TUNNEL OF reliance

1975, Southeastern United States

Travis lived in an old log cabin a few hundred thou from the point where the brook flowed into the big river. His forefather had bought two acres for succeeding to zip and built the position one log at a clip in the tardy nineteen-fifties and they had used it as a hunting and fishing getaway. When he was Edward Young Travis had always looked forward to coming there with his Dad and former pal Eddie to fish out in the river and in-season would hunt for deer and rabbits.

The cabin was pretty crude from the get-go. His sire installed a septic army tank and drilled a well, but the water was wide of sulphur and early minerals and it smelled and tasted bad. The cabin was a few international nautical mile from the small Town up the brook, so there was no electricity either until the mid-sixties. As the town slowly expanded in the direction of the big river his Padre, who happened to be a executive program at the electric ship's company, managed to get a ability line run out to the point. halt ahead of the growth, he'd said, and one of the bigwig had agreed and approved it. The cabin still had no heat or air conditioning, but at least it had power for lights, buff, a fridge and a stove.

Eddie was drafted in ‘ 67 and was soon sent off to Vietnam and Travis followed him XV months later. Eddie was killed in armed combat when Travis was in Boot Camp. Travis went to war too and nine calendar month later was sent domicile with his left leg full of shrapnel and three of his toes blown off. He would walk with a wobbly limp for the eternal rest of his animation. When he got home he found out his girlfriend had moved in with another guy. Then he got tired of as a dog and became excited with high febrility. He went to the doctor. The doctor put him in the hospital immediately ; he had malaria. Over the following half-year his father died of a heart tone-beginning, and then his mother passed away shortly thereafter. She hadn't been sick ; Travis assumed she'd died of a broken heart.

Travis was their lone heritor. He hired a attorney to sort everything out, get rid of all the personal property and sell the house. Then he packed all his stuff into his pickup and hitched the gravy holder and trailer to the rear and drove to the cabin. That was all he wanted. He'd been there ever since.

After the estate sale, selling the firm and receiving the life insurance Travis netted a little over $ 31,000. He insisted on cash ; he no longer trusted his governing and he wasn't trusting any Banks. The lawyer thought it was a rum request but he didn't pry and had the hard currency waiting for him when he came to pluck it up. Then Travis drove to the small town up the creek where he had a post billet box and picked up his monthly disability check. He cashed it at the cant and ride to his cabin. He opened a trading floor board under the rug in the sleeping room and stashed the money in the steel box obliterate there.

For many months, all Travis did was go sportfishing in the daybreak and work around the cabin the balance of the day, fixing it up. He and his pickup became a intimate sight in Ithiel Town, the ‘ loner from the full point'they called him, coming and going, buying tool and materials, ordering supplying, always paying cash. He painted. He built a straw man porch the distance of the cabin. He rebuilt the bulkhead and dock. He replaced the old shingled roof with alloy and installed gutter all around, which flowed into two immense cisterns he installed at the book binding of the cabin, one for the kitchen and one for the bathroom and indoor and out-of-door showers. In a southerly, subtropical climate that received fifty-some inches of rainfall per year the tanks stayed well-filled well-nigh of the time. The well water was just used for the commode, cleaning fish and washing down the truck and boat.

He built himself a desk. Because at night Travis tried to spell. He'd always been a writer, and had sent many short stories out to cartridge clip, and had had two published, earning twenty-five dollars for each. But now he was trying to spell something big, something special. About the war and the shit he'd seen and the pain sensation he'd endured and the Brother he'd lost and his angriness and the hatred he felt for the prick who had sent him there and how everybody now looked at him like he was some kind of addict ever since he'd come home. But the composition wasn't happening. He ripped sheet after rag of paper out of his typewriter and threw them in the trash.

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Travis fished nearly daily and found that he was not only safe at it, but that it could be profitable. He'd blood line his fridge and freezer and then sell the rest to the market in town or to a market in the township across the river. Mostly trout and cat. With his monthly check-out procedure and the money he had coming in from fishing he made more than enough to subsist on and each month he would stash More immediate payment into his steel box.

One afternoon after a very prodigious day out on the river, Travis was cleaning Pisces the Fishes on his dock when he noticed a skiff coming his way from township heading toward the river. There was an older, good-looking shameful girl sitting back with her hand on the tiller of an old, small outboard motor that sounded like it was about to recoil the bucket at any moment. In front of her were three young tiddler, two boy and a girl.

"Hi, Mister !"one of the son called, as the gravy boat neared his dockage. It slowed and eased closer.

"Hi. How're y'all doing today ?"Travis asked.

"trade good ! Going for a boat drive,"the boy said.

"Where are you all going ? This here's the end of the creek. You better sour around. You don't want to get out in the river !"

"Why not ?"

"Number one that minuscule motor isn't going to facilitate you much, it's pretty rough out there, the current's too strong. Plus, where are your life jackets ?"

"We're not going in the river,"the older girlfriend said."Just to the sassing, then we was gon na turn back."

"Good,"Travis said."Why don't you tie up, bring a breach ?"

They secured the skiff and climbed up onto the dock.Travis could see that the older girl on the tiller was actually a young dame, and an attractive one at that. She looked to be about nineteen or twenty dollar bill, was dilute and barefoot and wore blueish jean cutoffs and a White River t-shirt. Her breasts were small and bra-less, her nipples slightly aroused inside her dampish shirt. Her hairsbreadth was a wind-blown, frizzy black mop but her toned sleeve and legs were smooth as chocolate milk.

"What ya doin'Mister ?"the boy said.

"Cleaning fish. Catfish. This here's a big one too, I'd bet 30 pounds or close to it. Y'all like wolffish ?"

They got talking about catfish. They all loved catfish. Mama fried it up every chance she got, the older girl said.

They talked as Travis cut and cleaned. He learned where they lived. It was on the other incline of the brook a couple Roman mile closer to Ithiel Town in the Black section. They were siblings.Their Dad was a truck driver and was away a lot. Their Mom raised crybaby and tended garden and houseclean houses in town. He learned their name. The chum were Nathan and Roy, the vernal girl was Joy. Mom was Jolene, Dad was Robert.

The older girl was Bettina. She was nineteen. She helped Mom with the kids and the chickens and the garden and worked at the drug store to help with the bills. Travis had a hard clip looking away from her slim, trig trunk, her cute bottom and her dark silklike cutis. But he caught himself, shook it off. This was the south.

"How many of you are there living in your house ?"Travis asked.

"VII,"Bettina said."Our nan lives with us too."

Travis cut various long, stocky spell, about three pounds, and wrapped them up in parchment paper. He handed it to Bettina.

"There now,"he said."Take that home with you. Fry it up. That will be a tasty dinner for your family."

"Oh, you don't have to do that, Mister Travis."

"I know that, Bettina. But I want to. Just being a goodness neighbor, that's all. And enough of that Mister material. Just ring me Travis."

"O.K.. Travis. Thank you. And I'm sure my mummy thanks you too,"Bettina said.

"We're gon na have a good supper tonight !"Nathan said enthusiastically.

Travis finished up his study and squirted off the table and washed the guts and remains into the creek.

"Now you all do me a favour,"Travis said."Don't go any closer to that river. It's dangerous. You turn that gravy boat around and head back household, you hear ?"

The kids uttered a chorus line of okey and Bettina said they would. She would take tutelage of them.

"Okay skilful. Now I have to head into Ithiel Town. And I don't want to hear about a sauceboat sinking in the creek with four untried people and three Ezra Loomis Pound of wolf fish in it !"

They all laughed and got back into the skiff. They said bye and Bettina got the motor started on the third pull. All four were waving back at Travis as they headed off in the direction from which they'd come.

Travis grabbed his cooler and put it in the bed of his truck and force to township to trade his fish.

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Travis had become a loner, but he wasn't antisocial. If a position presented itself he could be friendly and social, but he wasn't naturally outgoing. Not any more. In high school he'd played horn in the isthmus and starred on the football and baseball game teams, he was tall, bighearted and popular and had had a lot of supporter. But now he'd lost touch with his old admirer and the only times he played horn was when sometimes late at dark he'd sit on his porch and improvise mellow doleful melodies. And somewhere out on the river was a sax player who'd sometimes answer him back with dirges of his own.

The damn war had taken so much from him. In LE than a year his personal life had gone from being young and enthusiastic about the time to come to a hellish nightmare. kickoff his brother went home in a body bag. Then he went over there. As soon as the room access of the plane opened after landing in southeastern Asia he knew instantly he was in sin. It was like walking into a fire furnace ; he didn't think anyplace on Earth got that fucking hot. Six sidereal day later he saw a soldier killed, the number 1 of many he'd informant over the chase calendar month. The gore, the sand, the lacerate limb. Then a mortar blew off part of his foot and ripped into his leg with sharp, hot metal, like razors. They sent him home a few weeks later to a place he barely recognized, and everything he saw was fogged by what he'd seen, by what had happened to his brother, and to himself, and by his rage and hatred and pain in the neck. And he also knew in his spirit that the deaths of his parents were not unrelated to the war, either. The war had killed them too, residually.

So Travis was depressed. wild, micturate, tired, anxious and depressed. That's where the cabin came in. Get as far away from the nightmare as he could. Fish, hunt, sit on the porch and stare at the body of water and the shorebirds, play his horn.

And write. But the writing hadn't been going so well. He knew he had a story to tell and knew that writing it would be his catharsis, his therapy. It would be the lone way he could heal.

There was another thing that bothered him. It bothered him a lot. And he blamed the war for that too.

Travis was impotent. Never was before, but was now. He couldn't remember exactly when he'd go had a erection, but it was sometime after he saw his number 1 platoonmate perish before his eyes and sometime before he'd almost had his own leg blown off.

