burrow OF confidence

1975, Southeastern United States

Travis lived in an old log cabin a few hundred one thousand from the period where the creek flowed into the big river. His father had bought two acres for side by side to zilch and built the shoes one log at a time in the belated nineteen-fifties and they had used it as a search and fishing getaway. When he was Young Travis had always looked forward to coming there with his Dad and former brother Eddie to fish out in the river and in-season would hunt down for deer and rabbits.

The cabin was pretty rude from the get-go. His father installed a septic cooler and drilled a well, but the water supply was full of sulfur and other minerals and it smelled and tasted bad. The cabin was a few Swedish mile from the little town up the brook, so there was no electricity either until the mid-sixties. As the town slowly expanded in the focussing of the big river his Fatherhood, who happened to be a supervisor at the electric company, managed to get a power line run out to the point. halt ahead of the growth, he'd said, and one of the bigwigs had agreed and approved it. The cabin still had no heat or air conditioning, but at least it had power for lights, fans, a fridge and a stove.

Eddie was drafted in ‘ 67 and was soon sent off to Vietnam and Travis followed him XV month later. Eddie was killed in combat when Travis was in Boot cantonment. Travis went to war too and nine months later was sent plate with his left leg wax of shrapnel and three of his toes blown off. He would walk with a wobbly limp for the ease of his life. When he got home he found out his girlfriend had moved in with another guy. Then he got sick as a dog and became delirious with high febrility. He went to the MD. The doctor put him in the infirmary immediately ; he had malaria. Over the following half-year his Church Father died of a affection attack, and then his mother passed away shortly thereafter. She hadn't been disgorge ; Travis assumed she'd died of a broken heart.

Travis was their sole heir. He hired a lawyer to sort everything out, get rid of all the personal dimension and sell the house. Then he packed all his stuff into his pickup and hitched the sauceboat and trailer to the rear and drove to the cabin. That was all he wanted. He'd been there ever since.

After the estate cut-rate sale, selling the business firm and receiving the life insurance Travis netted a petty over $ 31,000. He insisted on Johnny Cash ; he no longer trusted his politics and he wasn't trusting any banking company. The lawyer thought it was a special request but he didn't pry and had the cash waiting for him when he came to foot it up. Then Travis drove to the pocket-size townspeople up the brook where he had a post place box and picked up his monthly disability check. He cashed it at the bank and drove to his cabin. He opened a floor instrument panel under the rug in the bedroom and stashed the money in the steel box obliterate there.

For many months, all Travis did was go sportfishing in the mornings and work around the cabin the rest of the day, fixing it up. He and his pickup became a familiar sight in townsfolk, the ‘ loner from the point'they called him, coming and going, buying tools and material, ordering supply, always paying cash. He painted. He built a front porch the length of the cabin. He rebuilt the bulkhead and pier. He replaced the old shingled ceiling with metal and installed trough all around, which flowed into two huge cisterns he installed at the back of the cabin, one for the kitchen and one for the bathroom and indoor and outdoor shower bath. In a southern, subtropic climate that received fifty-some inches of rain per class the tanks stayed well-filled most of the time. The well water was just used for the commode, cleaning fish and washing down the truck and boat.

He built himself a desk. Because at dark Travis tried to compose. He'd always been a writer, and had sent many short stories out to clip, and had had two published, earning XXV dollars for each. But now he was trying to publish something big, something special. About the war and the dogshit he'd seen and the pain sensation he'd endured and the brother he'd lost and his ire and the hate he felt for the assholes who had sent him there and how everybody now looked at him like he was some form of junky ever since he'd get along home. But the writing wasn't happening. He ripped sheet after sheet of composition out of his typewriter and threw them in the trash.

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Travis fished nearly everyday and found that he was not only thoroughly at it, but that it could be profitable. He'd stock his electric refrigerator and freezer and then sell the rest to the grocery in town or to a market in the town across the river. Mostly trout and cat. With his monthly check and the money he had coming in from fishing he made more than enough to live on and each month he would stash more than cash into his brand box.

One afternoon after a very stupendous day out on the river, Travis was cleaning Fish on his wharf when he noticed a skiff coming his way from township heading toward the river. There was an older, handsome black girl sitting back with her mitt on the tiller of an old, minor outboard motor that sounded like it was about to kick the bucketful at any minute. In front line of her were three unseasoned nestling, two boys and a girl.

"Hi, Mr !"one of the boys called, as the boat neared his dock. It slowed and eased closer.

"Hi. How're y'all doing today ?"Travis asked.

"good ! Going for a gravy holder drive,"the boy said.

"Where are you all going ? This here's the end of the creek. You respectable turn around. You don't want to get out in the river !"

"Why not ?"

"numeral one that slight motor isn't going to help oneself you much, it's pretty rough out there, the electric current's too strong. Plus, where are your life jacket ?"

"We're not going in the river,"the former young woman said."Just to the mouth, then we was gon na bend back."

"Good,"Travis said."Why don't you tie up, get a respite ?"

They secured the skiff and climbed up onto the dock.Travis could see that the older girl on the tiller was actually a young lady, and an attractive one at that. She looked to be about nineteen or twenty, was thin out and barefoot and wore blue blue jean cutoff and a white t-shirt. Her chest were minuscule and bra-less, her nipples slightly aroused inside her damp shirt. Her hair was a wind-blown, kinky dim mop but her strengthen arms and legs were suave as chocolate milk.

"What ya doin'Mr ?"the boy said.

"Cleaning fish. wolf fish. This here's a big one too, I'd bet 30 pounds or close to it. Y'all like wolffish ?"

They got talking about siluriform fish. They all loved catfish. mamma fried it up every chance she got, the senior girl said.

They talked as Travis cut and cleaned. He learned where they lived. It was on the other side of the creek a couple geographical mile closer to Town in the total darkness segment. They were siblings.Their Dad was a motortruck number one wood and was away a lot. Their Mom raised chickens and tended garden and cleaned menage in townspeople. He learned their names. The brothers were Nathan and Roy, the younger lady friend was Joy. Mom was Jolene, Dad was Robert.

The quondam daughter was Bettina. She was 19. She helped Mom with the Kyd and the chickens and the garden and worked at the drug store to avail with the bills. Travis had a unvoiced time looking away from her slim, tailored torso, her cute butt and her dark satiny skin. But he caught himself, shook it off. This was the south.

"How many of you are there living in your family ?"Travis asked.

"septet,"Bettina said."Our grandmother lives with us too."

Travis cut several long, duncish pieces, about three Ezra Loomis Pound, and wrapped them up in parchment paper. He handed it to Bettina.

"There now,"he said."Take that home with you. Fry it up. That will be a tasty dinner for your family."

"Oh, you don't have to do that, Mr Travis."

"I know that, Bettina. But I want to. Just being a just neighbor, that's all. And enough of that Mr stuff. Just shout me Travis."

"okey. Travis. Thank you. And I'm certainly my mamma thanks you too,"Bettina said.

"We're gon na hold a undecomposed supper tonight !"Nathan said enthusiastically.

Travis finished up his work and squirted off the mesa and washed the gut and remains into the creek.

"Now you all do me a party favor,"Travis said."Don't go any finisher to that river. It's severe. You turn that boat around and head back home base, you hear ?"

The kids uttered a Greek chorus of okays and Bettina said they would. She would carry care of them.

"okeh trade good. Now I have to direct into town. And I don't want to see about a boat sinking in the creek with four young mass and three Sudanese pound of catfish in it !"

They all laughed and got back into the skiff. They said adios and Bettina got the motor started on the third gear pull. All four were waving back at Travis as they headed off in the steering from which they'd come.

Travis grabbed his cooler and put it in the bed of his truck and push back to town to sell his fish.

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Travis had become a loner, but he wasn't antisocial. If a place presented itself he could be well-disposed and mixer, but he wasn't naturally outgoing. Not any more. In high school he'd played trumpet in the isthmus and starred on the football and baseball game teams, he was tall, handsome and pop and had had a lot of Quaker. But now he'd lost touch with his old friends and the only metre he played trumpet was when sometimes late at night he'd sit on his porch and improvise mellow mournful melodies. And somewhere out on the river was a sax player who'd sometimes answer him back with dirges of his own.

The tinker's dam war had taken so much from him. In lupus erythematosus than a yr his personal sprightliness had gone from being young and enthusiastic about the future to a hellish nightmare. kickoff his buddy went domicile in a body bag. Then he went over there. As soon as the door of the plane opened after landing in southeast Asia he knew instantly he was in Inferno. It was like walking into a blast furnace ; he didn't think anyplace on Earth got that fucking hot. Six years later he saw a soldier killed, the maiden of many he'd spectator over the following calendar month. The gore, the gumption, the lacerated limbs. Then a howitzer blew off theatrical role of his metrical foot and ripped into his leg with knifelike, hot alloy, like razors. They sent him nursing home a few weeks later to a place he barely recognized, and everything he saw was fogged by what he'd seen, by what had happened to his brother, and to himself, and by his madness and hatred and pain. And he also knew in his heart that the dying of his parents were not unrelated to the war, either. The war had killed them too, residually.

So Travis was depressed. furious, pissed, tired, anxious and downhearted. That's where the cabin came in. Get as far away from the incubus as he could. Fish, Hunt, sit on the porch and stare at the water and the shore bird, act as his horn.

And write. But the piece of writing hadn't been going so well. He knew he had a storey to tell and experience that writing it would be his catharsis, his therapy. It would be the merely way he could heal.

There was another thing that bothered him. It bothered him a lot. And he blamed the war for that too.

Travis was impotent. Never was before, but was now. He couldn't remember exactly when he'd live had a hard-on, but it was sometime after he saw his first-class honours degree platoonmate perish before his eyes and sometime before he'd almost had his own leg blown off.

