This is a short story that has been bouncing around in my brain for a while. It's a story of pure love, the kind few of us ever experience. As with everything I've written there's sex embedded into the tarradiddle, but only when it's an integral part of the plot. The story is always more important to me than meaningless gratuitous sex. I hope you enjoy. Senorlongo

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"The best laid plans…."That was just about all I could think. My wife Beth and I had planned our retirement for years and had everything ready for my sixty-second birthday. But Beth had been experiencing what she called minor occasional abdominal pain for more than a yr. She had pooh-poohed my requests that she see her doctor, claiming it was muscle spasm or maybe uterine fibroid tumor."They're nothing. You'll see."

fountainhead, of grade, they weren't"nothing."“ Nothing"turned out to be stage-four uterine Cancer by the time she saw her gynecologist. Uterine cancer is easily treated if you get to it early enough. Beth's cancer had spread through almost all of her organs by the time of her surgery. She lived for six to a greater extent days—nowhere near decent to tell her how much I loved her and how much I would omit her -- then I laid her to catch one's breath next to our son, Thomas, who had been killed while serving his country in Al-Iraq. As I stood there looking into the deep grave I realized that I was truly alone…alone for the first clock time in to a greater extent than thirty years. To evidence this storey correctly I have to go back, all the way to the beginning.

Albertus Magnus Cochran, III—who the hell tags a cognomen like that on an innocent infant ? My sadistic father and mother, that's who ; then they couldn't understand why I was in so many combat in unproblematic school and Junior high. Albertus, the first, had founded the house and my father had succeeded him. They were both high-energy attorney. I was supposed to meekly follow in their goliath stride, but I fooled them—my father, anyway.

Grandfather—never Grandpa or Papa—passed just before my eighteenth birthday, leaving me a cartel store that gave me an tolerance of $ 1,000 a month until my thirtieth birthday. I went to see an attorney the day he died to see on a legal subprogram then cut school on my birthday so I could go to court to get my public figure changed. From then on I was Bert M—no period, just like Harry S Truman—Cochran. My parents were white. They refused to speak with me and when I joined the U. S. Army instead of going to college I was disowned. I still had the trustfulness investment firm -- they couldn't touch that -- but everything else was gone. I didn't care even a footling. My childhood had been spent with nannies and at boarding school until I had intentionally flunked out. My mother was almost a total stranger. My father was even less.

I served six years in the United Department of State United States Army, reaching the social rank of Sergeant kickoff course of study, and it was the best metre I'd ever known. I'd seen action in Kuwait City and Iraq. Then I used the GI Bill to attend college—not my don's alma mater—a state university where I studied education and earth science. I was hired for a side in a heart school and, once again, my father viewed me as a unsuccessful person."Can't even teach in the big conference ; I guess you're not smarting enough for high school,"was the first thing he said at what was supposed to be a reconciliation meeting—my grandmother's funeral. I turned on my heels and walked away, never to riposte. Fuck him ! Fuck them all !

Truth was, I loved working with the younger kids and it showed. I never had a discipline problem and many of my students returned to the midsection school to verbalize with me after moving up. It was at that schooling, during my tertiary year, that I met Beth. She was a new instructor in the art section. We had lunch together during one-fifth period so we chatted along with the early teachers.

What turned out to be my hazard came when the science section decided that every student should do an experiment and enter it in a school-wide science fair. I wasn't terrified, but I was concerned. I knew absolutely zilch about art and even less about putting together an artistic presentation so I went to see her after school, my hat in my manus."Elizabeth ? assistance !"

I knew I'd need avail with her. She was drop-dead gorgeous—tall at 5'9"and slender with large succulent breasts, a narrow waistline and hip joint, but a unshakable round butt. Her haircloth was black as pitch and long—almost half-way down her back—and her eyes were the bright amobarbital sodium I'd ever seen. Did I mention that she was gorgeous ? She wore slacks most solar day, I guessed because of the pauperism to proceed around in class. Yes, she was a beautiful sexy woman while I was an ordinary man—six feet even and slender although I was still in first-class build after my years in the Army. My dismount brown hair was short—maybe an inch at most with no function and no gyre. It was a military cut that I kept because it was light to manage for. Hell…most times I cut it myself with a trimmer from Walmart.

I still call up the look she gave me. She put down the handful of clay she was carrying and turned to me with a strong welcoming smiling."What's the trouble ?"I explained and she laughed."I'm glad you're having this project otherwise you'd never have gotten around to talking to me."

"I talk to you."

"Yeah, at employment here or there when we're in the society of a dozen early teachers. I'll be glad to serve you, but there's a price."She laughed again when I gulped."You have to take me to dinner ; nothing fancy—pizza will do -- and you have to verbalise to me all evening."

"All eventide ?"

"okey, almost all eve. How about Friday night ? Do I have to cull you up, too ? Do I have to handle ?"She looked stern, but began laughing a s later. Soon I joined her.

"It's just that you're so beautiful and I'm just…."

"Isn't that for me to decide ? I understand that you served in the Army."

"Yeah, six years—four in Kuwait City and Iraq -- I couldn't see going to college when I graduated highschool schooling. Part of it was getting even with my asshole parents."I explained, starting with my preposterous figure which made her giggle, how I had changed it, and my parents'response."They had me down to be a lawyer from the day I was born, just as I was supposed to give ear Harvard. My Father-God went there, so did grandad ; me, I went to SUNY Stony brook. I gave up trying to please them when I was in junior high at boarding school. Sometimes I got wretched score just to aggravate them. I also wanted to get out of the boarding school they had sent me to and into public school."I looked at my lookout and noticed that I had been talking to her for Thomas More than an hour.
I'm sorry ; I didn't mean to proceed you so late."

"Am I a captive here ? I don't think so. Truthfully, this is the dear good afternoon I've spent since I came to work. My sept is from just south of Albany so I don't know anyone here. I come to cultivate. I go home, machinate deterrent example, eat, and go to bed. That's some life for a XXIII year old."

"Maybe you'd like to go to dinner tonight. I'll still take you out on Fri, but I feel a little guilty about ruining your afternoon."

"Ruining ? Would you come with me just a moment ? I need some help in my storeroom."She walked to the rear of the classroom and I followed. To my surprisal she closed the door then folded herself into my arms and kissed me. It was entirely unexpected, but I do recall responding. She stepped back a instant later, smiled, then moved back in for another, working her tongue into my backtalk, pressing those marvellous bosom into my bureau, and rubbing her privates into my thigh.

She broke the osculation, looked into my eyes, and suggested that we might get to dinner later…much later. Holding my hand she led me out of the closet to the classroom doorway. She still held me while she locked the doorway. There was not a one person to be seen, but even if there was we weren't doing anything untimely. We were both bingle and, while faculty Romance language weren't encouraged, they weren't against the formula either.

"How far is it to your place,"she asked me.

"Not far…about five miles east."

"Are we coming back this way for dinner ?"

"Yeah, if you don't nous there's a great pizza joint down in the village and a great sandwich shop, too."

"Sandwich ? I know I'm a chinchy date, but…a sandwich ?"

"You need to trust me."I led her to my hand truck and a minute later we were on the highway driving toward our destiny. I pulled into what had once been a farm lane and was still a specialise unpaved rutted drive. Luckily, after three twelvemonth I knew the emplacement of every one. I twisted and turned up what should experience been a true trip, stopping at utmost in front of a small one-story house. The cap formed a four-foot overhang, making a narrow covered porch that ran for the entire front of the building.

"Nice !"

"It's a hole, but it's cheap and it's private."

"Private, I like."Beth took my deal as I led her into the living room. There wasn't much, just the combination living/dining/kitchen surface area in the entire front of the theater with a short hall off to the left leading to the single bedroom on the right and toilet on the left.

"How on earth did you ever find this place ?"

"It belongs to the parents of a sometime student. I was chatting with the minor for a minute at the end of class one day my first yr and a student asked where I lived. I was in a boarding house—Mrs. McIntyre's—down in the Village. I told the kids it was okay, but not very common soldier. The next day I found a note in my mailbox asking me to telephone his parents. They offered the shoes to me and I moved in the side by side weekend. I've been here ever since."

"You are going to take me to bed, aren't you ? I've been waiting for this since the starting signal of school, but we can lecture about that later…after."I felt like a deer in the headlights as she led me to my own bedroom.

I may experience been a single man living on my own, but that didn't mean value that I was a slob. Habits learned under hard-and-fast Army subject field lasted a foresightful metre. Beth turned once she had reached the double bed and moved to me. We kissed again, her diffused plump brim pressing firmly into mine. Her kisses were the sweet-flavored and red-hot I'd ever had—her tongue the most active and wondering. I'd dated occasionally in senior high school school day. Losing my virginity to Ginny Porter early in my senior twelvemonth did wonder for my self-esteem. My experiences once I was in the Army were very unlike. I'd met a few local girls during my training in Lone-Star State, scoring More than half the meter. Once I was deployed my intimate electrical outlet were restricted to foliage which I usually spent in Eastern Europe—Prague and Budapest were my favorites where beautiful girls flowed like water. I was always heedful, using a prophylactic and getting tested for STD's regularly. The nature of my combat assignment meant that I was often away from large outposts for extended periods. None of my interactions with the Iraqi's were what one might call"friendly."