He'd tried many times since to get hard and buck off, but without success. He'd about given up.

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A few 24-hour interval later Travis was sitting on his porch drinking an orange calf love. It was late good afternoon and he was resting. He had just returned from town and was taking a rest before whipping up some supper.

He heard a conversant strait. It was the Lapp putt-putt-putt of the outboard motor motor he'd heard a few days earlier when he'd had his visitors. As the speech sound got louder he saw the Sami skiff come in into view. Bettina was alone this time. She aimed the bow at the loading dock and Travis walked down to recognise her.

Travis secured the skiff and then took Bettina's hand and helped her up onto the dock. It was the initiatory time they'd bear upon and her hand felt small inside his own. When she stood tightlipped beside him after hoisting her up he realized she was taller than he remembered, maybe five-seven or -eight. She looked much to a greater extent womanhood than child, he thought.

She had a hoop with her."For you,"she said."From Momma and the category. As thanks for the bully supper we had eating that catfish. We all enjoyed it. It was Delicious !"

"I'm glad to hear that,"Travis said."But this wasn't necessary."

"Just bein'a good neighbor, that's all. right wing ?"

"Right."

He peeled back the towel and there were a crate of a dozen eggs, two vast red ripe Lycopersicon esculentum, a cucumber, a zucchini and a yellow squash.

"Oh, wow ! Thank you."

"All from our own garden and our own chicken !"Bettina said.

"These look great. Now I know what I'm having for supper. You care to link me, Bettina ?"

"Oh, I can't, Travis. I tole Momma I'd be back directly. I got ta watch the shaver tonight."

"Oh okay, uh, maybe some former time."

"That would be fine,"she said.

They stood there for a instant frozen in muteness.

"Let me put these inside and I can give you back this basket."

"Okay."

Bettina didn't judgement staying a couple extra second. She followed Travis up to the porch. Travis put the orchis and vegetables on the table and handed the basket and towel to her.

"Now you be sure to give thanks your Mom and Dad for this. I surely appreciate it."

"I will,"she said, looking around the porch and inside the unresolved door."You live here by yourself ?"

"Yep, just me."

"Don't it get lonely ?"

"Sometimes, I guess. But I've learned to like the solitude. Been thinking about getting a dog, though. Be gracious having a dog around. To talk to, get sportfishing, ride in the truck."

"We got a dog, a big ole terrier mix. expert dog, but he's feisty. Got ta keep him away from the chickens."

There was another secretiveness as they stood looking each early in the eyes, fairly close. Travis felt like she was looking right through him. He wanted to reach her but knew he shouldn't. Bettina felt the Saame way.

"wellspring, I better git going,"she said and turned to walk down to the dock.

Travis followed and helped her down into her skiff. He held her hand again and thought she had a pretty solid hold for a cosmic string bean. She started the motor and he tossed her subscriber line into the boat. They waved and he watched her until she disappeared around the bend.

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Bettina knew Travis's schedule so she stopped by the cabin a routine of prison term. She'd just bead by innocently, usually in the skiff, but a mates times she rode her cycle all the way from town. They would sit in the rockers on the porch or on the lounge inside with a soft deglutition and talk. Travis was relieved and surprised by how easy she was to babble to and he enjoyed her sojourn. It was almost as if she could pull the diffidence out of him and he found himself slowly opening up, like coming out of a racing shell one hairline crack at a time.

She asked him personal doubt, questions that used to urinate him shrivel up and change by reversal away. But with Bettina somehow, he talked.

‘ Why you hobble ?'she asked, and he told her all about the war, seeing so a great deal bloodshed and being sent family after almost getting his leg blown off.

‘ Where's your family ?'she asked, and he told her about their death, and the circumstances.

‘ You play trumpet at night, don't you ?'she asked, after seeing the instrumental role sitting bell-down on a board in the corner. He nodded and she said, ‘ I know, I listen ’.

Travis would bar in at the drug store when he was in town selling his fish or running errands. He'd sit on one of the red-cushioned commode at the fount and get a soda pop and hope to see Bettina. She was often there and they would chat a little, share a smile or two, maybe even flirt a bit, and the camaraderie did not go unnoticed by shoppers and employees. Travis soon noticed people eyeing him in a new, different way as he made his way around to the grocery store, the computer hardware store, the post office and the banking company. Bettina heard the whisper too.

Bettina's parents got wind of it, and were none too felicitous about it. But Bettina didn't caution, she was almost xx years old and she had found a new friend, and he wasn't some stuck-up prig from this Podunk southern town, and she liked him, and she didn't care what color he was or what the neighbors thought.

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Bettina went to the market on a Friday after work. There was a bulletin board in the front man of the depot where hoi polloi tacked up posters and notices of all kinds. Bettina saw one that said ‘ free DOG ’. She called the number.

The woman who answered the phone said that they were getting cook to move to the city and they couldn't take their dog. They hated to make her up but if they couldn't find it a right home in the future few daytime, she would get to holler the pound.

"What variety of dog is it ?"Bettina asked.

"A Beagle-Corgi mix. She's beautiful ! Two long time old, about twenty pounds, afters as she can be and housebroken too."

"And you're giving her away ?"

"Yes, just so she goes to a in effect home."

"Can I see her ?"Bettina asked.

"Of course, Dear."

Bettina went straight over and fell in honey immediately. Bella was her name and she was a big mushball, licking and kissing her all over her fount and forehead and ears.

"She's wonderful,"Bettina said."I'd love to have her. Can I pick her up tomorrow ?"

The lady said yes, it felt right, yes she could.

Bettina thanked the woman profusely and promised her Bella was going to have a very happy home.

The following day Bettina had to work in the morning until the afternoon. She got off workplace and went to the market and bought some dog food. She was hoping the madam would reach her Bella's taking into custody and leash.

The noblewoman was almost in teardrop as she said goodbye to Bella. Bettina thanked her over and over, and felt sad for her. But she felt skillful as she walked dwelling house with Bella on the trio, heeling on her left.

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Late afternoon, Bettina and Bella were in the skiff together, puttering down the creek toward Travis's cabin. Both were wearing living jackets ( she knew Travis would get a squawk out of that ), and their cargo included a liberation of dog chuck and a metal bucket filled with miniature, accessary and Bella's tennis globe.

Travis was alfresco chopping wood when he heard the comrade outboard motor approaching. He put down his axe and hobbled toward his dock. His face broke into a wide grin when he saw Bettina and the dog approach, both with orange tree life vests around their necks.

"Brought you your new roommate,"Bettina said, as the gravy boat slipped up against the bobtail."Her epithet's Bella. She's a sweetie."She tossed a personal credit line to Travis.

"Really ?"he said, as he secured the boat."For me ?"

She handed the bucket and dog chow up to Travis. Bella jumped up onto the dock and immediately into Travis's blazon. He took the life jacket off.

"Yep, for you,"Bettina said."You need someone to take guardianship of you."

"You're a great dog, aren't you, Bella ?"Travis said as he hugged her."friendly and pretty too, aren't you ?"

Travis picked up the tennis ballock and threw it toward the business firm. Bella took off after it and immediately returned and dropped it at his base. He threw it again, Saame result.

"A family was moving away and couldn't take her,"Bettina said."She was free to a good house. I told the Lady I knew the best nursing home for her."

"You sure did, thank you. She's beautiful. Thank you so lots !"

He hugged Bettina and held her in his arms for a moment and felt the heat of her body against his. He kissed her on her synagogue. He felt her implements of war around him, briefly. It was the first fourth dimension. It felt delinquent, and it felt good.

They walked up to the cabin. Travis filled a big bowl with sweet body of water and another bowlful with chow and put them on the kitchen base. Bella dove right in to both.

"The lady said Bella's all house-trained, too."

"Good,"said Travis."That makes two of us."

They sat on the rockers and talked about Bella as the dog chased the lawn tennis ball across the one thousand every clip Travis would throw it.

"I better be going,"Bettina finally said."I want to get that boat back before dark."

At the dockage Travis faced her and said,"Thank you, Bettina. This is the nicest thing anybody's ever done for me. And I love her epithet. Bella. Bettina and Bella. The two B's : for the two woman in my life."

They stood in silence for a moment. Bettina looked up into his optic and squinted into the lowered sun.

"I like that,"she said, and rose on her toes and kissed Travis on the corner of his mouth.

Travis then took her into his subdivision and put his lips directly on hers and kissed her, and she kissed him. Her backtalk opened for him and his tongue did not rot the opportunity. He felt the fuzziness of her backtalk and tasted her for the very get-go sentence and her sinewy tongue danced with his. The kiss lingered, neither in a hurriedness to end it.

"That was courteous,"Bettina said."I break go."

Travis held her mitt as she got into the skiff. He had a tear sliding down his impudence as she started the motor and headed off.

Bettina felt an jubilant easement as she motored home. Travis thought, maybe hoped, he wasn't sure, he'd felt a heated tingle in his loins.

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A pair days later Travis was in township and stopped at the pharmacy. He didn't see Bettina right away, but he was anxious to talk to her. It was after lunchtime but there were three other the great unwashed eating at the counter.

"She's not here,"said the snotty Stanford White woman behind the counter.

"Oh,"said Travis, taken by surprisal."Will she be back ?"

"Should be before longsighted. She went to see the Doctor of the Church with her Mom. What'll you have ?"

Travis ordered a cheeseburger, Christopher Fry and a Coke. He hadn't eaten since early morning time so he decided to hang out a little piece and hopefully Bettina would show up. He was just about finished eating when she returned.

Bettina came in through the dorsum, put her uniform on and entered the store. She saw him immediately and approached him with a grin on her face.

"Hi Travis !"she said enthusiastically."How are you ?"

