Pleasuring His Little by Scott Wylder



"And you're not going to the playgroup because…?" asked Susan, drawing out her question as her voice dropped low.  Annoyed, I shook my head in response.

"I really don't see how that's your problem," I retorted, trying not to let the embarrassment I felt show through.

We were trying to make our Saturday plans, and, normally, it would have included going to a playgroup party hosted by Lionel or Isaac.  However, ever since the drama caused by the other Littles, I decided that I was not going to be going to the playgroup parties.  The fact that I had been uninvited officially by both hosts was just the icing on top of the cake.

I hated how everybody expected Littles to act like children only to got mad whenever said children got into fights.  It wasn't my fault I didn't get along with a lot of the Littles.  I did my best to play the part, yet nobody seemed to care.

Of course, I wasn't going to tell my sister that I wasn't allowed to go to the playgroup parties anymore.  She had enough issues on her plate as is, and the last thing I wanted was for her to worry about me.  Taking my words into consideration, she shrugged as she got back to work.

"You don't have to be so snippy," she said.  "As your big sister, it's my job to look after you.  Did something happen?"  When I didn't respond right away, she crossed her arms at me.  "Come on.  You can tell me anything."  Realizing that there was no escaping it, I shook my head in response.

"I got banned from the playgroup parties," I admitted, finally unable to hide it any longer.  "Some Littles kept complaining about me, saying that I was starting drama, and the hosts banned me from the parties as a result."  At first, she didn't react at all, but I already knew it wasn't a good sign, either.  After a while, she finally gave a deep sigh.

"What am I going to do with you?" she asked, a gentle smile starting to spread across her face, and she spoke.  "Wherever you go, you seem to cause trouble.  I don't know what to do with you."  Realizing that she was disappointed in me, I lowered my gaze and stared at the coffee counter in front of me.

Even though she was only two years older than me, she was always worrying about me.  Of course, she had always had to since Mom and Dad when we were younger.  If she hadn't, we most likely would have been separated and thrown into different foster homes.

Everything I did was usually to try to make her proud.  I had done everything in my power to build a better life for myself and even enrolled in college to become a teacher.  However, even though I was currently attending classes as well as working part-time at the coffee shop in order to pay for my college tuition, I still felt like a huge disappointment to her.

When she started telling me about playgroup parties, I thought it was my chance to finally find some common ground between the two of us.  We had drifted apart ever since she graduated high school and started working full time in order to open her bakery and coffee shop, and I didn't want to lose her.  So, I tried to do what she wanted me to.

"We can always go see a movie," I suggested with a gentle smile, trying to lighten the mood.  "Our Saturdays don't always have to be taken up by attending parties just to try to find somebody to date.  Instead, we could just make Saturdays and us."  She laughed as she shook her head at me.

"That's what Sundays are for," she reminded me.  "Or did you forget?"  Realizing she was right, I shrugged.

"You're right," I agreed.  "What else is there to do on Saturdays?"  Before either of us could say anything else, we heard the jingle of the bell at the front door and looked up.

Much to my amazement, it was Dr. Hunter Wesley from the hospital.  I had met him at one of the playgroup parties weeks before being banned, and I had really grown to like him.  However, before I could fully gain his attention, he stopped attending the parties, and I decided to stop trying to find somebody, finally coming to terms with the fact that I may finally be alone forever.

"Good morning, ladies," he said as he strolled to the counter.  "How is your day going?"  Before I could say anything, Susan smiled up at him.

"It's not too bad at all," she reassured him as she started towards the cash register.  "Should I assume that you want your regular?"  My jaw dropped as I turned to stare at my sister as Dr. Wesley laughed in response.

"Yes, please," he agreed as he reached into his back pocket for his wallet, not even seeming to notice my reaction.  "I take it you have a few new muffins that you came up with?"  Susan laughed as she nodded in response.

"You know it," she replied.  "Today, we have banana chocolate chip, blueberry crumble, and raspberry cheesecake."  He paused as he thought for a moment, seeming torn between what kind of muffin he wanted to order.

"Well, this is a tough one," he said before turning to look at me.  "Which one would you recommend?"  Amazed at the fact that he had even acknowledged my existence, I stood there in shock as I struggled to find the words.

"My personal favorite is the raspberry cheesecake," I finally answered when I was finally able to talk again.  Considering this for a moment, he nodded in response.

"That sounds perfect," he agreed before turning to look at Susan.  "I'll take two please."  Immediately, Susan rang him up and took his cash before turning to look at me.

"Why don't you serve up the muffins while I go get the coffee?" she suggested, not even seeming to notice just how shocked I was at the situation.

Before I could say anything, she immediately set to work making him his order, and I absentmindedly made my way over to the pastry display in order to pull out the two muffins.  Putting them carefully in the bag, I turned just in time to see her finish making him the coffee.  As soon as she was done, she took the bag out of my hand and handed it to him.

"Hope you have a nice day," she said that she handed him his order.  Dr. Wesley smiled as he checked the bag before looking up at us.

"Thank you so much, Susan," he said before turning to look at me, a stern look on his face.  "Before I leave, I just have to know…  Do I know you from somewhere?"