I never dated in college. For one thing I wanted to finish as quickly as possible, taking as many social class as I could possibly handle and attending between the veritable semesters, as well as summers. Truthfully, I found the antics of my"classmates"childish. Then I graduated and found a job teaching one-eighth grade world science in nearby Northport, a beautiful village on the compass north shoring of Suffolk County, Long Island. Even though I had only a single object lesson to cook every day, teaching is a lot of work—much more than nigh hoi polloi think. I socialized occasionally, mostly with other instructor from my schoolhouse. My sexual ministration came entirely from my right hand.

Beth took the initiative, breaking the candy kiss to remove my sweater and shirt. I responded by unbuttoning her blouse and dropping her slacks to her feet. I marveled at her breast. I couldn't believe that the flimsy material of her bra could be hard enough to hold them. They were bigger and firmer and big than I'd thought and they looked to be perfectly symmetric. Her nipples were extremely sensitive as I rolled and pinched them while she moaned in ecstasy.

I carefully laid her back onto the bed, covering her with my body. We kissed and held each other as I savored to softness of her staring skin against mine. Her hand found my putz laborious and prepare, oozing tricky pre-cum ; mine found her sex wet and hot."No foreplay, Bert—not today, not now. I'm so hot for you. Just take me and fuck me hard. Please ! I need you so badly. I'm begging you !"

I moved quickly between her pegleg. She helped me by raising her knee joint and wrapping her leg over my book binding. Between my pre-cum and her ambrosia I thought we'd have plenty of lubrication. My rooster found her entrance and I eased forward into her velvet bench vise. I was in maybe an column inch or so when I found impedance. My caput jerked up and I looked into her centre."You're a virgin ?"

"Yes…shameful isn't it ?"

"Maybe we should ill-use back and think about this. I don't want to smash what should be a exceptional occasion for you."

"Believe me, Bert—you'll make it special, not ruin it. Please…do me ; I'll explain everything later."She batted those foresightful eyelashes at me and I could see her desire and need in her eyes. She rubbed my balls then tightened her branch'grip on me. Her paw moved me back into her tunnel and she drove her hips up, ripping her hymen in a second. She was breathing hard as she moved up to meet me. If I didn't know better I would have thought her to be extremely experienced. She did everything right field as her hot closely pussy flexed around my poverty-stricken cock.

I know I'm not the longest cock ever seen—not by a longsighted shot. I'd guess I carry about six and a one-half inches, but I am unusually thick—almost two inches in diameter. several charwoman in Common Market had told me that's what really counts. Beth told me that she wanted it hard so I pounded her virgin snatch like it belonged to my mop up opposition. In my judgement I was taking no prisoners, but Beth apparently loved it. If I'd read her correctly she came twice before my tool erupted, bathing her womb with my slick baby juice.

"Oh shit,"I thought. I hadn't asked her if she was safe. This could attain for a very embarrassing situation at school. Beth must feature read my judgment because she smiled then whispered,"Not to worry ; I have an implant under my armpit. I have to tell you…it was well Worth waiting for—better than I ever dreamed. You probably think I'm a loose woman for fucking you before we even have a date."

"A slut ? No, anyone who's a virgin at 23 is no fornicatress, but I am mystified. Why me ? You know nothing about me."

She laughed until her body shook then spoke softly."Oh, but I do, Bert. I know almost everything about you. I've known for a hanker time -- age, in fact. I've known that you were named Albertus Magnus, but changed your name when you were eighteen. I've known that you defied your parents by going into the Army. I've known that you were deployed in Iraq where you were a sniper in particular force-out ... a very successful sniper, probably the best the regular army's ever had. I know you won a flatware star, a bronze champion, and a distinguished divine service cross for the instant battle of Al Basrah and you were injured twice, earning the purple Heart with an oak folio cluster."

I leaned back to take a finisher looking at at this womanhood. My business showed on my face. Had she been stalking me ?

"You probably think I'm a stalker, but I'm not. I know all of that and Thomas More from my dad. He knows you personally and you know him."I must take looked confused because she continued."What's my name, Bert ?"

"Elizabeth…Beth."

She was laughing and raising her brow when she said,"support going."

"okeh, Elizabeth I Walters."She raised one eyebrow as if to say,"Come on, dummy."I thought for a few instant before the unhorse went on."Oh my God ; John Major full general Mark Walters is your don ?"

"Yup…I'm a genuine army brat. Usually, there's a lot of sex between terror, but not when your dad is humble commander. Most boys were deathly afraid of me. Do you recall that we actually met when I ran into my dad's office ? You were a corporal then. I was in inviolable awe of you—a real war Cuban sandwich. All daddy did was sit behind a desk."

"I must throw been 20…about nine years ago. Did you have braids and braces then ?"Her huge grin told me she did.

She continued a bit later."I thought I recognized you the initiative time I saw you at predilection back in August—your haircut is variety of a game show -- and then Mr. Fazio introduced you as one of the most outstanding Lester Willis Young teachers in the school district. That's when I was sure…sure I wanted you to be my first…and more. I was so energize that I phoned dada as soon as I got house that afternoon. Incidentally, I live at that same boarding house. He had your jacket pulled and gave me all of the point. He liked you when you were under his command and he likes you now, based on what I've told him about you. Everybody at schooltime loves you. They all think you're an incredible instructor and an even just individual. I get a lot of your students every day and they're always so excited about your form. I hate to include it, but I've been pumping them for information."

She raised her head and kissed me again and again then pushed me off, rolled me over, and climbed onto my body. Rubbing those marvellous tits into my pectus did the job on me. I was hard again in a endorsement and into her incredibly nasty heaven an instant later. I had to chuckle as she began to rock. Hands on my articulatio humeri, Beth was working her clitoris like a madwoman for almost ten minutes."Not too tatty for an almost virgin,"I joked."You must make watched a lot of porn."

"I did…oh, God…oh God, but now that I have you…oh, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck !"She shook wildly as a serial of paroxysm ripped through her slender soundbox. Beth collapsed onto my pectus, her breathing rich and rapid as her orgasm slowly ebbed. I held her tightly, my hired hand roaming over her back and fanny, my still concentrated tool embedded deep within her. I wasn't going to cum…not so quickly after the first sentence, but that was O.K.. Just holding this improbable woman—feeling her incredible subdued skin -- was Thomas More than enough.

She must have lain on top of me semi-conscious for twenty arcminute, at least. A goofy smile greeted me when she sat up."I've read stories online and in ‘ Cosmo'about how slap-up sex could be, but none of them compare with what you've given me this afternoon."

"I think you had a lot to do with it. Just differentiate me that we're going to do it again."

"Is every day okay ?"I smiled. It sure as hell was. I didn't realize at the prison term, but Beth had made a hope she would keep for the rest period of her life.

We walked into the bathroom naked, my cock dripping semen and pussy juice, my new buff with gobs of semen running down her stage. We looked at each other and laughed then we pulled each other into an embracement that ended only when I turned on the water. The shower here was one of the theater's best features. It was located over an old bath on branch ; it was much bigger than tub are today. There was a exhibitioner drapery that ran 360 stage around the tub on an oval rod that hung from the ceiling. It was our start shower down together—the first of many to come.

Once we had dressed I drove Beth past school down into the village. At this hour there was no difficulty finding a parking spot right in movement of the Village Sandwich Shoppe. Holding her hand I walked up to the parry."Hi, Sal—how's the menage ?"

"Great, Bert ; Robert is doing really well in biota and succeeding class you'll have Maria, our vernal. All I have to do is convince Fazio to put her into your class. Who's your friend ?"

"Sorry…this is my friend, Beth Walters. She's a new art teacher."

"She looks like a real honorable ally from here."I refused to expel her script in spitefulness of his jibes."Rebel Rouser tonight ?"

I pointed to the sign that hung against the dorsum bulwark. Beth read the constituent and nodded."Two, Sal and can we feature some fountain Coca Cola with ice ?"

"Geez ! You always come in here and ask for Coke. You know damn well that we have Pepsi. Why you always got to break my balls ?"I just laughed the way I always did and led Beth to a box table.

"We go through that routine every metre I come in here, but you made a great choice with the Rebel arouser. It's my favored, by far."We made minuscule talk of the town and Beth asked about the science experiments the nestling would do.

I laid out my preliminary design for the students and she agreed with most of it, but did indicate introducing the presentation early on in the process. She lost me when she got into font flair and size of it, but assured me that she'd deal with that in her classes to corroborate me. We were well into our discussion when Sal brought our sodas and the sandwiches a few minutes later."My God, how am I supposed to eat all of this ?"I have to say—Sal always spoiled me. This ten-inch hero sandwich was supposed to have four cut of VA ham, four slice of joker breast, four fade of provolone and four of 1st Baron Verulam before being placed into the oven so the cheese would melt and conflate the sandwich together. Sal always gave me—and now Beth—double, and all because of what I'd been able-bodied to do with his son who had been an unimaginative scholar until he took my course. Then he learned to love science and it carried over to his early division, as well. He had gone from a"C"scholarly person to straight"A's."


