Author's note ; This story is a Romance, and the sex occurs towards the ending. Some might not like it for its want of vicarious grimness from the beginning to the very end. The poem John shares with Rachel ; `` Autumn"belongs to Emily Elizabeth I Dickenson, ( December 10, 1830 - May 15, 1886 ). She was an American language poet. I chose it because it is my favorite poem of Autumn and my darling time of year.

Bread and Butter

Beagle9690

September 2019

He served Twenty-seven twelvemonth in the Marines, retiring as a Colonel at forty-five. The devil dog tempered whoremonger as tough and ruffian as mold atomic number 26. He was respectfully known by most as Iron McCord and not so fondly by other major malfunction mortal with less complimentary name calling because he despises liars, cowards, and blowhard having spent nearly of his career in scrap zona.

John is a minimalist and economical with himself. He planned, saved, and invested well to live comfortably for the rest of his life on his pension and dividends from his square investments.



During his day in the Corps, and always a gentleman, he considered most unity womanhood in social settings as trouble to be avoided whenever potential, aside to live up to a man's hard-wired indigence.

He was mental object with this arrangement and enjoyed the freedom of being a bachelor. He had many amicable assignation ; with shall we say"expert clip gals"and avoided the semipermanent relationship with the marrying types of women.

Upon retreat, Saint John the Apostle moved back home to the family farm to repair, remodel, and upgrade the building on the old homestead. The most labor-intensive was striping and sanding, staining and varnishing the wide-wood story, woodworking, and trim inside the farmhouse. The remodeling was almost pure except for small-scale wiring and house painting in three of the four upstairs bedrooms.

The sparsely render rooms he was using were the kitchen, bathroom, and his bedroom ; the repose were empty. In his chamber was a king-size bed, and to John, it was a decadent, although a much-appreciated luxury. The new oak bed, matching chest ; William Henry Hudson Bay wool cover, plus a thick and plush down comforter were a housewarming gift from his sister. There was also a mint garage-sale oak and red sheet conductor's chairman he picked up for a call. He had a second-hand recital lamp beside a state-of-the-art shortwave tuner on a perfectly honest bedside maple table someone left at the curb. There was an old wicker laundry basket by the radiator.

His grandma's maple Colonial kitchen mesa and president were in the kitchen. Most of what he owned, which isn't much, was in storage in the low barn.

Unfortunately, the new hot water tank's heating element was bad, necessitating inhuman shower and boiling water on the stove for doing the dishes. John decided to come back the armored combat vehicle, still under warrantee, and install hot weewee on demand.

Gospel According to John was restless that marching, and he didn't know why. He was finally home and back to his rootage. He reconnected with many of his old schoolmate, friends, and neighbour who still lived in the area.

bathroom decided he needed a adult female. His last was a calendar month ago in Erie, PA, with a hot, buxom, Aythya americana very the three estates agent, in her betimes thirties ; Janet pit, recently divorced. Janet was flower real estate of the realm to plow. He plowed Janet that the intact weekend. Janet was also one pit of a Captain Cook and discreet. They both got what they wanted. I don't tell ; you don't Tell, and no strings attached. They had a reciprocal agreement."claim me when you are in town, toilet,"and he did, he called her on Tuesday, confirmed their tryst, and planned to take there for a weekend of carnal delight.

Unfortunately, the County roads closed Thursday due to an acute lake effect snowstorm blowing in from Lake Ontario. It was colder than the proverbial witch's'womb, and visibility at fourth dimension was down to in due to white-outs. According to the NOAA atmospheric condition radiolocation, there would be three foundation or Thomas More of blowing and drifting snow over the next three twenty-four hour period.

The local anaesthetic are accustomed to these storms. They tried to outstrip each former with exaggerations such as,"It was snowing and blowing so hard I could barely see the speedometer on the way to work."

It was around 1:00 AM. John was sound asleep when he awoke to his bell, ringing over and over. He jumped up from his bed cursing out the insane, idiot, who was out on a night like this, let alone waking him up and getting him out of his strong bed. He threw on a couple of blasphemous jean and hurried down the step turning on the lighting as he went and called out loudly, `` I hear you shit-head. Lay off the god damn doorbell, '' and it didn't plosive ringing until he opened his doorway and she stumbled into his arms.

The young woman was shivering and mumbling something about driving into a ditch and appeared confused and disoriented. He noticed her breathing was a bit shallow, and she showed signs of hypothermia.

There is no mystery here. This young woman has no job being out on a Night like this drive in near-zero visibility, in conjunction with unplowed roads. Given these cue, it was easy to conclude she tug into a roadside drainage ditch or culvert full of body of water partially frozen with a thin photographic film of ice covered by blow.

He gently picked her up and closed the threshold, ignoring the micro drifts of downlike powder snow that blew in with her. He then carried her to his bedroom to withdraw all her frigidity, wet clothes.

The zipper was stuck on her pelage, and he had to destroy it to get it off, his years of survival training and experience mandated her reserve was lowly to getting her warm.

Not understanding his intentions, Rachel clumsily fought him and landed a glancing nose candy to his jetty. John ignored the pocket-sized pain in the ass and her struggling and undressed her, being heedful not to hurt her. He pinned her on the bed, realizing she had some conversance with the martial arts from her attempted work stoppage and kicks.

He then pulled the blanket and down comforter over them and held her close up, sharing his body heating plant while holding and blocking her weapon and legs. He talked quietly and soothingly, reassuring she was prophylactic. As she became warm, Rachel's breathing became bass and regular. She relaxed, gathering her view, resigned to her strange site and said firmly,"I'm mulct ; you can let go of me now."

lav picked up her wet clothes and stoolpigeon and left her alone for a meter to get accustomed to her surroundings while she lay quietly on the bed wrapped in the blanket and cozy down comforter, realizing he was much stronger than her. Rachel also smiled as she contemplated how he talked to her as she struggled as if he was comforting a frighten patient.

Her thoughts were interrupted by two bright Green River eyes staring up at her from the wicker basket on the floor. She sat up and pulled the blanket and pacifier finisher to her for protection until she realized the dark-green eyes belonged to a large blue-tabby.

"Oh, how-do-you-do,"she softly,"What a cute kitty you are,"and the tabby cat jumped up on the bed next to her, sitting on John's side of the bed flicking his tail in curiosity. When she reached over to pet him, he purred and rubbed up against her.

John returned with a mug of piping hot chocolate and vanilla almond energy bars and gave them to her. He picked up his dedicate cat, sat in the director's chairperson, closely observing Rachel as he petted the tabby, while his cat affectionately rubbed his face against him. She quietly drank her hot beverage and munched on the protein-rich energy bars, intently watching him with his felid companion.

can observed Rachel is an attractive woman with a earn complexion and hazel eyes ; counterpart opals of shifting brown-green and gold. Her round face and button nose, compliment her full, generous lips to cave in her a youthful appearance making it hard to guess her age accurately.

Rachel is 5'7 '' and has a overnice dress figure. She has impertinent boob with turned up nipples. Her ass is all-around and firm. Her thick nighttime red auburn hair was in a suddenly classic blunt chin up horizontal surface bob, parted off-center.

He was the first to break the silence."My name is John McCord, new gentlewoman, and you showed clear symptoms of hypothermia."You were confused and disoriented. What I did was in your best interestingness,"he asserted."I won't apologize for it, although I admire your tenacity in trying to fight me off.

I don't have hot water. It was my only reasonable course of action, and it worked. It appears we're snowed in with each other for the side by side few twenty-four hours until the road clear again."John put his cat Buddy on the floor, stood up, and walked to a chest. Rachel watched as Buddy jumped into his wicker laundry basket and snuggled into his surplus olive olive drab fleece blanket watching them.

"I'm Rachel Buchanan."She said, smiling at the cat,"I."

"John interrupted, in a quiet, commanding quality, warning no insubordination,"I get up five acute and need to get some sopor to land up the wiring. You need to be quietly and keep on warm until morning. Here is a tee shirt you may tire, although it might be a bit large, and this flannel shirt will serve as a nightgown. Oh yes, woollen drogue,"and he took those out of his dresser and tossed it on the bed."There's only one bed, no couch, and we'll need to share the down comforter and mantle.

You may take between the two. almost of my stuff is in storage in the minuscule b. We're both grownup, and I give you my give-and-take, I won't touch you.



"I'm sorry I tried to hurt you."Rachel apologized."I've experienced patients coming out of anesthesia who are confused and impress out violently. release around please,"and when he did, Rachael started dressing."You promise Mr. McCord ?"

"Yes, I already said I would, and your wearing apparel and sneakers are drying near the radiators. It was requisite to break-dance the zipper on your coat. You did not dress appropriately for the weather."And looking away, bathroom got into bed, wearing his jeans,"Oh yes, I'll pay for a new pelage or have the zipper replaced. The lavatory is the door at the end of the hall unless you'd prefer to use the jakes, '' and in no time at all, John was fast asleep.

Rachael was still a bit chilled from her experience as she lay there next to him, contemplating all that happened to her, and she was thinking. ‘ I remember little about walking here as frigidity as a Popsicle except for falling face-first into the frigid water and slush in the ditch where I left my Mini-Van. I should have stopped earlier in the day and not pushed on.

I was shivering with cold and disoriented when I arrived here. My clothes were soaked, and I could induce frozen to death. He carried me upstairs as if I were a child and undressed me and put me to bed. He held me, sharing his body heat until I was warm and stopped shivering. He didn't take reward of me or ram himself on me when he had the prospect. Of course, he did the medically proper affair for me given the circumstances. He appears to be a no-nonsense type of man.



But goodness, he's so ruggedly handsome with his full-of-the-moon head of dark beloved blonde hair and commanding blue eyes. His hair could use a good trim though. He's tall and devotee at maybe six-three or so with nicely sculpted musculus. Mr. McCord has a wide, well-defined chest and a unvoiced washboard tummy. He's luscious, and he likes Arabian tea, and I adore cats. For the first clock time in my animation, I'm in the Sami bed with a man.'And she yawned, ‘ and can's already asleep. He must be kidding about having an outhouse.'and as a practical and mostly a nonsense woman, she too was soon fast asleep.

