A couple hours later, Jeff returns. He hands me a heavy scandalmongering gasbag. I open it up to see a new recommendation, social protection number, ID, and a prepaid phone. I open up my passport and see a fairly recent picture of me. The gens reads"Oliver George Lucas Porter."

"Sorry you couldn't choose the new name. We did reserve you to maintain Lucas with it."Jeff tells me.

I look at my phone and spread out up my contacts to observe only one name.

"Heather P."

"So Mr. King Oliver, do you sustain any questions for me ?"Jeff asks.

I shake my head as I try to adjust myself to my new reality.

I spend the next four hebdomad in the infirmary regaining my intensity level. I had to hang physical therapy academic term about three to four time each day. My MD and therapist both had to help me try and stand on my two feet and keep me balanced the first week. Then it was a matter of walking and completing sure physical exercises to show that I had regained vital motor attainment to function normally. After being in a comatoseness for five months, lying in bed the whole clock time, my branch were weak to say the least. My altogether body felt weak and frail. I did the best I could in the month of recuperation to eat, make headway weight, and retrain my body to function somewhat normally.

One dayspring, I take a honest tone at myself in the mirror, after attending a physical therapy session. I have scrape on my fount, down my pectus, and my implements of war. They're a perm admonisher of the torture that Mark Clark put me through back at the motel. I have a new name and new indistinguishability now. But that will never undo the past times of who I was. My scars will always remind me of who I was.

After a calendar month of forcible therapy, I'm discharged from the hospital. I get into an SUV with Jeff. The driver takes us to a private airfield in Maryland outside of DC. Jeff explains to me along the way that I'm leaving the country and have no opportunity of coming back whatsoever.

"Joseph Oliver, the day that Luke slam and killed Mr. Taylor, it sparked and created consequence that can never be fixed. The damage is done. To avoid paying the price for what your actions did, you must leave and NEVER come back. A lot of people were involved in faking the death of George Lucas Kelly metalworker and giving you a new identity element all while keeping a low-profile. THIS is the lonesome way you can keep Gospel According to Luke's family condom. Do I stimulate myself clear ?"

I take a inscrutable breathing time and acknowledge him. It hurts that I never got to say goodbye to my mob. I was going to omit them for sure. But in all loveliness, I should be dead right now. It's a miracle I even recovered from my trauma I sustained while trapped in that motel. I try to see the bright side in all this. I'm being given the opportunity to start life sentence all over again. A new name, smart get-go, and new beginning !

We arrive at the landing field. The SUV takes us to a private hanger where I'm greeted by the slew of a private jet, two pilots, and a flight of stairs attendant. Jeff gives me a grip before we step out of the vehicle.

"You have all your of import papers in this briefcase. Additionally, you have in here your bank information with routing numbers and access to an seaward score we have given you to fund your permanent stay in Italy, your new home."

We walk towards the plane as he continues to explain what I need to have sex.

"Also Mr. King Oliver Porter, you will get an automated text upon landing. It will reveal your new townsfolk of manse and how to get there, virtually potential by train. Once you get to your final destination, you are to text the lonesome contact on your earpiece that you have arrived. They will arrange your DoT from there to your new home."

Jeff finishes what he has to say and asks with a grinning if I have any questions.

"No sir."

Jeff extends his hand toward me.

"Well then Mr. Joseph Oliver Porter, my study here is done. It's been a privilege and I wish you the outflank of luck in your newfound freedom."

We exchange hand and I thank him for everything as we part ways. It's been about a calendar month since Jeff introduced me to my new public figure of Oliver Porter, but it's still weird. All my spirit I've been Lucas Emmett Kelly Joseph Smith. Luke for shortsighted. But that person no longer exists.

I am soon greeted by the pilot burner and the endearing flight attendant as I step onboard the aircraft, bounce for Italian Republic. I have my briefcase and a pocket-sized luggage with some apparel. I get settled quickly onboard. It takes only minutes for the carpenter's plane to taxi and give the runway. As we accelerate down the track and suit airborne, I take a looking at out the window and see everything I'm leaving arse. So long USA.

It's a long flying all the way to Italy. I try to hold back myself busy in the air. The briefcase that Mr. Jeff gave me included a laptop.

I do a lot of research on animation in Europe, the beautiful village I'm supposed to move to, the rudiments of speaking Italian, etc. I am not able-bodied to sleep one bit. My Flight tender onboard the woodworking plane with me is named Emily. She takes great care of me. Always checking up and seeing how I'm doing. The private jet I'm on is very luxurious ! My seat reclines into a bed and I have my own business office space within my invest sphere. It's very private, and me feel authoritative for some reason. On the exterior of my seating country, there's a couple of couches, other seats, as well as a mini bar. Emily, my stewardess, has a seat near the front of the aircraft, close to the caboose where she preps my repast. We have conversations throughout the flight whenever she checks up on me.

"Can I get you anything Mr. door guard ?"

Emily would ask me every so often. Still finger Weird to be addressed by my new figure.

Eventually I step out of my carrel, as I like to call it, and make my way towards the back of the aircraft and to the miniskirt bar. I grab a beer from the fridge and sit down on the couch beside it. I push the outcry push button remote and signaling for Emily to make out to me.

"What can I get for you Mr. hall porter ?"

I ask her for a bottleful of Irish whisky whisky and two glasses. Emily returns momentarily and pours the whiskey in both glasses.

"Is there a reason you wanted the surplus glass Mr. Porter ?"she asks.

I smile at her and nod.

"Please call me Oliver. And yes, I'd like for you to sit down and join me, if you're ok with that."

Emily kindly refrains from doing so saying she's on the job and in uniform and all this other frill, but I try to convince her regardless to sit and drink a toast with me.

"C'mon Emily, just one drink. You've been so kind to me on this new journey of mine. I'm a new man ! If I'm being honest, you're technically the first woman I've interacted with since having changed my identity."

I can see Emily is hesitant at first, but eventually she loosens her grip.

"Ok Oliver, just one drink."