He'd tried many time since to get hard and flick off, but without winner. He'd about given up.

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A few twenty-four hours later Travis was sitting on his porch drinking an orangeness compaction. It was late afternoon and he was resting. He had just returned from township and was taking a rest period before whipping up some supper.

He heard a familiar auditory sensation. It was the Lapplander putt-putt-putt of the outboard motorboat motor he'd heard a few days earlier when he'd had his visitors. As the audio got louder he saw the same skiff amount into view. Bettina was alone this time. She aimed the bow at the wharfage and Travis walked down to greet her.

Travis secured the skiff and then took Bettina's hand and helped her up onto the bob. It was the first time they'd touched and her hand felt small inside his own. When she stood close beside him after hoisting her up he realized she was taller than he remembered, maybe five-seven or -eight. She looked much more woman than tiddler, he thought.

She had a hoop with her."For you,"she said."From Momma and the family. As thanks for the corking supper we had eating that catfish. We all enjoyed it. It was scrumptious !"

"I'm glad to see that,"Travis said."But this wasn't necessary."

"Just bein'a serious neighbor, that's all. Right ?"

"Right."

He peeled back the towel and there were a crate of a XII testicle, two huge red ripe Lycopersicon esculentum, a Cucumis sativus, a courgette and a white-livered squash.

"Oh, wow ! Thank you."

"All from our own garden and our own poulet !"Bettina said.

"These look great. Now I know what I'm having for supper. You care to bring together me, Bettina ?"

"Oh, I can't, Travis. I tole mommy I'd be back directly. I got ta watch the kids tonight."

"Oh okay, uh, maybe some other time."

"That would be all right,"she said.

They stood there for a moment frozen in silence.

"Let me put these inside and I can give you back this basket."

"Okay."

Bettina didn't creative thinker staying a duet superfluous minutes. She followed Travis up to the porch. Travis put the eggs and vegetables on the table and handed the basket and towel to her.

"Now you be for certain to thank your Mom and Dad for this. I surely appreciate it."

"I will,"she said, looking around the porch and inside the surface door."You live here by yourself ?"

"Yep, just me."

"Don't it get lonely ?"

"Sometimes, I guess. But I've learned to like the solitude. Been thinking about getting a dog, though. Be gracious having a dog around. To talk to, take fishing, drive in the truck."

"We got a dog, a big ole terrier mix. Good dog, but he's feisty. Got ta keep him away from the chickens."

There was another silence as they stood looking each other in the eyes, fairly close. Travis felt like she was looking right through him. He wanted to touch her but knew he shouldn't. Bettina felt the Lapplander way.

"wellspring, I better git going,"she said and turned to take the air down to the dock.

Travis followed and helped her pour down into her skiff. He held her handwriting again and thought she had a pretty firm grip for a string bean. She started the motor and he tossed her lines into the boat. They waved and he watched her until she disappeared around the bend.

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Bettina knew Travis's schedule so she stopped by the cabin a number of times. She'd just drop by innocently, usually in the skiff, but a couple times she rode her wheel all the way from town. They would sit in the rock 'n' roll musician on the porch or on the sofa inside with a balmy swallow and talk of the town. Travis was relieved and surprised by how easy she was to talk to and he enjoyed her sojourn. It was almost as if she could rive the self-distrust out of him and he found himself slowly opening up, like coming out of a racing shell one hairline crack at a time.

She asked him personal questions, questions that used to wee-wee him shrivel up and become away. But with Bettina somehow, he talked.

‘ Why you limp ?'she asked, and he told her all about the war, seeing so much bloodshed and being sent home after almost getting his leg blown off.

‘ Where's your family ?'she asked, and he told her about their destruction, and the circumstances.

‘ You play trumpet at night, don't you ?'she asked, after seeing the instrument sitting bell-down on a table in the street corner. He nodded and she said, ‘ I know, I listen ’.

Travis would finish in at the drug store when he was in town selling his Pisces or running errands. He'd sit on one of the red-cushioned stools at the fountain and get a soda and hope to see Bettina. She was often there and they would chat a little, plowshare a grin or two, maybe even flirt a bit, and the camaraderie did not go unnoticed by shoppers and employees. Travis soon noticed mass eyeing him in a new, unlike way as he made his way around to the market, the hardware store, the post office and the money box. Bettina heard the whispers too.

Bettina's parents got wind of it, and were none too happy about it. But Bettina didn't guardianship, she was almost twenty yr old and she had found a new friend, and he wasn't some stuck-up prig from this Podunk southern Ithiel Town, and she liked him, and she didn't care what colouration he was or what the neighbors thought.

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Bettina went to the market on a Friday after oeuvre. There was a bulletin board in the nominal head of the memory where people tacked up post horse and notices of all variety. Bettina saw one that said ‘ FREE DOG ’. She called the number.

The cleaning lady who answered the phone said that they were getting gear up to actuate to the city and they couldn't take their dog. They hated to sacrifice her up but if they couldn't find it a sound plate in the future few days, she would cause to prognosticate the pound.

"What kind of dog is it ?"Bettina asked.

"A Beagle-Corgi mix. She's beautiful ! Two years old, about twenty pounds, dessert as she can be and housebroken too."

"And you're giving her away ?"

"Yes, just so she goes to a upright home."

"Can I see her ?"Bettina asked.

"Of course, Dear."

Bettina went straight over and fell in beloved immediately. Bella was her name and she was a big mushball, licking and kissing her all over her face and frontal bone and ears.

"She's wonderful,"Bettina said."I'd love to have her. Can I pick her up tomorrow ?"

The peeress said yes, it felt right, yes she could.

Bettina thanked the char profusely and promised her Bella was going to feature a very happy home.

The next day Bettina had to work in the morning until the afternoon. She got off study and went to the securities industry and bought some dog food. She was hoping the lady would give her Bella's apprehend and leash.

The peeress was almost in tears as she said goodbye to Bella. Bettina thanked her over and over, and felt sad for her. But she felt good as she walked plate with Bella on the lead, heeling on her left.

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Late afternoon, Bettina and Bella were in the skiff together, puttering down the creek toward Travis's cabin. Both were wearing life sentence crown ( she knew Travis would get a charge out of that ), and their shipment included a sack of dog chow and a alloy bucket filled with plaything, add-on and Bella's tennis testicle.

Travis was exterior chopping woods when he heard the intimate outboard approaching. He put down his axe and hobbled toward his dock. His case broke into a wide smiling when he saw Bettina and the dog approach, both with orange life vests around their necks.

"Brought you your new roommate,"Bettina said, as the gravy holder slipped up against the dock."Her name's Bella. She's a sweetie."She tossed a line to Travis.

"Really ?"he said, as he secured the gravy boat."For me ?"

She handed the bucketful and dog chow up to Travis. Bella jumped up onto the bobtail and immediately into Travis's arms. He took the life jacket off.

"Yep, for you,"Bettina said."You need somebody to take care of you."

"You're a cracking dog, aren't you, Bella ?"Travis said as he hugged her."Friendly and pretty too, aren't you ?"

Travis picked up the tennis ball and threw it toward the house. Bella took off after it and immediately returned and dropped it at his base. He threw it again, Lapp result.

"A family was moving away and couldn't get hold of her,"Bettina said."She was unblock to a good dwelling. I told the lady I knew the proficient household for her."

"You sure did, thank you. She's beautiful. Thank you so lots !"

He hugged Bettina and held her in his arms for a second and felt the warmth of her body against his. He kissed her on her temple. He felt her arms around him, briefly. It was the low clip. It felt overdue, and it felt good.

They walked up to the cabin. Travis filled a big bowl with sassy water and another roll with chow and put them on the kitchen floor. Bella dive right in to both.

"The lady said Bella's all house-train, too."

"goodness,"said Travis."That makes two of us."

They sat on the rockers and talked about Bella as the dog chased the tennis ball across the yard every time Travis would throw it.

"I better be going,"Bettina finally said."I want to get that boat back before dark."

At the dock Travis faced her and said,"Thank you, Bettina. This is the nice matter anybody's ever done for me. And I love her name. Bella. Bettina and Bella. The two B's : for the two char in my life."

They stood in silence for a present moment. Bettina looked up into his eye and squinted into the let down sun.

"I like that,"she said, and rose on her toes and kissed Travis on the quoin of his mouth.

Travis then took her into his weaponry and put his sassing directly on hers and kissed her, and she kissed him. Her back talk opened for him and his tongue did not languish the opportunity. He felt the softness of her lips and tasted her for the very first time and her powerful tongue danced with his. The kiss lingered, neither in a hurry to end it.

"That was Nice,"Bettina said."I ripe go."

Travis held her script as she got into the skiff. He had a snag sliding down his cheek as she started the motor and headed off.

Bettina felt an elated alleviation as she motored dwelling. Travis thought, maybe hoped, he wasn't sure, he'd felt a heated tingle in his loins.

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A couple Day later Travis was in town and stopped at the chemist's. He didn't see Bettina right away, but he was anxious to talk to her. It was after lunch period but there were three former the great unwashed eating at the counter.

"She's not here,"said the snot-nosed White River cleaning lady behind the comeback.

"Oh,"said Travis, taken by surprise."Will she be back ?"

"Should be before long. She went to see the MD with her Mom. What'll you have ?"

Travis ordered a cheeseburger, fries and a snow. He hadn't eaten since early morning so he decided to fall out a minuscule while and hopefully Bettina would show up. He was just about finished eating when she returned.

Bettina came in through the backbone, put her uniform on and entered the fund. She saw him immediately and approached him with a smiling on her face.

"Hi Travis !"she said enthusiastically."How are you ?"

