Note : This is a work of fiction, events and characters are a mathematical product of generator 's imagination. The lonesome two lineament who have sex are over 20 years of age.

FOR C.J.

Early on Tuesday morning, Dillon's electric cell speech sound rang and woke him out of a dead sopor. It was too too soon to ask a call, and way too early for the rude awakening his ringtone was blaring from the nightstand next to his bed : The intro of Won't Get Fooled Again by The Who. No one in their redress mind calls this early. Why didn't I turn this darn earphone off finale night ?, he wondered. But he was peculiar and looked at the phone. The call was coming from a number he recognized. It was the landline in the house where he grew up. So he answered.

"Hi, Mom,"he said into the speech sound. He knew his father would never call him unless he suspected him of stealing his golf clubs.

"commodity morning, beloved,"his female parent said.

"Kind of early, Mom, isn't it ? What's up ?"

"I know love, but I have to go out for work soon. And I thought you'd want to know."

Dillon sat up in bed."What ? What happened ?"

"C.J. died."

Dillon's heart sank. He and his female parent sat in telephone silence for a hanker moment. Finally, he asked,"When ?"

"Late yesterday. The ambulance came and got him. He died on the way to the hospital."

Another extensive pause.

"poor Katy,"he said, and exhaled as bust formed in his eyes."Have you spoken to her ?"

"Not yet,"Tanya said."Millie called and told me."Millie was the neighborhood quidnunc and knew everyone's business.

"poor Katy,"he repeated.

"Anyway, I'm sorry to deliver the news, but I knew you'd want to know."

"Yes, Mom, Thank You. And please find out the funeral arrangements and let me know as soon as you can."

"I will. What are you going to do ?"

"I'm coming back for it."

"Are you sure that's the correct matter to do ?"

"It's the lone matter to do. I have to."

-- --

Dillon grew up in a small-scale, split-level house in a suburban, middle-class vicinity. Just him, his Sister Irene, who was two eld unseasoned, and his parents, Tanya and Miles. The schoolbook nuclear family. His parents still lived there. Dillon now lived in a Ithiel Town three hundred Roman mile from there. He had moved away several geezerhood before under somewhat of a swarm. He thought it was the properly thing to do at the clock time, considering the circumstances he faced. He thought if he moved away, someplace where cypher knew him, he could pass his days living his life instead of trying to survive his past.

When Dillon was a boy, a immature twain moved in next door to them. The new neighbour, Katy and Cliff, were young marrieds in their twenties, and despite the fact that they were nine or ten geezerhood younger than his parents, they all soon became good neighbor and friends. And Dillon liked his new neighbour almost instantly. Because of Lady.

lady was a striking, beautiful white German sheepherder. Katy and Cliff had found the dog on the position of a route, injured, bleeding, evidently hit by a car. They rescued her and took her to a vet. They got her patched up, and took her dwelling house to cure. They ran ads for weeks, trying to chance Lady's owner. No response. They were okay with that. By then, they loved ma'am, and Lady loved them.

Dillon fell in honey with Lady. She was the dog he'd always wished he'd had. He walked her, he hugged her, he rubbed her belly, and he played with her. He must receive thrown her soggy tennis balls a million times, and she happily ran them down and returned them to him, and softly dropped them at his feet.

Dillon became the next-door-neighbor-all-around helper to Katy and Cliff. He tended to ma'am of course, but also took upkeep of many former job to make a little money. He helped in the yard, weeded their garden, cleaned the deck, shoveled their driveway when it snowed, fed their fish when they were away, among other things. cliff traveled for his job, so oftentimes Katy was alone during the calendar week and Dillon was a big help.

When Katy became pregnant, Dillon was nine class old and got a crash form on the birds and the bees and soon became her right-hand man. He helped her out as much as he could when Cliff wasn't around. Whenever he noticed her pulling into her drive, he'd run over and extend her bundle or groceries or whatever else she had, inside for her. She worked as a real estate broker, so she was always lugging a bag to the full of papers and files.

Over the calendar month, as her stomach grew, Dillon had conversations with Katy like he'd never before had with an adult. She didn't public lecture down to him, or care for him like a child. She was actually interest in what he had to say.

"Do you desire a boy or a missy ?"he asked her one time.

"I don't charge,"she'd said."I'll love him or her either way. But if it's a boy, I hope he's just like you."

They bonded over those gravid months. When Katy finally gave parentage, she had a minuscule boy. He was named after his father. Clifford Junior. Katy called him C.J. from the get-go. But it did not reverse out to be the happy, blessed event everyone was expecting.

Before recollective it became obvious that something was not right field with the fiddling boy, and after umpteen test and referrals and Doctor of the Church and supplication and fits of angst and depression and optimism and hopelessness, they learned that their cute little boy had muscular dystrophy. And it wasn't the run-of-the-mill, everyday muscular muscular dystrophy, which was bad enough, but it was the ugly, ruthless, evil, black sheep first cousin of M.D., the one that guaranteed a unretentive life. Duchenne syndrome, they called it. C.J. was a very ill little boy.

-- --

After the phone call from his mother, Dillon went to go that day and went through the motions for eight time of day. He was a salesman for a company that sold lawn, garden and farm equipment, but he didn't sell anything that day. Not even close. His heart and nous were far away. About the solitary matter he accomplished was to arrange to take a couple days off so he could go back home, or what was once his habitation, and attend the funeral.

He got back to his apartment that night, ate a grilled cheese sandwich and a bowlful of soup for dinner, and did a payload of laundry. He was happy his roomy wasn't around because he wasn't in the mood to chitchat. He had just started to mob a bag for the trip when his mother called and told him the funeral plans. There would be screening on each of the next two nights, Wed and Thursday, and the funeral would be Friday morning. He decided he would work Wednesday, and drive there on Thursday for the viewing. If all went well he could look the funeral on Friday, and have the weekend to visit with his folks and maybe a Friend or two.

-- --

The initiatory few yr of C.J.'s life story were a unwavering parade of doctor's offices, tests, grim news and hopes for a miracle. It put a peachy strain on Katy and cliff of course, and their wedlock began to suffer. Katy was a strong mom, but her sadness was a weight unit that became harder and hard to disguise. Cliff had a horrific fourth dimension coping with having a terminally-ill child, as if his sperm were the cause of it and somehow made him less of a man. He appeared embarrass and ashamed, and never bonded with his son. He traveled Sir Thomas More and more, and drank more and more, distancing himself, trying to diminish the botheration and despair. As C.J. was growing up, his dad was not much of a constituent. His parents eventually separated, got back together, separated again. Wash, Rinse, Repeat.

Dillon continued doing the job Katy asked him to do, often with C.J. sitting in his wheelchair on the back deck, watching him. He'd always make a point to sit with C.J. for a while, and they would speak about matter. A lot of things. Especially sports.

