Chatper 75: Mohegn Sun - Shopping

I love casinos. Always have. The fact that a random sequence of events could change your life is quite a pull – and probably why they do so well. Not to mention the flashy lights and happy sounds of all the machines. Today I especially love Mohegan Sun. I’m meeting Lucy for the day, then hitting the show tonight, and spending the night with David. Lucy already let me know that she, Richie, and Jon are headed to Chicago for the Soul game, and Sam is heading home. Teek and Hugh will be doing their thing on Sunday, and everyone has to be in Toronto Monday. So, David is coming home with me. At least that’s the plan.

About 9am, I surrendered my car to the hotel valet and I went in to get my key-card. The woman behind the desk looked at me funny when I asked for the envelope left for me, but she found it, and I went up to David’s room.

“Honey, I’m home!” I called out to an empty suite. What the hell? Shrugging I went into the bedroom to put my stuff away, and I found David fast asleep in bed. Poor baby. He must be exhausted after the show last night. I quietly shucked my clothes, crawled into bed, and snuggled up next to David; my back to his front. The early day and long drive in torrential rain and gale-force winds took its toll on me. I grabbed his arm, pulled it across my body, and fell asleep.

* * * * *

David woke a short time later and smiled at the warm form next to him. When he opened his eyes and saw the little dragonfly tattoo, his heart soared. She was here! He couldn’t believe he slept through her arrival, but he had been dog tired. Now, however, he was wide awake – some parts more than others. He nuzzled Hath’s neck, and was rewarded with a soft purr.

“Hey there, sexy Momma,” David whispered into her ear.

A sexy, sleepy, rumbly voice answered, “Hey there yourself, sweet Papa. I made it.”

David chuckled. “Just barely,” he said. “You should have woken me.”

“You were so cute, I didn’t have the heart. Besides,” she said, nuzzling his erection with her ass, “If cuddling up to you didn’t do it, you must have been exhausted.”

“I was,” David confirmed, and kissed her neck again. “I’m not now, though,” he said.

Hath shifted around until they were laying in each others arms, facing each other. She traced his face with her fingers. “I’m wide awake, too,” she said, then smiled evilly. “I should call Lucy so we can go shopping.”

“Oh no you don’t,” David said, and captured her mouth in a deep, loving kiss that left her breathless. While their mouths were fused, their hands started roaming. David played his over the gentle swell of Hath’s abdomen and into the thatch of curls beneath. Hath grazed her fingernails down David’s chest, and settled her hand around his now straining cock. Within minutes, each was ready for the other, and Hath hooked a leg around David’s and rolled him on top of her.

He slid home with a moan, and was pleased when Hath’s own sigh answered his. He stroked slowly in and out of her, trying to make the pleasure last, but all too soon, they were cresting together, completely lost in each other.

“Soon we can do this all the time,” David said.

“Well, when you’re home,” Hath answered.

David kissed her. “We have August off; that’ll be our time. We can go away somewhere; wherever you want.”

Hath just laughed. “Baby, I’m going to be nearly 8 months’ pregnant. I can’t safely travel; especially with twins on board. Hell,” she said, kissing his chin. “These children of ours may decide to make their appearance in August.”

David chuckled. “Good point,” he said. “Guess we’ll have to turn off the phones, lock the doors, and have our own little vacation-at-home.” He said, punctuating each phrase with a kiss.

Hath sighed. “I guess so,” she said, trying for disappointed but her smile gave her away.
David laughed, and rolled out of bed. “C’mon, let’s get cleaned up and have some lunch.”

“Then I’m calling Lucy,” Hath answered.

“Yes, dear.” Laughing, he swooped Hath up and carried her into the bathroom.

* * * * *

When David called down for lunch, I went to call Lucy.

“I’m here!” I said when Lucy answered.

“Well I should hope so! Weren’t you leaving at sunup this morning?”

“No,” I said blushing. “I left at 7. I had a nap when I got here.”

“Uh-huh,” Lucy said, “Nap, right.”

“Shut up,” I said laughing. “David’s ordering lunch, then we can go shopping.”

“wooHOO!” she shouted. My sentiments exactly. “What’s for lunch?”

“I dunno,” I said. “BABY! LUCY WANTS TO KNOW WHAT’S FOR LUNCH!” I shouted to David in the other room, making Lucy crack up.

“BURGERS!” David shouted back. “SHE WANT?”

Lucy heard him. “Since Prince Charming is STLL sleeping,” she said looking down at Richie, who hadn’t so much as twitched when she shouted. “Yeah, I’ll be right down. You guys decent?”

“No,” I said, “but we’re dressed.”

Sam wasn’t coming with us. She was tired, and wanted to spend the day resting not traipsing around the shops. We’d pick up Sam before the show and go together, but for now, Lucy and I were on our own. We hit the lobby, in awe at the sheer number of people milling about.