"I'm good, came in for some lunch. How about you ? Everything okay at the medico's ?"

"I'm fine, but I took my mommy in for some trial run. She been feeling funny lately, short of hint. Hopefully she's fine. Should know in a few daytime. How's Bella ?"

"She's really doing well, what a great dog. And she seems to bed it there. She chases cony and squirrels and I bet I've thrown that lawn tennis ball a thousand prison term. Thanks again for her, that was so thoughtful. She makes me glad. She even sleeps with me."

"Lucky dog,"Bettina said.

There was a secretiveness between them, neither spoke for a few seconds.

"I want to snog you,"Travis said softly,"But I know I can't."

"Right. Not in the store,"she said."Let's kiss goodbye out by your truck. Give everybody something to talk about."She winked at him. He laughed nervously when he realized she wasn't kidding.

Travis left to go gas up his truck. He drove back to the drug depot and parked in nominal head. He got out of the hand truck, closed the driver room access and leaned against it. A minute later Bettina came out of the depot and walked over to him. She walked directly into his blazon and kissed his sass, gave him spit, and held it for a couple indorsement so everybody on the street could get a good look.

"There, that should do the trick,"she said, knowing the town chin-wag pulverisation would start turning in no time and she'd be hearing about it from her mummy.

-- --

The authorship at night had taken a turn for the better. Travis would sit at his desk and the run-in were now pouring out of him. The note had lightened. Large sections were dumped. What had begun as his catharsis -- a pissed-off blah about the government and the war, his memoir of terror -- had morphed into a revulsion story about redemption, rebirth and forgiveness.

That dark after kissing Bettina adieu on main Street in town, Travis had a dream. He was standing on his dock and Bettina was standing in her skiff and he was telling her not to go. She had to go, she said, but would be back. He was kissing her sayonara when the skiff started drifting away from the dock in the flow headed toward the river. No !, he called, Don't ! He jumped into the creek and started swimming toward her when a half 12 Water Moccasins appeared in front of him, their necks erect and elevated above the water, rendering him helpless as Bettina was carried away toward the river and its potent currents.

Travis awoke in his bed, disoriented for a minute, then relieved. Bella was snoring beside him. His throat was arid and there was a thin out coat of fret on his brow. He turned to the nightstand and reached for the cup of water. He felt something big and sullen between his fork and the bed sheet.

It was his cock. Long, hard and hot.

He lay back and felt it, traced it with his fingers from his balls to its tip resting atop his navel, gently, like greeting an old friend. He took its cinch into his bridge player and stroked it. It stayed hard, maybe even became harder. He stroked it faster, but not too fast, he didn't want to wear out anything. little by little, faster and faster.

He masturbated for the first metre in long time. It felt good too, and when he reached his coming his dick exploded with cum. It jettisoned out of him, all over his stomach and chest, even a string dangled on his chin.

He didn't even clean it up. Travis was spent, his branch like jelly, and he cried himself to sleep.

In the first light he woke up with another erection, just like the commodity old years. He put it to right use and giggled after he caught five or six shots of semen with his hand.

He got up and put Bella out and then made coffee. He was singing to himself, and thinking. He was thinking about how he had been dreading telling Bettina about his problem. And hoping that now maybe he wouldn't have to.

-- --

Travis was leaving the market after selling his catch when he was approached by a large bleak woman.

"You Mister Travis ?"she said.

"Yes, my figure is Travis."

"Well lookee here. I'm Jolene, Bettina's mum. And me and my husband have heard all the gossip and scuttlebutt about you two, and we'd like you to stay away from our daughter. Bettina should be out findin'a nice inglorious boy her own age and you should go detect a white womanhood your own age."

Travis looked around at the people nearby, black and white-hot, who were overhearing their chat.

"There's only a few class between us. And we're admirer. close friends."

"supporter is alright, but she's spending way too much prison term out at your situation, and you all makin'a spectacle of yourselves kissin'on the Main Street. It's best if you both moved on. She doesn't need to be wastin'her youth with a half-crippled white man."

There was low, collective gasp among the family line in the gallery. Travis bit his lip.

"I'm sorry to hear you say such a mean, hateful thing. And I'm not a cripple, Mrs. Jolene. I was wounded in Vietnam War fighting for my…our…country. No disrespect, but the only way I am going to give up seeing Bettina is if it's her own decisiveness, not yours. I happen to care for her. And I would hope that maybe you would care a little more about your daughter's wish and happiness, and less about your own racist agenda."

Travis spun on his heels before the state of affairs got any worse. He walked to his hand truck, got in and fired up the engine. He petted Bella on her caput and tickled her ears. He drove out of Ithiel Town and headed to the cabin. He had planned on dropping into the drug stock for a soda but decided against it.

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Bettina hadn't witnessed the fracas between Travis and her mother, of course, but she heard all about it. The hearsay and whispers were flying through the air of the townsfolk like migrating fathead. She was majestic when she learned that Travis had stood his background and by what he'd said.

She didn't see Travis in township for a few days after that. At first she thought he was just staying away while things cooled off a little but then she became concerned that maybe something was wrong. After work she headed out to the cabin to learn on him. The miles seemed long as she rode her bike westward into the evening sun.

When she reached the cabin all was still. The pickup was parked in its usual spot and the gravy holder was docked. She approached the cabin and called out for Travis. Immediately she heard Bella barking from inside. She climbed the steps to the porch and entered.

Bella greeted her with two swift barks and a french osculation, then led her through the dim room to the bedroom. Travis was lying on his back in his bed. She walked to the bed. He looked like he'd just woke up.

"Travis, you okay ?"she said with alarm.

"Not really,"he rasped.

"What's the matter ?"She touched his hand, frigidity with sweat. His frontal bone was hot to the touch.

"Malaria,"he croaked."I caught it overseas. I relapse sometimes. Had a yoke pills left, I took them."

Bettina picked up the birth control pill bottle on the night stand ; it was abandon. The label said to take them for fourteen days.

"I need to get you more pills,"she said.

"Could you ? That's an old pre***********ion."

"Can I borrow your truck ?"Travis didn't have a phone.

He nodded and feebly reached for the cup of water on the table. Bettina handed it to him and he sipped.

The bed piece of paper were soaked from his sweat.

"I'm going to change these linen and then get to town before the drug storehouse finis,"she said."Can you get up ?"

Clad only in his underpants, he got up with her supporter and sat on a hot seat she'd dragged side by side to the bed. He watched as Bettina changed his sheets. He got back in the bed and continued to watch her. She put some ice in a wet towel and placed it on his forehead, let Bella out for a pee and filled her arena with food and fresh pee, and brought more cool H2O for Travis.

"quietus if you can, and drink. I'm going to town and will be back soon. And just so you know, I heard about you and my momma going at it, and thank you for what you said."

She kissed his brim, grabbed the pill bottle and the truck keys and bounded out the door.

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Bettina sped into town and fortunately her political boss, the pharmacist, had not left yet. He listened as she excitedly explained the place. He started filling the pre***********ion as he called the Doctor on the phone. Then Bettina purchased a few toiletries and called dwelling house to say she might not be home for a few days.

Doc Jones, whose office was in his base two pulley block away, followed Bettina out to the cabin. It was getting dark when the car and truck barreled into the drive and Bella barked her welcome.

Travis had chills and the flat solid over him was already damp from swither. Doc immediately fed him a couple pills with water and took all of his lively house. His temperature was very high.

"We need to get you to the hospital,"Doc said.

"No hospital,"Travis croaked.

"But son, this is sober. Your situation needs to be monitored, you…"

"I've been through it before Doc, I know the drill. Stay sang-froid, drink fluids, rest, take my medicine. Hurry up and get better."

"I don't know…"

"I'm not going to the hospital. They'll kill me in there. It will be well-to-do to get better here."

"I'll stay with him,"Bettina said."I'll take tutelage of him."

Doc looked at Travis, then at Bettina, then back at Travis.

"I feel better already,"Travis rasped with a tired smile.

Doc sagged slightly, shrugged his shoulder, and started packing up his grim bag. He knew he would be wasting his hint so he didn't push the point. At to the lowest degree he's not unrestrained, he thought. He gave instructions to Bettina and told her to call him if they needed anything. She didn't tell him they had no phone.

"Thanks Doc,"Travis said as Doc was leaving the room.

Bettina walked Doc to the doorway. She told him she'd stop by his office to pick up the bill the side by side time she was back in town.

-- --

Bettina fetched Travis a dry piece of paper and freshened the towel on his forehead. She daubed his face and neck with a cold-blooded, wet cloth. She heated some soup for dinner and spoon-fed him some broth.

As he slept she busied herself around the cabin. She swept the Sir Henry Wood floor of the cabin and mudroom and scrubbed the kitchen clean, washed the dishes. She did some laundry and give ear it out to dry.

It was getting late and Bettina was tired. Travis stirred briefly so she gave him another of his pills. She went to the bathroom and brushed her dentition as she sat on the gutter taking a pee. She grabbed a mantle from a closet and went to log Z's on the couch.

-- --

Sometime in the nighttime Bettina was awakened by Travis talking in his eternal sleep. She couldn't understand what he was saying, it was all slurred, but he was having some kind of dream. She walked over and sat down beside him. There was just enough radiant light from the stars outside to see that Travis had shaken free from the sheet on top of him, and he was naked except for his boxer trunks. She felt his forehead ; his febrility had abated some. She felt his cervix, clammy, and traced her long finger's breadth over his chest.

"Hi,"Travis said softly in a abrasive voice.

"howdy,"Bettina said."You were talking in your slumber. Were you having a bad dream ?"

"No. It was a unspoilt pipe dream. You were in it."

"Really ?"

"Yeah,"Travis said.