I grab my drinking glass and raise mine up with hers.

"Cheers."

We both drink the whisky in one gulp. Emily sits down beside me on the couch as we engage in conversation. I tell Emily as much as I can about who I was without revealing too many details. I don't give her my old gens or where I'm from for prudence. As a matter of fact, from what Emily has told me so far about her job, she works for a private company that transports all form of people around the globe. Many have had hidden identities and aliases as well. Some were government contract bridge and others were people in Witness Protection. Many she has transported oeuvre for the CIA and other government delegacy. So without a doubt in my psyche, I knew I could trust her with telling my story, just without any names and locations.

I tell her about how I fell in passion with a adult female who had a deranged jealous married man. About what he did to me and to her inside of the motel. How I've been since I've woken up from my comatoseness. Emily sits down and just listens to me blab with a earnest fascination for what I have to say.

"You've been through snake pit and back Oliver. What's your design for once you arrive in Italia ?"

I think about it and shrug.

"Honestly, I don't know. I have a set of instructions and information on how to get to where I'm supposed to be. But from there, I just have to see what happens."

"And what about the woman you fell in agate line with ? Are you ever going to see her again ?"

It's a great question, but I don't even have an answer to that because I don't know when I'm supposed to see her. I kept asking Jeff about reddish blue, but all he would tell me is that she's animated and well. He hinted at me that I'd see her sooner than later.

Suddenly I hear a high-low chime from above. Emily gets up and pass toward the front line of the plane.

"I'll be back. The captain is calling to check up on me."

I take a salutary feel at my friendly air hostess. I never really remark how beautiful she is. She wears on a tight white collared shirt that hugs her sensitive sized breasts and a black mini tie around her neck opening. On her head, she wears a stewardess hat which reminds me of something Navy Panama hat would birth on. Emily has a tight miniskirt skirt on with scanty hosiery on and high bounder. Her doll does a improbable job of showing how round of golf and curvy her ass is. Emily looks to be in her early 1930s with blond hair and tan skin.

Emily speaks to the pilots for a few second. She makes her way back over to me and sits down.

"Sorry about that Oliver. Just had to tally up on my crew."

"It's all respectable. No worries."

"Can I get you anything else right now ?"

I shrug."I'm all set. You've been so variety to me. It feels gracious to be able to talk to someone about all the diddley I've been through the stopping point year."

Emily stares at me with form eyes and understanding. With her sitting just inch from me, I eye her up and down really admiring her look. Her cleavage exposed to me and her scotch legs showing me how thick her ass is from the sides. For the number one clip in a long fourth dimension, I'm feeling something I haven't felt since I've awoken from my coma : Blue Balls !

I'm able-bodied to discreetly proceed my erecting hidden without drawing any attention. However, Emily clearly sees me eyeing her and enjoying the view.

"Oliver, you've been through so much pain and woe. I can't conceive of what you're feeling right now. I wish I could take away all the hurt that you're feeling and be able to guarantee that you'll be ok."She tells me this as she reaches over and grabs my hand. I feel like I might just explode in my pants ! My tool hurts from the pressure of my legs keeping it tucked down !

"Thanks Emily. As much as this sucks, I like to expect at the positive side of this and think that this is just a new adventure I'm about to begin. I'm a new man and this is a new origin. So out with the old and in with the new."

Emily flashes a smile at me.

"I like that ! That's a heavy way to opine of this situation !"

Still holding onto my paw, she clears her throat and looks me in the eyes.

"So Joseph Oliver, about this new adventure ... ..can I help you celebrate your newfound freedom ?"

A bit confused, I ask her what she means.

She then stands up excitedly, and walks to the back of the airplane. She reaches into the miniskirt bunch closet and pulls out her overnight luggage. Inside of it, she reaches in and takes out a pocket-size pink bag.

I'm still a slight disjointed as she makes her way back over to me and onto the sofa.

"Open this for me sweetie ?"

I grab the pinko bag from Emily and unzip it. My eyes widen when I stare at the contents of the bag. A bottleful of lotion, condoms, anal retentive nag, lube, and perfume.

I'm speechless at first off but I'm able to speak up.

"I'd love to lionise my new exemption with you."I tell her.

Emily shifts herself and sits onto my lap. She gets very close to my look and whispering,

"I knew you would. Now lets have some mile-high fun."

With that, our lips touch and ringlet.

We start slow at for the first time until I feel Emily's tongue invade my mouth. We fondle and embrace each other as our tongues wrestle each other. My script reach down to her shank and reach below as I get a upright flavor of her business firm ass buttock. My stewardess begins to grind herself on my crotch as I rub her ass. I feel her legs shift on each side as she kicks off her heels. As I shove my natural language down Emily's throat, all I can mean about are my sense coming back to life ! The way her hair brushes on my typeface and cervix. How she smells of lavender and Cocos nucifera oil. Her breath tasting minty with the remnants of the whisky we both indulged. All the while thinking how horny I was at the like time ! Emily has my cock at the hardest it's been in month ! Oh the joy of being able to satisfy my sexual urges after such a boastfully drouth ! She continues to grind herself on me as we kiss.

Eventually, I pull her off me just to breathe !

She laughs when I do so.

"Too much ?"

I pull myself up and stand facing her.

"Hmmm ... I'd say Sir Thomas More like not enough !"

I pull myself closer to her and begin to kiss her neck biting it gently as my deal begin to unbutton her shirt. Emily closes her eyes moaning softly enjoying the tickling sensations of my kisses and nibbling. I unbutton her shirt completely and pull it off exposing her blanched lacy bra. Reaching behind her back, my men swiftly find her straps. I hear the magic dog as her bra falls down onto the floor. With her blackamoor tie still around her cervix, I take a adept feel at her naked titty in awe. Emily has medium sized knocker that are perky with set nipples. I stand staring at those beautiful globes in front man of me. With a smiling, she takes my hands and puts them up to her dresser.

"point staring and savor them already."