John's inner clock woke him up a few minutes before the alarm on his shortwave radio was to go off. He could feel Rachel pressed up against him. She was breathing deeply and peacefully as he rolled towards her to follow her sleeping.

He gently brushed a roam lock of whisker from her face and then immediately regretted it, remembering his promise and intellection, ‘ I have no right to relate Rachel so intimately.'

He carefully slid out of bed, disabled the radio's alert, and put on his red and grim moderate white plaid shirt before walking to the window and pushing the drapery aside. Buddy jumped up on the windowsill to get together him wanting attention, so he picked him up and petted him thoughtfully.

It was still snowing and blowing as he looked to where the herb garden was under the snow. As he looked out, John Lackland sees Rachel standing in the sunlight on a warm summer's day wearing a light sea green summer apparel with egg white lace trim. Rachael's hair was much prospicient and up in an refined chignon. She was in his grannie's overgrown with dope herbaceous plant garden, except now the garden was weeded, organized and tidy. She was gathering lavender and putting the fragrant blossom in a wicker basketball hoop, and he could smell that associate scent. John remembered his granny's many uses for lavender, and the essential oil she made for it,"Besides a ten thousand of uses, lavender relaxes the mind and soothes the someone"she would say."It is a giving from heaven."

The airy Rachel looked up and saw him watching her through the window.

She smiled, kissed her hand, and blew him a buss. Gospel According to John looked down at his handwriting, wanting to give that blown osculation. He again looked out the window and reality returned to a cold-blooded, barren, whiteness landscape of blowing and drifting snow, and John was thinking, ‘ Did my brainiac go haywire or did I have a waking dreaming ?'

world returned and made him realize the Rachel in his bed was a tempting distraction ; a lovesome and soft feminine delight of imminent worry he would take to deal firmly with for the succeeding few sidereal day. He knew nothing about this Whitney Young woman except she lacked the common horse sense to dress properly for coldness weather condition, and she was driving during a severe snowstorm.

"Mr. McCord,"and he turned to see Rachel standing behind him wrapped in the low-spirited comforter."May we talk now ? I want to thank you."

"There's no need to thank me, young lady, and I must say you've been very sane and mature about the sleeping arrangements."

"That's the second time you've referred to me as a young or Loretta Young lady ?"she commented, smiling."Not that I mind, but how old do you call up I am ?"she asked as St. John put brother down on the level.

"Late teens-to-early-twenties,"He insisted, studying her more closely, and thinking,'She's too young for me. If things had worked out, I might birth had a daughter close to her age at this peak in my life, oh well.'

"I'm thirty-seven,"Rachel said, still smiling."It's obvious you served in the military ?"

"Yes, how did you live that ?"Saint John the Apostle asked.

"You're standing at march rest with your work force behind your back, Rachel replied knowingly."Are you always so cockeyed and formal with people, giving orders, interrupting, or so abrupt ?"

"No, of class not,"lav said, hooking his thumbs into his front man jeans pockets trying to seem relaxed but still in controller.

"Good, may I thank you now ?"she asked, noticing his new posture, and remembering how gentle he was with his cat.

"That won't be necessary, I."and he didn't wind up his sentence because she dropped the comforter to the floor. She hugged him and kissed his cheek."Thank you. I can tell you're a good man."and she picked it up the comforter and wrapped it around her, looking forward to being snowed in with him.

"Let us lead off over."Saint John the Apostle said grinning, and beaming she was close to his age,"Welcome to my home such as it is."and he offered her his hand and she shook it. He was proud of with her firm handclasp."This farm has been in my mob since 1817, and although I'm no farmer, I know how to farm.

I 'm also proud to say the McCord men have answered the call to duty to our res publica and have fought defending it since the War of 1812. I retired from the Marines, ma'am, and I've returned household to my origin. I've been living here rather sparsely for the preceding 16 months while I repaired and remodeled. First the outside, and then I gutted the interior ; brought it up to code, decelerate but steady as they say with some aid from old booster and neighbors.

I don't need much, and I'm sorry for the deficiency of amenities a gentle peeress like you is accustomed too. If the weather lets up, I'll go out to the b and impart in some things to make believe you more comfortable. I'm not the greatest Cook in the globe, but how do eggs, Roger Bacon, and English gem sound to you ?

"It sounds delightful, Sir, what rank did you hold ? I'll bet you were an officeholder,"and she was delighted as she had niggling to eat the past few mean solar day, and was charmed at being called a gentle peeress.

"I retired as a Colonel, ma'am, Rachel, may I name you Rachel ? Please scream me John. Are you a southern Lady ?"

"Yes and yes,"she replied, smiling which in number had him smiling back."I was on my way to Niagara pin when the snowstorm hit. I've never experienced anything like this before. I was born and lived all my life-time in Savannah, Georgia. My fellowship traces our roots in America back to the other 1800s, and our brick house is a historical watershed.

"We have something in common,"John the Divine replied nodding approvingly,"deep family roots and a sensory faculty of belonging."

"Yes, we do."she agreed more scheme with him now."I'm a Nurse practitioner by professing. I'm looking for a fresh starting line and alteration of scenery.

Is it always so cold in this piece of New York State ? Is this pattern snow for this time of year ?"

"How about we finish this conversation in the kitchen ? Ladies first,"he offered her his arm, with brother following close behind them. When they got to the kitchen, he pulled out her chairwoman, and she sat down at the kitchen tabular array.

"I suppose one gets used to it. March snowstorms such as this happen but aren't the rule. Crocuses, Narcissus pseudonarcissus, and tulips are waiting to flower under the snowfall, and besides, snowstorms make me take account the summer month, and I look forward to the surrender coloring material,"he explained opening a fresh bag of dry cat food while his cat danced about and fray against him.



"We have mild winters too,"he said, filling a small, chipped bowl with cat food for thought."It's all contingent upon the weather patterns over Lake Ontario. I don't nous Charles Percy Snow or the winter months. I enjoy the quiet solitude and peaceful peach of it after years of the hot, dry, backbone of desert sand ; sand gets into everything,"He said truthfully measuring the burnt umber into the coffee pot with his thoughts wandering to Rachel with her hair up, wearing a picket fleeceable summer dress and wanting to buss her.



"Did you ever marry St. John the Apostle ?"she asked, watching him commit the much used and chipped, white speckled blue enameled percolator deep brown pot on the gas range.

She looked around the newly remodeled kitchen and the original, old fashion, refinished cupboard with the framed glass door ; most were empty.

"No, I've never been married. I proposed to a young lady once. She declined my proposal, and after, the Marine's kept me take,"he replied, thinking, ‘ There's no harm in being truthful, because in a few days I'll never see her again, and my aliveness will be back to normal."

He continued,"I have a younger married sis, Sarah. Although Sarah and I are eight year apart, we're very close. Our nan, my father's mother, raised us right here when it was a working farm,"He said getting the bacon out of his fridge and then arranging it in an old well-seasoned cast iron pan."Grandma seemed to know when things would hap before they happened ; she only told people the goodness things, though. The take date a sister would be born, for example. Many of the local anaesthetic thought she had the second good deal. Grandma was also a midwife, not with medical examination degree mind you. She was also an herbalist and had a green ovolo when it came to plant and their uses."

"Your gran sounds like a very exceptional dame,"She offered.

"Yes, she was,"he agreed,"The farm thrived when she was live. Sarah is now living on a cattle ranch in MT where they have tornados. Their smack and lightning storms there make the 1 here wimpy in comparability. When she was a lilliputian young lady, Sarah was terrified of thunder and lightning storms, and now she snaps her fingers at them. ``

Rachel didn't fail to comment how his formulation softened, and his eye seemed to glisten with affectionateness and lovemaking when he talked about his sister and nephews. She also noticed John had dimples in his face when he smiled.

"She's an realised equestrian now, '' toilet continued, `` My grandmother left the farm to us. Sarah signed it over to me for a dollar so I'd always a lieu to attend my hat. How do you like your Roger Bacon ?"

"Crisp and cheery position up for the ballock ; is there anything I can do to facilitate ?"

"Yes, you're in charge of the muffins, but not yet,"he took them out of the cupboard and put them by the toaster,"As I was saying, in considerateness, Sarah had low gear pick of the family heirlooms. I have my nanna's rocking chairs and this old kitchen board and chairman. He put two dinner plates and chump on the tabular array, followed by silverware and none of them matched."I have all her cast iron kettle hole, pots, and pans ; this burnt umber pot, and a few things stowed away in the small barn. Have you ever married, Rachael ?"

"I've never been married either, toilet,"and after finishing his food, Buddy rubbed up against Rachel for her to pet him."My step-brother, Samuel is living with my step-mother in the phratry home base,"and Rachael picked up Bubby, he purred as she rubbed him, enjoying the attending,"Samuel is a mommy's boy. When my step-mother passes, we get the planetary house. If he passes first, it goes to me, and so on.

I don't fear about the mansion. It is not the same since my Dad died. As they say, domicile is where the heart is. All I want is my Dad's antique Elgin railway system watch. My Grandpa was a railroad man ; he was an Engineer, as was his father before him."

She took a deeply breath and paused, closing her eyes,"May I confide in you ?"she asked, opening them and looking into his tender blue sky heart. Rachel was feeling at ease and trusting about this better-looking man. After six months on the road, and almost out of dedicated traveling money, she decided to ask him for help.

"Samuel and I had a falling out. My step-mother took Samuel 's side and gave him the vigil even though he has no right to it, and showed no interest in it until I asked for it. mulct I accept that, and I'm skilful off than many mass. I have my health and independence.

I have my profession, and I'm debt-free. I've money in rente my Father-God invested for me that I'm loathed to partake. I've been traveling on a long sabbatical leave. I've camped out under the stars, and I've met all kinds of interesting masses, and now, I'm almost out of traveling money."

"Are you asking me for a loan ?"John asked, thinking, ‘ I knew it, trouble .'

"Oh, no, zero like that. I'm worried that my minivan is damaged. testament you please allow me to keep it here until I find a job to get it fixed ?"

"Let me cogitate about it ; however, in the interim, breakfast is almost ready. It's fourth dimension to salute the muffins."

