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A Chance Encounter (or was It)

By: jimmy_love_fl



It was a cool crisp Halloween night. The crescent moon gave off a glow of light. Anita jumped out of the car in her little naughty nurse outfit, slamming the door shut behind her.

'Another night and another argument,' she thought. When would the fighting stop? There was a time when love had blossomed between James and her, but those times were a distant memory these days. Now she just lived in fear, never sure of the next time he might lose it and start beating her again.

She wanted to leave him, but she felt trapped. At one time Anita was a strong passionate woman, but now she felt like a scared little girl. All she wanted was to feel safe again, to feel like her world made sense again. Even James' tender advances caused her to tremble in fear now. She knew they would never be able to have what they once had. She had given up hope. She thought she was destined to a life of misery.

The last time he beat her up real bad was about a month ago. She ended up in the hospital with eight stitches on her head. She told the doctors that she fell down, but she could tell by the looks on their faces that they knew better.

She hated that look, that look of pity that everyone who didn't believe her stories gave her. She always felt the stinging judgment oozing from their pores. They never said it, but she knew they were all wondering why she didn't just leave the bastard.

They didn't know what it was like, she would always say to herself. They didn't know how hard it was. The worst part of it all was that they were right. She hated that they were right, that she was so weak that she couldn't even bring herself to leave. This once strong, proud woman was now a shell of her former self.

Anita had the feeling the shit was about to hit the fan again on that night. James was drunk and he wasn't a happy drunk by any stretch of the imagination. He had screamed at her the whole car ride home from the party, telling her what a whore she was for flirting with the guy at the party in the Phantom of the Opera costume.

All she did was talk to him about how beautiful the sky looked that night. It was innocent, but unacceptable to James. She knew it would be, but she didn't think he had seen her talking to him. It was nice to have a normal conversation with a guy, even if she had no idea what he looked like.

But she was going to pay for it tonight.

James came stumbling out of his side of the car. "You nasty bitch! Why can't you just behave yourself and quit embarrassing me? You're such a whore!" His words slurred as he spoke. If she was lucky, then maybe he would pass out when he got inside and forget all about this night by the time morning came.

She quickly realized that lady luck was not going to be visiting her house tonight. Instead she got a backhand to the face, knocking her to the ground.

Anita desperately tried to get into the house. She was so afraid that a neighbor would see what was happening and call the police. Then the whole world would know what a loser she was, and she would have to see that stupid face on everybody she met.

He tackled her to the ground. Her body slammed into the doorsteps leading to the front door. "Get back here. I'm not through with you yet." James flipped her around and straddled her helpless body, pinning her to the ground.

"Please, no. James, please. Can't we talk about this inside," Anita pleaded, but a hard slap to the face abruptly told her otherwise.

"What? I thought you would be horny the way you were looking at that guy at the party." James pulls his belt off of his pants. "If you wanna be a slut so bad, then why don't you just fuck me right here and now you nasty slut." His belt came crashing down on her leg. The stinging pain shot through her body. "You like that don't you? You fucking whore."

"No... I mean please let's do this inside. I'll do whatever you want. Just let me go inside." Anita was more worried about the pain of being seen like this than the pain of the belt.

James was obviously in no mood to negotiate. "Did you just say no to me bitch? You must like being spanked even more than I thought." Another hard strike to her leg with the belt caused her whole body to jolt.

She held it all in. She dared not speak for fear that she would say something wrong. He stood up and quickly pulled down his pants, exposing his limp dick in the moonlight.

Anita's back was still against the hard steps of the entryway. He dropped to his knees in front of her face, slapping it with his dick. "Go ahead whore. Do what you do best." He laughed.

At first Anita turned her face away. She was disgusted by the feel of this sick and twisted man's dick in her face. But she knew she had no choice, and she wanted to get it over with as soon as she could so they could go inside. She knew once she got him off he would calm down and probably pass out somewhere in the house. A tear ran down her face as she closed her eyes and opened her mouth to accept him.

That's when it happened. All she heard was a loud thump. She felt James' body go limp as it crashed to the ground beside her. She opened her eyes to see what happened.

In the moonlight she could see the silhouette of a man standing before her. A hand reached down to help her to her feet. Then she heard a soft kind voice that she recognized. "Are you alright?" asked the man.

It was the man from the party. 'How did he get here,' she asked herself. Was he following them? So many questions ran through her head, not that the answer mattered that much. She was safe, at least for now, and that's all that mattered.

She took hold of his hand. It was firm, rough, and strong, just like a man's hands should feel. A shudder ran down her spine at the thought of how he had come to her rescue.

He pulled her to her feet in one swift movement. So quickly that she found herself falling forward into his strong arms. He held her there. Anita looked up into his dark blue eyes and got lost for a second. But only for a second, because her next thought was how embarrassing it was that she had to be rescued like that, and that he had caught her in such a disgusting, helpless situation.

She pulled away from him, wrestling herself out of his arms. Her breathing was still heavy. She wasn't sure if it was from the attack or the ensuing swooning she was doing at her newfound hero. She finally got the nerve to speak. "Thank you so much sir."

What else could she say? No words could express the gratitude she felt. She also felt embarrassed beyond belief and despite the fact that James was unconscious on the ground, she was still scared. Anita was scared that he might wake up and see her there, talking to him.

"You... I mean I... I have to go now." She put her hands over her face and ran to the door. Her keys fumbled around in her hands for a long time before she disappeared into the house.

Tears rolled down her face as she thought of the enormity of what had just happened. When she closed the door behind her she sank to the ground and began to weep uncontrollably.

After she got out a good cry, she turned to look out the window next to the door. Anita wanted to make sure the man was gone before she went back outside to help her boyfriend back into the house. When she looked out the window she was surprised to see that not only was the mystery man gone, but her boyfriend was gone too.

A rush of fear overtook her. What could have happened? Before she had time to ponder it for long she opened the front door and the unconscious body of her boyfriend came crashing into the house. A look of shock covered her face.

She couldn't believe it. The man had actually pulled her boyfriend's pants up and placed him by the door for her. Anita was flustered by the kindness of this wonderful man. 'What kind of person would do something like that for her?' she thought. The thought of it was overwhelming.

As she pulled James' body into the house and shut the door behind her, she began to cry again. No one had ever done something so wonderful and selfless for her before. She felt so sad that she left him standing out there alone. She wanted nothing more than to fall into his arms again.

Anita tried to pull him up on to the couch, but he was too heavy. No matter how hard she pulled his body just came back to the ground like a lead weight. She covered him with a blanket like the nurturing girl she was and headed for the bedroom.

There she was lying in the bed, the pain from the belt still stinging on her legs, a constant reminder of the events that had just transpired. She knew she should be sad and depressed, but the only thing that she could think about was the feeling of safety in the arms of the Phantom of the Opera, her savior who had come like a shadow in the night and left the same way.

She wasn't sure if she would ever see him again, but one thing was certain. She would see him a lot in her dreams that night.

The fantasies of running away with him were filling her mind. Those fantasies very quickly became sexual in nature as she imagined the feeling of comfort and trust overcoming her. She wanted to gaze into those eyes again. She desired to taste his lips against hers. She craved the feeling of thanking him properly for everything he had done to help her.

If she could only spend one night with him, fulfilling his every desire, then all would be right in the world again. As she thought, her hands began to run across her body. Goosebumps covered her skin. She felt them tenderly, running her hand across her arms and legs.

Her soft hands felt nothing like his rough, strong hands, but they would have to do for now. One hand began caressing her breast, feeling her hard nipple between her fingers, while the other was working its way down her thin silk panties.

Thoughts of what it would be like to be with someone like that ran circles through her mind. To be with someone who loved her, cared for her, and respected her would be bliss. 'Oh, if things were only different,' she thought as she rubbed her fingers against her now wet pussy, imagining it was his fingers massaging her clit.

Then, without hesitation, she thrust her fingers deep inside of herself, wishing it was his firm cock filling her now throbbing pussy. She could almost feel his presence around her, his body pressing against her.

"Mmmmmmmm! Ohhhhhhh! Yesssss!" The pleasure was so much more intense than anything she had felt with James in a long time. She could feel the muscles inside her contracting as she exploded in orgasm. She was trying to be quiet in case James had woken up, but she lost all control and screamed out one last time before her body collapsed to the bed.

She was tired and content. She slept better than she had slept in a long time that night, slipping back and forth between dreams of her mystery man and dreams of another life, a safer life. A glimmer of hope had finally entered her mind. It had been so long she felt any hope at all that she almost didn't recognize it.

