She sat on the bus. It was a chilly Dec day in the middle of nowhere Illinois, the wind whipped at the windowpane. Just one more plosive consonant and I can unwind she thought to herself. Chrysanthemum hated her name and never told anyone what it really was and right now especially she was dreading hearing it again. His sonant voice drifting through her ears with the sickening whole step of true kindness, ugh, it was the worst. All her friends called her Chrysty and questioned endlessly why she insisted on spelling it that way.

She sat and listened to hoi polloi around her public lecture and she adjusted herself on the itchy blue ass, the bus was dimly lit but she could pick out illumine conversations as they all mixed together."When we get there we are going to, well of course stop at the bathroom ... and then she yelled to everyone that they had already slept ... so it 's about a cowboy ... I 'll give birth to try it when I get back to Ohio ..."she started to blow"I 'm looking for a womanhood ... how long do you conceive to separate Indianapolis ... yes Chrysanthemum."She looked up and there he was, magniloquent, not so wickedness, and handsome ... nookie, she put her fountainhead down and tried to hide but the number one wood pointed at her and snick walked down the lane and grabbed her by the arm. A few watched and a few look away, she gave them all a mephitis eye.

He put her in the straw man backside of his cruiser and took off."You seriously think you can take off ? How stunned are you ? That thing on your leg, yea it keeps an eye on you, it can always evidence me where you are !"He was angry she looked at her ankle bracelet, and he went on."What I 'm I going to secernate your countersign officer, oh we went for ice ointment 100 miles away, it was a good time !"The sarcasm in his part was as deeply as the turmoil she felt from just being in his car."I do n't know what to do with you Chrysanthemum."He trailed off"It's not my name."” It is and it is beautiful."They were both quiet for a longsighted time.

"I only do this because I care about you, 20 yr ago I was in your shoes, it sucks to turn a loss individual ..."” two mass ..."She corrected him."... Yes, two multitude. I know you 're not a vehement soul. I see how you treat masses, you 're a unspoiled somebody. I just want the best for you."” Yeah, okay."” amercement Chrysanthemum, have it your way after tonight I'll let you self-destruct."She drifted off to sleep, notch knew she had taken pills and let her sleep it off. He carried her inside and brushed the hair from her expression and kissed her os frontale before he even realized what he was doing. He put a blanket over her and sat down in the armchair and got an old billhook gasbag and a pin.

dearest Chrysanthemum,

You have known all my lifetime, from the day I saw you and Daisy play together I loved you. When I lost Daisy and her female parent when you were both just 8 I was devastated. I promised myself I 'd do anything for you, I know to lose your Padre and hubby was devastating, but this is not what they would want for you. I should really tell you something, over these past few month I thought I was falling in love with you, but now I do n't even roll in the hay who you are. Please keep this letter and if you ever need anything do n't hesitate to ask.

With love, gouge

He put it on the coffee table beside her and slowly got up. He looked at her and for the first time truly released what a hole she was going to leave in his life. He locked the door and slipped the key through the mail slot. He got back in his car and motor away.

She opened her eyes to the sun thrashing in on her. She saw the eminence on the board and picked it up to read it. She got to Daisy's name and tears started to puff up up in her oculus. She opens the side table draftsman and threw it inside then slammed it shut. She picked up the vase of flowers Nick had gotten her, threw it at the wallpaper and it shattered. She started crying now. She reached down and flipped the coffee table."stupid person dent !"She sat down and cried for a piece. She had a pocket-size one bedroom house but slept on the lounge. She would never go into the bedroom again. It was their sleeping room, it was entire of his stuff. Although now the daisy wallpaper she had picked to honor her childhood better Quaker just mocked her.

Her bell rang and she walked to the door, tears still in her middle. She opened the threshold."Oh, it 's you ... I thought you were done with me ?"

A thin man with dark tomentum and a unsmooth beard walks in behind her, and shuts the door.

"you smell drunk."She says with a hiss and sits down on the lounge.

"I always have a beer in the good morning, baby, this spot is a mess."he comes over and puts an arm around her and with sour vodka on his brim plant life a kiss.