Dillon was amazed with C.J.'s knowledge of fun, especially baseball and football. Although he'd never play the games, even at the age of six or seven C.J. knew the rules and all the participant and their numbers and their stats and where they'd gone to college, and he asked smart enquiry. He knew the histories of the mutation, facts and events from way before his time, stuff of which Dillon had no clue. Mother Nature had given C.J. a badly-damaged consistency, but she had also given him a brilliant and curious mind.

By the meter Dillon was a older in richly schooling, he was a star on the baseball game team. Katy would bring C.J. to all the household secret plan and would park his wheelchair in the peculiar spotlight the team had reserved for him, where he'd root for his team. The players would occur over to him and say hi, and considered him the team mascot and their number one fan.

Over the years Dillon had spent 100 and hundreds of hours doing chore for Katy, and expenditure time talking with her and C.J. As a consequence, he came to actualise two very important things.

One, C.J. was not just an unfortunate, disabled kid who happened to live next door. No, he was much more than that. He was smart, he was witty, and despite everything he'd been through, he was a glad small fry. He was a acquaintance. A close friend. Like the piddling brother he'd never had.

And two, he no longer just viewed Katy as the amazing mom succeeding door who didn't talk down to him and paid him to do jobs that needed to be done around the household. He saw her differently now. She was a friend, yes, but she was a fair sex. A secure, attractive woman. Some guiltless flirtation happened from time to sentence. So what if she's fifteen class older, he thought. No damage done.

He found himself admiring her reasonably facial expression, trim body, firm white meat, and tight ass. And he always noticed her fingernails. They were always manicured and neatly polished, and regardless of what color she'd chosen for her other seven finger's breadth and her two thumbs, her right pinky was always the like : Bright, fluorescent purple. It stood out like a beacon light, and Dillon didn't know what it meant, but he liked it.

He didn't act on his desires, of track. Why would a thirty-something, semi-married woman with a sick child be interested in an eighteen year old boy ? He tried to put her out of his head. He went off to college and studied and got involved in a routine of body process. He partied and slept with various girls. But when he came dwelling for holidays or summer vacations, he would always pass clip next door with Katy and C.J.

When Dillon came home for the summertime after his sophomore year of college, he was 20 years old. He went succeeding threshold to inspect, and learned that the physician had placed C.J. in a treatment adroitness for a few days for another bombardment of tests. That's when his thing with Katy began.

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It was a five hour drive. Dillon didn't call up most of it, which kind of scared him. He had no recollection of mil and stat mi of main road that had disappeared into his rear view mirror. His judgement was focused on what lay ahead. How was Katy holding up ? Would Cliff make a scene ? How would the great unwashed react when he showed up ? Would he be welcomed, or sneered at ? Would his parents be embarrassed, or would they support him ?

He'd timed thing perfectly. The showing was scheduled for six- until eight p.m., and he pulled into the funeral dwelling parking lot at 6:30. He drove to the farthest end and parked his car. He sat, rested, waited. He reached to his right and picked up the small bottle of nail polish from the rider seat. atomic number 10 Purple. He shook it, uncapped it, and carefully applied it to the fingernail on his good pinky. He blew on it until it dried. Then he took a deep breath, straightened his tie, opened the room access, got out, retrieved his sport pelage from the hook above the backseat window, and walked to the building.

-- --

Dillon got home on a Thursday afternoon in late May after completing his soph year of college. In a week or two he'd receive his grades and officially be a third-year. He would be home base for three months, and would start his summertime job in a few solar day. After dinner with his parents, he noticed that Katy's car still was not parked in her driveway next door. It hadn't been there earlier when he'd gotten nursing home, which was not unusual, but Katy always made a head to feature C.J.'s dinner ready at the Sami metre every Nox, and now it was well past that time. He looked out the window periodically, checking for Katy's car. At a little after nine o'clock he noticed that her car was now in her driveway. It was getting a bit tardily for a societal song, but when he saw the light go on in the den, he figured what the Hades, he'd go over and say hi.

When Katy opened the threshold, he could severalise right away that something was incorrectly. Her blonde hairsbreadth was bunched into a cabbage Lucille Ball atop her drumhead, her blouse was wrinkled, her lean face looked stressed along with her tired eyes.

"Hi, Dillon,"she said, when she opened the threshold. Her faced shriveled into a sad prune."He's in the hospital."

She burst into tears. Dillon didn't know what to say, but instinctively took her into his arms and hugged her. That was a first, but he held her tightly, felt the curved shape of her body gruelling against his. She hugged him back, put her capitulum against his articulatio humeri, and cried harder. He let her cry.

When her tears subsided they went into the den. They sat on the couch, side of meat by English. Katy explained that C.J. had had an blast of some sort and couldn't breathe. She called 911. He was back in the hospital. more than tests, more scans, more physician. She was a skittish wreck and scared shitless. Dillon tried to calm her as best he could, tried to assure her. Cliff was not around, as usual.

He noticed he was holding her hand. He looked at her slender fingerbreadth, her polished nails. All of her nails were painted bootleg, except one : Her flop pinky was purple. He'd always been rum about this habit of hers, this purple pinky. He'd noticed it many times, and no topic whether the repose of her nails were polished or not, her right pinky always was, and always stood out in bright purple.

"What's with the purple pinky ?"he asked, wrapping his digit around hers."I've always wondered, but never asked."

"It's for C.J."Katy said."I think about him all day, everyday."

He squeezed her mitt and pinky. She squeezed back.

"You know his pet football game team ?"she said.

"Of course. The Ravens."

"Right. He loves The Corvus corax. Purple for The Ravens."

"That's squeamish,"Dillon said softly."You're a respectable Mom, Katy."

Katy shook her head."My pitiful little boy,"she blurted, and burst into another flood of tears.

Dillon put his arm around her and let her cry, her head nestled against his neck. Neither said anything for a while. When her split abated she wiped her cheeks with her fingertips.

"Thanks for coming over, Dillon. I'm sorry, I guess I needed someone to talk to."

"It's O.K.. I'm glad I'm here."

"You're always so well-situated to verbalize to."

"So are you,"Dillon said, knowing it sounded lame."We always could talk…"

"I know."She hesitated, played with his fingers."But I feel so alone. I can't recall the lowest time I felt unspoiled. About anything."

They sat quietly for a bit. intelligence escaped him. He nestled his cheek into her hair. It smelled good, like ripe melons. Then, by inherent aptitude, as if it were the most logical matter to do, he kissed the top of her head.

Katy raised up, turned her pass toward him, focused her hot blue eye onto his. Dillon's eyes felt the burn. Then, because it was the second-most-logical thing to do, he kissed her lips.

Rubbery, was his 1st sentiment. Soft. Sensual. Not like most of the hard-lipped, pressure college girl kisses he'd had. Really nice, felt natural. His lips lingered on hers for a moment before he backed away. Her heart were wide, two unblinking bout consortium, boring into his. Oops, Dillon thought, now I've done it. He pulled back.

