This
work of
adult fiction, loosely based on
characters portrayed by Russell Crowe, includes adult language and
experiences;
you have been warned.No
copyright
infringement on the original work is intended. Copyright
Diana Walker 2007.
DIANA A one week honeymoon
wasn’t nearly long enough. Terry and I were quite
fortunate that we’d
seen most of the shows in Vegas that we’d wanted earlier in
the spring as we
rarely poked our heads out of the suite except for dinner.
Tawny was most accommodating at managing to
find us reservations each day and warning the restaurants to have take
out
boxes at the ready. We couldn’t keep our
hands off each other. I think we made it
all the way through dinner at the restaurant a couple of nights.
We ended up finishing dinner around midnight
most nights, sharing our unfinished meals sprawled on the bed.
That was a real indulgence for us as we
couldn’t do that at home – fighting off the dogs is
too much trouble. Terry’s maid groupies made us
their special
project; they became adept at rushing in when we left and having the
place,
read that the bed and bathrooms, cleaned and replenished before we
scrambled
back. We both lost weight that
week.
When Sunday came, we had to
re-enter our real lives. Terry had to climb back on a plane,
and I stayed
behind to finish up at Nellis. I was
left wishing for one more day, but then it really didn’t
matter when he left;
I’d still be wishing for more time. “Lady, play the
newlywed card as soon as you can. They’re the Air
Force. Deployments and leaving loved ones are
emotions you can use to your advantage.”
Terry hadn’t met the
officers I’d been dealing with at
Nellis. These are the privileged class,
even more than the entitled bunch at the Pentagon. Nellis Air
Force officers are involved in
research; I doubted they’d even missed a golf tee time
because of such a small
problem as world affairs. Separation
from a recent spouse would not
resonate with them.
“I’ll do
everything in my power to get back home to you as
soon as humanly possible.”
TERRY I’d spent my first
week back in the office making all the
myriad changes required of our new marital status. Diana was
now on my medical insurance; she
immediately saw a $550 increase in earnings per month with the change
in her
premium. That delighted her immensely.
Instead of paying for two
rarely used, individual
memberships at the country club, we now owned a couple subscription
with all
the club’s accompanying good wishes. I also
talked to the catering manager about their late summer and early fall
schedule;
we could have our choice of dates for the reception. It all
depended on when Diana returned from
Las Vegas. The Dallas reception could
most easily be held at the club as the majority of the in-town guests
on my
invitation list were already members there.
The Mansion on Turtle Creek could serve as housing for out of town
guests as it’s a five minute drive from the club down Preston
Road. It was just as well I was in
Dallas with Sooze as back up. Max and Sooze were kind enough
not to mention
my distracted state, but in actuality, Sooze was acting CEO during my
first
week back. Like any good adjutant, she
told me what decisions to make, offered me simple choices, used
Diana’s method
of the third option being the correct one, and clearly marked where I
should
sign, all whilst keeping a straight face.
Dino, on the other hand, was
entirely delighted to take the
piss with me. "Never knew a chapped
dick caused brain rot and nervousness."
I grinned at him.
"Easy
for you to say, Mate. As I recall, you
had three weeks straight with Ellie after the wedding." I
picked up the phone. "Perhaps I should call her to inquire
about your state."
He waved for me to replace the
phone in its cradle. "She'd have other things to
say." His grin disappeared, and he
spoke seriously. "Terry, you need
to try to get your head in the game.
Diana is yours. She understands
the business; you know hers – both of them, the barn and the
consulting. Both of you will be traveling a lot; get the
fuck over it. Your new life has
begun."
*
Dino had decided some hard
training was in order for Max,
him, and me and had organized an afternoon for us on a rural paintball
course. None of us had been on an extraction in
yonks, and we needed a tune-up. Ideally,
an exercise closer to combat conditions was in order. For the
quick decision made at 0900,
paintball at 1300 would have to do. We would
carry full packs, and even with the gym workouts, nothing replaces
suiting up. It was to be a simple five
mile, seek and destroy mission
that, because of our equally matched skills, turned into an all
afternoon
affair. I caught sight of Max a couple
of times early on as he melted in and out of the forest; Dino almost
made it
into my sniper’s nest. My position was high on the
hill with nice shrub cover near
a patch of tall grass overlooking the river bottom. I crawled
to the grass patch, standing the
tall grasses I’d disturbed back up as I went.