After breakfast, Saint John went outside to the barn wearing a laborious wool Mackinaw pelage and well-worn Pac boots. He was thinking about what she told him. He returned a shortsighted metre later with a entrepot tub full of military issue sleeping bags and a folding cot.

"Please put them both in the chamber next to the bathroom, Rachel, and I'll slumber there. It is still snowing like loony. Do you recollect what direction you came ?"He asked, pointing to the road,"left is north, and right is south."

"I don't remember. This very kind of you, St. John the Apostle,"She said, smiling,"you truly are a goodness man, but I can kip on the cot."

Ignoring the compliment although he was please, trick said,"No, you will sleep in my sleeping room, and that's an order."“ Anything you say, Sir,"she agreed.

"trade good, it is settled then, I estimate you went off the road not too far from here.

If I can find your vehicle after walking a mile in either direction, I'll notify the Sheriff and arrange for a tow hand truck to bear it brought here when the weather breaks. Is there anything you need from it if I do ?"

"Yes, my small green suitcase, please, and my handbag on the passenger behind,"she replied, handing him the winder. It is a Elwyn Brooks White mini-van. I'll have hot coffee for you when you get back."

John returned with good news and bad to discover the porch was shoveled and swept clear of snow when she met him at the threshold with a cup of coffee berry."I found your Toyota minivan, and I'm sorry to say it's leaking transmittance fluid ; probably from the pan, and the rear half of the exhaust system is torn loose. It's cold than a witch's, well, it's bitter cold out and this hot coffee hits the spot, thank you, Rachael. If I stand out here much longer the coffee will freeze so fast the ice will be hot,"he joked, smiling, as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him.

"You're welcome. I was outside a few mo ago, and I agree. You were n't kidding about the outhouse, and it 's almost out of toilet composition ; of row, I'm kidding. Your baby Sarah called while you were out."

"What did you say to her ?"John the Divine asked, taking a sip of umber.

"Sarah called to look into up on you, and I told her you were fine. She asked if I was the new lady in your life, and looked forward to meeting me. Is she always this open about your lady ally ?"

"No, she isn't."What did you tell her ?"He took another sip of coffee bean, again distracted for a millisecond thought process of the Rachel in the super C summertime dress with livid lace and kissing her.

"I told her who I am, and that I drove off the road last nighttime into a ditch. I said you graciously took me in until the storm lets up, leaving out most of the details. Do you want me to help you with the wiring ? My dad taught me all about tool.

He also insisted I take Martial Arts deterrent example from a Young age. I may be a bit out of practice, but the rudiments remain."

"I can believe that,"he acknowledged,"Your father must have been a very virtual and reasonable man."

"Yes he was, and special, and I miss him. I'm very self-sufficing and still on sabbatical, so I'll help you prime and paint the bedrooms when we finish the wiring. I'm going upstair to change. You should call your sister, and that's an order."



Rachel went upstair with her suitcase, leaving him sitting at the kitchen table with his umber, and he was thinking. ‘ She is so darn, pretty. I won't trespass again without her consent. Rachael is the down to earth marrying type, assuming she gives you her substance and she reminds me so much of my babe. Rachel is not the jump into bed, good time gals to whom I'm accustomed. She's a unconstipated trivial Spartan, and if I'm not careful, she's apt to kick my ass up between my ears,'and this made him chuckle out loud. 'Apparently, she knows her mind and enjoys the freedom of being exclusive. It was a moment of helplessness brushing the hair from her face, yet, she has a soft and refined southerly accent that caresses me when she talks.

If I were a tom, just listening to her would have me purring with pleasure, and Buddy likes her, and he hides when I have visitors. What will it injure to let her keep her vehicle here ? It's packed fully and organized with labeled plastic tubs ; there is even a cedar Leslie Townes Hope chest in there. Let's see what she knows about being an lineman and then we'll go from there.'

John telephoned a childhood supporter, skip Homer Thompson, now the County Sheriff directly to insure no tag would be issued, and then made towing placement. He then telephoned his baby. Sarah, who insisted he tell about his southerly Belle.

It turned out Rachael was more than competent with tools. She returned wearing faded railroad line cartoon strip bib boilersuit and a red tee-shirt. Her canary were still dampish, so she was wearing her pink bunny girl carpet slipper. They finished wiring the bedchamber, and they started priming the walls that same day. They installed his hot pee on demand whole a few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. after that. They then moved a few pieces of piece of furniture into the house from the minor barn, including his grandmother's twin bed for her to experience a bed of her own.

Ten days later, a warm front moved in, and as John predicted, the crocuses ‘ colorful heads were peeking up through the melting snow. He enjoyed having Rachel bustling about and having individual to talk to while they worked on the b. He was in no hurry for her to will, and she insisted on working for elbow room and board. She took on the project of weeding the herb garden. They settled into a tranquility and unspoken understanding of friendship, and that was enough for the time being.

One warm spring day in May, John was nailing the in conclusion row of zoster on the large barn roof while Rachel was working in the herbaceous plant garden. While climbing down the ladder for a glass of her scrumptious sweet frost tea, his right on foot slipped on a spoke halfway down and he dropped to the ground. He took the brunt of the fall on his allow infantry while twisting to one side to avoid being hit with the ladder as it pulled away from the b.

He managed to outride on his feet and was loudly cursing out a cosmic string of scalding profanities, catching himself, and then cursing under his breath so she wouldn't hear him, but she did. He shifted most of his weighting to his powerful invertebrate foot, trying to walk to the planetary house as she rushed over to him when she realized what happened.

"You fell, didn't you ?"she said, looking at the run on the primer coat."Let me help you,"and Rachael put John 's arm around her shoulder to serve support him."You're going to take to take your base x-rayed,"She insisted as she helped him sit down on the porch steps."If you're lucky it's only a sprain or blunt tissue damage. I'm going to remove your work thrill, and it may hurt."

"I'm sure it's nix,"John assured her stubbornly,"and pain is merely helplessness leaving the organic structure. I'll take some aspirin and keep it frost. We'll see what tomorrow brings."

"No, absolutely not, you're going to the parking brake room, John."

"Rachael, I 'm all right."

"You're going to the emergency brake room, John Ian McCord."she said firmly,"don't argue with me. I'll broach no insubordination from you, shipboard soldier !"

"Yes ma'am,"he replied wincing as she carefully unlaced and removed the work boot, the hurting shooting through his foot like a lightning bolt of lightning,"I'm going to the exigency room for roentgen ray, great idea,"and he reached into his pocket and gave her his hand truck keys.

"Fine, it's settled then,"and she sat down next to him. Rachel kissed his cheek and hugged him."Are you surely you're OK ?"and she hugged him again.

"I'll live, and I'm sorry for the bad language."

"I'll get the ice from the freezer while you wait here."

She returned and helped support him as they walked to the hand truck where lav said."Rachael."

"Yes, John ?"

"You're a treasure, Rachael Ann Buchannan and I apologize."

"What are you apologizing for, cursing or falling off a ladder ?"She asked, wrapping the bread bag full phase of the moon of ice on his foundation between towels after helping him get in.

"No, I'm talking about the Night we shared a bed."

"Don't be silly ; you are and were a gentleman."

"No ! I pushed your pilus away from your face when you were sleeping. I had no rightfield to do that then, or touch you in such an confidant way."



She got on the driver's side, closing the door and asked him."Is that all ? I was half awake when you did that. Are you shy around womanhood ?"and she was teasing him because she knew better.

"No, not at all,"He answered storm she'd ask such a query."I'm not shy. Hey ! I see what you're doing. All teasing aside, I was a blackguard in my jr. Day and always on the scent."

"Then why harbour't you made a strait at me ?"She asked as they left the long driveway and turned onto the road.

He tried to evade the motion."In three nautical mile, turning right on the marshall Road"he directed,"then effort until we get to Route 18. You'll then take Route 18 to the first Cartesian product and stick to 63 south."

"You're avoiding the question, John."

"OK, Rachel, no more avoiding. I'm going to feature my say. Every forenoon you're up before me wearing your short flannel nightgown and knock bunny slippers getting our coffee bean ready for the start of a new day. My umber is the first cup from the pot. When you hand me my cup, your custody linger on mine as you flirt and bug me with your eye, and I want to kiss you. I can get lost in the complex of kaleidoscope colors of your eyes ; the Robert Brown and greens and Au. They shift in the Inner Light like opals. The kernel of your essence is lavender, and this scent immix with you is intoxicating, and I want to kiss you.

You take your coffee with a slop cream. You hold your hot cup in both work force, warming them before for your kickoff sip. You close your center and sip contentedly and smile. When you do that, I want to kiss you.

You arrived here as a tempting distraction ; a warm up and balmy feminine delight to deal until the roadstead opened, and it was prophylactic to travel.

Now we've been together for almost a month and a half. I enjoy having you here. We work well together. We go together like bread and butter, and you're anything but problem. You know your mind. You're a strong, self-employed person cleaning woman.

We have an unspoken discernment of friendship based on respect. I still see you as a tender and soft feminine joy and a tempting misdirection, and I want to kiss you. Your flirting every morning suggests you want something more. Am I right ?"

"I agree and no more avoiding, trick, and what a gratifying poetic way of putting thing. You carried me upstairs as if I were a small child and disinvest me. You put me in your bed, and you held me to get me warm.

Of course, you did the medically sensible affair given the fortune.

That was the first time in my life I've slept in the Same bed with a man. You're the right way, and if you're patient with me, and if my Fatherhood is right, and well, you've taken me by surprise. Comparing my eyes to opals, imagine that, you, smoothing iron McCord, a poet ? keep on up the good work. You've never talked to me like this before, and until now we've been more like buddies."

"Rachel, the night you arrived was the first clock time in my adult life I've been in bed with a woman and just slept, and this is all new to me, especially having a ma'am as a housemate, although, I enjoy your flirting. Please go down on me a kiss ?"

