On Saturday morning, Mom, Dad, and Craig packed up into Dad's car and they headed back to Tennessee. Brent was sad to see them go, Andrea was sorry as well. She'd had a great time with Brent's family. She was still unsure about Brent's mom, felt every time she looked at Andrea she knew something was going on but never said anything about it. Perhaps next time they met she and Brent would be engaged. It would still be months before she started to show. When everyone was gone and the house was empty, Brent held Andrea in his arms.
"I'm thrilled we're finally alone." He growled in her ear and then bit her neck gently. She giggled and felt goosebumps pop up all over her body. He sucked and bit at her neck and shoulder until she slumped against him then he picked her up and carried her to the bed where he lay her down and then crawled on top of her. "I want to fuck you baby and I want to be goddamn LOUD about it!" He hollered to the ceiling. Andrea laughed and pulled him down to her ...
Monday morning Andrea called the lawyer she had used when she bought the house and he referred her to a friend of his who specialized in criminal law. She knew the time was coming soon for Brent to go to court. She wanted him to have the best lawyer they could afford. She wanted to see whoever was involved in trying to hurt him would be punished to the full extent of what they deserved. Brent finally got his cast off and after a few visits to an orthopaedic specialist, was released. They met with the lawyer in his office in downtown Chicago. This was going to be an expensive ordeal. Andrea ducked when the lawyer told her how much he would charge but Brent didn't even flinch. He didn't care, he just wanted to see justice served. The two went home and while Andrea did laundry, Brent made phone calls. He arranged to fly out to his home in the east and pick up his car. He couldn't go another day without wheels. They both felt at odds about the impending court battle and neither one of them cared to speak about it so they conveniently avoided each other. Brent went out for a walk to the little store a few blocks away to check out the magazines and Andrea read her book. The phone rang, it was Craig looking for Brent. Andrea told him that he was out and he asked Andrea to have Brent call him back. She said she would and went back to reading. Brent came home almost an hour later. He had his jacket zipped up tight, his cheeks were pink from the cold and his hair was hanging down around his ears and neck instead of pulled back like he had been wearing it since it got longer. Andrea looked up from her book and watched him slip out of his coat. He had on a bulky red sweater and blue jeans. His blue eyes stood out against his pink face as he caught her stare and looked back at her. He smiled. She could feel the chilled air waft over towards her.

"What are you staring at?" He asked sliding his feet out of his boots and coming towards her. She sat up on the couch and pulled her feet in.

"A sexy man who has just entered my house." He sat down on the couch by her feet and put his cold hands on her legs. She kicked at him. "One who has just put his damned icicles on me. Damn you Brent!" She rubbed her legs. He grinned and made to grab her again. "Don't you even fucking dare!" She pointed a menacing finger at him. His eyes sparkled with delight. He grinned and his nostrils flared.

"You gonna stop me little girl?" He taunted. He held up his hands in front of himself towards her. "You and what army, huh?" He came towards her and she put both her feet on his chest to stop him. He sat there pressing his chest against her and reaching for her. She swatted at him. "Hey, exactly how much can you leg press Annie?" She pushed him again. He didn't budge. He pushed forward squashing her legs and grinned. He reached underneath her and slid his cold hands up her shorts and into her panties. She was warm and soft. "Ahhhhh ..." He said. She yelped and clenched her butt cheeks. She took her feet off his chest and slip them up onto his shoulders. Again, he grinned and flared his nostrils. "That is more like it. A scarf made out of your hot thighs! You're spoiling me Annie!" He pulled out his hands and grabbed her shins and bit her thighs. She squirmed. He stopped biting and licked them slowly and sensuously. He moved downward and Annie laid her head back on the couch. He pulled the leg of her shorts aside and let his tongue slide up into her panties.

"ohh, that is nice." She said breathing a little heavier. After a moment or two of struggling with the shorts he yanked them down and threw them out of his way. Annie giggled. He, once again, buried his face between her thighs pressing them against his cheeks with his hands. Her thighs were very warm and bringing his cold skin back to life. He licked her slowly at first and as he felt her excitement grow, his licking became more intense. He brought her to climax and then pulled off his jeans in a hurry and entered her. She was warm, soft, and quite slippery ... he took his time and enjoyed his woman. Afterward, as they were both getting dressed again, Annie remembered that Craig had called and Brent called him back. Annie curled up once again on the couch with her book and Brent sat next to her, his arm draped casually over her shins. Craig must have asked him what he was doing because Brent's reply was: "fucking the mother of my child." He glanced over at Andrea and she gave him a disapproving look. He looked away like a bad little boy. The two men talked and then Brent's mouth dropped open and he said, "What? You did?" And then, "How'd you do that?" Andrea watched him curiously and then poked him in the ribs with her toe. When Brent glanced at her she mouthed, "what?" He looked away and Andrea poked him again, harder. He looked at her, made a mad face and then held up a finger. "Wait!" He mouthed back. Brent told Craig that whatever he told him was cool and congratulations. They talked a little bit longer and then he hung up.