He took Bettina's deal and moved it to his groin and placed it on his rooster. It was tough. She could feel its remains hotness through the damp of his cotton shorts.

"See ?"

"I see,"she said.

Bettina opened the scratch on the battlefront of his short circuit and snaked his rooster through the opening. She stroked it gently and Travis sighed with pleasance. It was the first time in years he'd felt such a touch.

Without another intelligence Bettina shifted her body and bent-grass over and took his turncock into her lip. Travis moaned as she sucked him and flicked her tongue around the tip. He sunk his fingers into her kinky hair.

It felt long and hot in her mouth, like a baked potato that hadn't cooled off. It was good-sized too, she thought, which would be good for when he put it inside her, which she hoped would be soon. She'd had a duo turgid, smutty dick before, but this one was feeling just right. She held his hip and cupped his balls and sucked him with a passion, with a powered force aimed at sucking the disease, the infection, the toxicant, whatever it was, right out of him. She wanted to please him, make him experience practiced, and draw a blank his illness for a few minutes. She wanted to sample him, to satisfy her mouth and her stomach with his sperm, wanted him to mark his slur inside her.

Travis's fingerbreadth were enmeshed in Bettina's kinky locks. He watched the silhouette of her Afro'd head word bob up and down in the dusky light, and he gently swung his crotch in clip with her bowel movement. Her mouth was heavy, and most of his stopcock slid easily in and out. He treasured their synchronise single and slowly felt his cum rise and make toward ejaculation.

When he came his torso jerked like a donkey kick. His ejaculate shot into Bettina's sass and onto her human face. Five separate jet, if she counted right, the firstly one mighty, the ones after LE and less. She licked his peter clean and jerk and teased his pee-hole with her tongue. She rose up and dislodged Travis's fingers from her fuzz. She held his manus as she gently kissed his mouth. Bella was snoring and missed the altogether thing.

"There,"she said."Maybe that will help to suck the illness out of you. Now you get some more sleep, and I'll see you in the morning."

She started to get up but Travis held onto her hand. He wouldn't let go until they'd kissed again.

-- --

Bettina rose ahead of time and took a shower, then put urine on the range for tea. Travis was due for another pill but he was sleeping peacefully so she decided to wait until he woke up to give it to him. She was sitting on a chair watching him when he stirred.

"Good morning,"she said, and rose from her chair. Bella woke up too so she put her out.

"How are you feeling ?"she said, as she sat beside him on the bed and squeezed his hired hand. He swallowed his pill.

"I feel better,"he said softly."Thanks to you. What you did…last night. That was…really good."

"gladiola you liked it. Need to go down on that unwellness out of you. I'll do it again too when yo'ready."

Bettina pulled back the sheet. It was slightly damp, but not as bad as before. She put her deal on the front of his boxers. He was hard again, a morning boner, just like the good old days.

"shucks, you're ready already, aren't you,"she said, and without hesitation pulled his shorts down onto his thighs. She hefted his heated gist in her handwriting."Nice cock,"she added, and went down on him.

It was fond in her oral fissure, not as hot as the night before, a good signaling she thought. She sucked it for a minute, then kissed the tip, then licked it from the bottom up, and massaged his supply ship nuts in her mouth. She again felt Travis's fingers on her scalp and took his penis back into her back talk, kneaded his balls and sucked with a fiery fervor.

Travis guided her question with his hand in her hair and in the morning ignitor he watched her, and marveled as his thankfully-hard blanched cock cruised in and out of her lightlessness straits. It was sexy as hell, he thought.

He swayed his breakwater, gently fucking her beautiful mouth. He groaned with gleefulness when she sucked him difficult and fingered his tightening glob. Ugh…ugh…ugh…he grunted with each poke of her head word, urging his cum to pay them another visit. It wouldn't take long. He raised his mole over and over and cryptical, pushing his putz into her mouth, reaching for her throat, and soon he felt his kettle boil and another spout from his years of thwarting poured out.

Bettina groaned when Travis's eubstance buckled and she felt his first hot blast explode into the backbone of her throat. She started to gag but held on. She kept her back talk clamped to his irritable cock as his cum surged into her mouth and his organic structure oscillated beneath her. She wanted all of it ; she knew she was sucking that red cent malaria right out of him.

When he had no more to give Bettina removed the dick from her mouth and licked the tip. Travis pulled her question up to his and he kissed her, and rammed his tongue into her jizzum-coated mouth. He hugged her tight, and she hugged him, and she was soon lying beside him with Travis's hands roving over her back and her ass.

"That was so soundly,"he said."You are so sexy."

"I want to hit you experience serious,"she whispered.

"You do, Bettina. You do."

"goodness. Now you got ta get better so you can fuck me,"she said, matter-of-factly.

She kissed him again and pushed herself out of the bed.

"I'm gon na crap us some breakfast,"she said."If you feel good enough for blowjobs, you should feel good enough to eat."

"You look undecomposed enough to eat,"Travis said.

"That too,"she said."When we fuck. You want my kitty-cat, don't you ?"

"Oh, yeah. I want all of you."

"good. Now the Oklahoman you get better, the Sooner we can get to fuckin ’. We're way overdue. The whole town thinks we've been doin'it anyhow, so we might as well get to it."

Travis laughed to himself and watched her leave the bedroom. He nodded off while listening to her rummage around in the kitchen.

-- --

Over the next various days Bettina used Travis's hand truck to drive the few miles to and from town. She would go to work and drive back on her lunch time to check on him, fix him some soup or do whatever needed doing and then maneuver back into town. Her mammy gave her some asshole when she went base to backpack a crowd of her clothes, but she just ignored her for the most division. ‘ He's sick, he's all by himself, he needs me ’, was all she said, and left.

By the third base day Travis was feeling much better. He was still tired and weak, but the pyrexia had subsided and he was up and around. Bettina reminded him when she left for work that it was her day to work late, and that she would be getting back to the cabin at a little after eight instead of a little after five. ‘ bread and butter taking your pills !'she reminded him when she left.

When Bettina drove up to the cabin that even, Bella ran to the truck to recognize her. At maiden she thought, Oh no, the dog's on the at large, something's untimely, but she soon saw Travis sitting on the porch rocker drinking a can of beer, waiting on her. She knew right away he was feeling better and getting back to normal.



Travis rose as Bettina climbed the step onto the porch. They kissed, and she grabbed the can of beer from his script and took a healthy swig.

"You feelin'punter, it looks like,"she said."What smells so good ?"

"I cooked us supper,"Travis said."Venison steaks, greens and maize, bread and butter."

"Sounds like quite a feast."

"Yep. We'll need the energy for what I'm going to do to you. You've been taking care of me, now I'm going to take care of you."

"Yeah ? What you gon na do ?"

"I'm gon na do you."

"God, it's about time,"Bettina said, and slipped her hired hand between his legs.

"Uh uh,"he said, taking her manus, and leading her inside."First we eat."

The table was set. There were two candle burning and a bottle of wine chilling on the table. The food for thought was cooked and warming, so they dished up their home and sat down. Travis made a toast. He thanked Bettina for being there to assist him and called her the brightly light at the end of his longsighted tunnel. They ate and drank and talked, start about her day at the drug depot, then about Travis's programme to get back to fishing and writing now that he was feeling better. He knew that in a few days he'd stimulate his posture back to a hundred percent.

They cleaned up together as they finished off the bottle. Travis had no sooner hung the towel up to dry when Bettina spun him toward her and into her arms. They kissed and their tongue did thong in their mouths. They squeezed each other tight and rain started banging on the tin roof as their eubstance blended. They kissed long and their digit wandered over their bodies and cock and nipples became hard-pressed between them.

"Make me your charwoman,"Bettina whispered.

Travis led her to the bedroom. The bed had been freshly made, so he sat her down on the edge and knelt before her. He unbuttoned and removed her blouse, then her bra, unleashing her smallish but hard-nippled breasts. He lay her back, unzipped her skirt and pulled it off and hung it on a chair. He took a moment to admire his lady, dark from head teacher to toe except for her egg white scanty. Then he stood and strip down before her.

He got into bed with her, his body naked against her for the number 1 time. They resumed kissing and feeling each other up. His cock was hard but he wanted to remove his time, make it beautiful. He traced his deal all over her, her back, her front, her neck and berm, her butt. And inside her scanty, where he felt her pussy, already wet with expectation. Bettina pushed her scanty down onto her second joint with her fingers, then got them all the way off with her toes. Travis squeezed her ass in his hands, and she moaned when he sucked her nipple into his mouth.

Bettina sifted her long black fingers through Travis's light brown hair as his backtalk and clapper blazed a trail over her speed body and worked his way down. He licked her stomach, slim and flat, and she giggled when he jammed his spit into her concave belly push button. But she didn't giggle when he licked her puss for the first time.

She hissed like a cobra, wrapped her stage around his neck and pushed her slit into his nerve. He licked the insides of her undefended lips and tasted her soulful zest. It smelled clean and funky at the like time, and she pushed it against his face, and groaned when it forced his tongue inside her. She tightened her bitch around his tongue and squeezed.

"Eat me, infant,"Bettina said.

Her crotch and his face became a auto with two parts, working in tandem bicycle with the help of Bettina's manpower and peg locked around his head. With his tongue being chomped on by Bettina's officious beaver, Travis buzzed her turgid, rubbery clit as best he could with his speed lip. This was his first-ever black pussy, but he knew already it was the best he'd ever had.

Bettina squealed and her body shimmied and her slit loosened. Travis took her clit into his oral cavity and sucked it like a straw. She bellowed a low aaahhh and Travis felt a warm, wet flow meet his brass. Her salty, vinegarish cum was in his mouth and in his nose and on his Kuki-Chin and reminded him of the scent of Daniel Chester French fries at the beach when he was a kid. When her cum and shakes had stopped, Travis lifted his head with a smile on his face.

