Jaiden Chapter 149
Gregory Patrick
01/27/2022
Jaiden – Chapter 149
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Sunday morning, everybody packed up early and put their luggage in the van so that when it was time to head to the airport, they would be ready. Then they loaded up the van and headed to The Green Room Restaurant in Hendersonville, some twenty miles from Brevard. It was rated as a 5-star breakfast restaurant, and it didn't disappoint the family.
While in Brevard, they went to the Mud Dabber's Pottery Studio. Mom Riley and Jenny bought several beautiful pottery pieces for their homes, the clinic in Orange Beach, and Jenny's synagogue in Oregon.
They appreciated that their purchases were one-of-a-kind pieces that they wouldn't have to worry about seeing elsewhere. But, of course, the other factor they love about the pottery is its exquisiteness - the absolute beauty of the potter's artistry.
When it came near the time for everyone to head to the airport, Leon started getting depressed at the idea they'd soon be gone. He loved his new family, and he loved having them around to talk and do things with.
As he did last time the family visited, he walked to the end of the driveway and stood waving until he could see them no more as they drove to the airport. His eyes were teary and swollen, but he would be OK this go-around – both Peter and he were sure of that.
They noticed that the deer had already started coming into the backyard as they walked back toward the house. Only this time, it seemed the deer were looking for something – or somebody. When they got to the house, the deer started approaching them without the timidness they usually displayed. Leon pondered out loud why the change all of a sudden. Peter looked at him and said, "Sweetheart, I bet you ten to one that they are looking for Seth. He sat outside with them every day he was here, and you saw how he quickly made friends with the baby raccoon." "You're probably right, babe. I'll have to call Seth later tonight after they've had time to get home and let him know his deers were looking for him." No sooner had Leon said that than the baby raccoon came up looking for Seth as well.
Peter went and got a bag of cracked corn to feed the deers while Leon got some feed for the baby raccoon. As Seth did, Leon opened the screen door on the porch, and the little animal scooted inside and climbed into Leon's lap to be hand-fed. Then, when he had eaten all he wanted, he drank some water, climbed back into Leon's lap, and went to sleep. What a story Leon would have to tell Seth when he called him.
While Leon was holding the baby raccoon, Peter went into the kitchen and put some chicken into the oven to bake. "Hey, Babe, what would you like to go with the chicken for dinner?" "How about the herbed rice you like and some baby limas since they cook fairly quickly?" "Sounds good to me; how do I season the limas?" "Half teaspoon of salt and two rashers of bacon."
Dinner's ready!" "Coming, Peter. The chicken looks delicious; how'd you season it?" "I used some Omaha Shaker seasoning that Mom gave us." "It smells unbelievably good, and the limas are perfect; I just tasted them." "Thanks. Mom said the seasoning was good on most any meat; she's tried it on beef, pork, and chicken."
"Alright, the food is on the table, and I'm hungry, so let's eat!" "Babe, this chicken is fantastic. It's unbelievably delicious and juicy – and white meat is usually dry. So how'd you cook it?" "I seasoned the meat, pressed the seasoning into it, and then put it on an elevated rack inside a shallow pan. I slow-cooked it at 300 degrees and used a temp probe until the middle of the meat reached 165. Then, I took it out of the oven and let it rest for five minutes. Again, thank your mom for the hints on how to cook it!"
"Mom, this is Leon. Thanks for the idea on the chicken. Peter baked it tonight, and it was out of this world good! He cooked some baby limas with two rashers of bacon and a half teaspoon of salt, and they were perfect."
"Good, I'm glad you enjoyed the chicken. Whose idea was it to use bacon in the limas?" "Mine; Peter asked me, and I'd remembered watching you cook them at Peyton's and Jaiden's, so I just told him what I saw you do."
"Neither you nor Peter have cooked much in the past, have you?" "No, mam, not very much." "I'm going to write down some simple recipes for cooking fresh vegetables and send them to you two. I'm also going to send you a cookbook from the temple and one from a local Baptist church; the temple cookbook is excellent, but the Baptist cookbook is beyond good. Baptists love to fight, then cook and eat, and makeup while they eat – and they don't cook foods that taste bad."
"We'll look for the cookbooks; I just wanted you to know how good the chicken was." "I'm glad you and Peter enjoyed it. Seth just walked into the den; would you like to speak to him a minute?" "Yes, mam, actually I would." "Seth, telephone."