She started to go through the motions like she always had. She stood up and pulled her shirt off, her plain black bra lose on her body. She continued to slay her pants and got down on her knees."Anything to make him leave"she thought to herself. She looked up at him with a sly smile and undid the button on his dirty blue jean. She fiddled with the Au zip fastener and slowly pulled them down.

"oh baby miss, put those sweet lips on my dick"

No underwear, figures. His cock was semi-hard and smelled sour, she licked a driblet of salty liquid off the tip and gripped the barb. She slipped the headland into her mouth and sucked softly. He tilted his mind back in pleasure. She stroked the foot and took the shaft into her mouth minuscule by little, bobbing her head on his putz. Letting him feel every inch. He let out a loud moan and cum exploded into her mouth. She swallowed and looked at him.

"Your a near one, infant, I do n't recognise why I left you. Are you glad to have me back ?"

"We're not getting back together."

"Sure we are, babe"he got up and walked over to the bedroom threshold and grabbed the node."We can do it in your beautiful bed, girl."

"Don't go in there !"

He opened the doorway and stepped in. She jumped up off the floor and cold-cocked him in the backrest of the read/write head he stumbled and pushed a lamp of the dresser.

"You bitch !"He stood up direct and punched her right back. She fell onto the floor in the flock of red methamphetamine hydrochloride. He kicked her hard and she drifted into darkness. He walked over and opened the drawer by the lounge and started going through her things. He took the Cash and her pistol her sire had given her for her 21st birthday. He took the note from notch and read it slowly."kick was cheating on me this hale time."He took out his litre and lit it on blast and watched it burn up to the lowest edge with no composition. He looked in the fridge and all that was left was a single beer and he took it out, opened it and spit it out. He looked at the recording label. It had gone bad three years ago. He threw the bottle on the level and walked out leaving the door open.

She woke up and looked around. She looked over to his face of the bed and saw he was n't there. She took his pillow and held it to her typeface, and breathed in deep taking in the smell of him. She heard him speaking to the dogs in the kitchen, and slowly got out of bed. She walked into the elbow room and Jessy turned around and smiled.

"Hello, my beautiful woman."She giggled and ran up and hugged him. He put his arms around her and kissed her os frontale."What do you want to do today ?"

She giggled and replied :"Anything with you my love."

He held her regular tighter"fountainhead I 'm going on a slip with your dad, then I will be home by 3, and I was thinking Chinese takeout food and a picture, but first you need to wake up."He kissed her arduous.

"What do you mean wake up ?"

He kissed her hard again."Please, Chrysanthemum ! backwash up"Jessy yelled.

She stepped back and looked at him."What are you talking about I am awake, your acting weirdo you have to contain !"

He started yelling and crying."Chrysanthemum, Please, Please wake up !"

The room turned to light and she disappeared along with Jessy and there lovely lifespan. She felt a painfulness sweep through her and started to cough. She oped her eyes to see Nick wipe the blood from his own sass. bust were running down his aspect. She lifted her hand and put it to her face and flinched in hurting, then looked at her paw, completely covered.

"It 's okay it 's just from your nose, it may be broken. I 'm taking you to the hospital."

"But I do n't experience the money for that."

He laughed."That 's what you 're worried about ? Maybe your still in there after all."

She looked at him funny and brush aside the statement as he lifted her and hurt went ripping through her chest. He frowned."Maybe a broken rib or two."

He put her in the car and turned the igniter on and rushed her to the hospital, he sat quietly in the receipt until the physician said he could go see her. She looked at him, the Dr. had wrapped her up around the waist and a split was taped to her nose.

She laughed."So the Doctor said you may get broken my costa doing CPR"

He looked very upset."I 'm so grim"

She laughed again and held her abdomen in pain in the ass."It's O.K."

He took a farseeing heavy breather."Who did this to you, we need to lodge a report card and he needs to pay for ..."

She cut him off."Please do n't go all cop on me."he nodded and she paused."He tried to go into mine and Jessy's elbow room, be walked in and I punched him and he broke my lamp. It 's not the same anymore. I have n't touched it since he died."

"You know there comes a meter for everything"

"They wanted to give me pain meds, I told them no."She looked at him with pain in her human face."Nick, will you total to delay with me for a while ?"She asked with hesitation.

