and how they interact is just as important.

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        2. Dabir, this is very true. Statistically I have more female readers and comments on my romantic erotica stories and I have more male readers and comments on my quick and dirty or Sexy Saturday’s. Redux does a fantastic job of building relationships and the emotional foundation to support sex in an erotically romantic way. Which makes it feel like it belongs and it’s not just sex for the sake of sex.

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          1. I agree, the sexier, or dirtier a post is the more attention it usually gets from male readers while the women are generally (with a few exceptions) the ones who comment on the parts where the ‘story’ happens. I don’t follow my stats too closely but the dirty poems usually attract the most comments that end up getting deleted because they are just over the top or asking me for a date.

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          2. I don’t mind sharing my words but no one will ever know if any of the words reflect any real life situation or person. The predictable thing is that it’s only ever males who contact me and ask me if I’d like to preform on them something I’ve written. I’ve never had a female do it 🙂

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