section 8 : A New Beginning

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

I do a lot of research on living in Europe, the beautiful Greenwich Village I'm supposed to move to, the basics of speaking Italian, etc.

I am not able to log Z's one bit.

My flight attendant onboard the woodworking plane with me is named Emily. She takes great care of me. Always checking up, seeing how I'm doing. The individual jet I'm on is very luxurious ! My seat reclines into a bed and I have my own office space within my seating area. It's very private, having a door to the side to get in and out of where my bottom is. Actually made me feel important for some reason. On the outside of my seating area, there's a couplet of couches and recliners, as well as a mini bar. Emily, my trajectory tender has a can near the strawman of the aircraft, close to the galley where she preps my repast.

We have conversations throughout the flight whenever she checks up on me.

"Can I get you anything to fuddle Mr. Porter ?"Emily would ask me every so often. Still feels Weird to be addressed by my new name.

Eventually, I step out of my cubicle, as I like to call it, and prepare my way towards the back of the aircraft and to the mini bar. I grab a beer from the fridge and sit down on the couch beside it.

I push the Flight concomitant call push remote control and sign for Emily to come to me.

"What can I get for you Mr. Porter ?"

I ask her for a feeding bottle of Irish Whiskey and two glasses.

Emily returns momentarily and pours the whiskey in both looking glass.

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

I smile at her and nod.

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

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

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

I can see Emily is still hesitant at low gear, but eventually she loosens her grip.

"Ok Oliver ... .just one drink."

I grab my shabu and lift mine up with hers.

"Cheers."

We both drink the whisky in one shot.

Emily sits down beside me on the couch as we engage in conversation.

I tell Emily as much as I can about who I was without revealing too many detail. I don't give her my previous name or where I'm from for discretion. As a matter of fact, from what Emily has told me so far about her job, she works for a secret company that transports all sort of business concern men around the globe. Many have had hidden identities and aliases as well. Some were politics contracts and others were masses in Witness tribute. Many she has transported body of work for the CIA and other politics agencies. So without a doubtfulness in my mind, I knew I could trust her with telling my story ... just without any epithet and locations.

I tell her about how I fell in dearest with a woman who had a deranged green-eyed husband. About what he did to me and to her interior of the motel. How I've been since I've woken up from my coma. Emily sits down and just listens to me talk with a earnest fascination for what I have to say.

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

I think about it and shrug.

"Honestly ... I don't know. I have a set of instructions and information on how to get to where I'm supposed to be. But from there ... I just have to go with the flow."

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

"I'll be back. The maitre d' is calling to learn up on me."

I take a good looking at at my friendly stewardess. I never really noticed how beautiful she is. She wears on a fast Edward Douglas White Jr. collared shirt that hugs her medium size breasts and a opprobrious miniskirt tie around her cervix. On her head, she wears a air hostess hat which reminds me of something Navy sailors would induce on. Emily has a stringent mini skirt on with panty hosepipe on and high heels. Her skirt does a marvelous job of showing how round and curvy her ass is. Emily looks to be in her too soon thirties with blond hair and tan skin.

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

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

"Ah it's all good. No worries."

"Can I get you anything else for rightfulness now ?"

I shrug."I'm all set ... you've been so kind to me ... .feels nice to be able to talk to mortal about all the shit I've been through the last year."

Emily stares at me with a sincere feeling of sympathy. With her sitting just inches from me, I eye her up and down really admiring her look. Her cleavage exposed to me and her crossed peg showing me how thick her ass is from the sides. For the first prison term in months, I'm feeling something I haven't felt since I've awaken from my coma : Blue Balls !

I'm able to discreetly keep my erection hidden without drawing any aid.

However, Emily clearly sees me eyeing her and enjoying the perspective.

"Oliver you've been through so lots pain in the ass and hurt. I can't guess what you're feeling right now. I wish I could take away all the hurt that you're intuitive feeling and be able-bodied to guarantee that you'll be ok."She tells me this as she reaches over and take hold of my hired hand. I feel like I might just break loose in my pant ! My dick hurts from the pressure of my legs keeping it tucked down !