Dino or Max would have difficulty finding a trail I’d left to
my bower. Whilst I waited to take my shot at my
pursuers, I listened to the natural sounds about me. The seed
heads on the tall blades made a
distinct rustle with the air movement. I
truly couldn’t call it a breeze. A hawk
soared on a low thermal and turned towards me.
When she used precious energy to wing her way from me, I knew I was no
longer alone. I listened to the stronger
friction sound the seed heads made higher on the hill directly behind
me and
crawled to my secondary position.
Dino was crouched over the
crushed indentation where I’d
been. In one movement, I threw my arm
across his chest limiting his movement and dispatched him quietly with
the
paintball equivalent of a Leatherman knife, a filled balloon, to his
neck. The green paint I’d been issued looked like
bile dripping down his neck in slender rivulets. For good
measure, I drew my finger from the paint
pooling on the side of his neck round his neck and held him until it
had
dried. There could be no mistake that
Dino was truly dead though his eyes danced in lively conversation.
“You will NOT give
away my position by saying a word,
right?” He nodded, then shook his
head. I hadn’t given him the best
crafted question to answer. In actual
conditions, I wouldn’t be asking the corpse.
Trusting his good sportsmanship, I released my hold. He
rolled away from me with his head wobbling
loosely on his neck. He may have been
grinning; I didn’t wait to see. I headed
to where I’d last seen Max. Max and I tracked each other
all afternoon. It was a stealthy physical game of
chess. We were within 400 yards of the
finish when we met on opposite sides of a clearing in the brush.
I quickly looked round the small cedar tree
that provided me with negligible cover; Max was flat down with a bead
on me behind
one of the small, nameless bushes that eventually dry up and blow away.
Neither of us had a clean shot. We grinned, shrugged at each
other,
wordlessly declared a draw, and met in the centre with a handshake.
We jogged to the shack together to annoy
Dino.
Instead of the cold bottle of
water I expected, Dino handed
me my phone. “Tio, check your messages.
Diana never used to hunt you down this hard.”
WTF? It’s
second
nature for us to grab our phones like some security blanket after being
separated from them. Dino’s early
retirement from training had given him the jump on Max and me.
Why had Diana called Dino? Max’s connection had
gone through before mine. He was laughing.
“Sooze has also contacted me with the
message. Terry, please go home.”
Why do messaging systems and
computers seem to slow down the
more you want them to hurry? Nervous fingers
fumbling on the small buttons had nothing to do with it. “I’ll
clean your weapon and check it in for you. Tio, you
wouldn’t be worth shit in the
debrief. You can add your comments
tomorrow or the next, once you stop thinking with your little
head.”
Dino’s words barely
registered with Diana’s recorded voice
in my ear. “Boomer, this is your
wife.” She giggled. “I think
that’s the first time I said
that. I like it. The audit’s finished.
I’m on my way to McCarran. Mac says we’ve
run out of budget for the year
so I’m home until Congress gets off its ass.
I should be landing at Love Field at 3.”
It was already 1728. If I took
the back roads, I could be home in twelve minutes – eight
minutes if I picked
up Mark as an escort. It could be Gretchen
and his wedding present. Then again, the
Elliott’s could be moving cattle, and I wouldn’t
see home for two hours. “I’m going to
call Sooze to see if you had to
leave quickly. I’ll get a shuttle home
if I don’t hear from you. I love you.”
Diana hadn’t been
looking for me; she was her normal,
independent self though she did sound eager to see me. Sooze
had been the huntress. The sooner Diana and I were together,
the
sooner Sooze’s life would be back to normal.
I couldn’t blame Sooze for serving her self-interest.
“The day’s
been fun, Gentlemen. My wife’s waiting for me at
home.” I almost felt bad about
spraying them with gravel as I
revved the Porsche out of the car park.
Almost, but not quite. I had
Missy Elliott on the line; I was requesting the day’s cow
report.
