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Date Posted: Saturday, January 08, 11:38:05pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 114+" on Friday, January 07, 08:30:18pm
Nikita looked out the kitchen window and the work that Adam had been doing for hours now. He had cleaned everything out of the shed, organized it, power washed the outside and then did some sort of painting or treatment on the inside of the shed. He was now starting to paint the outside of the shed, all without taking a break other than for some water, which he had easily gone through two gallons since it was an unseasonably warm fall day.
“He is fine, Kita,” Michael spoke as he entered the kitchen. She stirred at the lemonade and finally found the strength to say what she had been thinking. “We all should be punished for our behavior yesterday, Michael.”
“What?” Michael questioned and Nikita turned to look at him. “I manipulated him to get him to tell you that he failed… you knew for days that he had failed… we were all wrong.”
Michael shook his head as he placed his hands on Nikita’s shoulders. “Parents don’t have to play by the same rules, Nikita. He is getting to that age where he is going to start being a handful and I can’t allow him to do that to you. So you can manipulate him if he responds.”
Nikita jerked away and tilted her head. “I’m not his parent.”
“You are an adult in this house… you are sort of his parent too,” Michael shrugged his shoulders as he looked out at the shed. “And he is doing more than I assigned him to do on his own. He feels guilty for a lot. Let him work that out.”
“You took his computer, his video game, his iPod, his iHome… his room is practically empty,” Nikita shook her head from side to side. “It’s too much.”
“He decided what I took,” Michael revealed as he put the pitcher on the tray and then two glasses. “I’m not going to help him with the shed, Kita. But I won’t stop you.”
“I was going to do it without your permission,” Nikita declared and Michael smiled. “I learned a long time ago that you are too independent… I know and I don’t think it is necessary.”
Nikita took the tray and Michael stepped so she stopped. “But I love that you are willing to go help my son with his punishment.”
“And you are going to give his iPod and his iHome back,” Nikita directed as she turned and opened the back door with her body. She turned and smiled at Adam as he looked over at her. “Come have something more refreshing than that warm water.”
“Thanks,” Adam wiped his hands off on some rags as he took the glass that Nikita poured. She walked out into the yard and looked at the boxes. “You labeled the tools?”
“Yeah,” Adam nodded his head up and down. “They can go back in the shed… it’s dry in there now… the warm weather is helping.”
Nikita looked at Adam as he looked tired for the moment. He had a slight glow from all the work in the warm sun and Nikita turned and placed her own glass down on the brick retaining wall. “Which side?”
Adam shook his head and then jumped as Nikita picked up the first bin. “What are you doing? That’s too heavy. I’ll move it.”
“Adam,” Nikita placed the bin down and tilted her whole body to look at him. “You do know who I am, right?”
“And there is no reason for you to carry that in the shed!”
Nikita smirked and shrugged her shoulders. “I didn’t help the situation yesterday. So let me help out a bit.”
“My father won’t like that,” Adam shook his head from side to side. Nikita shrugged her shoulders. “He isn’t my father.”
Adam stepped forward and pressed his foot on the bin. “This one is too heavy… those other bins can go on the back wall.”
Nikita moved her body to the other side to stare at Adam. “Seriously? This one is too heavy for me?”
With a smooth move, Nikita picked the bin up, even with Adam standing on it and moved it easily into the shed, moving it to the right hand side closer to the door. She dusted her hands off when she ducked to come back out of the shed. “Did I tell you that I used to bench press your father?”
“Bench press?”
“Yeah,” Nikita nodded her head up and down while she moved to the stack of bins that had to move. Nikita smiled as she looked at Adam. “You know… lie on my back and push him up in the air over my head.”
“How? Why?” Adam stammered as he looked at Nikita and didn’t notice that she had picked up two of the bins. Nikita laughed and walked. “Well, the first time, it was after six months of early morning training… those were usually for 5 am so wake up was at 4… I challenged him saying that if I could bench press him over my head five times that I would get one extra hour sleep.”
“He let you bet?” Adam asked after he swallowed more of his lemonade. Nikita walked into the shed and placed the bins down while thinking back. She leaned against the door and nodded her head up and down. “Yeah… Only he said that if I did that he would let me sleep in until 7 am.”
“And you did that? Five times?” Adam asked and Nikita winked. “Of course. I did it the sixth time to show off.”
