Original Stories Fan Fiction / Romance Fan Fiction ❯ The dream of you and me. ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
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By: PrinsessYente 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction / Romance Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.25.2006 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 516 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction / Romance Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 04.25.2006 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.9K | Visits: 516 | Status: Completed
Chapter 2.
Yente read the email again. But it said the same as the last three times she read it. HE was coming for a visit. Yente placed her head in her hands and groaned. It had been two weeks since the news of her fathers sexuality became public and things were finally calming down again, but if they saw her father she knew that everything would get worse then before.
Why was he coming anyway? He had been very clear on the day she was boarding the plane to America. He said if she left she would no longer be his daughter. It had taken her a long time to get over the hurt that had caused in her heart and now suddenly he wanted to see her again.
She looked around the living room. It looked fine but she knew her father always found something to complain about.
Michael came back from his work to find Yente obsessively cleaning. He raised his eyebrow. He knew for a fact that she hated cleaning. He shrugged wondering if maybe she was in her period. Women always acted weird when that happened. He walked past a garbage bag when he noticed it was filled with his video game magazines.
Yente walked towards him with more of his magazines and placed them in the garbage bag before kissing him on the cheek.
“Hey honey. How was work?” She asked with a big smile on her face that put Michael on guard even more. That smile looked way to fake.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m cleaning silly.” She giggled.
“Ok, but why are you throwing my magazines away? I still use them.” Yente rolled her eyes.
“Michael some are three months old, besides they were lying on the floor and it looks messy.”
“But I still use the cheat codes in them and they were lying like that for months! You never complained before.”
“Well it’s about time it gets cleaned up then. Now I want you to do the laundry, vacuum the floor, wash the dishes and clean the windows.” Michael gaped at her.
“Are you nuts! I just got back from work!”
“I know.” She turned around and started to dust the TV. “And don’t forget to take out the trash.”
‘Ok.’ Michael thought. ‘Enough is enough.’ He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to the couch.
“Hey! What are you doing?” Yente asked as he pushed her down on the couch. He stood in front of her and looked down on her.
“And now you’re going to tell me what the fuck is going on!” Yente sighed.
“My dad is coming for a visit.” He looked surprised.
“Your dad? But I thought he didn’t want to see you anymore.” She shrugged.
“So did I.”
“Ok but this does not explain your sudden cleaning spree.”
“My dad always finds something to complain about. Something I’m not doing right, according to him.” Michael sighed and sat down next her.
“When is he coming?”
“In two weeks.”
“Two weeks? He’s coming in two weeks and you’re already cleaning up?” he looked at her, wondering if maybe she lost it. She nodded.
“Hopefully I have enough time to get it clean enough.” Michael was getting worried. She never behaved like this before.
“Honey, you don’t have to let him come. He’s hurt you enough, If you don’t want to see him just tell him that.” Yente snorted.
“It’s not that simple.”
“Sure it is.” He grabbed the phone and handed it to her. “Just call him up and say you don’t want to see him.” She looked at the phone not sure what to do. “Look.” Michael said softly. “I know how you feel…”
“No you don’t!” Yente interrupted. “You will never understand how I feel! You don’t even know your…” She fell silent. Michaels eyes hardened.
“Know what?” He hissed. “My father?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“No. But you wanted to!” Yente placed her hand on his arm, but he pulled away.
“Look.” She said looking down. “Lets just forget about cleaning and order some pizza, or something.” Michael stood up.
“Do whatever you want. I don’t care.” He walked to the front door.
“Wait.” Yente called standing up to. “Where are you going?”
“Out.” He answered harshly. She ran after him and placed her hand on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. You know I get crazy when my dad’s involved.” Michael had his hand on the doorknob and turned to look at her sideways. “Please forgive me.” He heard her whisper softly. He closed his eyes tightly and sighed.
“I’m not sure I can.” With that he walked out the door, leaving a crying Yente behind.
It was well beyond midnight when Michael returned. The house was dark and Yente wasn’t in the living room. He eventually found her lying on their bed. Sleeping with his pillow in her arms. He softly sat on the bed and looked at her. She was so beautiful. He wished she could see just how beautiful she was. He loved her so much, it was almost painful. But when she said those words it felt like she had put a knife through his heart. He knew she didn’t mean them and deep down he also knew he would forgive her. He needed her to much, he just needed some time alone to realize that.