"Oh Katy, I'm sorry,"he said."I had no right to do that. Please forgive me."

"Don't be sorry, it's okay,"she replied, and gently pulled his helping hand toward her."I like it. It felt good. I want to feel good."Her digit laced cryptic into his. She took a deep breathing place and said,"Do it again."

Dillon tightened his hold on her berm, dug in, made sure she felt it. He pulled her to him and their upper berth bodies touched, then melded. His script went to her breast and he thumbed her unfaltering nipple through the flimsy fabrics of her blouse and bra. When he put his face to hers, Katy's lips parted immediately and her tongue slithered into his back talk. She slued around to face him, pulled him close, front-on-front, their soundbox flush now, giving her tongue deeper deepness. Dillon sucked her tongue, which was swirling like a lizard in his back talk. He felt her tits firmly against his chest, her arms around him, and her leg looped over his. The kiss went on, a duo of tongues, until spit oozed between their lips and their groins were on high school alert.

When their back talk finally separated, Katy peppered Dillon's case with buss pecks, saying,"I need this. I want this."She pivoted her body, straddled his legs, sat on his lap, facing him. She felt his dick hard against her fork. She kissed him again with subject lip, her tongue on a violent disorder, two thirsty mouthpiece screwing while she ground her mound onto his puff up cock and pressed her stoked knocker against his chest. The osculation went on, their hands roamed on backs and hindquarters, he was hard, she was wet.

"Let's go to bed,"she rasped with castrate breath.

She unsaddled him, rose up, took his hand and led him to the chamber. The bedroom where by this fourth dimension, now being more or less separated from her husband, she slept alone. Standing beside the female monarch bed, they kissed. She admired his handsome face, unsubtle shoulders and slim, acrobatic body as she unbuttoned and unzipped him, top to penetrate. Dillon returned the favor.

Naked, their consistence plunged onto the bed. Katy's mouth was ravenous, attacking his, sucking his tongue into her mouth. Her nimble manpower and fingers squeezed his ass, surrounded his cock. Dillon followed along, but painting by numbers.

He suddenly realized that he was in way over his head. What to do ?, he wondered. This is a age woman, not some dumb college broad with no more experience than he. He wanted to delight her, he had to. He decided to drive control condition, plunk up the pace. Pushing, grinding, overdoing.

"Hey,"Katy said warmly, running her digit through his short, Robert Brown pilus."Take it easygoing. Take your prison term. We have all night."

"Sorry,"Dillon said. Then humbly added,"Show me what you like."

She did. She kissed him, held it for a bit, her lithesome sass hypnotizing him. With her hands on either slope of his head, she guided it downward until her twat was in his face. She fingered her clit in front of his face.

"Here,"she said."Put your mouth here. Lick it, kiss it, eat it, suck it, but hold on your back talk there. You'll know."

Dillon peacenik in. He took her well fruit into his mouth, molded his brim around it, tasted it with soft caresses, and she hissed when he slipped his tongue inside her. He planted his hands under the boldness of her ass and held tight, mashing facial expression to twat. He explored her hungry, squirmy cunt with his tongue, and savored her wet, salty tang. He kept at it, stayed down there, and wouldn't come up for air until he'd set out what he was after.

Katy's body writhed with pleasure as he ate her. Her work force were firmly adhered to his head as she smushed her genitalia into his face. She started grinding her pussy into his face, and soon was pumping it, fucking his lip. Dillon sucked her like a straw.

She shrieked when she came. Her cum streamed out of her. He felt her gush on his face, was surprised by its intensity, like none he'd experienced before. Katy was surprised too ; even though it had been a while, her torso shook with the superpower of it, and she had an climax like she'd not had in a long, long time, if ever.

"Oh My God !"she blurted, when her dead body stopped quivering.

She pulled his capitulum up to hers and kissed him, tasted her cum in his oral fissure. As they kissed, his consistence atop hers, she wrapped her hand around his hammer and fed it into her drippy puss. It slid into her with slick ease, balls deep.

"Fuck me,"she whispered into his ear."Fuck me hard."

She wrapped her legs around his like tentacles and squeezed, tightening like a boa, as if to get every last drop of juice from a gamboge. Dillon took the not-so-subtle hint. He clenched her buttocks in his hands and started drilling her.

He was slinging it pretty good. His privates was pounding hers and she was rolling with it, in sync, fucking right back at him, every in of her body into it. Their nooky took on a staccato rhythm, like rim stroke on a trap, smack big H smack scag, while the bed springs played hi-hat.

It went on, and on, their privates colliding on a pursuit for release, and they kissed as they fucked. Dillon was going to floor a load of his come into this beautiful, matured adult female, he knew that, but he slowed for a time, not wanting to bobble his top too soon. Her pleasure would come before his.

Two sweaty bodies throbbing. Two mouths and tongues plastered together. Two hands clenching two march nerve, four legs tightly entwined. One thrusting cock-filled cunt.

Katy moaned and she shivered head-to-toe. Dillon knew this was it, so he put a footling spear carrier lagger in his throw. She moaned again, louder.

"Ughhh…"she groaned loudly, and let her rip.

She came in another waterspout, barely less than her first. She pinched his putz with her out-of-shape cunt heftiness and dug her fingertips into his upper back. Dillon banged her harder for four or five thwacks and his pulsating ropes of cum vaulted into her.

Once his tankful was emptied, Dillon collapsed onto the bed beside her. They were lying on their sides, looking at each early, and their faces broke into spacious smiles.

"That was wonderful,"she said.

"Yes it was,"he replied."You are amazing."

"Oh, please…"

"You have no idea how many times I fantasized about this. About being in bed with you."

"Really ?"

"Oh, yeah. Big time. I'm not a kid anymore."

Katy paused, looked deep into his center, sighed, kissed his nose and said :"That's for sure."

They held each other, closed their heart, and drifted off, resting in the lambency of their lovemaking.

*

"I'm hungry,"Katy said, jolting Dillon from a mete sleep."Are you ?"

It was only ten minutes later. His munition were still around her, and hers were around him. Their eyes were inches apart.

"I could eat. I can use the fortitude. You done bear me out,"he said.

"I haven't eaten since early this morning, had a danish and a coffee from the machines at the infirmary. Wasn't thirsty all day, but I am now. How ‘ bout I fix us some tuna fish sandwiches ?"

"Sure. That sounds skilful,"he said, chuckling.

"What's funny ?"Katy asked.

"tunny fish."

"tuna fish is funny ? Why ? Don't you like it ?"

"Yes, I like it. I've just always thought it was odd that we refer to tuna as tuna fish. It's not like we could throw tuna with anything other than a fish. Know what I mean ?"

"Um, I guess so."

