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Betrayed

By: Cromagnonman



I am so ashamed. To have been humiliated like this is just too much to bear. I sat on my bed and, between sobs and through a veil of tears, I looked at the shelves of Mills and Boon novels and cursed at them for betraying me. Their idealized romance culminating in a lifetime of true happiness turned out to be lies. Real life romance was nothing like the expectation that M & B had prepared for me, it was hurtful, humiliating and degrading. I will never be able to face the world again.

I should have realized that my whole life was preparing me for this, but I thought that at last I was being blessed with happiness. I am, as I have always been, a very shy person. At school I shunned the popular group because I just knew that they would tease me about my clothes and my unruly curly hair and my sensible glasses that gave me a nerdish look. I compensated by being good at my studies, getting the highest grades in all subjects. I never went to the movies and at the youth dances at church I was the perennial wallflower. Oh I danced occasionally when one of the boys could be persuaded, I suspected that money may have been used, to ask me to dance with him. His shoes would nearly leave skid marks on the dance floor in his haste to leave me once his duty was done.

My parents were of no use to me, my mother was shy and my father overbearing, which made her even shyer. If I took a problem to my father his response was either to 'get over it', or pray to God for guidance. I didn't know how to get over it and I came to the conclusion that, because my prayers were never answered, that God didn't care either. I was suffering a conflict of faith but had no-one to turn to for help.

My saving grace during my last two years of high school was my part-time job. I began working in the store owned by Mr Hudson, who was the church's treasurer. My father approached him, being the Pastor he had some influence, with the view to him giving me a job in the hope that it would help me get over my shyness. It didn't work, if anything it made it worse until I was moved from the shop floor into the office. I was to help Celia Hudson, the boss's wife, with the bookkeeping. It was easy work and in no time at all I was able to do all of the work, after all it was simple double entry bookkeeping. I also looked after making up the wages for the staff and doing the banking.

The more I did the better I got, and the better I got the more confident I got and by the time I finished high school and was looking for a job Mister Hudson offered me full time work. Part of the deal was that I would be given time off for studies, so I enrolled in part-time University degree course in Business Administration.

Celia stayed on as the Chief Finance Officer but she had little to do and much of her time was spent walking around the store making sure that everything was running smoothly. I enjoyed working in the office and Mr Hudson remarked that my self confidence was getting better. One day he came over to my desk and sat on the edge of it. "Ruth, I hope that you don't mind me saying this, but you are a very attractive young woman,"

I could feel the blush rising from my neck and quickly covering my face. "Please don't tease me like this, I know that I'm plain and frumpish, I can't help that."

"But you can, you have amazing bone structure and your hair could look so stylish with a little work. What I think we should do is to give you a make-over, I'll pay for it, and you'll be surprised at how good you look in something other than your nerd clothes."

He took me to the beauty salon in the store and introduced me to the chief beautician, Juanita. "Doesn't she have great bone structure?" 

"She surely does, I've seen her in the store and I say to myself, 'Girl, why are you afraid to shine? Let the world see how gorgeous you really are.' By the time I'm finished with her Hollywood will come calling."

"I don't want anything like that, I'm shy and if I looked like that people will expect me to act like that and I can't do that."

"You might think that, and when you first started working in here and Mr. Hudson had asked me to do this I would have said no way, I may be good but I'm not that good. But let me tell you girl, I've seen how you've changed into a confident young woman, and the only thing that is keeping you from the stars is the way you dress, and as for the make-up, I can't find words to describe how bad it is."

"I'll leave her in your capable hands then." Mr Hudson walked off.

"Sit yourself down and let's get started. Now let me look at that hair, my there's a lot of it isn't there?" She grabbed a handful and lifted it up." It must take you hours to comb that in the mornings."

"Yes it does, but I don't know what to do with it, it has a mind of its own, no matter what I do with it, it ends up looking like this."

"Leave it to us, first thing we'll do with it is to give it a thorough shampoo and conditioning and then I'll get the scissors to it. You'll wonder why you've never had this done before."

One of the girls took over, and my hair was washed and conditioned, and then it was blow-dried and combed out. When that was finished, it seemed to take hours, it was straightened. I couldn't believe how long it really was once the curls were straightened, it was almost down to my waist. Juanita walked around me, looking closely at my face and neck before getting to work with her scissors. By the time she had finished there was a huge pile of brown hair at my feet. She held a mirror up so that I could see the result. I didn't recognise the image at first. I was staring at a totally different person.

"Now we are going to change you colour. First we will bleach it and then add highlights."

"I don't want to be a blonde."

"You won't be a dumb blonde, believe me." She went to the shelf full of different colours and selected two packs that she handed to the girl who'd washed my hair. "Sophie here is the best colourist in the salon, she will transform you, believe me."

I reserved judgement on that, I was beginning to lose my confidence, everything had been taken out of my control and I didn't like that. I don't know what chemicals were used on my hair but it smelled terrible and I had visions of it falling out in clumps but after several hours, part of which was spent with pieces of foil stuck to my hair, I emerged a different person, not one that I was comfortable with, just different. Then it was the makeup artiste's turn, first a facial scrub to exfoliate my skin and then it was layer upon layer of powders and pastes. I was afraid to smile lest my face cracked. While this was happening the manicurist was working on my nails. "My we have let these go haven't we?" they were clipped and filed and the talons were stuck on them which were then clipped and filed before nail polish was applied followed by a clear coat to protect them.

"Ugh, wherever did you get that bra?" Davina undid the clasp and, holding the offending garment between thumb and forefinger she advanced on the rubbish bin and dropped it in. "You have wonderful breasts my dear, a little petite maybe, but nothing that a Wonder bra won't fix." She ran a tape around my body just under the breasts and selected a bra to fit. It did make my breasts look bigger and perkier and it felt a lot more comfortable than my old one, I'll give it that. Next came my panties, my sensible cotton tails that Mum bought for me last Christmas. Yet another look of utter disgust as she took them off me, and deposited them with my old bra, in the bin. I drew the line at a thong, settling instead for brief panties.

It was on to the dresses. I was to choose two for the time being and would be able to buy more at the regular staff discount later. The two I chose were put aside and another two were presented to me. I had to admit that they made me look much better, but they weren't me. I was beginning to feel that the image that I would have to maintain was beyond my capabilities, but I was told over and over again that I was a confident professional woman and should dress appropriately. I gave in to them and they packed the one that I wasn't wearing and bundled the other for me to take home to wear around the house on weekends.