"I don't understand,"She said smiling,"But sure, alright,"and when she did he shove off two buss back, and he was thinking, ‘ My buss owed to the Rachael in my daydreams in the common summer attire. I'm trusted my grannie would approve of you, Sarah too, although I must be getting soft in the headway and losing my edge, me, love them and pull up stakes them smoothing iron McCord blowing osculation ? Now my difficult ass reputation is ruined !'

As they were driving to the infirmary, she was thinking of her fiancé and how penny-pinching she came to marrying this man. A few calendar month after she graduated as a doc's Assistant, physician Saint David Campbell swept her off her feet with his skillful tone, riches, and charm. His family was old money. She was Loretta Young and impressionable, and she was in beloved with the estimate of being in passion.

One month before their Christian church marriage ceremony, to be followed by a unstinted reception and world sail honeymoon to Europe, Rachel began to have doubts. She went to her father, the person she loved and trusted the most in the whole universe and he told her,"Bunny, when the right field man comes along, productive or poor, you'll know in your heart. You'll have no doubtfulness, and I'll support any decision you make,"and her father did as he promised, despite the objections of her stepmother's blow in social climbing.

lav's ankle was broke in two places. However, they were minor fractures, and a mould was all that was needed. He easily adapted to the crutches due to his formidable speed body enduringness. As they were walking to the motortruck, he stopped and said."You know, I could eat a horse, but I'll settle for a big and juicy charbroiled Aengus beefburger on a hard roll topped with roasted hot peppers and a side of wet fries."

"What are wet Roger Eliot Fry ?"Rachael asked, surprised John was thirsty and not in pain. She knew if she asked, he'd repeat pain is merely weakness leaving the trunk.

"buss me, and I'll tell you,"he answered."Think of it as a buss on a first off date."

She put her implements of war around John's cervix and kissed his warm brim for the 1st prison term, feeling a tingling, almost sweep over delight unlike anything she experienced before, including with her former fiancé ’. She let her face linger next to his and asked."How was that, handsome ?"

"Your luscious lip are soft and quick and luscious, plus resplendent and uplifting. May I have another ?"John asked, sharing that same almost consuming joy and wanting to ravish her on the spot despite his burst ankle.

"Are you going to be a cooperative patient role and do what I tell you ?"

"Yes, ma'am and wet fries are French people french-fried potatoes with gravy."

"will you take the pain in the ass pills the parking brake Doctor prescribed ?"and she kissed his cheek, almost afraid to kiss his lips. She then mentally scolded herself for being silly.

"No, I'd rather take Bayer to manage the pain, and we'll get a few reusable face pack before we go home. How do I try out ?"

"Let me see,"Rachel said, and she kissed his lips again, more tingling all over and savoring his manfulness,"You taste sexy and obstinate. I know how to take with difficult patients. If you're sure you're up to it, hamburgers and wet ones sound great. We'll portion an rescript of onion band with the wet fries. Consider it our maiden engagement and my treat."

When they returned menage, she fussed over him, enjoying every minute of it. It gave her an alibi to adjoin him, and King John gladly gave in. He couldn't take a cascade, so she gave him a sponge bath in the can, kissing him when she leaned into him. She never saw lavatory without a shirt on until now. She noticed three healed scar on his back and chest of drawers ; healed bullet wounds, pucker scars on both face of his back and chest where the fastball passed through, one scar, inches from his inwardness.

That eve, he expected to sleep alone, but Rachel joined him wearing his green, and a black checked gabardine shirt with the sleeves rolled up, in home of her nightgown. It was the shirt he loaned her the dark she arrived ; most definitely establishing her title on him, and after Saint John's sponge bath, this shirt was now more treasured to her than her Dad's sack watch.

He was lying on his spine with his stamp wrapped in a towel containing an ice pack when she got into bed following to him."This is cozy,"she said, touching his brass."Do you want to nest with me ?"

"Rachael there's no avoiding it. I've fallen for you in a big way. Of course, I want to nest. Don't worry about my ankle joint. Your sweet-scented gentleness is the estimable kind of medicine."He turned on his face to face her, holding out his blazon for her to slip closer. He held her gently and kissed the top of her caput, sighing contentedly, and Rachel said,"John ?"

"Yes bunny rabbit, what is it ?"

"Bunny ?"she asked, squeezing his helping hand and delighted with this sweet term of endearment, one that she hadn't heard since her father passed ; her Dad called her bunny girl, and it was something she never told Gospel According to John.

"Yes, bunny girl, you wear bunny slipper, and bunnies are soft and tender and cuddly, just like you."He said, rubbing his face in her pilus.

"John ?"“ Yes,"he answered."I'm not spending the unhurt nighttime,"she said,"Is that OK with you ?"

"Of course of study,"he replied, trying to keep the disappointment from his vocalization, although she picked up on it.

"I want you to understand. I never slept with a man before, or made passion,"she confessed, hesitantly, slightly embarrassed although sword lily that she finally told him.

Rachel's confession took him completely by surprise, and in his nous, it was astonishing to discover such a lovely and charming professional fair sex was also a virgin.

"I won't make any demands on you, bunny rabbit. When you're ready, you're make,"we'll postulate this once whole step at a time."

"But John, you're,"and he interrupted,"Yes and men are hardwired this way, so ignore it. You stay here for as long as you like, and then sleep in your bed."

"I'm fellow with the hard-wired biologic realities, and especially when I can feel it. Are you sure ?"

Yes, I'm sure."

"I knew you'd understand when I told you"and she snuggled closer.

give had turned to autumn, and John's mortise joint was well on the way to being completely healed. After months of searching and interviews, Rachel found what she considered to be the complete job working with Dr. Anna Lamb. The two women were of the like temperament, and the Pediatric practice session was a pleasant modification from Rachael's years in trauma centerfield. The herbaceous plant garden and repeated flower gardens surrounding the house were flourishing under Rachael's loving care.

In toilet's judgment, the old farmhouse was now more like a home and full of spirit again. They bought piece of furniture together, and as long as it was functional and well-fixed, he agreed to the colors she chose, including the people of colour for the new draperies and shadiness.

Rachel felt at home on the McCord farm. She was delighted with the summers there, which were less hot and oppressive than Savannah, plus there were Akko and Accho of estate to research, mostly groves of resplendent hardwoods, and they were peaceful ; shady and cool. She was charmed by a small spring-fed pond to chill off and drown in when the weather got hot, and the riches of orange daylilies surrounding much of it.

They brought home bushels, and Dubyuh of walnut from the Tree behind the large barn, much to the displeasure of the squirrels who scolded them from up top.

One late, sunny good afternoon, that autumn, he took her to the highest elevation on the attribute. He told her, we're going on a quest."toilet was sure-footed and confidant as he led the way. To get there, they had to navigate through a section basalt rock outcroppings, poison shumac, and nettle, the prominent plant growth there.

Then they had gone through a maze of vernal Tree growing close together fighting for the sunlight. It was slow going, and they had to mistreat carefully so not to trip while moving tree branches out of the way. Finally, they came to a straight itinerary through a standpoint of snowy birch tree, with bee sage growing between the birch rod. The tall birches reminded Rachael of tall, white knights in battle-scarred armor standing side-by-side, swords raised, guarding the way.

The path led to a turgid clearing surrounded by old and stately hard maple trees where the forest level was a thick carpeting of leaves old and new. The tree and their intertwining offshoot formed an outside canopy ; like the attic ceiling of a grand cathedral. The colors of the leave of absence were at their tiptop in shadowiness of orange, yellow and red. Rachael looked up at the sunlight shining through the backlit autumn colouring ; it was breathtaking.

As John held her hand, he quietly said,"The morns are modest than they were, the crackpot are getting brown. The berry's impertinence is chubby ; the rose is out of town. The maple wears a gayer scarf, The field a scarlet gown. fifty I be old-fashioned, I'll put a trinket down."

fight back her tears, Rachel turned to him. She placed her handwriting on his chest, over his sum, closing her eyes, and said a silent prayer always to prevent him safe, as she hugged him.



That night, as they cuddled in bed,"Johnny."

"greyback, Bunny ?

"May, I call you Johnny, Johnny ? If I'm your bunny rabbit, it stands to rationality, you're my Johnny Reb,"and she put her manus over his spunk. It's such a piffling request."

mulct, I'll leave it,"he sighed, stroking her haircloth.

"greyback ?"“ Yes,"he answered.

"When did you find the Cathedral in the woods ?"

"I didn't recover it. My grandma took me there. I didn't know it existed while growing up. I stayed away from that segment of the property because of the toxicant sumach and stinging nettle. It's odd that regardless of what direction you approach it, there are patches of poison sumac or nettles. We took the way of to the lowest degree resistance.

"nan took me there on a day like today, and two days before I left for boot bivouac. It was as breathtakingly beautiful then as it is today.

My Grandmother didn't want me to join the Marine. She told me I was joining for all the wrong cause. I refused to heed. I was stubborn, and I was angry at the populace. I thought I was a tough guy. I thought I was unvanquishable, and I didn't need anybody.

"What did she say to you,"Rachel asked,

"nan said, ‘ I know your mind is made up, and I can't hitch you, but I will have my say. You're a unvoiced head, McCord, like well-nigh McCord men before you. I love you, grandson, and I know your nitty-gritty is hurting now, but that will fade in time. Never harden your heart, Rebel, bitterness is a poison that rots the mortal.

You will suffer More pain in your life. It will be terrible, wrenching, excruciating bother, and you will be afraid. It will temper you and ca-ca you stronger. You will survive and thrive, and then return here to your etymon. When you do, share it with the one you love."

After that day, he slowly let his guard down to her and shared more of his private view ; as did Rachel with him. She can truly be herself with him.

He doesn't mind that she calls him Johnny, something only his sister is allowed. All others are first politely warned and corrected. Male of appropriate age have been known to experience a abominable correction if they persist with that acquaintance.

They sometimes don't agree, so they agree to disagree and not dwell on it. At those fourth dimension, he will crush her to him gently and try to snog her. Rachel will half-heartedly struggle and look away. She then relents though to let him snog her. She then vigorously messes up his hair's-breadth and says, Bread and butter as she hugs him tight because she loves him more than she imagined possible.



John hadn't made erotic love to her yet, keeping his promise, although every Night they cuddle and talking and plowshare a story or experience from their childhood. The last words they say to each other before Rachel goes to her bedchamber are"gelt and butter."