DIANA Terry bounded up the steps,
swept me up in his arms over my
protestations, and carried me over our threshold, wiping his camo paint
over my
face with our enthusiastic kisses. Terry
carried me into our home with passionate kisses, calling me
“woman of the
house.” Why would I protest such a
romantic gesture? The dogs were in the
house until Terry opened the door wide to maneuver the both of us
through it –
‘were’ being the operative word here. By the time Terry had set me
back on my feet, Holly and Okie
had made a quick tour of the front yard and had returned to
Terry’s ripe scent. The dogs greeted him as if he
was the one
who’d been gone forever. After all, I’d
been home for all of an hour. Holly’s
greeting was understandable; after all, Terry is her person.
Okie, well Okie cannot pass up new smells,
and Terry had a bundle. Before the dogs could become
bored sniffing around Terry’s
legs, I grudgingly took my hand from Terry’s sweaty,
sun-burned neck and pushed
the door closed. My homecoming was
perfect as was the real start to our married life.
*
“Tell me.”
I had to laugh again.
We’d done a lot of that planning the Dallas reception, what
little there
was. The toughest thing we had to do was
decide who to invite. We had over 600
people on our original individual lists.
Terry had tried to think for me; I had people on my list who were
primarily his. Once we merged the lists
and eliminated the duplications, we had a more manageable number
somewhere near
300. “I think
I’m suffering from wedding ennui. We’re
already married, yet we’re hip deep
planning another reception. I’m tired of
it. I want to be married and have all
this behind us.” “It could be
worse.”
I pulled away from him in
horror. “How?”
“We could be
engaged, and Max would have you living at The
Gate. We’d be forced to elope to Vegas
…. Wait.
We’ve already done that.”
The boxes of invitations
loomed on the dining room
table. Addressing them appeared to be an
overwhelming task, but the deadline for sending them was three days
away. We’d once again commandeered TEO’s
conference
room and all available hands to dispatch them.
Thank God, it was summer vacation for the girls, Nona and Dolores, so
Reags and I had extra help; I had a temporary help agency on stand by
to bring
in extra hands if it started looking like the four of us
couldn’t finish. I really felt like pulling
together the Vegas
wedding was easier than this. The task
was almost too much for me to bear. I
wanted to cry, but I laughed instead. “We have to finalize
the invitation list tonight.”
“Yes, we do, but not
right now, Lady.” Terry closed the laptop on the
coffee table. Okie grumbled when Terry pulled me up from
the floor where I’d been sitting between his legs with
Okie’s head on my
lap. Holly hopped down from sleeping
next to her favorite person in the world to let Terry and I sit
together. “What’s wrong?
It’s more than reception blues.”
“I don’t
know.” His
hand slid under my t-shirt, and his thumb started making lovely
circles, the
light kind that seem like an electrical charge jumps between his
fingers and
wherever he’s touching. “You really
don’t want me to think about this, do you?”
The circle stopped mid-way,
and his thumb pressure increased
then his index finger, middle finger, and ring finger, each in turn.
He gave me that benevolent smile that makes
me want to slap him every so often.
Tonight was one of them.
“Chocolate.
You need
chocolate immediately and then a proper root.
Diana, you’re ovulating.”
“How do you
know?”
“I have a keen
survival sense; I pay more attention to your
moods than you do. You become weepy, as
much as you allow yourself to, and small tasks that normally are easy
for you
become major events. You eat more
chocolate or crave crisps, and your libido spikes, much to my
pleasure.”
He put me on my feet, walked
me to the kitchen (we really
have become quite proficient walking as one person with me in front of
him), rummaged
in the pantry for God knew what, and turned in triumph. He
held up a crinkled bag of Hershey’s Toll
House chocolate drops. “My emergency
stash should Fudgie Nut Brownie ice cream not be in season.
We need to eat them straight away. They expire,” he
looked at the date, “soon.”
We had a bit of a tug of war
with the bag. Everything we did these days was
foreplay. Each time I pulled on the bag,
I was drawn in closer to him. When he
tugged the bag away from me, his strength made me take a step towards
him. We were both giggling when I wanted to see the
date, and Terry was bound and determined not to let me. He
held the bag in his outstretched arm above
us. I stretched up to reach for it. Rubbing against
him gave me evidence that
once again this playtime would end with the good root Terry had
promised
me. A bag of chocolate functioned as a
sex toy.
“How soon is
‘soon?’”
