generator's Federal Reserve note ; This story is a love affair, and the sex occurs towards the ending. Some might not like it for its lack of vicarious achromasia from the beginning to the very end. The verse form John ploughshare with Rachel ; `` fall"belongs to Emily Elizabeth II Dickenson, ( December 10, 1830 - May 15, 1886 ). She was an American poet. I chose it because it is my pet poem of Autumn and my favorite clip of year.

Bread and Butter

Beagle9690

September 2019

He served Twenty-seven years in the Marines, retiring as a Colonel at forty-five. The Marines tempered John the Divine as severely and thug as forged iron. He was respectfully known by about as iron McCord and not so fondly by other John Roy Major malfunction soul with LE costless epithet because he despises liars, cowards, and vaunter having spent most of his life history in combat zone.

John is a minimalist and frugal with himself. He planned, saved, and invested well to live on comfortably for the residue of his lifetime on his pension and dividends from his substantial investments.



During his twenty-four hour period in the corp, and always a valet, he considered most single women in social circumstance as trouble to be avoided whenever potential, aside to fill a man's hard-wired pauperization.

He was content with this transcription and enjoyed the freedom of being a bachelor. He had many amicable trysts ; with shall we say"right time gal"and avoided the long-run relationship with the marrying character of women.

Upon retirement, trick moved back home to the syndicate farm to animate, remodel, and upgrade the building on the old homestead. The most labour-intensive was striping and sanding, staining and varnishing the wide-wood level, woodwork, and clean-cut inside the farmhouse. The remodeling was almost unadulterated except for minor wiring and house painting in three of the four upstairs bedrooms.

The sparsely furnished room he was using were the kitchen, lavatory, and his chamber ; the rest were vacuous. In his bedroom was a king-sized bed, and to John, it was a decadent, although a much-appreciated luxury. The new oak bed, matching dressers ; Hudson River Bay woolen blankets, plus a midst and plush down comforter were a housewarming gift from his babe. There was also a mint garage-sale oak and red canvas director's professorship he picked up for a song. He had a second-hand version lamp beside a state-of-the-art shortwave radio on a perfectly right bedside maple table someone left at the bridle. There was an old wicker laundry basket by the radiator.

His nan's maple Colonial kitchen tabular array and chair were in the kitchen. almost of what he owned, which isn't much, was in storage in the small-scale barn.

Unfortunately, the new hot weewee cooler's heating element was bad, necessitating cold showers and boiling water on the stove for doing the smasher. John decided to reelect the tank, still under warranty, and install hot piddle on demand.

Saint John the Apostle was restless that March, and he didn't know why. He was finally home and back to his roots. He reconnected with many of his old classmates, friends, and neighbour who still lived in the area.

John decided he needed a adult female. His go was a month ago in Lake Erie, PA, with a hot, buxom, Melanerpes erythrocephalus real estate federal agent, in her other thirties ; Janet rock, recently divorced. Janet was heyday literal acres to plow. He plowed Janet that the entire weekend. Janet was also one hell of a Captain Cook and discreet. They both got what they wanted. I don't Tell ; you don't William Tell, and no cosmic string attached. They had a mutual concord."telephone call me when you are in town, John,"and he did, he called her on Tues, confirmed their tryst, and planned to labour there for a weekend of carnal delectation.

Unfortunately, the County road closed Th due to an intense lake effect snowstorm blowing in from Lake Lake Ontario. It was cold than the proverbial beldame's'uterus, and visibility at times was down to inches due to white-outs. According to the NOAA weather radar, there would be three feet or more than of blowing and drifting snow over the next three mean solar day.

The local anaesthetic are accustomed to these storms. They tried to outperform each other with exaggeration such as,"It was snowing and blowing so arduous I could barely see the speed indicator on the way to work."

It was around 1:00 AM. John was sound asleep when he awoke to his doorbell, ringing over and over. He jumped up from his bed cursing out the insane, idiot, who was out on a night like this, let alone waking him up and getting him out of his lovesome bed. He threw on a pair of blue jeans and hurried down the stair turning on the light source as he went and called out loudly, `` I hear you shit-head. Lay off the god tinker's dam doorbell, '' and it didn't stop ringing until he opened his threshold and she stumbled into his arms.

The new woman was shivering and mumbling something about driving into a ditch and appeared confused and disoriented. He noticed her ventilation was a bit shoal, and she showed signs of hypothermia.

There is no mystery here. This Whitney Young woman has no stage business being out on a Night like this drive in near-zero visibility, in conjunction with unploughed roads. Given these cue, it was easy to conclude she drove into a wayside drain ditch or culvert broad of weewee partially frozen with a thinly motion picture of ice covered by snow.

He gently picked her up and closed the door, ignoring the micro drifts of fluffy powder C. P. Snow that blew in with her. He then carried her to his bedchamber to remove all her cold, wet wearing apparel.

The zip fastener was stuck on her coat, and he had to ruin it to get it off, his twelvemonth of survival education and experience mandated her modesty was secondary to getting her warm.

Not understanding his aim, Rachel clumsily fought him and landed a glancing blow to his groin. John ignored the minor pain and her struggling and undressed her, being deliberate not to hurt her. He pinned her on the bed, realizing she had some indecorum with the martial arts from her attempted bang and beef.

He then pulled the blanket and down puff over them and held her close, sharing his body heat while holding and blocking her arms and legs. He talked quietly and soothingly, reassuring she was safe. As she became warm, Rachel's breathing became deep and regular. She relaxed, gathering her thoughts, resigned to her unusual situation and said firmly,"I'm fine ; you can let go of me now."

Saint John picked up her wet clothes and sneakers and left her alone for a time to get wonted to her surroundings while she lay quietly on the bed wrapped in the blanket and cozy down puff, realizing he was much stronger than her. Rachel also smiled as she contemplated how he talked to her as she struggled as if he was comforting a frightened patient.

Her thought were interrupted by two shiny green oculus staring up at her from the wickerwork basket on the floor. She sat up and pulled the mantle and comforter closer to her for protection until she realized the green eyes belonged to a large blue-tabby.

"Oh, hello,"she softly,"What a cute pool you are,"and the queen jumped up on the bed next to her, sitting on John's side of the bed flicking his empennage in curiosity. When she reached over to pet him, he purred and rubbed up against her.

John returned with a mug of piping hot burnt umber and vanilla almond DOE bars and gave them to her. He picked up his devoted cat, sat in the manager's professorship, closely observing Rachel as he petted the tabby cat, while his cat affectionately rubbed his aspect against him. She quietly drank her hot beverage and munched on the protein-rich vitality parallel bars, intently watching him with his felid comrade.

Saint John the Apostle observed Rachel is an attractive woman with a clear complexion and hazelnut tree eyes ; duplicate opals of shifting brown-green and gold. Her stave typeface and button nose, compliment her full, generous lips to sacrifice her a vernal appearance making it arduous to reckon her age accurately.

Rachel is 5'7 '' and has a nice trim figure. She has pert breasts with turned up tit. Her ass is well-rounded and firm. Her thick dark red auburn pilus was in a shortstop Hellenic blunt mentum level bob, parted off-center.

He was the first off to break the secretiveness."My name is John McCord, young dame, and you showed acquit symptoms of hypothermia."You were confused and disoriented. What I did was in your intimately interest group,"he asserted."I won't apologize for it, although I admire your tenaciousness in trying to fight me off.

I don't have hot water. It was my only fairish course of action of action, and it worked. It appears we're snowed in with each other for the future few days until the roads unresolved again."John the Divine put his cat chum on the trading floor, stood up, and walked to a toilet table. Rachel watched as Buddy jumped into his wicker laundry basketful and snuggled into his surplus olive olive drab wool blankets watching them.

"I'm Rachel Buchanan."She said, smiling at the cat,"I."

"St. John interrupted, in a hushed, commanding tone, warning no rebelliousness,"I get up five sharp and need to get some nap to finish the wiring. You need to be quiet and hold on warm until morning. Here is a tee shirt you may wear, although it might be a bit large, and this flannel shirt will serve as a nightgown. Oh yes, woollen socks,"and he took those out of his dresser and tossed it on the bed."There's only one bed, no lounge, and we'll demand to parcel the down sympathizer and cover.

You may pick out between the two. Most of my stuff is in storage in the small barn. We're both adult, and I give you my Holy Writ, I won't touch modality you.



"I'm sorry I tried to hurt you."Rachel apologized."I've experienced patients coming out of anaesthesia who are confused and hit out violently. Turn around please,"and when he did, Rachael started dressing."You promise Mr. McCord ?"

"Yes, I already said I would, and your dress and sneakers are drying near the radiators. It was essential to give the slide fastener on your coating. You did not dress appropriately for the weather."And looking away, John got into bed, wearing his jeans,"Oh yes, I'll pay for a new coat or have the slide fastener replaced. The lav is the door at the end of the hall unless you'd prefer to use the outhouse, '' and in no clip at all, bathroom was fast asleep.

Rachael was still a bit chilled from her experience as she lay there next to him, contemplating all that happened to her, and she was thinking. ‘ I remember little about walking here as cold as a ice lolly except for falling face-first into the cold water and slush in the ditch where I left my Mini-Van. I should give birth stopped earlier in the day and not pushed on.

I was shivering with cold and disoriented when I arrived here. My wearing apparel were soaked, and I could feature frozen to death. He carried me upstairs as if I were a child and undressed me and put me to bed. He held me, sharing his dead body estrus until I was warm and stopped shivering. He didn't take vantage of me or force himself on me when he had the opportunity. Of grade, he did the medically proper matter for me given the destiny. He appears to be a no-nonsense type of man.



But good, he's so ruggedly handsome with his wide-cut top dog of glum dear blond hair and commanding blue eyes. His haircloth could use a respectable trim though. He's tall and buff at maybe six-three or so with nicely sculpted muscularity. Mr. McCord has a broad, clear chest and a hard washboard stomach. He's delectable, and he likes cat-o'-nine-tails, and I adore cats. For the first-class honours degree meter in my life, I'm in the same bed with a man.'And she yawned, ‘ and John's already asleep. He must be kidding about having an outhouse.'and as a practical and mostly a trumpery woman, she too was soon fast asleep.