Immediately I'm taken out of my trance. I sit back onto the couch behind me. Emily gets back onto my lap as I take her breast and rub them back and forth against my face. I grab her left tit and keep to gently lick her set nipple. Emily continues to moan softly as I switch around licking each of her titty and nipples. I find the courage, and bite them as I hold her down on my lap to keep her from squirming.

"Oh YES ! Oh YES Oliver !"My air hostess encourages me to nibble on her mammilla. I proceed to knead her boob for a little while as we continue to kiss and embrace each former. Emily then decides that it's time to continue. She pushes her way off my lap as she stands up. She turns around and bends over, pulling her skirt down in the process, leaving me the perfect thought of her step-in and pantyhose. She gives me a position glance smile as she bends back down and slowly pulls off her thin sinister panties, exposing her bare ass and thick pussy sass. She tosses them to the side and backs her way into my face. I take my hands and smack them hard against the sides of her firm curvy ass. She grunts loudly each fourth dimension I do so. I continue to act as around with Emily's ass slapping it and watching her cheeks jiggle. She shakes her derriere in my face as she bends over bringing it close to my face giving me an astonishing whiff of her snatch and ass.

"predilection me Oliver."

I take my tongue and get down to eat the faithful of her clit as my nose is buried into her motherfucker. I circle my glossa around her outer pussy lips, eventually making its way up to her ass. I open Emily's ass blanket as I can, allowing her to gape her pleasant-tasting hole. With two fingers, I bury them deep into her ass causing her to gasp.

"YES ! finger my tight ass !"

My fingers slowly push rich into Emily's ass. I push them in and out. Repeatedly. Emily begs for more increasing her dirty talk.

"FINGER THAT mother fucker ! ass ! ! That's the fleck ! ! !"

Emily takes control once again stepping forward away from me.

She reaches into her pink bag and pulls out her lubricating substance and butt end plug. She pours a generous amount of lubricating substance on her hand and then her stopper. She reaches behind herself and slowly fingers her asshole. Emily lays back onto the couch and passes me her plug.

"Do me a party favor hun and put this soft touch up my ass please ?"

I didn't need to hear her say THAT twice ! I grab her plug and adjust it with her night puckered cakehole. Emily spreads her legs apart to make it easier for me. She spreads her asscheeks and gapes her mess allowing me to put the plug deep into her without any trouble. With my hand covered in lubricant, I lean into Emily and begin to kiss her once again as I play with her button. She groans as she pulls me closer and osculate me enjoying the sentiency. Emily pulls me away.

"You've done enough for me Oliver. Now let me fall the favour !"

Emily pulls my shirt off and tosses it to the side. She signals for me to stand up. She grabs my belt and unbuckles it. She then yanks down my bloomers and underwear together, allowing my putz to finally digest at care freely ! She takes a few seconds to admire the size and look of it. Emily then bear on me severely back into the couch and climbs her way on top of me.

"I want you to just unwind and look me in the middle. Can you do that for me ?"I nod with lust as I watch Emily get back off of me and turn her human knee down onto the floor in presence of me. She takes her tongue and swivels it around my helmet. She licks my tip and slowly licks her way up and down my scape. I grunt enjoying the very familiar sensation of being licked like an ice cream cone. Violet just loved doing that for me while she sucked me off. Oh how it's felt like years since we've cobbler's last seen each other ! Emily then begins to suck me off slowly at outset but increases her tempo bobbing her head up and down. She stares at me as she does so obviously enjoying the fact that I'm in the heat of the moment enjoying it all ! She then surprises me next when I feel her forefinger liquidity crisis into my bastard !

"Oh SOB ! What the FUCK ? ?"

Emily continues to bob her head up and down faster chocking on her spittle with my precum. Emily releases her mouth from my gumshoe to retrieve some air. She smirks at me catching her breath.

"Do you like this ?"

I shake my oral sex excitedly with her finger still up my ass.

"I was not expecting that at all !"

Emily smirks again.

"Good."

With that, she begins to finger my ass as her lip make way to my egg. She engulfs my entire pocket into her mouth and begins to blow on them while fingering me.

My eyes were practically rolled to the back of my brain ! Who is this woman ? ? I could not think what a freak my trajectory attender is ! Emily then cream my ball pouch all the way up to my lance. She does this for a few minutes until I'm unable to handle the situation any foresighted.

"Emily, I'm going to cum right now !"

She pulls her finger out of my ass jerks me off intensely ! As soon as her back talk touch the tip of my cock, I erupt and spill my massive stacks down her pharynx ! This being my initiatory climax in almost six months, I'm shocked to see the quantity of jizz shooting out of me into Emily's mouth ! And she takes ALL of it, struggling to keep from spitting some out.

Once I'm able to calm down, Emily pulls herself up breathing heavily.

"That was looney ! I've never swallowed or seen a incumbrance so big ! You scared me for a bit, I felt like I was drowning in cum !"

"Well, five months in a coma will do that to you ya know."I tell her laughing.

She playfully shoves me as she stands up.

"Can I get you some water ?"

I nod as I start to palpate the thirst bitch in. I watch her walk away to the cookhouse to get us some crapulence. She's completely naked only leaving on her black tie around her neck and her pantyhose. I look at the sheeny butt cud up inside her ass.

As soon as we're both hydrated, Emily gets onto my lap and adjusts my cock with her cunt. She sits down slowly onto my lap with a big pant as she takes my stallion shaft up inside of her. Before she can take off riding me, we hear the maitre d'hotel make an announcement on the PA.

"Just a heads up Emily and Joseph Oliver, we're about to enter a storm with control to stark turbulence, so please sit down and warp up until we turn off the seat belt signal giving you the all-clear that it's safe to go about the cabin."

We hear a high chime as the chieftain illuminates the seat belt sign.

"Damnit ! Just when the genuine fun was about to start !"Emily exclaims.

That's when my brain gets a Inner Light bulb idea.

"Why stop now ? I'm already inside of you locked and quick to go. Why don't we let the turbulence do the body of work for us here eh ?"

Emily's eyes widen with excitement.

"I'm totally up for that !"