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That was the get-go of my kinship with Beth. We saw each other every single day, expenditure time working on our lesson or grading tests at my old enameled steel kitchen board. We cooked and ate in almost days, making love every I eventide. Beth always left my place by 9:30 so she could get menage to the embarkation house. We spent every second of the weekends together, making love two, even three, times a day. We were always totally proper and master in schooltime, never revealing our admittedly relationship, and that's the way things stayed until the second hebdomad in January although I did go with her to see her parents and brothers over Christmas. It was either that or spend the holiday alone as I'd done every one of the past five years.

Her father welcomed me, giving me a big smile and a firm shake in greeting. Mrs. Walter hugged me. We talked for hours and that's when I learned that Beth had been an accident late in life story, but one they had never regretted. It was almost time for dinner party when Beth led me upstairs to her room. She laughed like hell when I asked where I was sleeping."Right here next to me, silly unless you'd prefer to be under me. Hmmm, now there's an idea I like."

"You mean…your parents know about us…what we've been doing ?"

"Of course—they're not like your parents. proceed in creative thinker that I am twenty-three and an adult who pays her own way. And, by the way, I expect you to do me every night and as many mornings as we can, too. I'll have to be hushed than usual, but that's okay as long just as we can make love."Damn—the memories I have even after all these class are just incredible. For Christmas I gave Beth a pendant—small diamonds shaped into a heart on a sterling silver chain. She gave me a warm woollen Cardigan Welsh corgi. I still wear that shopworn perspirer when I want to feel especially come together to her. She'll article of clothing that pendent until the end of time.


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I had read while in college that schools are"microcosms of smart set"which essentially means that whatever problems exist in the community will also be found in the schoolhouse. job of drug and alcohol insult sometimes manifested themselves in school, but the handsome problem was clearly divorce. divorcement exerted a dread devastating toll on kidskin. The bell on parents wasn't lots better.

The Peterson family had split up over the Christmas/New Year's break and Mr. Peterson understandably hadn't taken it well. His wife had served him with divorce papers and a restraining order on Christmastime Eve in what I thought at the time was an unnecessarily cruel act. He came to school on Wed, Jan 17th, in the hope of seeing his son for the first time in almost a month. Mrs Peterson, however, had brought a copy of the restraining order to the principal sum and the staff was under strict decree to enforce it. He went berserk when he was refused, running out to the hallway when threatened with the police if he did not vacate the school day grounds immediately. Instead of leaving, he pulled a handgun from his coat and ran into the nearest classroom which just happened to be Beth's.

I was walking down the dorm on my way to the office when I heard the commotion. Dottie, the master's secretary, summarized what had happened in a serial of long run-on sentences punctuated with long breathless pauses showing that she was obviously under a majuscule plenty of stress. All I knew was that the cleaning lady I loved was in sedate danger.

The constabulary were on their way ; I could hear the femme fatale in the distance, but anything—absolutely anything -- could happen before they had the situation under control. Everyone was trying to quell out of any line of fire, hiding either in interlock billet or schoolroom or behind furniture in the lobby—everyone, except me. I walked calmly into Beth's classroom. Mr. Peterson was there shaking as his arm was around Beth's neck opening, the shooting iron aimed carelessly at her question. The scholar cowered in their seats. Thomas More than one-half were crying.

Peterson spoke first, his voice cracking under the strain."Who're you ? What…what are you doing here ?"
I ignored his nervousness, speaking clearly and calmly in an attempt to defuse the situation."I'm Bert Cochran. I teach science here in the middle schooltime. You can use me as a surety, but you've got to let these minor go. You have too many surety here. confidence me ! You don't need XXV whiney kids here. They'll ride you crazy in a few minutes."I turned to the scholar."OK, kids get up and walk out quietly. sham you're in a fire drill. There are teachers outside to help you."

Students are conditioned to keep abreast purchase order. All of these students were also mine which helped a lot. Half of them were out the threshold before Peterson even reacted."What the hell are you doing ?"

"You will have a lot gentle fourth dimension dealing with the two of us than with those brats. I'm not going to consecrate you any problems. This is the adult female I love more than anything. I want to spend the quietus of my life with her so I'm going to cooperate fully with anything you say."I sat on a mesa, apparently relaxed as I tried to carry on a conversation with our"captor."

After about ten mo I had convinced him to let Beth sit. There was no need to strangle her. I could see how Beth was reacting. She was hyperventilating and close to fainting ; I had to get her out of here. Then it hit me. I slapped my leg."shit, I'm so stupid ! Your son is Danny Peterson, right ?"I continued once he had nodded."He's in one-eighth grade science with me and this is his lunch period. Beth, why don't you walk over to the cafeteria and play Danny back so he can see his dad ?"I gave her a little jog. She rose and walked slowly to the schoolroom door. A second later she was safe.

I turned my attention to Mr. Peterson."Would you mind pointing that gun in another direction ? I know you don't want to offend me, but I know guns…accidents can happen."

"Oh, sorry,"he said as he swung the barrel away. I had been sitting on the tabular array apparently relaxing, but I sprung into action in a New York minute. My forget hand went to his wrist, my right to his elbow. I pushed violently with the left and pulled with the rightfield. All of the strain went to the weakest part of his arm. His articulatio cubiti broke with an hearable snap. The pistol dropped from his useless handwriting and I caught it before it hit the floor.

Using my consistence for leveraging I pushed him against the wall while I ejected the magazine and racked the slide to afford the military action. I wasn't at all surprised when a chambered round fell to the floor. I wanted that, but first I needed to let the bastard know who was in ascendency."I'm going to bend down for that bullet. If you do anything stupid you'll be in a mankind of hurt. I could kill you and nobody would charge me."To emphasize my compass point I shoved his head into the paries. He stayed there while I retrieved the cartridge.

"okey, EVERYBODY,"I shouted."We're coming out. I have the pistol and all the bullets are in my pocket."Grabbing Peterson by the collar of his coat I pushed him out in presence of me. The first cop we met was about to wrench his arm behind his back, but I stopped him."Hold it ! His elbow is broken. He needs medical attention."Two officers led him away then I handed the weapon and ammunition to one of the remaining cops.

I had just fished the bullets out of my pocket when Beth rushed up to me, her blazonry wrapping around my consistency. She was bawling, her breath coming in gasps, her eubstance vibration as her emotions, barely held in check earlier, rushed to the surface. I pulled her head to my shoulder, holding her nigh and running my fingers through her tenacious lustrous hair."Oh Bert, I was so worried about you. I don't know what I would do if you were hurt."

"I'm okay. I just had to figure out a way to get you out of there…out of risk. That's all I was worried about."
Beth pulled back a bit, her eye looking into mine. She stared for just a moment as though looking all the way into my someone before asking,"Did you really think what you said in there ? That you make love me ? That you want to pass the rest period of your life with me ?"

I looked around. The lobby was filled with people—police policeman, our executive, to a greater extent than a dozen teachers, and Beth's entire family. This wouldn't have been my option for the time or place to profess my love for her, but it would have to do. I hesitated for a sec before replying."Well, I have to confess—I did secernate a few lies in there, but not about you. Yes, I do retrieve saying that and I meant every word, if you'll have me."I expected some kind of reaction, but it was even more than I had hoped for.

"YES ! YES ! YES ! beloved GOD…I love YOU SO MUCH, BERT !"

I was still holding her when one of our shared educatee, Jeremy Lane, yelled out,"Go ahead, Mr. C…kiss her."
"You know…that's the salutary idea you've had all year, Jeremy."I looked down at my bride-to-be and brought my rim to hers. We held the osculation for almost a arcminute as everyone applauded, even the cops. Then I was led out to an ambulance for a fast check-up.

They checked my origin pressure—109 over 60—and my pulse—58. My educatee were rule as was my breathing. The EMT looked amazed."How can you be so calm after all that ?"

"It's just the way I am. I get excited emotionally just like everyone else, but my body remains calm."That was all I said. Nothing more was needed. I could have told him that my slow pulsation and low ancestry pressure led me to success as a sniper, but it wasn't his business. I buttoned up my shirt, took Beth's hired hand, and returned to work. fountainhead, I tried, but as soon as we entered the building Beth and I were told that the school was closing early. Parents were being called and the buses were on their way. Our classes would be covered until they arrived. Mr. Fazio took us aside."You both need to go home base. demand as much time as you need. This was a harrowing experience and I know you're both under a lot of stress. I'm sure the constabulary will require a command, but I'll try to hold them off until tomorrow."Then, with a smiling,"I didn't have a clue you two were seeing each other and I don't think anyone else did either. felicitation !"I thought he was going to continue, but his eyes misted up and he walked away. Beth grabbed her coat from her classroom and we walked out to my truck.

"What about my car ?"

"Leave it. We can get it later if you want."I drove away, Beth's trembling mitt in mine. We reached my household about ten minutes later. I walked around the truck to open her door then led her into the sign of the zodiac. It was a common cold day and I had left my coat in my classroom. Even with her pelage Beth was visibly shaking. I had a fireplace, but used it only occasionally. Today would be the exclusion. I opened the flue pipe, started the flack and brought some small log in from the porch. A few minutes later the fire was roaring.