A Chance Encounter... or Was It?



This is a short non-erotic romance that represents a departure from my normal style. I'm submitting this as a test to see what you think. It's a story of two people who, by chance, are reunited half way around the world. The early tentative interest they once had in each other now returns in full force. But all is not what it seems.

This is an original work of fiction and the writer owns all rights to this story. Enjoy.

*

The Regent Hotel, Singapore

A personal hand-written note in Kevin's suite reminded him of a guest reception that evening in the lobby bar. This weekly tradition at the Regent was well-known and attended by the invited VIP guests and hotel management. Kevin stayed at the Regent several times each year and was always welcomed like a close friend by the hotel limo driver at the Changi Airport. The doorman greeted him by name as he arrived for check-in. They knew him well.

Unlike at most hotels, the reception staff welcomed him with completed documentation that required only his signature before he walked to his suite. It was usually the same suite each time because he mentioned a few years earlier how much he liked it. From that moment, it was his if at all possible. Such was the way of the Regent. Their customer service was legendary and Kevin always knew they appreciated his business and that of his customers and employees.

Arriving at the reception, Kevin was greeted by Sharon Tan, the customer service manager whose enthusiastic welcome was accompanied by a prepared nametag and quick introductions to the other guests and staff. Sharon had been in that role for at least three years, having risen through the hotel management hierarchy. Mr. Lim, the hotel manager, always greeted Kevin with a warm handshake. His English name was also Kevin and they had enjoyed that common bond over the past few years.

The reception was well attended that evening and Kevin spent time networking to learn who there might be a future customer or, heaven forbid, a competitor. As he worked his way among the guests, he glanced down the bar to a woman sitting alone and chatting with Ramon, the bartender. She appeared familiar, but he couldn't remember how or where he had met her. Even as he chatted with other men and a few women, he continued to glance her way and struggle with his 58-year-old memory bank.

Kevin was positive he had met her and it frustrated him to have forgotten the details. Her beauty was breathtaking. Her very long and lustrous blonde hair reached the small of her back. Her profile revealed a curvy body that was fit, even athletic. She wore a long cocktail dress, maybe a little too dressy for this evening, with a slit up the side that revealed most of her shapely tanned leg. He worked his way closer and finally could hear her East coast American accent and easy laugh that he should recall, but from where?

Erin first noticed him as he approached. She recognized him but it had been years and she couldn't remember the details. He was very handsome, like the Marlboro man, tall and fit with snow-white hair and the easy mannerisms one has from self-confidence rather than ego. She turned to face him and smiled.

"Excuse me," he said. "I know this is the oldest pickup line of all time, but have we met before?" He grinned as she smiled with the sexiest dimples he had seen.

Erin glanced at his nametag. "We have met, Kevin, but I'm struggling to remember where," she replied. "My name is Erin Johnson." She gazed at his eyes, easily the most sensitive and expressive she had seen. She remembered them from before.

"I'm delighted to see you again, Erin."

She offered her hand, which he took before continuing. "Now let's figure this out. You're obviously American and so am I. I live in Alexandria, Virginia."

Erin grinned and replied, "Now we're getting closer. I live in Bethesda, Maryland. Have we met at a party? For some reason, in the fog of my memory I see you in the company of a young lady." She pointed to the bar stool next to her. "Please have a seat."

Kevin sat and turned to her. "A young lady? Hmm, let me think. My daughter and I often did things together on weekends when I was there. She's now 26."

"What are some of the things you did?"

"We went to museums, concerts, restaurants and on photo outings. We both have the photography bug."

"That's it!" Erin exclaimed with wide-open eyes and a huge grin. "You two were in a photography class I taught a few years ago."

Kevin jokingly slapped his forehead. "You're right. You're the National Geographic photographer that blew my mind for two days about four years ago. I think I learned more about lighting and positioning for a shot from you than I thought possible. Laura, my daughter, and I still talk and try to remember all the little tips you shared that weekend."

Erin smiled. "Thank you. It's good to know that someone paid attention."

"What brings you to Singapore?" he asked.

"Assignment. The yellow book hasn't looked at Singapore in many years and the editor sent me to shoot for an article that was recently written. It'll be published in a few months. What about you? It's a long way from Virginia."

"I have business interests that require my presence several times a year."

"This was my first visit here. It's a lovely country. Almost like living inside a greenhouse; but the heat and humidity saps my energy. Do you get used to it?"

"I don't but obviously the locals do. How long have you been here?" Kevin asked.

"This is my sixth day. Headed home tomorrow."

"You came all this way for one shooting assignment?" he asked.

"Oh no, I've been in the region a month. Spent five days in Kyoto, seven in Hong Kong, and nine in Vietnam before coming here. We have articles on each of those coming out within the next nine months."

"You must have a fascinating life," Kevin replied.

"I suppose. How much longer are you here?" Erin asked as she locked onto his eyes. They were alive with energy, she thought.

"Two days, then home. I was in Germany last week and France the week before. Can you join me in this little reception at the end of the bar? Drinks are free down there."

"Sure. Thanks."

Kevin called Ramon over and arranged to cover Erin's bar bill. Leaving a S$10 gratuity assured the drinks would be listed on his account where they always disappeared at checkout. Erin was surprised by this gesture but knew not to argue. She smiled and took his arm as they walked to the VIP end of the bar. Her next few hours were now going to be interesting she thought.

"Sharon, I have a friend from the States. This is Erin Johnson. Can she join our little party?"

"Of course, Mr. Larkin. Let me prepare a nametag."

Erin accompanied Kevin as they worked the room visiting with others there on business or pleasure. The other men admired this lovely lady who wore a revealing black dress and wished for Kevin's good fortune to be in her presence. Her 5'9" stature was rare in Asia, as was her impressive figure and natural blonde hair.

Kevin's 6'2" frame towered over the Asian businessmen and travelers. His white hair was unusual in that society, as was his ramrod straight back and muscular physique.

Erin glanced at Kevin many times as they walked and talked with the others. She was enamored by both his appearance and genteel personality. He had that same effect on her four years earlier and even though that feeling had slowly faded, it roared back to life this evening.

After an appropriate time of meeting and greeting, Kevin turned to Erin and whispered, "How about dinner?"

"I'd love it; but I must warn you I promised my niece I'd bring home a Hard Rock Cafe t-shirt from each country I visited. This is the last one for this trip."

"You're in luck. It's just a quick walk from here."

"We don't have to eat there if you prefer another place," she responded.

Kevin replied, "It's actually a good place for burgers, BBQ and sandwiches. It's been a couple of years since I was last there. Let's go."

"Can I run up and change into jeans? That might be more appropriate."

"Of course. I'll just wait here."

She smiled and walked away as he admired her departing visage. Kevin was smitten, just like four years earlier when she walked into the classroom. Although she was several years younger, maybe many years younger, her style and grace and the way she focused her full attention on him as they talked reminded him of his late wife.

Erin returned shortly with a smile. Her designer jeans were tight and sexy. "I'm ready. Which way do we go?"

"Out the front door and straight down for a couple of blocks."

He led the way to the lobby entrance where the doorman greeted them and handed Kevin an umbrella. "Mr. Larkin, there's rain expected shortly."

"As usual," Erin added.

Kevin smiled as she took his arm. He caught a whiff of her perfume as they walked through the hotel door.

During their walk, Erin asked, "What happens when you get home this week?"

"I was hoping you might have dinner and see a show with me. Andrea Bocelli is in town at the Kennedy Center and I have tickets if you'd like to go."

"Oh my. He's one of my favorite singers but I've never seen him live. That would be a dream come true. Do you go to many concerts?"

"Not as often as I'd like. My wife and I had season tickets years ago and I've continued buying them to support the concert series."

"So you're married?"

"She died from cancer. Melanoma."

"Oh no. That's sad. How long ago?"

"Six years. I miss her, especially when I return home from these long trips. It was always like our honeymoon all over again. What about you? Are you married?"

"I was. After six years, we gave up. My travel commitments killed our marriage. I wasn't there more than half the time and he needed more than that. In the end, I had to choose between him and the job. He made it an easy decision by seeing another woman while I was away."

"How long ago?" Kevin asked.

"Eight years and three months."

"It still hurts?"

"Yes, it does. Like you, I have no one to go home to. At least you have a daughter."

"I do but she's married and on her own now."

"She still lives in the D.C. area?"

"Richmond. She was married three years ago and is expecting a baby in five months."

"A proud granddad, I'm guessing." She grinned.

"Exactly. I just wish her mom was here to see it."

"Maybe she is, who knows."