Any feeling of euphoria that I might have had disappeared the moment I stepped into my house. My father called me all sorts of horrible names. "Whore! How dare you come into this house looking like a painted harlot! Go at once and remove that war-paint from your face. I didn't bring you up to cheapen yourself like this. What have you done to your beautiful hair, it was your crowning glory and now you look like a cheap whore. Look at you, that dress leaves little to the imagination, I can see far too much of your titties. Go to your room and don't come out until you look decent."

"Yes Father." I stumbled to my room and threw myself onto my bed. 

There was a tap on my door and Mother came in and sat beside me. She took my hand and squeezed it. "I think you look lovely, but I have to go along with your father on this. Come I'll help you get changed." 

"Why do you have to go along with him, Can't you support my choices for a change?"

"I would love to Ruthie, but I have to live with your father and that means keeping up appearances." 

"If the truth be known, I'm not entirely happy with what they've done to me and I've decided to tone it down a little, but let me tell you right now, I'm not going back to the way that I looked before and if he can't live with that then I'll just have to leave home. For years I have lived as a freak, different from other girls and not in a nice way and as for my hair, a weight has been lifted from my shoulders, or should I say head. For years I have wondered why I've been getting headaches and today I found the reason, it's been the weight of my hair that has caused them. Another thing, I have gained in confidence with my work, I have been appreciated for the work that I do and that makes me feel great, but Father's reaction when I walked in tonight has eroded that confidence and I'm back to being the shy and subservient little mouse that he wants me to be. I've had a taste of what it's like to be normal and I'm not going to allow his Puritanic attitudes to take that away from me and if father wants me to stay like that, then I have enough money now to rent a small apartment on my own."

"Don't do anything rash, I'll try to talk to him and see if he'll soften his attitude."

My confidence returned the next day at work. So many of the staff complemented me on my transformation, the ugly duckling was now a swan. "You look amazing." Mr Hudson said as I walked into his office with some papers for him to go over. "I would not have recognised you as the same girl that came to work here a couple of years ago. Yesterday your looks didn't fit your new found confidence, now it does and the transformation is complete. Now I feel confident about offering you a greater role within the company, a greater level of responsibility, are you up to it?"

"Yes Sir." And I meant it, today I felt ready to take on the world.

"First thing, you must stop calling me 'Sir', at least while we are in private. My name is Andrew."

"Very well Sir, I mean Andrew. This feels strange to me, you have been Mr Hudson for as long as I can remember. You will still be Mr Hudson at church."

"Yes I think that will be best, I don't think that your father will approve of our being that familiar."

"No he won't. He's none too happy with my new look, he was quite angry when I got home last night."

"I'll have a word with him and explain that it was my idea and it was work related."

"Would you? I'd appreciate that."

"Consider it done. Now to work, what have we here?"

I explained the papers and, as he read them he commented on the effort that I had put into them. I felt wanted and important.

If I thought that Mother and Mr Hudson talking to my father would change things then I was wrong. He seemed to single me out as he delivered his talk to the church. It wasn't a talk as such, more like a diatribe, delivered at the top of his voice.

"Beauty is not skin deep! True beauty comes from within, from beneath our skin. God made us as we are and to try and improve on His creation is show Him that we are not satisfied with what He has done. All the trappings of the cosmetician's art cannot disguise the ugliness within us. All the fancy clothes cannot disguise the fact that we are trying to be someone that we are not and that is a betrayal of God's plan for us. To be obedient to God we must remain as he made us. We are encouraged by man to strive for perfection, perfection in what? We can spend thousands of dollars having cosmetic surgery to improve out appearance, to stave off the inevitable process of aging, for what? Do you think that all of this will make you a better person? No! Who you are is within you, and your true beauty cannot be hidden by any amount of wafer thin artificial beauty."

"I hear people say 'I am proud of the way that I look.' But looks can be deceiving, looks can hide something of which they cannot be proud. There are people here today who, to look at, you would be forgiven for thinking that they are beautiful people, but they are proud people, they are vain people, and pride and vanity are not pleasing in the eyes of God. They place too much importance in outer beauty at the expense of inner beauty. It was once said that photographs never lie. That is so very wrong today. The photographs that you see in the glossy magazines are lying to you, the images have been 'Photo shopped', the air brush has been liberally applied to hide the imperfections. God did not make man to be perfect so why should man try to hide his imperfections, why can't man be satisfied with what God gave him? Why can't we look at ourselves in the mirror and be satisfied? I tell you why, it's because we seek to find favour in our fellow man at the expense of seeking the favour of God." 

"Not all successful men are handsome just as not all successful women are pretty. Not all successful men and women have an inner beauty and do you know why? It is because to be successful in the eyes of your fellow man, you have to do things that are hurtful to your fellow man, that are ugly in the sight of your fellow man and certainly will be looked on with disfavour by God. In this world one cannot be successful without harming someone else and commercial success is not something that was all that important to Jesus when he told the rich young man that he would not get to Heaven unless he gave away all his money. What does ill-gotten benefit you in this life? Is whatever it is worth risking the benefits of admission to paradise? No it is not! You can't take your money with you, God has no use for your money in Heaven, He would want you to use your wealth for His benefit in this life. Be we do not devote our wealth to Him, we use it to preserve the image that we think will bring us favour in this life. What folly is this! Do unto other as you have them do unto you, help your friends and even those that you don't know and that help will be returned to you many times over. But if you do harm to your friends and those that you don't know, that harm will be returned to your many times over."

I sort of stopped listening to him but I wouldn't take my eyes of his, I wouldn't let him see the fear and hatred that were in me right now, I would not bow to his abuse. He paused for breath after about thirty minutes of this and his voice dropped several decibels and he took on a more considerate tone.

"We in this church are beautiful people! We in this church are a family and as a family we look out for and love our fellow man as if they were all a part of our extended family, and we do this without asking for or even expecting that love to be returned because, as Paul said in his letter to the Ephesians, those with plenty should give more so that those who have little do not have to give as much, and if you do this when you find yourself in need, those to whom you gave when you had much will give to you in return. I want each and every one of you to look deeply at yourself and take stock of your priorities, do you strive for inner beauty, or are you more interested in seeking outer beauty to cover up your inner imperfections? Are you happy with God's handiwork, or are led by society to think that you can improve on what He has given you? Let us pray." 