I had bought a glass screening with two threshold and a cetacean grate, essentially a set of vacuous brand pipes that held the flame and were connected to a blower fan. Once the fire was going I could start the fan and hot air would blow into the elbow room. It was decent to seduce the full room warm and toasty, even on the cold-blooded day. I brought a thick puff from the closet and laid it on the floor in front of the fireplace. Then I helped Beth out of her clothes. Once we were naked I lay next to her—holding, caressing, loving this incredible cleaning lady. I jumped up a minute later.

"I almost forgot."Running into my bedroom and back I held out what I thought was a beautiful halo. It was a large melanise pearl surrounded by a circle of infield in a 14-K yellow gold background."This was my grandmother's…my mother's mother—the only member of my family I ever spoke with. She left it to me when she died. I want you to let it. I'll buy you an conflict ring, too."

Beth took the ring."It's beautiful, Bert. Aren't you supposed to put it onto my finger ?"She held out the third base finger on her left helping hand and I slid it on. It fit perfectly as though it had been made for her."I don't want another ring, Bert except for a wedding circle. This is a tremendous ring. I love it."She leaned forward to kiss me. We held it for several hour until Beth climbed onto me. We had been lovers for almost three months. We knew each other's dead body well. Beth leaned forward, bringing her mamilla to my mouth. I loved suckling and nibbling her pap almost as much as Beth enjoyed my doing it.

In all our time together we had never engaged in viva sex. We'd talked about it heap of times and knew it would happen one of these Clarence Day when she wanted it. Truthfully, we were having too a great deal fun making bonk together. Today must get been the day because she spun around, presented her sweet snatch to me as she leaned forward to snog the swollen principal of my throbbing cock.

Next thing I knew, Beth was licking the entire airfoil of my organ and driving me wild with lust. My dick lurched up and down with every trace of her sass and tongue. I groaned as I moved up to breathe in Beth's inwardness. I'd smelled and tasted her before, but only on my fingers. There was something about her aroma that drove me crazy—as though it was ladle with pheromones that short circuited my nous. My natural language found her labia as I licked from her button all the way up to her rosebud. Over and over I licked until Beth was trembling. Then I invaded her tunnel.

I'd learned early on that Beth was extremely sensitive and receptive to vaginal foreplay whether with my shaft or my fingers, or—now—my tongue. She was the just woman I'd ever met who was able of vaginal orgasm. I easily brought her to her showtime orgasm and I hadn't even touched her clit yet. My glossa found that extra rough area just inside the top of her burrow. I knew I was getting to her when she began humping my mouth. Meanwhile, she was taking excellent care of me. I knew that she had never tasted semen so I also knew that I had to warn her when I got close-fitting and I was there now."Beth ! Beth, I'm going to…."And then I did. Beth somehow managed to lactate it down her throat. She released me, kissing the ruby imperial caput before turning around to place her pass on my shoulder.

We lay there in the warmth of the flack relaxing…recovering. Eventually, Beth spoke."I can't believe that you risked your sprightliness for me. You're so brave. No admiration I love you so much. pa used to express mirth at my calf love, telling me that cypher would ever amount of it. Who do you call back is laughing now ?"

"That reminds me ; you need to phone your family line. You need to order them that we're engaged and also that you're okeh. That panorama with Peterson is trusted to hit the John R. Major news program channels and I'm positive that we'll be named. I'm surprised the press hasn't already tried to thrum a path to my doorway. The schooltime territory won't release any data and I don't have a regular phone so there's no listing. Of course, they could get the address from the DMV or plug-in of Elections."I reached for my slack water and passed the phone to my dear.

I'll never forget how she opened the call."Hi, Mom—it's your intermeshed daughter calling."We both laughed when her female parent failed to pick out what she had said."Didn't you hear me, Mom ? I'm engaged. Bert and I are going to be married."She waited for a few sec while her mother responded."It happened this morning and that's another reason why I'm calling. Bert saved me and XXVI of my students from a man who had taken us hostage."Beth went on to recite her mom everything. Okay…not quite everything—she didn't mention that we were naked in front of a fire in my living room -- but almost. They spent more than half an hour talking and then her dad joined in.

Beth had just ended the margin call when I had an entry. It was from the constabulary. I made arrangements to meet with them early this good afternoon for our statements. We were at the precinct for more than than an hour and met with the metier in the meeting elbow room. I was more than volition to mouth about the incident and even my career in the Army which was mostly world information anyway, but I clammed up in a hurry when they wanted details on our relationship."We became engaged right after I captured Mr. Peterson. That's all you really need to know."Grabbing Beth's manus we thanked them and left, walking to my truck.

I restarted the fire and we climbed naked back onto the comfort. We lay there quietly, caressing and loving each former. I was comfortable with the silence, but Beth spoke."I liked what we did, Bert. I don't understand why your penis is so soft and smooth on the remote and so severely inside. I love the head ; it's so spongy. Do you have sex why ?"

"I guess there's some reason, probably tied into evolution."

"Was it okay for you ?"

Beth was so sincere, but I couldn't help myself."Was it ‘ okay ?'No."She looked so hurt until I smiled."No, Beth, it wasn't OK, but it was fantastic…incredible…and absolutely wonderful—just like you."

She had her"exasperated"expression on her face as she said,"Bert !"Then she smiled and leaned down to kiss me. She spoke again once she had broken it."There was only one thing I didn't like. How can you brook getting whisker in your mouth ?"

"I never really thought about it, to be honest."

"I have been thinking. I want to do it again, but do you think we could knock off ? I'd do you and then you could do me."She had that same goofy smile on her human face when she was done.

I definitely wanted more blow occupation, but…."You know that I sometimes go to the gym. What would I say if someone sees me in the exhibitioner or locker room ?"

"Why not tell them the truth ; that your girlfriend…I mean value, fiancée…doesn't like hair in her mouth ?"

"You know…some of these cat will probably know you."

"So ?"Beth stood and pulled me up with her. next thing I knew we were in the bathroom. Beth used a pair of scissors grip to bring down my pubic hair really conclude then placed a hot towel over my pubic sphere."Don't worry, Bert. You know how lots I love these things. I think I'm going to go down on your balls into my mouth once they're bare."

"Damn,"I thought."Now there's an incentive !"Five hour later I looked down to see something I hadn't seen since I was eleven. Beth applied some of her scented body lotion then stood on the towel and I took upkeep of her. Then she rewarded me by taking me back to bed.

We stayed there for more than an hr and, had I known what having my balls sucked on would feel like, I would have shaved them a longsighted, long time ago. We dragged ourselves up from the bed and drove down to the Village Sandwich Shoppe for dinner party. This time Sal refused to take my money."The level is all over townspeople, Bert. You're a damned torpedo and I understand that Beth is a bit Thomas More than a good friend now. Congratulations !"He came around the counter to shake my hired man and hug us. Before long all of the other patrons joined him. I was totally embarrassed. I was sure my face was beet red.

Beth stayed overnight at my house after picking up a change of clothes and we returned to turn the following dawn. I was embarrassed again at the reception I was given. The teacher applauded when we walked into the chief part. The kids applauded in the hallway and in each of my course of study. I didn't concern about that. I was worried about Danny Peterson. He was in my one-sixth period class right after luncheon so I arranged for him to be called to the federal agency at the beginning of lunch. I closed the door when I saw him in the office with Mr. Fazio, the corpus."Danny, are you okay ? I'm really sorry that I had to hurt your dad."

"It wasn't your flaw, Mr. C. Mom threw him out because he was always tope and he hit her when he was. He even hit me when I tried to stop him. It was hard to make Christmas without him, but it had to be done. He punched me and my little babe, too."

"Are the other kids giving you a hard clock time ?"

"No, they're okay."I shook his handwriting and led him over to the cafeteria where I cut the bank line and bought him dejeuner. A calendar week later we were back to formula.

Then, a week later on Fri morning Beth walked into school and I could see that she was upset."It's Mrs McIntyre, Bert. She's dead…heart attack Monday afternoon. Her children want to sell the house. They're going to quetch all of us out."

"well, I think you should travel in with me. We can get hook up with soon."

Beth just shook her head and laughed."Men ! You have no idea. We'll be lucky to get married in June."Then she ticked off about thirty things that had to be done—things I would never experience thought about.

fountainhead, we did get married the last Sabbatum in June and spent a calendar week in Bermuda on our honeymoon. I had always been thrifty—okay, maybe cheap would be a best verbal description -- so I had solid investments that I used to buy us a tangible house. I enjoyed the footling farm house, but it was no place to kindle a household and Beth and I agreed that we didn't want to wait. She had her engraft removed two workweek before the wedding.


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The wedding itself was deluxe. What else would one bear for the alone daughter of a highly decorated general ? There were more than three hundred guests—twenty-four from schoolhouse, not even one from my family, four from my summer job, and the eternal sleep either Beth's relatives or associates of her renowned founder. It was held in a huge cathedral upstate. We were both Catholic so we had to endure an integral Mass. I had stopped participating while in the Army. It's strong to believe in a God when you spend every day killing and I was especially proficient in that regard.

We had just taken Al Basrah in southern Iraq and a counterattack from the republican Guard was a possibility. In venom of that, almost all of the scout troop and all of the army tank and artillery had already left the urban center en route to another farther North. We had fewer than a hundred men remaining—nothing more than a skeleton crew, mostly supply personnel office, and nowhere near enough to hold off a watch attack. My discoverer and I had taken station on the roof of the high building still standing. I had my Barrett .50 caliber M82, the ok sniper rifle ever made in my opinion and five thousand unit of ammunition of ammunition. The heavy .50 caliber smoke had a muzzle velocity of 2,799 feet per s, more than two and a half sentence the hurrying of sound. By the fourth dimension you heard the study you were dead.