King John's inner clock woke him up a few minutes before the alarm clock on his shortwave radio was to go off. He could feel Rachel pressed up against him. She was breathing deeply and peacefully as he rolled towards her to learn her dormancy.

He gently brushed a range whorl of hair's-breadth from her face and then immediately regretted it, remembering his promise and thinking, ‘ I have no right to concern Rachel so intimately.'

He carefully slid out of bed, disabled the radio's alarm, and put on his red and black checked flannel plaid shirt before walking to the window and pushing the curtains aside. pal jumped up on the windowsill to join him wanting aid, so he picked him up and petted him thoughtfully.

It was still snowing and blowing as he looked to where the herb garden was under the Snow. As he looked out, lavatory sees Rachel standing in the sunlight on a warm summer's day wearing a light sea green summertime wearing apparel with white lace trim. Rachael's hair was much longer and up in an elegant chignon. She was in his grandmother's overgrown with pot herb garden, except now the garden was weeded, organized and tidy. She was gathering lavender and putting the fragrant flush in a wicker handbasket, and he could smell that familiar scent. John Lackland remembered his Grandma's many uses for lavender, and the necessity oil she made for it,"Besides a myriad of usage, lavender relaxes the intellect and soothes the soul"she would say."It is a gift from heaven."

The supernal Rachel looked up and saw him watching her through the window.

She smiled, kissed her hand, and blew him a kiss. can looked down at his hand, wanting to give back that muff kiss. He again looked out the window and reality returned to a moth-eaten, barren, Stanford White landscape of blowing and drifting snow, and John was thinking, ‘ Did my brain go haywire or did I have a waking dream ?'

Reality returned and made him clear the Rachel in his bed was a tantalizing distraction ; a warm and soft feminine pleasure of imminent fuss he would throw to shell out firmly with for the next few days. He knew nix about this young cleaning woman except she lacked the usual sense to dress properly for cold weather condition, and she was driving during a knockout snowstorm.

"Mr. McCord,"and he turned to see Rachel standing behind him wrapped in the down comfort."May we talk now ? I want to thank you."

"There's no need to thank me, Whitney Young noblewoman, and I must say you've been very reasonable and mature about the sleeping arrangements."

"That's the second time you've referred to me as a immature or young ma'am ?"she commented, smiling."Not that I mind, but how old do you think I am ?"she asked as John put crony down on the floor.

"Late teens-to-early-twenties,"He insisted, studying her more closely, and thinking,'She's too Danton True Young for me. If matter had worked out, I might possess had a daughter close to her age at this head in my life, oh well.'

"I'm thirty-seven,"Rachel said, still smiling."It's obvious you served in the military machine ?"

"Yes, how did you know that ?"Gospel According to John asked.

"You're standing at parade eternal rest with your hands behind your cover, Rachel replied knowingly."Are you always so stiff and dinner gown with citizenry, giving guild, interrupting, or so abrupt ?"

"No, of course not,"John said, hooking his thumbs into his front jeans pockets trying to seem relaxed but still in ascendency.

"Good, may I thank you now ?"she asked, noticing his new attitude, and remembering how conciliate he was with his cat.

"That won't be necessary, I."and he didn't end his prison term because she dropped the comforter to the floor. She hugged him and kissed his impudence."Thank you. I can tell you're a good man."and she picked it up the puff and wrapped it around her, looking forward to being snowed in with him.

"Let us begin over."John said grin, and glad she was close to his age,"Welcome to my home such as it is."and he offered her his helping hand and she shook it. He was please with her house handshake."This farm has been in my kinsperson since 1817, and although I'm no sodbuster, I know how to raise.

I 'm also proud to say the McCord men have answered the call to duty to our Country and have fought defending it since the War of 1812. I retired from the Marines, ma'am, and I've returned home to my roots. I've been living here rather sparsely for the by 16 month while I repaired and remodeled. number 1 the exterior, and then I gutted the interior ; brought it up to code, slack but truelove as they say with some assistance from old admirer and neighbour.

I don't need much, and I'm sorry for the lack of amenities a gentle lady like you is accustomed too. If the weather lets up, I'll go out to the barn and bring in some matter to lay down you more well-to-do. I'm not the greatest cook in the world, but how do eggs, 1st Baron Verulam, and English language Muffins sound to you ?

"It sounds delightful, Sir, what rank did you reserve ? I'll bet you were an police officer,"and she was delighted as she had little to eat the retiring few days, and was charmed at being called a pacify lady.

"I retired as a Colonel, ma'am, Rachel, may I call you Rachel ? Please call me St. John the Apostle. Are you a Southern Lady ?"

"Yes and yes,"she replied, smiling which in good turn had him smiling back."I was on my way to Niagara Falls when the blizzard hit. I've never experienced anything like this before. I was born and lived all my life in savannah, Georgia. My sept traces our roots in America back to the early 1800s, and our brick household is a historic turning point.

"We have something in common,"John replied nodding approvingly,"deep mob rootage and a sentience of belonging."

"Yes, we do."she agreed more fascinate with him now."I'm a nurse practitioner by profession. I'm looking for a brisk start and change of scene.

Is it always so moth-eaten in this persona of New York State ? Is this rule snowfall for this prison term of year ?"

"How about we finish this conversation in the kitchen ? Ladies first,"he offered her his arm, with Buddy following close behind them. When they got to the kitchen, he pulled out her professorship, and she sat down at the kitchen table.

"I suppose one gets used to it. Mar blizzard such as this happen but aren't the rule. Crocuses, daffodil, and tulips are waiting to flower under the snow, and besides, snowstorms make me appreciate the summer month, and I look forward to the crepuscle vividness,"he explained opening a fresh bag of dry cat food while his cat danced about and rub against him.



"We have balmy winter too,"he said, filling a small, chipped bowl with cat intellectual nourishment."It's all detail upon the weather patterns over Lake Ontario. I don't brain coke or the winter calendar month. I enjoy the hushed purdah and peaceable beaut of it after years of the hot, dry, grit of desert moxie ; sand gets into everything,"He said truthfully measuring the coffee into the coffee tree pot with his mentation wandering to Rachel with her tomentum up, wearing a picket Green River summer dress and wanting to buss her.



"Did you ever marry John the Evangelist ?"she asked, watching him come out the much used and chipped, White person speckled blue enameled percolator coffee pot on the gas stove.

She looked around the newly remodeled kitchen and the pilot, old fashion, refinished cupboards with the ensnare spyglass door ; almost were empty.

"No, I've never been married. I proposed to a female child once. She declined my proposal, and after, the leatherneck's kept me concern,"he replied, thinking, ‘ There's no harm in being truthful, because in a few Clarence Day I'll never see her again, and my life will be back to normal."

He continued,"I have a younger married sis, Sarah. Although Sarah and I are eight years apart, we're very close. Our nanna, my father's mother, raised us right here when it was a run farm,"He said getting the bacon out of his fridge and then arranging it in an old well-seasoned stamp iron pan."granny seemed to roll in the hay when matter would pass off before they happened ; she only told mass the near things, though. The exact engagement a baby would be born, for exemplar. Many of the local anaesthetic thought she had the second sight. nan was also a midwife, not with medical exam stage mind you. She was also an herbalist and had a fleeceable ovolo when it came to flora and their uses."

"Your Grandmother sounds like a very special madam,"She offered.

"Yes, she was,"he agreed,"The farm thrived when she was animated. Sarah is now living on a Bos taurus spread in MT where they have tornados. Their thunder and lightning storms there make the I here wimpy in comparison. When she was a niggling girl, Sarah was terrified of smack and lightning storms, and now she snaps her finger at them. ``

Rachel didn't fail to observe how his reflection softened, and his center seemed to glisten with affectionateness and dearest when he talked about his sister and nephews. She also noticed whoremaster had dimpled chad in his cheeks when he smiled.

"She's an accomplish equestrian now, '' St. John the Apostle continued, `` My grandmother left the farm to us. Sarah signed it over to me for a dollar so I'd always a place to cling my hat. How do you like your Bacon ?"

"crisp and gay side up for the eggs ; is there anything I can do to help oneself ?"

"Yes, you're in charge of the muffins, but not yet,"he took them out of the cupboard and put them by the toaster,"As I was saying, in retainer, Sarah had firstly pickaxe of the family heirlooms. I have my grandmother's rocking electric chair and this old kitchen board and chairs. He put two dinner party home plate and fool on the mesa, followed by silverware and none of them matched."I have all her stamp iron kettles, pots, and pans ; this coffee bean pot, and a few things stowed away in the small barn. Have you ever married, Rachael ?"

"I've never been married either, bathroom,"and after finishing his food, sidekick rubbed up against Rachel for her to pet him."My step-brother, Samuel is living with my step-mother in the house home,"and Rachael picked up Bubby, he purred as she rubbed him, enjoying the aid,"Samuel is a momma's boy. When my step-mother liberty chit, we get the menage. If he passes first, it goes to me, and so on.

I don't care about the sign. It is not the same since my Dad died. As they say, dwelling is where the heart is. All I want is my Dad's outmoded Elgin railroad sentinel. My grandfather was a railroad man ; he was an Engineer, as was his father before him."

She took a deep breath and paused, closing her heart,"May I confide in you ?"she asked, opening them and looking into his affectionate downhearted eyes. Rachel was feeling at ease and trusting about this handsome man. After six months on the route, and almost out of dedicated traveling money, she decided to ask him for assist.

"Samuel and I had a falling out. My step-mother took Samuel 's slope and gave him the watch even though he has no justly to it, and showed no interest in it until I asked for it. mulct I accept that, and I'm better off than many people. I have my health and independence.

I have my profession, and I'm debt-free. I've money in rente my father invested for me that I'm loathed to disturb. I've been traveling on a long sabbatical. I've camped out under the stars, and I've met all kinds of matter to people, and now, I'm almost out of traveling money."

"Are you asking me for a loan ?"King John asked, thinking, ‘ I knew it, trouble .'

"Oh, no, null like that. I'm worried that my minivan is damaged. Will you please grant me to sustain it here until I find a job to get it fixed ?"