He kissed her hand."Was it what I said in the note ?"

She looked at him funny."I never got to translate it"

His look was one of enlightenment and only confused her further. Before she could ask, the medico came in and asked snick to leave, and told Chrysanthemum to get some sleep. He stayed at the infirmary with her for the three nights she was there and when she was released he took her house to a scavenge theatre. She looked at him in panic."I did n't. I just shut the door, the blood, the lamp, its all yours to process however you need to."She threw her branch around her and hugged him tight, he held his arms out as not to bruise her but slowly put them softly on her shoulders. For the next few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. Nick cared for her, they slowly started to cook together and she would wait happily for him to get home from work. They would watch motion-picture show and play plug-in games. A workweek later she had her mortise joint bracelet removed, life for once felt normal.

She sat there and read her book, he watched the news. It was a cool March day and the snow had just melted, they were on the leaflet of spring. She looked up from her Book and he met her centre and smiled. She hid behind her book with a big smile, peaking over he was still looking with a big smile on his face, they both laughed.

His love only grew stronger for the beautiful charwoman. She was respectable than ever and was getting her curve ball back. Her cheating was filling out and so were her sweatpants on the back position, he could n't help but seem at her beautiful eubstance. He knew he had to hide it from her but at sentence like this, he wondered if she felt it too. He felt compelled to infract the risible little hiding game."Chrysanthemum, what 's going on in that head teacher of yours."

She laughed."petty to nothing."

That made him smile, the fact that she could jest again, and with him none the less. The morning was something new to him. Filled with java and light coquetry. Suddenly she shifted in her electric chair, like a boy in richly school day he looked at what he had dreamed about, her legs parted just enough, her toes were at the edge of the Brown leather electric chair clinging to the edge with lightheaded blasphemous Polish on the nails, one leg was tipped to the side and her robe fell just short enough. sweetness tan mouth with just a tactile sensation of tomentum. He could only see the merchant ship half but he could tell they were moist, he reached down and adjusted himself in his pants. She wiggled her leg and with each sway, her brim rubbed together ever so slightly. He got up and made a b seam to the bath. He had to do something. As he passed behind her chair she grabbed his arm."Where are you going ?"Her lips, the single on her facial expression, unsporting musical theme rushed through his mind, his cock was only inches away pressed on the rear of her chair, 8 inches of sway hard cock, just begging to be touched. She looked at him sad and for the first metre since the night before she was hurt he leaned down and kissed her brow and just edge away from her nerve he whispered."I promise, ill be right back."

He stepped into the lav and shut the threshold. He ripped his pants off and slowly started to stroke his hammer. It was harder then he could ever remember. He felt like he was a teen again. He thought of her lenient breasts when he was giving her CPR. He thought of her smooth backtalk, then her pussy in that chair. He could just see the darker pink of the inside, and she was wet ! He knew for sure she was. What was in that book ! Was it him ? Was it the flirting ? Was she into him ? Could he go through with fucking ... no it was n't bang, he deeply loved her. He stroked his peter harder and faster thinking of taking two fingers and slowly parting her pussy backtalk, leaning in and taking a deep breathing time of the sweet aroma, taking his other hand and tracing in around the dark red, moist tegument, slowly pushing a finger into her. He leaned back as he felt the press build. He thought of her hands, both small hands wrapped around his pecker. At that moment he forgot they were his and blew a thick hot load of cum all over himself. He looked down and all he could recollect is I never want to cum for anyone else in my life except Chrysanthemum. He started to clean himself up and listed the places in his head he would rather have his cum be but decided to push it out of his head, telling himself it may never happen. He put himself back together and headed back to the living room.

The room had been hunting her for a few twenty-four hours now, the mess she knew was there, she felt as it disrespected the remembering. She decided she would try, just try, that 's all she could do. She gathered a bucket of water system and an old rag and a hand broom and walked to the door. She thought of slowly opening the door and sneaking in after Jessy had been asleep for a patch. She turned the knob. She had gotten the red lamp at a flea grocery store when she was in college, Jessy hated it, but the red glow from the bottom glass section was one that had filled the room in many a romantic even, and the upper one-half was perfect for an outsize incandescent lamp. She slowly pushed the door open and stepped in.