He paused and then replied, "Your right, of course. Who knows?" Kevin and Erin glanced at each other and smiled.

They were quickly seated by a young lady who took their orders for Tiger beer. The local brewery was only a few miles away in Tuas. They chose appetizers of three kinds of satay and chili crab dip with tortilla chips, both specialties in Singapore. Wisely, they held off ordering other dishes. The finger foods served at the hotel combined with the filling beer, chips and dip made it easy to forego anything else. After another round of Tiger, Kevin and Erin shopped for that perfect t-shirt before returning to the hotel.

"How old is your niece?

"Eleven, going on 16."

"Yeah, they grow up fast."

"She's my brother's daughter. They live in Frederick, Maryland."

"Is he your only sibling?"

"Yeah. He's in real estate. My dad owns an agency and he works there."

"Your parents in good health?"

"Very good. They're in their late sixties. No health issues so far."

They exchanged cell phone numbers and agreed to get in touch once Kevin returned.

As they entered the elevator, Erin turned and thanked him for a lovely evening. She leaned in and kissed his cheek, much to Kevin's surprise. Arriving at her floor, she took his hand and led him off toward her room. She wanted more time with him, he thought.

"Erin, I should go."

"Can't you come in? The night is still young."

"As much as I'd like to, I think that'd be a mistake. Don't get me wrong, you're absolutely gorgeous and I'd love to be with you. But I'd like to build on tonight and see what comes of it."

Erin looked down and nodded.

Kevin took her hand again and added, "I'm very interested in you and I sense you might have an interest in me."

She looked up and smiled.

"I am interested. You make me feel like a woman, not an object."

"An object?"

"Most men aren't interested in more than a night or two."

"I'm not that way."

"I didn't think so but I wanted to make sure."

Kevin smiled and asked, "I passed your test?"

"You did."

He raised her chin into a tender kiss.

"Erin, I promise to be honest with you. You don't need to test me. Just ask me."

She gazed at his smiling face and nodded.

"What time is your flight?" he asked.

"Very late. The plane takes off at 1:10 am so I have to be at the airport by 11:30. It goes through London and on to Dulles."

"Oh, so you have all day tomorrow?"

"Yes."

"If I could wrap up my business tomorrow, would you mind me going along on your flight?"

"I'd love to spend that time with you. But I'm in coach and I think it's full."

"Let's make a call and see what's possible. Now, I will go to your room."

Erin smiled and led him there. Once inside, he found the number for Singapore Airlines and called.

"Hi, this is Kevin Larkin. I'm on flight 306 leaving at 1:10 am Friday morning. Would it be possible for me to go a day earlier?

"Sure, I'll hold.

"Yes, that'd be fine. Good.

"That's excellent. Thanks.

"Could you also move my traveling companion to the seat next to me? Her name is Erin Johnson and she's already booked on that flight.

"Good. Yes. That's fine. Oh good.

"Thanks very much. You always take good care of me.

"I appreciate you and your company.

"Good night."

Kevin smiled as he cradled the phone.

"It's all arranged. I had to move you to first-class. Hope you don't mind."

She giggled, "Are you joking?"

"No, of course not. I'm flying all the time and only go first-class for these long hauls. She gave us two seats together and you got a free upgrade."

"I can't believe this. I'm always in the cattle car section."

"Not on this trip."

Erin stood and playfully pushed Kevin onto his back on the bed. She sat beside him and leaned in to kiss him fully on the lips. It was just a slow, gentle kiss that delivered energy like a bolt of lightning to both.

"Thank you," she said. "I think I'm going to enjoy hanging out with you."

"Let's have breakfast in the morning," he said. "Call me when you get up."

"I will."

Kevin walked to the door, bid her goodnight and found his way through a haze of emotions to his room. He had a tough time getting to sleep.

****

Erin woke and immediately thought of the previous evening and the excitement of meeting Kevin again. She recalled that class because of him. He sat on the front row with his daughter and their eyes touched many times as she covered the material, sometimes losing her train of thought as he gazed at her. There was a magnetism she couldn't resist.

At the morning and afternoon breaks, they talked about some of the detail points she'd made; but she had the impression he really just wanted to talk to her. That easy manner of his and the fact he wasn't wearing a ring thrilled her but nothing came of it. Erin would have jumped at the opportunity to have dinner with him; but maybe because his daughter was there, no invitation was forthcoming. She remembered how disappointed she felt when the class ended, leaving a sense of emptiness and missed opportunity.

She reached for the phone and asked the operator for Mr. Larkin's room. On the second ring, Kevin answered.

"Good morning," he said.

"I'm up and starting to stir."

"I've been up a while. Had trouble sleeping."

"Oh."

"Yeah, I had a special lady on my mind."

"Anyone I know?"

"Possibly."

Erin smiled and responded. "I had sweet dreams."

"About anyone I know?"

"I think so."

"Good. How about we meet in 45 minutes in the lobby restaurant?"

"Perfect. I'm surprised I'm actually hungry. I ate way too much last night."

"Me too. I never should have had that second beer."

"Yeah, that stuff is filling. Okay, see you in 45," Erin said before disconnecting.

Kevin arrived a few minutes early and was seated so that he could watch the entrance. The coffee was very rich and bold, requiring a small amount of cream to tame it to his taste. He always enjoyed watching people and this hotel was good for that with many beautiful women working and staying here. The traditional dresses often worn in Singapore were sarongs of colorful fabric representing the flowers and trees that were always in bloom on this tropical island just 85 miles from the equator.

Erin arrived and was escorted to the table. Kevin stood as she approached and watched as the manager seated her.

"You're lovely this morning," Kevin said. She was wearing a colorful summer dress with lots of flashy jewelry.

"Thanks. I'm going to walk once more along Orchard Road and check out a few shops. It's expensive here so I'll probably just look."

"Yeah, the prices in town are for tourists and wealthy shopping visitors from Japan and China. Great merchandise but twice the price of the same item in the States."

"Where do the locals shop?"

"Outside of town, over in Jurong and Tuas on the western end of the island. My plant is over that way."

The server came and took their orders.

"What does your plant make?"

"Plastics. We supply various types of polymer chips that are melted and formed into auto parts, toys, electronic cases, etc."

"Are there many customers here on the island?"

"Only four. Most of the product made here goes to China, Vietnam, South Korea and Japan."

"Why did you build the plant here?"

"Taxes are lower and shipping capabilities from here are world class. Labor cost is not bad but there's not a lot of labor required in making our products."

"You mentioned Germany and France. Do you have plants there?"

"Mostly customers there but we have a large plant near Munich and one near Rotterdam."

"Any other locations?"

"Yeah, two in the States, one in Canada, one in Mexico and two in South America."

"No wonder you travel so much."

"Yeah, too much."

"Is your business structure a corporation?"

"Yes, based in the Netherlands for tax purposes. We're closely held. My dad, who is now 88, owns 30%, my brother Trace owns 10%, my sister Jane owns 10% and I own 40%. The rest is owned in small portions by a number of our most valued employees. Except for dad, we're all heavily involved in the business."

"How old are you?" she asked.

"Now hold on. Did I ask your age?" Kevin frowned as he joked. "Isn't that a little too personal?"

"Then I'll go first. I'm 39, for the first time," Erin replied.

"I'm 58, old enough to be your dad."

"Also young enough for other things," she replied with a devious grin.

"Maybe."

"Oh, I just remembered. I need to check out of my room by noon. Darn it."

"That's no problem. Here's my room key. Have them take your luggage there when you check out. The hotel always lets me keep the room until time to go to the airport... so make yourself at home. Sharon Tan saw you with me last night so she won't have a problem with it. If she does, have her call me. She has my cell number."

"Jeez, you do have pull. Thanks. I need to edit my photos so that'll give me a nice quiet work place."

"Exactly. Just put my work papers to the side and I'll organize them later."

Breakfast was over quickly and it was time for Kevin's driver. He would spend the morning at the plant and the afternoon visiting customers before returning that evening for dinner with Erin. They agreed that Kevin would call the room when he was on the way so she could be ready. They briefly hugged when his driver arrived in the lobby.

****

Erin returned to her room and dressed in conservative shorts and a chic t-shirt for the shopping excursion. She also packed her belongings and computer to be moved later.




A Chance Encounter... or Was It?



As predicted, she found very few items that were unique, stylish and affordable. One pair of sandals, however, fit her budget and looked great on her. She could wear them with any dark colors and they highlighted her toes and ankles that many men had admired. As the heat of the day and the mid-day pattern of rain clouds approached, Erin returned to the hotel and approached guest services.