“He must have been upset,” Adam whispered and Nikita laughed. “I think he was proud.”
“Really?” Adam questioned. Nikita looked to the paint and then back to Adam. “I can continue to tell you about this while I move bins and you start painting. And once I’m done… if you have another roller, I can help finish this up. It’s hot out here today.”
“Ok,” Adam jerked his head up and down while he put his empty glass over by Nikita’s and pulled out the second roller. Nikita had practically filled the entire shed and Adam handed her the roller. “So… this bench pressing my father… a onetime thing?”
“No,” Nikita chuckled as she waited for Adam to pour the paint. “We had to do it once on a mission… You probably didn’t hear about that mission because it was a boring mission. I don’t often remember the ones that didn’t hurt… or the ones when we were positioned as decoys… But I once had to do that stunt for a mission and Madeline was not happy at all.”
“From what my dad has told me about Madeline, I’d think she would like it,” Adam spoke as he started to roll the side of the shed. Nikita dipped her roller into the paint while shaking her head. “I stared to do it a bit more because she didn’t like it.”
“What did she do?”
“I remember her clearly saying in her perfect tone one day, ‘One of the reasons operatives like you are good to be a sexual desire is because of lean muscles. Think of what will happen if you bulk up too much.’ I think it was funny,” Nikita started to roll the paint onto the shed along side of Adam. It wouldn’t take long if it only needed one coat. Two coats wouldn’t be bad since it was so warm.
“What about Walter?”
“I’ve never bench pressed him,” Nikita deadpanned and Adam groaned. “I didn’t mean that… I meant what did he think?”
Nikita paused and looked towards to Adam. “I don’t think he ever saw me do that.”
“Really?”
“I’m sure that he heard about it. He would have been in on the betting if he had seen it,” Nikita stated as she got more paint on her roller. “He was always a hoot when we got assigned out on a mission. It didn’t happen often… but often when they needed someone portraying a sugar daddy…”
“You went out on missions with Walter?” Adam asked and Nikita nodded her head. She got to tell Adam about some of those missions while they worked for a couple solid hours. It was good honest work and Nikita knew that Adam had more than made up for his school crimes in Nikita’s book.
“What are you going to do about the grade?” Nikita asked Adam as she placed her roller and looked at the completed shed, with two coats of light green paint on it. Adam shrugged his shoulders and then turned to look at Nikita. “One test looks bad. But in light of my absolutely perfect grade until that point, I can weather that hit on my grade.”
“But?” Nikita asked and Adam sighed. “I’m going to ask for an extra project to make up for my lack of respect of my teacher.”
“Now that sounds like my son,” Michael’s voice sounded out from behind them. Nikita turned and wiped the sweat from her face as Michael stood there. He looked at the shed and nodded his head. “I under estimated what you were going to do today. When you go up to get a shower, you’ll notice that everything has been returned to your room.”
“But I don’t get them back for a week…”
“I can take them back,” Michael pointed out and Adam shook his head. “Dad… I’m so sorry…”
“You’ve completed your punishment so it’s ok, Adam,” Michael reached out and hugged his son before pushing him away. “Yuck… go take a shower… Walter is coming over and you can’t be this stinky around him.”
“I mean it… I’ll do another project for the grade…” Adam started towards the house. Michael shouted out for Adam to take the shower again, but it was clear that Adam was going to do just that.
Turning his attention to Nikita, he handed her a cool bottle of water. “The lemonade was gone a while ago.”
“Thanks,” Nikita rasped after taking several large gulps. She turned and leaned back against Michael with a slight moan. “I forgot how good it feels to do things like this…”
“I have a bath in the master ready for you. You should soak some…” Michael whispered as he rubbed her arms. Nikita turned and Michael chuckled. “You have paint on your nose. You might want to get that off too.”
Nikita looked at Michael and stopped thinking while he kissed her. It was a bit deeper than she expected and Nikita was stunned while she pulled away. “Michael…”
“Take the bath, Kita. Relax. Soak… It’s warm, but not too warm. Lots of bubbles… lots of fluffy towels… and that book you started to read a week ago…” Michael directed Nikita towards the house. Nikita turned and shook her head. “I should clean up those rollers…”
“Go clean your body, Kita. I got this,” Michael waved his hand towards Nikita as he squatted down to the paint pan and the rollers. Nikita couldn’t be told too many times about this bath.
It sounded perfect.
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