Not only was I talking about expiration dates but whether we would make
it to the bedroom. I was rather hoping
the kitchen floor wasn’t in his plans as it needed a good
mopping.
“I promise not to
poison you, but you may need a quarter of
the package for its full effect. I’ve
eaten rations that have been farther out of date.”
He fed me one or two of the drops at a
time. I finally wrested the package from
him with a sneak attack; its freshness date was three months ago.
I handed him back the bag with a smile. To humor the man who
pays such close
attention to me, I ate from his hand when really all I wanted to do was
pour a
handful and scarf them down as I normally do when I have a chocolate
craving
and he’s not home to see. What the hell.
We’re
married now; he’s stuck with me. I held
out my hand and uttered the oft repeated phrase, “More,
please.” God bless Oliver! He shook five into
my palm with a
disbelieving shake of his head, and I popped them into my mouth.
He gave me ten the next time, and they were
gone in seconds, but Terry had a taste with his insistent kiss.
He folded the bag’s top as I looked on
hungrily. He believes he’s safe for the
moment as he stashed the bag behind the container of dried beans.
He led me past the couch.
I tugged him back. “Work then
play. We can’t have any ‘do
overs’ on
the invitations. It’s not good form to
rescind an invitation.” He grunted in
discontent. I had no idea how much my
hormones meant to him.
We settled back in to finish.
I still had a major issue to discuss. “My
cousins.”
“Who are your
cousins again?” I highlighted the problematic ones
in yellow
and the others in pale blue. It was five
families, a total of 17 people. “And why
are we discussing them again?”
“We will have an
eclectic group at the reception. Because of TEO
we’ll have a few hoity-toity
types.” At his raised eyebrow, I
expanded my thought. “We’d just climbed
back into the good graces of the social elite before we married.
Some of them will still be thinking of me as
a gold-digging slut. They’ll always
think of me in that way no matter what we do.
This party will consolidate the company’s position for the
rest of
Dallas society and your clients. All of
TEO’s principals are now settled. Only
Reags, Ellie, Sooze, and I know what madmen you really are, and
we’ll never
tell.
“On the other hand,
weddings are for families. Some of my cousins may feel out of
place
rubbing shoulders with Dallas’ finest. I
don’t want my family to feel uncomfortable.
They’ll be so outnumbered.”
“I
believe you’ve answered your own concern.
Don’t you think the Thibault’s and
Birchfield’s have a crazy Aunt Sally
somewhere in their family trees? Or one
branch of the family who lives in a double wide caravan somewhere on
the
family’s land? And what of Reags’
alcoholic father? “After what they put
you through and the support we’ve
received since then, NO ONE would dare put a foot amiss to any unknown
person
at our wedding reception for fear of offending you. Your
cousins are safe.
“Wait until you meet
the Oz relations you’ve married. We’re
bound to have a dust-up or two. I’d prefer it if my
bride wasn’t involved; I
might need your nursing care when I separate Uncle Ryan and Uncle John
or Garreth
and I get into it.
“Anything else we
need to finish before TEO is reception
central for the next few days?” As I shook my head, I ran
through the immediate
requirements. I had new fountain pens
and black ink for everyone, extra paper the same weight as the
envelopes for
Dolores and Nona to practice their penmanship, rolls of stamps.
I needed to add one thing to my supply
sack. Chocolate.
TERRY The country club worked well
for a venue. The social season did not begin in earnest
for a month after our plans. The
catering staff could use our do as a trial run for the coming season.
As we were essentially
recreating the food we’d served at
our first wedding reception, we had no choices to make there.
They would be served as hors d’ oeuvres. The cake
would be copied from the Lizotte
picture; Diana would finally have her boysenberry filling. A
bar is a bar, but to handle the crowd, we
would have three in the ballroom.
Vickie at Appletree has
designed a small centerpiece for
each of the tables with a single Black Magic rose in it as she does not
believe
there are enough Black Magics in Ecuador to cover our needs.
Diana and I have begun to think of this
reception as a party that we will host.
This time we are adamant we will stay for more of it than we did with
the first one. To further that goal,
Reags will help Diana out of her gown and into her party dress once the
receiving line duties are completed.
Reags does not trust either of us to return quickly; she’s
probably
correct. The Groome’s are
coming; Henry will travel with them. East will bring Renee.
