Free Taming Theresa by Melinda Peters Page B

one who was shit-faced. If it weren’t for you,
I wouldn't have slipped and sprained my ankle.”
    “You begged me to stay.”
    “Did not!” Theresa shot back.
    John mimicked, “Oh please, John. My leg
hurts. Rub it for me.”
    “You didn’t have to stay the whole night.
Nobody asked you to do that."
    “And who would have helped you in and out of
the bathroom?”
    “Looks like they're getting along just fine."
A playful smirk lifted the corners of Vicky’s mouth.
    Jack whispered to Vicky, “They spent the
night together? What's up with that? Didn’t she have some issues
with John?”
    “Just put me down!” Theresa struggled in
John’s arms.
    "Jack. Give me a hand; I need a little help
here. She can’t walk."
    Jack handed his cup to Vicky and pulled out a
kitchen chair. "What did you do to her?"
    "I didn't do anything," John protested.
    "Yeah, right!” Theresa whimpered miserably
rubbing her ankle. “This is all your fault.” “Why didn’t you leave
when I asked you to? If you hadn't...”
    “Hey.” John held his palms up. “You’re right.
I admit it was my fault, but when a man finds a beautiful naked
woman waiting for him in his bathtub surrounded by candles...well,
he gets ideas.”
    “Why do you keep saying I’m beautiful? I
don't feel very beautiful this morning.” Theresa frowned and
extended her right leg exhibiting a very swollen ankle.
    "Oh dear," murmured Vicky. "Remember what
your mom said; let's get an ice pack on that right away."
    Theresa sighed. "John did that off and on all
night. It helped some, but it's still throbbing like crazy."
    “Doc will be here soon,” announced John. "I
called him before we left."
    “Please don't go to any trouble on my
account," said Theresa.
    “What?” said John indignantly. “Why didn’t
you say that, when I was running up and down stairs all night
getting aspirin, cups of tea, and your ‘Boo Boo’ ice?”
    "Okay then,” breathed Vicky. “I'll get some
ice anyway, it certainly won't hurt. I hope it isn't broken."
    John went to the coffee pot, got down a mug,
and filled it. Taking a hefty swallow of the scalding liquid, he
shuddered. It felt like a hand grenade going off in his stomach. He
grimaced, put the mug down again.
    “We got an hour of sleep, maybe two. You
know, she's very irritable in the morning.”
    "I'm not irritable," snapped Theresa from her
chair.
    "Whatever," he muttered.
    "And what about my car and my things? They’re
still at the B & B. I told you I wanted you to drive my car out
here, but would you listen? Nooo. How am I going to stay here?"
    He rolled his eyes. “I’ll bring you back
whenever you want.”
    "Don't worry about that now,” said Vicky.
“Let's just get Doc to check you out and we can take care of all
the rest later,"
    Jack said, “I'm sure there's a lot more to
this story. Maybe more than you remember?"
    "Oh I remember every minute," John said.
    "You look a little rough this morning. You
feeling all right?"
    "Yeah sure. Listen, can you guys take care of
Theresa. I've got to get down to the Shell Station, to see if
everybody got to work on time. Then I'm going out back and blow my
brains out. Want to come along?"
    "I'll pass," said Jack.
    Marsha crept into the kitchen, gray and
hollow eyed, clutching a package of saltines and sat down at the
table. "Morning."
    Diane stumbled in next and collapsed into a
chair. She held her head in her hands and groaned, "Oh my god. I'm
never doing that again. I think meatballs, cheesecake, and mojitos
are a bad combination."
    "Can I get you guys anything?" asked
Vicky.
    Marsha shook her head and fished out a
saltine, munching slowly.
    Diane groaned, "No, nothing please."
    "Could someone get me some coffee?" asked
Theresa.
    John quickly filled a cup, added cream and
brought it to her.
    “Thanks Babe.” Theresa sipped gratefully. “I
need coffee in the morning, no matter what.”
    John glanced at his friend. Jack was staring
at him, eyebrows reaching for the ceiling as he