My lookout Dan picked up movement to the east as the sun rose—smart movement, at least it would make been if my scope hadn't been specifically equipped to deal with the spotlight and brightness level of the sun. With most of our combat troops gone I knew it was up to me to defend off any onrush until reinforcer could get in. I began shooting at 1800 meters, just over 1.1 miles—actually at the limit of the effective range of the rifle. Mostly the starting time three were ranging shots—shots I used to aid watch the effect of the wind which was trifling that morn. I mowed down more than a hundred over the adjacent four hours. They tried to near in hand truck and their equivalent of a landrover, but a .50 bore bullet will destroy a radiator and even dismount or crack an full locomotive block of almost any vehicle.

When they moved a tank up to the line I was able-bodied to conform the ammo belt so I could fire a few tracers—bullets made with a small pyrotechnic electric charge built into the rocket so I could see it all the way to the target. On a auto gun every fifth rhythm is a tracer. That's the only way to see exactly where you're kindling, although in my case I could tell by the megabucks of dead Iraqi's in the sand. Aiming carefully and squeezing the trigger slowly as I exhaled I was able to displace the for the first time tracer into the petite expansion slot the device driver used to look forward. The .50 calibre bullet is so deadly that it will cover moving at deadly speed even after passing through a person's body. Apparently, that was what happened here because the tank car blew up only a 2d after the heater had entered. I surmised that the hot round must have ricocheted into one of their carom cuticle in the magazine. Once one goes the sleep follow in an split second. The blowup was so violent that the tank's turret flew more than L invertebrate foot into the air surrounded by the flames from the explosion. Their approach evaporated to a lesser extent than a minute after the gun enclosure fell burning into the sand. Dan's formal report the surveil morning confirmed 117 kill plus the tank and its crew. Our reinforcements also found three trucks loaded with ordinance and another filled with diesel fuel hidden behind the sand dune in addition to the four vehicles I'd damaged. The enemy never came within 1500 cubic yard of our military position before they lost heart and retreated. I was credited with stopping their progression and given the Distinguished Service crossbreeding a month later. A calendar month after that my tour of duty was up. The Army wanted me to re-enlist, but I was burned out. I'd had enough of killing. Now I wanted to help establish life sentence not destroy them.

I recall standing by the altar with Dan as my best man while General Walters walked slowly forward with Beth on his arm. It had been decided over my objection that the men in the hymeneals party would wear dress uniform, the mess apparel uniform to be precise. General Walter had one, of course, as did his three sons—all officers -- but mine, and Dan's, had to be custom made with the insignia of our former ranks. I even supplied all of my service ribbons and a leaning of the commendations I had received. I was pleased to see that I had various that weren't on any of their jackets—the DSC and the Expert-Rifle and Pistol citation, the highest ranking of what was Sir Thomas More commonly known as a sharpshooter's medal.

Beth was ravishing beautiful, so beautiful that one look and I was prepare to ravish her. Her gown was strapless and form-fitting with diminutive drop sewn into the bodice. Her cleavage was even more enticing than usual. Her longsighted black whisker was pulled back into a French braid. I still remember exactly what I whispered to her when I took her hand from the general—"You're incredible…beautiful. You look good enough to eat."

Beth giggled then whispered back,"THAT will take to wait. We should move. Everyone's looking at us."

"Let them wait -- besides I'm moderately sure they're looking at you. You're absolutely breathtaking."She kissed my cheek, squeezed my hand and we turned toward the priest. An hour later we were in the limousine on the way to our fabulous reception. At various times I was introduced to the Secretary of the army as well as several other dignitaries—a couple of congressmen and a senator -- I forgot almost immediately. They all claimed to bang me—my service record book, anyway. Premium booze flowed like water and the food was great, too. just of all was Beth. former than the dance with her father and mine with her mother, she never left my side. I knew I was the favourable man on the planet.


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We flew that evening from Albany to JFK in New York where we spent our honeymoon nighttime in an airdrome hotel before catching a plane to Bermuda. We made the most beautiful sleep with off and on for minute until Beth and I were exhausted. It was the first time that Beth offered me her ass. Of track, I was terrified that I'd hurt her, but she promised to tell apart me if she did. She laughed as she told me,"I've been practicing with cucumbers. It's gruelling to line up one that's just the right size of it and shape."All that practice paid off. The experience was intense—our orgasms were to die for. We fell immediately into a deep sleep until our wake-up call at 6:00 the take after morning.

We spent a week frolicking in the warm clear ocean and making Sweet sexual love every morning, every eventide, and most afternoon's, too. We had a honeymoon software system that entitled us to attend to the nightly complimentary cocktail company where we quickly learned to bonk rum puncher. There was nightly local amusement and we even tried our deal at the hotel's executive golf course. We sucked, but we had a attack, all the same.

Once Beth lost her virginity she seemed to make up for lost metre. Now that we were married there was absolutely cipher that was off the table—any form of sex and any position. But, first, we attended to the important business at hand—impregnating my terrific wife. Her doctor had told us that she might not become fertile again for several months…or it could be a subject of calendar week. There was no way of telling. Beth was taking no hazard. We had made love life every day since our initiatory encounter with one exception—the night before our wedding when she stayed with her parents while I was in a nearby motel.

Something must have worked because Beth was pregnant by the time we returned to shoal in Sep. I was thrilled, but her parents were rapt. None of Beth's three older blood brother were married so this would be their foremost grandchild. Unfortunately, Beth miscarried just after Xmas. I was glad that I was home with her when she awoke with pain in her abdominal cavity and origin oozing from her vagina. I rushed her to the hospital where her Dr. confirmed the bad tidings. We were devastated, but we agreed to try again.

We did and four month later Beth was significant again. This time her doctor suggested she spend the final four calendar month of her term in bed. We agreed and Beth took emergency brake medical parting. We weren't worried about money. I had turned thirty on September 1st and had gone to my Father of the Church's office right after school to bless the necessary paperwork to find my inheritance—Grandfather's reliance investment firm. Of course, I expected trouble from him so I brought my own attorney, the one man who had bested my father in court many times—his archway foe, Seymour Richmond. Beth and I had walked in holding hands and, not surprisingly, my father opened with a string of insults."So, is this some bimbo you picked up on the beach ? Or maybe you found her walking some street belated lastly nighttime ?"

I remained serene, but my eyes were steel and my spirit was icy as I replied."You wouldn't know because you obviously weren't invited—not that you ever would be -- but this is my wife, Beth. She's an art instructor in my school. I'm sure you've heard of her father—Major General marker Walters. By the way, do you have any idea what I did in the Army ? I was a sniper, and a damned honest one. I could put a bullet train into your eye at a thousand chiliad, gentle. I'll do it, too if I ever hear you insult my married woman again."Then I saw my father do a double yield. I smiled for the first clock time since entering his federal agency. Sy Richmond was here."I think you already know my attorney. hello, Sy—how are you ?"

"Looking forward to pummeling your father once again ; I tell you, Bert -- some mornings I really relish getting up on the untimely incline of the bed."I had anticipated my father creating some barricade in the way of my inheritance and I wasn't disappointed. I had brought Sy along as my policy policy. He would experience done it for nothing, but I paid him anyway. They had sparred for more than an hour when Sy placed a outcry on his cell. Five bit later an attractive young madam entered the conference room, walked up to my sire, and announced,"You are served."

"What the nooky is this ?"

"Bert is suing you for fifty million dollar mark for denying him his inheritance…his sound right field. follow on, Bert—no sense in wasting any to a greater extent meter here. We have a appointment with Judge Peters Tuesday break of the day. I'll be matter to in hearing what you have to say to Peters, Albertus. Why don't I take you two lovebirds to dinner ?"Beth laughed and I joined her. We laughed even harder when my father slammed the conference room door in frustration.

I spoke to Mr. Fazio Monday morning to tell him why I would be late on Tues. The hearing was scheduled for 8:30 so I was hoping to be back at school by tiffin time. Beth and I talked and we agreed that I'd go alone. There was no real number cause why Beth should miss prison term from her students.

It was a pleasure watching my Padre squirm in front of Judge Peters. Sy had an official transcript of my grandpa's will and the language couldn't have been clearer. Additionally, there were the track record of my monthly thousand dollar sign stipend and my official giving birth certificate. I knew that cock hated my founding father and with good cause. He'd caught dear old dad in a lie—presenting simulated evidence—that had led to a six month suspension of his license and a conviction for disdain of court. The hearing lasted LE than thirty minutes.

I received the wide-cut amount—what had been twenty dollar bill million twelve years ago and was now just over forty. I didn't get any money from my lawsuit, but the judge did make my Padre pay my lawyer's bills. I thought that was just perfect.

Having a lot of money was reassuring, but we still wanted to continue teaching. People complain about having to work, but I had always found that work gave my liveliness substance. I had defended our nation while in the U. S. Army and now I helped mold young thinker, besides I'd be bored out of my mind if I didn't have a reason to get out of bed betimes. Beth agreed with me right up until the Doctor of the Church sent her to bed. worse than the boredom, Beth was enraged that we were not able-bodied to make love.