"You taste right,"he said.

"Let me taste,"she said, and pulled his promontory up to hers and buried her glossa into his mouth. They kissed deeply and she licked her cum off of his chin.

"Fuck me,"she said.

Travis was more than set, his peter was patiently cocked and loaded.

"Are you sure it's okeh ?"he asked.

"Yup. I've been on birth control since the day after we first kissed."

She'd been waiting for this. She grabbed his egotistical shaft and pulled it into her. Then she clenched her legs around him and sucked his cock with her cunt.

Travis started slowly, but that didn't last long. They quickly fell into a unwavering pulse, gradually with more quickness and force, and they both grunted with each mighty jounce. The bed was soon rocking and Bella left the way to give them their noisy privacy. My first time with this woman, Travis thought, and she's the best fuck of my biography.

The rain banged harder on the roof and they banged harder in the bed. Travis was slamming Bettina intemperate, but she was giving it right back to him. Her long, wiry body was amazingly limber and her arms and legs were wrapped around him like black snakes as their seawall pounded away. Bettina was not a quiet lover, she was good of grunts and groans as she drilled her torso onto his. Her puss gripped his cock with an assertive sucking, like she was trying to siphon off his cum up from his toes.

As they fucked, Travis had a legal brief vision blink of an eye into his head : The day when he first met Bettina, when she had boated up to his sorrel with her little brothers and Sister. How young and free she'd looked, the big sister, the babysitter. And how he'd never imagined at the time that he'd have her in his bed, that his cock would be hard and full-of-the-moon, and that he would be ramming it into her tasty, black twat. He never would have guessed what he was learning now : This girl was born to fuck.

Travis was sweating now, but it wasn't from the febricity. Bettina was sweating too, but she didn't slow down any. They had a steady beat going and they were playing each other. Over and over they hammered each other, and their mouth-fucking buss were deep and wet and long.

"God, this is good,"Travis said hoarsely, without slowing down.

"We fuck in effect,"Bettina said."I knew we would."

Travis could feel his cum stir and knew he wouldn't be able to hold it in much longer.

"I'm going to come,"he squeaked.

"Good,"she said, and clamped her ramification even tighter around him and squeezed his stern as hard as she could with both hands.

The rush rose up through Travis's steeled cock and crackled on its way out. His body vibrated as he released a gruelling lading, and pumped squirt of his cum into Bettina's slit for the for the first time, of which he already knew, would be many times.

"God, that's full,"he said.

"Here I come again,"Bettina said.

"I want to find it."

Travis gently pushed his attendant cock to and fro inside her and they were smiling at each other when he felt her wet lovingness menses, surrounding his cock and seeping out of her and dripping onto his balls. Travis collapsed beside her and put his arms around her. They were laughing softly for a instant before they kissed, and their glossa started doing a slow fuck of their own.

-- --

Early the next morning they awoke and immediately started laughing. Had it really been that ripe ? Yes, it had. Then Bettina promptly noticed the big erection between Travis's legs, so she went down on him, sucked that thing, and started her day with a taste of his cum. Then she fucked him.

Bettina pretty much moved in after that. She wanted to sleep with him and fuck him as much as potential, and Travis felt the same. She still went home to assist out with her younger siblings sometimes, but things were a piddling strained around there with her parents, so she didn't hang around much.

Travis bought an old Volkswagen Bug for four hundred dollar mark so Bettina could get to and from town without having to bike it or take the truck. While Bettina went to ferment, Travis's routine was fishing in the morning, going to townspeople in the afternoon to betray his catch and run his errands, and then go home and write.

The penning had taken off. It had turned into a tarradiddle instead of a discourse. He kept the maiden part about going to war and the atrociousness he'd witnessed, but it turned into something quite different from what he'd envisioned when he started. And it was honest. He knew it was good and he had submitted a couple excerpts to diverse powder magazine, hoping to get them published.

At night, if he was really on a roll, Travis would write into the night, and Bettina would look in bed, reading and listening to his typewriter bang away in the other elbow room. When the typewriter was put to bed for the dark, Travis would go to his bed and bang Bettina. He had to, he was so distinguish up, it would be the only way he could get to sleep afterward. He needed her. It was expected and Bettina looked forward to it. She wanted him inside her all the time. And in the morning, Travis always woke up with a massive erection, so she would charter it into her back talk and suck him until he came.

-- --

One Billy Sunday morning they were in bed naked, holding each other. They had just concluded a hot sitting of viva sex, going down on each other in a enjoyable, intense soixante-neuf which ended in explosive climax. Travis loved eating Bettina's pussy ; he thought it was so sexy that her pitch-dark golf hole was garden pink inside, the contrast excited him. And Bettina loved sucking his white cock. She did so every morning.

"will you do me a favor ?"Bettina asked.

"Of course of instruction,"Travis said."What ?"

"nookie me in the ass,"she said.

"What ? Really ? You want that ?"

"Yeah."

"You like it that way ?"

"I think I will. I want you to induce all of me."

She got up and walked to the chest drawer where she kept some of her dress. She lay back on the bed face-down and handed Travis a thermionic vacuum tube of KY jelly. She wiggled her ass and spread her boldness for him and Travis was impressed when he saw her arsehole dilate all-inclusive unfold and close a twain times.

"Ooh, looks like somebody's ready,"he said, as he was screwing the cap off of the tube.

He squeezed a big clod into the crack of her ass and he knew right away it was much more than was needed. He pushed a healthy dose into her bastard with his finger's breadth and wiggled it around in there a few times.

"Ah, that's nice,"Bettina sighed.

He slathered his hammer with the hooey from its tip to his nuts. There was plenty left over so he rubbed it all over her butt. Her whole ass was glistening with the stuff.

"There. A nice, shiny black ass,"he said.

Bettina rolled over on her vertebral column and shove two pillows under her ass. She raised her ramification so they were pretty well-nigh wrapped around the back of her head.

"I want to see your font,"she said.

She put her hands on her sly buttocks and pulled them apart. Her asshole was prepare for him. He placed the forefront of his dick against her possible action and held it there for a minute, his sensitive horn in cone resting against her rubbery flange. Then he pushed it inward.

Bettina gasped as it entered her. She felt it reach into her, stretching her, then back off, then in a little more, then back, then again, and again, slowly, gently reaming her. When Travis had about one-half of his cock into her he picked up the tread. She was grunting with each push, and it felt to her like a log was being rammed up her ass, but it was gliding in and out seamlessly, and the more it slid in and out of her, the Thomas More she liked it. She felt gallant she could call for that whole big thing up there. Before foresighted Travis was fucking her middling hard.

"God, this spirit fucking unspoiled,"he said.

"You got all of me, now. call for it,"Bettina said sharply, staring into his center."Now you've fucked all of me. I'm yours now."

That made Travis fuck her tied harder. His eyes were darting back and forth from Bettina's eyes to her asshole, where he was mesmerized at the sight of his white rod disappearing into and reappearing from her Shirley Temple Black ass.

"This feels so fucking soundly !"Travis almost shouted.

"Yeah, you like fuckin'my ass. You own my ass now. I'm all yours now."

Travis was banging her like he was post yap digger. They were both groaning with each thrust and Travis wouldn't have imagined that he ever would stick his wholly dick up Bettina's ass, but he was, all the way in, then out, then all the way in again, over and over. Then an odd idea popped into his head. He stopped for a moment with the length of his cock embedded into her.

"What's the matter ?"Bettina asked.

"Nothing's the matter,"Travis said."Just had a thought, that's all."

"What thought ?"

"I just happened to think, what if your mammy could see us now ?"

Bettina burst out laughing and her eubstance shook, and Travis could feel her motherfucker quaking around his peter. Travis grinned and soon both of them were shaking with laughter.

"She'd pray for me, I guess,"Bettina finally said, and they had another laugh.

Travis slowly started swaying his shaft in and out again, and gradually picked up speed.

"red cent, this feels so fucking skillful,"he said again.

"You better hurry up and hail. Come in my ass."

Travis pounded away and within a instant he let out a eructation roar and his hot cum climbed its way up through his shaft like a flaming ceramicist. Mexican valium of his cum ripped their way out, deep into the sweet spot of Bettina's ass. He sighed loudly as he pulled out and he watched her sphincter, wide as a silver clam, slowly shut and replication to its sexy pucker. He collapsed beside her.

"That was so have a go at it good,"Travis said."You okay ?"

"Oh yeah,"she said."My ass is yours now."

"Let me see my new ass,"Travis said.

He rolled her over on her venter. He traced his fingerbreadth over her butt and along her cranny and fingered her asshole, then he did the same with his tongue.

"Such a nice ass,"he said."It looks like a heart."

"What ?"Bettina said, raising and turning her head.

"It does. Like an inverted warmheartedness. You know how a spunk has two turn parts at the top and a detail at the ass ? Your ass has two one shot cheeks at the merchantman, and your fissure tip right up to the point between your legs."

Bettina giggled as he circled her buttocks cheeks with his finger's breadth and then slipped a hand between her legs and fingered her pussy.

They kissed gently as Travis caressed her arse and her crack and her hole.

-- --

The undermentioned calendar week Travis didn't go sportfishing as much. He stepped up his written material and had outlined the last few chapters and wanted to get it all down on theme while it was newly in his mind and the quarrel were flowing. First of the week he did select a cause to a jewellery fund in the small city across the river, and made a return misstep at the end of the hebdomad. Bettina's twentieth birthday was coming the next weekend and he wanted to get her something nice.