The Oz contingent will wait for us to arrive
there. Mum does not feel up to the trip
on her own, and Dorrie can’t get away.
Neither Garreth nor Allan is all that fond of flying. Garreth
may not be able to afford the trip,
and he’s much too proud to accept my help.
All of Diana’s cousins are coming to inspect the man who
finally tamed
her. If they only knew the truth. She will not be
tamed, nor do I wish her to
be, but I’m now assured I have her heart.
Diana and I were now to the
point of actually planning what
will happen at the party. “Will you want Max
and Bill in the receiving line as well?” I thought
I had phrased that well. “As long as we
circulate, we won’t need a receiving
line.” Testy.
“As the hosts of
this shindig, we will have to welcome the guests.
They will all want to wish us well, and we’ll save time by
standing by
the door.” That should appeal to her
time-saving nature. “How will we
entertain them while we do the Wal-Mart greeter
routine?” I think she’s joking.
“What do you think about having the DVD of
the wedding shown?”
Bad idea. I think
it’s a very bad idea, but my sense of survival kicks in, and
I hold my
tongue. I’ll call in the big gun.
*
“Reags, Love!
How are
you?” The stress is showing in my
accent. Reags will take pity on me. “Terry!
It’s so good
to hear from you. Emily and I are well,
but you know that already. Max brought
in the weekly batch of photos yesterday, and I heard all your
responses.”
As I was in my office with the
door closed, I allowed myself
the luxury of a full grimace. My
comments regarding portions of Em’s dinner in
Reags’ hair had been ill-advised.
“Mea culpa and my
deepest apologies.” Groveling will be an acceptable
tactic here.
“Why are you
apologizing?
I am considering going punk with a green streak in my hair from your
comment. You do know I’m kidding,
right?”
“The punk look might
not be amiss for upcoming events.”
“Trouble?”
She did
not sound unduly alarmed.
“A small matter
about the reception where I could use your
help. Please talk Diana out of showing the
DVD of the wedding. She wants to use it
as entertainment whilst our guests arrive.”
Reags silence was interminable.
I was grateful when she finally began
questioning me. “What were your
objections? And how did Dee counter them?”
“I find a church
ceremony ought to be kept in a more …sacred
setting. Our wedding was for us, our
close friends, and family. You know as
well as I that the Dallas Morning News will have snoops in the wait
staff. I don’t fancy having the wedding on the Net
once the News gets their hands on it. It
simply seems inappropriate.”
“Tacky?”
“Quite.”
“What did Dee say,
or did you have this conversation last
night and she hasn’t had a shower yet this morning?”
“The subject was
brought up last night.”
“Well?
What did she
say about your objections?”
How can I best tell the family
consigliore of my cowardice?
“I didn’t. I took a page from my
own groom’s wedding planning book and said nothing.
I thought you would be the best person to
dissuade her. You’ve been through three
weddings together now. She’ll listen to
you.”
“Two weddings, Terry.
Only two. Yours was planned by
the time I got there. All I had to do
was show up, wear a dress, and keep Emily occupied.
“I’ll give
you the same piece of advice I gave Dee. You’re on
your own now. What happens
between you and Dee now is yours. It has been for a long time.
Jesus, Terry!
You two talk about everything! I
can’t believe something as small as reception details has
caused you to quail.
“I’m not
going to be involved in this. Particularly if you
haven’t even tried to
solve this on your own. If you end up
having all of Dallas hearing you say you’ll obey Dee,
that’s your problem. I’ll be sure that
part of your vows has some
audio enhancement.”
Big gun, indeed.
Little did I know the gun would be pointed at me.
*
I came to terms with my
reticence on the drive home. I’d taken a page from
my groom’s book of
weddings. I was no longer a groom; I’m
now a husband with an equal partner. My
new status afforded me greater liberties and responsibilities.
I also had my battle plan for
eliminating the wedding DVD firmly
in mind when Diana and the dogs met me at the door. She had
just come from the barn with her hair
still damp where her helmet had been; she was beautiful, and I needed
my hands
in her hair whilst I kissed her more than hello.
“I missed you
today,” she gasped out whilst removing my tie.
“Did you,
now?” I’m
most amazed at how nimble her fingers are at unbuttoning my shirt and
her lips
are at following her fingers.