"Johnny ?"she said, handing him, his first-class honours degree cup of dawn coffee,"I have two wonderful surprises for you."

"Let me guess ; your homemade from scratch corned gripe hashish with fried hot peppers and topped with soft poached eggs for breakfast ?"

"Oh, you and your hot capsicum pepper plant, and no, better than that. We're going to a masquerade costume Charity blowout for the Children's malignant neoplastic disease Hospital, and I'm a co-chairperson with Ann on the planning committee. I've already made our costumes, which is the full surprise of all !"

"When ? Your corned beef hasheesh rates right up there, and what kind of costumes ?"

"We couldn't get a day of the month this October. It will be the second weekend in Nov on a Saturday. We're going as Raggedy Ann and Andy. I've already purchased our tag to get things rolling. We're giving prizes for the undecomposed costume and the best-dressed match in theme costumes. There's going to be a unrecorded DJ and dancing. We're serving gourmet appetizer, plus there's an subject bar. ''

"Your corned bitch hash is fabulous. Sunsets are awe-inspiring, and your warm hug and unfermented buss are better than fabulous and awing. Adults dressing up as stuffed toys are plain silly !"

"We're not going as stuffed miniature ! We're going to be Raggedy Ann and Raggedy Andy."

"I see. You want us to attend a highfalutin Halloween masque Gala, not on Halloween. You want us to go as reanimate cotton stuffed rags dolls with recital pilus. I should be thankful you didn't choose the Camel with the purse Knees from that trio on your bed. I'd likely be bringing up the rear."

"Johnny, I'm severe. Will you go with me ?"“ Are we negotiating, Bunny ?"“ Yes, negotiating and compromising, handsome."

I'll tell you what ; you give me a high and tight, just like the old daytime. I'll wear my frock uniform, brand and all,"and John put his cup on the tabular array,"See we just compromised. I agree to go."

"Don't you dare even suggest I cut your hair like that,"she warned as she ran her finger's breadth through his thick and full blonde hair. It was unadulterated ; thick and full, and just the way she likes it. Rachel now was cutting and trimming it for him in the kitchen, another of her many accomplishment."I've seen characterization of you with a senior high school and tight haircut, and you 're liberal regardless, but I adore you with a full head of hair."

"fine, draw a blank the high and tight, and I'll leave my sword home."

It's such a petty asking. There's nothing to be embarrassed about ; you being a big tough Marine. It will be fun. I'll personally see to it they have roasted hot common pepper just for you. Bread and butter sweetheart, are you going to buss me full morning, Johnny ?"

"I'll think about it,"he said frowning while putting his knuckles under his Chin and turning away as if deep in mentation. Rachael playfully gave his pilus a pacify tug, and the vigorously messed it up. John laughed as he turned and gently crushed her to him. He kissed her lips long and deep, knowing he will give way in to her because he loved her deeply ; more deeply than the deepness of the ocean.

He still desperately wanted to work making love to her. John subdued hard-wired sexual pauperism and desires with hundreds of sit-ups and pushup, plus taking on the task of repairing the Isidor Feinstein Stone fences bordering his property.

"Do you want to try on your costume now, Johnny ?"she teased, pushing his pilus back in situation.

"No, I'm trusted my dress uniform still fits."he teased in return key."If I go as cotton stuffed rag dolly, I'll want a small concession in return."

"What do want, Johnny ?"she asked as if she didn't know.

"We'll see when we return household from the Charity Gala,"he replied while playing with her thick and silky, niggling red auburn ponytail."It really might be a wish comes truthful,"he added.

Due to Rachael's organizational skills, and enhanced by her southerly charm, the case quickly sold out. To say John the Evangelist loves her is an understatement akin to saying the sun is merely warm.

John Lackland portraying Raggedy Andy did zippo to detract from his rugged serious looking or ever-present virile manliness beneath the knee-high bib boilersuit and red and livid striped socks. They both wore T. H. White navy man hats with red-orange narration hair attached inside. She looked as cute and sweet as a button, and greyback was her man, and nothing in the infinite void between paradise and hell, including fiend or angels, will ever come in between them or their sexual love for each former.

John the Evangelist proudly introduced Rachel to his protagonist and neighbor. He was establishing his claim on her, and silently warning the undivided men or any man to intrude at their peril. A few of the topical anesthetic fair sex attending were old schoolmate, divorced or otherwise on the make for eligible men. lots to Rachael's vexation, one classmate, in particular, a striking raven-haired dish, Megan McCallister, continued to philander and brush up against him through much of the evening.

She had moved domicile a few solar day prior and made a respectable donation to get a tag. Megan was wearing a realistic, and expensive custom made Wonder Woman costume. With her long and thick waist-length ebony black hair, and Megan looked ravishing and incredibly sexy.

The most noticeable brand in the rug that evening was a young man dressed as Batman, who as it turned out, crashed the result. John was across the elbow room talking to Brad Green, while Rachel was talking to Dr. lamb, who was dressed as little Bo-Peep when Batman asked Rachael to trip the light fantastic. She politely declined and explained,"No, thank you. My escort has all my saltation reserved for the evening. You can't miss our matching costumes. We go together, like bread and butter."

"You mean the Milquetoast with the denude socks."Batman replied, grabbing her wrist,"Don't neutralize your time with that sap when you can receive a literal man, me ! Kiss me, pretty dolly ?"

"Don't feeling me !"Rachael announced, loudly enough for people to stop and look in their management,"Let go of me, now !"

"make me,"the Batman said, smirking.

Before the fraudulent caped crusader could blink, Rachel-Raggedy-Ann had him flatcar on his back on the story. She was off to the side and had good ascendence of his turgid callused handwriting, his wrist bent grass painfully, in both her modest hands. The defeated dork knight 's arm was straight up in the air. She had him completely immobilized and thoroughly humiliated.

In the secondly blinking of an eye, his skimmer hat left behind, John was at her side, glaring menacingly at the super-zero submarine on the floor. People gathered in a rough circuit to watch, while the DJ took the chance to announce,"Raggedy Ann just knocked the stuffing out of Batman, kinsfolk,"adding,"Oh what a fighting, smash, bash, kapow."

While the DJ continued to recount, Rachel warned the savourless role player on the floor,"All it takes now is a warm device to put down your wrist joint,"she said sweetly."However, I'm going to cave in you a chance at redemption, sinner,"she mocked, quite proud of with herself."You will apologise, or it's grab, crackle china, pop, and I'll have you arrested for ravishment. But foremost, take off your mask."

The mask came off, followed by a stream of apology while lavatory scowled menacingly and then realized,"shit, the resemblance is uncanny ! You must be Jacob Yoder's boy,"trick said surprised,"Let him up. I'll handle things from here. I know his father. The Yoder's are our Amish neighbors."

When the daft, defeated, dunderhead, dork, shithead knight slowly got up from the trading floor, John the Evangelist barked,"standstill up straight and take care at me."Has he apologized to your gratification, Rachael ?"

"rush his ass, John,"Brad cat valium called out, and lavatory ignored him.

"Yes, sweetheart, I believe he has learned his lesson."

"Did he offend you ?"

"No, Johnny, I'm mulct. I'll let you and his father handle things from here."

"Are you Jacob's son ?"John asked.

"Yes, Mr. McCord,"he replied, looking down, realizing who he just disrespected.

"How old are you, boy, and what's your name ?"

"I'm nineteen, Mr. McCord, and my epithet is Mark."

"Come on, McCord, plain his ass, just like in the old days,"somebody else called out.

The man, a schoolfellow, not a serious friend, more of a sometimes acquaintance, and a former rival was a first-hand attestant. He watched John, who was seventeen at the time, assume on three men, road construction proletarian who tried to grope his then-girlfriend in a topical anaesthetic diner, now long closed.

His girlfriend evened the betting odds slightly in John's favor by kicking one of the construction proletarian, the foreman, and the loud-mouth ringleader, forcefully and squarely in the crank, to put him temporarily out of military commission. John the Divine knocked the former still in the restaurant unconscious mind by banging the man's head on a door framing, once, and then twice for respectable measurement. He then dislocated and tore ligaments on the end construction workers right kneepan with a well-placed recoil, after this coward returned with a turgid hammer.

"looking at me,"bathroom ordered, and scar met his eyes,"the entirely intellect you're leaving here without a beating from me is that I respect your father."He leased out various hayfield and pastures to the young man's father.

The show is over phratry, and there's nothing more to see. Let's go, junior,"John said, cuffing him in the rear of the head, and giving him a shove towards the door,"You must be doing that Rumspringa thing. You and I are going outside to have got a buck private talk. Tomorrow I'll public lecture to your father."

Rachel made brightness level of the situation, modestly dismissing the praise and award from many of the the great unwashed attending. She also talked to the firsthand spectator who observed John's legendary fight with three mental synthesis workers to protect Megan McCallister from their unwanted attending ; the construction actor not knowing Megan's perseverance for never backing down.

Frustrated, with her failed endeavor to win trick over, Megan left the blowout before Rachel cleaned the carpeting with the bumbling, browbeaten Batman.

Rachael may hold imbibed too many gin and tonics. John Lackland switched from Rye whiskey on the rock'n'roll to plain club soda for the balance of the eventide as he was driving. He held her close when they danced. He told Rachael he loved her and Rachael told him the Same, and they danced, and they danced, and they danced. She was pleased and charmed he was such a ticket dancer, an police officer, and a gentleman. She was his bunny girl and little Spartan, and these thoughts pleased her.

When they returned household, Rachael's hands were all over him. She tried to undress him as he was unlocking the back doorway saying,"I'm so damn horny, Johnny, I want you to make fuck to me."

"No, not this night,"he replied, opening the door for her."We had a dandy meter at the Masquerade Gala, and you did a fantastic job of making it a huge succeeder. I'm proud of the way you handled the Yoder boy, and we did win the honorary prize from the DJ for a cotton stuffed kick-ass couple. I have our pictures to raise it. We've waited this long and tomorrow, or the day after is time enough to form have it off when you have a clearer head."

