A sip of Wine and a sip of Water

This lemon is based on Digimon, however, it does not relate to any direct series. This lemon involves adult situations and should not be viewed by anyone under the age of 18.

Includes Renamon

Written by Casey Ray C.

Chapter 4 Ever lose something you try looking every where you can think of and not find it? Try losing the only thing close enough to you to call family or is it friend.

ALONE AGAIN

Introduction

Ever since Casey… disappeared (I’m not sure if he died or not and I won’t be convinced until someone shows me his corpse) that day I’ve had to get a job to keep things under control. It’s so lonely here in such a big house with out anyone else. I got a job for two main reasons. Reason one: need for money. Reason two: to get out of the house.

Well today’s my first day at my new job. I lost my last one to some jerk who wouldn’t leave me alone… (He put his hand on my ass, so I put him through a window) my manager wasn’t too pleased but what the hell I hated that place anyway looking back on it…, I’d do it again too.

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“Damn I’m late!” I yelled as I rushed to the car.

It felt pretty odd to me to park Casey’s Zonda with all these… lower class cars. “Heheheh.” I remember him explaining the difference between his car and the normal ones at the time I wasn’t really paying that close attention to what he was saying because I never thought I’d even get to drive it, “heh,” not “his baby”.

As I walked in the door there was a skinny man with blond hair, brown eyes, and in a suit looking rather pissed blocking my way.

“You’re late.” He said with an unamused look.

“I’m sorry… *I looked at his name tag* Sam.” I said looking at the floor.

“*sigh* it’s your first day so I’ll cut you some slack.” He said warily as he directed me back through the building.

“Any way that’s your cubicle to the right, if you need any help mine is over here,” he said pointing the opposite direction, “anyway, go on and get to work, I’ll cover for you this time, but if it happens again it’s on you.” said Sam walking back to his cubical.

“Alright and thanks,” I said to be polite.

Man this is so boring, well at least the pay is good here… I thought to myself as I typed in the code as it read in the books and logs on my desk.

By the time lunch came around I was the first out of the building, and generally last to re-enter it. Just to get out of that awful place was like getting out of hell… for thirty minutes. When the day finally ended I felt so tired I almost wanted to quit then and there, but on the way out Sam caught me by the arm and asked how my first day was. “It was ok,” I replied, “kinda boring though.”

“Oh? heh bring in a cd player and some head phones tomorrow, you’re allowed to do that you know, otherwise I would have killed myself by now,” Sam laughed.

Back to that hell comment, looks like someone tossed me an ice cube. Wonder how Casey got by. He couldn’t stand doing this kinda stuff… so what did he do? I pondered. I started laughing and found myself doing a rather impressive impression of Casey Ray, “Rena you know I can’t stand sitting still more than a moment,” I mimicked giggling. Thinking about Casey didn’t really make me sad anymore, because the way I see it he’s not dead just out of touch at the moment, besides I knew if he WAS dead he wouldn’t want me to be sad. “Even when you’re not around, you’re still there to help me,” I said with a sigh and smiled softly.

When I got home I immediately went to get out of my work clothes. I switched on the radio and striped off the clothes as fast as I could. “Man how can Casey stand to wear these damn things?” I said to myself tossing a button up business shirt across the room. (Having a full fur coat and wearing a suit… can you say heat stroke?).