"Could I speak with Ms. Sharon Tan, please?"

"Of course, Ms. Johnson." Jeremy called and Sharon arrived shortly.

"Good morning, Ms. Johnson. How can I help you?

"My friend, Kevin Larkin and I are flying very late tonight and he suggested I move into his suite and check out of my room. He gave me his room key."

"That's fine. The hotel policy requires me to have his personal approval for that. Can you wait just a moment? I'll call him."

She returned quickly and instructed the bellman to move Ms. Johnson's luggage to Mr. Larkin's suite. Sharon printed the itemized invoice and Erin checked out of her room before walking with the bellman upstairs.

The transfer occurred quickly and a nice tip sent him away smiling. Sharon had given Erin a second magnetic key just in case it was needed.

She was struck by the size and opulence of the suite. The live orchids, beautiful art, premium furniture and oversize bed were amazing. The bath and Jacuzzi were gigantic. Her employer would never pay for digs like this.

After a quick nap, Erin unpacked a few things needed for the evening and pressed a dress that she wanted to wear for dinner. It was the shortest one she had; and it allowed a perfect view of her long legs that were still firm and fit, a leftover from her swimsuit modeling days when she was in her early 20s. It had taken hard work and many hours in the gym to maintain her body to her standards.

It bothered her for years when men stared at her with obvious lust on their minds. Now she enjoyed their attention at an age when most women's bodies were slipping into middle age sag.

Once ironing was done, Erin moved Kevin's work papers to the bed. Her natural curiosity "forced" her to glance through them. It was mostly financial investment proposals for the various plant sites and a draft of a legal agreement written in French that appeared to be a sale of some property. Erin's French was rusty, especially when legal terms were involved.

After two hours of editing her shots of Singapore, she e-mailed them to headquarters and saved a third set on a memory stick, just in case her computer failed. It had happened one time... a total hard drive failure and many days of work had to be repeated.

Shortly after Erin emerged from the shower, Kevin called and said he would be there in twenty minutes. This gave her the impetus to quickly dry, dress and apply appropriate makeup. She wanted to be beautiful when he arrived.

When the knock came, Erin rushed to open the door after confirming it was Kevin. He walked in and they briefly hugged.

"You look fantastic," he said.

She smiled. "Thank you. Did you have a good day?"

"Very good. I'll give you the details later. Can I take a quick shower? The humidity here is brutal."

"Of course. Do you have anything that needs to be pressed?"

"Yes, if you don't mind. That white long sleeve shirt is a little wrinkled and I'd like to wear it tonight. We're going to Morton's The Steakhouse over near the Raffles Hotel."

"Oh. Lovely. Am I dressed appropriately?"

"You're perfect for that place. Your legs are amazing."

She grinned once again. "Thanks."

Fifteen minutes later, Kevin came from the bath wearing only his trousers. Erin watched as he walked to the closet for the fresh-ironed shirt. His chest and back were muscular with light hair... just enough and not too much. She had dated several men who were not this well-maintained although they were twenty years younger.

Erin asked, "How do you keep in such great shape?"

He smiled and replied, "You mean for my age?"

"No silly. I'm serious. You obviously work out."

"Yeah, I usually hit the gym every morning but wasn't able to do it today. But speaking of working out, you're in wonderful shape. You must exercise."

"Not every day but a few times each week. I don't want to be too muscular."

"Right." He grinned and reached for a tie.

"Since we're going to be near the Raffles Hotel, let's stop at the Long Bar. You need to see it."

"I'd love to. I think that's where the Singapore Sling was invented, right?"

"Exactly. The bar is huge and dates from the late 1800s. They serve peanuts in the shell and encourage you to throw the shells on the floor."

"That must be the only place you can litter here."

"It is. Singapore's littering laws are legendary for how much a person gets fined. That's why you never see litter on the streets or sidewalks. One can't even spit on the ground, if one is so inclined."

"In the article I'm illustrating, it says that if you're caught possessing or distributing illegal drugs, you get the death penalty."

"That's correct. They hang a lot of people here for crimes that would be punished by short prison time in the States."

"They still hang people?"

"Yep, on Friday mornings at dawn in the prison."

"That certainly keeps things under control."

"I imagine so. Are you ready?"

"I am," Erin replied.

They took a taxi to Raffles, which was opened in 1887 under British control of the island. It was and still is one of the great hotels in the world and no trip to Singapore is complete without a visit to enjoy its colonial ambience.

When entering the Long Bar, Erin gasped. "This bar is huge."

"That's why the name. Lots of famous people have imbibed here in the last 120 years including Hemingway, Hitchcock and Kipling."

"Yes, but not Erin Johnson," she added with a smirk.

He replied with a smile, "Now, their history is complete."

They sat at the bar and were quickly approached.

"Welcome to the Long Bar. What can I get you?" asked a smiling Cher Tong, the bartender for their section.

Erin replied, "I've got to have your Singapore Sling."

"Of course, and for you sir?"

"Macallan 18 on the rocks."

"Very good, sir."

Both reached for peanuts and began dropping the shells to join dozens of others. Erin glanced around the room and noticed peanut shells everywhere.

"I like this bar. It's just a classic English Pub on a grand scale. Look at the old wicker leaf fans and this ancient dark woodwork."

Kevin replied, "I always enjoy coming here. So much history."

"Are you a history buff?"

"More American and European than Asian. Leaned much of it from reading your magazine."

"Let me guess... you're a life long subscriber."

"No, just 20 years or so," Kevin replied with a grin.

"Please don't tell me you have them all on shelves arranged in order."

"No, of course not. They're in boxes in the basement." He grinned again as she laughed.

"I'll get you an electronic subscription. No reason to keep the hard copies."

"You're so nice."

"I am." Erin flashed that devious grin. "This drink is good. First one of these I've had since I arrived."

"The airline also makes good ones. Just have to be careful. They sneak up on you and after a few, you're looking up at the ceiling or down at the floor wishing you could find a bed."

She smiled. "What time is our reservation?"

"We have another 30 minutes. So tell me about your assignment here."

"The article focuses on the industrial development on the island so I took hundreds of shots of the commercial district at all hours of the day and night. I shot the harbor at sunrise and sunset and visited several of the industrial parks. But I also took photos during the night tour of the zoo and a tour of the bird park. The airport is fascinating with the indoor gardens and koi ponds and I received permission to shoot there."

Kevin said, "The entire island is like a garden. No matter when a person comes, there are trees, shrubs or plants in bloom. Where's your next assignment?"

"Ireland, in two weeks. We're doing an article on the ancient castles and ruins and what's being done to preserve them. I'll be hiking through the countryside for several days."

"Is someone going with you?"

"Not with me but I'll meet up with a guy and a woman who'll be helping lug equipment and meeting with the property owners. It's always good to have locals with you to smooth the path."

"I'll bet. Did you have anyone to help here?"

"No but I did in Japan and Vietnam."

"What will you do before you leave for Ireland?"

"I work as a contractor so I'm free to do anything I want. I often hang out with friends, research the upcoming assignments, and do free-lancing work for other publications, just whatever comes along. That course you attended was a one-off deal I had with NG.

Kevin glanced at his watch. "Let's walk over. It's in the Mandarin Oriental Hotel on the fourth floor. That's only a few blocks."

"Good, I'm hungry. Only had a salad for lunch."

"You won't be hungry after this meal. Morton's is as good as it gets for beef."

****

The next two hours saw one indulgence after another as Erin and Kevin started with jumbo shrimp cocktail and baked escargot, which they shared. Next was a very tender three-inch thick center cut filet mignon for Erin and prime ribeye for Kevin. They completed their feast by sharing a piece of Morton's special hot chocolate cake and coffee. Moaning and groaning was all they could do as they stood to leave. Each was stuffed and wishing they could just go to bed. Unfortunately, 26 hours of travel awaited them before they would see a real bed.

After a taxi ride to the Regent, they walked to Kevin's suite and relaxed for an hour until it was time to leave for the airport. They lay on the king size bed and faced each other, talking about the wonderful meal. Erin moved closer to Kevin and rose on her elbow to kiss him with a passion not yet shared between them. Kevin pulled her onto his chest and returned the kiss. Their silent eye contact said much more than words.

The bellman arrived shortly after 10:30 pm and took their luggage down to the waiting hotel limo. Kevin dropped off the room keys and bid farewell to the reception staff. They would later e-mail his invoice and hold it open until he reviewed and approved it by return e-mail.

