05 Dec 2009 @ 7:33 PM 

Chapter 18

Chapin awoke in Skeet’s arms and glanced around the room.  The sunlight was just starting to stream in the window.  She lay there listening to him breathe.  She became conscious that she was lying naked and the sheet was at her feet and all she could think of was Brian walking in yet again.  She tried to maneuver the sheet up without waking Skeet, but it wasn’t to be.  She covered herself and he began to stir.

“Good morning, beautiful!” Skeet said, kissing her.  Even the morning breath didn’t matter to the two of them. They held each other for several minutes then just relaxed in total bliss.

“I played with Herbie Hancock and Chick Corea last night.  I can’t believe it!  It’s like a dream and I have to keep reminding myself that it’s true.”  She sighed and stared at the ceiling for a moment, then rolled on her side with her head on Skeet’s chest.  “Plus I made love to the most wonderful man in the world.”

“Several times!” Skeet interjected.

“Well that makes it several times as great now doesn’t it?”

He kissed her again.  “I’m hungry,” he announced.  “Let’s grab a shower and cook something to eat.”

“Sounds good, but maybe we should go out for something to eat.  I’m not really much of a cook,” she said.

Skeet grinned.  “I’ve got it covered.  Let’s hit the shower!”  He hopped up and walked around the bed, took her hand and headed for the shower.

Once they were showered and dressed they headed to the kitchen.  As Skeet bounded into the kitchen he saw a woman sitting there.  She was in a blue robe that was clearly oversized.  Skeet recognized it as Brian’s.  Her back was to the door and she sipped on a cup of coffee.  She turned around as she heard them enter the room.  She looked strangely familiar but Skeet couldn’t seem to place where he knew her from.

“Hello?” Skeet asked.

“Oh hi, Skeet!  I hope I didn’t give you a start, sugar.  I was here with Brian and it got really late so he said I could just stay here.  I hope that’s not a problem,” the lady said.

“Wait… Jaque, right?” Chapin said.

“Why yes!”  Jaque turned to Chapin.  “I remember you were in the coffee shop with Brian and Skeet, but I don’t think I ever caught your name.”

“I’m Chapin,” she said with a smile.

Skeet suddenly realized that the woman had been their waitress in the coffee shop across the street from the Metro.  She had seemed nice enough and Skeet trusted Brian.  If he trusted her to be here, then Skeet did too.

“Well why don’t you girls have some coffee and I’ll get started on some breakfast,” Skeet suggested as he pulled out a chair for Chapin and kissed her on the forehead.

“Now why don’t you let me help, sugar?” Jaque said.  She glanced at Chapin with a smile.  “You know you can’t trust a man in the kitchen.

“I think you’d be surprised,” boomed Brian’s voice as he entered the room.  “Skeet seems quite at home in the kitchen.”

Chapin looked at Skeet with amazement.  “You’re quite the renaissance man!”  She beamed with her feelings for him.  He looked at her and smiled.

“You know, Brian was telling me about that strange thing that happened to your album, you know, with Stan playing on it and all.” Jaque said in a quite matter of fact tone that took a moment to register with both Chapin and Skeet.  “And you know I’m on the internet all the time and I bet we can just google old Stan up and you can give him a call and find out what the hec’s goin’ on.”

Skeet shot Brian a look while Chapin bit her lip.  Brian stared blankly at Skeet, not knowing what to say.  Chapin swallowed hard and decided to interject before temperatures started to rise away from all the pans that Skeet had going on the stove.  “You know,” she started.  “She’s probably right.  We could probably do a little research and find him, no problem.”  She immediately wondered if this was the right thing to say to keep tempers down and decided it probably wasn’t, but it was already out there, so she decided she better roll with it.

“Yea, Skeet.  I’m sure between us we can find him,” Brian agreed.

“But I’m not sure I want to find him.  It’s been a long time and a lot of water has passed under the bridge,” Skeet said, while violently beating eggs in a large bowl.

“Well, he obviously wants something to do with you, for better or worse.  He laid some guitar tracks down on tape and not crappy guitar either.  He obviously wasn’t trying to mess it up,” Brian commented.

“How about if we eat a little breakfast before we get too heavy into this, cool?” Skeet said.  His voiced betrayed both his stress and his irritation.  He had planned to cook a small romantic breakfast for just Chapin and himself and now he was cooking for four and talking about an issue that was truly disturbing to him.

“Sounds fair,” remarked Chapin.  “So what’s on the menu in this greasy spoon?” she asked, attempting to change the subject to something a little less stressful.

