Different Circles

On another occasion, the Coos Bay police were called to a local pizza restaurant after Matt and the shift manager got into a verbal altercation regarding the accidental placement of pineapple on one of the pizzas the group had ordered to take home with them. In this case, the manager (he was twenty-three years old and a perpetual stoner) was not so wise and, instead of simply apologizing and quickly making a pineapple-less pizza to replace the wrong order, accused Matt of being an idiot for not knowing that pineapple was standard on the Luau pizza. When Matt, reaching his limit at that point, said that he did know that and had specifically told the person taking the phone order not to put the pineapple on, the manager accused him of lying since the order-taker (an eighteen-year-old who was also a perpetual stoner) claimed that he had received no such instruction. Fortunately, the Coos Bay cops did not have a lot to do in their small town and showed up quickly, getting there just before Matt started his ritual of laying on of hands to both the shift manager and the order taker. In the end, they accepted a full refund for all of the pizza, made a vow they would never patronize the establishment again, and went to a bar and ate bar food for their dinner instead.

Jake suspected that there would be more incidents such as this as long as Matt was a temporary resident of southwest Oregon. They would just have to deal with them on a case-by-case basis as they came up and hopefully nothing that led to actual handcuffs on wrists would transpire. He was absolutely amazed, however, with how well things were going inside the studio. It was almost like there had been no bitter break-up of Intemperance, no accusations of murder, no acrimonious hatred.

It was almost like he and Matt were meant to work together. They did not socialize with each other, and they still danced on eggshells around each other to some degree. But Project Tisdale seemed to be moving right along.

November 25^th, Laura’s due date, came and went without incident. She remained pregnant and not in labor. The mucous plug sealing her cervix and protecting little Cadence (who did not feel so little to Laura) remained firmly in place and intact. Laura and Jake spent the day in the studio, Laura working on some of her saxophone tracks (she was able to rest her horn on her bulging stomach by this point), Jake working primarily with Matt and the boys as they laid down some of Corban’s rhythm tracks.

November 27^th was Thanksgiving. Everyone had the day off, as well as the following Friday and the weekend beyond it. Jake made a twenty-six-pound turkey for the occasion and everyone else who could cook contributed the side dishes. After the kitchen and the house was fully cleaned, everyone settled in to relax and do what they liked to do at night. Jake and Laura were sitting on the couch as the evening came to a close. Jake was strumming his guitar—the same melody (now modified and a bit more complex) that he had been playing on the day that Cadence got her name. It still had the same effect on her. She would kick in time with the cadence of the tune, as predictably as the tide. This never failed to delight both of her parents and anyone else who witnessed the phenomenon.

Celia was witnessing it with them on this night, not for the first time. She had her hand on Laura’s belly while Jake strummed and laughed in delight every time she felt the kick on the fourth note of the melody. Laura seemed to be in a particularly good mood on this night.

“You know,” she whispered to Jake and Celia during a break in the playing, “I think this might be a good night for C to ‘accidentally’ stumble her way into our room.”

“Oh yeah?” Celia said, immediately interested. It had been almost two weeks since the last time the three of them had gotten together. Laura just was not in the mood much these days. Understandable, since she had a nearly fully grown alien being in her belly that was getting ready to emerge.

“Yeah,” she said with a nod. “I really want someone to eat my pussy out. It doesn’t matter which one of you does it.”

“We can take turns,” Celia suggested. She was not really all that anxious to get her mouth on Laura’s vagina—though she would not hesitate to do so—but was anxious to feel Jake’s manhood thrusting inside of her and Laura’s tongue licking his spend out of her.

But Jake saw right through her. “Are you really in the mood for love?” he asked her. “Or are you trying to induce labor by having an orgasm or two?”

She smiled sweetly. “Does it matter?” she asked. “Either way, I get an orgasm or two, and the two of you get to fuck. Isn’t that a win-win kind of situation?”

They had to admit that she was right.