He gently stroked her cheek. She groaned and groggily opened her eyes, but as soon as she realized who woke her, her eyes widened.
“Michael?” She whispered.
“Hi.” He smiled gently. She sat up.
“Michael, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…” He silenced her by placing a finger on her lips.
“Shhh. It’s ok. I’m not mad.” He pulled his finger away and gave her a small kiss. “I know you didn’t mean what you said. Yente sighed in relieve.
“Good for a moment I was afraid I had lost you for good.” Michael laid down on the bed and pulled her on top of him.
“Don’t worry. You can’t get rid of me that easily.” She chuckled and kissed his lips.
“Good.” She sat back up and lifted the edges of her nightgown. “But I still should make it up to you.” She said before lifting it over her head. Michael smirked and let his eyes travel over her naked flesh.
“Well I won’t make any objections to that.” Then his stomach growled. Yente laughed.
“Well your stomach does.” She slid of the bed and grabbed her nightgown of the ground.
“Hey!” Michael objected. “What about my make up sex?” Yente rolled her eyes.
“It will have to wait. I’m going to make us some food.” Michael sighed.
“Ok. But you don’t need this.” He said as he grabbed her nightgown.
“Hey! Give that back.” Michael held it above his head and watched with interest as her breasts bounced up and down while she tried to reach it. “Michael give it back right now! Or you can forget about dinner!”
“We’ll see about that.” He smirked as he threw the night gown on the bed. Yente yelped as he grabbed her and lifted her over his shoulder.
“Michael put me down, right now!” He slapped her behind.
“Be quiet. You’re going to cook for me looking that. You owe me.” Yente sighed.
“Great. My boyfriend is a pervert.” Michael chuckled as he walked out the bedroom with her still on his shoulder.
“No more then you.”
Yente smiled as she watched him eat his steak like he hadn’t eaten in 2 days. If there was one thing Michael enjoyed it was eating. She sighed and looked down at her salad. Right now she really wished she wasn’t on a diet. He heard her sigh and looked up.
“Do you want some of my steak?” Yente shook her head and continued eating her salad. Michael frowned. He really couldn’t understand why she had to go on a stupid diet she looked fine to him. She wasn’t super skinny, but she wasn’t fat either. To him she was perfect, but he knew that saying anything about it wouldn’t help, so he just kept his mouth shut.
“I answered my dad’s email.” Michael stopped eating.
“What did you say to him?” she shrugged.
“That I didn’t want to see him. and wished no further contact with him.” He nodded.
“Maybe it’s for the best, you’re obviously not ready to confront him yet.”
“So you told your father you didn’t want to see him anymore?” Jenny asked as she closed her locker. Yente nodded.
“Yeah. Mike was right I’m not ready to talk to him yet. It still hurts to much.” Jenny looked at her sad friend and gave a small smile.
“Hey, cheer up. Things will get better. At least things at school have calmed down.” Yente sighed.
“Yeah, for now. But I have a bad feeling.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “Like this is just the eye off the storm and the worst is yet to come.” Jenny chuckled.
“Stop being so pessimistic. Things like this blow over.” Yente looked at her skeptically.
“I’m not so sure about that. But lets not talk about it anymore. It’s depressing.” She put her books in her locker and closed it. “Let’s go find the guys I want to eat my lunch. And I want to get at the mess hall before Mike eats everything up.” Jenny laughed.
“Well in that case, we better hurry.”
Mi ke let out an annoyed sigh as he looked at Yente’s plate, that was only filled with a small salad. Even Jenny looked at her strangely.
“You really don’t need to diet, Yente. That stupid girl in gym class was lying, You’re not fat.” Mike frowned.
“Wait a minute. You’re on a diet because some stupid girl called you fat?” Yente glared at Jenny who suddenly found her food very interesting.
“That’s not the reason I’m on a diet.” Yente answered not looking at him. “I just felt I needed to loose some weight.” Mike growled, grabbed her plate and filled it with half of his macaroni and cheese.
“Hey! what do you think you’re doing?”
“Shut up and eat. You’re going to stop this diet shit and eat like a normal person. Even if it means I have to shove it down your throat!” Yente glared at him.