I hired a nurse to occur in every morning at 7:30 until 4:00 when I was sure enough to be home. I cooked dinner every night except those when I brought in—either Chinese or Italian or Hellenic language. We always ate in bed, using special mesa with groundwork that slid under the bed."I hate this, Bert, but I love you."That's what she said almost every night.

My reply was almost always the like, too—"It's a little Leontyne Price to pay for your safety and for the safety device of our child."Then I'd kiss her and defy her in my weapon. I'd carry the dishes to the kitchen, put them into the dish washer and put out the shabu. Then Beth and I would shower down and retort to bed to watch TV or meet cards or a board game. Ever play strip show crib ? We did at to the lowest degree once a week.

Beth was due sometime during our Spring time out in April. I knew she was looking forward to having the baby, if only so she'd be able-bodied to summarize her normal activities. She went into travail in the wee 60 minutes, her first muscular contraction coming at 2:16 a.m. Her loud groan scared me until I realized what was happening. I recorded the prison term in my preeminence pad and did everything I could to comfort my love. I told a few jokes and even sang a few strain. Beth couldn't assistance but jape. I couldn't sing for shit and we both knew it.

We had discussed everything with Beth's doctor so an time of day later I phoned his inspection and repair and also a private ambulance. We were at the hospital by 5:00 that morn. Our son Thomas Mark -- named for Beth's grandad and father, was born at 11:17 that morning, but not until Beth had struggled mightily. There was a problem with the saving and the doctor decided at the last minute to take the infant by C-section. Because of the problems she'd experienced Beth decided to have her thermionic tube tied. She cried when she made that conclusion, but all I cared about was her wellbeing. We had one fry and we had each former. That was more than enough for me.

However, Beth had early ideas. Tom had just turned two when I returned home after school to find my wife holding him and beaming, that Lapp goofy smile showing her perfect teeth."I had a great melodic theme today."

"Let me guess—you want to adopt a child."I leaned down to kiss my scale shocked wife on her lips.

She responded as always then looked up to me and asked,"How ?"

"It wasn't so hard. I know you and I can see what a wonderful mother you are. So…tell me exactly what you're thinking."And she did ; all told we talked for more than an hour—so long that we wound up at the sandwich shop for a couple of insurrectionist Rousers. Beth got to work on on the adoption the very next day.
Unlike nigh duo, we didn't want an baby and we didn't charge about race or sex. In fact, we preferred to take a nestling that others didn't want. No kid should feel unwanted. We flew through the preliminary interviews—together at first at the mixer serve office then separately at home. I took Tom out to the Mungo Park during Beth's audience. Finally, the three of us met with the sociable doer, again in our nursing home. I sat on the floor with Tom, minding him while participating as ripe I could. I just hoped it would be undecomposed enough.

Apparently it was because we were asked to conform to at social services again late on a Tuesday good afternoon. They had a child—a miss who was two eld old and the product of an interracial relationship. Her E. B. White Church Father regularly beat his black wife and even struck the daughter until Child Protective serving removed her from the nursing home. ‘ She's deathly afraid of men,"the societal worker told us."Would you like to conform to her ?"Of course of instruction, the solvent was yes.

She was the most beautiful child I'd ever seen. Her skin was the people of colour of mocha coffee and her face was a perfect oval, surrounded by crisp black hair. She cowered behind the prole until I sat on the story."Do you like Babar,"I asked, pulling a Christian Bible from my bag. Tom climbed into my lap, but Aaliyah was hesitating."Why don't you find a place where you'll be comfortable,"I suggested."Then I can learn the history and I'll show you the pictures. She found a billet about ten feet away. I read the account, pointed out the pictures to Tom and turned the Scripture to Aaliyah so she could see them. Soon she was six human foot away then four and before I finished the Quran she was in my lap with Tom. We repeated the same kind of visit later in the workweek and on Saturday Beth and I took Aaliyah, Tom, and the social worker out for ice cream. She let me hug and kiss her when the visit was over. When the worker asked if we would take her we answered immediately—YES ! We bought some chamber furniture that afternoon and had it delivered Monday good afternoon. I took a personal day on Wednesday so I could turn a Father of the Church for the second time. Beth and I were thrilled, but apparently not as much as Tom. Holding her hand he led Aaliyah to her room.

I won't Tell you that there weren't any challenges, because there were. For one thing, Aaliyah had never slept in a unconstipated bed and, like every former kid, she was afraid of falling. We solved that trouble with a few chairs from our dining elbow room. Aaliyah was also field to incubus. Either Beth or I always responded immediately, soothing her by rocking her in a chair that had been handed down from Beth's grandparents. It always put her right wing to sleep.

We put Tom and Aaliyah into nursery school when they reached three. It was only a half-day program, but it did wonderment for their social growth. At four they knew the ABC and identification number, even some simple adding and subtracting, and recognized a surprising issue of Logos. Both were tested prior to kindergarten and we were astonished by Aaliyah's intellect. Tom had scored well, but Aaliyah was off the chart.

Once they were in schooltime Beth asked if we could adopt another. We agreed on an older child—one who had piddling hazard of being adopted due to age. We welcomed Francois Jacob, a black boy, into our phratry. His schooling had been sketchy, but he picked up everything quickly and was soon well into competition with his sibling. I must say we attracted a lot of care at the moving picture or in a restaurant—white parents, a pitch blackness son, a half-black daughter, and a Patrick White son. Personally, we couldn't have been prouder.

Tom seemed to have inherited the best each of us had to offer. He had my analytical mind, but Beth's good looks and coloring. He also had her esthetic ability, but from the age of four he only wanted one thing—to attend and alumna from the United land Military academy at West pointedness. Tom was an splendid student, graduating near the top of his class and was an outstanding member of the football and track teams. It was a majestic consequence when he was nominated for the Academy and a prouder one when he graduated, again near the top of his class. He stayed at the honorary society for alumnus work then reported for active duty.

Aaliyah entered a six-year medical program, combining her undergrad and medical schoolhouse studies. It was an extremely arduous plan, but our daughter was an salient student, valedictorian of her luxuriously school class with Tom only a few blank space behind her.

Jacob had graduated six eld earlier and had been accepted at Stony brook State University, the same university I had attended. Jacob's goal was to turn a teacher, following in the stride of the people he recognized as his loving parents. He wasn't the bookman his siblings were, but we were just as proud of him as we were of Tom and Aaliyah.


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We were back in the Middle East—Afghanistan and Iraq this time—when Tom was deployed. Beth was beside herself with anxiousness and fear. zero I tried would lull her and in the end her veneration proved to be prophetic. Tom was one of many in a long convoy in Iraq. He was in the next to conclusion truck when it struck an IED. Why his truck and not one of the 17 that preceded it ? There was no answer. Tom could get been buried in Arlington or even the subject burial site in Pinelawn, Long Island, but Beth wanted him nearer to us. He was interred in a plot I had bought for Beth and me. Beth and I were distraught, but Aaliyah was devastated. She and Tom had been extremely close and under other context we thought they might have become a couple. However, they were more like Twin. That's how close they really were.

It was a hard fourth dimension for both of us, but we still made prison term for each former every single day. We made do it even on our drear day. Beth had told me that it gave her ease she was ineffectual to find any other way. We began our relationship making eff every day and we continued the same way right up until Beth became ill. Now I was alone, but I decided to follow through on our plans to locomote the United States aimlessly by day and tell her all about it every nighttime. That's how I found myself two months later in Hugo Wolf Point, MT.

I parked in the lot at the William Tecumseh Sherman Inn where I'd made a arriere pensee hold out dark. Once in my room I removed my favorite perspirer from my suitcase and draped it over my shoulders. Then I sat in an upholstered chair and told Beth all about my day just as I had done every day since leaving home. This was my pet time—the time I felt close-fitting to Beth, but also the time I felt most alone. I usually finished my ritual in tears and today was no exception.

It was almost seven that night when I walked out to check on the car before dinner party. I never saw the old man."Can you spare a horse, Mister. I haven't eaten in almost two days."I turned around quickly to find a wizened old man with pelt like wrinkled leather standing before me. He was short, probably not more than 5 understructure 4 in and flimsy, although that was hard to tell because of the lousy raincoat and sloppy blue jean he wore. His hair was ashen as snow, but unkempt and his face looked as though he hadn't shaved in a week.

"If I give you money you'll probably buy some cheap wine and get drunk, so no money…but I will buy you dinner. It will be a pleasant alteration to have company. number with me."I led him back into the Inn and we walked into the restaurant together."tabular array for two, please,"I told the hostess. She looked at me as though I was crazy so I grabbed two card and led my fellow traveller to a booth.

A few minute of arc later the coach of the hotel rushed to join us."Mr. Jacqueline Cochran, you are welcome to dine here, but this man smells and he's filthy. He has to go. I'll telephone the law, if necessary."I rose and bade my associate to link me. Five minutes later I had booked him a elbow room. While he showered I went out to buy him a new shirt and yoke of denim, socks, underwear, and sneakers. We returned to the eatery less than an hour later. The manager was furious, but there was nothing he could do. We returned to the Saami booth we had been forced from just an hour ago.

