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Deja Vu by Ann Douglas (mf) 2/10
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Subject: AnnD: REPOST: Deja Vu - (02/10) - mf
Date: Thu Jul 6 05:13:10 1995
Hi ...... As always, comments are both appreciated and
encouraged. Tell me what you liked about the story and what
you disliked. Don't just say , "nice story" or "it stunk" I
only ask that you reply by e-mail instead of postings, that
way I'm sure to get your reaction. Any and all email will
always be answered.
Thanks,
Ann Douglas.
-DEJA VU-
Part Two
by Ann Douglas
(AnnD@NYCPipeline.Com)
"Well that's a little piece of the family skeleton." Jack
replied, the humor in his voice showing that he had no problem
dismissing the long ago scandal as anything but ancient
history. "Grandma got divorced after being married about five
years. It was such a messy divorced that she had both her
son's names legally changed to Marziatto."
"And your grandfather was?" Connie asked, a look of
anticipation on her face.
"Johnny Coravelli." He replied. "Why, did you know him too?"
Connie's face now went pale as all the blood seemed to drain
from it. She felt dizzy for a second and had to take a moment
to compose herself.
"Grandmother!" Jenny called out as she saw her stagger for a
moment.
"I'm OK," She lied. "Just felt dizzy for a moment. Getting
old can be a real bitch at times." She added with a laugh.
"I'm sorry, Jack." She said as she took a deep breath and
regained control of herself. "You were saying?"
"His name was Johnny Coravelli." He
repeated. "In fact I was named for him. My dad didn't share
grandma's aversion to his memory. Did you know him?"
"I'm sorry, but the name doesn't ring a bell." The older woman
said. "It was a very long time ago after all."
"I guess so." Jack said. "I'm sure if you'd known him you'd
remember. He was a musician. My dad told me he was quite a
character. Always getting into some kind of trouble or
another. I met him a few times a couple of years ago. That
really set off grandma. I can still hear her going on about
what a good for nothing he was. Then, when he got me a
tattoo for my 16th birthday, she really went through the
roof."
"He got you a tattoo?" Jenny gasped.
"Just a little one." Jack said as he pushed up the left
sleeve of his shirt, revealing a small blue shark on his upper
biceps. "He had one just like it."
"He must've been quiet a character indeed." Connie remarked as
she stared at the tattoo, trying to sound dispassionate.
"That he was. It's a pity he passed away last year. He was
only 57. The doctor said it was too many years of abusing his
body with one thing or another."
"Well its good to see that you don't take after him in that
respect." Connie noted, taking another long good look at the
young man.
"No, I try to take care of myself." He answered. "But
that's way too much about me." Jack concluded as he turned to
Jenny. "What about you, what have you been doing?"
Connie didn't seem to hear as Jenny told Jack all about her
impending trip to Europe and how she would be going away to
college in the fall. The older woman's attention was riveted
on the muscular young man. She seemed to be studying every
feature of his face, something she hadn't done in a long long
time.
"I guess I've kept you much too long." Jack finally said.
With that, Connie finally snapped back to her surroundings.
"You must have a lot of things to do before your trip and
I've got to get back to handing these things out." He
concluded as he indicated the pile of flyers in his hand.
Connie took one of the flyers and glanced at it. It was an
advertisement for a small group of college boys, calling
themselves, Jocks Inc., who hired themselves out to do odd
jobs over the summer. She recognized the masthead, she had
hired two of them last year to paint the guest house. It was a
good way for them to raise money for school.
With a smile and a wave, Jenny said good- bye.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Soon they reached the parking lot where they had left
Connie's car. After storing the bags in the trunk, Connie
slid behind the wheel. No sooner had they pulled out into
traffic when Connie turned to her granddaughter.
"A really nice young man." She remarked. "Very good looking
too. Are you sure all you did was tutor him?"
"Well...we did go out a few times." Jenny admitted. "But
nothing really came of it."
"Did you sleep with him?" Connie asked nonchalantly.
"Grandmother!" Jenny shot back in a mixture of mock anger and
surprise.
It wasn't that Connie had asked if she had sexual relations
that surprised Jenny. It was that she had asked about if she
had done it with someone specific. Something she had never
done before.
After all, it had been Connie that she had come to last year
when she had decided that she was old enough to make that
decision on her own. Knowing that Barbara's attitude on the
subject was, "Well if she's going to do it, what can I do
about it",Connie again took her mother's place.
She'd sat Jenny down and explained to her the pro and cons
of being sexually active. Of how she thought she had all the
answers when she was Jenny's age, when in reality she had been
very ignorant. It didn't take a mathematical genius to
figure out that Jenny's father had been born six months after
the wedding. That all said, she had made an appointment for
her at one of the best Gynecologists in town and had the
doctor help her choose the best form of birth control for her.
"Oh Jack and I made out all right." She finally replied,
enjoying the ease she could talk to her grandmother about
anything. "But in the end we decided that sleeping together
wouldn't be the right thing to do. I'm really not looking for
just a good fuck, I want there to be something more between
us. Jack was enough of a friend to understand that. I mean,
I'm sure the sex would've been great. But I want to be able
to have something else afterwards. Jack's the complete
opposite. He just wants to have a little fun, and not have
to worry too much about tomorrow. Once we got that worked
out, we became great friends."
"I see." Was Connie's only reply.
Ann Douglas
Ann Douglas
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