I had tried to stare him down as he spoke but his blazing eyes pierced my heart, and I felt so humiliated that, as soon as the service was over, I ran out and caught the bus home. I didn't want to ride in his car with him, and I didn't want to face him when he got home, so I changed and left the house.

I stood looking in the Lease section of a Real Estate Agent's shop. I was looking for a house or flat that I could rent so that I could move out of home, away from my hypocritical father. Inner beauty! What rubbish! His hard attitude to me was anything but beautiful and I wasn't going to stay in that house and be subjected to his rules a moment longer than I had to. I saw a couple of places that I liked the look of and resolved to ask Mr Hudson for time off on Monday morning to go and look at them.

When I got home Father was even more furious than before. "I looked for you after the service only to find that you'd left without telling your Mother or me that you weren't coming home with us. I had people running around looking for you and it wasn't until much later that I discovered that you'd left straight after the service. This made me look bad, as if I had no control over my family."

"What was the most important part of this, were you worried about my not being there or how it made you look?"

"You impertinent, selfish girl, go to your room and ponder your actions."

"You've answered my question, don't worry I won't stay in your presence any longer than I have to." I left him there with his mouth open. I had never stood up to him before.

I didn't have dinner with them that night, I was so angry that I didn't even feel hungry, so I lay on my bed reading one of my romance books in an effort to take my mind off what I was about to do. Mother came in around 10:00 and asked if I wanted a mug of hot chocolate. Now normally I would have walked over coals for one, but tonight I declined.

"You are really upset with your father, aren't you?"

"I have never been this angry with anyone in my whole life. He was staring at me the whole time he was delivering his tirade this morning. He especially singled me out for criticism and do you know what? I think he is the greatest hypocrite, to him appearance is paramount. I can't stay here any longer, as soon as I find a place I'm moving out."

"I wish that you'd rethink that. I know that Mr Hudson has encouraged you improve your appearance and I think that this has done you the world of good. I know that he has spoken to your father and told him of his encouragement and they had words. There's an uneasy truce between them and if you leave, your father will blame Mr Hudson, he certainly won't blame himself."

"But it was him that has encouraged me to take this step. I wish that I didn't have to do it, but the more that I look back over my life, the more that I realise that he's been behind everything that I've had to endure. He dictated what clothes I wore and made me the laughing stock at school and at church. He insisted that I didn't get my hair cut and it caused me to have headaches. He even went as far as to bribe boys to dance with me at the church Youth Dances. You have no idea how hurt that made me feel. The one thing that I do thank him for was to convince Mr Hudson to give me a job. At first I hated him for that, but once I was moved from the humiliating experience of the shop floor to the office I was able to build up my confidence and self esteem. Now, just when I have reached that place where I want to be, he has to publicly humiliate me like this. I hate the man."


Betrayed



"You don't hate him."

"I might not actually hate him because I've been taught that hatred is a negative experience, and the opposite to the love that we are encouraged to have for our fellow man, but at this very moment I cannot find it in my heart to like the man."

"Give it time and you'll yet come to love him again."

"I don't think that will ever happen, my opinion of him now is that he is a selfish and insensitive man who thinks of nothing but his world and no-one other than himself, and until such time as he learns to consider the feelings of others I'll not give the respect that he thinks I should. You of all people should understand my feelings toward him, look at how he has you subservient to his every whim. Is that the unconditional love that Jesus would want him to show me, and you?"

"I gave my pledge to honour him at all times and in all things when we married, and I cannot go back on that promise."

"Did he not promise you the same things?"

"Yes, but I knew what he was like when we made those promises to each other. I didn't expect him to keep his."

"And still you honour yours, is not love a two way street, it is about compromise, not a selfish disregard for the feelings of the other."

"I've made my bed. . . ."

I left early on Monday morning so as not to bump into my father. When Mr Hudson arrived I knocked on his door. "Sir, Andrew, I need to talk to you."

"What is it Ruth? How can I help?"

"You were in church yesterday morning, so you will understand why it is that I simply have to move out of home."

"I felt that he was a little insensitive to your feelings. We had words you know, your father and I. He as much as accused me of seducing you into the ways of the world, an accusation that I, by the way, didn't bother to deny. My dear, you, as do I, have so much to offer this world in which we live, and we can't do that by separating ourselves from it." 

"I knew that you'd understand and that is why I need some time off this morning, I'm looking for a place to live and I've seen a couple that are interesting."

"Take all the time that you need, if necessary I can get Celia to cover for you."

"Thank you. I promise that I won't be any longer than necessary."

Andrew did something that I would never have expected. He took me in his arms and kissed me. Oh it wasn't a one of those lust driven passionate kisses that I'd read about, you know the ones when the handsome dashing young lothario first sets out to seduce our heroine, it was more a paternal kiss, more like one that a father gives his daughter in moments of stress. "Ruth, since we've been working closely together I've come to look on you as a friend and not just an employee. I know that you are going through some trying times right now and if there is anything that I can do to help you, you have just to ask." With that he gave me another kiss and I don't know whether it was my imagination, but this time it was more than a father/daughter kiss.

I went to the Real Estate office and asked if I could view the three units that I'd seen in the window. A young man, Simon, was assigned to take me around. "Is this your first time in the rental market?"

"Yes I still live at home with my parents, but I have to move out."

"That's okay, it's just that we may have a few problems because you have no previous rental history. Do you have a steady job?"

"Yes, I work as an office admin officer for Hudson's."

"That's a good company. Do you think that your employer will provide us with a reference?"

"Yes, I'm certain he will."

We had arrived at the first unit. It was small but well set out, with a single large bedroom, a lounge/dining room and compact galley kitchen. The bathroom was set up with a bath and shower combo and vanity basin with the toilet in a separate cubicle in the corner. I was tempted to take it but caution told me to view the other two before making a decision.

When we arrived at the last of the three that I'd chosen to look at I was glad that I'd not acted on my impulse to take the first. This one was so much better, it was bigger than the other two, and the layout was more to my liking and it was even cheaper and by the time that I got back to the Real Estate office I had decided on that one. There was one minor hitch and that was the matter of references. Andrew came to my rescue once more. Simon had just spoken to Andrew and when he hung up he looked at me for a second or two before he spoke and in that short time I was afraid that what was said was not going to be good. "Your boss must think highly of you, he not only gave you an excellent character reference but he guaranteed that if you should get ill or something happens and you find yourself in a tight financial situation, he will make good any payments until you get back on your feet. Not many bosses would go that far."