"Well?" Andrea said when the phone was back on the cradle. Brent got up and walked into the kitchen pretending to look for a can of Pepsi.

"Oh, Craig and Mandie are engaged. Craig bought her a ring and asked her to marry him yesterday." He said as casually as he could. Really it had upset him. It was like Craig was trying to upstage him by asking his girl to marry him before Brett had the chance to propose to Andrea. He supposed their marriage would take place before Brent's and Andrea's as well. Well, one thing was for sure, they wouldn't be having kids before Brent and Andrea! Ha! He had that market cornered ... He cracked open the can of pop and took a swig. The bubbles in the soda made him burp and he accentuated it so it was long and loud.

"You're disgusting, you know that?" Andrea called from the other room. That made him smile. He loved being disgusting. "Well, that's excellent for him. I'm sure they both deserve to be happy!" She said as he came back into the room. Noticing that he only brought himself a drink and not one for her she frowned. He stopped and stood there with his arms out.

"What'd I do now?" He said knowing that look on her face meant he was in trouble. She crossed her arms over her chest and just looked at him. He thought a moment. "Tell me, dammit. I don't know what I did or didn't do!" She looked at the can of Pepsi in his hand. He looked at it and then held it out to her. "Oh, uh, this one is yours, I left mine in the kitchen." He handed it to her. She smiled at him and took a sip. He went back in the kitchen and grabbed another one from the fridge and opened it to. He took another big drink and let out another loud belch as he was coming back into the living room.

"You are a fucking pig, Brent. PIG!" She shouted. He smiled proudly.

"Thank you, I try!" He grabbed the remote, planted his feet on the coffee table and flipped on the TV. He didn't feel like watching but he needed something to keep his mind off his brother's engagement. He flipped through the channels slowly and thought about how he would get Andrea a ring. He was afraid of the whole thing. The ring meant wedding, wedding was marriage and marriage was SCARY. He didn't mind that she was pregnant, that didn't bother him, it was the whole being "attached" thing that spooked him. Some guys liked to be married, obviously Craig was one of them, but not Brent. It was like a bad taste in his mouth. He shifted uncomfortably on the couch and kept his finger pressing the 'up channel' button. After the second time around on the stations, Andrea dropped her book in her lap and stared at him. He didn't even notice her. His mind was whirling. Again, she nudged him with her toe. His head spun around and he looked at her wide-eyed.

"Brent, what is wrong? You aren't even looking at the TV screen." She asked quietly. He shrugged.

"I don't know, just deep in thought." She sighed.

"Well, if you want to talk about it I will listen." He nodded at her and turned to the TV again. She picked up her book but instead of reading it, tried to read him. He was thinking solemnly on something and she wished she knew what it was. It seemed to be disturbing him greatly. At the end of night as he lie in bed he thought about marrying Andrea again. He would do it he had already decided on that. He was afraid of it, but he would do what was best. Perhaps it was something you just have to get used to ... kinda like drinking beer. You don't like the taste of it the first time and then the second time it's less nasty and it keeps getting better the more you drink it. Satisfied with that he went to sleep.

Andrea took a few days off towards the end of the week and flew to Pennsylvania with Brent. He didn't pressure her to go but she was mildly curious to see his bachelor pad not to mention spend a few days driving back to Illinois with him, alone. Kelvin met them at the airport and drove them to Brent's. He lived in an apartment in a large apartment community. It felt strange to Andrea to be here. This was Brent's whole life well before he met her. Would she like what she saw? As they climbed the stairs to his door she felt a fleeting moment of alarm and briefly wished she hadn't come. He turned the key and before he opened the door he nervously turned to her.

"Annie," He began. "Uh, it may be a little bit of a mess. Um, I like things neat but my place, well, I was never here enough and so it may be declared a war zone." She didn't care about messy, she cared about finding pairs of panties or a lost bra here and there! She looked past him at the door and then back at him.

"Well, okay." She said and motioned for the door. He shrugged and swung open the door. It looked as though a tornado blew through. There were stacks of mail covering the kitchen table, clothes lying in heaps on the floor, there was a musty, sour smell to it all. He frowned.

"Hey! Who cleaned up?!" He shouted tossing his keys down on the counter. Andrea giggled. "Dammit, I wish people would leave my shit alone." He walked into the tiny little kitchen, if you could call it that, and opened the refrigerator. The smell hit him, he stood straight up and slammed it shut. "Whoa! Something died and crawled in there! She walked around, checking out the place. The living room was empty except for a couch, love seat, TV, and stereo. The bedroom was packed with boxes, a dresser, and one double bed on a bed frame. The bed wasn't even made. There was a photo of Roberta on the bed stand next to the bed. It was the only "decoration" in the room and Andrea guessed that Brent hadn't put it there. He sauntered into the room and when he saw the picture, grabbed it and dumped it into a garbage can by the door. "Sorry." He said to Andrea. She shook her head.