"I'm expert, came in for some tiffin. How about you ? Everything okay at the doctor's ?"

"I'm fine, but I took my Momma in for some tests. She been feeling funny lately, short of breathing place. Hopefully she's fine. Should know in a few days. How's Bella ?"

"She's really doing well, what a nifty dog. And she seems to sleep together it there. She chases rabbit and squirrels and I bet I've thrown that tennis ball a thousand meter. Thanks again for her, that was so heedful. She makes me happy. She even sleeps with me."

"Lucky dog,"Bettina said.

There was a silence between them, neither spoke for a few seconds.

"I want to kiss you,"Travis said softly,"But I know I can't."

"Right. Not in the store,"she said."Let's kiss good day out by your truck. Give everybody something to talk about."She winked at him. He laughed nervously when he realized she wasn't kidding.

Travis left to go gas up his truck. He drove back to the drug memory and parked in movement. He got out of the truck, closed the device driver door and leaned against it. A minute of arc later Bettina came out of the depot and walked over to him. She walked directly into his weapon system and kissed his sass, gave him spit, and held it for a couple seconds so everybody on the street could get a just look.

"There, that should do the trick,"she said, knowing the town small talk mill would start turning in no sentence and she'd be hearing about it from her momma.

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The writing at Night had taken a turn for the better. Travis would sit at his desk and the words were now pouring out of him. The tincture had lightened. prominent sections were dumped. What had begun as his catharsis -- a pissed-off blah about the governing and the war, his memoir of little terror -- had morphed into a horror story about redemption, rebirth and forgiveness.

That night after kissing Bettina bye-bye on Main Street in townsfolk, Travis had a dream. He was standing on his dock and Bettina was standing in her skiff and he was telling her not to go. She had to go, she said, but would be back. He was kissing her sayonara when the skiff started drifting away from the dock in the electric current headed toward the river. No !, he called, Don't ! He jumped into the creek and started swimming toward her when a half twelve H2O moccasin appeared in front man of him, their necks erect and elevated above the water, rendering him helpless as Bettina was carried away toward the river and its strong currents.

Travis awoke in his bed, disoriented for a minute of arc, then relieved. Bella was snoring beside him. His throat was arid and there was a thin coat of stew on his eyebrow. He turned to the nightstand and reached for the cup of water. He felt something big and sound between his crotch and the bed sheet.

It was his cock. Long, gruelling and hot.

He lay back and felt it, traced it with his fingers from his bollock to its tip resting atop his navel point, gently, like greeting an old protagonist. He took its cinch into his hand and stroked it. It stayed surd, maybe even became harder. He stroked it faster, but not too fast, he didn't want to die anything. small by lilliputian, faster and faster.

He masturbated for the first time in days. It felt good too, and when he reached his climax his shaft exploded with cum. It jettisoned out of him, all over his tummy and chest, even a string dangled on his chin.

He didn't even clean it up. Travis was spent, his legs like jelly, and he cried himself to sleep.

In the morning he woke up with another hard-on, just like the soundly old twenty-four hours. He put it to safe use and giggled after he caught five or six shots of seminal fluid with his hand.

He got up and put Bella out and then made burnt umber. He was singing to himself, and thinking. He was thinking about how he had been dreading telling Bettina about his problem. And hoping that now maybe he wouldn't have to.

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Travis was leaving the mart after selling his catch when he was approached by a magnanimous black woman.

"You Mister Travis ?"she said.

"Yes, my epithet is Travis."

"Well lookee here. I'm Jolene, Bettina's momma. And me and my married man have heard all the chit chat and scuttlebutt about you two, and we'd like you to appease away from our daughter. Bettina should be out findin'a nice black boy her own age and you should go encounter a white woman your own age."

Travis looked around at the people nearby, blacken and white, who were overhearing their chat.

"There's only a few days between us. And we're friend. Close friends."

"ally is mulct, but she's disbursement way too lots time out at your place, and you all makin'a spectacle of yourselves kissin'on the briny Street. It's best if you both moved on. She doesn't need to be wastin'her youth with a half-crippled Edward Douglas White Jr. man."

There was low, collective gasp among the folks in the verandah. Travis bit his lip.

"I'm sorry to hear you say such a mean, hateful affair. And I'm not a cripple, Mrs. Jolene. I was wounded in Annam fighting for my…our…country. No disrespect, but the entirely way I am going to stop seeing Bettina is if it's her own decisiveness, not yours. I happen to worry for her. And I would hope that maybe you would care a little more about your daughter's compliments and happiness, and less about your own racist agenda."

Travis spun on his dog before the situation got any worse. He walked to his truck, got in and fired up the locomotive engine. He petted Bella on her head and tickled her ears. He drove out of town and headed to the cabin. He had planned on dropping into the drug fund for a soda but decided against it.

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Bettina hadn't witnessed the altercation between Travis and her mother, of track, but she heard all about it. The rumors and whispers were flying through the air of the townspeople like migrating bozo. She was proud when she learned that Travis had stood his ground and by what he'd said.

She didn't see Travis in townspeople for a few daytime after that. At first she thought he was just staying away while things cooled off a slight but then she became come to that maybe something was wrong. After study she headed out to the cabin to check on him. The miles seemed long as she rode her wheel west into the evening sun.

When she reached the cabin all was still. The tone arm was parked in its usual spot and the gravy boat was docked. She approached the cabin and called out for Travis. Immediately she heard Bella barking from inside. She climbed the dance step to the porch and entered.

Bella greeted her with two swift barque and a French people osculation, then led her through the dim room to the bedroom. Travis was lying on his back in his bed. She walked to the bed. He looked like he'd just woke up.

"Travis, you okay ?"she said with alarm.

"Not really,"he rasped.

"What's the matter ?"She touched his hand, cold with perspiration. His frontal bone was hot to the touch.

"Malaria,"he croaked."I caught it overseas. I relapse sometimes. Had a twosome pills left, I took them."

Bettina picked up the pill bottle on the night stand ; it was empty. The label said to take them for 14 days.

"I need to get you more tab,"she said.

"Could you ? That's an old pre***********ion."

"Can I take over your motortruck ?"Travis didn't have a phone.

He nodded and feebly reached for the cup of water on the table. Bettina handed it to him and he sipped.

The bed tack were soaked from his sweat.

"I'm going to deepen these linens and then get to township before the drug shop finis,"she said."Can you get up ?"

Clad only in his underpants, he got up with her help and sat on a hot seat she'd dragged next to the bed. He watched as Bettina changed his weather sheet. He got back in the bed and continued to watch her. She put some ice in a wet towel and placed it on his os frontale, let Bella out for a pee and filled her trough with food and refreshful water, and brought more assuredness water for Travis.

"quietus if you can, and deglutition. I'm going to town and will be back soon. And just so you know, I heard about you and my mamma going at it, and thank you for what you said."

She kissed his lips, grabbed the pill bottle and the hand truck samara and bounded out the door.

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Bettina sped into township and fortunately her boss, the druggist, had not left yet. He listened as she excitedly explained the situation. He started filling the pre***********ion as he called the Dr. on the telephone. Then Bettina purchased a few toiletries and called home to say she might not be base for a few days.

Doc Jones, whose part was in his home two city block away, followed Bettina out to the cabin. It was getting dark when the car and motortruck barreled into the drive and Bella barked her welcome.

Travis had tingle and the tack over him was already damp from sweat. Doc immediately fed him a couple anovulatory drug with urine and took all of his vital augury. His temperature was very high.

"We need to get you to the hospital,"Doc said.

"No infirmary,"Travis croaked.

"But son, this is sober. Your situation needs to be monitored, you…"

"I've been through it before Doc, I know the drill. hitch cool, drink fluids, rest, take my medicine. Hurry up and get better."

"I don't know…"

"I'm not going to the hospital. They'll belt down me in there. It will be well-heeled to get better here."

"I'll stay with him,"Bettina said."I'll take precaution of him."

Doc looked at Travis, then at Bettina, then back at Travis.

"I feel better already,"Travis rasped with a tired smile.

Doc sagged slightly, shrugged his shoulders, and started packing up his black bag. He knew he would be wasting his breath so he didn't push the point. At least he's not delirious, he thought. He gave teaching to Bettina and told her to call him if they needed anything. She didn't tell him they had no phone.

"Thanks Doc,"Travis said as Doc was leaving the room.

Bettina walked Doc to the doorway. She told him she'd stop by his situation to piece up the account the next time she was back in town.

-- --

Bettina fetched Travis a dry sheet and freshened the towel on his forehead. She daubed his face and neck opening with a cold-blooded, wet textile. She heated some soup for dinner party and spoon-fed him some broth.

As he slept she busied herself around the cabin. She swept the woods base of the cabin and mudroom and scrubbed the kitchen clean, washed the dishes. She did some laundry and hung it out to dry.

It was getting late and Bettina was tired. Travis stirred briefly so she gave him another of his pills. She went to the bathroom and brushed her dentition as she sat on the sewer taking a pee. She grabbed a cover from a closet and went to log Z's on the couch.

-- --

Sometime in the night Bettina was awakened by Travis talking in his sopor. She couldn't understand what he was saying, it was all slurred, but he was having some kind of ambition. She walked over and sat down beside him. There was just enough radiant light from the headliner outside to see that Travis had shaken free from the sheet on top of him, and he was raw except for his pugilist shorts. She felt his forehead ; his febricity had abated some. She felt his neck, clammy, and traced her long fingers over his chest.

"Hi,"Travis said softly in a uneven voice.

"Hello,"Bettina said."You were talking in your quietus. Were you having a bad dream ?"

"No. It was a expert aspiration. You were in it."

"Really ?"

"Yeah,"Travis said.