She begins to craunch her hips on me as she slowly starts to bounce on my hammer. She slowly rides my shaft bouncing up and down, keeping my dick hardened inside her. A few hour pass and suddenly the plane milkshake with nifty military force. I grab onto Emily's waist for musical accompaniment, keeping her truelove on top of me so she doesn't fall. The plane begins to happen around up and down aggressively. The turbulence was definitely worse than centrist. I continue to have got onto Emily as the woodworking plane bounces up and down. With the turbulence shaking the airplane, Emily shifts up and down on my cock. We both moan together enjoying the impression of female parent Nature doing the oeuvre for us.

"ass YES King Oliver ! fuck me !"Emily screams.

Smiling, I sit back and relax as I let the upheaval do it's thing and fuck Emily.

The turbulence went on for about 10 minutes as Emily rode me. Eventually, the Sturm und Drang went from shaking the plane up and down to side to side, allowing Emily to craunch herself on my dick.

"Oh King Oliver, I'm going to cum baby ! !"

With the service of the turbulence, I'm able-bodied to take over. I pull her finisher to me as I begin to stimulate my body up and down increasing my pace. Emily begs for me to jazz her faster as I enjoy the strait of her screams and my dick clapping her buttock.

"FUCK ! ! !"She screams with her manus wrapped around my neck.

I feel Emily cream herself on my shaft as I slow down and pull her off of me.

"Oh My ! That was phenomenal Joseph Oliver ! And the Sturm und Drang ? ? incredible ! !"

We catch our breathing time once more. I was on the wand of cumming again so my dick stayed firmly. Emily lays down on the sofa catching her breather. I glance down at her naked sweaty organic structure. Her shiny plug caught my attention once again.

"How about I replace that quid of yours and fill your ass up with my pecker ?"

Emily gives me a dirty smile.

"Go for it !"

I slowly reach for her sparking plug. I pull it out very slowly until it completely emerges exposing Emily's gaping asshole.

"fill me up !"

I grab her and lean her back into the corner of the couch and spread her legs wide apart. With one genu on the story and the other on the end of the couch, I grab my peter and easily slip in it whole into her asshole. Emily's eyes widen as she gasps.

"roll in the hay !"

With my orgasm approaching, I quickly pick up my gait and fuck her mean ass thrusting roughly in and out of her.

"C'mon Oliver ! nooky my tight arse fop ! I'm not afraid of that big cock of yours in my butthole ! FUCK ME HARDER ! !"

As I continued to pound this horny stewardess in the ass, I grab her bosom and sting down hard on her nipple causing her to yell even more ! My second orgasm being minute away, I then pull my cock out and shove the entirety of it into her kitty as I release my moment load deep into Emily.

"piece of ass ! ! ! Cum in my pussy ! ! YES ! ! !"

My second incumbrance was almost as big as my starting time ! As soon as I'm abandon, I pull out of her and stand up.

"gustatory modality my seed you stewardess whore !"

I reach into her pussy and dig the remnants of my load out of her. Emily grabs my handwriting and shoves my digit in her backtalk licking up my spunk.

"Hmmm, so delicious you are."

With that, Emily stands up and buss me.

"promise you're satisfied with your newfound freedom celebration."

"That was incredible ! Started off with a bang !"I said jokingly.

Emily cleans herself up as she prepares the aircraft for arrival. I'm able to wash up and clean our sphere up while we start our downslope into Italian Republic. clock time flies when you're having a groovy time !

As soon as the wheel touch the earth, I receive an automatize text message."WELCOME TO Genova, Italia ! NEXT STOP FOR YOU MR. O. Henry IS VERNAZZA"it reads.

I look up the location on my phone using the maps. The quickest way to get there is by wagon train. From the looks of it, the string station is a few mental block from the drome and has regular service to and from the region of Vernazza. The future train leaves in about 45 minutes. Once the plane is completely block up and parked at the hangar, Emily opens up the main cabin door and the flight of stairs deck doorway for the cowcatcher.

She makes an promulgation on the PA,

"Welcome to Genova Italy !"

I grab my dish and walk to to the front of the planing machine.

"good luck Mr. Katherine Anne Porter on all your hereafter endeavors."Emily gives me a hug acting polite and master as both of the pilot burner are in lot of us. If only they knew about her little"celebration"she did for me.

"Thanks for everything Emily. God amphetamine and I wish you well."

I say my thanks to both cowcatcher for the dependable flight of stairs and make believe my way into the hangar which leads to a small terminal.

After clearing customs in the private hangar, I head inside the terminal. I'm surprised to see a gentleman in a suit holding a sign with the name"Oliver Porter."

"Mr. Porter ?"He asks me as he sees me staring at the sign for a little bit.

I greet him as he tells me that he is my transportation to the train station. I thank him as he helps me with my cup of tea to the hack. As we drive along the coast of Italy, I stare at the promising and absolved blueness water and the lush greenery all around me. I really think I'm gon na like it here !

I'm thankful for Mr. Roberto, the hack number one wood, for the ride to the gearing station as it was about a 15 minute movement away from the airdrome, not a few blocks as I initially thought it to be. We arrive at the station and Mr. Roberto helps me with my bags into the station.

"caravan 7 will arrive shortly and will take you to Vernazza."

"Thank you Mr. Roberto for your kindness and help."I hand him a tip in cash for his cordial reception. We portion way of life as I wait for my wagon train to take me to my new dwelling.

The time lag is short and I'm able to hop on the train over to Vernazza.

The drive took just under two time of day. I look at the figure of the train stop I'm instructed to get off at. I grab my dish and head to the lobby area of the station. I remember Jeff's education about texting the only impinging on my telephone set. I text"ARRIVED"to a"Heather P."on my phone. I'm still confused as to who this heather is. Is she a circuit usher ? A local villager who happens to know Jeff ? Almost immediately, my phone vibrates and receives a reply."I'll be there shortly."

About an 60 minutes of waiting, I'm almost prepare to visit this heather individual. It's been a long journeying getting here and all I wanted to do in my new home base is to get a squeamish repast and some sleep.