“You can’t tell me what to do!” He glared right back.
“Watch me!” he hissed. “Now eat!” Yente sighed and looked down at her plate. She was pretty hungry and she did like macaroni and cheese. She shrugged and started to eat with relish.
“I talked to my mom the other day.” Yente swallowed and looked up.
“About what?”
“About moving in with you.”
“Well? What did she say?” Mike smirked.
“She said it was ok and that she was starting to wonder when I was finally moving all of my junk out of the house.” Yente chuckled.
“So when are we moving all of that junk out of her house?”
“Well most of my stuff Is already at your house and I thought we could get the rest of my clothes, my TV and my computer this weekend.”
“I already have a computer. We don’t need two. Why don’t you just give it to your sister?” Mike frowned.
“No.” He said stubbornly. Yente rolled her eyes.
“Come on Mike. You know there isn’t enough room for 2 computers. Besides my computer is faster then yours.” Mike looked at Tom.
“What about you, Tom. Do you need a computer?” Tom looked at Yente’s glaring eyes and gulped.
“Uhm… No thanks, Mike. I’m good.”
“Jenny?”
“Leave me out of this please.” She answered without looking up from her lunch.
“Damn.” He grumbled.” Yente smirked.
“Great it’s settled then. Chelsea gets your computer.” She looked at her frowning boyfriend and chuckled. He looked so adorable with that pout on his face. “And for being so nice to your sister, I will reward you later.” Michael looked up.
“Really?” He asked trying to sound disinterested, but failing miserably. “How exactly?” Tom cleared his throat.
“Before you answer that, I would like to remind you that some of us are still eating.” Yente laughed and leaned in to whisper in Mike’s ear.
“I’ll tell you later.” Mike sighed.
“Ok.” He gave in. “But it better be worth it.” She pressed her lips against his.
“Isn’t it always?” She whispered against his lips.
“Oh man.” Tom groaned. “I Think I just lost my appetite.” Yente shrugged . she grabbed his plate and started eating. “Hey! that’s my food!”
“Well you didn’t want it anymore and I’m hungry.” Michael laughed. Glad things were back to normal.
Michael slowly opened his eyes. He took in his surroundings and smiled. Ever since the first time he met Yente, he had dreamed of sharing his live with her. And now after two and a half years, his dream had mostly come true. They were living together. There were only two things he still wanted. Marriage and children. But they had enough time to fulfill those dreams.
He turned around and looked at her. ‘she looks so peaceful.’ He thought as he gently brushed her hair out of her face. ‘It’s almost a shame to wake her up.’ He softly squeezed her breast and smirked. ‘Almost, but not quite.’ His other hand slowly traveled downwards.
“Wake up, princess.” He whispered softly in her ear while rubbing his hard-on against her. “It’s time to please your master.” Yente groaned and opened her eyes. Michael’s hand, in the meantime had reached it’s destination and started to rub her clit.
“What do you wish me to do master.” Yente asked in a half moan. He moved on top of her.
“For now I just want you to lie here and scream my name as I bring you to orgasm after orgasm.”
“Ooooohhh, Yes master.” He bend down to kiss her, but just as their lips were about to meet, the insistent ringing of the doorbell sounded throughout the apartment. Both cursed.
“Were we expecting someone?” Michael asked sitting back up. Yente shook her head.
“Not as far as I know.” He shrugged.
“Lets ignore it.” He bend back down, but then the doorbell rang again. Michael sighed in annoyance. “I swear, if those are Jehovah’s I’m asking them in for an orgy. He growled and slid of the bed.
“Ewww, that’s disgusting.” Yente laughed. “If you do that, you can count me out.”
“Whatever.” Michael shrugged he swiftly pulled on his jeans and walked out the bedroom. He walked to the front door and opened it still grumbling about being interrupted.
He had never met the two men standing on the other side, but he still recognized them from pictures Yente had shown him. His mood darkened even further.
“Hello.” The larger of the two men said. We are looking for my daughter, Yente, this is where she lives right?” For a moment Michael considered slamming the door in their faces. But then he stepped aside to let them in.
“Yeah I’ll go get her.” He walked them to living room.
“Oh Yente.” He called to the bedroom, barely able to contain his anger. “Look who came to visit you.” Yente walked out the bedroom wondering why her boyfriend sounded so angry. She gasped as she looked at the larger of the two men.