I blushed and remembered our second kiss this morning. What was I to make of this, I know that I like him very much as a boss, and I respect him for supporting me against my father, but was I reading something into what had happened? Did he have deeper feelings for me, or was I imagining something other than a work relationship in this?

By the time that I arrived back at the office I had the lease of the property in my hand.

"How did it go?" Andrew asked as I sat at my desk.

"I've found a really nice place and now All I have to do is to get some furniture and stuff, I don't want to take stuff from home because I think my father will claim that it was all his. I will take my clothes and books, things that I can't do without."

"If you want to buy anything from the store just let me know and I'll organise finance for you."

"No, I think that I'll visit a couple of second hand shops and see what I can pick up, I want to be able to buy it and not put anything on credit. I don't even have a credit card, Father refused permission, he said that if I couldn't buy it outright I would just have to save up for it. I'll use my lunch breaks to look for stuff."

"If you need extra time, just ask and I'll let you have it."

"I really appreciate all that you're doing for me, and thank you for the reference that you gave the agent."

"It was the least that I could do, after all you are a part of our family here, an important part." He had his hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

Father was distant when I got home, he ignored my greeting as I walked in the door and spoke only to Mother during the meal. He didn't even answer a direct question. I went to my room as soon as dinner was over and began to sort my things and pack those things that I would take with me.

"What are you doing?" Mother asked as she came into my room.

"I'm making a start on packing my things, I'm moving out on the weekend."

"I wish you weren't, I don't know what I'll do if you're not here. At least with you here I've got someone to talk to." There was a sadness in her voice that I'd not heard before, it was as if she was faced with the break-up of her family and didn't know what to do.

"Look, you can always come and see me, it's not as if I'll be gallivanting about, one thing that Father did instil in me was to be frugal and all of that costs money, and I don't have friends that I can invite over. You'll be doing me a favour."

It didn't take long for me to gather all of the essentials for my venture into a solo lifestyle and Andrew came to my rescue yet again. I didn't have anywhere for the stores to deliver the stuff to so he had a space cleared in the storeroom for it and arranged for a delivery truck to pick it all up and take it to my unit on Saturday morning.

On Friday afternoon I went down to the store room just to be sure that everything had been delivered and one of the men, Rob, came over as I was looking through it. "So you're responsible for all of this stuff." He said, nodding at the pile.

"Yes it's mine, I'm moving into a unit tomorrow and I needed somewhere to store the stuff. Andrew, Mr Hudson let me keep it here."

"That's okay then." I noticed him staring at me. "You're Ruth, the girl from the office. I didn't recognise you at first but the improvement is amazing, you look halfway decent."

"Gee thanks, now I know what it feels like to be damned by faint praise, it sure beats what I've been used to."

"Let me guess, based on what you used to look like, you were the one that got picked on at school? I'm right aren't I

"Don't rub it in, that's all in the past, what you see here is the new me and I sort of like it."

"I have to agree, I like it too."

I went back up to the office to finish the week's work. "Where do you want your furniture sent?" Andrew asked. I realised that I hadn't told him where my unit was and, as he was organising the truck for tomorrow he needed an address for delivery.

I wrote the address on a slip of paper and gave it to him and he put it in his pocket. "I know that I've told you several times how much I appreciate what you've done for me this week, but I'll tell you again. Andrew, you are the best boos that a girl could ever have, and thank you for all that you've done."

"It's my pleasure, what you've done for me since you came to work here deserves some sort of reward, consider it your reward for you devotion, and your help, I've come to rely heavily on you." He stood behind me with his hands on my shoulders and as I turned to tell him that he was welcome he kissed me again and this time I was certain that it wasn't a paternal kiss.

"Do you think that we should be doing this, what would Celia say if she knew what we've just done?"

"She need not know about it, it can be our secret."

"I guess so, but I don't want it to go any further, it's wrong for us to be even thinking about this."

"Do you think about this?"

The question caught me off guard and I answered without thinking. "Yes I do." I realised too late what it was that I had just admitted to. "I mean, I think about kissing a man, I dream of kissing a man."

"But not me, is that it?"

"No, I mean yes, I don't know what I mean." I was blushing furiously and trying to hide my face from him.

He took my chin in his hand and turned my face to him. "I think about it," He kissed me again, this time harder.

"Stop this, please, you're confusing me. I like you, I like you a lot, but I can't fall in love with you, I won't fall in love with you, it's not right. Please can we stop this so that I can finish here and go home to my parent's place for the last time."

"Very well, I'm sorry for confusing you like this."

Still in my confused state I went home to my father's cold shoulder and my mother's tears.

I woke early the next morning and called a cab. When it arrived I loaded my stuff in and was about to leave when Mother came out of the house. I stopped and waited for her to come to me. "Good-bye Ruthie, I'm sad to see you leave like this, without some form of reconciliation with your father, but I understand how you must feel, God knows I've had the same feelings myself but I haven't had the strength to make a break and leave him. Please take care of yourself, I know that I don't need to say that, but it makes me feel better just saying it." She kissed me and gave me a hug and turned to walk away. I stood and watched her as she walked slowly to the front door. It was then that I noticed the curtain of the living room window fall back into place.

The cab arrived at my new place and the truck was already there, someone must have got out of bed early. The door opened and I was expecting one of the delivery drivers to get out but instead Andrew jumped down from the cabin. "What are you doing here?"

"That's a nice greeting I must say, here I am, giving up my day of decadent idleness to help my favourite employee move house and she asks me what am I doing here."

"I was expecting one of the drivers."

"This is a cost saving measure I'll have you know. If I got one of the drivers to do this I'd have to pay him time and a half. By doing it myself, because I'm staff and not on wages, I come free of charge."

"I'm not complaining."

He came to me and kissed me and I still wasn't complaining. "Let's make a start, we'd better unload the cab or he'll charge a fortune." We grabbed my stuff from the cab and set it down on the pavement. Andrew stood guard over it while I opened up ,and each of us grabbing as much as we could carry, he followed me inside. I was thankful that I chose a ground floor unit, no stairs to climb. 

"This is nice, you've chosen well." He put his load down and looked around the room. "I approve, you'll be comfortable here and having parties before you know it."