Arrival at Changi Airport was efficient. The limo driver had a baggage handler waiting and the luggage was out and checked at the first-class counter in just a couple of minutes. The agent greeted Kevin by name as he approached and a quick flash of their passports was the only requirement. Within minutes, they were on their way through the VIP side of security and on to the first-class lounge to await the flight.

Once seated, Erin said, "I've got to travel with you more often. Never have I been treated like this. I would have been in line for an hour out there."

Kevin smiled, then walked to the bar for their drinks... more Tiger beer for each. "This will help you sleep," he told her. "Do you have any sleeping aids?"

"Just some Tylenol PM. That works well for me."

"Me too, but you shouldn't drink alcohol and take it."

"I'll wait for a few hours and let the beer clear my system."

"They'll offer us premium champagne when we board. You should try it as it's always top quality."

"You first-class guys always have the best."

"On Singapore Air, you're right."

Approximately 15 minutes before takeoff, an announcement was made for all first-class passengers to meet at the lounge door. Kevin and Erin joined six others and followed the flight attendant to the gate and directly onto the Boeing 777-300ER for the flight to London. They were in the center section of row one, Kevin's favorite seat.

Elizabeth Lim, the first-class cabin attendant, welcomed them with a glass of bubbly and a warm smile. "Mr. Larkin, it's great to have you with us again."

"Thank you, Elizabeth. Let me introduce you to my friend Erin Johnson."

"Good evening, Ms. Johnson. Welcome aboard."

"Thank you. It's great to be here and sitting with Kevin. It's my first time in this class so you'll need to help me with this seat, I think. It looks complicated."

Elizabeth smiled, "I'll be glad to."

The announcements were made and the massive plane took off on time, fully loaded, for the long flight to London Heathrow. It was scheduled to land at 7:35am GMT more than 14 hours later.

Erin gazed at Kevin. Reaching to take his hand, she said, "I'm glad I met you again. The last 24 hours have been very special."

"They have indeed. I've missed having a relationship with a woman and that feeling of excitement is now back. But there's 20 years difference in our ages. Can this possibly work?"

She joked, "Well, I've always wanted a father figure in my life." She flashed a sly grin.

"Gee, thanks." They chuckled.

"Of course it can work. Kevin, ages don't matter. You're not old and I'm not young. There are plenty of years ahead of us if we want to start down that path. For now, let's live for the moment and see where this goes. I feel very good about being with you. You excite me."

He smiled and gently squeezed her hand. "I've been thinking more and more about retirement and doing some other things before I die."

"Like what?"

"We've talked about my interest in photography and I'd like to pursue that, as a hobby of course. Just this past week, I purchased a house on the French Riviera that is just perfect for a quiet getaway. I want to spend time there with my camera. There's a wealth of history in that region, not to mention the wonderful restaurants."

"It's also one of the great beaches in the world. I was a swimsuit model and was in two shoots there about 15 years ago. We had a wonderful time in Nice."

"I also enjoy working with people and have been thinking about volunteering with some of the charities."

"I think that'd be a great thing for you. You could also travel with me and help with the shoots."

"Now that's a thought. I'd sure learn from you."

"I'll even give you a senior citizen discount."

"Wow, now I've got to do it." They smiled and Erin returned the gentle hand squeeze.

"How do you go about retiring when you own 40% of the company?"

"There are several ways of doing it. The simple way is to sell my shares to someone else. Or, being closely held like we are, the corporation itself may buy those shares and use them to reward our top employees down the road. Another way is to keep the shares, continue on the board but retire from the day-to-day operational role. A fourth way is to work with dad and my siblings to determine the future direction of the company and all act together... maybe even to find a buyer for the entire thing. We've had several suitors over the years but we weren't interested."

"Who started the company?"

"My dad. He was a research chemist at DuPont and his focus was plastics. After DuPont declined to pursue a couple of his developments, he bought the patent rights from them and went out on his own. That was in the 1960s. He found a couple of investors and built a small plant to further the development; and his products found a quick home in moldings for engineered applications."

"Those are the car parts you mentioned?"

"Yes, that's a good example. But we make product that can be molded into all types of end uses. We even sell waste and unsold, old batches for molded toys so we don't dispose of anything, to speak of."

"How did you come to own 40%?"

"Craftiness." Kevin smiled and Erin laughed.

She responded, "Please explain."

"Originally, my dad owned 90% and his two investors owned 5% each. As dad was getting older and planning for retirement, he sold 60% to us three children and even gave us the money to buy it. The company bought out the two investors. At that point, Trace, Jane and I each owned 20%. When it came time for dad to retire, we had a family meeting and I was chosen to run the company. After a few days of discussion, I offered to do it on the condition that Trace and Jane sell me half of their stock. In return, I agreed to a salary of only one dollar a year with the stock paying a nice guaranteed dividend to all owners. Trace and Jane were thrilled as that gave them a guaranteed stream of money from their holdings plus they would earn a nice salary for their work. Trace heads up production and Jane is in charge of marketing."

"That's neat. Your salary is nothing so you don't pay the huge tax rates on wages and your dividends are being taxed at a much lower rate."

"Exactly. Plus all my expenses are paid by the corporation."

"You are one sharp dude," Erin replied. "Why would you want to leave that behind?"

"To be with someone like you."

"Oh!" Erin didn't expect that and was quiet for a few seconds.

"Have you been looking a long time?" she asked.

"Only a couple of years. As the grief of losing Sarah eased, I realized my life was slowly evaporating before my eyes and I was very lonely. Even though I was with people all the time and working hard with our R&D, production staff and customers, it wasn't the relationship I had with her. I had many great friends but not the one I wanted the most."

"I know that feeling. When Rich and I divorced, I was initially relieved to have it over but then the loneliness set in. Sure, I had friends and stayed very busy, but it's not the same. I've missed genuine love. I wasn't made to be single and it's very hard."

"Have you dated much?"

"Yes, but that's even hard. I may be out of the country for a month at a time. When I come home, it's like starting over. Guys don't like that. Many of my dates end up as one-night deals that leave me even more frustrated."

"I feel the same way. I've dated several nice ladies and tried dating services a few times but nothing special happened. Many are looking for a sugar daddy and that turns me off."

"Rest assured, I'm not one of them," Erin replied. "I'm financially comfortable thanks to my work and the divorce settlement. That gives me the freedom to look for real love, not support."

Elizabeth returned and took their dinner orders. They wanted only a cheese tray to share with red wine and water. Dehydration is a big problem on the long flights so water was the drink of choice for most everyone on the flight. As they munched the tasty varieties offered, they continued to talk until the lights were lowered and the first movie came on. It wasn't long before Erin asked Elizabeth to help her with the seat adjustments. It made into a flat bed that was fairly comfortable with the pillows and blankets provided. Both settled down with earplugs and masks and tried their best to sleep.

****

Erin tossed and turned. The adrenalin from the discussions with Kevin was flowing through her. There was something very special about him and it both excited her and bothered her. She had learned from experience that if something seemed too good, then it was. She had always had to make compromises and accept less than perfection in relationships. Not once had she met someone like him and it made her uneasy, even suspicious.

Kevin pulled the blanket around him and tried to relax. Sleeping on a plane was always difficult with the noise level and ongoing work of the cabin crew. The flat bed-seat helped but it wasn't enough.

He thought about Erin. What were the odds of meeting her again half-way around the world? Even if both were in Singapore on the same day, what were the odds of them being in the same bar on the same evening?

He believed in miracles although the one he prayed for the most never happened. The cancer took her. She was ready to go and was very strong in her Christian beliefs. He had no doubt she was now in heaven and maybe looking down on him. Did she have anything to do with bringing he and Erin together? Maybe so. As Erin said, maybe she'll see the birth of her grandchild. He hoped that was true. He had prayed many times for the right partner to come into his life. Now he sees Erin again. Is she the answer to his prayers? It seemed too good to be true.




A Chance Encounter... or Was It?



****

Kevin's efforts to sleep were interrupted by an announcement warning of pending turbulence. The pilot asked everyone to return to their seats and buckle up. The gigantic plane began bucking and fighting the strong wind currents coming up from the mountains below. Erin reached for his hand and said, "I'm scared."

"It's okay. These planes are tough and turbulence is common on this route. Just hold on. Everything will be fine."

"How do you know?"

"I have faith."

"I do too but I'm still scared."

Kevin smiled and wrapped both of his hands around hers. "I'll take care of you."

After a few minutes, the turbulence subsided and Erin relaxed.

She turned to him and asked, "Have you ever had a near death experience?"

"No, not as far as I know."