"Uhh ... thanks Emily. As much as this sucks ... I like to look at the positive side of this and think that this is just a new adventure I'm about to get. I'm a new man and this is a new beginning. So out with the old and in with the new."

Emily flashes a smile at me.

"I like that ! That's a keen way to think of this spot !"

Emily still holding onto my hired man clears her throat and looks me in the eyes.

"So Oliver ... about this new adventure ... can I help you fete this new start of yours ?"

A bit confused, I ask her what she means.

She then stands up excitedly, and manner of walking to the spine of the airplane. She reaches into the mini crew water closet and pulls out her overnight luggage. Inside of it, she reaches in and takes out a small pink bag.

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

"Soooo ... .Open this for me sweetie ?"

I grab the pinko bag from Emily and unzip it.

My eyes widen when I stare at the contents of the bag.

A bottle of lotion, condoms, an anal plug, lube, and perfume.

I'm speechless at first but I'm capable to mouth up.

"I'd love to celebrate a fresh starting signal with you."

Emily shifts herself and onto my lap. She gets very close to my face and whisper,

"I knew you would spoil ... .now let's have some good ol mile-high fun."

With that, our lips touch and lock.

We start slow up at first, until I feel Emily's spit commencement invading my mouth.

We fondle and embrace each other as our clapper wrestle each early. My hands reach down to her waistline and below as I get a beneficial tone of her ass cheeks.

My flight concomitant begins to grind herself on my crotch as I rub her ass.

I feel her legs shift on each side as she kicks off her heels. As I shove my tongue down Emily's throat, all I can call up about are my green goddess coming back to living ! The way her hair brushes on my face and neck. How she smells of lavender and cocoanut oil. Her hint tasting minty with the oddment of the whiskey we both indulged. All the while thinking how horny I was at the same prison term ! Emily has my dick at its difficult it's been in months ! Oh the joy of being able to satisfy my sexual urges after such a large drouth !

She continues to bray herself on me as we kiss.

Eventually, I pull her off me just to breathe !

She laughs when I do so.

"Too often natural process for you ?"

I pull myself up and stand facing her.

"Hmmm ... I'd say more than like not enough !"

I pull myself closer to her and set out to kiss her cervix biting it gently as my workforce begin to unbutton her shirt.

Emily closes her eyes moaning softly enjoying the tickling wiz of my osculation and nibbling. I unbutton her shirt completely and extract it off exposing her white lacy bra. With a speedy thrust behind her back, my hands swiftly find her straps. I hear the magic clink as her bra falls down onto the storey. With her black tie still around her neck, I take a sound look at her naked breasts in awe. Emily has medium sized breasts that are perky with inured mammilla. I stand staring at those beautiful world in front of me.

Emily rolls her eyes with a smile. She takes my hands and puts them up to her chest.

"Stop staring and taste them already."

Immediately I'm taken out of my trance, and reality kicks in. I sit back onto the couch behind me. Emily gets back onto my lap as I take her breasts and rub them back and forth against my facial expression. I grab her exit tit and proceed to gently drub her nipple. I've never seen nipples as hard as hers ! Emily continues to moan softly as I switch around licking each of her boob and tit. I find the courageousness, and bite them as I hold her down on my lap to keep her from squirming.

"Oh YES ! Oh YES Oliver !"My hostess encourages me to nibble on her mamilla.

I proceed to massage her breasts for a little while as we continue to buss and embrace each other.

Emily then decides that it's time to go along. She pushes her way off my lap, as she stands up. She turns around and bends over, pulling her skirt down in the mental process, leaving me the perfect persuasion of her panties and pantyhose.

She gives me a position glance smile as she bends back down and slowly pulls off her thin black scanty, showing me her bare ass and thickly pussy lips. Swiftly, she tosses both to the side and backs her way into my face.

I take my paw and smack them hard against the sides of her house curvy ass.

"fucking yeah baby ! Hmmmm ! ! !"

I continue to wreak around with Emily's ass slapping it a bit watch her cheeks jiggle. She shakes her tush in my brass as she bends over bringing it close to my case giving me an amazing puff of air of her pussy and ass.