"Mr. Porter ?"

I turn to face up the oddly familiar spirit vocalism and I'm surprised to see Heather ... also known as Violet Taylor !

"Violet ? ?"

With tears in her eyes, violet embraces me.

"I can't believe you're finally here ! ! I've waited so long for you ! !"

As violet holds onto me with devout life history, I'm finally able to let reality subside in and I lean into her and plant a kiss on her diffused backtalk. We kissed passionately for some metre holding each other, trying to make the import finally. Finally, we're able to let go of each other.

"C'mon King Oliver, let's get you home."

She helps with my base as we walk together out of the train station and outside. She has a vehicle ready for us with a number one wood. We get in, and the driver takes us out of the metropolis area and drives along the coast. Violet and I are greeted by spectacular opinion of the coast with beautiful water system, hills and soaker green vale, and computer architecture of surrounding villages and towns. violet holds my hand in the car as we stay subdued enjoying the purview. After about a half hr ride, the driver pulls off onto a side road which takes us down to a small small town near the beach. He makes another number and drops us off along a secluded wharfage.

"Grazie Signore !"Violet tells the driver as she tips him. We get out of the vehicle and walking along the wharf that is lined up with belittled boats. Violet takes me to a small boat and loads up my stuff and nonsense onto it. I noticed in low black lettering the gens"Porter"on the side of the boat.

"So, I take that we're the O. Henry huh ?"

Violet looks at me with a big smiling on her face.

"Yes indeed we are darling. Please allow me to bring in myself to you Oliver. My gens is Scots heather. Scots heather Porter ... .your wife."

Heather reaches over and kisses me.

All of this tactile property surreal ! !

"wellspring nice to officially encounter you Heather."

I give her a kiss back.

Heather unties our boat from the sorrel, and begins to steer us across the Ligurian Sea harbor to a secluded Greenwich Village where our dwelling house is located.

We spend time catching up with our biography. broom has changed a lot since we've last seen each former, the horrifying night we had at the motel. Her cutis is darker with a upright tan from the climate of our new home. Scots heather is now a brunet with uncoiled hair cut short. She's lost some weight as her consistency is more athletic.

We then discuss about her relationship with Jeff and who he was. She tells me that they both attended form school together all their lives. How he was like a brother to her. She tells me that Jeff was in the Department of motherland security back in the US and how he had powerful connections around the globe. That explained how he was able to cover up the slaying of her husband, a extra ops Navy Seal. Jeff had a team of people dispose of Clark President Taylor and talk through one's hat our deaths to fend off our category being in risk for the execution of Mr. Zachary Taylor. Once Violet ( Heather ) knew that I was going to be ok, when I was in a medically make coma, Jeff set up her alias and sent her over to Italy months in betterment to leave me to recover while she set up our new nursing home. Heather continued the conversation with telling me how she traveled all around the state and befriended many topical anesthetic in the small town. She told me her Italian was getting considerably each day and she could not expect to instruct me !

We then arrive at a diminished dock with a couple of other boats. I grab my pocketbook as ling leads the way up the hill. We get to the top and pass water our way to a private path which takes us to a beautiful small home overlooking the sea-coast and a great sight of our village.

"So decide in Luke ... .I think Joseph Oliver haha. That's going to be quite an adjustment to get used to."

We both laugh as I drop my bags into our room. Calluna vulgaris gives me the grand tour of our sign. She takes pride in showing me her garden in our backyard. She stops and then stares at me. God, how gorgeous my married woman is !

"Oliver, I've so well-chosen and relieved you're alive. I don't experience how I could ever thank you for what you did for me that night back in the motel."

I walk over to Calluna vulgaris and wind my arms around her. We lean into each other with our forehead touching.

"heather, you saved me that night. All I could call back about was you. How I could not stand to inhabit the rest of my life without you. I did what I had to do. There are effect to what my legal action did. We won't ever be able to return to the US or see our syndicate again, but none of that matters because I have all I need right here in nominal head of me."

ling and I leaned closer. We shared a deep passionate candy kiss as married man and wife.

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We continued our kiss as my dick penetrated Heather's tight pussy. It had been so long ! Together we fuck in unison on our bed, rocking it.

"shuffling love to me baby. I want you deeper in me !"broom cried.

I sink my face into the pillow beside her typeface as I begin to get a familiar flavour of an orgasm approach. Heather bites down on my articulatio humeri begging for more.

My hands rub her dead body all over. From her tit with her newly pierced teat, all the way down her waist. I massage her warm sweaty consistency as I thrust my prick in and out of her pussy. Once I hit my orgasm, ling began to scream.

"I'm cumming baby ! JUST LIKE YOU ! ! !"

It was a beautiful feeling. It hurt so bad as I continued to pound her flesh as our tongues engulfed each other. I keep pumping my cock in and out. Hard, but slowly as we both tried to catch our breathes. In the Lapp way that people see their lives flash before their eyes right before dying, I saw my life flash with every moment I've shared with Heather back when we were St. Luke and reddish blue. Our first night together when I helped her pile with a"shitty"dilemma she had going on. Our vacation to Mexico with me and my college friends. Sharing her with her sis Linda. Our legal separation during the meter her ex husband took over her life. Our days locked up in that motel by that psycho. How he tortured me and raped her. And of path the screams. The fearsome screams after the gun went off. I saw ALL of those minute when my orgasm hit Calluna vulgaris operose. We lay down together catching our breaths.

"Joseph Oliver ?"

"Yes baby ?"

"I love you."

I lean into my married woman kissing her showing my love for her. From that point on, I knew that no thing what challenges we faced, we'd be alright. We had each other. That's all that mattered. New names, new life, new beginnings. broom will always hold a particular place in my heart. Heather. Or as how I once knew her ... VIOLET.

THREE YEARS LATER ... ... ....

My affectionateness is pounding. I see him !

"WHAT THE FUCK ? ? GET cover IN YOUR SEAT NOW beef ! ! ! ! !"