He took Bettina's hand and moved it to his groin and placed it on his cock. It was backbreaking. She could palpate its stiff heat through the dampness of his cotton shorts.

"See ?"

"I see,"she said.

Bettina opened the slit on the front of his short circuit and snaked his peter through the gap. She stroked it gently and Travis sighed with pleasure. It was the first clip in days he'd felt such a touch.

Without another Book Bettina shifted her body and bent over and took his pecker into her sassing. Travis moaned as she sucked him and flicked her tongue around the tip. He sunk his fingers into her kinky hair.

It felt retentive and hot in her oral fissure, like a baked tater that hadn't cooled off. It was good-sized too, she thought, which would be good for when he put it inside her, which she hoped would be soon. She'd had a dyad larger, black cocks before, but this one was feeling just right. She held his hip and cupped his balls and sucked him with a passion, with a power force aimed at sucking the disease, the infection, the poisonous substance, whatever it was, right out of him. She wanted to please him, make him palpate soundly, and forget his unwellness for a few minutes. She wanted to taste him, to fill her sassing and her stomach with his sperm, wanted him to mark his position inside her.

Travis's finger's breadth were enmeshed in Bettina's kinky lock chamber. He watched the silhouette of her afro'd head bob up and down in the dusky lighter, and he gently swung his crotch in time with her movements. Her mouth was gravid, and about of his prick slid easily in and out. He treasured their synchronise unity and slowly felt his cum ascent and build toward ejaculation.

When he came his trunk jerked like a donkey flush. His come shot into Bettina's oral fissure and onto her aspect. Five separate spurt, if she counted right, the first one mighty, the ones after less and less. She licked his dick clean and teased his pee-hole with her natural language. She rose up and dislodged Travis's fingerbreadth from her hair's-breadth. She held his script as she gently kissed his lips. Bella was snoring and missed the altogether thing.

"There,"she said."Maybe that will aid to suck the sickness out of you. Now you get some more sopor, and I'll see you in the morning."

She started to get up but Travis held onto her mitt. He wouldn't let go until they'd kissed again.

-- --

Bettina rose early and took a shower, then put body of water on the stove for tea. Travis was due for another pill but he was sleeping peacefully so she decided to wait until he woke up to give it to him. She was sitting on a chair watching him when he stirred.

"commodity morning,"she said, and rose from her chair. Bella woke up too so she put her out.

"How are you feeling ?"she said, as she sat beside him on the bed and squeezed his hand. He swallowed his pill.

"I feel better,"he said softly."Thanks to you. What you did…last night. That was…really good."

"Glad you liked it. call for to draw that unwellness out of you. I'll do it again too when yo'ready."

Bettina pulled back the sheet. It was slightly damp, but not as bad as before. She put her hand on the movement of his boxers. He was hard again, a morning pratfall, just like the soundly old days.

"shit, you're gear up already, aren't you,"she said, and without indisposition pulled his shorts down onto his thigh. She hefted his heated center in her bridge player."Nice pecker,"she added, and went down on him.

It was warm in her mouth, not as hot as the night before, a good preindication she thought. She sucked it for a instant, then kissed the tip, then licked it from the bum up, and massaged his ship's boat bollock in her oral fissure. She again felt Travis's fingers on her scalp and took his fellow member back into her lip, kneaded his balls and sucked with a fiery fervor.

Travis guided her head with his hand in her hair and in the first light Christ Within he watched her, and marveled as his thankfully-hard flannel cock cruised in and out of her black head. It was sexy as sin, he thought.

He swayed his groin, gently fucking her beautiful oral cavity. He groaned with gloat when she sucked him harder and fingered his tightening nut. Ugh…ugh…ugh…he grunted with each thrust of her caput, urging his cum to pay them another sojourn. It wouldn't take long. He raised his groin over and over and deeply, pushing his cock into her lip, reaching for her throat, and soon he felt his kettleful boiling point and another spout from his days of frustration poured out.

Bettina groaned when Travis's organic structure buckled and she felt his first hot bam explode into the vertebral column of her throat. She started to gag but held on. She kept her back talk clamped to his peevish cock as his cum surged into her mouth and his body oscillated beneath her. She wanted all of it ; she knew she was sucking that red cent malaria right out of him.

When he had no more to open Bettina removed the peter from her mouthpiece and licked the tip. Travis pulled her head up to his and he kissed her, and rammed his clapper into her jizzum-coated mouth. He hugged her tight, and she hugged him, and she was soon lying beside him with Travis's hands roving over her backbone and her ass.

"That was so safe,"he said."You are so sexy."

"I want to work you sense safe,"she whispered.

"You do, Bettina. You do."

"Good. Now you got ta get better so you can fuck me,"she said, matter-of-factly.

She kissed him again and pushed herself out of the bed.

"I'm gon na name us some breakfast,"she said."If you feel good enough for blowjobs, you should feel good enough to eat."

"You look good enough to eat,"Travis said.

"That too,"she said."When we fuck. You want my kitty-cat, don't you ?"

"Oh, yeah. I want all of you."

"trade good. Now the sooner you get better, the Oklahoman we can get to fuckin ’. We're way delinquent. The totally town thinks we've been doin'it anyhow, so we might as well get to it."

Travis laughed to himself and watched her leave the bedroom. He nodded off while listening to her ransacking around in the kitchen.

-- --

Over the side by side several days Bettina used Travis's truck to tug the few Roman mile to and from Town. She would go to work and labour back on her lunch fourth dimension to mark off on him, fix him some soup or do whatever needed doing and then head back into town. Her mommy gave her some bullshit when she went menage to pack a bunch of her dress, but she just ignored her for the most part. ‘ He's sick, he's all by himself, he needs me ’, was all she said, and left.

By the third base day Travis was feeling very much better. He was still tired and weak, but the fever had subsided and he was up and around. Bettina reminded him when she left for work that it was her day to act upon late, and that she would be getting back to the cabin at a little after eight instead of a little after five. ‘ Keep taking your pills !'she reminded him when she left.

When Bettina drove up to the cabin that evening, Bella ran to the truck to greet her. At first she thought, Oh no, the dog's on the informal, something's wrong, but she soon saw Travis sitting on the porch rocker drinking a can of beer, waiting on her. She knew right away he was feeling better and getting back to normal.



Travis rose as Bettina climbed the steps onto the porch. They kissed, and she grabbed the can of beer from his hired hand and took a level-headed swig.

"You feelin'better, it looks like,"she said."What smells so good ?"

"I cooked us supper,"Travis said."Venison steaks, William Green and corn, bread and butter."

"audio like quite a feast."

"Yep. We'll need the energy for what I'm going to do to you. You've been taking care of me, now I'm going to carry care of you."

"Yeah ? What you gon na do ?"

"I'm gon na do you."

"God, it's about time,"Bettina said, and slipped her hand between his legs.

"Uh uh,"he said, taking her manus, and leading her interior."First we eat."

The table was set. There were two candles burning and a bottleful of wine chilling on the table. The food was cooked and warming, so they dished up their plates and sat down. Travis made a toast. He thanked Bettina for being there to assist him and called her the brilliantly Inner Light at the end of his farsighted burrow. They ate and drank and talked, first about her day at the drug depot, then about Travis's programme to get back to fishing and writing now that he was feeling better. He knew that in a few twenty-four hours he'd have his posture back to a hundred percent.

They cleaned up together as they finished off the bottle. Travis had no Oklahoman hung the towel up to dry when Bettina spun him toward her and into her implements of war. They kissed and their tongues did reversal in their sassing. They squeezed each other compressed and rain started banging on the tin roof as their bodies blended. They kissed long and their finger wandered over their bodies and tool and nipple became hard-pressed between them.

"Make me your woman,"Bettina whispered.

Travis led her to the bedroom. The bed had been freshly made, so he sat her down on the edge and knelt before her. He unbuttoned and removed her blouse, then her bra, unleashing her smallish but hard-nippled tit. He lay her back, unzipped her skirt and pulled it off and hung it on a chair. He took a present moment to admire his Lady, nighttime from pass to toe except for her white panties. Then he stood and undressed before her.

He got into bed with her, his body naked against her for the commencement time. They resumed kissing and feeling each other up. His putz was hard but he wanted to take his time, make it beautiful. He traced his hands all over her, her back, her figurehead, her neck and shoulder joint, her stub. And inside her panties, where he felt her cunt, already wet with prevision. Bettina pushed her scanty down onto her second joint with her finger, then got them all the way off with her toes. Travis squeezed her ass in his men, and she moaned when he sucked her nipple into his mouth.

Bettina sifted her hanker blackness digit through Travis's visible radiation brown whisker as his lip and spit blazed a trail over her upper body and worked his way down. He licked her stomach, slim and flat, and she giggled when he jammed his tongue into her concave belly clit. But she didn't giggle when he licked her pussy for the offset time.

She hissed like a cobra, wrapped her branch around his neck and pushed her twat into his face. He licked the insides of her exposed lips and tasted her soulful zest. It smelled clean and funky at the same time, and she pushed it against his face, and groaned when it forced his tongue inside her. She tightened her bitch around his knife and squeezed.

"Eat me, Baby,"Bettina said.

Her crotch and his face became a machine with two parts, working in tandem with the help of Bettina's hands and legs locked around his head. With his tongue being chomped on by Bettina's busy topper, Travis buzzed her turgid, cartilaginous clit as best he could with his pep pill lip. This was his first-ever Shirley Temple pussy, but he knew already it was the skillful he'd ever had.

Bettina squealed and her physical structure wobble and her cunt loosened. Travis took her clitoris into his mouth and sucked it like a straw. She bellowed a low aaahhh and Travis felt a warm, wet menses meet his face. Her salty, vinegary cum was in his lip and in his nose and on his Kuki and reminded him of the flavor of French people child at the beach when he was a kid. When her cum and handshaking had stopped, Travis lifted his head with a smile on his face.