"Hello, Seth, this is Leon; did you get home OK." "We did, but I'm already missing the mountains and the snow." "Is that all you are missing, little bro?" "What do you mean, Leon."
"Early this evening after everybody left, your little buddy came up looking for you, so I got some food for him, opened the screen door, and let him onto the porch. He climbed up into my lap and let me hand feed him. Then, when he ate all he wanted, he curled up in my lap and went to sleep."
"Peter and I were enjoying sitting on the porch under the heaters when the deer came up to the screen. Peter got a bag of cracked corn to put in their feed bin. They walked out to the feed bin with him, which surprised us both. You trained them while you were here, didn't you?" "Not really, Leon; I just let them know they could trust me. I'm going to miss the raccoon; he was sweet - and so cute!" "Yes, he is. We'll feed him and try to keep him around until you come back this summer." "That will be awesome. I enjoyed playing with him. Hang on a minute; Dad wants to speak to you."
"Hey bud, are you and Peter getting used to the peace and quiet?" "We are, Dad, but we don't like the quietness – the peace, yes, but not the quietness. Peter and I enjoy having family around since we didn't have much family when we were growing up."
"Son, I can always sell the practice and move the three of us in with you and Peter. Mom would enjoy having someone to take over all the cooking, and Seth would enjoy all the animals around the house. And me, I would love to sit on my butt and relax for ten or twenty years."
"I don't know, Dad; I'll have to talk with Peter about that. He' is going to be in a long-term bad mood starting in a couple of months." "Why is that, Leon?" "Let me think a minute, Dad; would you believe he is starting to have hormonal problems?" "Not really, son; I know he's very healthy." "Then would you believe he's pregnant?" "Only if we can prove it and become very rich."
"Leon, you're a hoot. I'm going to send you some tablets. You need to crush them and put one at a time in the raccoon's food. They'll keep him from getting rabies if he gets attacked."
"I'm also sending you an insulated kennel box you can put under the roof on the front porch. Plug it into the outlet, and the system will keep the raccoon nicely warm in the winter and early spring. Just be sure not to put the kennel anywhere where the little guy will be locked inside; that is against the law unless you get a special state permit."
"Thanks, Dad; I told Seth we'd try to keep the baby around until he comes for his visit this summer." "So that's what got him dancing and singing around the house; you made that boy some kind of happy." "I'm glad I could do that; he's a neat, sweet person." "Son, I can't argue with that. Take care and let me know when the items arrive in Brevard." "I will, Dad; thanks, and I love you." "Love you, too, bud!"
"Leon, Dad is sending us a couple of tablets. He said to crush them one at a time and put them in some food for the raccoon to keep him from getting rabies if he gets attacked. He's also sending an electric kennel to put on the front porch so the raccoon can stay warm in the winter and early spring; just don't lock him in since we'd have to have a state permit to do that." "Sounds good to me, love."
"The animals have been fed, the kitchen has been cleaned, and we have eaten dinner; so, what would you like to do now, Peter?" "Leon, I would like to go inside and watch you close the curtains while I take off all my clothes. Then, I'd like to put a heavy blanket on the floor, after which I want to watch you take off all your clothes. Then we can lay on the blanket in front of the fire and put our heads on the pillows while I snuggle as close to you as I can get and hold you until we fall asleep watching a movie." "Just hold me, Peter?" "Just hold you, Leon. I love the feel of your skin and the smell of your body. Sex would be fun, but what I really want is to have some quiet, intimate time with you." "I love you, too, Peter.
"Peter." "Yes." "Is that a flashlight I'm feeling?" "No, but it can make you see a bright light at times." "I wondered. If you get any harder, we're going to have to do something about that, or you're going to explode."
"Babe, we aren't taking a chance on you exploding; roll over!" So when Peter rolled over on his back, Leon went down on him. From the moans coming from Peter, he was in paradise, and Leon was doing everything he could to intensify Peter's blissfulness. When the moment of full release finally came (pun intended), Peter yelped as his body tensed and then relaxed. Peter grabbed Leon and held him as tightly as he could until he recovered and got back his breath.
"Damn, Sweetheart, where did you learn to do that?" "Babe, you can learn a lot in a library if you slow down and take the time to look and read." "Leon, would you do me a favor?" "What's that, Peter?" "Slow down, look harder, and read more; that was incredible." "I'm glad you enjoyed it, sweetheart."