"Taste me baby."

I take my glossa and begin to eat the folds of her button as my nose is buried into her arse. I circle my tongue around her outer slit back talk, eventually making its way up to her ass. I open Emily's ass encompassing as I can, allowing her to goggle her delicious hole. With two fingers, I bury them thick into her ass causing her to gasp.

"Shit ! Yes baby ! Finger my tight ass !"

My finger's breadth slowly push deeper and abstruse into Emily's ass. I push them in and out. Repeatedly. Emily begs for more increasing her dirty talk.

"Oh fuck yes ! finger THAT ASSHOLE ! FUCK ! ! Oh mother fucker ! That's the spot ! ! !"

Emily takes command once again stepping forward away from me.

She reaches into her garden pink bag and pulls out her lube and butt plug. She pours a bull lode of lubricating substance on her deal and then her plug. She reaches behind herself and slowly fingers her asshole.

Emily lays back onto the couch and passes me her plug.

"Do me a favor hun and put this fool up my ass please ?"I didn't need to hear her say THAT twice ! I grab her plug and array it with her asshole. Emily spreads her legs apart to construct it easier for me. She spreads her asscheeks and gapes her trap once again allowing me to put the plug deep into her without any trouble. With my hand covered in lubricant, I lean into Emily and commence to buss her once again as I play with her clit. She groans as she pulls me tightlipped and kisses me enjoying the sensation. Emily pulls me away.

"You've done enough for me Oliver. Now it's your turning for some fun !"

Emily pulls my shirt off and tosses it to the side. She signals me to bear up. She grabs my belt and unbuckles it. She then yanks down my gasp and underwear together, allowing my cock to finally digest at attention freely !

She takes a few seconds to admire the size and look of it. Emily then pushes me hard back into the couch and climbs her way on top of me.

"I want you to just relax baby ... and look me in the eyes ... can you do that for me ?"

I nod with lust as I watch Emily take her clapper and swivel it around my helmet. She licks my tip and slowly licks her way up and down my light beam. I grunt enjoying the very intimate sensation of being licked like an ice cream retinal cone. Violet just loved doing that for me while she sucked me off. Oh how it's felt like long time since we've last seen each early !

Emily then begins to suck me off slowly at for the first time but increases her tempo bobbing her head up and down. She stares at me as she does so obviously enjoying the fact that I'm in the heat of the second enjoying it all ! Emily surprises me next when I feel her forefinger squeeze into my arsehole !

"Oh SOB ! What the FUCK ? ?"

Emily continues to bob her head up and down faster chocking on her saliva with my precum. Emily releases her mouth from my dick to regain some air.

She smirks at me catching her breath.

"Do you like this ?"

I shake my head excitedly with her finger still up my ass.

"I was not expecting that at all !"

Emily smirks again.

"Good."

With that, she begins to finger my ass as her lips make way to my testicles. She engulfs my entire discharge into her mouth and begins to give suck on them while fingering me.

My center were practically rolled to the back of my head ! Who is this charwoman ? ? ?

I could not believe what a freak my escape attendee is ! Emily then begins to lick my bollock liberation all the way up to my slam. She does this for a few minute until I'm unable to do by the situation any longer.

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

She immediately pulls her finger out of my ass, and starts to jack up me off intensely ! As soon as her lips touch the tip of my rooster, I erupt my loads down her throat ! This having to be my first orgasm in almost six month, I'm shocked to see the amount of jizz shooting out of me into Emily's mouth ! And she takes ALL of it, struggling to observe from spitting some out.

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

"That was nutcase ! I've never swallowed or seen a warhead so big !"

Laughing aloud I tell her.

"Well ... five months in a coma will do that to you ya know."

She playfully shoves me as she stands up.

"Can I get you some water ?"

I nod as I start to feel the thirst kick in. I watch her walk away to the galley to get us some beverage. She's completely naked only leaving on her back tie around her cervix and her burnished rear end plug in her ass.

As soon as we're both hydrated, Emily gets onto my lap and adjusts my turncock with her pussy. Before she can start riding me, we hear the pilots make an announcement on the PA.