After a while I drew a hot bath and got in. The caress of the warm water on my body felt so good, it had been a while since I had time to take a bath instead of just a shower. It was so relaxing, comforting me and loosening my muscles, and before I knew it I was out cold. I had a dream. I had a dream about Casey…, in my dream we were in the main room of the mansion but there was no ceiling just white. The dream was odd though for some reason he’d go some where and oddly enough he’d step back into the room from the other side and from a seemingly impossible way. I don’t really remember what he said to me, though he was talking in full voice it seemed like he was whispering and I could barely hear him. About the only time I made out fully what he was saying is when he disappeared behind a column and after a moment reappeared behind me. He hugged me from behind and gave a soft chuckle when he saw I was blushing. He didn’t stop there either after a moment he put his mouth up by my ear and what he said next I heard loud and clear. This time he did whisper, rubbing up against me he said… “I’m coming home Rena.” There was so much I wanted to say but I couldn’t find the words. He turned me around slowly, gently, when I was facing him I looked into his eyes, I couldn’t look away. He moved closer and kissed me slowly letting his hands slide down my waist; my heart was racing so fast I thought my heart would explode. He guided me to the floor, I went willingly but I got scared and closed my eyes as he slipped of his jeans. He pressed his erection against my pussy but didn’t go in. instead he asked me, “are you ready Rena?” I still couldn’t speak so I just nodded; he lowered himself down on me and put one hand on my butt and the other massaging my right breast. I noticed I was breathing hard and had to fight to stay in control, again I felt it pressed against me, I found myself breathing hard again, this time faster and my breath was hotter than before I couldn’t stop myself this time, he drew back and… I woke up with a start, splashing some water out of the tub it had gone room temperature anyway, “NOW DAMNIT THAT’S NOT FAIR!” I growled, “at least that got my mind off work.” I pulled the plug on the drain, hopped out, dried myself off, and put on a bath robe. I wondered if it was more then a dream.

“Hmmmm what’s for dinner...? Sushi? No out of sticky rice. Lobster? No don’t have the money to go and get lobster... jambalaya?” *sigh* (In their time together it was a good thing that Casey also showed Renamon how to make so many different foods. anything from teriyaki style kabobs to top ramen or even pepper steak (that was always one of her favourites) =) so cooking wasn’t a problem for her.)

For dinner was a dish that Casey called Italian Fajitas, his best dish. The ingredients were simple but timing was crucial first you had to have premium quality stir fry steak, red wine, Casey’s seasonings, chives, green bell peppers, salt, pepper, cilantro, chilli powder, cooking oil, and finally malt liquor. The dish was a concoction he came up with while he was plastered – no surprise; it got its name merely for how much alcohol was involved. He cooked the meat first adding in the red wine as it cooked then the vegetables and spices in with the meat and added the malt for more flavour. Sadly though… no dice, it came out burned to a crisp, on the other hand it went better than the previous times I recalled Casey chasing me through the house with a fire extinguisher. With a shudder and a glance at the wok I was suddenly satisfied with my abomination of a success. “Fuck this, take out it is.” I beamed and went into the living room to place an order.

The next day I went back to work. “Not late this time huh?” I heard Sam ask from his desk.

“Nope thought I’d try to keep this job at least long enough to get the first week’s pay.” I said calmly walking to my desk.

Sam just started laughing. I really didn’t know why either, I was being completely serious. I figured I just didn’t understand humans as well as I previously thought.

“Whatever you say babe.” Sam said wiping the tears from his eyes and still giggling.

If all humans are like Sam then I’m glad Casey is weird. I thought to myself.

Two weeks later:

I had a little bit of extra money so I stopped at a gun shop and picked up a box of rounds for my mag-11 and entered the shooting gallery. There were all kinds of props of buildings and enemy dummies as well as civilian dummies this shooting gallery was a lot more complex than Casey’s out the back of the house and looked a lot more challenging

The rules were short and simple: three minute timer, the line up would automatically stop if you shoot more than 2 civilian dummies, got shot three times (lasers), the timer ran out, or you ran out of bullets.

A voice came from a megaphone hung from the ceiling:

“RANGE CLEAR?”

“STAGE SET?”

“LIVE AMUNITION, ONE HUNDREAD ROUNDS!”

“BEGIN!”

And with that the targets set into motion, one from the left, one from the right, both sides, front, behind, this was extremely addicting and I was really getting in to it. Clip after clip, I became a yellow blur as one after another the dummies fell to the ground.

Damn, I’m almost out of ammo and I was really getting into this too. I thought frowning.

The guy on the megaphone shouted all of a sudden:

“RANGE CLEAR!”

The manager of the gun shop and shooting range came out from the galleries control room eyes wide and mouth a gape.