The guys rolled over and resumed watching the movie. Leon noticed Peter had fallen asleep a few moments later and was softly snoring. "Babe, wake up; let's go to bed so we can rest better and feel like going to work and school tomorrow." So they went to their bedroom, got into bed, snuggled closely, and were asleep in less than five minutes.
The following morning, Peter got up first and went into the kitchen to prepare some oatmeal, a scrambled egg, light toast, and coffee for Leon. Next, Peter fixed himself a cup of coffee and some cheese toast with chili powder. The whole time the two sat at the breakfast table, Peter never took his eyes off of Leon, and he never lost the smile that went from ear to ear on his face. By the look on his face, you could tell that he felt he was on top of the world; Peter didn't just feel on top of the world; he WAS on top of the world!
Back in Memphis, the boys were excited when they awoke, and their dads were in their room getting their clothes ready for the day. Jaiden and Peyton were thrilled when their sons jumped out of bed and started running toward them – until the boys ran past them and into their bathroom. A few minutes later, Jaiden crinkled his nose, looked at Peyton, and asked, "DAMN, Babe, what did Charley and Dale feed the children yesterday?" "I don't know, why?" "You can't smell that?" "Smell what? When I saw the boys running that hard for the bathroom, I stuffed cotton balls dipped into mentholated salve into my nose. One day, your gonna learn to pay attention to how the children are acting and protect your sense of smell."
Charley walked into the boy's bedroom and said, "Good morning, guys. Dale would come in and welcome you home, but he's in the john hugging the porcelain throne." "What's wrong with him, Charley." "We took the children to B. B. Kings yesterday, and Dale got the wild idea to get them some broccoli salad AND boiled cabbage. I asked him if he had any Beano, and he said he didn't, and when I looked in the van, there wasn't any in there either. So HE LITERALLY TURNED BLUE when I told him we didn't have any. By the time he drove the children home and got them inside, he was puking his guts up; been puking all night, especially when he got up to check on the children and opened their doors."
"Charley, you didn't help him with the children in the van?" "Jaiden, I may be a little dumb at times, but I'm not stupid. He should have gotten some Beano or made sure some was in the van before he fed those children broccoli and boiled cabbage; he knew what would happen when he did that. So, after we got the children in the van, I walked home – at least that's what I told him. I took a cab to the end of the street and then walked up to the house."
Peyton was laughing so hard he was coughing. "Say, Jaiden, you're looking kind of blue yourself right now; are you OK?" Peyton looked at Charley, and in between getting a breath while laughing, told him Jaiden didn't put mentholated cotton balls in his nose when he saw their sons running hard for their bathroom.
Charley looked at Jaiden and said, "Jaiden, don't ever call me dumb again; at least I have the sense to stuff my nose when the children go to the bathroom." He was laughing as he turned to head to his children's room and said in a muffled tone, "dumb ass." Peyton rested his head on the wall while laughing his butt off; and he didn't have that much butt to lose.
Peyton asked Jaiden if he thought he should stay home from work since he looked so green. Jaiden looked at Peyton and asked, "Hon, are you crazy! Stay home from work and smell this? You've got to be out of your mind!" "OK. I've got a meeting in 15 minutes, so I need to go on to the hospital if you don't mind." "That's fine, sweetheart; I'll see you as soon as I get there."
That said, Peyton got into the Lincoln Navigator and drove to the hospital. The truth is he didn't have a meeting at all; he was getting to the nurse's station early to set up Jaiden.
He told the nurses what happened to Jaiden earlier and set it up for the nurses to get him good. When Jaiden got to the floor, he immediately went to the nurse's station for a morning briefing.
When he stepped behind the counter, the floor secretary said, "GOOD LORD, WHAT IS THAT SMELL?" Jaiden turned blood-red as he turned and said, "Sorry, Dale fed the children boiled cabbage and broccoli salad last night at dinner and didn't have any Beano on hand. I've been sick on my stomach since 6 a.m." "Dr. Jaiden, has anybody ever told you to dip cotton balls in a mentholated salve and put them in your nose?" "I'm gonna get Peyton; he didn't have a meeting this morning; he came in early to set me up. So help me, I'm gonna get him but good!"