"I think not, I won't be able to afford to throw parties for the time being, not that I want to, parties and I don't mix."

"They don't mix with the old Ruth, but I can see this becoming party central."

"Dream on, it'll never happen."

"And I was looking forward to an invite to your first party."

For the next hour we carried stuff in and set it up. My new queen sized bed had to be assembled and Andrew proved very capable in that area. When he had finished and we'd placed the mattress on it he picked me up and lowered me onto it. "How does that feel?"

"Much better than my old single bed at home, I can spread out."

"Or you could invite me in." He didn't give me a chance to respond, throwing himself onto the bed beside me, he kissed me, this time there was no doubting his passion. 

When I was able to free my lips from his I protested. "Stop that this minute. We shouldn't be doing this, what about your wife, what about Celia?"

"I'll let you in on a secret. Celia and I aren't married and do you know why?"

"No."

"Because we can't get married because she's my sister, that's why."

"What? How is it that I was told on my first day that she was your wife."

"We were new in this town and I found that we had both attracted attention from the locals, I had women accosting me in the street and Celia was getting phone calls from men wanting a date. So we spread the word that we were husband and wife and the harassment stopped. Everyone accepted it, we were living in the same house but what they didn't know was that we each had our own space in that house. Oh we ate together but that's where it ended. We agreed that if either of us found someone that we liked enough to contemplate marriage with, we'd explain the charade." He kissed me again. "Am I forgiven?"

"You're forgiven." I kissed him hungrily on the lips (thank you Mills and Boon). "Are you thirsty, I know I am. Would you like something to drink?" This was moving way too fast for me, I had to gather my thoughts. I jumped off the bed and almost ran to the kitchen to put the jug on and make us a cup of coffee (instant, but that can't be helped).

"Did I frighten you?" Andrew had come into the room and I noticed a bulge in his pants, (had I done that?)

"Yes, I've never been in this situation, I've never been intimate with a man in my life, I don't know what to do and it scares me."

He gathered me into his arms (and yes I could feel the lump in his pants) and hugged me to him "I'll slow down, I got too excited, forgive me, I didn't mean to frighten you. We'll take it slowly for now on, but let me tell you I'm thinking of telling Celia that it's about time to tell the world that we're not husband and wife."

"You might be ready for that step but I'm not. Don't get me wrong, I think that I'm in love with you, but my experience in this field is confined to romance novels, and I'm afraid that they're nothing like the real thing."

I had made him coffee many times at work so I didn't need to ask how he liked it. I poured water on the powder and stirred in his one spoon of sugar before pouring a little milk into the cup. He took a sip and put his cup down. "Ruth, I don't know whether you're going to church tomorrow but I won't be there, I have resigned as Treasurer. I couldn't face him knowing how badly he's treated you."

"I don't want you to give up church because of me."

"It's not just because of you, I've been thinking about this for some time. You see, I've found out certain things about him that have caused me to question my association with him."

"What sort of things?"

"I can't say any more at this time, let's just leave it at that."

Now I'm worried, what had my father done? Was it illegal, or immoral, did it involve him being unfaithful to my mother. What was it? I had to know more. "Tell me, was it something that could see him sent to prison? Was it something that would see him lose his ministry? Just how bad is it?"

"I can't tell you the details but it's nothing illegal. I shouldn't have mentioned it, but I had to explain to you that my leaving the church isn't your fault. I have lost my faith over something that he's done, it wasn't a big deal, but it just caused me to lose my faith."

"I can understand that, I'm questioning mine at the moment. I sort of expected someone who preached love as the core of his ideology should at least show love to his daughter. He hasn't"

We finished unpacking and putting everything away in cupboards and drawers and the fridge had been turned on. The last job was my bookshelf and contents. I had opened the box of books and was passing them to Andrew. "Don't you ever read anything other than these books?"

"No, I know they're silly mushy romantic rubbish, but I needed to escape from reality and they're about as far from reality as you can get. I thought that they'd tide me over until the real thing comes along."

"If you believe these you'll probably not recognise the real think when it does come along."

"Like you and me, is this the real thing?"

"I'd like to think so."

"Can you make do with that thought for a little while?"

"I guess that I'll have to, won't I?"

"If you have any feelings for me, then yes."

"My feelings for you have been strong for some time now, and that is why I wanted you to change your appearance. I Know that you'll think it selfish of me, but when we are ready to be recognised as something more than work colleagues, boss and employee, I wanted you to look like the woman that I would be proud to be seen in public with. Before you protest, I would have been proud to be with you the way that you were, but people would get the impression that I was taking advantage of your innocence and naivety, that I was some sort of Svengali, and I didn't want that."

"I realise that, I can imagine the whispers; and what does he see in that timid little mouse? Who does she think she is, she's way out of her depth with him. She must be good in bed if she can land someone like him. He can have any woman he wants, and he's with her. They will not stop until they get an answer and by changing my appearance you have saved me from such questions. Now it'll be that you're Professor Higgins and I'm Eliza Doolittle, the Cockney sparrow that he turned into a graceful swan, I can handle that."

"Do you see yourself as a swan?"

"But of course! Once I was the ugly duckling and now I'm a swan, and for that I can thank you."

"I never look ugly duckling, there has always been the swan in you, it was just hidden by those hideous clothes that you were forced to wear."

"And the hair, don't forget the hair."

"Yes, there was the hair, I have to admit that the hair did hide a lot of the real you."

The whole time that we had been talking we had been moving closer together, both physically and emotionally, and when he bent to kiss me I was more than ready to give in to him, his caresses. His lips on mine were soft and gentle, the tip of his tongue was barely felt as it pushed against my lips. My lips responded by parting to allow his tongue to enter and touch mine. Our mouths opened wider as my passion matched his and one hand that had held my face to his dropped to my breast and began to caress it. My voice struggled to say 'no' and gave up the struggle. The words of Mills and Boon were leaping off the page and telling me that this was the love that I had searched for and that it hadn't lied to me over my years of devoted reading.




Betrayed



I could feel his hand slip under my top and the warm smoothness of his fingers caressing me through the barrier of my bra. I was glad that I hadn't given in to the temptation of wearing one of my old, comfortable but ugly bras. My nipple pressed against the fabric and his finger passed over it, teasing it to hardness. I was whimpering something that I didn't understand, it was sort of like speaking in tongues of passion. Whether I made sense didn't matter, what mattered was whether I wanted this to go any further. "Yes please, please love me."

