Silent Prayer

Timothy Thornton

Last night, Timothy had explained and shown his mother everything he'd gathered thus far, and Christen was impressed. Simply because this plan was not some get-rich-quick scam, it was an actual business plan.

A plan that outlined his overview and objectives, detailed company description, and services. Listing of all the employment opportunities and a few proposed marketing strategies.

Detailed info on his competitors, putting together a competitive analysis, his budget and funding needs, straightforward operational guidelines, structure, and appendices.

With this plan, Christen was confident he could use it as guidance and enable him to apply for loans or approach investors.

She believed he could show it to his father once he gathered and completed all the missing information.

Christen had left her son's room that night with renewed strength to hold on to this, whatever this was, for her son. She would keep the flow of things going as smoothly as possible for Timothy.

This could be the 'thing' that turns Timothy's life around and strengthens his initiative and resolve. At least give him a purpose.

This is the furthest he had ever reached in any of his previous "plans and ideas."

While Timothy, on the other hand, was relieved, his mother had calmed down, and she seemed impressed after she took her time reviewing his proposal.

He was also nervous; he did not want to mess this up and needed to make a lasting impression on his father.

Who can he reach out to for help?

Timothy was at his desk in his bedroom as he racked his brain. His room has a small office area with a desk, chair, computer, scanner, and printer.

His so-called friends were just as useless as he was; Timothy could not trust their opinions if they were to look over his plans. Yes, he'd shown his mother his plans, but he would not bother her with that; she was doing enough right now.

Besides, in her frame of mind, he may also not trust what she says.

Timothy was just thankful his mother had decided against blowing up their family right now. To him, that was enough. He could handle the rest and show her it was not in vain.

Tobias, worse yet, maybe Daniela, he wondered; his baby was always brilliant, even if she was in the medical field.

Goddess, help, Timothy thought feebly; when things showed the slightest hint of getting more challenging for him to handle, he would quickly cut and run.

But this time, Timothy would stand his ground. And even though the thought had just arrested him to quit, he quickly shut it down. He was adamant about seeing this to the very end.

This time will be different. Timothy was resolute.

'Uhh, Daniel, Daniel, Daniel, maybe he could help?' Timothy wondered when...

*Ring, Ring, Ring.

As if the Divine Moon Goddess herself heard his silent prayer, Timothy's phone rang. He scrambled off his chair and grabbed his phone, thinking it was one of his friends.

It was Saturday afternoon indeed, and at that time, he was either at the race track betting on a horse or in the casino. It must be Zack calling.

Glancing at the phone, Timothy's eyes dimmed at the odd number on the screen, it rang again, and then he slid his thumb across to answer.

Timothy placed the phone by his ear, "Hello, who is this?"

"Hi Timothy, it is Aubrianne." To say Aubrianne was nervous about this call is an understatement. However, she hoped she would come across as cheerful.

She was extremely nervous. However, one might even say what for her to be nervous about, she never was.

Nevertheless, Aubrianne and Daniel's unexpected events came to an end early on. After she had sauntered out of the water, she had spread eagle on the blow-up bed, "eat me," she moaned sexily.

And Daniel had fillet her pvssy twice with his thunder tongue as Aubrianne rode it mercilessly. She held his head as she writhed in ecstasy. Her face glowed with lust and desire.

Daniel never relented or uttered a word of complaint; she could drown him on land as far as he was concerned.

Then once it was over, Aubrianne took a moment to gather herself before they finished packing and cleaning, then Daniel dropped her off.

When Aubrianne got home, she showered carefully, getting every trace of Daniel off of her. She had even propped a foot up as she attempted to clean her core, removing as much of Daniel's essence that may have been still inside her.

Just in case everything did not drain out. With all these heightened noses around here!

Nevertheless, she then dressed and decided to contact Timothy. She had two options in mind.

Two things they can do together and enjoy some bonding time.

Timothy looked at the phone as if shocked, "Hi, hello." He scratched his head, "Aubrianne."

Playing with the strap of her handbag, "Are you busy this afternoon?"

Timothy's eyes narrowed, brows furrowed. This b!tch was the cause of all his problems right now. Was she serious? What does she want? "Not really. Why?"

"Oh, wonderful, I...I would like to spend the afternoon..." Aubrianne was struggling to get the right words out. She knew how Timothy and Christen felt about her.

She was not used to this. Yes, Aubrianne was very familiar with people not liking her or being mean to her before. However, she never wanted to attempt to get to know them afterward.

It had taken her some time back then, but she learned to avoid those types of people, not try to get them to like her or attempt to be their friend.

Now here she was, knowing she was not liked as she tried to make an effort and attempt to get closer. Oh, Lorse.

Timothy lifted an eyebrow in question, awaiting Aubrianne's answer as if she could see him.

"Ok, so I was thinking that we could hang out this afternoon, do something fun while we get to know one another a bit... for Father's sake.

Aubrianne got it all out and ended with 'for Father's sake' because surely she would not have to deal with this if it was not for him.

So, for her father, she would make an effort, and it is up to them to meet her halfway; if not, then that's on them. At least she tried.

"You should not think that much, big sis. You need to give that bright brain of yours a rest sometimes, yuh know?" Timothy had a scowl carved on his face and tried his best not to be rude while Aubrianne wondered what he meant.

Was he trying to discourage her from planning to spend time with him? Discourage her from getting to know him?

Nevertheless, glancing at the files on his desk, Timothy rolled his eyes and sighed, breaking her out of her stupor while a plan formed in his mind, "Ok, so fun, huh? What do you have in mind?"

"Well... I thought of golfing or going to a horse race track and throwing money at some races. What do you think?" Aubrianne hoped he'd agree, or if he did not like her options, she was open to his ideas.

But once he had ideas, it meant he was willing.

Timothy's eyes slid to the files again, "You know what, I have a better idea. Truth is, I am not really in the mood to head out..." Aubrianne was saddened as she braced herself for whatever wisecrack he was coming with.

But then he said, "But you could come by, and we could hang out here. There are loads we can do at the manor."

"Oh, sure, I will be there soon; see ya." Aubrianne relaxed her body, relieved she had gotten this far.

"Bye." Timothy ended the call, and a smirk appeared on his lips. Yes, he can have her do the work for him and deliver it as entirely his.