“Dad!”
Yente read the email again. But it said the same as the last three times she read it. HE was coming for a visit. Yente placed her head in her hands and groaned. It had been two weeks since the news of her fathers sexuality became public and things were finally calming down again, but if they saw her father she knew that everything would get worse then before.
Why was he coming anyway? He had been very clear on the day she was boarding the plane to America. He said if she left she would no longer be his daughter. It had taken her a long time to get over the hurt that had caused in her heart and now suddenly he wanted to see her again.
She looked around the living room. It looked fine but she knew her father always found something to complain about.
Michael came back from his work to find Yente obsessively cleaning. He raised his eyebrow. He knew for a fact that she hated cleaning. He shrugged wondering if maybe she was in her period. Women always acted weird when that happened. He walked past a garbage bag when he noticed it was filled with his video game magazines.
Yente walked towards him with more of his magazines and placed them in the garbage bag before kissing him on the cheek.
“Hey honey. How was work?” She asked with a big smile on her face that put Michael on guard even more. That smile looked way to fake.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m cleaning silly.” She giggled.
“Ok, but why are you throwing my magazines away? I still use them.” Yente rolled her eyes.
“Michael some are three months old, besides they were lying on the floor and it looks messy.”
“But I still use the cheat codes in them and they were lying like that for months! You never complained before.”
“Well it’s about time it gets cleaned up then. Now I want you to do the laundry, vacuum the floor, wash the dishes and clean the windows.” Michael gaped at her.
“Are you nuts! I just got back from work!”
“I know.” She turned around and started to dust the TV. “And don’t forget to take out the trash.”
‘Ok.’ Michael thought. ‘Enough is enough.’ He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to the couch.
“Hey! What are you doing?” Yente asked as he pushed her down on the couch. He stood in front of her and looked down on her.
“And now you’re going to tell me what the fuck is going on!” Yente sighed.
“My dad is coming for a visit.” He looked surprised.
“Your dad? But I thought he didn’t want to see you anymore.” She shrugged.
“So did I.”
“Ok but this does not explain your sudden cleaning spree.”
“My dad always finds something to complain about. Something I’m not doing right, according to him.” Michael sighed and sat down next her.
“When is he coming?”
“In two weeks.”
“Two weeks? He’s coming in two weeks and you’re already cleaning up?” he looked at her, wondering if maybe she lost it. She nodded.
“Hopefully I have enough time to get it clean enough.” Michael was getting worried. She never behaved like this before.
“Honey, you don’t have to let him come. He’s hurt you enough, If you don’t want to see him just tell him that.” Yente snorted.
“It’s not that simple.”
“Sure it is.” He grabbed the phone and handed it to her. “Just call him up and say you don’t want to see him.” She looked at the phone not sure what to do. “Look.” Michael said softly. “I know how you feel…”
“No you don’t!” Yente interrupted. “You will never understand how I feel! You don’t even know your…” She fell silent. Michaels eyes hardened.
“Know what?” He hissed. “My father?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“No. But you wanted to!” Yente placed her hand on his arm, but he pulled away.
“Look.” She said looking down. “Lets just forget about cleaning and order some pizza, or something.” Michael stood up.
“Do whatever you want. I don’t care.” He walked to the front door.
“Wait.” Yente called standing up to. “Where are you going?”
“Out.” He answered harshly. She ran after him and placed her hand on his shoulder.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. You know I get crazy when my dad’s involved.” Michael had his hand on the doorknob and turned to look at her sideways. “Please forgive me.” He heard her whisper softly. He closed his eyes tightly and sighed.
“I’m not sure I can.” With that he walked out the door, leaving a crying Yente behind.
It was well beyond midnight when Michael returned. The house was dark and Yente wasn’t in the living room. He eventually found her lying on their bed. Sleeping with his pillow in her arms. He softly sat on the bed and looked at her. She was so beautiful. He wished she could see just how beautiful she was. He loved her so much, it was almost painful. But when she said those words it felt like she had put a knife through his heart. He knew she didn’t mean them and deep down he also knew he would forgive her. He needed her to much, he just needed some time alone to realize that.