"But I'm ready to hump you now ! Don't you want me, greyback ?"she asked, incredulous and very frustrated he was turning her down.

"I want you very much, Bunny"he answered honestly, starting to waiver, and surprised to learn profanity coming out of her rima oris"but you've had a picayune too lots to tope, and we'll leave it at that."

"Well, so throw you, so we're even !"she exclaimed as she put her arms around his neck to kiss his brim, but first, she kicked the doorway shut with a bang."I love you, Johnny, and not because I'm a trivial tipsy."

John kissed and hugged her and said,"I love you too, and I must be crazier than a kangaroo in a minefield to flex you down. I'm going to bed to catch some Z's, and so should you,"and he took her arms from his neck opening and went upstairs to the bathroom to have a cold exhibitor, second-guessing his decision to turn her down.

Afterward, he found Rachel naked sprawled diagonally across their bed asleep. She didn't dissent as he shifted her and put her under the covers, or when he gently placed a pillow under her head.

He was thinking, ‘ The gin and bracing finally caught up with her.'He gently pushed her tomentum away from her human face and kissed her impudence. He then got into bed next to her and talked softly so as not to heat her,"bunny girl, you have no melodic theme how a good deal I love you or how much I want you right now.

I'm trying to do the decently affair, and I love you so much. I started loving you the morning after you arrived. I looked out our bedroom windowpane, and it was snowing. I saw you in a daydreaming, and you were standing in the sunlight on a summertime's day wearing a blanch sea-green summertime frock with blanched lace. You were in the herb garden where you were gathering lavender. You looked up at me watching you from the window. You smiled and blew me a kiss. Then all I saw was Charles Percy Snow.

You're a reasonable char and tomorrow we can drop the day making love if you like,"he said smiling,"Perhaps we can own a peculiar candlelight dinner, or a outing, or anything you want. lettuce and Butter, Bunny,"and he slowly drifted off to sleep, snuggled up to her and looking forward to making love to her the next day.

Rachel was gone when he woke up, and she didn't leave him a note, which is not like her. She didn't answer her cell phone or give back his textbook. privy concluded she was furious with him, and if so, there wasn't much he could do about it until she returned plate. It could very well be their first big combat when she returned.

After he had dressed, John picked up his cat and walked downstairs to the kitchen.

"well, what do you believe, brother ?"King John asked, sitting down and stroking his cat from head to tail,"It appears she isn't well-chosen with me right now. Yes, you're mightily ; I'm in a no-win berth. I'm sure she'll get over it. What did you say ?

No, Buddy, it's not that simple. She isn't in high temperature. Women are far more complicated than cats. What did I do wrong, you ask ? Good question. I'll tell you.

I did nothing wrongfulness, zip, zero, zilch. I did the in good order thing by Rachel, and I stand by my decision, and no, catnip is not going to soothe her. flower may help, or dark hot chocolate with caramel and sea table salt, she loves those, so I'll have both delivered,"and John sighed."Thanks for listening, Buddy. I appreciate your prompting. Yes, I know you want to eat, coming right up."

He ordered the flowers and confect and had them delivered to the theatre. He visited Jacob Yoder after breakfast ; the man was mortified by his son's

behavior. However, John assured him there were no grueling feeling. He spent the rest of the morning until too soon afternoon resetting the endocarp in segment of the rock fence along the road on the east incline of the property. It was a gravid undertaking that would take months, perhaps a year. The hard strong-arm Labour helped to disorder his frustration with Rachael.

He was nude ready to take a shower when he saw Rachael's white Toyota minivan through the sleeping room window pull in the driveway. He playfully shouted out the window,"I'm in the shower. Why don't you join me,"and he got in the shower, turned it on, and waited for her, hoping for a first, and he wasn't disappointed.

She quietly undressed, getting in behind him. whoremonger was soaping his face with his back to her when she put her arms around his waist, and she said,"So, where's Raggedy Ann, John the Evangelist, are you threadbare of her already, you hound ?"

"Megan, you're not Rachael,"he said opening his eyes,"what the blazes do you guess you're !"and he didn't finish the judgment of conviction having to rinse off the scoop from his face that was stinging his eyes.

Megan is a improbable woman at six-three ; sexy and curvaceous. She is confident and outperform, as well as being undefended, and at multiplication bluntly honest ; a fine match for a secure man who is capable of handling her. She was trying to rekindle the blazing masculine infernal region he had for her that she foolishly extinguished.



A few years after turning him down, Megan married a very much older man for his money and being an honest, straight woman, honored her spousal relationship vows to the alphabetic character and never strayed.

Her husband wanted a companion, and a beautiful wife to show off. He had niggling involvement in sex. He was a sound man and paid off her mother's medical handbill, and the initiative and indorse mortgages to save the syndicate John Deere Dealership from forclosure. Megan was very fond of her husband ; loving him like a brother, but not deeply, or romantically in love. She cared for him when he took ill. She was a very wealthy cleaning lady after he passed. John Lackland learned this from Brad Green the Night of the gala.

From John's view of her in the shower, Megan was in exceptional condition, for a char of forty-four ; warm, fit, buxom, and curvaceous.

Before stepping into the shower, Megan twisted her waist-length hair up into a heights bun, securing it with the two antique ebony chopsticks inlaid with Au wire. John gave her the chopsticks as a endowment for her sixteenth birthday. Although he didn't comment, John noticed and was pleased she still had them.

When he dated her, St. John's pet name for her was wonder Woman because of her striking resemblance to the mirthful record book heroine. Megan's cancel, tenacious, and voluptuary soot black tresses and her vibrant blue centre made her a raw for the part.

She ran her hands up and down John's buff sculptured chest of drawers, squeezing the fix muscles on his hard, brawny arms, and she said,"You know baby, you haven't changed much at all. You're the virile hard-bodied macho-man I remember."

He ignored the compliment and said,"That must be your minivan. Rachael has one almost indistinguishable to it."

"Department of Energy she ? Your little lactate isn't here now ; I am. I can't think what you see in her. She's so vanilla and gentle. I suppose she's OK if you like cute as a button. You and I used to be the judge league of lovers, dose, and I'm available again and all yours. Looking back, I was a fool when I turned you down all those years ago."

"Rachel is a MD Assistant,"Gospel According to John replied, getting out of the shower and grabbing a towel,"and this isn't right field. I love her, Megan. We have a domicile here together. The last affair I need is you naked in the exhibitioner !"

"I'll collapse you all the lovin you want, with no strings attached,"Megan replied, stepping out of the shower."You used to enjoy playing with my long hair while I sucked on your shaft,"She licked her digit and ran it down his breast to his manhood."Before you say no, let me prove I'm the ameliorate woman, your wonder charwoman, and a improve lover. I'm not leaving until then. One finis fling with me and if you're not satisfied, I'll leave and give you my blessings. She will never be the wiser. I'll even apologise to Rachael for how I acted at the Gala. I give you my word."

"He took a clean and jerk towel off the shelf and tossed it to her, and said,"I take you for your Scripture. However, the answer is still no. You should rationalise regardless. I'm going to my bedchamber and get dressed. I want you dressed and gone before Rachel gets home, or else,"and she followed him out into the hallway.

"Do n't be silly ! Or else what ? She asked, dropping the towel on the flooring, and walking towards him."It's not in your nature to lay script on a woman, and I."Megan did n't finish her time, stopping abruptly in surprise, but then smiling in amusement.

"I have no problem, though,"Rachel said quietly, stepping out of the bedroom, resolute and ready, her intense oculus, a kaleidoscope of dangerous shifting colors.

"Rachael, it's not what it seems. goose egg happened. Give me a opportunity to explain,"St. John said, standing in the hall with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Don't vilification me, Mr. McCord. It's all that it seems. Something is happening, because a naked bimbo is standing here."

"Hey ! What do you mean by a bimbo,"Megan exclaimed, getting into Rachael's boldness, her indignation overcoming her lack of vesture.

"The word bimbo is a noun, meaning a char who is intellectually vacuous and has an inordinate interestingness in appearing sexually seductive, you,"Rachael replied coldly,"Get dressed and clear out, bimbo, or else."” Or else what ?"Megan asked, sneering.

With a flash of move, Rachael drove the heel of her palm into Megan's solar rete. storm, but undaunted, Megan was in pain and gasping for breath, but still gear up to fight, when Rachael added,"How was that for vanilla and docile, you bimbo ?"

"Sorry, Megan, that was the or else portion,"he said."I tried to warn you,"and quickly got between them he added,"You've made your level, Rachel, don't hit her again. We both know she doesn't stand a opportunity against you."

"I've had my say, Mr. McCord. How could you ? I want her gone, and by the way, you look exceptionally guilty standing there wearing nothing but a towel, and she snatched it away from him,"Case closed,"Rachael turned her back to them and walked away, tossing the towel over her berm.

After they dressed, John tried to prepare the best of a bad situation, and walked Megan to her minivan, using himself as a buffer zone to keep the two women apart because Megan might demand a re-match only to lose again if Rachel came outside.

"Well, you can't blame a young woman for trying, John,"Megan said, smiling."I know I put you in a bad situation. I was wrongly, and I apologize. I remember you the way you used to be when no char could tie you down, except for me, and the stupid muggins that I was to let you getaway. Do you want me to babble out to Rachel when she cools off ? I'll hire all the rap and explain everything. I owe you that."

"No, I'll lecture to her. You'd better stay out of her way for a while."

"I'm not afraid of her, and besides, it was a lucky punch."

"I know you're not, afraid of her, and no, it wasn't a lucky anything ; accept my word for it. Rachel keeps me on my toes."

"Are you tempestuous with me, John ? Do you still hate me for turning you down ? You never answered any of my varsity letter ?"

"I'm more rile than angry, and I don't hate you,"he said, opening her car door for her."You haven't changed at all. You are as beautiful and as tempting as ever, and after all these years you've kept my gift. If you returned home a year sooner, who knows."

"I glad you remembered,"she replied, smiling,"I've never worn them for anyone but you."

Do you recollect Batman at the Gala ?"John asked.

Yes, he was one big strapping hunk. He couldn't take his eyes off of Rachel. Did you do something to him, because if you did, I'm sorry I missed it ?"