"Let me reckon about it ; however, in the meantime, breakfast is almost ready. It's clip to crisp the muffins."

After breakfast, John went outside to the barn wearing a heavy fleece Mackinaw coat and well-worn Pac boots. He was thinking about what she told him. He returned a short-change prison term later with a storage tub fully of armed services takings sleeping travelling bag and a foldable cot.

"Please put them both in the bedroom next to the bathroom, Rachel, and I'll sleep there. It is still snowing like looney. Do you recollect what direction you came ?"He asked, pointing to the route,"Left is north, and right is south."

"I don't remember. This very variety of you, John,"She said, smiling,"you truly are a full man, but I can kip on the cot."

Ignoring the compliment although he was pleased, John said,"No, you will slumber in my bedroom, and that's an order."“ Anything you say, Sir,"she agreed.

"Good, it is settled then, I estimate you went off the route not too far from here.

If I can find your vehicle after walking a mile in either direction, I'll notify the Sheriff and arrange for a tow truck to experience it brought here when the weather happy chance. Is there anything you need from it if I do ?"

"Yes, my small Green River bag, please, and my purse on the passenger seat,"she replied, handing him the keys. It is a blank mini-van. I'll have hot java for you when you get back."

John returned with in effect news and bad to discover the porch was shoveled and embroil clear of Snow when she met him at the doorway with a cup of coffee."I found your Toyota minivan, and I'm sorry to say it's leaking transmittal fluid ; probably from the pan, and the hindquarters one-half of the exhaust system system is torn loose. It's colder than a crone's, well, it's bitter cold out and this hot coffee hits the situation, thank you, Rachael. If I stand out here much farsighted the coffee will freeze so fast the ice will be hot,"he joked, smiling, as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

"You're welcome. I was outside a few minutes ago, and I agree. You were n't kidding about the earth-closet, and it 's almost out of toilet newspaper publisher ; of path, I'm kidding. Your Sister Sarah called while you were out."

"What did you say to her ?"whoremonger asked, taking a sip of coffee.

"Sarah called to check up on you, and I told her you were fine. She asked if I was the new gentlewoman in your life, and looked forward to meeting me. Is she always this open about your lady friends ?"

"No, she isn't."What did you tell her ?"He took another sip of java, again distracted for a msec thought of the Rachel in the greenish summer dress with white lace and kissing her.

"I told her who I am, and that I drove off the road last Nox into a ditch. I said you graciously took me in until the storm lets up, leaving out virtually of the point. Do you require me to help you with the wiring ? My dad taught me all about prick.

He also insisted I take warlike Arts moral from a Brigham Young age. I may be a bit out of practice, but the fundamental principle remain."

"I can consider that,"he acknowledged,"Your father must have been a very hard-nosed and reasonable man."

"Yes he was, and special, and I miss him. I'm very self-sustaining and still on sabbatical, so I'll service you blossom and paint the bedrooms when we finish the wiring. I'm going upstairs to change. You should call your sister, and that's an order."



Rachel went upstairs with her bag, leaving him sitting at the kitchen table with his coffee, and he was thinking. ‘ She is so darn, pretty. I won't encroachment again without her consent. Rachael is the down to earth marrying type, assuming she gives you her heart and she reminds me so much of my sis. Rachel is not the leap into bed, near time gals to whom I'm accustomed. She's a regular niggling Spartan, and if I'm not careful, she's liable to kick my ass up between my ears,'and this made him chortle out loud. 'Apparently, she knows her nous and enjoys the freedom of being one. It was a moment of weakness brushing the pilus from her face, yet, she has a soft and refined southerly accent that caresses me when she talks.

If I were a tom, just listening to her would have me purring with pleasure, and Buddy likes her, and he hides when I have visitors. What will it hurt to let her prevent her vehicle here ? It's packed full and organized with labeled plastic tubs ; there is even a cedar hope chest in there. Let's see what she knows about being an electrician and then we'll go from there.'

John telephoned a childhood admirer, Skip Thompson, now the County Sheriff directly to insure no just the ticket would be issued, and then made towing arrangements. He then telephoned his sister. Sarah, who insisted he secern about his Southern Belle.

It turned out Rachael was to a greater extent than competent with instrument. She returned wearing faded railway system strip bib boilers suit and a red tee-shirt. Her stoolpigeon were still damp, so she was wearing her pink bunny girl skidder. They finished wiring the sleeping accommodation, and they started priming the walls that like day. They installed his hot water system on need units a few day after that. They then moved a few composition of furniture into the sign from the minuscule barn, including his grandma's Gemini bed for her to suffer a bed of her own.

Ten days later, a warm front moved in, and as bathroom predicted, the crocuses ‘ colourful heads were peeking up through the thawing snow. He enjoyed having Rachel bustling about and having someone to talk to while they worked on the barn. He was in no precipitation for her to give, and she insisted on working for room and add-in. She took on the task of weeding the herbaceous plant garden. They settled into a quiet and unspoken understanding of friendship, and that was enough for the time being.

One warm spring day in May, John was nailing the in conclusion row of shingle on the large barn roof while Rachel was working in the herb garden. While climbing down the ladder for a glass of her toothsome sweet iced tea, his right foot slipped on a spoke halfway down and he dropped to the basis. He took the brunt of the fall on his leave foot while twisting to one side to avoid being hit with the ladder as it pulled away from the barn.

He managed to ride out on his invertebrate foot and was loudly cursing out a string of scalding profanities, catching himself, and then cursing under his breath so she wouldn't hear him, but she did. He shifted most of his weight to his rectify fundament, trying to take the air to the house as she rushed over to him when she realized what happened.

"You fell, didn't you ?"she said, looking at the run on the land."Let me help oneself you,"and Rachael put lav 's arm around her articulatio humeri to assist support him."You're going to need to have your foot x-rayed,"She insisted as she helped him sit down on the porch whole step."If you're lucky it's only a sprain or blunt tissue paper legal injury. I'm going to bump off your work the boot, and it may hurt."

"I'm sure it's nothing,"King John assured her stubbornly,"and bother is merely weakness leaving the body. I'll train some Empirin and proceed it iced. We'll see what tomorrow brings."

"No, absolutely not, you're going to the emergency brake room, John."

"Rachael, I 'm all right."

"You're going to the parking brake elbow room, John Ian McCord."she said firmly,"don't argue with me. I'll breastpin no insubordination from you, devil dog !"

"Yes ma'am,"he replied wincing as she carefully unlaced and removed the employment boot, the pain in the neck shooting through his foot like a lightning bolt,"I'm going to the emergency elbow room for X-ray, expectant idea,"and he reached into his pocket and gave her his truck keys.

"fine, it's settled then,"and she sat down following to him. Rachel kissed his boldness and hugged him."Are you trusted you're OK ?"and she hugged him again.

"I'll live, and I'm sorry for the bad language."

"I'll get the ice from the deep freezer while you wait here."

She returned and helped subscribe him as they walked to the truck where St. John the Apostle said."Rachael."

"Yes, John ?"

"You're a treasure, Rachael Ann Buchannan and I apologize."

"What are you apologizing for, cursing or falling off a ladder ?"She asked, wrapping the bread bag full of ice on his foot between towels after helping him get in.

"No, I'm talking about the night we shared a bed."

"Don't be silly ; you are and were a gentleman."

"No ! I pushed your hair away from your side when you were sleeping. I had no right hand to do that then, or touch you in such an confidant way."



She got on the driver's side of meat, closing the room access and asked him."Is that all ? I was one-half awake when you did that. Are you shy around women ?"and she was teasing him because she knew better.

"No, not at all,"He answered surprised she'd ask such a question."I'm not shy. Hey ! I see what you're doing. All teasing aside, I was a blackguard in my immature days and always on the scent."

"Then why haven't you made a pass at me ?"She asked as they left the prospicient driveway and turned onto the road.

He tried to evade the question."In three air mile, turning right on the E. G. Marshall Road"he directed,"then drive until we get to Route 18. You'll then take Route 18 to the number 1 convergence and surveil 63 south."

"You're avoiding the doubtfulness, John."

"OK, Rachel, no more stave off. I'm going to hold my say. Every morning you're up before me wearing your brusque flannel nightgowns and pink bunny slipper getting our coffee ready for the starting line of a new day. My burnt umber is the first cup from the pot. When you hand me my cup, your helping hand linger on mine as you flirt and razz me with your oculus, and I want to snog you. I can get lost in the complex of kaleidoscope vividness of your middle ; the brownness and greens and gold. They shift in the brightness like opals. The essence of your perfume is lilac-colored, and this smell mixed with you is intoxicating, and I want to kiss you.

You take your coffee bean with a splash cream. You hold your hot cup in both work force, warming them before for your first sip. You close your eyes and sip contentedly and smile. When you do that, I want to snog you.

You arrived here as a tempting distraction ; a warm and soft feminine delight to deal until the roads opened, and it was prophylactic to travel.

Now we've been together for almost a month and a half. I enjoy having you here. We work well together. We go together like pelf and butter, and you're anything but trouble. You know your psyche. You're a strong, independent char.

We have an unexpressed discernment of friendship based on respect. I still see you as a warm and soft feminine joy and a alluring distraction, and I want to kiss you. Your flirting every morning suggests you want something more. Am I right ?"

"I agree and no more avoiding, John the Evangelist, and what a sweet poetical way of putting affair. You carried me upstairs as if I were a small child and undressed me. You put me in your bed, and you held me to get me warm.

Of class, you did the medically reasonable thing given the circumstances.

That was the get-go time in my life I've slept in the same bed with a man. You're right, and if you're patient with me, and if my father is right hand, and well, you've taken me by surprisal. Comparing my eyes to opals, imagine that, you, atomic number 26 McCord, a poet ? save up the thoroughly piece of work. You've never talked to me like this before, and until now we've been more like buddies."

"Rachel, the night you arrived was the first metre in my grownup life I've been in bed with a woman and just slumber, and this is all new to me, especially having a lady as a housemate, although, I enjoy your flirting. Please blow me a candy kiss ?"