"Don't be sorry, Brent." He sat down on the bed and looked at her.

"So, cool bachelor pad, eh?" She smiled at him.

"Where are all the centerfolds hanging? I don't see one!" He nodded down the hall.

"They're in the bathroom. I put them there so I can jerk off into the toilet. It's less messy that way." He said and chuckled. She made a face, smiled and then headed down the hall. There was another bedroom and it was full of equipment such as speakers and amplifiers and there was an acoustic guitar and two electric guitars all on stands. This room was organized to perfection. She went into the bathroom and flipped on the light. She found a whole shelf of female toiletries and on the floor, clothes belonging to Brett, and, unless he was into wearing women's clothing, another female. She came back into the bedroom with a small, lacy bra hanging off her finger.

"Is this yours?" She asked casually. His eyes opened wide and he got up and ran into the bathroom.

"Shit!" He said gathering up the underthings and tossing them into the garbage. He then, using his arm, swept all the stuff off the shelf into the garbage can. She watched him and giggled. When he was done he stood there looking at her with his hands on his hips. "Annie, I'm sorry. It's been so long since I've been here ..." She put her arms around him and hugged him.

"It's okay, Brent. I expected much worse. You've surprised me." He kissed the top of her head.

"I did?" He asked innocently. She squeezed him.

"You did."

They spent the rest of the day tidying up. She glanced at the stacks of mail and frowned. What to do about that? She flipped through some of the envelopes. It appeared to be fan mail.

"Brent, what do you want to do with this stuff?" She called out to him. He was going through drawers in the bedroom.

"Throw it out." He called back. She made a face and clicked her tongue.

"Aren't you even going to read it?" She asked.

"No, hell, who's got time for that? They all say the same thing anyway." She was surprised at him. He didn't read his fan mail. It made her a little angry. She went to the bedroom.

"Those people took their time and wrote you a letter, you should at least read it." He stood up, pushed his hair back out of his face and looked at her.

"I know what they say, Annie. I don't have to read it." He planted his hands on his hips.

"Oh, are you Miss Cleo now? You can read through envelopes?" She said sarcastically. He smiled at her. She couldn't possibly understand. He had spent hours in the past sifting through the fan mail. After a while it was like you were reading the same one over and over again. It was boring and he had much better things to do with his time. He swept his hand out towards the kitchen.

"Listen, sweetie, if you want to read them, go ahead. I'm just telling you that they all say the same damn thing and I have read them in the past, I just don't care to any more." She sighed and went back into the room where the envelopes were stacked. She found a plastic grocery store bag and starting putting the envelopes in the bag. She used three more before she could see the top of the table. She set the bags by the door, she planned on taking them back with her and reading them. She had to admit, she was curious as to what the fans had to say to him. They worked together for a while and then when the sun set Brent asked Andrea if she wanted to go out to dinner.

"Why don't you fix me something here, Brent?" Andrea teased. He looked quickly at the refrigerator and frowned.

"Oh, no way!" He called Kelvin and asked if he and his girlfriend would like to meet them for dinner. Kelvin said he'd made other plans but they would meet for lunch the next day and then take Andrea on a tour of the studio. Brent helped Andrea on with her coat and then slipped his on. They left the apartment and Brent pulled her down the block.

"Where the hell are we going?" She asked as they walked. He took her hand in his.

"To get my car." He said casually.

"Well, were is it?" He pointed to an alley up ahead.

"There." They walked down the alley to a locked garage. He opened it up and there, inside, was a shiny, black sports car.

"Wow," She exclaimed. "very nice." She walked around it and looked at it. He disengaged the alarm and then unlocked the doors. As they got it he explained to her that he didn't park it in the apartment parking lot for it's own safety. She understood that completely. He pulled out, stopped and locked the garage and then they drove on.

The next day they met Kelvin and a dark haired girl at a restaurant, had lunch, and then drove to the studio where they practice and record some music. Andrea was fascinated. She watched Brent as he showed her things and explained the equipment to her. She always thought he was smart but seeing him in his own environment put him into a whole new light. He was knowledgeable and confident. She wondered what it was like to watch him in action, recording music. Perhaps he would let her watch some time. After the studio tour, and Kelvin's departure with the quiet girl, Brent drove her around and showed her his old haunts. He pointed out Carl's place and explained he wasn't there now. He showed her his old 'hang.' He pointed out places they had played before they made it "big." She was enjoying her tour. They ate dinner at a pub, had a few drinks and then went back to the apartment. After a bit of sex, they squeezed together on the bed and slept.

The next morning, they packed up the car with stuff Brent wanted to bring with and before locking up the place once more, Andrea grabbed the bags of letters. Brent made a face and sighed.

"Good Lord, Annie. You are seriously going to go through that stuff?" He said disgustedly. She nodded.

"Yep. But don't worry, I'll help you write your fans back." He shook his head.

"You only think I will ... There aren't enough hours in the day!" He pulled the door closed and turned the key.

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