We saw hundreds of people dressed like hippies, each wearing peace-sign necklaces. We stopped one woman who was 60 if she was a day, rail thin, and wearing a micro-mini fringed skirt, Birkenstocks, and a nearly sheer top. The outfit was not very age appropriate if you ask me, but hell, she had the body and confidence to pull it off, so who am I to judge? “Excuse me,” I asked her. “Why are there so many people wearing peace signs?” I didn’t want to ask her about hippy clothes in case she wasn’t one of them, and this was just her normal daywear.

But, she was one of them.

“Dearie, the Mohegan Council is having a celebration with a 70’s theme. So, here we are!” She made a pirouette. “How do I look?”

Lucy and I looked at each other. “Fan-frickin-tastic,” we said together, making the woman smile. When she left, we burst out laughing.

We linked arms and set out for the shops. We hit Lalo first, a quirky little shop with lots of hand made items. I saw a bag in the window that was beautiful, and swept it up. “Lucy, look at this!” I said. It was fabric, woven with a cat motif, and had short handles so it would sit up under my armpit. It was adorable, and I loved it immediately. The shop keeper told me that the bag was designed by a woman who had died late last year, and once her bags were gone, they were gone.

“You have to get it now,” Lucy said. “It’s a collector’s item!”

“Done,” I said, and we looked around some more. There was beautiful hand-made jewelry and funny signs, but nothing else I wanted, and nothing that caught Lucy’s eye. She had her heart set on the Coach store, so we went there next. She got a gorgeous chocolate-leather bag – I swear it’s the same color as her man’s eyes – and a matching wallet and sunglass case. After that, every store we went into, we bought something. We were laden with bags by the time we hit Tiffany’s.

Now, don’t roll your eyes at me. We had no intention of buying anything here, we just wanted to look. Baubles and trinkets were what made a girl’s eyes go wide. We tried on rings, though nothing compared to our engagement rings, bracelets and cuffs, and necklaces that would have fed a family of six for a month. We kept coming back to our favorite pieces, and trying them on. My favorite was an inch-wide choker of white gold, studded with diamonds. It cost a small fortune, and I would never buy it in a million years, but it was just gorgeous. Lucy adored a pendant that hung exactly the right height to nestle in her cleavage. We look good in ice.

“You should totally get that,” Lucy said. “David’ll flip.”

I laughed. “Yeah, as soon as you surprise Richie by buying that,” I said, nodding to her.

We looked at each other. “Naaaah,” we said together, cracking up. We were trying to be discreet, but sometimes it’s hard to remember to do. No matter. The only one paying any attention to us was the sales lady, and she looked like she was just making sure we didn’t steal anything. We were NOT dressed to impress.

After surrendering the jewelry to the Tiffany’s saleswoman, who was now looking at is strangely instead of looking at us like we were pickpockets, we thanked her for her help, apologized for not making any purchases, and left.

As we were having a late snack at Ben & Jerry’s, my cell rang. Yeah, I’m a bad influence on my dieting friend, but the LJs wanted mint-chocolate-chip ice cream. It was David. The ringtone was still “Having my Baby” and Lucy laughed at me.

“What’s up, baby?” I asked, smiling.

“Just seeing if you bought out the place yet,” he said.

“Nearly,” I laughed. “We bought something in every store we went into, and we hit them all.”

“All?”

“Yep, even Tiffany’s.”

David was quiet. “What the heck did you buy there?”

“Nothing,” I laughed, “though we did try on lots of stuff.”

“Didja get me any presents?”

I smiled. “Sure did, got you a shirt to wear tonight. It’s funky without hurting the eyeballs, and it’s white, so it’ll go with whatever else you’re wearing. I had it sent back; you should get it soon.” I paused, thinking of the outfit I had purchased at Caché. “The rest,” I said, “you have to wait until the show to see.”

“You mean after the show, right?” he said, his voice dropping, and making me shiver.

I chuckled. “Nope, you’ll see before. Now, what are you boys up to?”

They were on the way to sound check. I told David we’d get ready and meet Sam in her room for dinner, then we’d be down. We’d miss sound check, but we’d be there in time for Daughtry. We all had followed American Idol and loved Chris Daughtry from the beginning, and were very excited to see him.

“Alright,” David said. “See you later. Love you.”

“Yeah, you will,” I said seductively. “Love you more.”

By this time, Lucy was making gagging faces at me and I stuck my tongue out at her. When we finished our snack, we went up to our rooms to get showered and changed. When I was ready, I called Sam’s room. “Ya ready for me?” I asked her.

“I don’t know,” Sam said, laughing. “What are you wearing?”

“Did Lucy squeal?”

Sam laughed harder. “No, but I know you.”

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” I said. “Be right up.”