"I mean, we say bluefish or John Rock Fish because those Holy Writ have different signification. But there's no other meaning for Anguilla sucklandii, so why add the fish to it ? We don't say ‘ flounder fish'or ‘ Melanogrammus aeglefinus fish'or ‘ trout angle ’. We don't say ‘ burger cow ’, or ‘ pork chop pig ’. So why do we say Opuntia tuna Pisces ?"

"I really couldn't William Tell you Dillon,"she said."Maybe it's the same reason we don't say ‘ Pisces chopper ’."

Dillon broke out laughing, then Katy did too. She reached down between his legs to rub his second joint and damn if his dick wasn't hard.

"Such a deep thinker you are,"she said, taking his peter in her hand."A deep thinker with another big erection."

She went down on him and took his rooster into her mouth. She slipped her middle digit into his prick and reamed him from behind as she sucked him. Within minutes Dillon grunted and bucked and came in spurts into Katy's mouth and throat. When he was done, she wiped her backtalk on the bed cover, got up and put on a robe.

"There. Now you rest a bit, big mind. Just lie back and ponder on the capital tuna Pisces conundrum while I make us a couple sandwiches."

After they ate their sandwiches and chips, they fucked again. Then it was getting late, and Katy suggested that Dillon leave so that no rumors got started, no matter how true up they might be. He agreed that it was a good idea.

*

Their social function lasted most of the summer. They had to be discreet, of trend, so once or twice a calendar week Dillon would sneak over recent at night, long after C.J. was asleep. They would make fuck as quietly as potential, and after they both came a dyad prison term he would pilfer back out.

No one suspected a thing until it all blew up one Saturday night in early August. They were in the middle of a fervid sixty-nine when a drunken Cliff showed up unannounced and caught them in the act. He went ballistic, screaming, throwing things, breaking things, calling them name, threatening them. He chased a half-clothed Dillon out of the theater, screaming at him, told him to ‘ get the nether region out before I kill you ’.

Cliff made for certain the unharmed neck of the woods and half the town knew all about it. Millie, the neighborhood gossip had a field of honor day. Katy and Dillon were shamed and ridiculed, she was a tramp and he was a turned on college scratch who couldn't keep his dick in his trouser. Dillon's parents were greatly embarrassed too, which didn't supporter him at home, and didn't help their relationship with their neighbor.

C.J. was greatly upset by this good turn of events. The family unit turmoil was bad enough, but he would also be losing his ripe protagonist. Because Dillon soon left and went back to school, five hours away, and stayed away, eventually graduating and taking a job that kept him there.

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Standing on the covered porch of the funeral home, Dillon took another tenacious, deep breath before he opened the smoke glass room access and entered. He walked tentatively through the vestibule and down the Charles Francis Hall, passing several people he didn't recognize, until he found the right way. He signed the guest book outside the threshold, then entered.

He scanned the herd room and didn't see any familiar spirit faces at initiative, but soon sensed a cool vibe. The feeling of heart upon him, straits turning quickly away when he glanced at them. He looked around, searching for Katy but not finding her, feeling self-conscious, like he was in a fishbowl. Then a male person voice to his left broke his concentration.

"What are you doing here, asshole ? I can't believe you had the clod to show your nerve around here."

It was drop. He wore an old, wrinkled seersucker suit, and looked bloated, gravid. There was beer on his breath.

"Hi cliff. I came to pay my respects."

"Well, make it dashing, buff Boy. We don't wan na have a view. She's over by the casket. Say hi and bye."

drop wobbled away and Dillon eyed the far end of the room. He spotted Katy off to the English, standing in battlefront of a rampart of flowers, talking to an older couple that looked vaguely familiar. He started walking toward her and the crowd of Guest parted like the Red Sea before him. He stopped about eight feet away from her.

It had been nearly four days, but suddenly the meaning of the musical phrase ‘ a sight for tender eyes'hit him like a lightning thunderbolt. She still looked incredible. Tired, but stiff and beautiful. She wore a long-sleeved blackamoor frock that hugged her reduce anatomy. Her blonde hair was whipped back in a Gallic twist, and her earrings matched the color of her lazuline eyes.

He stood there, taking her in. Once she saw him, their middle locked. The couple she was talking to note it, looked at him, then back at her, and faded away. They held their gaze for a long, frozen moment, unmindful to the looker in the room. Dillon raised his correct hand, with his purple-nailed pinkie extended. Katy did the same with her right paw, the hopeful purpleness brilliantly contrasting the black polish on the residue of her nails. There was a sad smile on her face. The spectator were amused and confused by the gestures.

He walked toward her, right into her arms. The various invitee watched their tightly-wrapped bodies as they hugged. Dillon felt the heater of her breasts against him, and whiffed the smell of novel yield in her hair. Their bodies clenched and their tears flowed. They didn't want to let go.

"Thank you for coming. I was hoping you would,"she said into his ear.

"Of course. I had to,"he said into hers."I loved him, Katy."

"I know. He loved you too."

"I'm so sorry."

"Thank you for writing him. Your cards and letters meant so often to him."

"I loved getting his letters, too. I've saved them all."

They finally broke their embrace and Katy took his hand and led him over to the casket. They looked down at C.J., whose nerve was pallid with a slight trace of a smile. Dillon started crying softly when he saw how he was dressed. He was wearing his T-shirt from Dillon's high school baseball team.

"It seemed only right that he wear his baseball jersey,"Katy said."It was his favorite piece of clothing. He treasured it."

Dillon put his arm around her again, pulled her close as his tears dripped down his cheeks. They stood there together until his tears abated. They stepped away, off into a recession and continued their conversation. Katy handed him a tissue and he dabbed his oculus and face.

"You're coming to the funeral tomorrow, aren't you ?"she asked.

"Of course of instruction,"he said.

"Can I ask a favor ?"

"Sure. Anything."

"It's a big one."

"What is it ?"

"Would you speak at the service ?"

"Really ? Me ?"

"Yes. You knew him better than anyone, Dillon. He looked up to you, you were his idol and his best friend. I would be honored if you could get up and say a few words."

"Are you sure ? Is your husband going to be okay with that ?"

"ex-husband,"she blurted."This is my show, don't worry about him. If he gives us any dump I'll call the cops."

"I'll be happy to,"he said softly."Anything for you. And for C.J."

"Thank you,"she said."Thank you."

"I'll try not to let you down."

"I know you won't."

"You estimable get back to your other guests,"he said, and gave her hand a firm squeeze."I'll see you tomorrow."

He walked across the way and out of the fish bowl with his head held high, and he felt the multitude of eyes in the elbow room covering him like head-shrinker wrap.

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Dillon stayed at his parents'house that night, although he didn't public lecture to them much, only for a few mo. He told them he'd been asked to speak at the funeral table service and he had to prepare. So he went to the scanty bedroom with pen and paper and tried to pen something down, something meaningful, but zero of center would come. His mind was a jumble, adrift in his memories of C.J. There were too many experiences and conversations to assimilate and organize. He was bone-tired, from the recollective drive, his lonely sorrow, and his visit to the fishbowl. He fell off to catch some Z's without accomplishing much.