The first thing I did was introduce myself."I'm Bert."

"Um…you can call me Simon."We shook hands and ordered drinks. I had iced tea ; he ordered a draft beer."Don't you drink, Bert ?"

"I did when I was in the regular army, probably too much, but when I became a instructor I saw how many category had been destroyed by alcohol. Other than our honeymoon neither my wife nor I drank."

"Where is she now ?"

"In Shangri-la ; she passed a bit more than a month ago. I can't recite you how much I miss her. It was our dream to thread around the country together until we had gone everywhere and done everything. Now I'm doing it alone, but I tell her everything I've done and seen as soon as I've checked into my hotel. I have an old cardigan she gave me on our first Christmas together more than thirty years ago. I put it on and blab with her.
Are you a local here ?"

"Here ? No, I come from a far off place and I travel around quite a lot—not quite like you, but I do fit a lot of interesting people…like you. There aren't many people who would have got gone as far as you did to help a number stranger."

"It wasn't that big a deal. I don't like to see people bullied by those who think they have a piffling authority. Everyone has a right wing to eat. I doubt that he's ever missed a meal."

"How about you ? You ever miss a repast ?"

"plentifulness of times when I was in the Army ; it never killed me."

"What did you do in the ground forces ?"

"I killed people and I was good at it…too good. I was a sniper back when Iraq invaded capital of Kuwait. I did my duty, but I hated it."

"I know."

"Pardon ?"

"I meant to say that I can realise how you felt. There are passel of multiplication I've had to do thing I hated to do."

The waitress returned with our drinks and we turned our attention to the menu. I ordered a big ribeye steak, mass medium rare, with a baked white potato and a salad with bleu Malva sylvestris salad dressing. I wasn't all that hungry, but I wanted to set a tone for my guest. I was pleased when he ordered the same.

We had an amiable meal then I walked with him back to our rooms. We were at the cover of the inn where the only noise came from the crickets. I was about to say right night when Simon stopped me."You're a good guy, Bert—probably the best I've met in a very foresighted time. I want to give you something…something that's incredibly valuable."

"No, Simon…you don't have to fall in me anything. Dinner was my pleasure."

"No, you don't understand. This is something you can use, maybe even something you need."He pulled a low flask from his pouch."It's body of water, Bert, but special piddle. This is piddle from the fount of Youth."I started to express mirth, but he continued."How old do you think I am ?"

"I don't know. 75 ? fourscore ?"

"I know that's how I look, but you've missed by several hundred years. And no…I'm neither crazy nor delusional. I dreamed about support forever and I got my wish, but now I'm done. Everyone I knew and loved died centuries ago. I wander the earth like Marley's touch in ‘ A Christmastime Carol.'I've had more than enough. Now I want to die. That's the only way I'll get peace."

"If it's so bad, why give it to me ?"

"Because you don't want to subsist forever and you deserve to have a irregular chance at happiness. Please…take the flask and drink one and only one capful tonight before going to sleep. One capful a year is all you need. How old are you, Bert ?"

"Sixty-two."

"You'll be in your too soon mid-thirties when you wake up in the morning."I had my question, but I took the flask. It was full-of-the-moon and it looked like there was enough to finish fifteen or twenty year. I shook Simon's hired man and returned to my room where I showered again, used the crapper and brushed my dentition. Finally, I took a capful of the water and climbed into bed, my sweater covering my pectus as I pulled the mantle over my body, falling asleep in seconds.


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I usually slept soundly, but this night I was plagued by weird dreams—so Weird that I was relieved when I awoke the abide by sunup. Stretching as I sat up I moved to the toilet, but stopped once I was in front of the mirror. Turning on the visible radiation I took a nigh smell at my look and organic structure. My grey hair was luminousness brown again and my ruckle face was smooth. My body was toned again as it was when I first met Beth. I could see my chest and abdominal muscle brawniness as well as those in my ramification. I couldn't believe my eyes.

I used the toilet, washed and shaved, finishing by brushing my teeth then I dressed and rushed out the doorway where I turned left walking to the elbow room I had rented for my acquaintanceship. I was surprised to see the drapery open and the bed made as though the room had not been used at all. I moved up to the glass to peer inside. There was no sign that anyone had been in the room. Even the towels were exactly as mine had been when I first entered my room yesterday afternoon. I turned around and walked briskly to the lobby where I asked the clerk who had been in room 115 last night. She checked the computer then told me,"Nobody…the room wasn't rented endure night."

"But…I rented it for mortal I met in the parking lot. I have the receipt here in my wallet."Pulling it from my air pocket I checked where I always keep the day's receipt. I found mine easily enough, as well as the charge ticket stub from dinner, but not Simon's room receipt. Turning around I walked into the restaurant. My face must have shown my surprise when I saw the same manager on duty.

"alibi me, sir ; do you remember me from cobbler's last night ? I ate here with some hobo…you kicked him out until I was able to clean him up ? Remember ?"

"I'm sorry, but you're mistaken. I'm the day coach. I had yesterday off and only reported this sunrise at seven. Are you feeling okay ? I could call a topical anesthetic Doctor if you wish."

"No…thanks, but…."

"Would you like breakfast ?"

"No…I don't seem to be very hungry. Thank you."I turned around and walked back to my elbow room. This whole office was getting weirder and weirder. I was beginning to call into question my own saneness. Then I saw her. I ran across the parking lot, yelling,"Beth…Beth."The woman turned so I could see her profile and I knew it was her. She had the same long lustrous black fuzz, the Lapp shining blue optic, and the same fantastic body. I had just reached her when she turned around to confront me.

"self-justification me, but what did you send for me ?"

"Beth…either you're my wife or you're her precise twin."

"I'm sorry, but I must be the latter. I'm Jessica Landry. I've lived here all my life and I don't think we've ever met. I work here summertime to help with my tuition fee at Boise land. Is there something else I can help you with ?"

"No…I'm sorry to own bothered you. I'm just so confused. You look just like my wife, but she's all in. She died exactly ten weeks ago today."

"Oh…I'm so sorry."I thanked her and walked back to my room. What the perdition was going on ? Had I lost my judgement since yesterday ? Once in the room I packed my travelling bag, checked out and labor aimlessly down the main road. An time of day later I felt suddenly tired so I pulled off the road for a short nap.

I must have been dreaming because I did see Beth as clear as day."Welcome, my darling Bert. I've missed you so often. I can't wait to carry you and kiss you and make love to you again."Then she did ; she held and kissed me and we made the most incredible love for hours as we came together five multiplication. Beth lay exhausted on my chest as we fell asleep together again. I never thought this would ever happen again.


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It was after three in the afternoon when Jessica wheeled her cart to elbow room 113. That fucking Maria hadn't make out to sour again and Jessica had been forced to cover her rooms. Working as a maid was wearisome, but it paid reasonably well and was unwavering. All the same, this was the third time in a week that she'd had to guide overtime because of Maria, time she needed to work on her online courses from capital of Idaho State.

Check-out was at 11:00 so she was surprise to see the"Do Not Disturb"card still hanging on the doorknob. She opened the threshold and stepped inside, using the golosh wedge to hold the doorway open while she worked. The way was dark until she pulled the mantle back and opened the subterfuge to let the bright good afternoon sun into the room. Jessica was taken completely by surprisal when she saw the man lying silently in the bed."Sir ? Sir ?"She touched his arm and shook it, but got no response so she touched his cheek. His skin was cold to the feeling and she somehow knew immediately that he was abruptly. Jessica turned and ran out, praying that the day manager hadn't yet gone home. She never noticed the pocket-size lean man in the foul raincoat measure into the elbow room as she left.

"You're a grand man, Bert. I'm sure your wife will secernate you all about the Fountain of Youth. I wished for interminable life sentence. You wished to be with your married woman. I wished poorly. I want to die, but I can't. You wished well. I wish you all the best, my friend."He bent over the cadaver to kiss Bert on the forehead then he retrieved the flask and stepped out of the room just seconds before the mad Jessica and the manager ran hurriedly to the room. Five arcminute later a lieutenant sheriff pulled into the lot. Ten min after that the county coroner examined the body.

"Any signs of disgustful gambling, Doc ?"

"zero that I can see, Josh. From the body temperature I'd conjecture that he died between eleven last night and one in the first light. Anybody recollect seeing him last night."

"Yeah, disk in the restaurant show that he ate there alone around seven. There's a quotation circuit board reception at 7:58. He must bear come straight back to the room and gone to bed. Any idea why he had that old perspirer over his organic structure ?"

"Not a clue, but I'll test everything in the side by side day or so. Where's he from ?"

"His wallet says his name is Bert M Cochran from Smithtown, New House of York. Any idea where that is ?"
"Long Island, I think ; I remember going to a seminar somewhere near there a few eld ago. okey, let's get the body out of here. Tell the Sheriff to halt by late tomorrow afternoon. I should induce some solvent by then."The medical examiner's crew wheeled the gurney out the threshold and into the waiting vehicle.


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I woke from my nap to find Beth smiling down at me."I'm really confused, Beth. I have been ever since I woke up this morning. I went to dinner last night with some tramp, but this morning there was no track record. I rented a room for him, too, but no platter of that either. Then I was sure enough that I saw you in the parking lot, but it was one of the motel's maids. I don't even know if you're real. Are you ?"