He screams at me and reaches for his pocket knife on the bed. That same knife that he has used to slash my cheek, arms, and dresser. The cold body of water to the facial expression gives me decent Adrenalin to take hold of the gun on the nightstand. He shoves me to the trading floor. I hit my head with a loud clump ! My imagination starts to smudge as we wrestle, both of us trying to get the better of each other.

Suddenly, the gun goes off. belt ... BANG ! ! !

"NOOOOOOOOOOOO ! ! ! ! ! !"

I wake up drenched in stew. I try to catch my breathing place and retrieve my equanimity.

"What is it baby ? !"Heather wakes up startled, after my tossing and turning awakening from my nightmare.

"I keep seeing him ! It's the same screw incubus all over again ! I can't sleep ! !"

Heather grabs me and bosom me while caressing my drumhead. She begins to shush me while comforting me telling me it's ok.

"Shhhh ... it's ok. It's just a flashback baby. You need to let it go. It's been three years. It's all in the past tense. I need you to just catch one's breath for me. Go external and get some fresh air if you need to."

Taking her advice, I kiss her. I get out of bed, and walking to our low kitchen. I wash my face with cold pee and wassail a cup for hydration.

I walk out the front doorway and down our private course. The wizard are bright in the sky and the moon is in full effect. It's a gorgeous evening as the moon reflects upon the coastline in our little village.

I stop once I reach the drop, close to the track that's connected to the respite of the little villages in this Italian region. Our village is very remote with absolutely no access to cars. Only way in is by boat or helicopter.

I stop and think about how my life story has dramatically changed in the last few years. Ever since I came back plate from college for the summer. I think about my family that I left behind rachis in the US. I miss them so much ! But I know that I can never return. I'm a ghost. Violet is a ghost. We went through something so traumatic and tragic that day. The day that changed our whole lives forever. We both died that day. We were given new sprightliness. New false name. A fresh get-go, on the one consideration that we could never go back home. Ever.

It's a silence and peaceful office here and I've adjusted well to it all. I work at a local market and I also fish by the sea-coast for a living. Heather sells jewelry and early accoutrement all around town to the holidaymaker that come from around the cosmos. animation is in force but I still look at with my demon I just can't let go. They haunt me and guide me back to that day when the humans as I knew it came crashing down ! They come in the form of incubus mostly. I've gotten better as time has gone by, but they're still there. If it wasn't for ling, I don't think I could ever handle it. The fear. The guilt. The trauma. It's a permanent scar for life that I can only treat but can never heal. Don't get me incorrectly, she needs me just as much as I need her. What we both went through that day ... I'm surprised she's been so warm for me. I sit down on a large boulder, overlooking the coast. I close my eyes. I take cryptical intimation. I listen to the calm sounds of the piece of cake and the waving of the water crashing into shore. It's the near remedy for me to quieten myself down. The best way that I can describe it is a peace beyond understanding that embraces me ... telling me that everything is going to be alright.

I get up and set out to run. I feel the pushover against my human face and I run faster ! I run down the trail taking me throughout some local Village along the coast. Time fly sheet by because when I stop to enamor my breathing space, I look toward the East and see the sun beginning to climb up. I walk back household with a smile on my face. Everything is going to be ok ! I take the final turn on the lead and up the J. J. Hill where my star sign is, up a private pathway. It's fourth dimension to awake up Heather for breakfast, and start our day.

I get back home to my wife who's already up and arouse, making breakfast for us.

"Hey sweetie, how was your run ?"

I tell her it was amazing as I give her a hug and a candy kiss. I go to take a quick shower and take a leak my way back to the kitchen. ling stands by the counter looking incredibly sexy as she brings a bowl of yield to the tabular array.

"Ready to eat ?"She asks me.

I stare at her as she stands before me with just her intimate lace nightgown on. It's thin fabric that's see through and gives me a with child view of her black panties and her breasts popping out. Underneath the cloth, I can make out her two enlarge nipple that are pierced.

I step closer to my wife and take my hand down to her fork. She closes her center and softly moan as I lean airless to snog her neck. Just as I suspect, she's moist down in her nether region.

"I'm make to eat something else."I tell her.

We make our way out to the backyard and to our terrace furniture. I place heather on the outdoor patio bed in our garden. It's a beautiful place setting for us to make dearest and get downright kinky. heather lays back and rips off her gown easily, exposing her naked breasts.

"Yank my panty off babe !"

I don't need to hear her say it again. I pull down her scanty as she raises her merchantman up gently for me to take them off completely. Taking off my shirt, I then lean into my wife's naked physical structure and wrap my arms around her as we kiss. She locks me in her arms kissing me furiously as I try to pull away from her to kiss her lower body. I hear her breathing heavily as our lips are pressed firmly together. I'm able to publish myself from her grip as I make my way down her trunk. She grabs her boob and massages them gently as I kiss my way down her stomach to her navel area and then to my prized possession. Calluna vulgaris is freshly waxed for me. Her labia is swollen with her pussy lips closed off. I inhale and get a whiff of her Holocene shower bath scent. I take my tongue out and use it to spread her pussy back talk wide-cut open. I'm then able to dig into her tunnel as I shove my knife deeper inside as I grab Scots heather's legs from underneath to circulate them blanket for me.

"Yes my love life ! Just like that ! shag, I'm so wet already !"She cries out.

I take my right deal, using two fingerbreadth and slowly rub the top of her clit to moisten them. Once my fingers are wet and lubricated, I insert them slowly inside her slit as I continue to eat my wife for breakfast. It doesn't take long for her orgasm to hit as her branch shake in my face and I feel her hand bury my head deeper into her genitals. My wife lets out a sigh of blissful relievo.

"Thanks child. That was wonderful."She tells me catching her breath.

"You're receive my love. But, there's more where that came from."

I stand up and pull her by her legs closer to me onto the edge of our patio bed. With the peak of the bed, my waist is perfectly aligned with her pussy as I stand in between Heather's legs. I pull my short down all the way with one bridge player and then step out of them leaving me naked with my hard cock ready for some action. I press my shaft up against her crotch. I grab my spear and gently knead the tip against her clit as I use her puss juice to make it easy for me to slue right in.