"I don't understand,"She said smiling,"But sure, OK,"and when she did he spoil two kisses back, and he was thinking, ‘ My kiss owed to the Rachael in my reverie in the green summertime garb. I'm sure my nan would approve of you, Sarah too, although I must be getting voiced in the point and losing my edge, me, bonk them and leave them Iron McCord blowing kisses ? Now my concentrated ass reputation is ruined !'

As they were driving to the hospital, she was thinking of her fiancé and how unaired she came to marrying this man. A few month after she graduated as a physician's Assistant, Dr. David Campbell swept her off her fundament with his adept looks, wealth, and charm. His family was old money. She was young and impressible, and she was in love with the idea of being in love.

One month before their church wedding party, to be followed by a lavish reception and world cruise honeymoon to Europe, Rachel began to give doubts. She went to her forefather, the somebody she loved and trusted the most in the unharmed universe and he told her,"bunny, when the right hand man comes along, rich or misfortunate, you'll know in your bosom. You'll have no doubts, and I'll support any decision you make,"and her father did as he promised, despite the objections of her stepmother's reversal in social climbing.

John's ankle was broke in two place. However, they were modest fractures, and a cast was all that was needed. He easily adapted to the crutches due to his formidable speed dead body strength. As they were walking to the motortruck, he stopped and said."You know, I could eat a horse, but I'll settle for a big and juicy charbroiled Angus Warren E. Burger on a hard drum roll topped with blackguard hot capsicum and a side of wet fries."

"What are wet minor ?"Rachael asked, surprised bathroom was hungry and not in pain. She knew if she asked, he'd repetition pain in the ass is merely impuissance leaving the soundbox.

"buss me, and I'll tell you,"he answered."Think of it as a kiss on a first date."

She put her branch around John the Evangelist's neck and kissed his warmly lips for the first gear time, feeling a tingling, almost overcome pleasure unlike anything she experienced before, including with her former fiancé ’. She let her face linger next to his and asked."How was that, handsome ?"

"Your luscious backtalk are soft and affectionate and delicious, plus brilliant and uplifting. May I have another ?"John asked, sharing that same almost overmaster pleasure and wanting to enthrall her on the situation despite his fail ankle.

"Are you going to be a cooperative patient and do what I tell you ?"

"Yes, ma'am and wet Christopher Fry are Daniel Chester French fries with gravy."

"testament you take the bother pills the Emergency Doctor prescribed ?"and she kissed his boldness, almost afraid to kiss his lips. She then mentally scolded herself for being silly.

"No, I'd rather take aspirin to oversee the pain, and we'll get a few reusable gang before we go home. How do I taste ?"

"Let me see,"Rachel said, and she kissed his mouth again, to a greater extent tingling all over and savoring his manliness,"You taste sexy and refractory. I know how to deal with hard patients. If you're sure you're up to it, burger and wet ones sound great. We'll share an fiat of onion plant hoop with the wet fries. Consider it our commencement date and my treat."

When they returned home, she fussed over him, enjoying every minute of arc of it. It gave her an exculpation to rival him, and John gladly gave in. He couldn't take a shower, so she gave him a sponge bathing tub in the bathroom, kissing him when she leaned into him. She never saw john without a shirt on until now. She noticed three healed scar on his spinal column and chest ; healed fastball wounding, pucker cicatrice on both sides of his back and chest where the bullets passed through, one scar, column inch from his heart.

That evening, he expected to kip alone, but Rachel joined him wearing his park, and a Shirley Temple checked flannel shirt with the arm rolled up, in place of her nightdress. It was the shirt he loaned her the Nox she arrived ; well-nigh definitely establishing her claim on him, and after can's parasite bath, this shirt was now more precious to her than her Dad's pouch spotter.

He was lying on his book binding with his cast wrapped in a towel containing an ice pack when she got into bed next to him."This is tea cozy,"she said, touching his fount."Do you require to cuddle with me ?"

"Rachael there's no avoiding it. I've fallen for you in a big way. Of course, I want to cuddle. Don't worry about my ankle. Your sweetness gentleness is the dear form of medicine."He turned on his side to face her, holding out his arms for her to slew closer. He held her gently and kissed the top of her caput, sighing contentedly, and Rachel said,"can ?"

"Yes Bunny, what is it ?"

"Bunny ?"she asked, squeezing his hand and delighted with this sweet-flavored term of endearment, one that she hadn't heard since her father passed ; her Dad called her bunny girl, and it was something she never told John.

"Yes, bunny girl, you wear bunny carpet slipper, and bunnies are soft and warm and cuddly, just like you."He said, rubbing his grimace in her hair.

"john ?"“ Yes,"he answered."I'm not spending the completely Nox,"she said,"Is that OK with you ?"

"Of course of action,"he replied, trying to go along the disappointment from his voice, although she picked up on it.

"I want you to interpret. I never slept with a man before, or made love,"she confessed, hesitantly, slightly embarrassed although glad that she finally told him.

Rachel's confession took him completely by surprisal, and in his mind, it was astonishing to bring out such a endearing and charming professional adult female was also a virgin.

"I won't make any demands on you, Bunny. When you're gear up, you're ready,"we'll drive this once step at a time."

"But John, you're,"and he interrupted,"Yes and men are hardwired this way, so ignore it. You stay here for as long as you like, and then log Z's in your bed."

"I'm comrade with the hard-wired biological realities, and especially when I can find it. Are you sure ?"

Yes, I'm sure."

"I knew you'd understand when I told you"and she snuggled closer.

Spring had turned to autumn, and John Lackland's ankle was well on the way to being completely healed. After months of searching and audience, Rachel found what she considered to be the everlasting job working with Dr. Anna dear. The two cleaning woman were of the like disposition, and the Pediatric exercise was a pleasant change from Rachael's year in hurt midpoint. The herbaceous plant garden and repeated peak gardens surrounding the house were flourishing under Rachael's loving care.

In John's mind, the old farmhouse was now more like a home and full of lifespan again. They bought furniture together, and as long as it was functional and well-heeled, he agreed to the coloration she chose, including the vividness for the new pall and shades.

Rachel felt at house on the McCord farm. She was delighted with the summer there, which were less hot and tyrannous than Savannah River, plus there were acres and acres of land to explore, mostly groves of glorious hardwoods, and they were peaceful ; shady and aplomb. She was charmed by a small spring-fed pond to cool off and drown in when the weather condition got hot, and the wealthiness of orange daylilies surrounding much of it.

They brought dwelling bushels, and scrub of walnut from the trees behind the declamatory barn, much to the displeasure of the squirrels who scolded them from up top.

One late, sunny afternoon, that autumn, he took her to the highest pinnacle on the property. He told her, we're going on a quest."John the Evangelist was confident and confidant as he led the way. To get there, they had to sail through a section basalt stone outcroppings, poison sumach, and nettle, the large industrial plant growth there.

Then they had gone through a tangle of new trees growing close together fighting for the sunlight. It was slow going, and they had to step carefully so not to stumble while moving Tree branches out of the way. Finally, they came to a straight course through a stand of white birch tree diagram, with bee sage growing between the birch tree. The grandiloquent birches reminded Rachael of tall, white knights in battle-scarred armour standing side-by-side, swords raised, guarding the way.

The path led to a large clarification surrounded by old and stately hard maple tree where the forest floor was a thick carpet of leaves old and new. The Tree and their intertwining branches formed an out-of-door canopy ; like the dome cap of a high-flown cathedral. The color of the leaves were at their peak in shades of orange tree, yellow and red. Rachael looked up at the sunlight shining through the backlit fall colors ; it was breathtaking.

As privy held her handwriting, he quietly said,"The morns are meeker than they were, the junkie are getting brown. The Charles Edward Berry's cheek is plump ; the rose is out of town. The maple wears a gayer scarf joint, The field a orange red gown. fifty I be old-fashioned, I'll put a trinket down."

Fighting back her binge, Rachel turned to him. She placed her mitt on his breast, over his nitty-gritty, closing her eyes, and said a silent prayer always to hold on him condom, as she hugged him.



That night, as they cuddled in bed,"Johnny."

"Johnny, bunny ?

"May, I call you Johnny, Johnny Reb ? If I'm your bunny rabbit, it stands to reason, you're my Rebel,"and she put her script over his bosom. It's such a little request."

Fine, I'll allow it,"he sighed, stroking her haircloth.

"Johnny ?"“ Yes,"he answered.

"When did you find the Cathedral in the woods ?"

"I didn't find it. My gran took me there. I didn't know it existed while growing up. I stayed away from that section of the property because of the poisonous substance sumac and stinging nettle. It's odd that regardless of what direction you approach it, there are patches of poison sumach or nettles. We took the way of least resistance.

"Grandma took me there on a day like today, and two days before I left for boot coterie. It was as breathtakingly beautiful then as it is today.

My granny didn't want me to bring together the marine. She told me I was joining for all the wrong reason. I refused to hear. I was stubborn, and I was wild at the world. I thought I was a tough guy. I thought I was invincible, and I didn't need anybody.

"What did she say to you,"Rachel asked,

"Grandma said, ‘ I know your judgement is made up, and I can't stopover you, but I will ingest my say. You're a strong head, McCord, like most McCord men before you. I love you, grandson, and I know your heart is hurting now, but that will languish in sentence. Never harden your heart, Johnny, acrimony is a toxicant that rots the psyche.

You will suffer Sir Thomas More pain in your life. It will be unspeakable, wrenching, excruciating annoyance, and you will be afraid. It will temper you and progress to you stronger. You will survive and thrive, and then return here to your roots. When you do, portion it with the one you love."

After that day, he slowly let his guard down to her and shared Thomas More of his private intellection ; as did Rachel with him. She can truly be herself with him.

He doesn't psyche that she calls him Reb, something only his Sister is allowed. All others are offset politely warned and corrected. Males of appropriate age have been known to get a painful rectification if they persist with that familiarity.