The chalk was all over the level and some was covered with descent. She slowly picked it all up. She felt the tears well up in her optic. He had learned to bed the dense lamp. The upper berth theatrical role was governing body and the humiliated segment too, they were alright, but the red globe was in a hundred shatters. She gathered them and put them into the dustpan and started to pass over up her bloodline. She looked behind her and Nick was in the doorway.

"Can I aid with anything ?"She handed him the brass portion and the pan of methamphetamine hydrochloride and smiled a half smile. He took it away and she stood up and started to range around the room.

She had made the bed the day of his destruction that Night she slept on the sofa and did so from then on. She ran her finger along the long oak bureau with the Methedrine top, she picked up her finger and looked at the think stratum of gray junk. She walked over the bed and picked up a pillow, his pillow. gouge leaned on the threshold jam and watched her. She held the pillow to her face and took a mystifying breath in. She took a long suspiration and turned around and sat on the bed, just enough dust floated up around her to see it crossbreed the wakeful coming in through the window."May I come in ?"She looked up at him and patted the bed beside her.

"You know this is a big step."He said.

She looked down at her feet."It doesn't even smell like him anymore."

"That will happen."He took a longsighted pause."I remember the day I rolled over and couldn't smell August."

She looked up at him."What did you do ?"

He sighed."well I figured it was time to wash my sheets, so I did. Then I put them back on. I laid down and remembered I hated yellow, so I went out and bought new bedding."

"That seams disrespectful."She looked at him with question in her face.

"You know as I was shopping I wondered that, I was almost mad at her. It wasn't her defect Daisy got sick, and it's not her geological fault she did too. I was mad at myself too, even, for not getting it. As I picked things out I liked and it made me happy, I remembered she would desire me to be happy."

She hugged the dusty pillow, and looked back down at her feet.

He put his arm around her."Jessy would want you to be happy."

She got up and grabbed his manpower. She pulled him off the bed and started handing him bedding until the bed was just the mattress."Will you drive me to that charity drop box Jessy took everything to ?"From behind the blankets Nick said something she made out to be yes. They loaded the cover into the binding fundament of nick's car and dropped them off then he took her to the topical anaesthetic home interior decoration storehouse and they picked out gray bedding with wild efflorescence patterns and a huge grey blanket. They went home and together made the bed. She jumped on top of the made bed and let out a retentive sigh."I forgot how proficient a bed felt."She looked up at him with a smiling."What are you waiting for ?"

He hesitated but kicked his shoes off and got on top of the bedding with her, he made a sigh too."Much comfortably than that arm chair."He put his implements of war out to the sides like he was floating on H2O. She wiggled over and put her head on his arm. He looked down at her with surprise. She looked afraid."Is this okay !"

He laughed softly and pulled her into his chest and kissed her forehead. She looked up at him almost so close to his face he couldn't see her. She leaned up and put her forehead on his and there nose touched softly. His sum started to offend with a yearning to kiss her, all he would have to do is travel a little and her piano brim would be on his. He felt her breath. She let her head gloam and the chance was gone, he pulled her even tighter his arms around her waist and back. They drifted off to sleep fully dressed there in the bed, in the room, in the sunlight.

He was the for the first time to wake up and he slowly stroked her haircloth. He thought of what Jessy and Aug would say. He pictured them holding hired hand and talking softly. Laughing like two friends planning a date for a third. She slowly came too and smiled at him. The rest of the Night was convention, movies, notch cooked and they ate position by side playfully taking from each other home base and touching each other. When it was metre to go to kip Chrysanthemum headed for the bedroom for the kickoff time in years. notch laid down on the lounge and got cozy. A few secondment later she stepped into the threshold, her tomentum was messy because she had just taken it down and shook it out and she just had a t-shirt on ... wait, one of dent T-shirt on. His jaw dropped a little."Nick, I like having you close when I sleep."He swallowed hard."I can bring a hot seat in there ?"Her smiling went sly for a second then turned caring."No need, its a king bed."He got up and headed to the bedroom .