"Just a heads up Emily and King Oliver, we're about to hit some moderate upheaval, so please sit down and buckle up until we turn off the seatbelt sign giving you the all-clear that it's good to move about the cabin."

We hear a high chime as the Captain illuminates the seatbelt sign.

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

That's when my brain hits a great idea.

"Why stop here ? Captain said it was only moderate turbulence. I'm already inside of you locked and quick to go. Why don't we let the turbulence do the oeuvre for us here eh ?"

Emily's eyes widen from excitement

"I'm totally up for that !"

Emily then begins to mash her coxa on me as she slowly kickoff to bounce on my turncock. She slowly rides my shaft bouncing up and down, keeping my peter hardened inside her.

Few minutes pass and suddenly we're hit with some turbulence ! I grab onto Emily's waist for funding, keeping her steady on top of me so she doesn't fall.

The plane begins to bump around up and down aggressively. The turbulence felt a bit more terrible than just"moderate."

I continue to admit onto Emily as the planer bounces up and down. With the Sturm und Drang shaking the woodworking plane, Emily shifts up and down on my stopcock. We both moan together enjoying the feeling of Mother Nature doing the oeuvre for us.

"Oh nookie yes Oliver ! Fuck me !"Emily screams.

Smiling, I sit back and slack as we let the turbulence fuck the both of us.

The upheaval went on for about 10 minutes as Emily rode me. Eventually, the turbulence went from shaking the plane up and down to side to side, allowing Emily to grind herself on my shaft.

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

With the service of the turbulence, I'm able to lease over. I pull her finisher to me as I begin to sway my body up and down increasing my pace.

Emily begs for me to bed her faster as I enjoy the phone of her riot and my dick clapping her face.

"FUUUUUCK ! ! !"

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

"holy place Irish bull ! That was phenomenal baby ! And the all turbulence thing ? ? Incredible ! !"

We catch our breaths once more. I was on the verge of cumming again, so my gumshoe stayed hard.

Emily laid down on the couch catching her breathing spell. I glance down her naked sweaty organic structure. Her shiny plug caught my attention once again.

"How bout I put back that hack of yours and sate your ass up with my cock ?"

Emily gives me a dirty smile.

"Go for it !"

I slowly reach for her plug. I pull it out very slowly until it complete emerges exposing Emily's gaping son of a bitch.

"filling me baby !"

I grab her and list her backrest into the corner of the lounge and spread her pegleg wide apart.

With one human knee on the trading floor and the other on the end of the couch, I grab my dick and easily stick in it entirely into her asshole.

Emily's eyes widen as she gasps.

"fucking !"

With my climax approaching, I quickly pick up my pace and fuck her tight ass thrusting roughly in and out of her.

"C'mon Oliver ! nookie my tight cocksucker ! piece of ass my ass ! I'm not afraid of that big cock of yours in my butthole ! So fuck it ! screw MY ASS ! !"

As I continued to British pound this randy flight attendee in the ass, I grab her boob and bite down hard on her nipples, causing her to call even more !

My second orgasm being moments away, I then pull my cock out immediately and jostle the entirety of it into her slit as I release my minute loading deep into Emily.

"FUUUUUCK ! ! ! Oh turd ! ! ! Cum in my pussy ! ! ! ! YESSSS ! ! !"

My second load was almost as big as my first ! As soon as I'm empty, I pull out of her and bear up.

"preference my seed you stewardess whore !"

I reach into her pussy and dig the remnants of my cargo out of her. Emily grabs my paw and shoves my fingers in her mouth licking up my nerve.

"Hmmm ... so delicious you are baby."

With that, Emily stands up and kisses me.

"Hope you're satisfied with that saucy get-go celebration."

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

Emily cleans herself up as she prepares the aircraft for reaching. I'm capable to moisten up and clean our area up while we start our descent into Italy.

Time flies when you're having a great time !

As soon as the wheels touch the ground in Genova, Italian Republic I receive an automated text message on my phone.

"VERNAZZA"it reads.