His hand slipped my bra up and over my breast allowing him direct contact with my nipple and I was caught up in this glorious moment. I could feel myself getting wet and was sure that the damp spot would be visible though the track pants that I wore. His lips engulfed my nipple and his tongue circled it, teased it. I was moaning now and in between the moans I begged him to love me. I felt his hand move from my breast to the tie on my pants. The knot gave way to his tug and his hand slipped under the waist band of my panties and over my pussy, his finger entered me and I sobbed out loud. "Oh God, please make love to me, please love me."

He moved from me and I experienced a moment of disappointment, until I felt him drag my pants and panties down in one fluid motion and his mouth cover my pussy. His tongue pushed against my lower lips and I allowed it to enter me. "Oh my God!" I cried. It occurred to me much later that this was hardly appropriate for a Christian girl, but at that moment I felt less than Christian, although this to me was heaven. He stood up and slipped out of his trousers and shorts. I caught a brief glimpse of his cock before he pushed its head against my pussy. My God that thing will never fit inside, me it was huge! I could feel the pressure of it as he pushed it slowly inside me until he reached the barrier of my hymen. 

He bent over me and kissed , "This will hurt a little." I felt the sharp pain as he tore through the membrane and his cock was now fully inside me. I clung to him as he began to move within me and my body began to respond to his, moving to his rhythm until he pulled out of me and I felt the warm cum spurting over my belly. When he had finished he bent down and picked me up as if I weighed little more than a feather and carried me to the bathroom where he stood me up and, wetting a washcloth he wiped me clean. I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him.

He picked me up again and this time carried me to my bed, our bed. I sat on the bed while he took what remained of my clothes from me and then undressed himself. We lay together and he kissed me. "I love you." He whispered to me.

"I love you too. Oh how I love you, I have looked forward to this moment for my whole life and now that it's come I have to say that it was worth the wait. My Darling Andrew, I couldn't imagine a better way to experience love than this."

"It wasn't bad for me either." He smiled at me. "Actually it was everything that I thought it would be."

"Will you stay with me tonight?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes," I whispered, "more than anything."

"Then I'll stay." He held me while I went to sleep and when I woke in the morning I was still in his arms. "Wake up sleepy head." He kissed me awake. "It's too late to go to church."

"But we weren't going to church." 

"We weren't were we, I wonder what we could do instead?" His hand was between my legs and a finger was inside my pussy, moving in and out of my pussy"

"I don't want your finger, I want this." I grabbed his already hard cock.

"Your wish is my command my lady." He moved between my legs and his cock entered me. Unlike last night there was no pain as he pushed inside me, just pleasure. I was beginning to like this. Again he pulled out and squirted his cum over my belly before lying beside me and fondling my breasts. "You have lovely breasts, do you know that?"

"I wouldn't know, I've never seen another woman's breasts so I have nothing to compare them with."

"Well at least I think that they are lovely, that's all that matters."

"While I have nothing to compare him to, I find your cock perfectly satisfactory." We carried on this light hearted banter until I had coaxed him into life again and we made love for the third time. If I wasn't in love with him I would have considered myself to be promiscuous, wanting to be made love to so many times.

Andrew had to go home after lunch. "At work we'll have to act as if this never happened, we don't want people talking about us." He kissed me good-bye and left to take the truck back.

I felt alone, but not lonely, sitting on the sofa where it all began I could still feel him inside me and his lips on mine. Love was everything that Mills and Boon had told me it would be.

It was hard at work keeping up the pretence that nothing had changed between us, except for those moments in his office where we could not be seen, but at night, when he came to my unit we were able to freely give and take of each other. I was on cloud nine and all thoughts of my past life and its endless stream of humiliating experiences had disappeared in the flood of emotions that had taken over my body. On Thursday night I asked Andrew whether he had told Celia about us. 

"Not yet, I think that we should wait a little longer before I do."

"But why, why do we have to wait? I want to be able to let the world know of the intense and undying love that I'm feeling for you right now, I want to be able to shout it from the rooftops, to tell the world how happy I am that I'm in love with you."

"I think we should wait just a little longer."

"I can't understand why, but if you say so I'll not force the issue."

"Thank you for being so understanding my darling. Just be patient for a little while longer and then we can tell everyone of our feelings and how great they are."

I don't know why I had this feeling of impending doom, it could have been that past history had told me that just when everything was great something would happen to ruin my whole life.

I had to go down to the stores area to question an invoice that didn't seem to be right. Rob was sitting behind a desk checking paperwork when I walked in. "Wow, have you got more furniture stacked away in the corner that I don't know about?"

"No, nothing like that this time, I just need a confirmation on this invoice, something doesn't seem right about it."

"Let me look at it." I handed it to him and he scrolled down the records on his computer. "Ah, here it is. Yes, you're right, it's a typo by the looks of it, if you'll leave it with me I'll follow up on it with the supplier and get it amended. By the way, you seem to be in pretty tight with the boss these days, is something going on there?"

"No! There's nothing going on."

"That's good because I'd hate to see you get hurt."

"What do you mean?" I was curious and behind my curiosity I was scared.

"Do you have a DVD player at home?"

"Yes."

He reached into a drawer and took out a DVD case. It didn't have a label in the case so it must be one that had been burnt from a Website or something.

"What's on it, is it a music video that you've downloaded?"

"You'll see. There's a slip of paper in there, if you need to talk to someone about it, I'll be only too happy to help out, it's my home number."

Now I was really worried, why would I want to talk to him, what could be on this DVD? I just had to see it and I found it hard to concentrate, it was almost as if it was burning a hole in my bag.

When I got home I took the DVD out of its case. There was writing on the slip of paper so I picked it up, what I read did nothing to calm my fears.' Old Dude Fucks MILF While Husband Watches.' Underneath was written; In case you don't know, MILF means Moms I'd Love to Fuck. I placed the DVD in my player and turned it on. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.

There was a couple making love, she was kneeling on the bed while he was behind her, pushing his cock into her. She was moaning and pushing back against his thrusts. The camera tracked around so that I could see her face. My God it was Celia and she looked as if she was really enjoying the treatment that she was getting from her lover. The focus pulled back revealing the face of the man who was fucking her. I couldn't believe my eyes, for there in all of his hypocritical glory was my father. This shocked me to the core and I didn't think that it could get any worse until I saw the man, who was supposed to be her husband, stroking his cock. My God it was Andrew! I ran to the bathroom and threw up into the toilet. I was sicker than I'd ever been, I was disgusted.