"Peyton, I'm tied up with a new patient; are you with anyone right now?" "Not at the moment; do you need something?" "Yes, can you please check JJ in room 327? Make sure he isn't having a reaction to the new treatment regimen." "On my way, Dr. Jaiden." The only thought in Jaiden's head now was, "that'll teach him, that boy has a dirty diaper, and it smells worse than all ten of our children at one time."
"Thirty minutes later, Peyton went flying past Jaiden headed to the Doctor's bathroom, and he was GREEN!" When Peyton came out of the doctor's toilet, he looked at Jaiden and said, "War is on, Dr. Jaiden, the war is on." "Dr. Peyton, while I'm thinking about it, I have to work a couple of hours extra tonight; I have a surgery starting at 5 p.m., and it should take about two and a half hours." At this point, Peyton was distrustful of Jaiden doing something else to pay him back for the setup. So he checked the surgery schedule, and sure enough, Jaiden told him the truth – or so he thought Jaiden did. Jaiden had made arrangements for the surgery department to schedule a non-existent surgery; all the doctors and the anesthetist knew. Nobody said a word to Peyton. So the `surgery' will be pulled from the schedule at 4:30 p.m., and Jaiden would go home early and be sitting on the couch when Peyton walked into the house.
About 6 p.m., Peyton walked into the house. He got to leave a bit early as well when the night shift doctors came in to work early. His chin hit the floor when he walked into the house and saw Jaiden sitting on the couch. "Jaiden, I thought you had a two and a half hour surgery starting at five!" "Nah, it was taken off the schedule at 4:30." "Jaiden, you led me on, didn't you?" "Peyton, you purposely set me up this morning and this afternoon." "Babe, how was your meeting this morning? What did y'all discuss." "OK, guilty as charged! Can we call this off?" "Let me think about it and what it's going to cost you for me to call it off." "JAIDEN!"
Peyton went to their bedroom and shut the door rather loudly. A few minutes later, Jaiden went to their room, went inside, and closed and locked the door. "OK, I know what it's going to cost you. Take your clothes off – all of them!" As Peyton removed his clothes, Jaiden removed his. When the two were as naked as a jaybird, Jaiden picked up Peyton, turned him upside down, and sat his fanny on top of the lounge chair by the window with Peyton's head resting on the seat of the chair. Jaiden straddled his knees by Peyton's head and then engulfed his golf club taking the entire length of the club into his throat. Peyton got so excited that he took Jaiden's flag pole in like Jaiden swallowed his golf club. After that, they both went to town working on each other until both grunted and collapsed on each other, gasping for breath.
"Jaiden." "Yes, babe." "How about I go in early tomorrow morning and set you up with something new?" "Peyton, you know it will cost you!" "Dang, love, I enjoyed paying this bill so much I don't mind paying another bill tomorrow."
"Maybe we can come up with a plan, sweetie." "Promise, Jaiden?" "Yep, sure do."
When they went back into the den, Charley was putting down the engineering journal he had been reading. Then, he turned, looked at Jaiden and Peyton, and said, "Peyton, do you feel better getting that off your chest?" "Peyton started howling and said, "Charley, if you just knew how aprapro what you said is..." "Oh, we know, Peyton; we could hear y'all loud and clear. We sent the children outside after we had to tell them you were play-wrestling when Nathan Robert asked, "Why is Daddy Peyton kicking Daddy Jaiden's butt." Dale spoke up and said, "And Charley ain't lying either!"
Jaiden said, "I guess we better go outside and teach the children how to play-wrestle." Charley replied, "Just make sure it isn't the kind of wrestling you two were practicing!" Jaiden, the one who blushes at most everything risqué, turned ten shades of red when Charley said that.
Peyton walked up behind Charley and whispered into his ear, "I love you, man; that was funny as hell!" Charley just smiled.
When the guys got outside, they hit the floor, laughing their butts off because Alaina Noelle had Nathan Robert pinned to the ground begging her to get off of him. All her other brothers were giggling at the scene because they knew Nathan Robert had been being himself and picking on her. When she had enough of his crap, she stopped it very quickly.
Dale looked at Peyton and said, "Peyton, remember the conversation where I told you to not stop letting her watch you practice karate and Ju-jitsu?" "Vividly, Dale."