They sometimes don't agree, so they agree to disagree and not populate on it. At those sentence, he will crush her to him gently and try to kiss her. Rachel will half-heartedly struggle and expect away. She then relents though to let him kiss her. She then vigorously messes up his haircloth and says, moolah and butter as she hugs him tight because she loves him More than she imagined potential.



lav hadn't made love to her yet, keeping his promise, although every night they cuddle and talk of the town and contribution a story or experience from their childhood. The endure lyric they say to each other before Rachel goes to her sleeping room are"breadstuff and butter."

"Rebel ?"she said, handing him, his first cup of morning coffee,"I have two rattling surprises for you."

"Let me suppose ; your homemade from scratch corned beef hash with fried hot peppercorn and topped with soft poached eggs for breakfast ?"

"Oh, you and your hot white pepper, and no, adept than that. We're going to a Masquerade Charity Gala for the Children's Cancer infirmary, and I'm a co-chairperson with Ann on the planning committee. I've already made our costumes, which is the better surprise of all !"

"When ? Your corned beef hash rates right up there, and what kind of costumes ?"

"We couldn't get a date this October. It will be the second weekend in November on a Saturday. We're going as Raggedy Ann and Andy. I've already purchased our tickets to get matter rolling. We're giving award for the best costume and the best-dressed couples in paper costumes. There's going to be a live DJ and dancing. We're serving gourmet appetizers, plus there's an open bar. ''

"Your corned beef hash is fabulous. Sunsets are awesome, and your warm hugs and angelic buss are better than mythic and awe-inspiring. Adults dressing up as stuffed plaything are plain silly !"

"We're not going as binge toys ! We're going to be Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy."

"I see. You want us to advert a highfalutin Allhallows Eve Masquerade Gala, not on Hallowe'en. You want us to go as recreate cotton fiber stuffed ragtime doll with yarn hair's-breadth. I should be grateful you didn't choose the Camel with the Wrinkled Knees from that trio on your bed. I'd likely be bringing up the rear."

"Johnny Reb, I'm serious. Will you go with me ?"“ Are we negotiating, bunny ?"“ Yes, negotiating and compromising, handsome."

I'll tell you what ; you give me a gamey and tight, just like the old days. I'll wear my wearing apparel uniform, steel and all,"and John put his cup on the table,"See we just compromised. I agree to go."

"Don't you dare even suggest I cut your hair like that,"she warned as she ran her finger through his midst and full blonde hair. It was sodding ; thick and full phase of the moon, and just the way she likes it. Rachel now was cutting and trimming it for him in the kitchen, another of her many science."I've seen exposure of you with a heights and tight haircut, and you 're well-favored regardless, but I adore you with a full head of hair."

"Fine, forget the high and tight, and I'll leave my sword home."

It's such a little postulation. There's zilch to be embarrassed about ; you being a big rugged Marine. It will be fun. I'll personally see to it they have roasted hot Piper nigrum just for you. Bread and butter sweetheart, are you going to kiss me good morning, Johnny ?"

"I'll think about it,"he said frowning while putting his knuckles under his Kuki-Chin and turning away as if deep in mentation. Rachael playfully gave his fuzz a assuage tug, and the vigorously messed it up. John laughed as he turned and gently crushed her to him. He kissed her back talk long and oceanic abyss, knowing he will give in to her because he loved her deeply ; more deeply than the depths of the sea.

He still desperately wanted to score love to her. whoremaster subdued hard-wired sexual pauperization and desires with hundreds of sit-ups and pushups, plus taking on the task of repairing the Harlan Fisk Stone fences bordering his prop.

"Do you want to try on your costume now, Johnny ?"she teased, pushing his hair back in piazza.

"No, I'm sure enough my dress uniform still fits."he teased in tax return."If I go as cotton wool stuffed rag dolly, I'll want a diminished conceding in return."

"What do want, Johnny ?"she asked as if she didn't know.

"We'll see when we return home from the Charity Gala,"he replied while playing with her thick and silky, little red auburn ponytail."It really might be a wish comes true,"he added.

Due to Rachael's organizational skills, and enhanced by her Southern charm, the issue quickly sold out. To say John loves her is an understatement akin to saying the sun is merely fond.

John portraying Raggedy Andy did nada to detract from his rugged full face or ever-present virile virility beneath the knee-hi bib overall and red and White striped socks. They both wore white sailor hats with red-orange yarn tomentum attached inside. She looked as cute and sweet as a push, and Reb was her man, and goose egg in the infinite nothingness between heaven and underworld, including daimon or holy man, will ever come between them or their love for each former.

John proudly introduced Rachel to his friends and neighbors. He was establishing his claim on her, and silently warning the single men or any man to trespass at their riskiness. A few of the topical anesthetic char attending were old classmates, divorced or otherwise on the shuffling for eligible men. Much to Rachael's annoyance, one schoolmate, in detail, a striking raven-haired looker, Megan McCallister, continued to flirt and sweep up against him through much of the eve.

She had moved home plate a few days prior and made a sizable contribution to get a just the ticket. Megan was wearing a realistic, and expensive tradition made marvel Woman costume. With her farseeing and thick waist-length ebony tree bootleg hair, and Megan looked ravishing and incredibly sexy.

The most noticeable stain in the rug that even was a young man dressed as Batman, who as it turned out, crashed the event. John was across the elbow room talking to Brad Green, while Rachel was talking to Dr. Lamb, who was dressed as little Bo-Peep when Batman asked Rachael to dance. She politely declined and explained,"No, thank you. My escort has all my dances reserved for the eve. You can't miss our matching costumes. We go together, like bread and butter."

"You mean the pansy with the denude socks."Batman replied, grabbing her radiocarpal joint,"Don't waste your time with that sap when you can have a existent man, me ! buss me, pretty dolly ?"

"Don't touch me !"Rachael announced, loudly enough for multitude to kibosh and front in their centering,"Let go of me, now !"

"Make me,"the Batman said, smirking.

Before the fraudulent caped crusader could blink, Rachel-Raggedy-Ann had him prostrate on his back on the floor. She was off to the side of meat and had full ascendancy of his large callused paw, his wrist bent painfully, in both her pocket-sized hands. The overcome dork knight 's arm was straight up in the air. She had him completely immobilized and thoroughly humiliated.

In the back nictitation of an eye, his sailor hat left behind, John was at her incline, glaring menacingly at the super-zero hero on the story. the great unwashed gathered in a rough circle to watch, while the DJ took the opportunity to announce,"Raggedy Ann just knocked the stuffing out of Batman, folk,"adding,"Oh what a fight, smash, bash, kapow."

While the DJ continued to narrate, Rachel warned the insipid imposter on the floor,"All it takes now is a prompt twist to destroy your radiocarpal joint joint,"she said sweetly."However, I'm going to give you a prospect at redemption, sinner,"she mocked, quite pleased with herself."You will apologize, or it's child's play, crackleware, pop, and I'll have you arrested for assault. But first off, assume off your mask."

The mask came off, followed by a flow of apologies while Saint John scowled menacingly and then realized,"Damn, the resemblance is uncanny ! You must be Jacob Yoder's boy,"John said surprised,"Let him up. I'll handle things from here. I know his father. The Yoder's are our Amish neighbors."

When the daft, defeated, dunderhead, dork, dunce knight slowly got up from the floor, John barked,"Stand up straight and face at me."Has he apologized to your satisfaction, Rachael ?"

"bang his ass, John,"Brad Green called out, and John ignored him.

"Yes, sweetheart, I believe he has learned his lesson."

"Did he hurt you ?"

"No, Johnny, I'm mulct. I'll let you and his father handle things from here."

"Are you Jacob's son ?"King John asked.

"Yes, Mr. McCord,"he replied, looking down, realizing who he just disrespected.

"How old are you, boy, and what's your name ?"

"I'm nineteen, Mr. McCord, and my name is Mark."

"Come on, McCord, kick his ass, just like in the old days,"individual else called out.

The man, a classmate, not a honorable friend, more of a sometimes conversancy, and a former rival was a first-hand witness. He watched John the Divine, who was seventeen at the fourth dimension, select on three men, road structure prole who tried to grope his then-girlfriend in a local dining compartment, now long closed.

His girlfriend evened the betting odds slightly in King John's favour by kicking one of the mental synthesis doer, the foreman, and the loud-mouth ringleader, forcefully and squarely in the Nut, to put him temporarily out of commission. John knocked the other still in the eating place unconscious mind by banging the man's head on a room access frame, once, and then twice for good measure. He then dislocated and tore ligaments on the final stage construction actor right kneecap with a well-placed rush, after this coward returned with a enceinte cock.

"smell at me,"whoremaster ordered, and Mark met his eyes,"the only ground you're leaving here without a beating from me is that I respect your father."He leased out several meadow and pasturage to the young man's father.

The show is over folks, and there's nothing more to see. Let's go, junior,"John said, cuffing him in the back of the head, and giving him a shove towards the door,"You must be doing that Rumspringa thing. You and I are going outside to have a individual lecture. Tomorrow I'll talk to your father."

Rachel made light of the berth, modestly dismissing the praise and accolades from many of the people attending. She also talked to the firsthand witness who observed John's legendary fight with three construction workers to protect Megan McCallister from their unwanted attending ; the grammatical construction proletarian not knowing Megan's perseverance for never backing down.

Frustrated, with her conk out attempts to win John over, Megan left the Gala before Rachel cleaned the carpet with the bumbling, browbeaten Batman.

Rachael may ingest imbibed too many gin and tonics. John switched from Rye whisky on the rock candy to plain club soda ash for the remainder of the evening as he was driving. He held her close when they danced. He told Rachael he loved her and Rachael told him the like, and they danced, and they danced, and they danced. She was proud of and charmed he was such a fine dancer, an Officer, and a gentleman. She was his Bunny and short Spartan, and these thoughts pleased her.

When they returned home, Rachael's custody were all over him. She tried to undress him as he was unlocking the back door saying,"I'm so damn horny, Reb, I want you to name bang to me."

"No, not tonight,"he replied, opening the door for her."We had a large sentence at the masquerade costume blowout, and you did a tremendous job of making it a immense achiever. I'm proud of the way you handled the Yoder boy, and we did win the honorary trophy from the DJ for a cotton fiber stuffed kick-ass couple. I have our pictures to prove it. We've waited this long and tomorrow, or the day after is clip sufficiency to make love when you have a clearer head."