When I had calmed down from my shock that old feeling of total humiliation took hold of my heart all over again. There was a knock on the door. I was expecting Andrew but wondered if I should pretend that I wasn't home. Then a new feeling came over me, anger. I opened the door but turned my face from him when he tried to kiss me.

"What's the matter Darling?"

"Don't you Darling me. How could you do this to me?"

"Do what?"

I pointed to the TV. How could you do something this disgusting and, according to the title of that disgusting thing she, Celia, is your wife. Now, apart from this video, have you been lying to me and is Celia your wife or is she your sister?"

"Where did this come from?"

"A friend, it seems a friend of his was trolling through one of those Porn Websites and saw this. He recognised the woman and her 'husband' and passed it on to my friend who works for you, he passed it on to me. How could you do this? How could you do this to the woman that you are supposed to be in love with, the woman who, up until now, has loved you so much that it hurts? How could you?" I burst into tears and ran for my bedroom and the safety of my bed. I heard the door open. "Get out! Get out of this room and get out of my life!" Andrew closed the door and left.

I am so ashamed. To have been humiliated like this is just too much to bear. I sat on my bed and, between sobs and through a veil of tears, I looked at the shelves of Mills and Boon novels and cursed at them for betraying me. Their idealized romance culminating in a lifetime of true happiness turned out to be lies. Real life romance was nothing like the expectation that M & B had prepared for me, it was hurtful, humiliating and degrading. I will never be able to face the world again.

But then my newfound self confidence took control of my life. I wasn't going to let the humiliation get the better of me this time. I went back into the living room and picked up the piece of paper. I needed an ally for what I was going to do so I rang Rob. While I waited for him to get here I went over the plan that was forming in my brain, a plan that would get me the revenge over those people who had humiliated me.

There was a knock on the door, and I let Rob in. "So, what do you think?"

"Do you know who the old dude is?"

"No, should I?"

"That old dude is my hypocritical Christian Pastor of a father."

"Fuck. Sorry about that. Wow, if I'd known that I'd have. . . I don't know what I'd have done. Look Ruth I didn't mean to cause so many problems for you, I just didn't want you to be hurt by Andrew fucking Hudson."

"I'm not hurt by this." I caught the surprised look on his face. "I was but I'm past that, I'm now more angry than I've ever been, and my anger is so strong that I've decided to do something to hurt those people. Normally I would have spent the next couple of days wallowing in self pity and going through multiple boxes of tissues, but this is a time for action and my revenge requires some help from others." I outlined my plans and as I spoke his expression went through difference phases from concern to amazement to pride.

"Okay, I have a friend who can do what you want with the video playback, we just need access to the control suite. You do realise that this might cause a riot, don't you?"

"I don't care, he's going to get what's coming to him and I'm going to have the time of my life doing it."

Sunday morning and I wasn't in the body of the church where I would normally have been, I was in the video control booth along with Rob and his friend. I had convinced the guy in charge that we had a special video for my father's birthday so he let us in. I locked the door behind him, after all I didn't want him getting back in until after it had started.

We waited for my father to start his talk. A couple of minutes into it we swapped the playback, that had his image on the big screens, for our video. It had been cued for that bit where the focus pulled back to reveal the face of the old dude, and the voice of Celia came out loud and clear; 'That's it big boy, give it to me, fuck me, fuck me hard, harder, harder, come on, come on, I'm close, I'm coming, I'm coming, yes, yes, yes, oh God yes!"

There was banging on the door but we weren't there anymore, as soon as the video started we slipped out, locking the door behind us. We could hear the uproar as we walked across the car park.

I was no longer the nerdy little mouse, I was the confident young woman Andrew made me, and I was ready to take on the world.



Betrayed?



My name is Brad, I am 24 years old, I have a good job at the Chevy dealership; Sherry is my girlfriend. She's 22. She works at the dealership as a receptionist, we've been going together for about two years, and we are planning on getting married in June. It's the 20 of May, a day I will never forget. Some of the girls were throwing a bridal shower for Sherry. We are planning on buying a house, as soon as we get back from our honeymoon in the Bahamas. We haven't gone all the way. We were saving ourselves for our honeymoon to have something special between us, like our grandparents who have been married for over sixty years, something that we wanted.

I was across the street form Sherry's house at about eleven PM, waiting for her to come home from her shower, when Tank drove up in his pickup he was the big football jock on campus and has screwed about half of the girls there.

Sherry climbed out of his pickup she was a mess; he's through her panties at her and said, "I'll see you tomorrow," and sped off.

She didn't see me and started for her house. I couldn't see too well it was dark and my eyes were full of tears. After all our waiting and making plans, she let me down. I don't know how she could have done it, a couple of minutes later my phone rang it was Sherry, but I didn't answer. She kept calling me about every five minutes, but there was no way I was going to talk to her, about then my mom started calling, but I didn't answer. I felt like I'd just been run over by a Mack truck and it hurt bad. All I could think of was I had to get away for a while and think, I loaded up all my camping gear most of my outdoor clothing, extra blankets whatever else I thought of at the time, and took off down the road.

I have a three-year old Silverado three-quarter ton four-wheel drive with a Durmax and six-speed Allison. A week and a half later I was in some remote village in the middle of nowhere in Alaska. Most of the people that came to the village were people that live somewhere out in the wilderness. A dirt road led out of town that I followed for about twenty miles until it ran out. I found a small clearing by a stream, and decided to set up camp. I camped out for about a week and decided I had nothing back home for me. Going down to the village, I contacted a real estate agent and ask about the land he said, the land up there was divided into eighty-acre partials. The parcel where I was, was parcel 110, so I bought the eighty acres for $50 an acre. In the city, I bought some lumber and plywood, a generator and a coupled power saws and some hand tools and a chainsaw with about fifty gallons of extra gas and started building a small cabin about 20 x20. Ted my neighbor who became a good friend lived 3 miles down the road and help, usually rode into town with me on trips for supplies, installation, food and a wood stove for heating and cooking a couple of chairs and other furniture that I needed for the cabin. I build three sheds one to put the pickup under, one for not too far from the house for the firewood, one for tools and a meat locker on fifteen foot stilts. The cabin was airtight and insulated very well, with two thermal pane windows. The roof had a 6-10 pitch and I covered it with metal roofing. The cabin was just one large room, in the back of it; I build a loft which extended out about 8 feet, which gave me about 6-foot clearance in the peak, which is where I put my bed.