Bettina worked at the drug store and helped out at home base in the evenings. Her mother wasn't feeling well and was overwhelmed. But she never failed to go domicile to the cabin at night, no thing how late. She'd get there and Travis would be at his desk and she would try to get him into bed. A couple times he wasn't quite cook so she fucked him right there in his president. She liked sleeping with him, holding him, waking up with him. She liked having the clean memory of his cock inside her as she went about her day.

Travis picked up his mail on Friday and there was a letter from a home magazine to which he'd submitted an excerpt of his book. It would be published in an coming issue and his check would be sent when they went to press.

On Saturday evening Travis took Bettina to dinner across the river. They dressed up a slight, but not too a great deal, and got a prominent tabular array overlooking the river. The Theodore Harold White patrons couldn't help stealing coup d'oeil at the obviously-entranced salt-and-pepper odd span sharing smiles and lobsters in front of the large window. The black handmaiden seemed to enjoy the flooring show too.

With dinner over, Travis gave Bettina her natal day gift. It was a flat box wrapped in yellow paper with red palm. She tore it spread and put her bridge player over her mouthpiece and gasped when she saw what it was : a white gold range attached to an upside-down gold heart with a diamond in the middle.

She started crying and said,"It's beautiful !"

"Happy birthday, Bettina,"Travis said."I had it custom-made especially for you."

He slid close and clasped it around her neck. The gold chain and spirit and diamond sparkled like a beacon against her ebony skin.

"I'm falling in dearest with you, you know that don't you ?"he said.

Bettina nodded up and down emphatically with watery buttock and Travis kissed her and tasted the Strategic Arms Limitation Talks of her tears.

"I love you too,"she said softly.

The server brought out a pocket-sized cake and some of the faculty sang ‘ Happy birthday'to her, and the client gave them a circle of applause. Bettina blew out the candle and they each had several bites of patty as they held hands.

"Let's go habitation and make water love,"Bettina whispered.

Travis left pile of Cash on the table and they got up to leave. They received another round of hand clapping as they walk/limped out of the room.

-- --

On the ride home base Bettina had a concentrated time keeping her hired man off of him. Travis told her to stop, move over before she caused an accident.

"I want you to come in all my holes tonight,"she said.

"OK, but let's get menage first."

"I love my necklace."

"I do too."

"I'm never taking it off."

They talked about different things to aim her idea off his phallus. She talked about her job and her sept and her mother's wellness. She asked about how his book authorship was coming along.

"It had been going really, really well the last few weeks, and I had the net few chapters all mapped out,"Travis said."But now I'm almost done, just a duad chapters to go, but just I can't seem to finish it."

There was a silence for a moment or two.

"Maybe you are finished,"Bettina said.

Those Bible hung in the air and there was quietly while Travis thought about what she'd said. Maybe she was right.

They got back to the cabin. Bella greeted them and ran and did her clientele and followed them inside. Travis's prick was heavily and Bettina's pussycat was wet so they undressed each other in a frenzy…except for her necklace, of course…and he took his woman to bed.

His cock slipped into her with smooth out saving grace and they were fucking in an instant, perfectly in tune. He kissed her neck and licked her upside-down heart and fingered her ass and fucked her sass with his knife. It was only a few proceedings before they both reached orgasm together.

As he ejaculated Travis realized that Bettina was right. He WAS finished. The Quran was finished, the ending just needed to be tightened up. I AM finished, he thought.

I'M NOT IN PAIN OR PISSED-OFF ANYMORE.

-- --

Travis worked heavily on his book over the succeeding few twenty-four hours. He had edited it over and over as he'd been writing and rewriting it, so it was pretty much ready for submission, early than for the stopping point chapter. He rewrote the chapter, simplifying and and resolving matter as best he could. Then he typed like a madman for a few days. He had contact selective information for five publishers that looked like a good fit for the record. He typed five written matter with carbon paper and mailed the originals with a masking letter of the alphabet that named the popular internal magazine publisher in which an excerpt was already scheduled for publishing. He mailed all five software program out low gear class from the Emily Price Post office in township. Then he got back to fishing.

Bettina was busier than ever too. She worked full-time at the drug store and part-time helping her mother and grandmother at home. But she never failed to go back to the cabin at dark, against her mother's wishes, to sleep, piece of tail and wake up with Travis.

After a couple of weeks Travis started checking his P.O. box more often hoping for a letter from a publishing firm. He thought maybe he should get a speech sound installed but nixed the idea. It would probably be expensive for the earpiece troupe to run a credit line out to his cabin, plus the just person he'd want to call lived with him.

The initiative correspondence he received back from a publisher was a manakin missive saying thanks, but no thanks. It wasn't what they were looking for. Then a twosome weeks after that he got a letter from another newspaper publisher saying they had received his manu*********** but they were currently backlogged and would be in touch if they thought it was something they'd like to follow up on. After that, another dearest John letter from a tierce publishing company.

Finally, on a Wednesday a few workweek later, a fourth letter was delivered to his postbox that was a little unlike. It had a sensation of urgency, they were interested. It asked that Travis call at his earliest convenience. Travis walked over to the bank and bought a bankroll of dimes and then found a pay sound in the lobby of the hotel.

Somehow Travis's manu*********** had landed on the desk of an editor program named Ed Richard Wright who loved the book and also happened to have intercourse an editor at the magazine that was planning to release the excerpt. They spoke and were both enthusiastic about the piece of work and exchanged ideas about promotion and perhaps allowing the magazine to run respective excerption and perhaps an interview in consecutive issues if Ed's business firm published the book.

Travis inserted two dimes and dialed the long-distance number and an manipulator came on the line and told him how many More dime to put into the slot for the first three minute of arc. A charwoman with a pleasant voice answered and he told her he wanted to talk to Ed Willard Huntington Wright, and that Ed was expecting his call.

terzetto minutes came and went while he was still on hold. He was dropping More coins into the slot when Ed came on the line.

"Hello, Travis, this is Ed Frances Wright, how are --,"he said. And then :"Are you calling from a pay phone ?"

"Yessir, Mr. Wright. I don't have a dwelling house phone."

"Goodness gracious. Does that phone have a number on it ?"

"Yessir,"Travis said, and gave him the number.

"OK, Travis, don't motility. I'm going to call you correctly back. We need to spill the beans without you having to put coins in the phone."

"Thank you, Mr. Wright."

"song me Ed. talk to you in half a minute."

It didn't take that long, and Travis picked up instantly. Ed told him that he loved his book and the story and the heat with which it was written, and a couple former editor program had also read it and call back we can sell it. He said he felt like he'd been to war with him. He'd wanted to cry tears of pain in the first parting but binge of joy at the end. He said he knew people at the mag too, and they'd already discussed cross-promotion. He had a good belief about this.

"We have to get you up here to New York, to meet our team and talk about publication this book. How soon can you come up here ? I'll send you a round head trip carpenter's plane just the ticket and we'll woof you up at the airdrome and put you up in a nice hotel for a couple of days."

"I could occur up adjacent hebdomad,"Travis said."But I'd rather not fly. Could I maybe take the train ? There's a entrepot not too far from where I live. An airport is 60 minutes away."

"Of course, Travis, whatever you're comfortable with. I'll get working on this good away. I'll send you the train ticket evince mail. We'll plan on meeting next Wednesday and Th, would that work ?"

Travis said it would. Ed told him to check his mailbox on Friday and he should experience the ticket, if not sooner. Travis walked on air, as nonchalantly as he could, back to his truck.

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Travis couldn't wait to narrate Bettina the in effect news. He bought Champagne and put it on ice and packed a picnic basket with kale and cheese and substance and fruit and former eats. He stowed them in the boat along with a quilt and a couple blankets.

When Bettina got home Travis and Bella were sitting on the porch waiting for her. There were two glasses of champagne on the table. She sat down beside him and asked what was up.

"A toast,"Travis said, handing her a glass."To this maybe-author maybe getting his book published."

Her eyes grew big as dish."Really ?"

Travis shrugged. He told her about the letter and his phone telephone call with the editor and his approaching trip-up to New York.

"Oh, my god that's wonderful ! I can't believe it. They're going to bring out your book !"

"Maybe."

"They will, I know it,"she said, and stood up, whooped and hollered and danced around before caressing and kissing him. They tapped glasses and drank with her sitting on his lap.

"Will you take forethought of Bella while I'm gone ?"he asked.

She gave him an are-you-crazy look and said yes, of row, that was a mute question.

They all three got in the boat and Travis took them out on the river to a quiet, common soldier cove. They ate their dinner and drank Champagne-Ardenne to lionize and then spread the cover and made love under the stars while the gravy holder bobbed in the gentle tide and Bella kept watch.

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The afterglow of well news show did not shimmer for long.

On Friday afternoon Travis went to town to pick up his mail. He was pleased to see he had received the envelope from the publishing firm. It included a round-trip gearing ticket, an itinerary, and a booklet about the publishing company with Ed S. S. Van Dine's business carte attached. He would card the train Monday midday and would arrive at Penn Station in New House of York City xxvii minute later. A driver would greet him and take him to his hotel. The schedule showed that the train would go through many town on the head trip north.

He shopped at the securities industry and then visited the computer hardware for some provision. He was planning to blockade at the drug memory board but he didn't see the VW parked in the incline lot where Bettina usually parked it. Travis figured she was out making a rescue. The pharmacy had client they delivered pre***********ions to and the employees made the obstetrical delivery. Bettina had mentioned a few time how nice it was to have the bug and not have to ride her bike.

He and Bella rode back to the cabin together. He wanted to lave the motortruck and the gravy boat before supper.

When the chores were done Travis grabbed a common cold beer and sat on the porch to wait for Bettina. In between stroke of the tennis orchis he was thinking to himself, looking forward to the weekend just beginning. He was getting hard thinking about Bettina, and the next three nights of lovemaking they would plowshare before he left on Monday for five days.