"Well, once again, thank you for teaching my daughter by example." "Sir, you are most welcome. Perhaps I need to start teaching all the children karate. Once they master that, we can move into Ju-Jitsu; however, Dale, there is one thing that concerns me if I teach them the crafts?" Dale asked, "And that would be, Peyton?" "Figuring out how to keep Alaina Noelle from beating the crap out of all the boys."
"I don't think that will be a problem, Peyton." "How so?" "They're gonna be so scared of her they won't go near her." When Dale said that, Jaiden spit coffee halfway across the backyard, and Charley almost died laughing. "Dale, can you and Charley imagine what's gonna happen if she gets a boyfriend and he gets out of line with her?" "Peyton, I don't even want to go there." Everybody laughed when Dakle said that because they knew it was the biggest truth that had ever been told.
"Hey guys, look to the right at Jason Alexander and Charles Logan; they've apparently learned how to use it." "What do you mean, Jaiden?" "Just look."
When Peyton, Dale, and Charley looked at their boys, their pants were at their ankles, and they were watering the plants along the fence. "You know we are going to have to watch them closely in the park from now on." Charley said, "Yea, we're gonna have to teach them to pee on some jerk's foot instead of the plants."
Peyton replied, "Ya know, what Charley just said made me remember a South Alabama joke: This guy was traveling down the highway in LA (that's Lower Alabama for the unschooled) after an early evening of drinking. He was swerving all over the road when an Alabama State trooper observed his erratic driving and turned on his blue lights to stop the man. When he got the guy pulled over, he got him out of his vehicle to administer a field sobriety test."
"The next thing the man knew, he was standing at the Pearly Gates, and St. Peter was asking him why he had arrived at the Pearly Gates so early. The man looked at St. Peter and said, "Well, St. Peter, it was like this: I had been to the bar drinking, and I'd had a bit too much to drink, and the next thing I knew, this Alabama State Trooper pulled me over and said I was driving erratically. He asked me if I had been drinking, and I told him I had been. So he made me get out of the car to take a drunk test, and when I stood up, I suddenly had to pee really badly. Then I pulled my pecker out of my pants, pissed on his boots, and the next thing I knew, here I am standing at the Pearly Gates talking to you."
"St. Peter said, "Sir, pissing on the boots of an Alabama State Trooper is about the dumbest thing an idiot can do; however, the last time I checked, that wasn't a sin; so, come on in, brother."
Dale told Peyton that coming from that area of the country, he could see that happening. Charley said he had no doubt that it did happen somewhere back in LA's history. Jaiden replied, "Lord, I hope not!" But in his heart of hearts, he knew it probably did.
"Charley, you look exhausted today. Are you feeling OK?" "I am Jaiden. It was a long day, and I didn't particularly enjoy what I had to do." "Well, Charley, maybe this will brighten your day: Do you know the difference between a wife and a job?" "Not really; I'm fortunate enough to have a husband instead of a wife, so what is the difference?" "After five years, your job will still suck!" "Now that's funny, Jaiden, and probably truer than folks want to admit!" "I would think so too, Charley."
"Hey, guys, look out the door." "Peyton, when did it start snowing?" "I have no idea, Dale. I looked out the door just now and saw the snow coming down at a fast pace; it's going to be gorgeous outside tomorrow."
"I can imagine the children are going to drive Ginny and Granny crazy tomorrow wanting to go outside." "So can I, Jaiden; isn't it nice to be able to get up and go to work every morning?" "Yep, when you have ten children and a foot of snow outside, work can come in handy."
"Speaking of a foot of snow, what would y'all like for dinner before the snow starts piling up?" The dads were surprised when Mark Anthony, the quiet child in the group, asked to go to Tony's - in baby language, of course. Dale said, "That's the first time Mark Anthony has spoken up like that, so he deserves to go to Tony's." Jaiden told everyone, "then Tony's it is," so they loaded the children into the van and headed toward the pizzeria.
They got inside, sat down, and the dads asked their children what they wanted for dinner. "Daddy, peetza!" said Mark Anthony. "Nathan Robert, Benjamin Dale, Abraham Dovid, Alaina Noelle, and David Alexander wanted their beloved skety. The rest of the children blew their dad's minds when they asked for `eh plant.' They remembered having tried Peyton's eggplant parmesan and liking it. Each child got what they asked for when the orders went to the kitchen, and when it was put on the table, they ate every morsel of food on their plates.