"But I'm fix to sleep together you now ! Don't you want me, Reb ?"she asked, incredulous and very frustrated he was turning her down feather.

"I want you very much, Bunny"he answered honestly, starting to waiver, and surprised to hear profanity coming out of her mouth"but you've had a little too very much to drink, and we'll leave it at that."

"Well, so suffer you, so we're even !"she exclaimed as she put her arms around his neck opening to kiss his lip, but first, she kicked the door shut with a kick."I love you, Johnny, and not because I'm a short tipsy."

St. John the Apostle kissed and hugged her and said,"I love you too, and I must be crazier than a kangaroo in a minefield to turn you down. I'm going to bed to kip, and so should you,"and he took her arms from his neck and went upstairs to the bathroom to claim a cold shower, second-guessing his decision to turn her down.

Afterward, he found Rachel naked sprawled diagonally across their bed asleep. She didn't protest as he shifted her and put her under the cover version, or when he gently placed a pillow under her fountainhead.

He was thinking, ‘ The gin and tonic finally caught up with her.'He gently pushed her tomentum away from her face and kissed her cheek. He then got into bed next to her and talked softly so as not to wake her,"Bunny, you have no idea how much I love you or how much I want you right now.

I'm trying to do the right affair, and I love you so much. I started loving you the forenoon after you arrived. I looked out our chamber windowpane, and it was snowing. I saw you in a daydreaming, and you were standing in the sunlight on a summer's day wearing a pale sea-green summer wearing apparel with clean lace. You were in the herb garden where you were gathering lavender. You looked up at me watching you from the window. You smiled and blew me a kiss. Then all I saw was snow.

You're a reasonable woman and tomorrow we can spend the day making screw if you like,"he said smiling,"Perhaps we can throw a extra candlelight dinner party, or a field day, or anything you want. wampum and Butter, Bunny,"and he slowly drifted off to sleep, snuggled up to her and looking forward to making love to her the next day.

Rachel was gone when he woke up, and she didn't leave him a tone, which is not like her. She didn't answer her cell phone or take back his texts. John concluded she was furious with him, and if so, there wasn't much he could do about it until she returned home. It could very well be their first big fight when she returned.

After he had dressed, St. John picked up his cat and walked downstairs to the kitchen.

"well, what do you think, Buddy ?"John asked, sitting down and stroking his cat from head to tail,"It appears she isn't well-chosen with me right now. Yes, you're right ; I'm in a no-win situation. I'm sure she'll get over it. What did you say ?

No, buddy, it's not that simple. She isn't in estrus. adult female are far more complicated than computed tomography. What did I do wrong, you ask ? Good question. I'll tell you.

I did aught wrong, zip, zero, aught. I did the right matter by Rachel, and I stand by my determination, and no, catnip is not going to soothe her. Flowers may assist, or dour burnt umber with caramel and sea salt, she loves those, so I'll have both delivered,"and bathroom sighed."Thanks for listening, buddy. I appreciate your hypnotism. Yes, I know you want to eat, coming right up."

He ordered the peak and candy and had them delivered to the sign of the zodiac. He visited Jacob Yoder after breakfast ; the man was mortified by his son's

behavior. However, John assured him there were no intemperate spirit. He spent the rest of the break of day until early on afternoon resetting the stones in sections of the endocarp fence along the road on the Orient English of the dimension. It was a large task that would take month, perhaps a year. The hard strong-arm labor helped to disorder his frustration with Rachael.

He was defenseless ready to take in a shower bath when he saw Rachael's white Toyota minivan through the bedroom window pulling in the drive. He playfully shouted out the window,"I'm in the cascade. Why don't you join me,"and he got in the cascade, turned it on, and waited for her, hoping for a first, and he wasn't disappointed.

She quietly undressed, getting in behind him. John was soaping his grimace with his back to her when she put her coat of arms around his waist, and she said,"So, where's Raggedy Ann, John, are you exhaust of her already, you hound ?"

"Megan, you're not Rachael,"he said opening his eyes,"what the glare do you retrieve you're !"and he didn't finish the condemnation having to rinse the max from his cheek that was stinging his eyes.

Megan is a tall woman at six-three ; sexy and curvaceous. She is sure-footed and outgoing, as well as being undefendable, and at times bluntly honest ; a ok snap for a warm man who is capable of handling her. She was trying to rekindle the blazing masculine inferno he had for her that she foolishly extinguished.



A few years after turning him down, Megan married a much aged man for his money and being an honest, straightforward fair sex, honored her marriage vows to the letter and never strayed.

Her husband wanted a fellow traveler, and a beautiful wife to register off. He had little stake in sex. He was a full man and paid off her mother's medical bills, and the beginning and moment mortgages to lay aside the family John Lackland Deere franchise from forclosure. Megan was very fond of her husband ; loving him like a sidekick, but not deeply, or romantically in dear. She cared for him when he took ill. She was a very wealthy cleaning lady after he passed. lav learned this from Brad Green the night of the Gala.

From John's horizon of her in the exhibitor, Megan was in special condition, for a woman of forty-four ; hard, fit, buxom, and curvy.

Before stepping into the shower, Megan twisted her waist-length hair up into a high bun, securing it with the two antique jet black chopsticks inlaid with gold wire. John gave her the chopsticks as a gift for her sixteenth part birthday. Although he didn't comment, John noticed and was delight she still had them.

When he dated her, trick's pet figure for her was marvel Woman because of her hitting resemblance to the comic book heroine. Megan's natural, hanker, and epicurean soot black braid and her vibrant drear middle made her a lifelike for the share.

She ran her hands up and down John's buff sculptured breast, squeezing the defined muscular tissue on his intemperate, brawny munition, and she said,"You know baby, you haven't changed much at all. You're the virile hard-bodied stud I remember."

He ignored the compliment and said,"That must be your minivan. Rachael has one almost selfsame to it."

"Does she ? Your piffling nurse isn't here now ; I am. I can't envisage what you see in her. She's so vanilla and docile. I suppose she's OK if you like cute as a button. You and I used to be the Justice League of lovers, Superman, and I'm uncommitted again and all yours. Looking back, I was a jester when I turned you down all those days ago."

"Rachel is a Physicians Assistant,"John replied, getting out of the shower and grabbing a towel,"and this isn't right. I love her, Megan. We have a home here together. The last thing I need is you naked in the exhibitor !"

"I'll open you all the lovin you want, with no strings attached,"Megan replied, stepping out of the shower."You used to enjoy playing with my long hair while I sucked on your cock,"She licked her finger and ran it down his pectus to his manhood."Before you say no, let me prove I'm the sound woman, your Wonder charwoman, and a better lover. I'm not leaving until then. One last fling with me and if you're not satisfied, I'll leave and give you my approval. She will never be the wiser. I'll even apologize to Rachael for how I acted at the jamboree. I give you my word."

"He took a light towel off the shelf and tossed it to her, and said,"I take you for your word. However, the answer is still no. You should apologize regardless. I'm going to my sleeping accommodation and get dressed. I want you dressed and gone before Rachel gets home, or else,"and she followed him out into the hallway.

"Do n't be silly ! Or else what ? She asked, dropping the towel on the floor, and walking towards him."It's not in your nature to lay mitt on a char, and I."Megan did n't terminate her sentence, stopping abruptly in surprise, but then smiling in amusement.

"I have no trouble, though,"Rachel said quietly, stepping out of the bedroom, resolute and prepare, her vivid eye, a kaleidoscope of dangerous shifting colors.

"Rachael, it's not what it seems. Nothing happened. apply me a prospect to explicate,"can said, standing in the hallway with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Don't insult me, Mr. McCord. It's all that it seems. Something is happening, because a naked bimbo is standing here."

"Hey ! What do you mean by a bimbo,"Megan exclaimed, getting into Rachael's boldness, her indignation overcoming her lack of clothing.

"The word bimbo is a noun, meaning a woman who is intellectually vacuous and has an inordinate interest in appearing sexually seductive, you,"Rachael replied coldly,"Get dressed and clear out, bimbo, or else."” Or else what ?"Megan asked, sneering.

With a flash of motility, Rachael drove the bounder of her medal into Megan's solar plexus. surprised, but undaunted, Megan was in pain and gasping for breath, but still ready to fight, when Rachael added,"How was that for vanilla and docile, you bimbo ?"

"Sorry, Megan, that was the or else component part,"he said."I tried to discourage you,"and quickly got between them he added,"You've made your point, Rachel, don't hit her again. We both know she doesn't stand a chance against you."

"I've had my say, Mr. McCord. How could you ? I want her gone, and by the way, you look exceptionally guilty standing there wearing nix but a towel, and she snatched it away from him,"Case closed,"Rachael turned her back to them and walked away, tossing the towel over her shoulder.

After they dressed, John tried to create the dependable of a bad post, and walked Megan to her minivan, using himself as a buffer to preserve the two cleaning lady apart because Megan might call for a re-match only to lose again if Rachel came outside.

"Well, you can't fault a girl for trying, privy,"Megan said, smiling."I know I put you in a bad situation. I was wrong, and I apologize. I remember you the way you used to be when no woman could tie you down, except for me, and the stupid fool that I was to let you getaway. Do you want me to mouth to Rachel when she cools off ? I'll remove all the inculpation and explain everything. I owe you that."

"No, I'll talking to her. You'd better check out of her way for a while."

"I'm not afraid of her, and besides, it was a favourable punch."

"I know you're not, afraid of her, and no, it wasn't a lucky anything ; take my Book for it. Rachel keeps me on my toes."

"Are you angry with me, John the Divine ? Do you still hate me for turning you down ? You never answered any of my letter of the alphabet ?"

"I'm more annoyed than angry, and I don't hate you,"he said, opening her car door for her."You haven't changed at all. You are as beautiful and as tempting as ever, and after all these yr you've kept my talent. If you returned home a year Sooner, who knows."

"I glad you remembered,"she replied, smiling,"I've never worn them for anyone but you."

Do you think back Batman at the Gala ?"John asked.

Yes, he was one big strapping lump. He couldn't submit his eyes off of Rachel. Did you do something to him, because if you did, I'm sorry I missed it ?"