"I have. I was working along the edge of a rock formation to photograph a rare cliff-dwelling bird in Brazil. I was warned about loose rocks but in my enthusiasm to get the shot, I didn't pay enough attention to my footing. I fell off this high cliff but landed in a tree that cushioned my fall. The two guys with me were able to climb down and retrieve me but I was out cold for three days. I dreamed of being in heaven with my grandparents while I was unconscious. I learned later that I had medically died for about five minutes before the doctor was able to resuscitate me. Even today, I can visualize heaven and remember how happy I was to be with my granddad and grandma once again. I felt so warm and loved. It was perfect."

"I've heard about such experiences but I've never met someone who actually had one. Did it change your outlook on life?"

"I've always felt life was precious but the feeling was much stronger after that. I now know there is a heaven and our departed loved ones are there. That gives me a foundation to build on... like a bedrock of my faith. But we have to live every moment as if it were our last. I guess that was my biggest takeaway from that experience. What we do in life is very important."

"I believe that. I was angry when my wife was diagnosed and when it became likely that she would eventually die from it, Laura and I were devastated. It was a while before we dragged ourselves out of that funk and realized just how important every day was to us. That's when we began taking all the special trips we had planned for some day in the future. We traveled to the far ends of the earth. Laura left school for a semester and we spent every day doing something special while Sarah still felt like doing it. Whatever she asked for, we did it. Parachuting, driving a race car around the Dover Raceway, parasailing, scuba diving on the Great Barrier Reef, swimming with whale sharks in Mexico, helicoptering over Angel Falls, and seeing the polar bears in Alaska and the Emperor penguins in the Antarctic. When Sarah was bedridden, she told me she had no regrets. We had done everything that she ever wanted."

Tears came to Erin's eyes as she held his hand. "That had to be very difficult."

"It was but we got through it. Sarah is in a better place. She got to meet Laura's future husband and I'm very glad for that. He's a fine young man with a great future and they're very happy."

"You only had the one child?"

"Sarah lost one in her sixth month when she was thirty-two. It was a boy. Then she had some health issues that forced a hysterectomy. Laura was two and I think that helped take Sarah's mind off of her disappointment but it really hurt her and me. I stopped traveling for a few months to be with her. That was probably the wisest thing I've ever done. She had many emotional episodes following that."

"She was very lucky to have you beside her, loving her."

Kevin glanced at Erin through tears welling in his eyes. "Thank you."

They turned away from each other to attempt another nap.

****

Several hours later, Elizabeth walked by with a tray of cold water. Kevin stood and followed her into the galley to take a cup.

"Elizabeth, I trust everything is fine with you."

"It is Mr. Larkin. As I mentioned to you on a previous flight, I was married last month and we've just found an apartment that we both like. That's always a challenge in Singapore."

"I'll bet it is. Is your husband from there?"

"Yes. He was born there but went to school in Hong Kong. He's a civil engineer with the government land reclamation department."

"Sounds like he'll have a great future."

"I think so. I like your travel companion. She seems very nice and is a beautiful lady."

"She is. I met her a few years ago and accidentally ran into her in Singapore two days ago."

"Oh. A very new relationship."

"Yes, but promising." They both grinned.

"What does she do?"

"She's a professional photographer for National Geographic Magazine."

"Very good. I've always liked their photos."

"Me too. Thanks for the water."

"Here, take another one. You'll need it."

"I agree. Thanks."

Kevin went to the toilet before returning to his seat. Erin appeared to be asleep.

****

The next five hours saw both Erin and Kevin restless. Unable to get the deep NREM and REM sleep they needed, at least they were able to doze and rest in a semi-conscious state. Elizabeth tried to help by bringing through tasty snacks during the night. The theory of sleeping better on a full stomach was being tested throughout the plane.

Breakfast was served an hour before landing. In first-class, they could choose from a full English or Irish breakfast or six kinds of fruit, cereals, oatmeal and yogurt. Many different alcoholic beverages were available along with many varieties of tea and coffee. If that wasn't enough, they also offered several types of pastries, croissants and scones.

Before the service began, Erin struggled from her bed-seat and took her toiletry bag to the lavatory. Returning a few minutes later, she looked refreshed and even a little perky.

"That lavatory is nice. Much better than the ones in coach."

"I know. Were you able to sleep at all?"

"I think for a few hours. These flights are always tough, no matter which class a person is in."

"The breakfast is nice, just take it easy on the alcohol. It will give you a headache."

"Maybe one mimosa."

"Perfect. I'll join you."

Their breakfast was wonderful... perfect in fact. After more than 14 hours with only a shared cheese plate, they were hungry one again. The croissants and scones were especially good.

The plane landed on time and debarkation was quick. Their next flight to Dulles was on Virgin Atlantic. Kevin and Erin checked in and received their first-class boarding passes. Singapore Air had also upgraded Erin for this second leg, which again delighted her.

When seated in the lounge, Kevin's phone buzzed. A text message finally caught up with him. He opened it.

"Call Jane immediately. Anytime. Very important."

"Erin, I've got an urgent call to make to my sister. There's a conference room over there and since I don't know what it's about, I'll step in there."

This alarmed her. "Can I go with you?"

He looked at her and saw the concern and silently nodded. They walked together, closed the door and took seats at the table. Kevin dialed Jane's number.

"Jane, the message said to call you anytime. What's going on?

"Kevin, I'm so glad you called. There's been a terrible accident. Laura was injured and is in intensive care at the VCU Medical Center. I'm with her now and she's unconscious."

Fear instantly filled his mind and heart. "Oh God! What happened to her?"

Erin took his hand. The shock was apparent on his face.

"A car hit hers broadside and she has a severe concussion and a broken shoulder. The doctor has put her into a coma to help avoid swelling. When can you get here?"

"I'm in London and our plane leaves in three hours. It lands at Dulles at 2:30 this afternoon. I can go home, pick up my car and be there by 5:30. Does she still have the baby?"

"Yes, the baby is fine, according to the scans."

Tears started to flow down his cheeks.

"What's the prognosis?"

"The doctor is concerned. A lot depends on the next 24 hours."

"Is she breathing on her own?"

"No. They have her on support. But the doctor said that's normal procedure in cases like this."

"You're saying that she could breath on her own but they are helping her?"

"Yes."

"Where's Paul?"

"He left for home to get some rest. He'll be back in the morning to relieve me."

"I just can't believe this. When did it happen?"

"Yesterday in the afternoon. She was going home from work."

"Was the other driver injured?"

"Only shaken up. Police are still investigating."

"Jane, I appreciate you being there for her."

"She's like my own daughter, Kevin. Of course I'll always be here for her."

"If there's any change, please call me. Otherwise, I will call you or Paul when I land in Washington. Please give her a hug and kiss for me."

"I will. Kevin, she's going to be okay. Just have faith. I do."

"I do too. I love you Jane."

"Love you too, dear brother."

Kevin disconnected and began silently weeping while staring at the phone. Erin moved closer to him, wrapped her arm around his shoulder and cried with him.

****

The next two hours were miserable. Erin tried to console Kevin but nothing seemed to work. He just wanted to sit and think. She decided she needed to do something.

"Kevin, I'll be right back. Wait here, okay?

He nodded.

Erin walked to customer service and asked, "Is there a chapel here?"

"Yes, the Chapel of St. George is just down the hall on the left. There's probably a chaplain on duty now."

"Thank you."

She returned to Kevin and sat next to him and took his hand.

"There's a chapel just down the hallway. Can we go there and pray?"

He nodded.

When they entered the beautiful prayer room, two others were there praying with a man who appeared to be a priest. Kevin and Erin stood respectfully at the back until they finished.

The Anglican priest approached them and asked if he could help. Erin explained the situation as Kevin looked down at the floor, trying to control his tears.

"Please, let's go up near the altar," the priest said.

For the next five minutes, he prayed the most heartfelt and beautiful prayer for Laura, the baby and Paul. He prayed for Kevin to have peace in his heart and knowledge that God is in control and that His will is perfect for us. He prayed for Erin and for safe travel that would re-unit them with Laura.

After saying "amen," he took Kevin's hand and looked into his bloodshot eyes for several seconds before saying, "I believe with all my heart that she is going to recover and the baby will be fine. I will continue to pray for her. Here's my card and e-mail address. Please let me know what happens."

Kevin responded, "Thank you, sir. I appreciate your prayers and will be in touch."

Erin also thanked him before they left to catch the plane.

As they were boarding, Kevin received a text message from Jane saying that there had been no change.