Finally Bettina drove up, got out of the car and walked toward the porch. Travis could assure immediately by her stride and the expression on her look that something was terribly wrong. When she stepped up onto the porch he could separate she'd been crying. She sat down beside him without even saying hi.

"Bettina, what's the matter ?"he asked.

She instantly burst into tears. Travis took her deal in his and she squeezed him tight. Then he took her in his arms until the sobs had abated some. She took a tissue from her pocket and dabbed at her eyes.

"It's Momma,"she said."It's really bad."

"What is it ? Tell me."

"She's a lot sick than we thought. For weeks and weeks she's been going to medico and specialist and labs and taking psychometric test and having X-ray, and been bounced around to so many offices, running up broadside. Over a K dollar bill already, and my parents don't have good insurance, and don't have the money to pay."

Bettina blew her nose into her saturated tissue paper. Travis got up and quickly returned with a hankie and handed it to her.

"Go on,"he said.

"wellspring, they found a tumor. In her lung. The medico thinks it's malignant. So far it hasn't spread to any former organs, but he said it's aggressive and probably would if they don't go in and get it out.

"But it's expensive. We already owe so much and they want another fifteen hundred dollar bill just to gibe to do the operation, and that's not all it will cost with any knottiness and recovery and follow-up and who-knows-what. Oh Travis, what are we going to do ?"

She broke down into teardrop again. Travis held her and kissed her face and forehead.

"How's the rest of your house ?"

"papa's a wreck. He doesn't want to allow for her English but he knows he's got ta workplace. And I got ta be there to help out, with the kids, the sign, the cooking, the chickens, even though I'd rather be with you…"

"I understand,"Travis said, patting her back and hugging her tightly."Of course you need to be with them. They need you."

Bella knew something was damage. She quit playing clod and rested her muzzle in Bettina's lap. Bettina stroked her pinna and smiled through her pain.

"You wait here, Baby. I'll be right wing back,"Travis said.

He went into the cabin and walked to his desk. He took a heavy envelope out of the hut and walked to his bedroom. He moved the rug, lifted up the story board, and pulled out the brand box. He opened it and pulled out three rubber-banded big money of a thousand dollar each and put them in the gasbag. He replaced the box, floor board and rug and walked back out on the porch.

He sat back down beside her, took her hand and kissed it. He handed her the envelope.

"Here's three thousand dollars,"he said."Pay her bills first thing Monday morning, and then pay the Doctor for the surgical procedure. docket the surgical procedure as soon as is possible, don't time lag, the sooner he can get it out the sooner your mammy can cure up."

"Three thousand dollars ? Oh My God !"Bettina said, holding the envelope like it was radioactive."How did you get…"

"Don't headache, it's my money. I didn't rob a money box or anything. I don't spend a lot of money, so I save it."

Bettina looked like she was in a trance."Travis, I can't accept this. Plus I don't know when they could ever pay you back."

"Let's not worry about that. I love you, and it's your mom, and you love her. Take it, it's for a good cause, don't you think ? It's the ripe matter to do."

"I can't consider this. And after the way she spoke to you…"

"I'm doing it for you."

"Travis, I don't know what to say."

"How about, ‘ I love you'and ‘ Goodbye'? I would have it off to cast you across the bed and cause love to you right now, but your family needs you. I'll be waiting, as long as it takes. Just retrieve I'll be gone Mon through Friday this coming week, and don't forget about Bella."

Bettina kissed Bella on the top of her foreland and then kissed Travis on his mouth.

"God, I love you,"she said.

"I love you too. Now you better get going. Your house needs you."

Travis spanked her on the croupe as she left the porch. He watched her private road off and then threw the lawn tennis chunk across the yard and watched Bella tear after it. He picked up his can of beer and took a sip. It was warm as piss so he went inside to get a moth-eaten one.

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The following week was a whirlwind for Travis. He couldn't rest on the railroad train so by the time he reached New House of York on Tuesday afternoon he was dead-tired. At the place there was a guy standing on the platform holding up a sign with his name on it and they walked to a waiting car and the chauffeur dropped him off at his hotel. He ate something and went straight to bed and slept all the way through till morning.

Wed and Thursday Travis was like a blind man in a maze. Tours, meetings, lunches, dinner, demonstrations, a non-stop overload of information, planning and sales pitches. When they dropped him off at the train post Th afternoon he was tired and confused and looking forward to being alone on the geartrain with no one to verbalize to. He had a signed contract in his hand. It was the standard contract for new authors and he would receive a fifteen hundred dollar mark improvement. It sounded practiced to him.

When he got back to his cabin Fri night the place was obscure and empty but there was a note from Bettina. It read :

beloved source,

Welcome home !

When you read this please go out to the dock and roleplay your trumpet for a few minutes. dally something felicitous, I'll be listening. Then me and Bella will be here in 15 minutes.

dear,

Bettina

P.S. Can't time lag to get you in bed !

Travis took his horn down to the dockage. He blew what he thought was a rather swinging version of ‘ Chattanooga Choo-Choo'out into the night. It seemed reserve after spending xxvii hours on a train.

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When Bettina and Bella showed up a few minutes later there was a semi-menage a trois on the front porch with hug and kisses all around. Bettina had brought fried chicken and collards and potato and while they ate they filled each former in on what had happened that week. Travis told her about his trip-up and having signed a publishing sight and Bettina told him all about her week too.

Her parents were flabbergasted that Travis would loan them the money, especially after the way she had spoken to him. They swore they'd find a way to pay him back someday. ma is very appreciative and very blue, and wants you to know that. They paid their great bills on Monday. They paid the surgeon as well, and the operation was scheduled for the comply calendar week. Momma and Daddy seem to be better because some of the worry is lifted.

"You made it all possible, Travis. Thank you,"Bettina said.

"You're welcome,"he said."But now it's payback sentence. I'm gon na acquire it out in trade."

She giggled."What you gon na do ?"

"You're gon na be sore all over by the prison term you leave here, girl."

"That sounds good."

He stood up and walked behind her electric chair. He bent over and kissed her neck and fondled her breasts.

"How you want it first ?"he asked.

"In my oral cavity,"she said, and turned her head to kiss his back talk."Then vertical."

Bettina loved to get laid standing up or against the wall or facing Travis as he sat on a chairman or the bed. She loved to control her movements up and down because she could slam her cunt down and grind it on his cock and feel it being shoved up deep inside her.

They went to the bed and undressed as they kissed. It had been over a week and they were starved for each other. Once Travis's shirt was off Bettina torus at his pants. His tool was hard and it sprung upward as she pulled off his boxers and she sucked it into her sassing with a slurp.

Bella spread out on the rug and took it all in stride. She was used to the speech sound of her Mom and Dad fucking and sucking.

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The next few calendar month were very busy.

Bettina had her job at the drug storage, and even though she had moved in with Travis, she had her additional obligation at her parents'house. Along with her grandma, she had to attend after the unseasoned kids, cook and tend to the garden and animals. Her female parent's surgical process had been successful but her convalescence would acquire time. But even after her yearn days Bettina always made it back to the cabin to go to bed with Travis. The miss loved to fuck.

Travis traveled back and Forth River to New House of York several times while his book of account was being readied for publication. He had to touch with his editor program, approve the crown cover and blurbs, and read every one Logos of the galley to be sure it was mistake-free. There were interviews to do, which he loathed. The mag had published the excerption to positive recap and it would be publishing a second selection and then an interview in the next two issues. Despite the shudder he was getting from being published and watching his Quran necessitate flesh, he was always anxious to get back to the cabin, and to his two girls. Especially Bettina, because he knew she'd be ready to fuck his nous out. He'd had plenty of girl in the past, but none had ever wanted sex as often as Bettina. Every which way.

He'd gotten back on a Saturday eve after a few days in New House of York and Bettina and Bella met him in town. They went to a little barbecue property that had seating outside under an sunblind surrounded by pine tree trees. They ate rib and drank beer while Bella lay beside them and was the happy recipient of occasional, intentional porc muck. They didn't get the funny looks they used to get ; townspeople had become accustomed to the shuffle mates, the local shameful miss and the white loner from the point.

The small town talk had made the rounds and everybody had found out where the money for Jolene's checkup bill had come from. And they knew that Travis had gotten himself a book pot and an selection had been published in a prominent national mag, and that especial military issue had promptly sold out everywhere in town. Their little town was suddenly on the map.

After the rib they went home and they were barely inside the nominal head door of the cabin before Bettina was removing her clothes and leading Travis to their chamber. They were no sooner naked in the bed before she had his dick in her mouth.

They stayed naked for the following XV hours. They only got up to take a leak, get a drink or sweep their teeth. And they put Bella out one clip. They would both search back on it as the longsighted and most intense session of crazy sex they'd ever had. There was cock sucking and pussy feeding and cunt piece of tail and ass whacking and cigaret fucking and screaming sexual climax. Bettina got it up against the paries and sitting on Travis's cock while he bounced her up and down like a Pogo stick. They did sleep a few hours but then on Sunday sunup they did it all again.

It was early good afternoon before they hauled their asses out of bed. Travis had just ejaculated into Bettina's bunghole for the second time and collapsed on top of her. They were both tired, sweaty and very hungry. Bettina jumped out of bed and threw on one of Travis's tee shirt, and went to the kitchen to whip up some breakfast. Travis put on a pair of gasp and a sweatshirt. Soon the aroma of egg and sausage cooking filled the cabin.

Travis put Bella out to take concern of business, but after a match minutes she hadn't returned to the door. She was outside barking. He looked out of the window to see a wood-paneled station wagon pulling up to the cabin.