"No, Rachael did, and you left before she pinned his capitulum back. Brad Green was there, ask him what happened. I'm sword lily you've moved back home plate though, and in time, we'll all have a good laugh over the whole thing."

whoremaster found Rachel at the kitchen sink washing russet baking tater. He cleared his throat to get her attention, and she ignored him."We need to talk,"he said calmly, and she ignored again.

He tried to put his helping hand on her articulatio humeri to get her attending. She hissed menacingly,"Don't tinge me ! I know you're standing there."

He stepped back, took a cryptical breath, and said,"amercement, Rachel, I'm still going to have my say."

"Sure, real smart, continue digging yourself deeper,"she replied, not turning around,"Have your say for all the good it will do for you. Is your bimbo gone, because I soon will be, and you can keep on everything we bought together."

"Yes, she's gone, and Megan is not a bimbo. We dated through high schooltime, and then I joined the devil dog. Please be sensible and turn around and see at me ?

I don't want you to give. We can work out through this when you know what exactly happened."

She finished washing the last of the four Solanum tuberosum and then wiped her hands on a dish towel, throwing it violently into the cesspit. Rachael turned and looked directly at him and said,"Under the circumstances, I'm work very sane. How could you ?"

"Would you like to sit at the mesa ?"Saint John the Apostle offered, sitting down across from the red roses and candy he had delivered for her, which she hadn't acknowledged.

"No, I'll stand,"she said firmly,"have your say."

John told her everything, including how Megan broke his eye years ago.

john finished by saying,"That's the truth, Bunny. I'm set up to settle down, and you're the only woman in the Earth for me."

She walked retiring him and turned the oven on, preheating it to four-hundred-fifty degrees.

"That's quite a story,"she said, taking a standing rib roast out of the refrigerator and placed it on a cutting gameboard. Rachel was frowning, while she rubbed the roast vigorously with Worcestershire Sauce and then with coarse ground blackness black pepper and sea SALT. She made a series of 1/4 inch cryptical slits all over the top and side of meat and pushed garlic cloves into them. She then put the roast in a heavy cast smoothing iron roasting pan, os down.

"Do you need aid preparing dinner party ? Is there anything you want me to do ? Do you like your roses ? You haven't said. What about your favourite candy ?"

"No, I don't need your avail !"and she picked up the pan and slammed it on the cutting card."Don't assume you can grease one's palms me or that I'm stupid ? You've done quite enough, thank you, and you haven't answered my question ; how could you ?"

"How could I what ? I'm not having an occasion. I love you. I explained everything to you. Nothing happened. Do you consume anything constructive to say to me, any doubtfulness ?"He asked, trying to retain his temper.

"No, I have eyes, and ears and my head is made up,"she said checking the oven temperature, and satisfied slide the roasting pan in and set the wind-up kitchen timekeeper for xv minutes.

"Damn it, Rachel !"He exclaimed, standing up, and raising his vocalisation.

He accidentally overturned his hot seat, frustrated with her for being so cold and distant."I'm trying to intellect with you,"he added, lowering his voice, now tempestuous she was acting this way. He picked up the chair and put it back in stead with a cheap clunk.

"Don't provoke your voice to me, Mr. McCord, and stop throwing and banging the furniture around like an raging tike. I'm not worry in your lame excuses, or your sob story, and I'm not the someone caught with a au naturel woman. All the evidence distributor point to an affair. Your bimbo was all over you the other nighttime. I ignored it because I trusted you, and now this. You admitted to me you're a bounder. Why should I believe you've changed when my oculus tell me otherwise ?"She walked past him and started preparing the Ceasar salad, repeating,"How could you ?"

He stood in lieu for quite a piece with his arms folded across his chest of drawers and his center closed, keeping his pique in cheque while she walked past him several to a greater extent time. He then opened his middle and said, quietly,"arrest calling me Mr. McCord, and will you please stand still, or sit down at the board so we can discuss this comparable reasonable adults ?"The kitchen timekeeper went off as if on cue.

"I don't want to babble out about it,"she retorted, and she walked past him again to turn the oven down to three-twenty-five and reset the timekeeper. She then walked back to the sump replication and began grating the Parmesan Malva sylvestris.

"We are going to blab about this."

"Why should I, you just accused me of not being an adult."

"Damn it, intercept twisting my words, and we are going to talk about it !"

"No, we are not !"she exclaimed, turning and raising her voice,"not until you answer my question,"They stood there staring at each other.

"Yes, we are !"he insisted, just about having enough of her accusations.

"I don't take rules of order from you ! Try and establish me !"she challenged, and she turned her back to him again and continued grating.

"Try and make you ? Try and make you ! What is your major malfunction, woman ?"He asked, having enough, and storming external through the door in the kitchen leading to the backbone porch, and catching himself from slamming it. He needed to be alone for a while.

track after him and calling out his name, Rachel caught up with him at the end of the drive, wondering if she pushed him too far. She grabbed his shirt to break off him and said,"Johnny, you should ingest seen the feeling on your face, when I said, Try and realise me. I ca n't do this to you anymore,"and she started laughing."I'm sorry, for teasing you, but an opportunity like this only comes once in a lifetime."

He didn't turn around and replied,"Are you saying the whole bullshit thing was an act ?"St. John the Apostle asked, still angry."God shit it, Rachael, it's not funny, and I'm not amused."

"Please don't be wild with me. I admit I pushed you too far. Did you blank out I told you I was in the Drama nightspot all through high school and college ?"He didn't comment or wrick around.

"Let me excuse,"she continued, I recognized Megan just before she turned down our road. We were coming from opposite directions, and obviously, she didn't know it was me. I didn't follow her powerful away but drove past. I waited a couple of minute of arc before pulling into the driveway. She was entering the house by then."

"What exactly did you learn ?"John asked, turning to face her. Rachael took a stair back frightened. His normally warm blue eyes were hard and cold ; sub-zero ice-cold, and dangerous, and his stance was ramrod straight ; inflexible and unyielding,

"I heard everything,"she admitted, not laughing now, and worried he wouldn't forgive her."Your sis told me about Megan, turning down your proposal of married couple. Sarah still wants her horsewhipped. She worries about you, Rebel. I'm sorry, what more can I say, except I love you, Johnny, and I'm sorry ?"

"I see, I'm still not amused. Now you tell me you've been conspiring with my baby sister. Sarah is going to get an ear full from me. How long has this been going on ?"

"For months now,"and she put her arms around his neck,"Bread & Butter, stunner, aren't you going to buss me ?"“ No, damn it."

"Pretty please, kiss me, Johnny."She entreated.

"No,"he persisted,"how do I know you're not acting now, and the bullshit won't head start over again ?"

"Kiss me, pretty delight with hot black pepper on it ?"She beseeched playfully, touching his face, and running his fingers through his whisker,"Will you please forgive me ?"

"Make me."He demanded, trying to repress a grin, tugging lightly on her ponytail, and relieved Rachael knew he forgave her.

"I want to make love to you, Johnny, but first we'll have a cozy, quixotic candlelight dinner. I have some other surprises for you, and thank you for the candy and flowers."

John gently crushed her to him and kissed her lips long and deep ; his angriness and vexation went. He'd been outmaneuvered big time and had to let in it was a brilliant, convincing performance, despite being at his expense. His Sister would still get an earful, for playing the matchmaker, bless her skillful intentions.

"As always, your luscious brim are affectionate, ask round, and delicious, plus glorious and uplifting. I love you, and I forgive you, bunny girl. May I have another ?"

She returned his candy kiss and said,"I'm going to deliver my say. You're mine Rebel, and nobody or nothing in this universe, or the multitudinous void between Shangri-la and hell, including demons or holy man, will ever come between us."

"You left something out, Rachael Ann Buchanan, and the most important thing of all."

"What did I leave out ?"she asked wondering why he was using her replete name

"There are some affair I won't tolerate, even from you,"and John started laughing,"You got me good. You outgunned me. I was outflanked and almost bombed to smithereens. You had me in good retreat until you ran out and captured me by grabbing my shirt. If we are going to argue, do it for material. It is time to go plate and delay on the rib knock, and bunny rabbit ?"

"Yes, Johnny"

I never want to hear that variety of Irish bull, from you ever again. Do I take myself clear ?"She looked into his eyes and realized this was the first base time since they had been together ; he set demarcation line with her."Yes, Johnny,"and she hugged him and kissed his cheek ; surrendering to him.

When they returned place, Rachael went upstairs to dress for the candle flame dinner while Saint John helped by setting the kitchen table. All the silverware, dishes, and chalk were matching now. She returned wearing a pale super C summertime frock with lace trimming, and Rachael had put her red auburn hair up in an refined French people twist.

"Rachael, your haircloth, you look ravishing, and where did you get that clothes ?"John asked, surprised, and thinking she heard everything when he thought she was sleeping,"Did you purchase it today to storm me."

"It was my mother's dress, mantrap ; Mom was wearing it when she first met my Dad. She was spending the afternoon in the Savannah Botanical Gardens with her sister, my Aunt Mary. This dress has been in my hope breast for years. I've never worn it and was saving it for a special affair ”, she said taking the rib roast out of the oven to rest.



"I was angry with you, Reb, and I needed to get away to think past my anger when we should deliver talked it out like we always do. You turned me down, and I was hurt and frustrated. That got me to thinking. It was me who was being unreasonable. You're so reasonable most of the time ; it's almost annoying. I went shopping and decided to wee-wee a special dinner for us."

"Is that it, Bunny ?"You're sure there's nothing else ?"He asked, putting his munition around her waistline and kissing her brass,"Did I tell you how lovely you look ?"

"Should there be something else ?"she asked, looking into his warm blue eyes ; and noticing he was smiling with his precious dimples showing."I did mention surprises. I bought you six duo of the midst merino wool socks you like to wear out, and some for me. I found a luxurious, Virgin wool scarlet red Mackinaw coat with a detachable hood. It was on sale, 40 % off."

"Anything else, bunny girl ?"he asked,"Those are very reasonable leverage. What you need now are soft woolen mittens ; woolen mittens for my small bunny girl kitten."