The flight was as good as a flight can be in that situation. Kevin was distressed and Erin noticed a few tears every now and then. He had no appetite but did drink many bottles of water.

"Kevin, I'm very worried about you driving to Richmond this afternoon. I'll take you down, okay?"

"Erin, I can do it. I'm running on adrenaline now and can make it. I'm sorry you got caught up in this."

"I'm not. Kevin, I want to help. Please let me."

He didn't respond.

Erin grew frustrated and continued, "Listen, I'm not going to argue with you. Let's go to your house, shower, pack some clean clothes and go down as quickly as we can. I will drive and you will rest." It was clear from her firm tone that she was not going to tolerate any pushback.

There was silence for several minutes.

"I just can't loose her. It would kill me." He struggled to control his tears.

"I know. But that's not going to happen."

He continued, "A least she's in a very good hospital. VCU is the best in Richmond"

"What does VCU stand for?"

"Virginia Commonwealth University. Laura was there once before with a broken leg about two years ago. She was in a paintball fight and tripped over a tree root." He started smiling. "She sent me a selfie as they were taking her to the hospital. She was covered with at least a dozen splashes of paint."

"I participated in one of those several years ago," Erin recalled. "They're fun and the paint does wash out."

Kevin opened his computer and showed Erin photos of Laura and Paul, including their wedding pictures. He also showed her photos of Sarah and of the happy times they had.

He gazed into Erin's eyes and whispered, "In the last few hours, I've felt very close to Sarah again. It's almost like she's here with me holding my hand. It's the strangest feeling."

Erin said, "That happens in times of stress, I've heard. Our minds retrieve happy memories to balance some of the pain."

"Maybe so. The chaplain said he believed she'll recover. I'm starting to feel that as well."

"That's what we must believe."

****

Kevin quickly checked his phone as soon as the plane landed. Jane's message said that the doctor was planning to let Laura come out of the coma starting the next day. Specialists had talked with her and Paul and they were more optimistic.

While waiting for the luggage, Kevin called Jane. She told him that nothing significant had changed. Several of Laura's friends had been to visit her and they had been a big help to Paul.

Their luggage arrived in baggage claim and 30 minutes later the taxi delivered them to Kevin's home in Old Alexandria. His house was built in 1803 and had been modernized and enlarged over the years by several owners. It maintained that old house feel and its stately beauty and antique furnishings astonished Erin.

Both rushed to take showers. They repacked needed clothes into one bag and started to Richmond. Erin drove and Kevin reclined his seat and tried to rest. She was exhausted but able to rally enough energy to make the 90-minute drive down I-95. The quiet and very smooth ride of Kevin's large Mercedes lulled her senses; so she rolled down the windows several times to let the cool air refresh her.

She dropped him at the hospital entrance before parking the car. Kevin texted Paul and Jane then waited for Erin after receiving directions to the intensive care unit. Kevin was in a haze of anxiety as he rapidly walked to the ICU with Erin rushing to keep up. Jane met him in the hallway.

"I'm so glad you made it. I was very worried about your safety."

"Jane, this is Erin. We traveled home together and she insisted on helping me get here."

"Hi Jane. Good to meet you but not under these conditions."

Shaking hands with Erin, Jane replied, "Very nice to meet you, Erin. Thanks for helping. Kevin, Paul just left to get food for us. Only two of us are allowed to be with Laura at any one time so let me walk back with you. Erin, Paul is wearing a light blue golf shirt so, if you see him return, please tell him who you are and have him text me so I know when to come out."

She nodded and took a seat in the waiting room outside the ICU entrance.

Kevin was stunned to see all the tubes and monitors hooked to Laura. Her face was swollen almost beyond recognition, her shoulder and arm were in a cast, her arms and neck bruised, as well as her eyes which were closed. To his relief, she was breathing on her own and the monitors showed a strong regular heartbeat and normal oxygen levels. He reached for her hand as tears once again ran down his cheeks.

"Has she been like this since the accident?"

"Yes, pretty much. The bruises and swelling showed up a few hours after she was here. The surgeon said that her shoulder is going to be fine. They were concerned about the baby but all the tests show it's fine. They let her start breathing on her own just an hour ago. The neurologist is more encouraged this morning."

"Was the accident Laura's fault?"

"The police were here last night and the investigator said the other driver ran a stoplight and struck her car on the driver side. They speculated that her head was jerked first to the left on impact and then back to the right. Although her side airbag deployed, her window was down and they believe her head hit the window frame. That caused the concussion and her broken shoulder."

"Was anyone with her?"

"No, thank heavens."

"You look as tired as I am. Why don't you go home and let me and Erin help Paul."

"Not a chance. She's like my own child, Kevin. You know that."

"There's not anything we can do but pray, is there?"

"That's all we've been doing. The nurse is here every few minutes and these monitors are connected to the nurses' station computers. They come running as soon as one buzzes."

"So we wait."

"Yes." He reached and hugged his sister. Both were emotionally and physically exhausted.

Jane's phone buzzed and she reached to read the message. "Paul's here. Let me go out and send him back."

Paul and Erin were sitting together and talking when Jane came out. After telling Paul there had been no change, she sat with them and ate one of the burgers Paul had brought. Erin was munching another one.

Paul said, "Jane, Kevin met Erin in Singapore and they traveled home together. She had met him years ago in a photography class that Laura and he took."

Jane smiled, "And you just ran into him again halfway around the world?"

"Amazing, isn't it?"

"Maybe prophetic. He needed your help."

Erin smiled and replied, "Maybe so."

Paul said, "Laura's friend Megan is coming to spend the night with her. We can all go over to the house and get some rest. Tomorrow is going to be a big day."

"Yeah, the doctor will ease off the sedatives and let her come out of the coma. Then we'll know more about her condition. Erin, would you like to go in with Kevin?"

"Yes, if that's okay."

"Sure it is. Just turn left inside the door and her bed is the fourth one down."

Erin stood and walked into the ICU.

Jane asked Paul, "Are you sensing what I am?"

"I think there's more to the story than Erin told us."

"I do too. Kevin needs a woman in his life."

"She's a lot younger than him, but so what. She's beautiful with a great personality," Paul said.

Erin stood with Kevin, staring at the young women who meant the world to him. Her arm was around his waist and her head against his shoulder as they stood silently. Kevin held Laura's hand. No words were spoken but tears flowed.

****

With Megan's arrival, all four went to Paul and Laura's house to rest and sleep. Their four-bedroom house was accommodating and they crashed early. Erin helped unpack their clothes and sat on the bed as he hung shirts. She would sleep in the room next door.

"I don't think I've properly thanked you for all you've done," he said.

"You don't need to thank me. I was glad to help. I'm just sorry all this happened."

He sat on the bed beside her and put his arm around her waist. "You're a very special person. I'm not sure anyone else would take charge like you did in this situation." They lightly kissed, again with warmth they both felt.

****

The next morning, Paul checked with Megan and there had been no change overnight. He left immediately to relieve her while Jane fixed breakfast. Erin joined her in the kitchen as Kevin slept.

"Tell me again how you and Kevin met. I was in a daze yesterday and think I heard you say you two had met in a class."

"That's right. I work for National Geographic and taught a weekend photography class a few years ago. Laura and Kevin attended and we had a chance to visit during the breaks. Then, of all things, we ran into each other at the Regent Hotel in Singapore. I was there doing a shoot for the magazine and he was visiting the plant and customers. We had dinner and he decided to come home a day early on my flight. That gave us more time together. We had just arrived at Heathrow when Kevin received your message."




A Chance Encounter... or Was It?



"Thank you for helping him."

"He needed help and I'm glad I was there."

"I'm very glad he came home a day early."

"I am too."

"After Kevin lost his wife, he went into a shell, so to speak. Laura was the only one who could crack that shell and the two of them became much closer. They did many things together until her marriage. Even recently, I saw them together and she appeared much closer to her dad than to Paul. There's a very strong bond between them. If he loses her, I'm not sure what will happen."

Erin nodded. After a moment she replied, "We have to all be there for him if that happens. But I don't think it's going to. I have a good feeling about today and believe she will come out of the coma okay."

Kevin walked in and Jane said, "You look a little better. Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah, I took a couple of pills that knocked me out. This jet lag is killing me."

"Paul checked with Megan and there's been no change. Let's have some breakfast before we go over."

"Erin, if you want to go on home, you can take my car. I can ride back with Jane."

"I'm going to stay until we know the situation."

Jane glanced at her and smiled.

****

Kevin and Jane relieved Paul when they arrived and he came to sit with Erin to eat a breakfast sandwich they brought for him.