"You taste adept,"he said.

"Let me try out,"she said, and pulled his head up to hers and buried her tongue into his mouth. They kissed deeply and she licked her cum off of his chin.

"fuck me,"she said.

Travis was more than set, his shaft was patiently cocked and loaded.

"Are you sure it's OK ?"he asked.

"Yup. I've been on birth control since the day after we first kissed."

She'd been waiting for this. She grabbed his swollen turncock and pulled it into her. Then she clenched her wooden leg around him and sucked his putz with her cunt.

Travis started slowly, but that didn't last long. They quickly fell into a steadily heartbeat, gradually with more than quickness and force, and they both grunted with each mighty jerk. The bed was soon rocking and Bella left the room to give them their noisy privacy. My first time with this adult female, Travis thought, and she's the best ass of my life story.

The pelting banged harder on the roof and they banged harder in the bed. Travis was slamming Bettina hard, but she was giving it right back to him. Her long, wiry body was amazingly limber and her blazonry and wooden leg were wrapped around him like Black snakes as their groins pounded away. Bettina was not a quiet buff, she was full of grunts and groan as she drilled her dead body onto his. Her cunt gripped his hammer with an assertive sucking, like she was trying to syphon his cum up from his toes.

As they fucked, Travis had a legal brief vision flash into his head : The day when he first met Bettina, when she had boated up to his sour grass with her little buddy and babe. How young and innocent she'd looked, the big sister, the sitter. And how he'd never imagined at the time that he'd have her in his bed, that his peter would be hard and good, and that he would be ramming it into her tasty, pitch blackness slit. He never would possess guessed what he was learning now : This girl was born to fuck.

Travis was sweating now, but it wasn't from the fever. Bettina was sweating too, but she didn't slacken down any. They had a steady beat going and they were playing each other. Over and over they hammered each other, and their mouth-fucking kisses were rich and wet and long.

"God, this is upright,"Travis said hoarsely, without slowing down.

"We fuck dependable,"Bettina said."I knew we would."

Travis could feel his semen ado and knew he wouldn't be able to hold it in much longer.

"I'm going to come,"he squeaked.

"Good,"she said, and clamped her stage even tighter around him and squeezed his fundament as hard as she could with both hands.

The hurry rose up through Travis's steeled cock and crackled on its way out. His body vibrated as he released a heavy cargo, and pumped spurt of his cum into Bettina's puss for the first, of which he already knew, would be many times.

"God, that's good,"he said.

"Here I come again,"Bettina said.

"I want to feel it."

Travis gently pushed his tender stopcock to and fro inside her and they were smiling at each early when he felt her wet warmth menses, surrounding his rooster and seeping out of her and dripping onto his balls. Travis collapsed beside her and put his arms around her. They were laughing softly for a second before they kissed, and their tongues started doing a slow fuck of their own.

-- --

Early the next sunrise they awoke and immediately started laughing. Had it really been that well ? Yes, it had. Then Bettina promptly noticed the big erection between Travis's pegleg, so she went down on him, sucked that thing, and started her day with a taste of his cum. Then she fucked him.

Bettina pretty much moved in after that. She wanted to sleep with him and fuck him as much as possible, and Travis felt the Same. She still went base to help out with her untested sibling sometimes, but things were a minuscule strained around there with her parents, so she didn't hang around much.

Travis bought an old Volkswagen Bug for four hundred dollars so Bettina could get to and from town without having to bicycle it or use up the hand truck. While Bettina went to mold, Travis's routine was fishing in the morning, going to township in the afternoon to betray his catch and run his errands, and then go home base and write.

The writing had taken off. It had turned into a story instead of a sermon. He kept the first percentage about going to war and the heinousness he'd witnessed, but it turned into something quite unlike from what he'd envisioned when he started. And it was expert. He knew it was good and he had submitted a couple excerpts to various magazine publisher, hoping to get them published.

At night, if he was really on a cast, Travis would publish into the Night, and Bettina would hold off in bed, reading and listening to his typewriter bang away in the other way. When the typewriter was put to bed for the Night, Travis would go to his bed and bam Bettina. He had to, he was so name up, it would be the solely way he could get to catch some Z's afterward. He needed her. It was expected and Bettina looked forward to it. She wanted him inside her all the time. And in the forenoon, Travis always woke up with a monolithic erection, so she would take it into her mouth and suck him until he came.

-- --

One Sunday morning they were in bed naked, holding each other. They had just concluded a hot session of oral sex, going down on each early in a pleasurable, vivid soixante-neuf which ended in explosive coming. Travis loved eating Bettina's pussy ; he thought it was so sexy that her dark hole was garden pink inside, the contrast excited him. And Bettina loved sucking his Edward Douglas White Jr. tool. She did so every morning.

"testament you do me a favor ?"Bettina asked.

"Of form,"Travis said."What ?"

"shtup me in the ass,"she said.

"What ? Really ? You want that ?"

"Yeah."

"You like it that way ?"

"I think I will. I want you to possess all of me."

She got up and walked to the dresser drawer where she kept some of her dress. She lay back on the bed face-down and handed Travis a tube of KY jelly. She wiggled her ass and spread her cheeks for him and Travis was impressed when he saw her asshole dilate wide open and come together a couple times.

"Ooh, looks like somebody's ready,"he said, as he was screwing the cap off of the tube.

He squeezed a big clod into the fracture of her ass and he knew right away it was much More than was needed. He pushed a goodly battery-acid into her SOB with his finger and wiggled it around in there a few times.

"Ah, that's courteous,"Bettina sighed.

He slathered his cock with the stuff from its tip to his nuts. There was plenty left over so he rubbed it all over her tooshie. Her unscathed ass was glistening with the stuff.

"There. A decent, glazed black ass,"he said.

Bettina rolled over on her back and shove two pillows under her ass. She raised her legs so they were pretty come near wrapped around the back of her head.

"I want to see your brass,"she said.

She put her manpower on her slick buttocks and pulled them apart. Her asshole was ready for him. He placed the head of his dick against her opening and held it there for a here and now, his sensitive olfactory organ strobilus resting against her rubbery rim. Then he pushed it inward.

Bettina gasped as it entered her. She felt it strain into her, stretching her, then back off, then in a little more, then back, then again, and again, slowly, gently reaming her. When Travis had about one-half of his cock into her he picked up the pace. She was grunting with each push, and it felt to her like a log was being rammed up her ass, but it was gliding in and out seamlessly, and the more it slid in and out of her, the More she liked it. She felt proud she could assume that whole big matter up there. Before longsighted Travis was fucking her fairly hard.

"God, this feels fucking effective,"he said.

"You got all of me, now. hold it,"Bettina said sharply, staring into his eyes."Now you've fucked all of me. I'm yours now."

That made Travis fuck her even harder. His eyes were darting back and Forth River from Bettina's middle to her arsehole, where he was mesmerized at the sight of his white rod disappearing into and reappearing from her shameful ass.

"This look so fucking soundly !"Travis almost shouted.

"Yeah, you like fuckin'my ass. You own my ass now. I'm all yours now."

Travis was banging her like he was post hole digger. They were both groaning with each thrusting and Travis wouldn't have imagined that he ever would stick his whole dick up Bettina's ass, but he was, all the way in, then out, then all the way in again, over and over. Then an odd estimation popped into his head. He stopped for a mo with the duration of his turncock embedded into her.

"What's the issue ?"Bettina asked.

"Nothing's the matter,"Travis said."Just had a thought, that's all."

"What thought ?"

"I just happened to cogitate, what if your Momma could see us now ?"

Bettina burst out laughing and her body shook, and Travis could feel her motherfucker quaking around his stopcock. Travis grinned and soon both of them were shaking with laughter.

"She'd pray for me, I guess,"Bettina finally said, and they had another laugh.

Travis slowly started swaying his turncock in and out again, and gradually picked up speed.

"damn, this smell so fucking unspoiled,"he said again.

"You substantially zip up and get along. ejaculate in my ass."

Travis pounded away and within a minute he let out a belching roar and his hot cum climbed its way up through his gibe like a flame thrower. forget me drug of his cum ripped their way out, deep into the sweet-scented patch of Bettina's ass. He sighed loudly as he pulled out and he watched her sphincter, wide as a ash gray dollar sign, slowly penny-pinching and paying back to its sexy pucker. He collapsed beside her.

"That was so fucking good,"Travis said."You okay ?"

"Oh yeah,"she said."My ass is yours now."

"Let me see my new ass,"Travis said.

He rolled her over on her stomach. He traced his finger's breadth over her butt and along her crack and fingered her SOB, then he did the Lapplander with his tongue.

"Such a nice ass,"he said."It looks like a heart."

"What ?"Bettina said, raising and turning her head.

"It does. Like an inverted nerve. You know how a heart has two stave voice at the top and a point at the posterior ? Your ass has two daily round brass at the hindquarters, and your crack points right up to the point between your legs."

Bettina giggled as he circled her butt cheek with his fingers and then slipped a hand between her pegleg and fingered her pussy.

They kissed gently as Travis caressed her butt and her crevice and her hole.

-- --

The be workweek Travis didn't go fishing as much. He stepped up his composition and had outlined the last few chapters and wanted to get it all down on paper while it was novel in his judgement and the words were flowing. offset of the workweek he did study a drive to a jewellery store in the small city across the river, and made a return trip at the end of the week. Bettina's 20th birthday was coming the succeeding weekend and he wanted to get her something nice.

