Potential - S01 E317

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Potential - S01 E317

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 317

"Please, tell me you fucked outside?"

"No, but close."

"Ah, keep going, Rebecca said.

"In the kitchen, his room, my room, shower, Gloria's bed, Candy's, and at the mall."

"What the fuck?" Rebecca said. "You fucked six times in what, thirty-six hours? Wait, did you say at the mall?"

"I thought you weren't gonna get upset."

Rebecca laughed. "Upset? No, but I love you more now than I did a minute ago. I have finally totally corrupted you. Tell me more?"

"More?"

"Yeah, there has to be more. None of that made me want to run, jump, or even yell, except maybe doing it in Candy's bed. That's hot"

"Okay, hold onto your hat," she said. "While I was on the phone with my mother, Evan fucked me. We were on the couch and-"

"You fucked on the expensive sofa we were never allowed to sit on?"

Deana nodded while heat rose to her face. "Evan was going down on me when the phone rang. He answered, handed it to me, and kept going. I tried to hold it together and talk to Candy, but he fucked me, and I moaned into the phone."

"I'm running and screaming, fuck, fuck, fuck in my mind, I promise," Rebecca sald. "Now, let me guess what happened. Evan pulled out and blasted your face while you were saying something to Candy?"

She slapped Rebecca's leg. "No, that would have been horrible. We came together with the phone to our ears."

"I bet your mom knows what you were doing."

"That wouldn't surprise me," Deana said. "I get the feeling she knows almost everything but doesn't say anything." She thought about the secret that not even her brother knew. What would Candy do if she found out? For the same reason Evan could never know, Deana would never let Candy find out. "Reb, I love you so much it hurts right here. She laid her hand on her heart. "I can't wait until we have shared everything."

"Mm, me too, and I'm glad I won't have to wait long." Rebecca picked up her phone.

Candy looked back at Sally, standing just outside the office door. She waited, trying to read Sally's expression. Her sister seemed apprehensive, vigilant, and weary, like a cop responding to a domestic violence call. "What's wrong?" Candy asked.

"Ah, nothing," Sally said. "I remember when he added this section onto the house. Sandy was excited because Evan and Deana could have their own rooms."

Candy nodded, remembering how Sally always talked about Sandra, calling her Sandy, always Sandy. Sally eased into the room. paused, glanced behind the door, and scanned the room. "They hated it at first and used to sneak back into each other's beds,' Sally said.

They still do, Candy thought, just the way Bobby and Sally had. "What about Sandra?"

Sally shook her head. "She didn't like it. Too secluded, and when he wasn't here, she let them sleep with her."

"I'm sorry I shouldn't make you talk about her. I know how close you were."

"We were... I loved her and never stopped missing her, like you, I always missed you."

"Sally, what happened?"

"Not now," Sally said and placed the leather case on John's chair. "We got work to do. She moved the mouse and woke up the display. The Windows locked screen appeared.

"I don't know his password, Candy said.

"It's better if I logon, but don't worry, we can still do it if I can't." Sally took stuff out of her bag that Candy couldn't identify. "This is the same desk he had fifteen years ago."

"Really," Candy said with feigned interest. Sally stared through the archway into the bedroom with a look of disgust on her face.

archway into the bedroom with a look of disgust on her face.

"How are you going to, um, what do you call it, crack or hack the password? Need some personal information, birthdays or-

"No," Sally said and placed her fingers on the keyboard. 'Let's hope he's still the asshole I remember."

Sally's fingers worked, but the effort was rewarded with a login failure message. Candy's hopes sank as she recited the password hint, FR.

"Douche bag." Sally's fingers hammered the keys, and the desktop appeared. She numbled, "Mother fucker, and dropped to the chair, crushing the case.

Candy saw Sally's pain quickly turned to anger, so she didn't say anything until all the wires were connected, and her sister seened satisfied with her work, then she asked, "You gonna tell me the password?"

Sally wiped a forearm across her eyes and said, "Fuckin Redhead! I forgot the exclamation point the first time."

Two words, Fuckin' Redhead, looped like some lyrics that put the name of the artist on the tip of Candy's tongue. She rubbed Sally's shoulders while her mind worked. Then, click-click, pieces started snapping together. Faintly at first, she heard voices from the past, but they grew louder and louder. Sandra and John were fighting. They did that a lot before Sandra died. That was when she heard it, John was yelling, "That fuckin' redhead....

"Sally, what happened? Did you do something to him?"

"Me?" Sally whirled around on the chair and looked up. "Did I do something?"

"He still has that password after this much time," Candy said. "You must have pissed him off. Is that why you left because of something with John?"

"No!" Sally paused and took several slow, deep breaths. "No, I left because there wasn't anything here for me. You were here with them, with Gloria, and I had to go."

"We were only twenty minutes away from each other."

"No, Candy, there was no we. You were here with them, and it was just me. It was lonely without you.