“Aww hell, what did I do wrong?!” I asked thinking through the rules again,

“Damn hun - that was amazing, hundred rounds and you got ‘em all, you some kinda cowboy?!”

“Do I look like I wear a ten gallon hat pal?” I said perturbed by the ridiculous question,

“No, not that kinda cowboy, I mean a bounty hunter.” she couldn’t be, she doesn’t even know what a cowboy is. he thought.

“A bounty hunter, what’s that?” I said now wondering what he was getting at.

No chance in hell she could be a bounty hunter “A bounty hunter is a person who hunts down bad men and makes them pay for their sins.” He spoke as if he was talking to a child which really bugged me.

“Look if you’re here to insult me then I’ll be on my way otherwise get to the point.” I said loosing patience with the man.

“Ok… I know where such a fine marksman such as yourself could pick up fifty thousand dollars easy… but it’ll cost ya,” he said slyly suddenly eyeing me with great interest, and pissing me off. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and levelled the gun at his head “How much one or two bullets?” I asked, my eyes narrowed, really wanting to kill him.

“Ok I’ll talk I’ll talk!” He said hurriedly, “There’s a gun competition in a few days and the prize is fifty grand, it works just like this place too. Entrance fee is fifty bucks but I’m sure you could walk away with the prize.

“Thanks for the info.” I said smiling sweetly.

“D-don’t mention it….ever,” he said rubbing his throat

“Oh yeah by the way the gun was empty, you counted the shots yourself.” I said laughing on the way out the door. “Well that was fun, guess I got to get entered in that tournament then.”

(A few days later day)

“Wow.” There were tons of people out here for the competition. I hope I can do this, so many look like they could pose a problem for me…, so many different models of guns too.”

I made it through the preliminaries and most of the actual tournament no problem; I was in the final round when it got difficult. He was a middle aged English man in a fine emerald green suit, a brown derby on his head, dark green eyes, short brown hair, and had two old fashioned peacemakers in holsters on his legs he called himself James Tipper. It was so odd he had the same feeling surrounding him as Casey did, that laidback carefree yet stern when needed feeling…

“Excuse me madam are you the sure shot Miss Renamon I’ve been hearing ever so much about?” James said removing his hat with a grand bow,

He had a very a strong accent.

“Umm… I guess so,” I said kind of taken aback by his politeness.

“It shall be quite interesting to face an opponent of your calibre; I shall look forward to the next round.” He said, tipping his hat as he left.

(Over a loud speaker)

“THE FINAL ROUND IS ABOUT TO BEGIN RENAMON AND JAMES TIPPER REPORT TO THE GALLERY”

Both James and I got to the gallery at the same time. One of the employees walked over to the two of us and said: “there’s been a change in plan the judges decided to liven things up a bit, instead of shooting targets you two will duel with special bullets (paint bullets) kinda make you work a little bit harder for the prize you each have sixty bullets *hands them their bullets* first to be struck, surrender, or to run out of bullets will be disqualified. Other than that anything goes, good luck and may the best marksman win.”

“PARTICIPANTS TO YOUR POSITIONS!”

“READY?”

“BEGIN!”

The crowd cheered and with that; bullets started to fly, it was amazing I never thought a human could run that fast it was truly astonishing. I hid behind one of the fake building props and he behind an old wheel cart prop. After a few minutes of exchanging fire he made the mistake of charging me. I waited for him to come close, I got right in front of him, grabbed and held his arms wide, and planted my foot in the centre of his chest dropping him to the ground. “Sorry James this ends here.” I said smiling and pulled the trigger. I shot him in the chest and won the tournament… but I admit I hated to mess up that suit.

“AND THE WINNER OF THIS YEARS TOURNAMENT AND FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS IS…. MISS RENAMON!” it seemed like the crowd would never stop cheering. James caught me after the tournament and said. “Well I must say Miss Renamon you showed this old chap what for, good show, I must say that was the most fun I’ve had in years!” he said with another grand bow, “till we meet again Miss Renamon.” and left. I guess he just entered for the thrill…I thought.

It was odd I thought he would have been mad to lose but he seemed… happy…

“Humans are so damn weird.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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