"You serious go put some wearing apparel on, girl,"Travis called to Bettina."Your Momma's here."

Bettina ran to the windowpane."Oh God, she brought the completely family,"she said, and hustled into the bedroom and pulled on a couplet of jeans. Then she turned off the stove and they walked out on the porch. Travis stood with his arm around her. Bella sat beside them, the sentinel.

Bettina's father was behind the wheel and her female parent was in the passenger seat, with the little young woman between them. Grandma and the two male child were in the back.

Bettina's father Henry M. Robert was a orotund man. He got out and walked around and assisted his wife out of the car. Both were dressed in their Sunday best. Jolene held onto her hubby and they walked a few steps closer to the porch.

"Good break of day, mommy. Good aurora, Daddy,"Bettina said.

"Sir Thomas More like afternoon, ain't it ?"Jolene said."See you missed church again, too."

"Would you like to get inside ?"

"No, we'll just be a bit,"she said, and took a footstep closer."I come to see you, Mr. Travis. I wanted to occur Oklahoman but I'm just now getting back to feeling better and getting around."

Jolene took a deep breath before she continued.

"I come to thank you and tell you how dingy I am. I pray that you can detect a way to accept my sincere apology. I feel so bad and was so wrong. I don't know how you found it in your heart to loan us that money after the way I spoke to you. It was mean-spirited and uncalled-for, and I'm ashamed. Sometimes a part of me comes up from cryptic inside and I have no idea where it came from. Henry M. Robert and I feel truly blessed that Bettina has found a man like you. We'll find a way to repay you somehow. So thank you and please forgive me."

Robert hugged his wife tightly. Bettina hugged Travis tightly too and looked up to him. It was his crook to speak.

"Thank you for saying that, miss Jolene,"Travis said."Of path I forgive you. You're Bettina's mommy, that's good enough for me. You all couldn't have had a daughter as fine as Bettina if you weren't good parents. I think from clock time to clip, we all say things we wish we hadn't. And I'm glad you're feeling better."

Tears started flowing down Jolene's face."Can I contribute you a hug ?"she asked.

Travis and Bettina walked down the steps and Travis stepped into Jolene's sleeve. They hugged each early tightly and Travis could finger her big, light jugful pressing against his chest.

Bettina hugged her parents and Travis shook Henry M. Robert's handwriting. Jolene said they'd like to suffer them over for dinner party sometime.

"Thanks, Mr. Travis !"the boy yelled out of the backseat window as they got back in the car.

"You're welcome, Nathan !"Travis called.

They watched the car ride off.

"That was not easy for her,"Bettina said."I can't remember her ever apologizing to anybody. And I know my folk, we've always just gotten by. Honestly, I don't know how they'll ever pay you back."

"It's okay if they mean to pay it back. It probably makes them feel better. But when I gave you the money it was intended as a gift."

They went inside and finished making breakfast.

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Some time later, Travis was picking up his mail at the post office and there was an envelope from his publishing firm. He opened it to ascertain a xv hundred dollar sign check for his onward motion. He walked down the street to the bank.

When he entered the savings bank he intended to cash it as usual. But while he was waiting in production line for the teller he changed his brain. He walked to fancy-suited bald man at a desk and told him he'd like to unfold an account. The man asked him to have a seat.

Travis sat down and put the check on the man's desk and sighed with pleasure. His Recent epoch life flashed through his mind. Unexpectedly he had met a cleaning woman he loved and trusted, he was no longer impotent, he found a talented editor in chief to champion his study, he'd been published in a home magazine and had a book contract. An amazing chain of events. He decided then and there that after all he'd been through, if he could hope himself, his char, his editor in chief, his publisher and his cock, then damn it, he could confide this bank.

He had them make him a copy of the check before he deposited it.

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When the book was released, and a couple days before Travis would have to will for a number of visual aspect and account book sign language, he took Bettina on a day trip to a medium-sized metropolis about two minute away. It was a clear Friday, a day off for Bettina. It was a courteous day for a campaign, and they packed a picnic basket. Bella rode in the back, protecting lunch.

"Why do we possess to drive so far for a duck soup ?"Bettina asked.

"You'll see,"Travis said.

Finally they drove into the outskirt of the town, what appeared to be the voguish suburb, and pulled into the lot of a shopping promenade. Travis could have qualified for a hinder tag, but he had never wanted to. He parked out in the lot like everybody else. Bella waited in the truck. Travis took Bettina's helping hand and they walked into the mall. They caught sight of eyes as they walked hand-in-hand past the many storefronts and shoppers.

They had to walk almost to the former end of the mall to get hold the bookstore. Walden's. They walked inside and Travis led them to the shelves of the new handout, right near the front. There were many to choose from. They stood there for almost a minute before Bettina spotted it.

There it was : Travis's book. The cover was a wavy American flag, charred along the edge and beneath it was a toy soldier broken in half and a atomic number 79 chain attached to a broken kernel. The title was ‘ burrow of suspicion ’. And right below it was Travis's epithet. It called itself a novel.

Bettina took a copy off the ledge and looked inside. She scanned the inside jacket describing the story. She had discussed the script with Travis a few times and had read the excerpts, but for the most component didn't pry. She knew how personal it was for him. She looked at the plump for fluttering and saw Travis's photo. A publicity shot.

"Cute little hellion,"she said, pointing at his picture.

"bend to the allegiance Page up front,"Travis said.

Bettina did, and read the curt sentence : ‘ For Bettina, My sexual love, My Muse and My Light at the end of the burrow ’.

"I love you,"he said, and kissed her as tears dripped on her cheeks."I'll be rightfulness back."

He went to place the handler to introduce himself. He returned shortly with a felt-tipped mark and signed the books on the shelf. Then they went on their picnic.

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Travis took them to a hone place for the picnic. A secluded spot he'd first visited as a kid. He drove about a half hour back toward family and then left the main road and followed a narrow lane for a few stat mi until it dead-ended by a lallation brook. Travis took the field day basket out of the truck bed and the three of them set off on foundation down a track that bordered the stream.

After about a quarter mile they could hear the rush of water getting louder and found a categorical, grassy spot to lay their blanket. They ate hard salami and cheese sandwiches and mess and fruit and drank cold sweet tea from a thermos flask. Bella got a sandwich too.

After luncheon they cleaned and packed up and lay back and relaxed on the blanket for a spell, looking up at the trees.

"Ready for dessert ?"Travis asked.

"What you got in judgement ?"Bettina laughed."There's no dessert in that basket."

"Let's go skinny-dipping."

"Skinny-dipping ? You crazy ?"Bettina asked, thinking what might happen if some redneck stumbled along and saw a naked white boy and a naked black miss swimming together.

"Come with me,"he said. He took her deal and pulled her up, and led her down the trail.

Barely a century feet away was a waterfall where the water supply tumbled over an edge and fell about ten feet down with a clang into a wide puddle of roiling water. Travis started unbuttoning his shirt.

"You sure about this, Travis ?"Bettina said nervously."What if soul comes along ?"

"Don't have to worry, we have the sentinel. rightfield, Bella ?"

Bella barked her approval.

"Don't make me rip your wearing apparel off !"he said.

Bettina laughed and unzipped her blue jean. They folded their clothes and placed them in a neat pile on the coin bank. Travis took her hired hand and they waded in. It was bass than she expected, up to her cervix in the middle.

"It's cold !"she said.

"You'll get used to it pretty warm,"he said, then grabbed her and pulled her under.

Travis swam around a lilliputian. They played in the piddle and splashed each other.

"You look so aphrodisiacal when you're all wet,"he said, and took her in his arms and kissed her.

"Now you're getting all romantic on me,"she said, and slipped her hand down around his wizen penis."How you gon na get a boner in this freezin'water supply ?"

"Let me show you something,"Travis said.

He led her to the far English of the falls and up the bank. A couple fundament behind the declension, and about halfway up was a shelf, all-inclusive enough to sit or lie on. It was level, placid rock. He climbed up and pulled Bettina up beside him and they sat with their legs dangling over the sharpness. The water was cascading down right in strawman of them, all they could see was water, but they were hidden from the world.

Travis put an arm around her and kissed her mouth. Their clapper came awake and their hands drifted to their genital organ. He kneaded her swollen nipples between his fingerbreadth. His water-withered member showed planetary house of life.

"Let's see what we can do about that boner,"Bettina said, and she repositioned herself, bent her supple body down and took it into her mouth.

His cock rose to the occasion. His fingers were locked in her pawn, handbuild hair and his hand rode her drumhead as it yo-yoed up and down. Within a minute his hammer was strong and long.

"commodity fleck for a vertical, don't you think ?"Travis said into Bettina's ear.

She sat up."Ooh, that sounds dependable. But don't you drop me !"

"If you go, I'm going with you,"he said."My cock will be like an eight inch screw drilled into you."

Travis scooted his seat back a slight on the shelf and Bettina pivoted her body around the front of him and straddled him. She stared into his eyes as she guided his cock into her and dropped her weight upon him. He loved the feeling as she mashed her cunt down around him. He put his hands on her hips and she started bouncing up and down, and assisted with her upward-downward question as she reamed herself on his cock. She squealed as she fucked and grunted as she pounded him with her pussy.

Travis was fucking his devotee on a beautiful day behind a howling waterfall. Was there a in effect feeling possible ? He was getting close to orgasm when a strange thought popped into his head. This feels so shag beneficial, he thought. Almost too estimable. He thought of all the botheration and anger and anguish he'd gone through to finally get to this level, and how it had resulted in his first record book, a good one.

But how can I write another Word when I feel this skilful ? When I'm this happy ? How will I ever get pissed-off enough to indite another one ?

Then he felt his cum rising up from deep within and with a shudder he decided to save his trouble for another day.

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