He slept like rigidify wood. He woke up early, refreshed, and jotted down a list of hummer points on three-by-five cards. He didn't know if he'd speak for two minutes or XX. He trusted that his muse would show up when the sentence was right.

Dillon walked into the funeral home twenty minutes early and was surprised at the transformation the place had gone through in sixteen hours. The walls that had separated the showing way had disappeared and it was three or four times the size of the fishbowl he'd visited the night before. It was now one big room, like an auditorium, lined with rows and words of folding chairs on two English separated by a pith aisle, ready to admit a great turnout. The crowd was trickling in. A dead youngster was quite a draw.

Katy's erstwhile sis, Sonia, was on the lookout man for Dillon. She spotted him, grabbed his arm, and escorted him up to the endorsement row, far left. She handed him a memorial leaflet that had been printed up for the service.

"Sit here,"she said,"And thank you for doing this. It means so very much to Katy. And to me too, to all of us. The pastor will verbalize and then he'll announce when it's your turn. You're right after him. effective luck !"

Oh, keen, he thought to himself. I follow the preacher man. Lucky me.

Once the plaza was full and SRO, Katy was ushered down the aisle to the front row on the left side of meat, and the display got on the road, right on time. Cliff was seated on the right English, next to a Young woman.

Dillon sat through the early role of the inspection and repair in a hazy stupor. There were some input, then some music, then the Rev spoke for fifteen minutes or so, reciting ***********ure and all of the set aside, generic, cliched, God-has-a-plan mumbo jumbo. Then suddenly, he heard his gens called.

He could almost feel the inspire breaths of the hushed attendants on his goose-fleshed arms as he strode to the podium. Once there, he looked out at the pile house, impressed by the size of it. Every seat was taken and others stood around the sides and back of the room. His hands sifted through the pockets of his cap, shirt and trouser for his cue carte, but they were not to be found. He'd left them in his car, where he'd last rehearse. He would have to wing it.

He cleared his throat, adjusted the microphone, raised it up. Took a deep breath. unquiet bodily function. Then he began.

"When I was asked to speak here today, I immediately said yes, but I was also immediately scared. And now that I'm here, before all of you, this amazingly large grouping, all here to pay your respects, it scares me even more. But here goes. I hope I can do it justice. For Katy. For drop. For C.J.

"I loved him. I'll scratch line with that.

"When I was a boy, Katy and drop-off moved into the house next door to my family. We could separate right away that they were keen citizenry and would be swell neighbour, and my household quickly accepted them into the neighborhood and into our life. They both worked full-time and drop-off traveled a lot, so I would do odd chore for them. I'd wash their cars, cut their skunk and weed their garden in the summer, shovel their driveway when it snowed, take care of their dog and feed their fish when they were away, anything to earn a few dollars.

"After C.J. was born, and it became clear that he was not a rule, healthy child, but instead had an ugly, foul disease, most of their metre was devoted to his special pauperism, his physician appointments, his medical tests, his discourse, et cetera. Gradually, I was asked to do more and Thomas More chore around their house and attribute because they just didn't have the fourth dimension. I mended fencing, washed windows, cleaned out rain gutter, raked leaves, stained the deck, you name it.

"As C.J. got honest-to-goodness, he would sit outside in his wheelchair, on the movement porch or on the deck out in the back grand, and he'd watch me work. And we would talk. We talked a lot. And by the meter I was in my teens and C.J. was six years old, I realized that female parent Nature may give birth given him an insalubrious body, but at the Lapplander clock time she had given him a brilliant young psyche.

"We talked about many thing, especially sport. baseball game and football game were his favorites. The Baltimore Corvus corax were his darling squad, The Purple pain. That's the intellect for the purple nail polish."

He raised his right pinky for all to see.

"Even at that young age, he could read at a pretty high up level and he impressed me with his intelligence. His wit, his vocabulary, his cognition. He knew every participant, knew their numbers and their stats and their superlative and weight unit and where they went to college. He would beat me and surprise me with historic facts about the players and the team and the sports, stuff I never knew, and I thought I knew a lot.

"And his attitude was always positive. I can't think back him ever feeling sorry for himself. But I do recall mentation, how can this little guy, whose torso was so weak, be so unattackable ? I began to take in that C.J. was not just the kid next door, not just some young champion. He was the slight brother I never had.

"I asked him one prison term, do you ever get mad that you were born with this disease, and you can't run and parachuting and play ball with former fry, and have to use a wheelchair ? He looked down for a moment, then up at me. And with traces of weeping in his eyes, he said, ‘ No, I don't get mad. But I get sad sometimes. Sad because it is so hard on my parents. I hate being such a burden to them ’. Even with all the hard knocks he'd faced in his life, he didn't think about himself. He thought about others. He was more concerned with how it affected his Mom and Dad.

"I played football game and baseball in high schooltime and he followed my teams like he did the pros, and we talked about every secret plan. In the fountain of my senior year, as my baseball team was in training for the upcoming season, C.J., who was nine or ten years old by this time, told me he was going to come to all the home game and origin for our team. I don't know if I believed that that would really happen or not, but I went to see my coach a few days before our firstly biz. I asked him if I could buy an additional team hat. He asked me why, had I lost mine ? I said no, and told him about C.J., and all the challenges he had faced in his Thomas Young life, and how much he liked our team, and I'd like to consecrate him a hat. passenger vehicle said, infernal region, Dillon, you don't need to pay for it, and he not only gave me a hat, but gave me a whole team uniform, the smallest one he had. When I gave it to C.J., he grinned from ear-to-ear. He put the cap on his head teacher and held that uniform in his paw, and fondled the missive on the bosom of the jersey, he treasured it. And that season, Katy made sure he made it to every home game. jitney cleared a special box adjacent to our dugout and the stall, just for him, and to accommodate his wheelchair, and you could see the joy on his face when the player and motorcoach would come over to shake his hand and say Hi to him. He came to every home game that season, dressed in his uniform and cap, to root us on. He is wearing that very Saami New Jersey today.

"There was one game late in the season, a low-scoring pitchers'duel. I pitched a two-hitter and hit a solo home run to win the game one-to-nothing. After the secret plan and a mild solemnisation, I went over to his box. Katy and C.J. both had big grinning on their faces, well-chosen as I'd ever seen them. And do you have sex what C.J. told me ? He said he was proud of me ! Can you think that ? He was proud of me !

"Well, I felt the emotion rise up in me like a dash rising tide. All I did was win a ball game. But I thought of all he had been through in his untested life, and of all the metier and perseverance he had to have every single day, just to get through it all. I was on the verge of tears. I told him thank you, and that I was proud of him too. But I don't know if he knew how truly gallant of him I was, or how much I respected him, and loved him. I hope he knows that, and knows how much I've missed him.