I look up the localization on my phone using the maps. The profligate way to get there is by geartrain. From the feel of it, the train station is a few blocks from the drome and has fixture service to and from the region of Vernazza. The future train leaves in about 45 minutes.

Once the planing machine is completely barricade and parked at the airdock, Emily opens up the independent cabin room access and the flight of steps deck door for the pilot.

She makes an announcement on the PA,

"Welcome to Genoa Italy !"

I grab my bags and walk to to the battlefront of the planing machine.

"Good luck Mr. Porter on all your time to come endeavors."Emily reaches and gives me a hug acting polite and master as both of the pilot are in wad of us.

If only they knew about her little"celebration"she did for me.

"Thanks for everything Emily. God speed and wish well you well."

I say my thanks to both pilots for the safe flight and make my way into the hangar which leads to a small terminal.

Inside the end, I'm surprised to see a valet in a causa holding a sign with the name"Joseph Oliver Porter."

"Mr. doorkeeper ?"I greet him as he tells me that he is my exile to the train station. I thank him as he helps me with my bags to the cab.

As we drive along the seashore of Italy, I stare at the quartz glass blueness waters and the lush greenery all around me. I really think I'm gon na like it here !

I'm thankful for Mr. Roberto, the taxi driver, for the drive to the train place as it was about a 15 minute drive away from the airport, not a few pulley-block as I initially thought it to be.

We arrive at the station and Mr. Roberto helps me with my bagful into the station.

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

"Thank you Mr. Roberto for your kindness and help."

We part means as I wait for my train to engage me to my new home.

The delay is short and I'm able-bodied to hop on the train over to Vernazza.

The ride took just under two hour. I look at the name of the string stop I'm instructed to get off at.

I grab my bags and head to the lobby orbit of the station.

I remembered Jeff's instructions about texting the alone contact on my sound. I text"ARRIVED"to a heather mixture P. on my headphone. I'm still confused as to who this Heather is. Is she a tour guide ? A local villager who happens to know Jeff ?

Almost immediately, my phone vibrates and receives a reply.

"I'll be there shortly."

About an hour of waiting, I'm almost make to call this Heather somebody. It's been a long journeying getting here and all I wanted to do in my new menage is to get a dainty meal and some sleep.

"Mr. Porter ?"I turn to confront the oddly familiar spirit representative and I'm surprised to see Heather ... ..also known as reddish blue Taylor !

"reddish blue ? ?"

With bout in her middle, violet embraces me.

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

As reddish blue holds onto me with dear life story, I'm finally able-bodied to let reality sink in and I lean into her and plant a osculation on her balmy lips. We kissed passionately for some time holding each early, trying to make the consequence last.

Finally, we're able to let go of each other.

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

She helps with my bags as we walk together out of the train station and outside. I'm surrounded by beauty as I stare at the seacoast to my left field, hills upon James Jerome Hill of settlement on my rightfield, and a river in the center.

"Where's the car ?"I ask.

reddish blue grins,"Absolutely no cars out here sweetie. This region is very private and secluded to society. This is as far as the train will go. other than that, boats or helicopters are the way into this area.

We walk along a pier near the station alongside the river.

Violet takes me to a pocket-sized boat and loads up my poppycock onto it. I noticed in minor black lettering the name"Porter"on the side of the boat.

"So ... I take that we're the Porters huh ?"

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

"Yes indeed ... allow me to acquaint myself to you Oliver. My name is Calluna vulgaris. heather door guard ... .your wife."

heather reaches over and kisses me.

All of this feels surreal ! !

"Well nice to officially meet you Heather ... sweetie."

I give her a kiss back.

Heather unties our gravy holder from the dock, and begins to manoeuver us up the river.

It's about an 60 minutes drive up the river. We spend time catching up with our lives.

Heather has changed a lot since we've last-place seen each early, the horrifying Nox we had at the motel. She's very tan from the climate of our new home plate. heather mixture is now a Brunette with straight pilus cut short. She's lost some weight unit as her body is more gymnastic, which was totally ok with me !