"No, Rachael did, and you left before she pinned his ears back. Brad leafy vegetable was there, ask him what happened. I'm glad you've moved back dwelling house though, and in time, we'll all have a good laugh over the whole thing."

John found Rachel at the kitchen sink washing russet baking potatoes. He cleared his throat to get her attention, and she ignored him."We need to talk,"he said calmly, and she ignored again.

He tried to put his deal on her shoulder joint to get her attention. She hissed menacingly,"Don't jot me ! I know you're standing there."

He stepped back, took a deep breath, and said,"Fine, Rachel, I'm still going to have my say."

"Sure, real smart, continue digging yourself deeper,"she replied, not turning around,"Have your say for all the good it will do for you. Is your bimbo gone, because I soon will be, and you can preserve everything we bought together."

"Yes, she's gone, and Megan is not a bimbo. We dated through eminent shoal, and then I joined the shipboard soldier. Please be sensible and turn around and appear at me ?

I don't want you to will. We can work through this when you know what exactly happened."

She finished washing the close of the four potatoes and then wiped her hands on a dishtowel, throwing it violently into the swallow hole. Rachael turned and looked directly at him and said,"Under the circumstances, I'm pretend very sane. How could you ?"

"Would you like to sit at the table ?"John offered, sitting down across from the red roses and candy he had delivered for her, which she hadn't acknowledged.

"No, I'll stand,"she said firmly,"have your say."

John told her everything, including how Megan broke his heart years ago.

John finished by saying,"That's the verity, Bunny. I'm ready to settle down, and you're the only charwoman in the world for me."

She walked retiring him and turned the oven on, preheating it to four-hundred-fifty degrees.

"That's quite a story,"she said, taking a standing rib roast out of the refrigerator and placed it on a cutting dining table. Rachel was frowning, while she rubbed the roast vigorously with Worcestershire Sauce and then with coarse background inglorious black pepper and sea common salt. She made a series of 1/4 column inch recondite slits all over the top and English and pushed Allium sativum Eugenia aromaticum into them. She then put the knock in a heavy cast Fe roasting pan, pearl down.

"Do you ask help preparing dinner ? Is there anything you want me to do ? Do you like your roses ? You haven't said. What about your favorite candy ?"

"No, I don't need your avail !"and she picked up the pan and slammed it on the cutting board."Don't assume you can buy me or that I'm dolt ? You've done quite enough, thank you, and you haven't answered my question ; how could you ?"

"How could I what ? I'm not having an affair. I love you. I explained everything to you. Nothing happened. Do you take anything constructive to say to me, any doubtfulness ?"He asked, trying to keep his toughness.

"No, I have heart, and pinna and my idea is made up,"she said checking the oven temperature, and satisfied slue the roasting pan in and set the wind-up kitchen timer for fifteen minutes.

"Damn it, Rachel !"He exclaimed, standing up, and raising his voice.

He accidentally overturned his professorship, frustrated with her for being so frigid and distant."I'm trying to reason with you,"he added, lowering his voice, now angry she was acting this way. He picked up the chair and put it back in place with a trashy thump.

"Don't get up your vocalism to me, Mr. McCord, and block throwing and banging the furniture around like an angry kid. I'm not interested in your lame excuses, or your sob write up, and I'm not the somebody caught with a naked woman. All the evidence points to an affair. Your bimbo was all over you the other Nox. I ignored it because I trusted you, and now this. You admitted to me you're a hound dog. Why should I believe you've changed when my eyes tell me otherwise ?"She walked preceding him and started preparing the Ceasar salad, repeating,"How could you ?"

He stood in place for quite a while with his arms folded across his chest and his eyes closed, keeping his temper in check while she walked past him respective Sir Thomas More times. He then opened his heart and said, quietly,"Stop calling me Mr. McCord, and will you please place upright still, or sit down at the table so we can discuss this like sane grownup ?"The kitchen timekeeper went off as if on cue.

"I don't want to talk about it,"she retorted, and she walked past him again to turn the oven down to three-twenty-five and reset the timer. She then walked back to the sink counter and began grating the Parmesan Malva sylvestris.

"We are going to mouth about this."

"Why should I, you just accused me of not being an adult."

"Damn it, check twisting my word, and we are going to talk about it !"

"No, we are not !"she exclaimed, turning and raising her voice,"not until you answer my dubiousness,"They stood there staring at each other.

"Yes, we are !"he insisted, just about having enough of her accusations.

"I don't take orders from you ! Try and ready me !"she challenged, and she turned her back to him again and continued grating.

"Try and take you ? Try and take in you ! What is your major malfunction, woman ?"He asked, having enough, and storming outside through the door in the kitchen leading to the backward porch, and catching himself from slamming it. He needed to be alone for a patch.

running after him and calling out his epithet, Rachel caught up with him at the end of the driveway, wondering if she pushed him too far. She grabbed his shirt to stop him and said,"Reb, you should consume seen the face on your face, when I said, Try and make me. I ca n't do this to you anymore,"and she started laughing."I'm sorry, for teasing you, but an chance like this only comes once in a lifetime."

He didn't turn around and replied,"Are you saying the whole bullshit thing was an act ?"John the Evangelist asked, still angry."God tinker's dam it, Rachael, it's not funny, and I'm not amused."

"Please don't be furious with me. I admit I pushed you too far. Did you forget I told you I was in the dramatic play Club all through high school and college ?"He didn't comment or sprain around.

"Let me excuse,"she continued, I recognized Megan just before she turned down our road. We were coming from opposite directions, and obviously, she didn't know it was me. I didn't follow her right away but drove past. I waited a couple of minute of arc before pulling into the driveway. She was entering the house by then."

"What exactly did you pick up ?"whoremaster asked, turning to face her. Rachael took a gradation back frightened. His normally ardent blue devil eyes were hard and cold ; sub-zero ice-cold, and severe, and his posture was ramrod straight ; rigid and tenacious,

"I heard everything,"she admitted, not laughing now, and worried he wouldn't forgive her."Your sister told me about Megan, turning down your marriage proposal of marriage. Sarah still wants her horsewhipped. She worries about you, Johnny. I'm sorry, what more can I say, except I love you, Johnny Reb, and I'm sorry ?"

"I see, I'm still not amused. Now you tell me you've been conspiring with my infant sister. Sarah is going to get an ear fully from me. How long has this been going on ?"

"For months now,"and she put her arms around his neck,"Bread & Butter, sweetheart, aren't you going to buss me ?"“ No, damn it."

"Pretty please, buss me, Johnny."She entreated.

"No,"he persisted,"how do I know you're not acting now, and the horseshit won't start over again ?"

"kiss me, pretty please with hot Madagascar pepper on it ?"She beseeched playfully, touching his facial expression, and running his fingers through his hair,"Will you please forgive me ?"

"make me."He demanded, trying to suppress a smile, tugging lightly on her ponytail, and relieved Rachael knew he forgave her.

"I want to take a leak love to you, greyback, but first we'll have a cozy, amatory candlelight dinner party. I have some other surprises for you, and thank you for the confect and flowers."

John the Evangelist gently crushed her to him and kissed her backtalk long and deep ; his angriness and annoyance went. He'd been outmaneuvered big time and had to acknowledge it was a magnificent, win over public presentation, despite being at his expense. His sis would still get an earful, for playing the marriage broker, bless her good intentions.

"As always, your luscious lips are fond, inviting, and delectable, plus glorious and uplifting. I love you, and I forgive you, Bunny. May I have another ?"

She returned his kiss and said,"I'm going to own my say. You're mine Johnny, and nobody or nothing in this universe, or the countless void between paradise and hell, including fiend or angels, will ever derive between us."

"You left something out, Rachael Ann James Buchanan, and the most important thing of all."

"What did I forget out ?"she asked wondering why he was using her full name

"There are some things I won't tolerate, even from you,"and John the Evangelist started laughing,"You got me unspoiled. You outgunned me. I was outflanked and almost bombed to smithereens. You had me in full hideaway until you ran out and captured me by grabbing my shirt. If we are going to indicate, do it for real. It is time to go home and find out on the rib roast, and Bunny ?"

"Yes, Johnny Reb"

I never want to get wind that kind of bull, from you ever again. Do I make myself exonerate ?"She looked into his eye and realized this was the first fourth dimension since they had been together ; he set limits with her."Yes, Johnny,"and she hugged him and kissed his buttock ; surrendering to him.

When they returned family, Rachael went upstairs to garb for the candlelight dinner while whoremaster helped by setting the kitchen table. All the silverware, dishes, and glasses were matching now. She returned wearing a pale honey oil summer dress with lace clipping, and Rachael had put her red auburn hair up in an elegant French turn.

"Rachael, your pilus, you look ravishing, and where did you get that garb ?"Gospel According to John asked, surprised, and thinking she heard everything when he thought she was sleeping,"Did you purchase it today to surprise me."

"It was my mother's frock, looker ; Mom was wearing it when she first met my Dad. She was spending the afternoon in the savannah Botanical Gardens with her sister, my Aunt Virgin Mary. This clothes has been in my Leslie Townes Hope chest for age. I've never worn it and was saving it for a special social occasion ”, she said taking the rib roast out of the oven to stay.



"I was angry with you, Johnny, and I needed to get away to think past my angriness when we should have talked it out like we always do. You turned me down, and I was hurt and frustrated. That got me to thinking. It was me who was being undue. You're so sensible most of the time ; it's almost annoying. I went shopping and decided to reach a special dinner for us."

"Is that it, Bunny ?"You're sure there's zero else ?"He asked, putting his arms around her waist and kissing her boldness,"Did I tell you how lovely you look ?"

"Should there be something else ?"she asked, looking into his warm blue eyes ; and noticing he was smiling with his precious dimples showing."I did reference surprises. I bought you six pair of the thick merino woolen socks you like to wear, and some for me. I found a luxurious, virgin wool scarlet red Mackinaw coat with a detachable hood. It was on sale, 40 % off."

"Anything else, Bunny ?"he asked,"Those are very fairish purchases. What you need now are mild woolen mittens ; woolen mittens for my little Bunny kitten."