“I
called.” Diana was
a bit garbled with our lips joined as they were. I believe
that was when our shirts landed on
the floor. I’ve no doubt the little
bugger will make a bed in them.
“Your line was
busy.”
For all her earlier haste, Diana was taking an excruciatingly long time
with
my belt and trousers. She seemed to have
a sense of each jump my trouser clad cock would make was there with a
touch. The satisfying clunk of my keys
on the hallway’s hardwood floor sounded where my trousers
finally fell.
“You might have left
a message.” Her riding bra landed near
the bed. I finally had her naked breasts against me,
but only for a moment. She had to turn
from me to find the boot jack inside the back door.
My hard cock had more than sufficient
friction with her bum rubbing against it with her movement in removing
her
boots. Kissing her neck gave me the
added view of where her tan ended across her breasts which now could
lie in my
hands available for the soft strokes that drive her wild. Once her boots were off, she
turned back to me, and we became
at cross purposes as to the speed with which her riding pants and
knickers came
off. Diana was of a mind to slowly let
my cock feel her skin revealed. I felt
every centimeter of her skin down to her mound as she peeled the
sweaty,
stretchy fabric down. When the waist was
half way down her thighs, she spread her legs and took my cock between
them
before finishing rolling them and her riding knickers off.
The loveseat seemed to be within reach to
simply lean to it and allow gravity to take its course. I
dropped her a foot off the seat, and she
bounced a bit on the stiff cushions, giggling all the while.
I landed on my hands and knees to keep from
crushing her, doing my own fair bit of giggling that my smooth move had
actually worked.
Diana smiled up at me before I
was fully inside her and
tossed a yarn dog toy from beneath her back.
“Your other girlfriend’s.”
“Can’t
have that.” Diana scooted away from me so
she could have her back
against the far arm and gave me sufficient room on the small sofa.
She guided me back in and once again I am
struck by overwhelming awe of having her in my life.
“I love you, Lady.”
“This is what was
really on Goya’s mind when he was
painting.” She brought her arms from my
shoulders to behind her head and draped a leg over the sofa back
opening
herself fully to me with the added benefit of tightening herself on my
cock
only with the way she held herself for me.
Her pose also thrust her breasts upwards asking for my touch.
Her sighs ended.
Diana
stopped breathing and started her small ‘Ugh, ugh,
ugh” that starts at the back
of her throat and drops to the center of her throat and becomes a
single, deep,
guttural ‘Unnnngh’ as she shakes in my arms.
My own rhythm stops; I push deeper, and empty myself into her.
Her eyes were half-closed in
her satisfaction with a
semi-smile she gets when she is particularly spent from her orgasm.
“I love you, Boomer.” DIANA I’d been headed to
the shower for one of those wonderful
couple showers I love giving Terry. The
kind where sensuality is primary and sex sprouts from it. We
touch and caress and learn each other’s
bodies anew. I can’t complain that the
love seat got in the way, but we both needed a cleansing shower now.
I’ve lived here so
long I know how to turn the water knobs
for the perfect temperature
shower. Terry stood at the far end with
my hand in his, and I stood sideways beside the cold spray until the
warm water
made it through the pipes and wouldn’t startle either of us.
I didn’t want either of us to be jarred from
the wonderful post-coital haze we had.
Terry nabbed the shower gel
first and began soaping me. I won’t start on his
shower until he’s
finished with me; I want to concentrate on the amazing feelings he
gives
me. Of course, once he begins washing my
crotch, he’ll have to support me for a while after his
wonderful fingers make
me cum, but he knows that.
He’s washing my
shoulders and giving me a wonderful massage
to boot when he asked, “What did you want to say today when
you called?”
He began working on my neck.
I’d answer him if I could talk. “Hmm? Tell
me,
Diana. I promise not to drown you no
matter what you say.”
It’s an effort not
to slur my words; he has me that
relaxed. “I started thinking about how
to keep our guests entertained during the arrivals. We had
some classical music on while I worked
Jack, and it dawned on me how mellow it made us. Instead of
the DVD, how about we have a
string quartet to play during ….” I bent
my head forward to encourage Terry to work on the spots on my neck
where my
skull ends and neck begins. It would
also be easier for him to snap it if he took exception to my changing
my mind.