Jaiden commented on how the children's palates were changing for the good – and he was enjoying seeing that happen. "I think we need to talk with Ginny and Granny and see what they have been preparing for the children so we can put emphasis on what they are trying to get the children to eat. The more we do that, the more foods the children will learn to eat. The only thing we need to watch is making sure the foods are low in acids which can aggravate a child's mouth."
"Like what, Jaiden?" "Tomatoes, certain citrus fruits, cabbage type foods like Brussells Sprouts and other high-sulfur foods, Charley." "Why is that, Jaiden?"
"Charley, let's say you have 10,000 taste buds; children may have twice that number which intensifies the tastes of certain foods to the point that children find those foods distasteful and hard to eat. Unfortunately, parents don't often realize that fact, and they get upset when their children don't eat foods the parents enjoy. For instance, take Greg's son; he refused to eat red meat until he was six years old.
Then, Greg and his wife took her to a restaurant where Greg ordered prime rib medium-rare. His son asked for a taste, then another and another until Greg cut the steak into small pieces and pushed his plate over to his son. That night, he ate a piece of fried chicken and some fries. From that point on, every time they went to that restaurant, the son got prime rib – and so did Greg."
When they got home, the dads got the children bundled up and took them outside to play in the snow. The babies ran around throwing snowballs at each other and laughing their heads off. They ran until they got so tired each wanted their baths so they could go to bed. Since the dads were exhausted from their day, they accommodated the children's wishes with a warm shower and early sleep.
Jaiden and Peyton went to their room, slipped into their khaki shorts and a tee-shirt, and went back to the den to watch television. Charley and Dale also slipped into comfortable outfits before going back to the man cave after Peyton and Jaiden walked back downstairs.
When Peyton turned to sit on the couch, Jaiden grabbed him before he could sit down. "Babe, your bubble butt is so cute tonight that I can't resist it." Jaiden then slid his hands under the back legs of Peyton's shorts and slid them to his beautiful mounds. When he reached his point of interest, he started massaging Peyton's gluteal muscles and cooing like he was deep in ecstasy – which he was.
"Jaiden, we don't have time tonight, babe. If you keep doing that, we aren't going to rest enough tonight to be alert at work tomorrow." "Peyton, can we say `to be resumed Friday night?'" "If we don't, sweetheart, come Friday night when we go to bed, I will be sorely disappointed." "Peyton, at least let me turn your flashlight off; I don't want it to burn out before Friday night!"
"Jaiden, have I ever told you that one of the things I love most about you is that you are a hopeless romantic?" "Yes, love, you have, but I prefer to think of myself as a hopeful not hopeless romantic - especially when I see you in your handsome birthday suit." "I'll tell you what, sweetheart, if you're a good boy until we go to bed, I'll let you play my flute tonight." "Oh boy, I love playing your flute; it gives me a sweet reward when I play it." Peyton smiled, as did Dale and Charley.
"Dale, I wish we had some donuts." "Why, Charley?" "It would be fun to eat them off your warming pole. If I dripped some warm coffee on them before I eat them off your warming pole, they would be extra good." "Chuck, if we had some donuts, I would surely be game tonight, but we don't have any."
Peyton didn't say a word as he got up, walked into the kitchen, poured the last cup of warm coffee into a mug, warmed four donuts he brought home after work that afternoon, put them on a small plate, and handed them to Charley with the warm coffee.
Charley was all smiles as he took Dale by the hand and led him to their bedroom. Jaiden looked at Peyton and said, "stand up, babe." When Peyton stood, Jaiden unzipped Peyton's shorts and let them fall to the floor with Peyton's boxer briefs. One can only imagine how the two shared blissful intimacy over the next two hours.
The following morning, Dale and Charley appeared to be in a fabulous mood as they shared a hug and a kiss in the kitchen, not to mention the glow on their faces.
When Jaiden and Peyton walked into the kitchen to help prepare breakfast for the clan, Jaiden looked at Charley and asked if the donuts Peyton gave him the night before were good. "Jaiden, they were delicious, and they stayed on the warmer just long enough to be warm and creamy."
"How was the rest of the movie, Jaiden?" "I have no idea, Charley. When you and Dale went to your bedroom, I got totally distracted and didn't pay any attention to the show." "I wondered, Jaiden. The glow on your and Peyton's face is unmistakable; there is no doubt you and Peyton had a great night."
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