He gently stroked her cheek. She groaned and groggily opened her eyes, but as soon as she realized who woke her, her eyes widened.
“Michael?” She whispered.
“Hi.” He smiled gently. She sat up.
“Michael, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…” He silenced her by placing a finger on her lips.
“Shhh. It’s ok. I’m not mad.” He pulled his finger away and gave her a small kiss. “I know you didn’t mean what you said. Yente sighed in relieve.
“Good for a moment I was afraid I had lost you for good.” Michael laid down on the bed and pulled her on top of him.
“Don’t worry. You can’t get rid of me that easily.” She chuckled and kissed his lips.
“Good.” She sat back up and lifted the edges of her nightgown. “But I still should make it up to you.” She said before lifting it over her head. Michael smirked and let his eyes travel over her naked flesh.
“Well I won’t make any objections to that.” Then his stomach growled. Yente laughed.
“Well your stomach does.” She slid of the bed and grabbed her nightgown of the ground.
“Hey!” Michael objected. “What about my make up sex?” Yente rolled her eyes.
“It will have to wait. I’m going to make us some food.” Michael sighed.
“Ok. But you don’t need this.” He said as he grabbed her nightgown.
“Hey! Give that back.” Michael held it above his head and watched with interest as her breasts bounced up and down while she tried to reach it. “Michael give it back right now! Or you can forget about dinner!”
“We’ll see about that.” He smirked as he threw the night gown on the bed. Yente yelped as he grabbed her and lifted her over his shoulder.
“Michael put me down, right now!” He slapped her behind.
“Be quiet. You’re going to cook for me looking that. You owe me.” Yente sighed.
“Great. My boyfriend is a pervert.” Michael chuckled as he walked out the bedroom with her still on his shoulder.
“No more then you.”
Yente smiled as she watched him eat his steak like he hadn’t eaten in 2 days. If there was one thing Michael enjoyed it was eating. She sighed and looked down at her salad. Right now she really wished she wasn’t on a diet. He heard her sigh and looked up.
“Do you want some of my steak?” Yente shook her head and continued eating her salad. Michael frowned. He really couldn’t understand why she had to go on a stupid diet she looked fine to him. She wasn’t super skinny, but she wasn’t fat either. To him she was perfect, but he knew that saying anything about it wouldn’t help, so he just kept his mouth shut.
“I answered my dad’s email.” Michael stopped eating.
“What did you say to him?” she shrugged.
“That I didn’t want to see him. and wished no further contact with him.” He nodded.
“Maybe it’s for the best, you’re obviously not ready to confront him yet.”
“So you told your father you didn’t want to see him anymore?” Jenny asked as she closed her locker. Yente nodded.
“Yeah. Mike was right I’m not ready to talk to him yet. It still hurts to much.” Jenny looked at her sad friend and gave a small smile.
“Hey, cheer up. Things will get better. At least things at school have calmed down.” Yente sighed.
“Yeah, for now. But I have a bad feeling.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know.” She shrugged. “Like this is just the eye off the storm and the worst is yet to come.” Jenny chuckled.
“Stop being so pessimistic. Things like this blow over.” Yente looked at her skeptically.
“I’m not so sure about that. But lets not talk about it anymore. It’s depressing.” She put her books in her locker and closed it. “Let’s go find the guys I want to eat my lunch. And I want to get at the mess hall before Mike eats everything up.” Jenny laughed.
“Well in that case, we better hurry.”
Mi ke let out an annoyed sigh as he looked at Yente’s plate, that was only filled with a small salad. Even Jenny looked at her strangely.
“You really don’t need to diet, Yente. That stupid girl in gym class was lying, You’re not fat.” Mike frowned.
“Wait a minute. You’re on a diet because some stupid girl called you fat?” Yente glared at Jenny who suddenly found her food very interesting.
“That’s not the reason I’m on a diet.” Yente answered not looking at him. “I just felt I needed to loose some weight.” Mike growled, grabbed her plate and filled it with half of his macaroni and cheese.
“Hey! what do you think you’re doing?”
“Shut up and eat. You’re going to stop this diet shit and eat like a normal person. Even if it means I have to shove it down your throat!” Yente glared at him.
“You can’t tell me what to do!” He glared right back.
