by The Rooster on June 13, 2010
fter dinner, Fezic wanted to watch “Harry Potter.” It was part of her nightly routine of winding down after a long day of cursing and growing.
As she plopped down on the couch and pulled the blanket up to her neck, I put in the DVD and pushed play.
Before Harry had a chance to cast his first spell, Fezic was sound asleep and snoring.
Two and half hours later as the ending credits rolled, we decided to move Fezz to her room before her Dad got home. After all, he gave us clear instructions that she was to be in bed by 10 o’clock.
Waking a bear mid-hibernation is not an easy task. It can be a very dangerous. [click to continue…]
by The Rooster on June 10, 2010
ike a gerbil freeing itself from the grips of an abnormally strong autistic child, Elizabeth slipped out of the sleeper hold and quickly swam to the stairs.
“I’m done swimming. I’m going to the Jacuzzi,” she said as she rubbed her neck in pain. She grabbed her towel from the hand railing and wrapped it around her waist as she made her way to the Jacuzzi.
Fezic followed.
Like a submarine surfacing, water poured off her body. Her bathing suit, which was originally a 2-strap, had been turned into a 1-strap when she pulled one of them over her shoulder. It was her version of a sexier, more mature look. Her suit was tan and you could see every detail of her pubescent body underneath. I wondered who helped her with the ever complex issues of puberty? Without a mother figure, who told her how to use a tampon? I sure as hell hoped it wasn’t her perverted father. [click to continue…]
by The Rooster on June 6, 2010
hat is that thing?” I asked Elizabeth as we stood in the living room watching Fezic outside.
Instead of using the ladder or stairs, Fezic preferred using her upper arm strength to pull herself out the side of the pool. Her dark and thick curly hair laid over her eyes like seaweed as she moved in slow motion. Like a swamp monster, she slowly lifted her body half way out of the water and then threw her left leg up and onto the side. She grunted as she used inertia to throw the rest of her body over the edge and rolled onto the concrete. She bounced up, ran to the side of the house, touched it and then ran back towards the pool and did another cannon ball.
She created a splash so big that it hit the side of the house. The ripple effect of waves crashed over the side of the pool.
“Come on, let’s get out there,” Elizabeth said.
“I’m scared,” I said. [click to continue…]