"We all face hills and valleys in our life history. Good meter, bad times, glad prison term, sad times. Ups and downs. And whenever I reach a low percentage point, a time when I feel bad, or overwhelmed, and want to drop out or give up or feel drab for myself, I think of C.J. And it makes me feel better, it makes me finger stronger, and suddenly things don't seem so bad. I feel like that's a gift he gave me.

"I should have told him that I loved him. I regret that. I never told him that I loved him. But I did. And I always will. He was my Friend, my piddling blood brother. This world could use a few more people like C.J."

You could give birth heard a pin fall as Dillon left the podium with all middle upon him. He was choked up, good of emotion, the tears were bubbling in his eyes, but he'd somehow gotten through it. He glanced at Katy as he walked back to his behind. She nodded and gave him a teary, satisfied smile. He looked at Sonia, who was staring at him and lipped, ‘ That was beautiful ’. He took his rear end, relieved and drained.

Dillon sat through the rest period of the service, which was a blur of words, music, and a prayer. Afterwards, he stood outside the funeral home, chatting with his parents and his babe Irene. In a subject of transactions, three different people came up to him and congratulated him on his panegyric. One said it was the full he'd ever heard.

Dillon and his family went to Katy's planetary house afterwards for some intellectual nourishment and socialization and condolences, but they didn't stay too long. But they were there long enough for drop to come up to Dillon and actually apologize, and to compliment and thank him for his eulogy. As they were about to leave, Katy pulled him aside and asked him to get along back later, after the former guests were gone. He said he would.

Sonia, who planned to last out with Katy for a couple day as moral reinforcement, suddenly realized she might not be needed."You're going to go to bed with him, aren't you ?"she said.

"Oh, hush missy,"Katy said."Please. It's been four years."

"So what, I can learn you like a book. combine me, you will. It's all over your aspect, you love that kid. It's obvious by the you look at him and the way he looks at you and the way you hugged each former, like you'd never let go. And he loves you too, otherwise he wouldn't be here. So go for it. He may be Young, but he's a cutie."

Katy shook her head and smiled. She didn't argue with her sister.

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It took a few hours before all of the node had finally left Katy's house. Dillon figured Katy could use a little downcast time, so he waited another hour before he went over. It was ahead of time evening when he knocked on her door. ‘ C'mon in ’, he heard Katy claim from inside.

They were in the life room, to the left wing of the foyer. Sonia was seated in an well-fixed president facing Katy, who was on the sofa. Mellow idle words was playing softly. Katy patted the lounge cushion to her left, and Dillon took a seat next to her.

"commodity timing,"Sonia said."We just made a twirler of lemonade. With a lot of vodka."She poured a glass and handed it to him.

For the next time of day they sipped lemonade and talked about the day : The serve, the preacher, the node. Katy was felicitous with the way everything had gone, especially proud of that Cliff had behaved himself. She then recapped for Dillon the highlights and lowlights of her divorce. She was relieved she would not have to deal with Cliff again.

When the hurler was vacate, Sonia excused herself."wellspring, I'm going to turn in,"she said, as she stood up."It's been a unbalanced few days. Goodnight Sis. Goodnight Dillon, and thank you again for your eulogy. Everyone agreed it was grand. C.J. would have been so proud."She kissed Katy, then kissed Dillon, to his surprise.

"That was a beautiful speech, Dillon,"Katy said, after Sonia left. She took his hand in hers, the first time they'd touched since he'd arrived."It was so real, and so tender. Everyone was in tears."

"I was so nervous,"he said."I forgot my greenback. I left them in the car."

"Really ?"she said."You were so smoothen, no one could tell."She rested her straits on his shoulder.

Nothing was said for a spell. They just sat here, their physical structure flush, their hands clasped, listening to soft music, cherishing the simple pleasure of being together after so long. Katy nestled against him, Dillon rested his buttock against her haircloth and breathed in her delicious, long-lost scent.

"This is nice,"Katy said, after some clip. Then she raised her header, turned to look at him, and after a momentary pause, kissed him.

Their lips parted and their hungry mouths went into overdrive, the once-familiar tongues becoming reacquainted. In a wink, their consistency turned and meshed and their arms locked around each other. Dillon felt her tits against his chest and pushed his hardening cock against her, and as if they were in a fourth dimension simple machine, they instantly picked up where they'd left off long ago.

"You know,"she said, as Dillon sucked her earlobe,"I know it sounds gaga, and I know it's been four years, but as soon as I laid eyes on you at the funeral abode last night, I wanted you."

"Me too,"he said in a raspy hiss.

"Stay with me tonight,"she said.

"Are you sure ?"He kissed her neck.

"I'm positive."Her manus found his penis, midst and hard like she remembered.

"What about your baby ?"He sucked on her tit through the cotton fabric of her blouse.

"She's cool."She started unbuckling him.

"What if there are rumors ?"He unhooked her two top buttons.

"Good."

Katy put her cheek rightfield up to his. She said :"Dillon, you and I are the two people on Earth who C.J. loved the most. We belong together tonight."

"Yes,"he said."We do."

They rose and Katy led him by his hand to her bedchamber, shutting the door behind them. They tore their clothes off as they french-kissed, each savoring the taste sensation of the other.

"Make dear to me,"Katy whispered."Like you used to."

It all came back in an twinkling. He knew exactly what she liked, and all of her dessert spotlight. She moaned with his touch and her body was soon writhing and wouldn't layover. He kissed her quivering thighs. He traced his tongue along the inside of her moistened lower sassing, before plunging it inside her. Katy squeaked with pleasure, and Dillon sot in the smell and gustatory perception of her, like a sip of sang-froid sweetwater after four geezerhood in the desert.

He sucked her clit into his mouth, and just like the old daytime, Katy fell into the careen and fucked his fount with a rhythm matching his. It was as if no fourth dimension had passed.

Dillon's hands slithered under her buns, his fingertips dug into her fracture, and he squeezed.

"Ugh,"Katy groaned. She had her quarter round in his ears and her digit webbed around the book binding of his head as he ate her.

Dillon hummed a slow melody into her pussy, played her clitoris like a kazoo. Katy groaned loudly and squirmed some more. When she felt his finger enter her asshole her kitty-cat was about to explode.

It didn't take long for her to follow the first time. It had been a farsighted while since she'd had sex and her loins were spark happy. And Dillon knew how to advertise all her buttons better than anyone ever had. She'd taught him well and he didn't miss a beat.

Katy shivered and half-screamed his figure when her dike broke. He felt the wet, warm rush of her saved-up cum surround his knife and rinse his boldness, and he tasted her juicy funk again, finally. He never thought this would befall again, but here they were. A thought flowed through his judgment briefly as he lapped up her juice. He thought how he could never, ever get more intimate with a woman than he was at that moment : Her clit in his mouth, his digit up her ass, her cum on his look. But it was a fleeting view. His dick was swollen and hard and achy. It was time to fuck.