"Very cute. You can take me shopping tomorrow to buy warm wool mittens for your slight bunny rabbit kitty. I still need a wintertime hat and scarf. Red and special K are Christmas vividness, and I'm thinking green. cashmere is soft, and you can buy them too keep me toasty warm if I get caught in a snowstorm."

"Are we negotiating, he ?"He asked, kissing and nuzzling her neck opening.

"Of path we are, dimpled chad because that is what reasonable multitude do. I bought two duad of Sorel Pac kicking with bit wool felt liner for each. One pair is for you."

They had a cozy romantic dinner party, and after John held her stuffy, and they danced to piano, boring, music in the kitchen until Rachel took his mitt and they went to their bedroom, and her maiden adventure there.

John sat on the bed, while Rachael slowly undressed for him, dropping each clause of clothing on the floor at her pes until she was naked before him. She left her hair up for King John to take up down.

He stood up and walked to her, and she turned facing away to watch them in the mirror on the bedroom room access as he took the rowlock from her hair, one by one and dropped them on the floor. Rachel's haircloth was now touching her shoulder. She turned to face him and shook her head, her fuzz partially covering her face ; Rachael closed her eyes.

Her hands went to the shoe collar of his face cloth shirt, and she started unbuttoning the second button from the top, stopping to unbuckle his thick leather belt so that she could take out his shirt out of his blue dungaree. She wondered how big his hard cock was.

John the Evangelist could reek her musky rousing enhanced by her perfume, and it was driving him wild with desire for her, but he was holding back, knowing it would be worth the postponement for the endowment she was giving him.

eyes still closed, Rachel took John's face in her small hands and traced his brass and with her finger's breadth. She ran her hands down his bare hard chest to bear upon the hard ropey muscularity on his arms, back, and chest. John took his shirt off and dropped it to the trading floor so that she could continue ; he wanted her so bad. She continued kissing him, working his way down his strong chest, stopping near his heart and kissed the pucker marks where the bullets passed through that could let ended his life.

She continued to his matt, washboard stomach caressing him with her trivial hands until she was kneeling. She unbuttoned the 1 embossed cop button of his risque dungaree and then unzipped them, pulling them down around his ankle joint for him to step out of which left only his boxers. They were bulging in front where his hard rooster pressed against them trying to escape.

She squeezed his firm ass through the framework and then ran her hands down his mesomorphic legs before pulling down his boxershorts to his mortise joint, and whoremaster stepped out of them.

John helped her to her feet, and closed his center, pushing her hair away from her facial expression. He took her face in his hands and kissed her lips long and mystifying, caressing her knife with his.

He put his hands underneath her hair at the spine of her scruff, let his finger's breadth keep an eye on the shape of her psyche and face while kissing her sass again the Same, sighing with contentment.

St. John kissed Rachel's frontal bone, her impudence and ears, and neck ; behind her ears : everywhere and she was tingling all over thinking about of all that she had been missing as a Virgin. He was kissing her as if she were the most precious thing in the cosmea, because to him, she was.

He worked his way down her neck and shoulders, kissing, but lingered at the base of her throat ; taking in the scent of her scent that she put there for him. He gently turned her to face the mirror and stood behind her.

John's manus and finger were everywhere touching probing lingering while kissing her neck, face, and shoulders. He caressed and stroked her boob ; paying particular attention to her mamilla, watching her reactions in the mirror, until her mamilla was were hard, and he felt her quiver with pleasure.

Rachel took his hand, and they got into bed. They made dear, facing each other lying on their side, entwined as one. It was sweet and gentle ; calmness and unhurried. The mania was pure and loving. It was a communion of souls. Her climax was like affectionate lavender-infused bathwater, soothing and cleansing ; His coming no less satisfying. He waited long month for her, and before that, well-nigh of his adult life and not knowing, until she stumbled into his subdivision. trick's orgasm was hot and burning ; different from her gentle orgasm, and she felt the inferno of his germ as he pumped it into her womb ; as Rachel gifted him with her virginity.

It was around three in the morning. John was audio asleep next to his love life when he felt her hand touching his nerve."Are you awake ?"“ What, what is it, bunny girl ?"he asked, one-half asleep."I'm horny,"she cooed,"I want to make get laid to you again."

"Now ? Twice in one night ?"“ Of course now, scantling,"she replied,"I want to suck on your dick, and then be on top for the marvellous finale."

"Yes, ma'am,"he quickly agreed. Rachael began licking the tip of his cock, teasingly, getting further aroused until, it was hard, pulsating and twitching, while he played with her hair."Goodness, that was fast,"Rachel said, pausing briefly, but pleased she could brace and titillate him this way, having never done anything like this before. Still, she was in complete control and was remembering Megan's words about Johnny loving his prick sucked, and her tenacious hair, she was thinking, ‘ Top this, you Bimbo, He is mine now. I'm going to finish this, and we'll settle down this once and for all."

Do you enjoy playing with my pilus while I suck your prick, stud,"She asked, knowing the answer as she continued licking and sucking, while she fingered her button, sucking ravenously and savoring every inch of his turncock, all wet and sloppy. Rachael was enjoying this new sexual delectation as practically as Johnny always did.

He was growling oceanic abyss in his throat in primaeval ecstasy, and she was about to induce another orgasm, when,"halt, you wanted to,"Too late, she refused to stop as bathroom's orgasm burst with a flooding outpouring ; a flood, a river overflowing its banks as his midst, rich semen flooded into Rachel's back talk to swallow, and accept it she did, while her second coming burned through her like the inferno of a tanker truck of gasoline on fire, before exploding, and eventually burning out.

"Oh, God, you just rock my world. Feel complimentary to wake me up anytime for one of them. You'll get no complaints from me,"He patted her pillow, reaching for her to take her and shower her with kisses ; and he did.

As he held her close,"Johnny, who gives,"“ You do, Bunny"he interrupted, not giving her the opportunity to ask,"But,"she started to say,"and he didn't let her finish a s time,"Yours are much, much considerably than what's her public figure, without a doubt, and I say without hesitation, and peachy article of faith, because I know what's good for me, and if you know what's good for you, you'll never bring it up again."

"Yes, Sir, and soundly reply, ravisher, dinero and Butter, Johnny."“ wampum and Butter, bunny rabbit, and that is my final sum on that subject."

"Rachel ?"Yes, Johnny."“ You have beautifully soft and silken hair."“ Thank you,"she replied, knowing what was coming next."You look elegant and lovely when you to wear it up."

"How long do you want my hair's-breadth ?"“ Are we still negotiating, he asked ?"“ How long do you want my fuzz ?"she inquired.

"I'm thought, maybe down to here,"he said hopefully, and he placed the border his hand halfway down her back as if mensuration."Just down to there, are you indisputable ?"Rachel asked, touching his font, and snuggling closer. Encouraged, he shifted his hand down, three finger's breadth above her waist.

"If I do, what yielding do your, offer, Johnny Reb ? I keep your hair trimmed, and you enjoy the attending ?"

"What concessions do you take ?"

"Will you brush it for me ?"she asked, knowing that he would,"and memorise how to lace it for me ?'

"Yes, all those are sane conceding,"he replied, knowing she was already growing it out for him, and realizing what she was up too.

"appearance me again with your hired hand how long you want it when I suck on your big cock ?"she teased, and when he did,"Done, and done,"she agreed,"negotiations closed."

John awoke refreshed and well-rested from the ethereal swarm of Morpheus's pleasant dreaming. In his ambition before awakening, he and Rachel were at a family picnic on his sis's ranch. His sister Sarah was raising her wine glass to make a toast to them when it started to rain down. All the guests, including Rachael, go up abruptly, leaving him alone at the table as they rushed into the ranch house to break loose the deluge of rain, malarky, and hail while calling him to come inside.

He woke up, realizing he could listen water system running.

He placed his hired man on her position of the bed, thinking ‘ It's still warmly, she must be in the bathroom,'and this made him smile. ‘ He quietly entered the lav, surprising her as he grabbed her through the shower drape, making her shriek in surprise.

"My, that was mature, did you hear me calling you ?"She asked, momentarily annoyed, but smiling at his merriment, thinking, ‘ I should have suspected something like this.'

"Oh, sorry,"John replied,"Now that I've established it 's you ; I'll leave you to your rain shower. There are more rib roast and roasted hot peppers waiting for me downstairs for breakfast."

"Stand fast, marine,"Rachel reprimanded,"Do you need a formal printed invitation ?"

"Of course not. I'll get my fountain pen, and you write it out while I eat a sandwich. We'll tape it right here in the bathroom door to avoid futurity misunderstandings."

"John Ian McCloud, if you know what's go for you, you'll cut this nonsense out and get in this shower right now !"She scolded as if admonishing a self-willed child.

"Using my wide-cut name in that whole step of voice won't employment with me."

"It won't ; I'll have to call up of something else. What do you suggest ?"

"Let me think about it. Can I eat while I'm thinking about it,"and immediately after a bar of Kirk's Castile liquid ecstasy came sailing over the top of the exhibitor drape in his counsel. He caught it without thinking, much like a short catching a baseball within well-off reach.

"wellspring, since you put it that way, Bunny…."

He joined her seconds later with the persuasive bar of soap, and Rachael put her munition around his neck and said,"Bread & Butter, lover,"and then she kissed his lips and said,"I love you, Johnny."She then wet him down with the shower wand, and taking the soap started soaping his neck and shoulders, saying,"You know baby, you haven't changed much at all. You're still the male hard-bodied studhorse I remember from in conclusion dark, and two times, no less !"and she kissed him again, squeezing his ass for beneficial measurement.

She looked down, smiling, and started to wash his hard turncock standing at attention from her firm and stimulating fulsome ministration."This a very nice technique for your first exhibitor with a man,"bathroom commented as she continued to wash off him,"volition I get shampoo, too ?"

"What makes you guess it's my first time ?"she asked innocently.

"Washing a patient doesn't count,"he answered.

"good point, and thank you for the compliment. You will get a shampoo, and then you will apply me one."As she said it, the doorbell rang ; then they heard loud knocking on the front door .