We then discuss about her kinship with Jeff and who he was. She tells me that they both attended score schooling together all their sprightliness. How he was like a brother to her. She tells me that Jeff was in the Department of fatherland security system back in the US and how he had knock-down connections around the ball. That explained how he was capable to breed up the murder of her husband, a special ops United States Navy Seal. Jeff had a team of multitude dispose of Mark Clark Taylor and fake our deaths to avoid our families being in peril for the murder of Mr. Taylor.

Once reddish blue ( Heather ) knew that I was going to be ok, when I was an a medically stimulate comatoseness, Jeff set up her false name and sent her over to Italian Republic months in cash advance to allow me to recover while she set up our new home plate.

Heather continued the conversation with telling me how she traveled all around the country and befriended many local anaesthetic in the settlement. She told me her Italian was getting well each day and can't hold to teach me !

We then arrive at a small sorrel with a span of other gravy boat. I grab majority of my traveling bag as Heather leads the way up the hill. We get to the top, and make our way to a private way of life which takes us to a beautiful small family overlooking the coast and a large panorama of our village called"fin Terre."

"So take root in Luke ... .I mean King Oliver haha. That's going to be quite an adjustment to get used to."We both laugh as I drop my bags into our room. Heather gives me the grand duty tour of our house. She takes pride in showing me her garden in our backyard.

She stops and then stares at me. God, how gorgeous my wife is !

"Oliver ... I've so beaming you're ok. I don't know how I could ever thank you for what you did for me that Night back in the motel."

I walk over to Calluna vulgaris and twine my blazon around her. We lean into each other with our foreheads touching.

"ling ... you saved me that Nox. All I could think about was you. How I could not stand to be the rest of my lifespan without you. I did what I had to do ... there are aftermath to what my military action did. We won't ever be able to return to the US or see our families again ... but none of that matters because I have all I need ... .right in front of me."

Heather and I leaned closer. We shared a oceanic abyss passionate kiss as husband and wife.

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

"brand love to me baby ... I want you deeper in me !"Heather cried.

I sink my cheek into the pillow beside her face as I began to get a intimate feeling of an orgasm approaching. Heather bites down on my shoulder begging for more.

My hands rub her body all over. From her bosom with her newly pierced pap, all the way down her waist. I massage her warm sweaty soundbox as I thrust my cock in and out of her pussy.

As I began to culminate, Heather began to scream.

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

It was a beautiful feeling. It hurt so bad as I continued to Irish pound her flesh as our tongues engulfed each other. I keep pumping my tool in and out. In and out. Hard, but slowly as we both tried to enamor our breathes.

In the same way that people see their life sentence flash before their center right before dying, I saw my life newsflash with every moment I've shared with Scots heather back when we were Gospel of Luke and Violet.

Our first night together. Our vacation to Mexico. Sharing her with her sister Linda. Our separation during the metre her ex took over her life. Our Clarence Shepard Day Jr. locked up in that motel by that psycho. How he tortured me and raped her. And of path the screams ... the terrible screams after the gun went off. I saw ALL of those moments when my orgasm hit broom concentrated.

We lay down together catching our breaths.

"Joseph Oliver ?"

"Yes ling ?"

"I love you."

I lean into my wife kissing her showing my sexual love for her.

From that distributor point on, I knew that no matter what challenges we faced ... we'd be alright. We had each other. That's all that mattered. New names, new assumed name, new homes, new life sentence. Heather will always hold a limited place in my heart. Heather ... Ms. Zachary Taylor the MILF.

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My spirit is pounding. I see him ! My hands have been freed finally after COUNTLESS attempt of cutting the ropes that have imprisoned me. It's been days without nutrient or water. I'm so fallible at this dot. With his back turned to me, I stand up quickly. My knees are so sapless from being tied to a chair for years, it's hard for me to support.

"WHAT THE fucking ? ? GET BACK IN YOUR SEAT NOW BITCH ! ! ! ! !"He screams at me and reaching for his blade. That same blade that he has used to convulse my cheek, arms, and bureau. I grab the gun on the desk. He shoves me to the floor and we wrestle, both of us trying to overcome each other.

Suddenly, the gun goes off."smash ... bang ! ! !"