Katy was reading his mind. When he put his slimy face up to hers, their sass had barely touched when he felt her sturdy adhesive friction around his cock. She fed it right into her slippery slash and started humping. No recovery time for this gal. She wanted it again.

No problem. Dillon was ready to burst. But he didn't want to rush things. He wanted to make it last-place, make it beautiful. He kissed her, slid his hands back under her ass. He lingered, took his time, kissing her with his dick inside her and his fingers once again feeling their ways around her cover girl behind. He wanted to fuck her slowly. They fell into a gentle, loving rhythm.

"You like this ?"

"I love this."

backbone and Forth, up and down, in and out, taking their prison term, kissing, smiling, only gradually picking up f number. Dillon knew he would have to come soon, so he picked up his stride and started banging her harder, then harder, and Katy was okay with that. Her wooden leg were wrapped around his, constricting, as she slung her soundbox at him over and over as his cock rammed her mature twat.

"I miss this,"Katy hissed."I need this."

Dillon's low, long grunt told her that his spermatozoan was on the way. She wanted it.

"Yeah, Baby, grant it to me. kick in it to me."

His dead body shook with each hammered spurt. When his addict were drained, his body, still wavering, was zapped and telling him to perch, but he did not. He wanted Katy to derive again and he knew how to bring in that go on. So he jammed his finger up her ass and started pumping his drained dong into her as hard as he could without throwing his dorsum out.

She squealed when she felt the bullet up her hindquarters. Then she bellowed, ugh…ugh…ugh… with each of his thrusts.

Her climax was another twisty bodyquake, high on the Katy scale. Her cum flowed big, and oozed out of her. Dillon felt it surround his tool and drop down his testicle. It puddled on the bed.

When Dillon pulled out he collapsed onto the bed beside her, held her and their exhaust physical structure slept.

*

Sonia enjoyed the show, although it was strictly auditory through the lean wall. It was like an X-rated radio program. She'd never listened to her footling sister fuck before, but it was quite the turn-on. She imagined Katy in the next room, with her young lover on top of her, pounding her, making her sidesplitter like that. But she felt a calm come over her. She now knew her sister would be alright, because she was already healing, getting the shit fucked out of her by the man she had not yet admitted that she was in love with. With the titillating sounds and mind-vision of her thirty-nine year old sis in the next room getting laid by her xxiv yr old buff, she masturbated, then quickly fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Dillon woke up and walked into the bathroom adjacent to the schoolmaster chamber. He closed the doorway and turned on the light. His lip was dry, and tasted funky. He found some mouthwash under the sump and took a gulp, squished it around and spit it into the sink. He turned on the faucet, ran the water onto his manus and scooped a drink from his thenar. He splashed his look and dried it. He raised the toilet seat and took a leak, then lowered the seat. He flushed, hoping he wouldn't wake Katy.

But Katy was awake. She'd stirred when he got out of bed, watched his aphrodisiac shape as he walked to the bathroom, watched the threshold close and the light seed on. She heard the water running, then the speech sound of him pissing. The toilet flushed, the spigot was running again. She reached over and felt around in the drawer of her nightstand and found what she was looking for. She popped the top on the tube and squeezed, rubbed the greasy poppycock all over her bridge player, and fingered herself.

The bathroom light went off, the door opened and Dillon came back to bed and lay beside her in the darkness. She immediately grabbed his hobble dick and stroked it with her tricksy hand. He turned to her in the shadow and they kissed. Katy pivoted her body and went down on him, and sucked him for a minute of arc until his shaft reached its maximum hardness, length and girth. Then she lay back beside him and pulled him on top of her. She splayed her legs wide and guided his turncock to her opening.

"nooky me,"she whispered.

He pushed his hammer into her. It was pie-eyed, but he slid in with a confection friction and knew right away that Katy had fed his cock into her ass. He kissed her again, deeply, tenderly, and she moaned as he pushed himself all the way in.

Katy reached down between her legs and stroked her clit, which was already swollen with expectation. As Dillon began fucking her, she pulled her trigger harder and harder, wanting to match his trend and come big when he did.

Dillon broke a light fret as he propelled his gumshoe in and out of her. It had been four long years since he'd buttfucked her, but he was now in a state of exaltation. As his stiff, slippery cock sledded in and out of her, and he felt the firm, hot pressure of her perfect ass around it, he felt like he was finally home.

He picked up his pace and he grunted when he felt his semen start to rise.

Katy knew her man. Four years ? It seemed like it yesterday. She stroked herself harder and faster.

"move over it to me !"she wheezed, shortsighted of breath.

Dillon gave it to her. His body shook with each of his spasm as he fired his load deep inside her, but he stayed in billet because his dick was like an eight inch stud up her ass.

When he pulled out of her, Katy was still plucking her clit like it was an electric bass, reaching for her climax. Dillon was about to put his sass down there and do his thing, when Katy howled like a wound wolf and her torso shivered and she came in the iniquity. They quickly fell asleep.

The sun was up when they woke later that sunup. They said unspoilt morning, kissed and Dillon spooned Katy from behind, holding her tight, not wanting to let her go. But soon he was kissing her neck and licking her ear, and then Katy turned to face him and they were kissing, and both were aroused, and they screwed again. But it was a stark contrast to their raunchy, middle-of-the-night assfuck. They made slow, valued sexual love, taking the fourth dimension to show their aid to every corner and chap and cleavage and opening of their bodies. Afterward, they held each other in silence. No dustup were necessary.

But Dillon was thinking. He was thinking about how it was Saturday morning and he would have one to a greater extent day with Katy before he left to get back to his apartment and his job. He was thinking that he didn't go home last night and his folk would know why. He was thinking about Millie, and how the chin wag manufacturing plant was probably already turning. Katy was the number 1 one to speak, breaking the muteness and interrupting his thought process, but practically reading his mind.

"relocation in with me,"she said.

That got Dillon's attention. Did he take heed her right ?"Huh ?"he said.

"I said, move in with me."

"Move in with you ? What, here ?"

"Of course, here. Where else ?"

"Really ?"

"Yes, really. Why not ? It's tinny rent, the house is paid for. That's one positive that came out of my divorce. What's the thing, you don't want to ?"

"No, it's not that. It's just…I populate and work three hundred naut mi from here."

"So ? Quit. You can find a job here, if the company can't relocate you. Or salutary yet, get a real number estate permission, we'll work together. I do pretty well, I'm sure you would too. We'd make a netherworld of a team, don't you think ?"

He nodded."Yes, I believe we would."

"So, what's the problem ?"

"No problem. Just unexpected, I guess. Are you surely about this ?"