Bettina worked at the drug store and helped out at home in the eve. Her mother wasn't flavor well and was overwhelmed. But she never failed to go domicile to the cabin at dark, no thing how late. She'd get there and Travis would be at his desk and she would try to get him into bed. A couple times he wasn't quite set so she fucked him right there in his chair. She liked sleeping with him, holding him, waking up with him. She liked having the refreshed remembering of his cock inside her as she went about her day.

Travis picked up his ring armour on Friday and there was a letter from a national mag to which he'd submitted an excerpt of his Word of God. It would be published in an upcoming issue and his chit would be sent when they went to press.

On Saturday evening Travis took Bettina to dinner across the river. They dressed up a niggling, but not too a good deal, and got a prominent table overlooking the river. The White patrons couldn't assistant stealing glimpse at the obviously-entranced salt-and-pepper odd couple sharing smile and lobsters in battlefront of the large windows. The melanize servants seemed to savor the story show too.

With dinner party over, Travis gave Bettina her birthday giving. It was a flat box wrapped in yellow report with red ribbon. She tore it open and put her hired man over her mouth and gasped when she saw what it was : a clean gold chain attached to an upside-down gold heart with a diamond in the middle.

She started crying and said,"It's beautiful !"

"Happy birthday, Bettina,"Travis said."I had it custom-made especially for you."

He slid closer and clasped it around her cervix. The amber chain of mountains and nerve and rhombus sparkled like a beacon against her soot black skin.

"I'm falling in lovemaking with you, you know that don't you ?"he said.

Bettina nodded up and down emphatically with watery cheeks and Travis kissed her and tasted the salt of her tears.

"I love you too,"she said softly.

The waiter brought out a lowly cake and some of the staff sang ‘ Happy birthday'to her, and the customers gave them a stave of hand clapping. Bettina blew out the candle and they each had various bites of cake as they held hands.

"Let's go home and pull in beloved,"Bettina whispered.

Travis left plenty of hard cash on the board and they got up to allow for. They received another round of applause as they walk/limped out of the room.

-- --

On the drive dwelling house Bettina had a unvoiced time keeping her custody off of him. Travis told her to block off, move over before she caused an accident.

"I want you to get along in all my holes tonight,"she said.

"okeh, but let's get abode first."

"I love my necklace."

"I do too."

"I'm never taking it off."

They talked about different things to take her mind off his penis. She talked about her job and her family unit and her mother's health. She asked about how his book writing was coming along.

"It had been going really, really well the lastly few week, and I had the last few chapters all mapped out,"Travis said."But now I'm almost done, just a duo chapters to go, but just I can't seem to end up it."

There was a silence for a moment or two.

"Maybe you are finished,"Bettina said.

Those parole hung in the air and there was still while Travis thought about what she'd said. Maybe she was right.

They got back to the cabin. Bella greeted them and ran and did her commercial enterprise and followed them inside. Travis's gumshoe was severely and Bettina's pussy was wet so they undressed each other in a frenzy…except for her necklace, of course…and he took his woman to bed.

His rooster slipped into her with fluid grace and they were fucking in an blink of an eye, perfectly in air. He kissed her cervix and licked her inverted ticker and fingered her ass and fucked her rima oris with his tongue. It was only a few minutes before they both reached orgasm together.

As he ejaculated Travis realized that Bettina was right. He WAS finished. The record book was finished, the ending just needed to be tightened up. I AM finished, he thought.

I'M NOT IN PAIN OR PISSED-OFF ANYMORE.

-- --

Travis worked severe on his book over the next few years. He had edited it over and over as he'd been writing and rewriting it, so it was pretty a good deal ready for submission, other than for the last chapter. He rewrote the chapter, simplifying and and resolving things as best he could. Then he typed like a maniac for a few twenty-four hours. He had adjoin entropy for five publishers that looked like a good fit for the book. He typed five copy with carbon copy and mailed the originals with a cover letter that named the popular national magazine in which an excerpt was already scheduled for publication. He mailed all five parcel out start family from the post situation in town. Then he got back to fishing.

Bettina was busybodied than ever too. She worked full-time at the drug store and part-time helping her mother and nanna at dwelling house. But she never failed to go back to the cabin at dark, against her mother's wishes, to sleep, fuck and fire up up with Travis.

After a yoke of weeks Travis started checking his P.O. box more often hoping for a missive from a publisher. He thought maybe he should get a speech sound installed but nixed the musical theme. It would probably be expensive for the phone company to run a stock out to his cabin, plus the only someone he'd want to hollo lived with him.

The first symmetry he received back from a publishing firm was a physical body letter saying thanks, but no thanks. It wasn't what they were looking for. Then a couple workweek after that he got a letter from another publisher saying they had received his manu*********** but they were currently backlogged and would be in touch if they thought it was something they'd like to pursue. After that, another lamb John missive from a third publishing firm.

Finally, on a Wednesday a few weeks later, a 4th letter of the alphabet was delivered to his postbox that was a little dissimilar. It had a sense of urgency, they were interest. It asked that Travis outcry at his former widget. Travis walked over to the savings bank and bought a roll of dimes and then found a pay earpiece in the vestibule of the hotel.

Somehow Travis's manu*********** had landed on the desk of an editor named Ed Wright who loved the Good Book and also happened to know an editor at the magazine that was planning to publish the excerption. They spoke and were both enthusiastic about the work and exchanged melodic theme about promotional material and perhaps allowing the mag to run several extract and perhaps an audience in consecutive issue if Ed's business firm published the script.

Travis inserted two dime and dialed the long-distance act and an manipulator came on the line and told him how many more dime to put into the slot for the first three minutes. A woman with a pleasant voice answered and he told her he wanted to verbalise to Ed Frances Wright, and that Ed was expecting his call.

ternion moment came and went while he was still on hold. He was dropping more coins into the slot when Ed came on the line.

"how-do-you-do, Travis, this is Ed Wright, how are --,"he said. And then :"Are you calling from a pay phone ?"

"Yessir, Mr. Wright. I don't have a home phone."

"Goodness courteous. Does that phone have a number on it ?"

"Yessir,"Travis said, and gave him the number.

"Okay, Travis, don't move. I'm going to call you right back. We need to blab out without you having to put coins in the phone."

"Thank you, Mr. Wright."

"Call me Ed. public lecture to you in half a minute."

It didn't take that long, and Travis picked up instantly. Ed told him that he loved his Koran and the storey and the cacoethes with which it was written, and a couple other editors had also read it and mean we can trade it. He said he felt like he'd been to war with him. He'd wanted to cry tears of pain in the get-go part but rent of joy at the end. He said he knew people at the cartridge clip too, and they'd already discussed cross-promotion. He had a beneficial feeling about this.

"We have to get you up here to New York, to meet our squad and lecture about publishing this book. How soon can you come up here ? I'll send you a round trip plane ticket and we'll pick you up at the aerodrome and put you up in a squeamish hotel for a match of days."

"I could issue forth up next week,"Travis said."But I'd rather not fly. Could I maybe take the wagon train ? There's a depot not too far from where I live. An airport is hours away."

"Of row, Travis, whatever you're comfortable with. I'll get working on this right away. I'll send you the gearing ticket give tongue to mail. We'll plan on meeting next Wednesday and Thursday, would that work ?"

Travis said it would. Ed told him to check his mailbox on Friday and he should suffer the ticket, if not sooner. Travis walked on air, as nonchalantly as he could, back to his truck.

-- --

Travis couldn't wait to tell Bettina the good news. He bought champagne and put it on ice and packed a picnic field goal with breadstuff and cheese and meat and fruit and other grub. He stowed them in the boat along with a quilt and a couple blankets.

When Bettina got home Travis and Bella were sitting on the porch waiting for her. There were two glasses of champagne on the board. She sat down beside him and asked what was up.

"A toast,"Travis said, handing her a glass."To this maybe-author maybe getting his record book published."

Her eyes grew big as dish aerial."Really ?"

Travis shrugged. He told her about the missive and his speech sound call with the editor and his coming trip to New York.

"Oh, my god that's wonderful ! I can't believe it. They're going to issue your book !"

"Maybe."

"They will, I know it,"she said, and stood up, whooped and hollered and danced around before smooching and kissing him. They tapped glasses and drank with her sitting on his lap.

"Will you take attention of Bella while I'm gone ?"he asked.

She gave him an are-you-crazy look and said yes, of course, that was a dumb question.

They all three got in the boat and Travis took them out on the river to a quiet, private cove. They ate their dinner and drank champagne to celebrate and then spread the blankets and made love under the genius while the boat bobbed in the ennoble tide and Bella kept watch.

-- --

The afterglow of good news did not shimmer for long.

On Friday afternoon Travis went to Town to pick up his chain armor. He was delight to see he had received the gasbag from the publisher. It included a round-trip gear ticket, an travel plan, and a brochure about the publisher with Ed Frances Wright's business carte attached. He would gameboard the train Monday noontide and would get in at Penn place in New House of York City twenty-seven hours later. A driver would greet him and take him to his hotel. The schedule showed that the wagon train would go through many town on the stumble north.

He shopped at the grocery store and then visited the computer hardware for some supplying. He was planning to stop at the drug store but he didn't see the VW parked in the English lot where Bettina usually parked it. Travis figured she was out making a delivery. The pharmaceutics had client they delivered pre***********ions to and the employees made the delivery. Bettina had mentioned a few times how overnice it was to receive the bug and not deliver to razz her bike.

He and Bella rode back to the cabin together. He wanted to wash the truck and the boat before supper.

When the job were done Travis grabbed a frigidness beer and sat on the porch to look for Bettina. In between throws of the tennis ball he was thinking to himself, looking forward to the weekend just beginning. He was getting hard thinking about Bettina, and the adjacent three dark of lovemaking they would share before he left on Mon for five days.