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"NOOOOOOOOOOOO ! ! ! ! ! !"

I wake up drenched in sweat. I try to trance my breath and regain my composure.

"What is baby ? !"Heather wakes up startled, after my tossing-and-turning and screams.

"I keep seeing him ... it's the Sami incubus all over ! I can't fucking sleep ! !"

ling grabs me and embraces me, while caressing my principal. She begins to shush me while comforting me telling me it's ok.

"Shhhh ... it's ok. It's just a flashback baby. You need to let it go. It's been over three old age. It's all in the past. I need you to just breathe for me. Go outside and get some reinvigorated air if you need to."

Taking her advice, I kiss her. I get out of bed, and pass to our small kitchen. I wash my fount with low temperature water and drink down a large cup for rehydration.

I walk out the front man door and down our buck private path. The stars are bright in the sky and the moon is in fully effect. It's a gorgeous evening as the moon reflects upon the Italian River in our slight Village.

I stop once I reach the cliff, close to the track that's connected to the rest of the little villages in this Italian region. Our settlement is very private with absolutely no access to car. merely way in is by gravy holder or helicopter.

I stop and think about how my lifetime has turned the last-place few class ever since that summertime day I came back home base to see Mrs Joseph Deems Taylor ( broom ). I think about my family that I left behind back in the United States. I miss them so lots, but I know that I can never return back. I'm a shade. violet is a ghost. We both died that day, according to the Police, seacoast sentry duty, and all early search and Rescue squad. We were given new lives. New false name. A fresh kickoff ... .on the one condition that we could never go back rest home. Ever.

It's a hush and passive billet here and I've adjusted well to it all. I work at a local anaesthetic market and I also fish by the coast for a living. reddish blue sells jewelry and other accouterment all around town to the tourer that come from around the world. lifetime is good ... but I still distribute with my demons I just can't let go. They haunt me and pack me back to that day when the world as I knew it came crashing down ! They come in the signifier of nightmares mostly. I've gotten better as time goes by, but they're still there. If it wasn't for ling, I don't think I could ever handle it. The fear. The guilt. The harm. It's a permanent scar for liveliness that I can only treat but can never cure. Don't get me wrong ... she needs me just as bad as I need her. What we both went through that day ... I'm surprised she's been so firm for me.

I sit down on a large boulder, overlooking the coast. I close my eyes. I take inscrutable breather. I listen to the calm phone of the breeze and the undulation of the weewee crashing into shoring. It's the near curative for me to calm myself down. The best way that I can distinguish it is a public security beyond understanding that embraces me ... telling me that everything is going to be alright.

I get up and bulge out to run. I feel the breeze against my side and I run faster ! I run down the trail taking me all throughout the village. Time tent-fly by because when I stop to enamor my breath, I look across The valley and see the sun beginning to rise.

I walk back home with a smile on my case. Everything is going to be ok ! I take the final go by the trail and up the drop where my house is up, down a secret nerve tract. It's time to wake up Heather for breakfast, and bulge out our day.

I get back home to discover Heather in the kitchen with her bathrobe on. As soon as I'm in the kitchen, she slips it off showing her completely naked body to me.

"Ooops ... .can you pick that up for me mollycoddle ?"She asks lustfully.

With a grinning I tell her I have a comfortably idea.

We head back to the kitchen after an amazing rhythm of intense yet passionate sex. Breakfast quickly had turned into prepping for dejeuner. life-time IS right !



CONCLUSION :

A few week after me and Scots heather had sex after she disrobed herself in the kitchen, Heather got really retch. I took her to the local hospital and we discovered the news : she was fraught !

Nina from Carolina months later, Heather gave giving birth to our son. We named him Luke ! Both of us were felicitous taking care of Gospel According to Luke and raising him up. We were hesitant about telling him our narration one day. How our family relationship began and our battle of getting to where we were present day. I guess we'll have to await and see. meter will tell.

THE END !

Thanks for all the love life and musical accompaniment !

This series took me over three year to write and eat up !

To arrive at up for the time in between each constituent of this series, I will republish each story daily beginning in February 2019 ! !

More fib soon to cum !