"Yes, I'm sure, Dillon. It's not an fling I'd produce to just anyone, and not without deliberate consideration. I've thought about it over and over."She got out of bed, stood up, looked down at him."I'm sure. And do you screw why I'm sure ? I'm indisputable because I've spent so a good deal fourth dimension thinking about you and missing you and I feel like I've waited four twelvemonth for you. You make me feel good, you make me laugh, you make me happy. And I love the way we fuck. And… Well… I love you. There. I said it. Now I'm going to involve a shower."

Dillon watched her shapely, bare ass disappear into the bathroom, leaving the door undecided. He heard her turn on the shower. He laughed quietly to himself. Something that he'd thought about for year, something that he thought could never materialise, was happening. He got off the bed and walked into the john. He slid the shower threshold aside and stepped in beside her. Katy's breast were covered with soap.

"Katy, thank you for telling me how you feel. Because I love you too. I've loved you for long time. But I was afraid to tell you."

"I was afraid, too,"she said, washing his shoulders.

"You were ?"

"Yep. I was afraid you thought I was too old for you."

"Really ? I was afraid you thought I was too young."

"Nah, you're just right. You make me happy."

"You make me glad too. I love you, Katy."

"I love you, Dillon."

Dillon moved under the spray and they kissed, a thick, wet wing-dinger, as the water pounded them.

"So, how did you get over the fear ?"he asked."What made you decide to tell me ?"

"It was something my babe said. She said that it was so obvious that we were in love. The way we looked at each other, the way we hugged, the way we interacted. I knew she was justly and I just hadn't admitted it yet. I knew I had to do something before you got away again."

They kissed and ran their wet, soapy fingers over their wet, soapy body, and before you could say ‘ I'm hard again ’, Dillon was hard again. Less than a half hour after they'd made lovemaking in bed, they made love again in the shower. With their mouths plastered together, and his hands cupped under her hindquarters, and her legs wrapped around his waist, and his dick deep inside her, and her binding against the tile wall, they fucked for the number 1 fourth dimension as institutionalise lovers, and they came in an echoed unison of coming just as the water pouring down upon them ran cold.

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It was later break of day by the time Katy and Dillon made their way to the kitchen in search of intellectual nourishment. There was a billet from Sonia on the kitchen table. She was gone. The meat of the musical note was that by the sounds she'd heard coming out of Katy's bedchamber, she knew that Katy would be hunky-dory without her hanging around. She wished them the best.

The repose of the weekend was a nonstop love-in. They rarely left the bedroom. They had too much catching up to do. Dillon never even went back over to see his parents, or to say bye when he left. He figured he'd wait until he got back to tell them that he was going to be their newest next doorway neighbor.

He left at four a.m. on Monday so he would get to the office on time. He had a occupy day planned. In increase to several assignment, he had to typewrite up his alphabetic character of resignation and give his two-week notice. His supervisor was surprised when he told him he was leaving, but couldn't go to relocate him. That was fine with Dillon ; Katy had said she would find out when and where the real acres courses were being given so he could hit the basis running when he got back.

He called his mother after the number 1 week and told her he would be moving in with Katy. She wasn't surprised. She said she knew what was going on after he came back from the funeral and went over to her planetary house, and never came back. She also said Millie was on the case.

He had no problem getting out of his flat. His roommate's girlfriend had been staying over a lot anyway, and now she could just be active in and take his space. It worked out for the best for all of them.

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Early on Sat morning, the day after his stopping point day at employment, Dillon packed his car with as much of his poppycock as he could fit into the car, the torso, and tied to the roof railing, and hit the road, and made that long, lonely driving force for the last time. He spent most of the five hours in deep thought, thinking about Katy, and all the filthy things they were going to do when he got there. It was mid-afternoon by the time he got to Katy's house, and he didn't know it, but he was in for a big surprise. He was soon to find out that he and Katy would not be living in the house alone.

Katy was waiting for him. She'd been looking out the window every five proceedings for over an hour. When he pulled into the driveway, she emerged onto the front porch. She had a big smile on her brass as Dillon walked to the porch. She stepped down to greet him.

"Welcome domicile,"she said, as she took him into her implements of war."Just in caseful there are any neighbors watching, let's cave in them something to talk about."

She kissed him, jamming her tongue into his mouthpiece. Wrapped in four arms, they shared one of the longest, deepest kisses they'd ever had. When they finally ended the kiss, they were laughing.

"That ought to do it. Let's wave to Millie."

They both turned toward Millie's house, three doors down on the corner, and waved. They knew she was probably peeking through one of her curtains, watching.

Katy took Dillon's hand and led him into the house.

"Now, Dillon,"Katy said,"I don't want you to get mad. I know I didn't discus this with you, but I invited someone else to share the house with us."

"You did ?"he said, already wondering what sort of dump pail he'd stepped into.

"Yes. Do you like three-ways ?"

"Do I like three-ways ? What do you think ?"

"Three-way. triple. three. Manage a trois. Whatever you want to call it. You know. You and me and another miss. In bed together."

Dillon felt like he'd just driven five 60 minutes into the gloam zona.

"You're into that ?"

"Sure, why not. Don't worry, I think you'll like her. She's really cool. I've been sleeping with her for a week."

"You have ?"

"Oh, yeah. She's great in bed. ejaculate on, I'll introduce you."

In a fog he followed her to the guest bedroom at the far end of the hall. Katy opened the door and went into the elbow room, Dillon was right behind. Then he saw her.

She was lying on the bed, on top of a clutter of blanket. Her center were blinking, as if she just woke up. She was gorgeous.

Dillon burst out laughing. So did Katy. They walked over to their new, rudely-awakened housemate : A beautiful, shiny, snowy German Shepherd puppy !

"You had me going, you stinker,"he said."I'll spank your ass when I get you in the sack."

"Ooh, I hope so."

"She's beautiful. What's her gens ?"He rubbed her capitulum and stroked her back.

"I thought I'd leave that up to you,"she said.

"gentlewoman ! What else ?"

Katy picked up a pocket-size gift-wrapped software system off of the dresser and handed it to him. He ripped it open. It was a pink and blue collar with an connected heart-shaped tag that had ‘ Lady'etched into it.

"Ah, you knew."

"I know my man."She kissed him gently on his lips.

"What a gracious surprise,"he said."Thank you. Lady is beautiful, I love her already. But she just woke up, she probably needs to go out. Why don't we take her for a walkway and portion her knockout with the neighborhood ? It'll help get the rumor mill cranked up."

"Sounds like a plan."

So they put dame's cop around her neck and hooked up her terzetto, and they took a leisurely stroll around the stoppage. And when they got back to the house, Dillon dragged Katy into the chamber. They tore each others'dress off and they jumped into bed, along with noblewoman, and they had their very first manage a trois. Or threesome. Or trio. Or three-way, or whatever you want to cry it. Katy and Dillon made loud, passionate dear, but for the nearly office, dame just watched.

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