Skeet’s face brightened up as his thoughts turned to his beloved food.  “I’m trying not to go too complicated this morning, but I’m making some chocolate covered Belgian waffles topped with Crème fraîche, some maple cured bacon on the side.  For those who want eggs, I’m doing a variation on an Indian Omelet. “

Both girls suddenly sat up straight and looked at each other.

“You’re kidding, right sugar?” Jaque asked.

“No, he’s not kidding,” Brian answered.

“I was just expecting some eggs and toast,” said Chapin.

Brian looked down at her mockingly.  “Madam, Skeet doesn’t make…” he added just a bit of mock contempt to the words.  “eggs and toast.”  Brian and Skeet began to laugh as Skeet began pinching ingredients into a pan.  The kitchen suddenly filled with a wonderful scent of Middle Eastern spices.

“My God, what is that?  It smells wonderful!” Jaque asked.

“Onions, chili, garlic, ginger, turmeric, cumin, a little coriander, some mint, a dash of lime juice…”

“Ok, basically more than I want to know about,” Jaque said with a grin.

Skeet shook and rattled various pots and pans and then grabbed some plates and began to lay them out on the counter.

“Can I help with anything?” Chapin asked.

“I learned a long time ago just to stay out of his way.  Every once and a while he lets me cut up something, but usually I have to stay out of the entire area,” Brian laughed.

Skeet emerged from the kitchen with a plate stacked with waffles, and a pot of what appeared to be melted chocolate.  After setting it on the table, he raced back in the kitchen and brought a plate of bacon.  He then grabbed individual plates, placed an omelet on each one and carefully placed it in front of each person.

The girls sat speechless.  Skeet sat down and looked around the table.  “Well, dig in!” he said and Brian started reaching for the waffles.  The girls followed Brian’s lead and a chorus of “Ummms”, “Yums” and “Oh God” that sometimes bordered on orgasmic.

“You guys are really lucky, you know.  Usually he just cooks for the poker buddies,” Brian said.  He turned to Skeet.  “You know Shawn is gonna be pissed!  He loves your Indian Omelet,” Brian said.

“Well, might I suggest that we do this again tomorrow and invite him!?” announced Chapin to a chorus of laughs.

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Chapter 18

Chapin awoke in Skeet’s arms and glanced around the room.  The sunlight was just starting to stream in the window.  She lay there listening to him breathe.  She became conscious that she was lying naked and the sheet was at her feet and all she could think of was Brian walking in yet again.  She tried to maneuver the sheet up without waking Skeet, but it wasnt to be.  She covered herself and he began to stir.

“Good morning, beautiful!” Skeet said, kissing her.  Even the morning breath didn’t matter to the two of them. They held each other for several minutes then just relaxed in total bliss.

“I played with Herbie Hancock and Chick Corea last night.  I can’t believe it! It’s like a dream and I have to keep reminding myself that it’s true.”  She sighed and stared at the ceiling for a moment, then rolled on her side with her head on Skeet’s chest.  “Plus I made love to the most wonderful man in the world.”

“Several times!” Skeet interjected.

“Well that makes it several times as great now doesn’t it?”

He kissed her again.  “I’m hungry,” he announced.  “Let’s grab a shower and cook something to eat.”

“Sounds good, but maybe we should go out for something to eat.  I’m not really much of a cook,” she said.

Skeet grinned.  “I’ve got it covered.  Let’s hit the shower!”  He hopped up and walked around the bed, took her hand and headed for the shower.

Once they were showered and dressed they headed to the kitchen.  As Skeet bounded into the kitchen he saw a woman sitting there.  She was in a blue robe that was clearly oversized.  Skeet recognized it as Brian’s.  Her back was to the door and she sipped on a cup of coffee.  She turned around as she heard them enter the room.  She looked strangely familiar but Skeet couldn’t seem to place where he knew her from.

“Hello?” Skeet asked.

“Oh hi, Skeet!  I hope I didn’t give you a start, sugar.  I was here with Brian and it got really late so he said I could just stay here.  I hope that’s not a problem,” the lady said.

“Wait… Jaque, right?” Chapin said.

“Why yes! Jaque turned to Chapin. I remember you were in the coffee shop with Brian and Skeet, but I don’t think I ever caught your name.”

“I’m Chapin,” she said with a smile.

Skeet suddenly realized that the woman had been their waitress in the coffee shop across the street from the Metro.  She had seemed nice enough and Skeet trusted Brian.  If he trusted her to be here, then Skeet did too.

