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Reece's Star by TJ Vertigo



Mrs. Ashford was coming up the street as Reece was leaving for the gym. Reece waved and held the door open, bowing gallantly as the older woman passed. "Happy New Year’s Eve." She said with a smile.

"Oh, you too dear. You're so charming when you want to be, Theresa," Mrs. Ashford gushed delightedly, then both eyes widened upon falling on the grinning woman's lips.

"Thank you kindly, ma'am." Noticing that Marsha's gaze had fallen on her very bruised lips, Reece bowed her head and tipped an imaginary hat with a shy grin.

"Maybe one of these days you can remind Quinn how to be a gentleman," Marsha smiled and kissed the grinning Reece on the cheek.

"Aw, Mrs. A," Reece teased.

"Well, you're certainly in a good mood!" she laughed, then raised an eyebrow at the obvious signs of her daughter's ardor peppering Reece's neck.

"Yep," Reece winked.

"So I take it you found my gift?" Faith's mother whispered conspiratorially.

"Gift? You mean there was more? I really liked the shirt, by the way. Thanks," Reece smiled genuinely, unzipping her coat to show off her gift.

"I'm glad you like it. It's that newfangled workout material. Faith tells me you are prone to sweating, this wicks it away," she pointed at the shirt and then winked. "Oh, you bet there was more, just not something I thought should be opened in mixed company," the older woman leaned over, "if you know what I mean," she added as she gestured towards her husband who just turned the corner.

Reece's smile sat there, but her demeanor must have visibly changed because Marsha rubbed her back and whispered. "He means well, dear, please give him a chance."

"For you, Mrs. A, I'll try," she grinned halfheartedly and sprinted down the street, wondering what exactly Faith's mother bought them that was so secretive. Deciding that her lover would tell her if it was important, she continued her run to the gym.

"Oh, Dad, you didn't have to get so much food!" Faith was emptying bags from Zabar's.

"Well, honey, they're world famous for their bagels and lox, let's test that theory, shall we?" Quinn joked.

"You must be starved, Faith," Marsha winked at her daughter.

"What makes you say that?" Faith asked innocently while her face turned red.

"Theresa was in a very good mood this morning."

"Mother!" Faith hissed. "Must you always be thinking about my sex life?"

"I said nothing of the sort. You just pretty much confessed to that yourself," Marsha harrumphed and sat down to eat.

Faith's ears burned brightly as she watched her mother smear cream cheese on half of a bagel. She snagged a Raisin bagel and began to cut it.

"I'd break off small pieces, Faith honey, unless you want to open up that bite mark on your lip," the older woman stated around a mouthful.

Quinn had the good sense to blush. His daughter's sex life was none of his business. However, he was a wee bit concerned about that bite mark.

Noticing her Father staring at her mouth, Faith dropped her bagel and glared between her parents.

"Quinn dear, pay it no mind, you should have seen Theresa," Marsha wagged a chastising finger at her daughter.

"Okay, would you like details, Mother, because I'd be glad to give you a play by play," Faith pursed her lips and tapped her fingers in irritation.

"Faith, don't be fresh to your mother," Marsha continued to wag her finger. "If you weren't wearing all your hickeys like medals, no one would give you a second look."

"Marsha, please, I'm trying to eat," Quinn mumbled, his body language showing his acute embarrassment from the conversation.

"Well, if you can even remember what it was like to give a hickey, dear, it wouldn't mortify you so," Marsha replied with a hint of frustration.

Faith winced, "Oh, yuck."

"What?!" he argued.

"You know what I'm saying. If you had half the drive that Theresa does..."

"Oh, god no, Mother!" She didn't just go there...

"You're jealous of your daughter's... nookie frequency?" he asked incredulously, sitting up straight in his chair, ready to defend his manhood.

Dear god, this isn't happening...Faith put her fingers in her ears and hummed loudly.

"Don't you find me attractive anymore? I can't remember the last time you touched me."

"Marsha, of course I find you attractive, don't be ridiculous."


"Then why don't you ever want to... you know..?

"It's not like I don't want to, exactly..." Quinn tried to explain.

"DADA DADA DADA DA..." Faith began singing "The Chicken Dance".

"Then what is it, exactly?" Marsha put down her bagel and folded her arms.

"Well, maybe if you dressed more like your daughter, I could behave more like her girlfriend," Quinn fought back.

Marsha wanted to be shocked but her daughter's dancing and wing flapping were terribly distracting. Quinn was staring at Faith in much the same way his wife was.


"Now look at what you've done. Your daughter's gone insane," Marsha pursed her lips at her husband.

"I drove her insane? Madness runs on your side, Marsha, or did you forget your crazy Aunt Gertrude?"

"She liked pin cushions, Quinn. It's a harmless hobby."



Opening her eyes, Faith saw her parents staring slack-jawed in shock at her. Faith groaned pathetically. Now she was the one mortified. "Um... I'm going to take this up to my room, if you don't mind." Not waiting for an answer, Faith grabbed her breakfast and ran as fast as she could up the stairs and shut the door.

"That's your side, Marsha, I'm telling you," Quinn shook his head sadly.

"Nonsense. She's not insane, it's endorphins."



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