Finally Bettina drove up, got out of the car and walked toward the porch. Travis could tell immediately by her footstep and the look on her face that something was terribly wrong. When she stepped up onto the porch he could enjoin she'd been crying. She sat down beside him without even saying hi.

"Bettina, what's the matter ?"he asked.

She instantly burst into teardrop. Travis took her hand in his and she squeezed him tight. Then he took her in his arms until the sobs had abated some. She took a tissue paper from her pocket and dabbed at her eyes.

"It's mamma,"she said."It's really bad."

"What is it ? Tell me."

"She's a lot nauseous than we thought. For week and workweek she's been going to doctors and specialists and research laboratory and taking examination and having x-rays, and been bounced around to so many berth, running up bills. Over a k dollars already, and my parents don't have good insurance, and don't have the money to pay."

Bettina blew her nozzle into her saturate tissue. Travis got up and quickly returned with a handkerchief and handed it to her.

"Go on,"he said.

"well, they found a tumor. In her lung. The doctor thinks it's malignant. So far it hasn't spread to any former reed organ, but he said it's belligerent and probably would if they don't go in and get it out.

"But it's expensive. We already owe so lots and they want another fifteen hundred dollar mark just to agree to do the operation, and that's not all it will cost with any complications and retrieval and follow-up and who-knows-what. Oh Travis, what are we going to do ?"

She broke down into tears again. Travis held her and kissed her face and forehead.

"How's the eternal sleep of your family ?"

"pa's a wreck. He doesn't want to forget her side but he knows he's got ta workplace. And I got ta be there to avail out, with the kids, the house, the cooking, the chickens, even though I'd rather be with you…"

"I understand,"Travis said, patting her back and hugging her tightly."Of course you need to be with them. They need you."

Bella knew something was wrong. She quit playing clod and rested her muzzle in Bettina's lap. Bettina stroked her auricle and smiled through her pain.

"You wait here, Baby. I'll be ripe back,"Travis said.

He went into the cabin and walked to his desk. He took a large envelope out of the hut and walked to his chamber. He moved the rug, lifted up the floor board, and pulled out the steel box. He opened it and pulled out three rubber-banded sheaf of a thousand dollar mark each and put them in the envelope. He replaced the box, floor gameboard and rug and walked back out on the porch.

He sat back down beside her, took her hand and kissed it. He handed her the envelope.

"Here's three thousand buck,"he said."Pay her billhook first affair Monday good morning, and then pay the doctor for the surgery. docket the mathematical operation as soon as is possible, don't time lag, the sooner he can get it out the sooner your Momma can mend up."

"Three thousand dollars ? Oh My God !"Bettina said, holding the gasbag like it was radioactive."How did you get…"

"Don't trouble, it's my money. I didn't rob a bank or anything. I don't spend a lot of money, so I save it."

Bettina looked like she was in a enchantment."Travis, I can't accept this. Plus I don't know when they could ever pay you back."

"Let's not interest about that. I love you, and it's your Momma, and you love her. lead it, it's for a good cause, don't you think ? It's the right matter to do."

"I can't conceive this. And after the way she spoke to you…"

"I'm doing it for you."

"Travis, I don't know what to say."

"How about, ‘ I love you'and ‘ Goodbye'? I would be intimate to throw you across the bed and have dear to you right now, but your family needs you. I'll be waiting, as long as it takes. Just think of I'll be gone Monday through Fri this coming calendar week, and don't forget about Bella."

Bettina kissed Bella on the top of her header and then kissed Travis on his mouth.

"God, I love you,"she said.

"I love you too. Now you better get going. Your folk needs you."

Travis spanked her on the rear as she left the porch. He watched her cause off and then threw the tennis globe across the yard and watched Bella split after it. He picked up his can of beer and took a sip. It was warm as piddle so he went inside to get a cold one.

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The following week was a whirlwind for Travis. He couldn't sleep on the railroad train so by the time he reached New House of York on Tuesday good afternoon he was dead-tired. At the station there was a guy standing on the program holding up a sign with his name on it and they walked to a waiting car and the chauffeur dropped him off at his hotel. He ate something and went straight to bed and slept all the way through till morning.

Midweek and Thursday Travis was like a unsighted man in a labyrinth. Tours, group meeting, lunches, dinner party, demonstrations, a non-stop overload of information, preparation and sales pitches. When they dropped him off at the train station Th afternoon he was tired and confused and looking forward to being alone on the power train with no one to talk to. He had a signed contract in his hand. It was the standard contract for new authors and he would obtain a fifteen hundred dollar advance. It sounded dear to him.

When he got back to his cabin Friday night the place was sullen and empty but there was a note from Bettina. It read :

beloved source,

Welcome plate !

When you read this please go out to the dock and play your trumpet for a few minute of arc. Play something happy, I'll be listening. Then me and Bella will be here in 15 minutes.

Love,

Bettina

P.S. Can't wait to get you in bed !

Travis took his horn down to the pier. He blew what he thought was a rather swinging version of ‘ Chattanooga Choo-Choo'out into the night. It seemed allow after spending 27 hours on a train.

-- --

When Bettina and Bella showed up a few minutes later there was a semi-menage a trois on the forepart porch with hug and kisses all around. Bettina had brought fried chicken and collards and potatoes and while they ate they filled each early in on what had happened that hebdomad. Travis told her about his head trip and having signed a publishing mountain and Bettina told him all about her week too.

Her parents were flabbergasted that Travis would loan them the money, especially after the way she had spoken to him. They swore they'd find a way to pay him back someday. Momma is very appreciative and very sorry, and wants you to know that. They paid their outstanding bills on Monday. They paid the operating surgeon as well, and the operation was scheduled for the following week. Momma and Daddy seem to be better because some of the vexation is lifted.

"You made it all possible, Travis. Thank you,"Bettina said.

"You're welcome,"he said."But now it's vengeance time. I'm gon na fill it out in trade."

She giggled."What you gon na do ?"

"You're gon na be sore all over by the meter you leave here, girl."

"That sounds good."

He stood up and walked behind her electric chair. He bent over and kissed her neck and fondled her breasts.

"How you want it first ?"he asked.

"In my mouth,"she said, and turned her head to kiss his lips."Then vertical."

Bettina loved to fuck standing up or against the paries or facing Travis as he sat on a chair or the bed. She loved to control her bowel movement up and down because she could slam her puss down and grind it on his prick and feel it being shoved up bass inside her.

They went to the bed and undressed as they kissed. It had been over a week and they were starved for each early. Once Travis's shirt was off Bettina torus at his pants. His cock was hard and it sprung upward as she pulled off his drawers and she sucked it into her mouth with a slurp.

Bella spread out on the rug and took it all in stride. She was used to the auditory sensation of her Mom and Dad fucking and sucking.

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The next few month were very busy.

Bettina had her job at the drug store, and even though she had moved in with Travis, she had her additional responsibilities at her parents'house. Along with her grandmother, she had to face after the younger kids, cook and tend to the garden and animate being. Her mother's operation had been successful but her convalescence would subscribe to time. But even after her retentive days Bettina always made it back to the cabin to go to bed with Travis. The fille loved to fuck.

Travis traveled back and Forth to New York various times while his playscript was being readied for publishing. He had to meet with his editor, approve the crown cover and blurbs, and read every undivided intelligence of the caboose to be sure it was mistake-free. There were interviews to do, which he loathed. The magazine had published the selection to confident reviews and it would be publishing a bit excerpt and then an audience in the next two issuing. Despite the thrill he was getting from being published and watching his book take anatomy, he was always anxious to get back to the cabin, and to his two girls. Especially Bettina, because he knew she'd be ready to have sex his brains out. He'd had plenty of girlfriends in the retiring, but none had ever wanted sex as a lot as Bettina. Every which way.

He'd gotten back on a Sat evening after a few days in New House of York and Bettina and Bella met him in townsfolk. They went to a fiddling barbecue place that had seating outside under an awning surrounded by pine trees. They ate ribs and drank beer while Bella lay beside them and was the happy recipient of periodic, knowing pork droppings. They didn't get the funny looks they used to get ; townspeople had become accustomed to the commingle couple, the local anaesthetic black young lady and the Caucasian loner from the point.

The small town public lecture had made the rounds and everybody had found out where the money for Jolene's medical vizor had come from. And they knew that Travis had gotten himself a book peck and an excerpt had been published in a prominent national magazine publisher, and that particular issue had promptly sold out everywhere in townspeople. Their petty townsfolk was suddenly on the map.

After the ribs they went home base and they were barely inside the look door of the cabin before Bettina was removing her clothes and leading Travis to their bedroom. They were no sooner naked in the bed before she had his dick in her mouth.

They stayed naked for the next fifteen hours. They only got up to piss, get a drink or sweep their teeth. And they put Bella out one time. They would both look back on it as the longest and most vivid session of crazy sex they'd ever had. There was cock suction and twat eating and slit shtup and ass lacing and stub fucking and screaming sexual climax. Bettina got it up against the wall and sitting on Travis's cock while he bounced her up and down like a Pogo marijuana cigarette. They did sleep a few time of day but then on Sunday morning they did it all again.

It was early afternoon before they hauled their tail end out of bed. Travis had just ejaculated into Bettina's motherfucker for the second time and collapsed on top of her. They were both tired, sweaty and very hungry. Bettina jumped out of bed and threw on one of Travis's jersey, and went to the kitchen to whip up some breakfast. Travis put on a pair of pants and a sweatshirt. Soon the odour of testis and sausage cooking filled the cabin.

Travis put Bella out to take maintenance of business, but after a couple minutes she hadn't returned to the door. She was outside barking. He looked out of the window to see a wood-paneled station coaster wagon pulling up to the cabin.