He rubbed gently with laughter.
“That will be fine,
Lady.”
He tickled my ear with his tongue.
His cock had flagged with his agreement.
“You don’t
think it’s a good idea.” I tried to make
it a question but hadn’t
managed.
“Anything you want
to do is better than showing the
wedding. I didn’t agree last night, but
your mood last night wasn’t conducive to me saying
anything.” He carefully turned me in his arms, well
aware of how slippery the tub can be with soap, and held my arms by my
side. “I’d
planned how to convince you to change your mind on the
way home. None of them included rooting
you boneless and a shower. I’ll have to
keep that in mind for future use. Once
again you’ve destroyed my plans, and I love you for
it.” He kissed me gently. I still needed
his support to hold me, and he
hadn’t even started below my waist.
When I smiled, he released his
hold on my arms and let me
lay on him. He’d been protecting the
family jewels in case I hadn’t taken his admission well.
He loaded up with soap again,
and my boobs began getting the
lengthy attention that he enjoys. During
the summer, I have perpetual heat bumps where my bra lies under the
girls. Terry particularly enjoys when the heat rash
is so bad that I go braless under my t-shirts in the house.
He’s Johnny-on-the-spot to put Neosporin there.
Terry draped my arms around
his neck. The loving interest the girls were getting
changed and became almost clinical. His
gentle nipple fondle became a press. His
fingers made soft then firm circles spiraling outwards covering every
part of
each breast, from collar bone to heat rash, from armpit to cleavage.
He’s done that before. Now’s the time to
find out what the hell is
happening.
“What are you doing?
It’s almost like you’ve become a doctor.”
Both hands were giving my left
breast a deep massage. “I have – your
doctor. Who knows your breasts better than I? On
the off chance you aren’t doing your
monthly check, I do.” My lack of
checkups had been a topic of conversation more than once.
“Now that
I’m exposed, turn round, put your hands on the
wall, and let me check the sides.”
TERRY Diana did not have her wedding
carriage ride. That was the only wish she had that I could
not fulfill for her. The logistics did
not work. Her family arrived at the
reception en
masse, and
Diana did not have to introduce me to any of
them. They were all as she’d described
them.
Susan Giddell, better known as
Susie Que within the family. Diana had warned me that Susie
Que’s husband
probably wouldn’t come. She’d seen him
for a handful of family gatherings. Diana had told me
I’d know Susie Que by her jewelry. That I did.
Only one finger on each hand did not have at least one ring on it.
I didn’t care for Susan’s inspection of Diana
and her wedding gown; there was a hint of disdain in it.
There was not a hint of fashion sense
emanating from Diana’s cousin. Susie Que
found Bill and Nancy almost immediately upon leaving us and never left
their
side.
Jillian Rodgers, Susie
Que’s more flamboyant sister. I’d not
seen paisley bat-wing sleeves since
…ever. Jill was quick to gush
compliments and flirted with every man in the room. I thought
back to Maxie’s initial mixer at
the loft. He was still as uncomfortable
with conniving women and was only rescued when Reags and Ems came to
his aid. He’s finally realised a man with his child
in
his arms invokes the ‘Aww Factor’ from women and
discourages their advances.
Diana had described Charlyn
Otey as clearly Indian, Choctaw
tribe, with ‘the most beautiful grey hair.’
The words Diana had used to describe Charlyn showed a great deal of
respect for her. Charlyn, I couldn’t
imagine calling her anything else, was quite reserved and, as such, had
every
prominent politician in the room vying for her attention.
Donnie Bruce, the man
Diana’s father had much maligned and
Charlyn’s brother, reminded me of a Choctaw happy Buddha.
He was quick to laugh, stopped speaking when
someone else began even though Jill had interrupted him with her sudden
reappearance, and seemed completely nice.
He and his wife seemed well suited to each other; she’s the
live wire of
the two.
Diana had offered Pamela Bruce
as my smoking companion. Pam smokes like a fiend and drinks
coffee
constantly. Diana had told me of how
proud she was of Pam’s hard fought sobriety; Diana had warned
me of Pammy’s
conservative politics. Diana had not
seen Pammy’s political evolution. I’d
call her a full-fledged capitalist these days, politics be damned.
Lady had no need to worry
regarding her family. They are typical.