Heather nods at me, closing her eyes, giving me the enterprisingness signaling to claim what's rightfully mine. Once lubricated, I thrust myself all the way inside her, stretching her vaginal backtalk wide out-of-doors.

Heather grunts softly taking every in of my meaty cock like a champ. I've been fucking her for the in conclusion few years already and it's great to see the reaction on her face each time like it's the first time we've had sex. I fuck her standing up using my hips to squeeze in and out of her as she lays back with her work force behind her head enjoying each poking, each time my cock slams deep into her. I grab her left breast with my left hand and play with her raise mammilla. She winces as I do so gritting her teeth as her pap are incredibly raw after getting them pierced. I love that she decided to thrust them. They make her titty look sexier and are a physical monitor of how much of a lusus naturae my wife can be.

I squeeze her chest with my odd hand switching back and Forth River as my right hired hand holds her mightily leg. I continue my thrusts back and Forth River picking up my pace as I go.

I slam my hips up against her thigh, each fourth dimension listening to the mighty slapping sound as our organic structure collide. Heather loves this and begs for me to be Sir Thomas More rough with her.

"Harder baby ! !"She says.

I slam myself into her thighs, spreading her stage wider for me to shove my penis as trench into her soaking wet erotic love tunnel as I can. I get the sense of an orgasm building up in my sack as I do so. Heather practically screams for me to fuck her harder. It's so nice to have our own privacy having our dwelling house secluded from any neighbor as we live on a hill overlooking the glide. There's been mess of times where I've fucked Heather outside all around our property.

After some metre, I pull myself out of my wife.

"Let's change it up my love."I say.

She has a bright smile on her grimace.

"Put that cock of yours up my hind end darling."

I'm excited hearing her talk like that to me. Heather knows how much I love giving anal. Especially to her.

I lean down and spit down below her pussy as my spit drips below to her bum hole.

With my shiny cock coated in her pussy juice, I take my tool and press my tip against her pie-eyed sphincter muscle. We could definitely use lube but I know Heather loves a great challenge as the pain mixed with pleasure turns her on. I feel her asshole open as I stretch her out shoving my shaft inch by inch up inside her guts.

broom is laid back with her hands pressed against her knocker squeezing them. I take both my manus to rub the tips of her sensitive nipples to enhance her pleasure.

"God I love you baby !"heather screams as she reaches down to play with her clit.

Once my dick is completely swallowed up by her mean back door, I thrust slowly in and out of her muddle stretching her out.

We grunt together as I hold onto her legs for support, letting my hip joint do all the work. It's amazing how tight she is after fucking her all her holes for the last few years.

Eventually, I pull out of her ass, grabbing my dick. I aim for her pussy and push my way easily inside as I pick up my pace fucking my wife.

"YES ! Fuck ! switch holes baby ! piece of ass BOTH of them ! !"Calluna vulgaris cries out.

I fuck her cunt pulling in and out rapidly, and then pluck out. I push my tip against her gaping asshole and jostle it up her goat. I thrust in and out just as fast as I play with her clit in the cognitive operation. Heather covers her case with her helping hand as I fuck her ass and play with her clit. Her knocker jiggle freely as I thrust in and out of her.

"nooky my cunt now baby ! !"

I pull out of her cocksucker and shove my shaft straight into her slit in one try as my hips continue thrusting in and out. Heather at this stage is massaging her button frantically as I continue fucking her puss at a swift speed. Knowing her, she's going to cum for me. She's a squirter so I'm ready for the broken faucet soon to get as I pull out of her pussycat again and aim my stick for her welcome butthole.

"Just like that baby ! ! nookie my ASS ! ! I'm so close ! I'm going to nominate a deal ! !"My married woman informs me.

At this full point, I slow myself down and take my clock time, pulling in and out of her prat. Something about the boring thrusts in and out of her asshole drives us both weirdo as I watch my tool swoop out easily just until my tip is left pressing against her anatomical sphincter and then as I push myself into her with my shaft engulfed by her anal retentive channel stretching her out inside.

My wife takes a few deep breaths and then lets out a big belly laugh as she squeezes her tit with one hand and rapidly digit her clit with the other.

"I'M CUMMING DARLING ! ! !"She yells with radiant X.

She lets out five powerful pip-squeak of her sexual climax juice, one at a time. Each sentence she does so her trunk shimmy just with my cock still up her anus. I feel her ass muscleman tighten, squeezing my cock from the force of each squirt she lets out, spilling her love life all over my lower bureau, crotch, and on her side, soaking our outdoor patio bed.

Pulling out of her, we laugh together.

"That was amazing baby ! You drive me crazy when you climax like that !"I tell her.

"Thanks love. It's all you though. You're the only one who's ever made me culminate like that."Heather tells me.

I grab some bottles of water system for the both of us inside quickly for rehydration. I still haven't cum yet so we need to tack things up again.

"I'm going to sit down on the edge of the bed. I want you to sit on my cock baby. I'm going to fuck your tight asshole again as you ride me."I tell her.

heather obeys my request and pushes me down onto the patio bed. She turns around facing forward as I get a phenomenal view of her ass close to my grimace. She teases me by wiggling it nigh to me as I lean in and snog each cheek. She giggles, standing up straight and sitting down slowly on my lap. In doing so, I grab her waistline with one hand and use my former to align my stopcock with her gaping asshole. Once my tip slides in, heather gasps as she sits down completely, holding my stage on her sides for funding as she slowly raises her pelvic arch up and down. I feel my dick stretch her asshole out as I fill her up mystifying as I can go. My wife grunts loudly as she bounces up and down on my rod. We both enjoy this as it's not a distinctive position we're used to fucking in. I take over for her as I grab both her ass brass and raise her coffin nail off my shaft. I watch as my cock slips out of her breach hole as it smacks my crotch. Her hollow drips with ass succus and my precum as I take my cock and lantern slide it right back into her tight pickle. I take my wife's impudence and use them to pull her ass up and down my rod as I'm in mastery. She moans and grunt begging for more, telling me she's going to cum again if I continue doing what I'm doing. Of course, that motivates me to clean up my pace and fuck her harder and deeper.