"carry a finale face at me, Bert then answer your own question."

I looked at her from top to fathom. I felt her soft suave hide, ran my fingers through her hair as I'd done for geezerhood and years. Then it hit me. Looking between her brilliant tit I saw it—the chandelier I'd given her on our first base Christmas together. I'd placed it onto her neck opening before her casket was closed forever. I knew then that she'd wear it until the end of time."You're real ; you're wearing the pendant. But you're bushed so that must mean…."

"Yes, Bert…you died last dark almost as soon as you fell asleep. All of the other things were just a dream—a really weird aspiration, but just a dream. Now I have to excuse a few affair to you. The spring of young person ?"

"There's no such thing."

"Actually, Bert, there is. Think of it as a trial from God. It's not really a fountain of youth, but that's what near of us call it because the stupid selfish people who make to the highest degree of the indirect request ask to go back to their spring chicken. The man you met last night—the one you know as Simon—was one of the first. He insulted God by wishing for perpetual liveliness. God kept his promise, but Simon never asked for health or happiness or even wealth. He's been alive for almost a thousand years, but he's suffered every day of that time. Do you think of what you wished for, Bert ?"

"I don't think I really wished for anything. I did what I do…er, did every night—prayed for you and that someday we'd be together again."

"Yes, Bert—you wished wisely…unselfishly. Now, thanks to you, we will be together forever. cum -- let me depict you our home. You'll like it. It's right on the ocean and you can go fishing whenever you want. You'll catch plenty, but they all have to be released."She saw the confusion on my facial expression and laughed."Do you commemorate the coach asking if you wanted breakfast ?"

"Yeah, I wasn't hungry."

"We're never hungry in Heaven. That'll come in ready to hand when we're making love. I never tired of that when we were alive and I'm not going to wear of it now."She came into my arms again and we kissed. I lost myself in Beth's kiss just as I'd done chiliad of clock time before.

I had a million doubtfulness, but Beth knew what they were before I could even ask."No, not everyone lives like this. Remember how we talked about finding a small cottage on a desert beach, maybe in United Mexican States or some early fundamental American nation ? This is our idea of paradise. It varies from soul to person. Tomorrow we'll see Tom and my parents. Your female parent and grandmother are here, but your Padre and gramps are not. Oh Bert, the terrible things they did !"I was hardly storm ; I had always considered them the scum of the earth. I might sustain become disturbed, but Beth kissed me again and all of my headache vanished.


> > > > > >

"good afternoon, Sheriff ; I'm thinking you're here about Cochran."

"Yeah, Doc—I am. I've been in touch with multitude who knew him. Besides two adopt children, one an oncologist and the other a teacher, he has three brothers-in-law in the Army—two superior general and a full colonel. They told me a lot about him and his life : served six years in the Army, four in Kuwait and Iraq as a Special Forces sniper ; then college and a long famed vocation as a teacher. Neither he nor his wife drank or smoked. No indication of any drug use, either. But, here's the funny remark affair ; I spoke to the brothers-in-law independently and they all said the same matter ; that he probably died of a weaken heart. Seems his wife died about ten weeks ago."

"Well, that makes as very much sentience as anything I've found. If he wasn't here in one of my box I'd swear he was as hefty as a sawbuck. I can't observe a single thing wrong with him."

"Maybe he just lost his will to live, Doc."The medical examiner looked up and nodded. He signed the forms to bring out the body and waved as the sheriff returned to his duties.


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In conformity with Bert's final wishing there was a ace day of viewing—from one to four in the afternoon and from seven to ten in the evening. There had been hundreds, if not thousands, of visitant to the funeral house. General Apostle of the Gentiles Bruno Walter and his wife Sara presided. He was the sometime of the three Son and had been asked to act as executor of Bert's estate. Beth's early brothers and their wives and children were also in attendance as were Aaliyah and Jacob and his family. They shook hands, seemingly non-stop, and received the variety scuttlebutt about Bert and Beth. Hard men, tempered by class of combat, they were surprised at the identification number of visitors who wept unashamedly when they knelt in entreaty at Bert's casket.

Bert had lost his faith in God during his years as a sniper—a job he hated, but did to the better of his power, just as he did everything else. It was Beth who had brought him back. Her faith in God and in Bert had helped him to regain his religious belief. Now he stood invisibly in the can of the church, Beth's hand in his as the SRO crew paid close attention to Gen. Walters as he began his eulogy.

"I'm Paul Walter, Bert's brother-in-law and Beth's buddy. I want you all to know how often our family line appreciates your coming here this morning. May I ask by show of manpower how many of you knew Bert from school ? Just about everyone, I see. Did you also know Beth, as well ? I'm not surprise. Bert and Beth were joined at the hip. They were inseparable as most of you already know.

"You probably know more about Bert at schooltime than I do so I'd like to narrate you some matter about Bert you don't know. I first met him when Beth brought him to spend Christmas with our parents and the mob. Our common people had a big place in the Catskill Mountains Southwest of capital of New York. Our sire was also in the Army—Major full general Mark Walters—and we used to delight shooting out behind the house. We had quarry set up about 200 K out in the woods and I thought I'd payoff Bert down a peg or two even though he hadn't bragged or said anything remotely cock-a-hoop during the day.

"I challenged him to a friction match while Dad and Mom and Beth watched from the deck. Bert asked for a trial shot so he could see how ‘ the gun worked.'Those were his exact Good Book. When his first shot barely grazed the right-hand sharpness of the target I figured I had it made. Then we shot for genuine. My ten shots all landed in the bull's eye, but Bert's formed a thoroughgoing circle that I could have covered with a one-quarter. That was when I noticed the wild laughter from Dad and Beth. They knew that Bert had been a sniper for four year in Kuwait and Iraq. Bert had incredible vision—20/10. Things that appeared twenty substructure away to nearly of us were only ten for him. His profoundness percept was amazing. If I flipped a coin into the air Bert could severalise exactly how high it went and, even better, he could tell you how many flips the coin had made.

"Go to Google and await up the ‘ instant engagement of Al Basrah."The reports are all unclassified now so they're usable to the general world. prat line—the commanding officer screwed up and took all of the allied plus north, leaving Bert, his spotter, and about a C supply staff behind. The Republican Guard saw the armored combat vehicle and troops move out and at sunrise it was essentially Bert against more than 500 Iraqi soldiers. Over the next four minute he killed Sir Thomas More than a hundred of the foe, destroyed several trucks, and a tank car, putting a bullet into the small one-armed bandit the device driver uses to channelise from Thomas More than a international mile away. As good as Bert was he hated the putting to death. I really believe that was the biggest reason he became a teacher.

"Now, here's something you'd never surmise. Bert was a multi-millionaire. He had a immense trustfulness investment trust from his granddaddy. It's now worth almost a C million dollar bill, but he never spent even a penny except to pay for his tiddler's education and for an occasional holiday for them. Other than trusts established for his two tike and his two grandkids, all of Bert's money is going to Greek valerian. He has bequeathed twenty million dollars to the Northport School District to be invested to provide scholarships for graduating elder. I estimate that at least ten seniors each class will invite one hundred thousand dollars for their Emily Price Post senior high school school day expenses.

"Bert told me about his family once. His parents named him Albertus Magnus the third. Bert hated the epithet so he actually cut school on his 18th birthday to give his name changed to Bert M. His parents were so upset that they totally disowned him. He further angered them by joining the U. S. Army instead of going to college as expected.

"My male parent and all three of his Logos graduated from West detail and we've all gone on to splendid careers in the Army so you might think that we'd look down at Bert. You'd be totally wrong if you did. Actually, we looked up to Bert. He and Beth were married before any of us and he was an first-class character model for us, both as a husband and as a Padre. He and Beth were totally dedicated to each early. I don't think they ever argued.

"Now…I'm going to separate you something you probably won't believe…although, maybe you will since you know Bert and Beth so well. Dad and Bert had gone to the depot on an errand while the rest period of us talked around the kitchen tabular array. My wife was bemoaning the loss of romance as we got older. She even talked about our declining sex sprightliness. I think we had been married about twenty years. Then she addressed Beth, telling her she couldn't imagine what it would be when we were married as long as she and Bert were. That's when Beth shocked all of us. ‘ I wouldn't know about declining sex sprightliness. Other than the night before our nuptials and the month before and after Tom's birth, Bert and I have made love every I day. We did it once the kids were in bed while they were at home, but now we're devoid to delight each other whenever we're in the mood. That's always…every bit of every day. That's how we remind ourselves how a great deal we love each other.'We all looked at each early and realized that our sexual love paled in comparison to Beth's and Bert's.

"Bert requested that the interment be individual, but we invite all of you to join us at the Northport racing yacht Club from one to five this good afternoon for a celebration of Bert's life history. It certainly was outstanding in every respect."

Beth squeezed my hand."I agree completely, Bert. You are an extraordinary man and you had an extraordinary life."Then she wrapped those arms around me and we kissed. I was lost in her again and when we opened our center we were back in our minuscule plate on the ocean. Beth smiled, extended her hand to me, and led me to our bed. I knew then that spending eternity with Beth would be very matter to .