“Well why don’t you girls have some coffee and I’ll get started on some breakfast,” Skeet suggested as he pulled out a chair for Chapin and kissed her on the forehead.

“Now why don’t you let me help, sugar?” Jaque said.  She glanced at Chapin with a smile.  “You know you can’t trust a man in the kitchen.

“I think you’d be surprised,” boomed Brian’s voice as he entered the room.  “Skeet seems quite at home in the kitchen.”

Chapin looked at Skeet with amazement.  “You’re quite the renaissance man!”  She beamed with her feelings for him.  He looked at her and smiled.

“You know, Brian was telling me about that strange thing that happened to your album, you know, with Stan playing on it and all.” Jaque said in a quite matter of fact tone that took a moment to register with both Chapin and Skeet.  “And you know I’m on the internet all the time and I bet we can just google old Stan up and you can give him a call and find out what the hec’s goin’ on.”

Skeet shot Brian a look while Chapin bit her lip.  Brian stared blankly at Skeet, not knowing what to say.  Chapin swallowed hard and decided to interject before temperatures started to rise away from all the pans that Skeet had going on the stove.  “You know,” she started.  “She’s probably right.  We could probably do a little research and find him, no problem.”  She immediately wondered if this was the right thing to say to keep tempers down and decided it probably wasn’t, but it was already out there, so she decided she better roll with it.

“Yea, Skeet.  I’m sure between us we can find him,” Brian agreed.

“But I’m not sure I want to find him.  It’s been a long time and a lot of water has passed under the bridge,” Skeet said, while violently beating eggs in a large bowl.

“Well, he obviously wants something to do with you, for better or worse.  He laid some guitar tracks down on tape and not crappy guitar either.  He obviously wasn’t trying to mess it up,” Brian commented.

“How about if we eat a little breakfast before we get too heavy into this, cool?” Skeet said.  His voiced betrayed both his stress and his irritation.  He had planned to cook a small romantic breakfast for just Chapin and himself and now he was cooking for four and talking about an issue that was truly disturbing to him.

“Sounds fair,” remarked Chapin.  “So what’s on the menu in this greasy spoon?” she asked, attempting to change the subject to something a little less stressful.

Skeet’s face brightened up as his thoughts turned to his beloved food.  “I’m trying not to go too complicated this morning, but I’m making some chocolate covered Belgian waffles topped with Crème fraîche, some maple cured bacon on the side.  For those who want eggs, I’m doing a variation on an Indian Omelet. “

Both girls suddenly sat up straight and looked at each other.

“You’re kidding, right sugar?” Jaque asked.

“No, he’s not kidding,” Brian answered.

“I was just expecting some eggs and toast,” said Chapin.

Brian looked down at her mockingly.  “Madam, Skeet doesn’t make…” he added just a bit of mock contempt to the words.  “eggs and toast.”  Brian and Skeet began to laugh as Skeet began pinching ingredients into a pan.  The kitchen suddenly filled with a wonderful scent of Middle Eastern spices.

“My God, what is that?  It smells wonderful!” Jaque asked.

“Onions, chili, garlic, ginger, turmeric, cumin, a little coriander, some mint, a dash of lime juice…”

“Ok, basically more than I want to know about,” Jaque said with a grin.

Skeet shook and rattled various pots and pans and then grabbed some plates and began to lay them out on the counter.

“Can I help with anything?” Chapin asked.

“I learned a long time ago just to stay out of his way.  Every once and a while he lets me cut up something, but usually I have to stay out of the entire area,” Brian laughed.

Skeet emerged from the kitchen with a plate stacked with waffles, and a pot of what appeared to be melted chocolate.  After setting it on the table, he raced back in the kitchen and brought a plate of bacon.  He then grabbed individual plates, placed an omelet on each one and carefully placed it in front of each person.

The girls sat speechless.  Skeet sat down and looked around the table.  “Well, dig in!” he said and Brian started reaching for the waffles.  The girls followed Brian’s lead and a chorus of “Ummms”, “Yums” and “Oh God” that sometimes bordered on orgasmic.

“You guys are really lucky, you know.  Usually he just cooks for the poker buddies,” Brian said.  He turned to Skeet.  “You know Shawn is gonna be pissed!  He loves your Indian Omelet,” Brian said.

“Well, might I suggest that we do this again tomorrow and invite him!?” announced Chapin to a chorus of laughs.

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Last Edit: 10 Nov 2009 @ 07:41 PM

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