she was called honey because even the sickest of men could get drunk off her sweetness
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or in which a man becomes infatuated with a girl he calls honey.
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Set in the 1970s
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𝟷𝟿𝟽𝟹, 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚞𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚜
Jackie's face moved in extra close—her nose nearly brushing against the spinning record as she placed the needle. It was a task she did with great care so as not to scratch her precious disks.
Finally, the soft notes of Dreams by Fleetwood Mac filled the air and she was content.
Her head moved lightly and she closed her eyes, beginning to twirl around in the living room. Her feet soft as they padded around the the wooden floors. No one was watching and she was free to glide and lift her skirt as high as she wished.
"Oh thunder only happens when it's rainin'," She sang softly.
Her moment of euphoria was cut off by a shrill call of her name.
"Jacquelyn! Turn that racket down!" Her mother's head slipped around the corner, "And pull your dress down!"
Jackie sighed and slowly released her grasp on her skirts from against the top of her thighs, letting them fall back down.
Deciding there was nothing better for her to do, she skipped out the front door and began walking across the street to Martha May's house.
It was terrible hot out and equally as bright. She flipped her sunglasses down from atop her head. And before she could even knock, the door flew open and a smiling girl with blonde braids stood with two glasses of lemonade.
"I figured you'd be over soon. Thought we'd lay out on the lawn, get a nice tan before we go to any pool parties. Wouldn't want John Lancaster to see me with pale shoulders." Martha May physically cringed at the thought of the most popular boy at school.
They took their places on each lawn chair, sipping their icy lemonade while watching the younger children throw balls or race down yards with tennis rackets.
"What a horrible way to start summer off," her best friend grumbled.
"I don't think it's too bad." Jackie shrugged, pushing her sunnies farther up on her sweaty nose.
"Yes well your older brother isn't going to be around." Martha May grumbled.
"I thought Charles was going to Florida for the holidays?" Jackie asked curiously.
"No, it's Harry. He got a divorce and claims he needs some 'time away from it all'..." She said in a horrible imitation of a deep voice.
In all honesty Jackie didn't know Harry very well, she was 17 and he was surely in his thirties by now. Even as a child he only came round for Christmas. All she cared about was that he was older and wouldn't interfere with any of her and Martha's plans.
"Well when does he get here?" Jackie questioned in an attempt to keep the conversation going.
Martha flicked her wrist and checked the small silver watch, "Any minute now actually."
And she was right, a nice looking black car pulled swiftly into the driveway. The windows were terribly dark and neither girl could see through. Martha turned her head away and continued searching the street for any boys she knew.
But Jacquelyn was interested now.
The car door opened and a tall man stepped out. Broad shoulders and arms that looked claustrophobic in his suit jacket. His hair looking as if it had been done this morning, the curls concealed enough then but not now.
Jackie couldn't help but think that he was handsome. Not handsome in a John Lancaster sort of way... handsome in a grown sort of way.
"Hi, Harry," Martha hummed, not even giving her brother a second glance.
"Hi May"
He gave his sister a seconds glance before catching the nimble limbed girl stretched out beside her. He eyed her up and down, lingering longer than her should at the sight of her exposed honey thighs.