“Watch me!” he hissed. “Now eat!” Yente sighed and looked down at her plate. She was pretty hungry and she did like macaroni and cheese. She shrugged and started to eat with relish.
“I talked to my mom the other day.” Yente swallowed and looked up.
“About what?”
“About moving in with you.”
“Well? What did she say?” Mike smirked.
“She said it was ok and that she was starting to wonder when I was finally moving all of my junk out of the house.” Yente chuckled.
“So when are we moving all of that junk out of her house?”
“Well most of my stuff Is already at your house and I thought we could get the rest of my clothes, my TV and my computer this weekend.”
“I already have a computer. We don’t need two. Why don’t you just give it to your sister?” Mike frowned.
“No.” He said stubbornly. Yente rolled her eyes.
“Come on Mike. You know there isn’t enough room for 2 computers. Besides my computer is faster then yours.” Mike looked at Tom.
“What about you, Tom. Do you need a computer?” Tom looked at Yente’s glaring eyes and gulped.
“Uhm… No thanks, Mike. I’m good.”
“Jenny?”
“Leave me out of this please.” She answered without looking up from her lunch.
“Damn.” He grumbled.” Yente smirked.
“Great it’s settled then. Chelsea gets your computer.” She looked at her frowning boyfriend and chuckled. He looked so adorable with that pout on his face. “And for being so nice to your sister, I will reward you later.” Michael looked up.
“Really?” He asked trying to sound disinterested, but failing miserably. “How exactly?” Tom cleared his throat.
“Before you answer that, I would like to remind you that some of us are still eating.” Yente laughed and leaned in to whisper in Mike’s ear.
“I’ll tell you later.” Mike sighed.
“Ok.” He gave in. “But it better be worth it.” She pressed her lips against his.
“Isn’t it always?” She whispered against his lips.
“Oh man.” Tom groaned. “I Think I just lost my appetite.” Yente shrugged . she grabbed his plate and started eating. “Hey! that’s my food!”
“Well you didn’t want it anymore and I’m hungry.” Michael laughed. Glad things were back to normal.
Michael slowly opened his eyes. He took in his surroundings and smiled. Ever since the first time he met Yente, he had dreamed of sharing his live with her. And now after two and a half years, his dream had mostly come true. They were living together. There were only two things he still wanted. Marriage and children. But they had enough time to fulfill those dreams.
He turned around and looked at her. ‘she looks so peaceful.’ He thought as he gently brushed her hair out of her face. ‘It’s almost a shame to wake her up.’ He softly squeezed her breast and smirked. ‘Almost, but not quite.’ His other hand slowly traveled downwards.
“Wake up, princess.” He whispered softly in her ear while rubbing his hard-on against her. “It’s time to please your master.” Yente groaned and opened her eyes. Michael’s hand, in the meantime had reached it’s destination and started to rub her clit.
“What do you wish me to do master.” Yente asked in a half moan. He moved on top of her.
“For now I just want you to lie here and scream my name as I bring you to orgasm after orgasm.”
“Ooooohhh, Yes master.” He bend down to kiss her, but just as their lips were about to meet, the insistent ringing of the doorbell sounded throughout the apartment. Both cursed.
“Were we expecting someone?” Michael asked sitting back up. Yente shook her head.
“Not as far as I know.” He shrugged.
“Lets ignore it.” He bend back down, but then the doorbell rang again. Michael sighed in annoyance. “I swear, if those are Jehovah’s I’m asking them in for an orgy. He growled and slid of the bed.
“Ewww, that’s disgusting.” Yente laughed. “If you do that, you can count me out.”
“Whatever.” Michael shrugged he swiftly pulled on his jeans and walked out the bedroom. He walked to the front door and opened it still grumbling about being interrupted.
He had never met the two men standing on the other side, but he still recognized them from pictures Yente had shown him. His mood darkened even further.
“Hello.” The larger of the two men said. We are looking for my daughter, Yente, this is where she lives right?” For a moment Michael considered slamming the door in their faces. But then he stepped aside to let them in.
“Yeah I’ll go get her.” He walked them to living room.
“Oh Yente.” He called to the bedroom, barely able to contain his anger. “Look who came to visit you.” Yente walked out the bedroom wondering why her boyfriend sounded so angry. She gasped as she looked at the larger of the two men.
“Dad!”