"Very cute. You can ask me shopping tomorrow to buy fond fleece mittens for your little bunny kitten. I still need a winter hat and scarf joint. Red and green are Christmas vividness, and I'm thinking greenness. Cashmere is balmy, and you can buy them too keep me toasty quick if I get caught in a snowstorm."

"Are we negotiating, he ?"He asked, kissing and nuzzling her neck.

"Of course we are, dimples because that is what fair people do. I bought two distich of Sorel Pac kicking with instant woollen felt line drive for each. One dyad is for you."

They had a cozy romantic dinner, and after toilet held her close, and they danced to soft, slow, music in the kitchen until Rachel took his hand and they went to their bedchamber, and her first risky venture there.

John the Evangelist sat on the bed, while Rachael slowly undressed for him, dropping each clause of clothing on the level at her infantry until she was naked before him. She left her tomentum up for John to lead down.

He stood up and walked to her, and she turned facing away to learn them in the mirror on the bedroom room access as he took the thole from her haircloth, one by one and dropped them on the floor. Rachel's hair was now touching her shoulder joint. She turned to face him and shook her head, her hair partially covering her facial expression ; Rachael closed her eyes.

Her hands went to the collar of his gabardine shirt, and she started unbuttoning the second button from the top, stopping to unbuckle his thick leather belt so that she could pull his shirt out of his blasphemous jeans. She wondered how big his hard cock was.

John could smell her musky foreplay enhanced by her perfume, and it was driving him wild with desire for her, but he was holding back, knowing it would be worth the hold for the giving she was giving him.

Eyes still closed, Rachel took lav's face in her small hands and traced his face and with her fingers. She ran her hands down his bare gruelling dresser to touch the concentrated ropey muscles on his coat of arms, back, and thorax. John took his shirt off and dropped it to the base so that she could continue ; he wanted her so bad. She continued kissing him, working his way down his hard chest, stopping near his heart and kissed the pucker marks where the bullets passed through that could take in ended his liveliness.

She continued to his apartment, washboard stomach caressing him with her little hands until she was kneeling. She unbuttoned the single embossed copper clit of his blue jeans and then unzipped them, pulling them down around his ankles for him to step out of which left only his boxers. They were bulging in front where his hard cock pressed against them trying to escape.

She squeezed his firm ass through the fabric and then ran her hands down his muscular legs before pulling down his boxers to his ankles, and lav stepped out of them.

John helped her to her feet, and closed his eyes, pushing her hair away from her brass. He took her boldness in his custody and kissed her lip long and oceanic abyss, caressing her tongue with his.

He put his hired man underneath her hair at the back of her nape, let his fingerbreadth survey the physical body of her pass and typeface while kissing her lips again the Lapp, sighing with contentment.

john kissed Rachel's forehead, her cheeks and capitulum, and neck ; behind her ear : everywhere and she was tingling all over thinking about of all that she had been missing as a Virgin. He was kissing her as if she were the most treasured thing in the cosmos, because to him, she was.

He worked his way down her neck and berm, kissing, but lingered at the root of her pharynx ; taking in the scent of her scent that she put there for him. He gently turned her to face the mirror and stood behind her.

can's handwriting and fingers were everywhere touching probing lingering while kissing her neck, facial expression, and shoulders. He caressed and stroked her breasts ; paying especial attention to her teat, watching her chemical reaction in the mirror, until her teat was were concentrated, and he felt her shudder with pleasure.

Rachel took his script, and they got into bed. They made dear, facing each former lying on their slope, entwined as one. It was sweet and gentle ; calm and unhurried. The passion was pure and loving. It was a communion of souls. Her coming was like ardent lavender-infused bathwater, soothing and cleansing ; His sexual climax no less satisfying. He waited long months for her, and before that, most of his adult life and not knowing, until she stumbled into his arms. lavatory's climax was hot and burning ; dissimilar from her gentle orgasm, and she felt the inferno of his seeded player as he pumped it into her womb ; as Rachel gifted him with her virginity.

It was around three in the morn. John was sound asleep side by side to his love when he felt her hand touching his face."Are you awake ?"“ What, what is it, bunny ?"he asked, one-half asleep."I'm horny,"she cooed,"I want to make love to you again."

"Now ? Twice in one dark ?"“ Of course now, Stud,"she replied,"I want to suck on your cock, and then be on top for the grand finale."

"Yes, ma'am,"he quickly agreed. Rachael began licking the tip of his cock, teasingly, getting further aroused until, it was hard, pulsating and twitching, while he played with her fuzz."Goodness, that was fast,"Rachel said, pausing briefly, but pleased she could arouse and titillate him this way, having never done anything like this before. Still, she was in gross control and was remembering Megan's words about Johnny loving his tool sucked, and her long hair's-breadth, she was thinking, ‘ Top this, you Bimbo, He is mine now. I'm going to finish this, and we'll settle this once and for all."

Do you enjoy playing with my hair while I suck your hammer, stud,"She asked, knowing the reply as she continued licking and sucking, while she fingered her clitoris, sucking ravenously and savoring every inch of his cock, all wet and sloppy. Rachael was enjoying this new intimate delight as much as Johnny always did.

He was growling oceanic abyss in his throat in primordial exaltation, and she was about to have another orgasm, when,"stop consonant, you wanted to,"Too late, she refused to block off as John's orgasm fusillade with a implosion therapy onslaught ; a deluge, a river overflowing its camber as his thick, rich cum flooded into Rachel's mouth to get down, and swallow it she did, while her second orgasm burned through her like the perdition of a tanker truck of gas on blast, before exploding, and eventually burning out.

"Oh, God, you just sway my worldly concern. Feel loose to wake me up anytime for one of them. You'll get no complaint from me,"He patted her pillow, reaching for her to nurse her and lavish her with kisses ; and he did.

As he held her close,"Johnny, who gives,"“ You do, Bunny"he interrupted, not giving her the hazard to ask,"But,"she started to say,"and he didn't let her finish a second fourth dimension,"Yours are much, much better than what's her epithet, without a doubt, and I say without hesitancy, and dandy conviction, because I know what's well for me, and if you know what's good for you, you'll never bring it up again."

"Yes, Sir, and good solution, sweetie, Bread and Butter, Johnny."“ bread and Butter, Bunny, and that is my final summation on that subject."

"Rachel ?"Yes, Johnny."“ You have beautifully easygoing and silky hair."“ Thank you,"she replied, knowing what was coming next."You look elegant and lovely when you to wear down it up."

"How long do you want my hair ?"“ Are we still negotiating, he asked ?"“ How long do you want my hair ?"she inquired.

"I'm intellection, maybe down to here,"he said hopefully, and he placed the bound his bridge player halfway down her back as if measuring."Just down to there, are you for sure ?"Rachel asked, touching his expression, and snuggling closer. Encouraged, he shifted his helping hand down, three fingers above her waist.

"If I do, what concessions do your, whirl, Johnny Reb ? I keep your pilus trimmed, and you enjoy the attention ?"

"What grant do you command ?"

"Will you brush it for me ?"she asked, knowing that he would,"and read how to lace it for me ?'

"Yes, all those are sensible concessions,"he replied, knowing she was already growing it out for him, and realizing what she was up too.

"Show me again with your hand how long you want it when I suck on your big putz ?"she teased, and when he did,"Done, and done,"she agreed,"negotiations closed."

John awoke refreshed and well-rested from the ethereal swarm of Morpheus's pleasant dreams. In his dream before awakening, he and Rachel were at a family field day on his sister's cattle farm. His sis Sarah was raising her wine glass to ready a toast to them when it started to rain. All the Guest, including Rachael, go up abruptly, leaving him alone at the board as they rushed into the cattle ranch theater to hightail it the deluge of rain, wind, and hail while calling him to come inside.

He woke up, realizing he could hear water running.

He placed his deal on her side of the bed, thinking ‘ It's still affectionate, she must be in the can,'and this made him smile. ‘ He quietly entered the bathroom, surprising her as he grabbed her through the shower drapery, making her screaming in surprisal.

"My, that was mature, did you get wind me calling you ?"She asked, momentarily annoyed, but smiling at his fun, thinking, ‘ I should make suspected something like this.'

"Oh, sorry,"whoremonger replied,"Now that I've established it 's you ; I'll leave you to your shower. There are more rib roast and roasted hot peppers waiting for me downstairs for breakfast."

"rack fast, marine,"Rachel reprimanded,"Do you need a dinner gown printed invitation ?"

"Of course not. I'll get my fountain pen, and you write it out while I eat a sandwich. We'll tape it right here in the bathroom threshold to avoid futurity misunderstandings."

"bathroom Ian McCloud, if you know what's go for you, you'll cut this nonsense out and get in this shower right now !"She scolded as if admonishing a willful child.

"using my full gens in that tone of representative won't work with me."

"It won't ; I'll have to think of something else. What do you suggest ?"

"Let me think about it. Can I eat while I'm thinking about it,"and immediately after a bar of Kirk's Castile soap came sailing over the top of the cascade curtain in his focussing. He caught it without thinking, much like a shortstop catching a baseball within easy reach.

"wellspring, since you put it that way, Bunny…."

He joined her seconds later with the persuasive bar of goop, and Rachael put her coat of arms around his neck and said,"lettuce & Butter, lover,"and then she kissed his lips and said,"I love you, Johnny."She then wet him down with the shower bath baton, and taking the scoop started soaping his neck opening and shoulders, saying,"You know baby, you haven't changed much at all. You're still the manlike hard-bodied scantling I remember from net night, and two sentence, no lupus erythematosus !"and she kissed him again, squeezing his ass for full measuring.

She looked down, smiling, and started to wash out his difficult putz standing at attention from her business firm and stimulating saponaceous succour."This a very squeamish technique for your first shower with a man,"John the Evangelist commented as she continued to wash him,"testament I get shampoo, too ?"

"What makes you imagine it's my first off time ?"she asked innocently.

"Washing a patient role doesn't count,"he answered.

"Good spot, and thank you for the compliment. You will get a shampoo, and then you will give me one."As she said it, the doorbell rang ; then they heard trashy knocking on the front door .