"You respectable go put some apparel on, missy,"Travis called to Bettina."Your mammy's here."

Bettina ran to the window."Oh God, she brought the whole family,"she said, and hustled into the chamber and pulled on a pair of jean. Then she turned off the range and they walked out on the porch. Travis stood with his arm around her. Bella sat beside them, the sentinel.

Bettina's beginner was behind the wheel and her female parent was in the passenger rear, with the little young woman between them. granny and the two male child were in the back.

Bettina's father Henry Martyn Robert was a large man. He got out and walked around and assisted his wife out of the car. Both were dressed in their Dominicus best. Jolene held onto her husband and they walked a few gradation closer to the porch.

"Good good morning, Momma. sound morning, Daddy,"Bettina said.

"More like afternoon, ain't it ?"Jolene said."See you missed Christian church again, too."

"Would you like to come in inside ?"

"No, we'll just be a bit,"she said, and took a footstep closer."I come to see you, Mr. Travis. I wanted to come Oklahoman but I'm just now getting back to feeling unspoilt and getting around."

Jolene took a deep breather before she continued.

"I come to thank you and tell you how sorry I am. I pray that you can find a way to have my sincerest apologia. I feel so bad and was so wrongly. I don't have it off how you found it in your heart to loan us that money after the way I spoke to you. It was mean-spirited and uncalled-for, and I'm ashamed. Sometimes a region of me comes up from recondite inside and I have no idea where it came from. Robert and I feel truly blessed that Bettina has found a man like you. We'll find a way to repay you somehow. So thank you and please forgive me."

Robert hugged his wife tightly. Bettina hugged Travis tightly too and looked up to him. It was his turn to speak.

"Thank you for saying that, girl Jolene,"Travis said."Of course of instruction I forgive you. You're Bettina's mamma, that's respectable enough for me. You all couldn't have had a daughter as fine as Bettina if you weren't thoroughly parents. I think from time to clip, we all say things we wish we hadn't. And I'm glad you're touch sensation better."

rent started flowing down Jolene's cheeks."Can I give you a hug ?"she asked.

Travis and Bettina walked down the footprint and Travis stepped into Jolene's subdivision. They hugged each other tightly and Travis could feel her big, loose jugs pressing against his chest.

Bettina hugged her parents and Travis shook Robert's hand. Jolene said they'd like to sustain them over for dinner party sometime.

"Thanks, Mr. Travis !"the boy yelled out of the backseat window as they got back in the car.

"You're welcome, Nathan !"Travis called.

They watched the car private road off.

"That was not well-off for her,"Bettina said."I can't think of her ever apologizing to anybody. And I know my family, we've always just gotten by. Honestly, I don't know how they'll ever pay you back."

"It's okay if they mean to pay it back. It probably makes them feel better. But when I gave you the money it was intended as a gift."

They went inside and finished making breakfast.

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Some time later, Travis was picking up his mail at the post post and there was an gasbag from his publisher. He opened it to chance a fifteen hundred buck stop for his advance. He walked down the street to the bank.

When he entered the depository financial institution he intended to immediate payment it as usual. But while he was waiting in line for the cashier he changed his mind. He walked to fancy-suited bald man at a desk and told him he'd like to unfold an account. The man asked him to stimulate a seat.

Travis sat down and put the check on the man's desk and sighed with joy. His recent life flashed through his mind. Unexpectedly he had met a adult female he loved and trusted, he was no longer impotent, he found a gifted editor to champion his work, he'd been published in a interior magazine and had a book contract. An amaze chain of mountains of case. He decided then and there that after all he'd been through, if he could desire himself, his cleaning lady, his editor program, his publisher and his cock, then damn it, he could trust this bank.

He had them make him a transcript of the hinderance before he deposited it.

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When the book was released, and a couple daylight before Travis would have to leave for a phone number of show and book signings, he took Bettina on a day trip to a medium-sized metropolis about two hours away. It was a clear Fri, a day off for Bettina. It was a prissy day for a drive, and they packed a picnic basketful. Bella rode in the back, protecting lunch.

"Why do we hold to drive so far for a picnic ?"Bettina asked.

"You'll see,"Travis said.

Finally they drove into the outskirts of the town, what appeared to be the voguish suburb, and pulled into the lot of a shopping mall. Travis could have qualified for a handicapped tag, but he had never wanted to. He parked out in the lot like everybody else. Bella waited in the motortruck. Travis took Bettina's hand and they walked into the mall. They caught plenty of eyes as they walked hand-in-hand past the many shopfront and shoppers.

They had to walk almost to the other end of the mall to find the bookstore. Walden's. They walked inside and Travis led them to the shelf of the new releases, right near the figurehead. There were many to choose from. They stood there for almost a minute before Bettina spotted it.

There it was : Travis's book. The cover was a wavy American English flag, charred along the edge and beneath it was a toy soldier broken in half and a gold chain attached to a broken heart. The title was ‘ tunnel of mistrust ’. And right below it was Travis's name. It called itself a novel.

Bettina took a copy off the shelf and looked inside. She scanned the inside jacket describing the story. She had discussed the Good Book with Travis a few multiplication and had read the excerpt, but for the near role didn't pry. She knew how personal it was for him. She looked at the back flap and saw Travis's picture. A publicity shot.

"Cute little devil,"she said, pointing at his picture.

"good turn to the allegiance Sir Frederick Handley Page up front,"Travis said.

Bettina did, and read the short sentence : ‘ For Bettina, My honey, My Muse and My Light at the end of the tunnel ’.

"I love you,"he said, and kissed her as tears dripped on her cheeks."I'll be right back."

He went to settle the manager to introduce himself. He returned shortly with a felt-tipped marking and signed the books on the shelves. Then they went on their picnic.

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Travis took them to a double-dyed place for the walkover. A sequestered blot he'd first visited as a kid. He drove about a one-half time of day back toward dwelling house and then left the highway and followed a narrow lane for a few miles until it dead-ended by a babbling brook. Travis took the picnic basketful out of the truck bed and the three of them set off on foot down a trail that bordered the stream.

After about a quarter mile they could listen the Rush of urine getting louder and found a flat, grassy spot to lay their blanket. They ate hard salami and cheese sandwiches and fix and fruit and drank cold cherubic tea from a thermos. Bella got a sandwich too.

After lunch they cleaned and packed up and lay back and relaxed on the blanket for a piece, looking up at the trees.

"Ready for dessert ?"Travis asked.

"What you got in mind ?"Bettina laughed."There's no dessert in that basket."

"Let's go skinny-dipping."

"Skinny-dipping ? You crazy ?"Bettina asked, thinking what might happen if some redneck stumbled along and saw a naked white boy and a naked Negroid fille swimming together.

"Come with me,"he said. He took her hand and pulled her up, and led her down the trail.

Barely a hundred substructure away was a falls where the water tumbled over an edge and fell about ten substructure down with a crash into a wide pool of roiling water. Travis started unbuttoning his shirt.

"You sure about this, Travis ?"Bettina said nervously."What if soul comes along ?"

"Don't have to worry, we have the picket. right hand, Bella ?"

Bella barked her approval.

"Don't make me rip your clothes off !"he said.

Bettina laughed and unzipped her denim. They folded their clothes and placed them in a neat nap on the coin bank. Travis took her hand and they waded in. It was deeper than she expected, up to her neck in the middle.

"It's dusty !"she said.

"You'll get used to it pretty quick,"he said, then grabbed her and pulled her under.

Travis swam around a niggling. They played in the water and splashed each other.

"You look so sexy when you're all wet,"he said, and took her in his weapon and kissed her.

"Now you're getting all amorous on me,"she said, and slipped her paw down around his wizened member."How you gon na get a pratfall in this freezin'urine ?"

"Let me designate you something,"Travis said.

He led her to the far slope of the falls and up the banking company. A partner off fundament behind the waterfall, and about halfway up was a ledge, extensive enough to sit or lie on. It was grade, smooth rock. He climbed up and pulled Bettina up beside him and they sat with their stage dangling over the bound. The H2O was cascading down right in front of them, all they could see was water, but they were hidden from the world.

Travis put an arm around her and kissed her mouth. Their spit came alive and their hands drifted to their genitals. He kneaded her egotistic nipple between his fingers. His water-withered member showed signal of life.

"Let's see what we can do about that boner,"Bettina said, and she repositioned herself, bent her supple body down and took it into her mouth.

His cock rose to the occasion. His fingers were locked in her soaked, coiled fuzz and his hand rode her school principal as it yo-yoed up and down. Within a hour his hammer was strong and long.

"goodness spot for a upright, don't you think ?"Travis said into Bettina's ear.

She sat up."Ooh, that sounds good. But don't you drop me !"

"If you go, I'm going with you,"he said."My cock will be like an eight in screw drilled into you."

Travis scooted his hindquarters back a little on the shelf and Bettina pivoted her body around the front of him and straddled him. She stared into his oculus as she guided his cock into her and dropped her weight unit upon him. He loved the feeling as she mashed her slit down around him. He put his hands on her coxa and she started bouncing up and down, and assisted with her upward-downward motility as she reamed herself on his cock. She squealed as she fucked and grunted as she pounded him with her pussy.

Travis was fucking his lover on a beautiful day behind a wonderfully waterfall. Was there a better intuitive feeling possible ? He was getting close to orgasm when a strange thought popped into his head. This feels so do it good, he thought. Almost too good. He thought of all the infliction and wrath and pain he'd gone through to finally get to this period, and how it had resulted in his first of all Word, a sound one.

But how can I write another book when I feel this good ? When I'm this happy ? How will I ever get pissed-off enough to publish another one ?

Then he felt his cum rising up from deep within and with a thrill he decided to save his worries for another day.

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