She said, "Tell me about Laura. Kevin showed me pictures of her on his computer and I know he feels very close to her."

"Yes, they are close. Laura is a very loving person, like her mom was. She gets a high from life and has many friends. She's the most kind and gentle person you would ever want to meet. Laura is very strong in her faith and gives 100% to everything she does.

"She still misses her mom but much of her focus was shifted to her dad when she died. They spent tons of time together. He's been the best possible father to us. He's supported us and helped us buy the house and furniture. Laura is probably his closest friend so it's more than just a typical father-daughter relationship."

"She sounds like a wonderful young lady."

"She is. I'm really worried about her."

"I know you are, Paul. But have faith that she will be fine. I'm sure she has the best doctors and a lot of people praying for her."

"Our pastor and deacon were here for an hour yesterday and I know the church is praying along with many of our friends. But I'm still very scared."

Erin sat beside him and eased her arm around Paul's shoulder as he quietly wept.

****

At 11:00 am, a doctor came and told Kevin and Paul that he was stopping the drug used to induce the coma and, within a few hours, they should see her react. He was pleased with the vital signs of both Laura and the baby.

As soon as the doctor left, the hospital chaplain arrived and had a prayer with Kevin and Jane at Laura's bedside. At Jane's request, the chaplain went to the waiting room and prayed with Paul and Erin.

It was 3:00 pm before the first signs of movement were noticed. Paul was sitting near Laura when he saw her hand twitch. A close look at her face showed that her eyelids were also twitching. Her breathing was regular and a quick look at the monitors revealed a normal heart rhythm and blood pressure.

"Laura, can you hear me?" He took her hand and waited. "Laura, can you hear me?"

Silence.

"Laura." Her eyes twitched again and he felt her hand lightly grip his. A rush of chills shot through Paul. She could hear him!

"Sweetheart, can you open your eyes?"

There were more twitches but nothing else. Paul laid her hand on the bed and rushed to the waiting room.

"She's stirring and even gripped my hand."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and Kevin rushed with him to her bedside as Jane and Erin held hands and wept.

"Laura, can you hear me, sweetheart?" her dad asked.

Paul took her hand again and she squeezed it, even tighter than before. Her eyes opened and blinked many times as the strong light affected them. After a moment, she raised her right hand and touched Paul's face. The alarms must have gone off at the nurses' station because two came running.

"Gentlemen, step out of the way please."

The nurses worked together to check all the monitors and flash a light into Laura's pupils. Her heart rate was up to 90 from the normal range of 60-70 beats a minute.

"Laura, can you talk?"

She struggled but whispered, "Yes."

Kevin and Paul were ecstatic.

"Tell us how you feel."

"Terrible headache. Very sore and hurt everywhere." It was clear that she was struggling to speak.

"That's to be expected. The doctor will prescribe medication for your headache and soreness."

One of the nurses said, "You can drink this ice water if you want."

"Good," Laura whispered.

The nurse raised the head of her bed so Laura could sip the water through a straw.

She saw her dad and reached out her right hand to him. Kevin walked to her, took her hand and kissed it. His tears flowed. "I'm so happy you're awake, sweetheart."

Laura smiled and squeezed his hand.

The nurse said the doctor would be there shortly and for Laura to lay still.

"What happened?" she asked.

Paul stepped in beside her and recounted the events.

"How's our baby?" she asked.

"Great. Your body took good care of it. The doctor is very pleased."

A tear rolled down her cheek.

"Is the other driver okay?"

"Yes, the last I heard. She was text messaging and ran the stoplight. Her airbags saved her from injury."

Laura lay there for several seconds.

"How long have I been here?"

"Three days," Paul replied. "What do you remember?"

"I stopped at a traffic light and saw a friend in the car beside me. We rolled down our windows and talked while waiting for the light. When it changed, I pulled into the intersection and out of the corner of my eye saw a car coming very fast but that's all I remember."

Kevin asked, "Is there anything we can do to make you more comfortable?"

"This headache is awful. Can I have some more water?"

Paul held the cup for her.

"Excuse me, gentlemen."

Kevin turned and saw a different doctor approach wearing a big smile.

He addressed Kevin. "I'm Dr. Robert Tyler." They shook hands as Kevin introduced himself.

"Paul, I understand our patent is awake." They also shook hands. "When did she come around?"

Paul responded, "About ten minutes ago."

Dr. Tyler moved in beside Laura and smiled. "You look great, young lady."

She replied, "I don't feel great."

"You mean you're going to miss my square dancing lesson this afternoon?"

Everyone laughed as Laura smiled. "Maybe tomorrow."

"Okay, I'm going to hold you to that."

He reached over with his stethoscope and listed to her heart and lungs. The monitors showed the story was a good one. He had her move her feet and toes as he watched.

"Laura, I'm going to start a drip with pain medication to help with your headache and the soreness. We have a baby to protect so I'll be very conservative with the dosage. Do you have pain in your shoulder?"

"No more that any other part of my body."

"Well, I guess that's good. You have a couple of broken bones and a rotator cuff tear. We've got you stabilized for now but be careful and don't put pressure on it if you can avoid it."

"How long will I be here?"

"I think we can move you to a normal room tomorrow and I would expect to have you home in a few days. But I warn you, my dance lessons are only offered here so don't rush to leave me too soon."

She smiled again as Paul and Kevin chuckled.

After the doctor walked away, Laura said, "Dad, I saw mom."

"What?"

"I saw mom."

"What do you mean?"

"I dreamed I left my body and watched two doctors work on me. All at once, I was walking into this beautiful village and mom came out of a house and hugged me. I was elated to see her. She told me that she loved me and that we would be together again some day but I had to go back. It wasn't my time yet. We talked for a while and I met her sister."

"You met Melinda?"

"Yes. She and mom look a lot alike."

"She died before you were born."

"I know. They were very happy. I wanted to stay because it was so perfect and I was relaxed and at peace. I felt so loved. I turned and walked back out of the village and returned to my body as the doctors continued their work."

Paul said, "That was just your brain imagining stuff."

"It was like a dream but I don't think so. Mom said that dad was on his way here and he's here."

Laura paused for a few seconds.

"Dad, she said to tell you she loves you and will always love you. She said she knows what you're going through and your prayers are about to be answered."

He was thunderstruck and asked, "What prayers?"

"Dad, she knew about our prayers for you to find a new wife."

A rush of tingling chills coursed through Kevin. He was lightheaded and grasped the side of the bed to steady himself.

"What's wrong, Daddy?" Laura asked.

"I've felt your mom very close to me the last 24 hours and I have met a woman. She helped me get here quickly to see you."

Tears came to Laura's eyes. "Is she here?"

Paul replied, "I'll get her."

In a few moments, Erin walked to her bedside and Laura smiled.

"Hi Laura, do you remember me?"

"I do. When you taught the photography class a few years ago, I knew you would be perfect for my dad. I prayed for a long time that you two would meet again and fall in love."

Erin smiled. "I was praying for the same thing."

Kevin looked at Erin and replied, "I was too but I didn't know how to find you."

"Mom did."

Epilogue

Laura fully recovered and her daughter Jessica was born on time and in perfect shape. Jessi is now walking and loves to cuddle with her daddy as he watches football every Saturday and Sunday. Her granddaddy visits often and she spends many hours in his lap and riding his "knee horse" with non-stop giggling.

Erin moved in with Kevin two months after the accident and they were married a year later with hundreds of guests looking on. Their honeymoon was two weeks at the house in France. Every day was spent either on the beach, or exploring Roman ruins or drinking fine wine and dining at some of the best restaurants in the world. Of course, you know what they did every night.

Kevin remembered to contact the Anglican priest in London and give him the full account of what happened. They received a thoughtful letter from him containing a blessing for their marriage and for Laura, Paul and baby Jessica.

His company shares were sold to the corporation for their later use and his retirement became official the week prior to the wedding. His brother Trace is now running the company and business is booming.

Following the honeymoon, Erin and Kevin traveled together on dozens of her assignments. He was able to see places he never knew existed and was amazed by her commitment to getting that perfect shot, no matter what effort was required.

The biggest news, and surprise, is that Erin is now pregnant! That was a major shock to them. The tests show the baby is normal and Laura is jubilant that she's going to have a brother 29 years younger and that little Jessica will have an uncle two years younger than herself.

At first, Erin wasn't so sure about this major change in her life but now seems to have adapted nicely. She is starting to show and beginning to plan her assignments to avoid risk to the baby. Kevin is thrilled and planning to take thousands of baby pictures.

The End.

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