At this point, it's really unmanageable for me to hold back my climax, so for my last illusion up my sleeve, I lay back. With my dick deep inside my wife's bastard, I spread her legs blanket as I use my hips to hurl up and down as late and hard as I can. With her eubstance free weight on top of me and my orgasm approaching quickly, I slowly blockade my drive and lay my body down, exhausted.

"Suck me dry. I want you to try out your ass and pussycat as I cum down your throat."

Heather quickly gets off when she hears this. She LOVES tasting herself after a good fucking.

Heather climbs back into the bed as I sit up allowing her to deflect forward and down to my crotch to gain access to my humanity. She opens her mouth and shoves my shaft down her throat with no issue.

"Mmmmmm ...."She oink with my dick in her oral cavity telling me she loves the savor of her asshole and pussy juice.

She then takes my rod out of her mouthpiece and slug my marijuana cigarette up and down, jerking me off slowly. It's too much for me.

I let out a moan as my wife opens her lips and shoves my rod back into her warm oral fissure. My foremost bang hits hard as she slides her hand down my stick and to my sack as she begins to milk me making sure she gets every last drop curtain of my cum for her. My second, then third eruptions spill deep into ling's backtalk as she swallows each load. She doesn't take my rooster out of her oral cavity until she's absolutely cocksure that she swallowed every end drop after my fifth or sixth eruption.

With that, we finish and lay down in our patio bed for a while just relaxing during our post-orgasm high. We embrace each other and buss for a clip just enjoying having each other. We've been living our new lives happily now for over three days. Some Day like today, it still doesn't tone real. Everything we've been through together. From where we were when we first met that one portentous day I was getting ready for Spring Break to now, living in Italy with new names and occupation. All we have is each other. And that's all each of us ever need.

heather takes my hired hand as we make our way back inside our home.

"Our breakfast is cold."She tells me with a laugh.

We go about our day and keep on on with our life, enjoying every treasured bit we have together.





••••••••EPILOGUE•••••••••

And so that's my taradiddle. It's been 12 old age since I took my new individuality as Oliver Porter. I was fortunate enough to spend eight years with broom, my married woman. We did everything together when we were given the chance to start all over. We both had a fresh get-go. A new commencement. With the generous sum of money of money we were given by Mr. Jeffrey baptismal font, we had enough to work half the year in our Greenwich Village and spend the former half traveling all throughout Europe. heather loved France, Ellas, and Croatia. I've lost count of how many clip we visited those countries. I look back at all the lieu we visited together and I get emotional. I miss her.

One summer morning, about eight long time into animation together happily married, Heather passed out in our garden. She was in her late L at that point in time and had some minor wellness outcome. I rushed her to our topical anaesthetic clinic where the doctor could not find a reason other than dehydration for her to pass out randomly. We let it go and I continued to supervise her for about a week. Scots heather was incredibly happy during her endure hebdomad spent with me. We had late Night sex on the beach and on our boat, drank lot of vino together, and shared level of retiring memories together with lots of laughter. After an level spent walking throughout our village, we went house. Before falling asleep, heather told me she had a headache. I gave her some medicine and water before she went to kip. Before she did, she touched my face and gave me a kiss.

"Thanks for everything my darling. I love you. Goodnight."

With those last discussion I hold near to my heart each day, Heather passed away in her sleep. I spent hours the next morning trying to wake her up. I've never wept so hard in my lifespan. She lay lifeless in our bed as I held onto her begging for her to wake up.

Once the defence phase started to cross away from me in that instant, I called the clinic to deliver the tragic tidings. They sent a small medical exam team to our business firm to fill her body for an autopsy. Calluna vulgaris died in her sleep after a snap mentality aneurysm. We never saw it coming. The medico can't even order me to this day how or why it happened.

I decided to cremate her physical structure and spread her ash in the ocean. I took our sauceboat out to sea to diffuse them. I looked up to the sky and thanked whoever or whatever was out there in the clouds for allowing her to be apart of my life. For saving both our lives back in the motel all those old age ago after her psychotic person ex held us hostage. For allowing me to throw the chance to start all over again and be there for her, live life with her, and give her everything that she deserved. She was my world ! I'll never forget her.

I took her ash tree and spread them into the ocean.

"auf wiedersehen Violet."

I've spent the net few twelvemonth by myself, continuing to live the life that broom and I enjoyed. I have spent time wondering if it was ever going to be good for me to return to the state of matter. I was happy living a overnice tranquilize life in Italy. But I needed to move on. Find a new adventure. After all, that's what Violet would sustain wanted for me to do. She would throw wanted me to do whatever makes me well-chosen. So, I decided to take a risk.

In present day, I hold onto my passport and boarding pass as I take a seat aboard my flight. I have a one-way ticket to CA. Whatever the jeopardy, whatever the cost, I just knew I had to make it back nursing home. To my family.

As the planer speeds down the rails and becomes airborne, I close my oculus and take a deep breath.

"Nervous ?"

I turn to my side and see a friendly passenger. An elderly lady with a shining smile on her fount.

"Oh uh ... yeah just a little bit."I tell her with a nervous joke.

"Bless your center darling. first prison term flying ?"She reaches over to me and grabs my hand.

With a smile, I tell her no.

"Heading back home to my family. It's been a recollective time."

"I'm sure they'll be gleeful to see you."She says with her smart smile.

"I hope so. Thanks for checking up on me."

"You're absolutely receive dear. It's a long flight. We got ta take aid of each other. What's your epithet ?"

I hesitate at first, taken aback by the question. But I take a deep breath, crush her script and look at her with sureness and a sentiency of pride when I tell her.

"My name is Lucas Smith, but you can promise me Luke."

END OF SERIES.

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