As winter started to approach I had no idea what I was in for. I talk to my neighbor Ted to let me in on some of the ins and outs of the winter, and we visited each other's maybe once a week. Another family lived down the road about six miles. They were the Hammons, Bill and Sarah they had four children. I usually talk to them on trips to town. During the winters, Ted trapped and said I should do the same. He told me what I would need, and I pick them up on an earlier trip to town.

Now that winter had set in, I didn't realize how nasty it could be the night were dropping down to thirty below. There was no going to town, unless I snowshoe it and that was out of the question. Being snowed in all winners was new and something I haven't counted on. I made a couple of trips with Ted on his trap line and learned what to do, later I started one of my own. I learned a lot that winter, learned to do things that I never thought I would have to do. One thing that was different was not being like able to run down to the market or store to buy things when you needed them; I learned to be very self-reliant, not depending on anyone or needing her anymore. It was hard to get Sherry out of my mind, and maybe I never will. However, trying to survive the winter assume most of my time it was a real learning experience.

One thing I learned especially in the little house out back was you don't touch anything solid or smooth with bare skin when it's cold are you might be "stuck" there for a while.

Somehow I made it through the winter, and spring was coming; things begin to get easier. As the snow melted down, I could go to town when I wanted to. I put in a more supplies and food that I needed and few more things around the cabin. I did pretty well with my furs and some gold I panned from the stream. I did a lot more work on the cabin, fixing it up to be more suitable for the cold weather.

Fall was coming on it wouldn't be long before the snow returned. I smoked about 300 pounds of sockeye. And now that it was freezing at night. I shot a young moose and put about 500 pounds of meat in the locker and made about 100 pounds of smoked jerky.

My conscience got the better of me, and I knew my parents were really worried, not hearing from me for over a year. They still didn't know where I was, so I wrote a letter to them.

Dear mom and dad, 

Sorry I haven't been in touch. I know you've been worried about me, but I am okay. The night of the shower I was waiting for Sherry when she got out of Tank's truck.

And he said, "I'll see you tomorrow," and through some of her clothing at her.

She ripped my heart out. I don't know how she could have done it to me with all that we had planned. Anyway, don't worry about me; I'm fine and getting by very well. I'm learned to be by myself, that way nobody will hurt me again. Anyway, don't worry like I said I'm ok. Take care of yourself. I promise I will write more.

Always Brad

Today I mailed the letter probably the last trip to the village this winter; I know it wouldn't be long before I was snowed in again. Eight days later it started to snow.

I worked hard that day, cutting and splitting firewood and went to bed around eight o'clock. The next morning I headed for the outhouse, and on the way back I saw a pickup parked in my driveway and said,

"What the heck."

The windows were all steamed over and frozen on the inside from the condensation of somebody being in their overnight. It was still snowing and had about 2 feet of snow on the ground. It took some effort to wage through the snow to get to the pickup. I knocked on the window waited a little and knocked again. I saw someone steering inside finally getting up off the seat. Sherry opened the door and set there looking at me and all I could see was mad, in her blue eyes. 

She climbed out and stood there looking at me, suddenly she swung and hit me in the nose and mouth with everything she had," Damn you."

I still didn't say anything just looked at her with blood running out of my nose and a cut lip. She was shivering really bad from the cold and was not properly dressed for the winter. I told her to come in and get warm; I put some more wood in the stove and gave her a blanket. We didn't say anything, we just stood there looking at each other for about fifteen minutes. I was thinking, gees, she's beautiful; I love her, no, I hate her, after seeing her, I don't know what I meant.

I finally asked her, "What are you doing here," and she slapped me this time.

I told her to sit down I guessed we need to talk; we sat across from each other. It took a while to get the conversation going. We both have a lot of pent-up emotions, finally she said, "You go first."

"I was sitting across the street when you came home and got out of Tank's truck, all messed up," and he said, "I'll see you tomorrow." 

And I thought, "Is a shower like a bachelor's party, where they try to line the groom up with a hooker for one last fling."

If looks could have killed I would've been dead.

"You asshole. Why didn't you answer your phone, I needed you? I had a flat tire, and I left my phone at home; Tank came by and offered me a ride. I thought it would be all right I was only a mile away. Two blocks down the street he stopped and tried to rape me, he tore my clothes and beat me really bad. The only thing I could do was grab his nuts and twist, I hope I put him in more pain, than he put me in."

When I got out of this truck he said, "If you tell anyone, I'll get you tomorrow."

" I kept calling you; I needed you and needed your help. I finally got a hold of your mother, and she took me to the hospital. Tank was arrested for attempted rape, assault and battery and received 10 years."

I should have known better for not trusting her. By this time, I was breaking down pretty bad and ran outside. The wind was bitter cold, and the tears froze on my face, I couldn't hold them back. I was not dressed for being outside, but I didn't care. I just sat down in a snow bank and kept thinking boy, I sure made a mess out of our lives.

I guess I sat there for fifteen minutes, and finally, the door open. Sherry wanted to know what I was doing, I was wet and cold, shaking really bad. This time she put the wood in the stove. I strip down to my long johns wrapped up in a blanket and put my clothes behind the stove to dry.

I looked at Sherry, she had been crying too; her eyes were red and puffy.

I asked her, "How did you find me."

She pulled the letter out of her purse that I sent to mom and dad and showed me the postmark. She said the people down at the store told her where I was. I asked her why she hadn't come in last night. She told me it was dark, and she couldn't see the road anymore and she didn't see my cabin. I remember I went to bed early.

We sat and look at each other again trying to figure out what each other thoughts were.

I finally asked, "What are your intentions." 

She said, "I don't know, but I just had to come and find out and punching you made me feel better."

I felt my cut lip and said," I'm glad you did; I mean being here. Do you think we can work things out."

"I don't know. It would take some time you left when I need you, and I didn't know why you were not there I can see now how you misunderstood, but it still wasn't right. You should have asked me, how do you think I felt with you weren't there, and I didn't know why?"

All I could say is, "I'm sorry; I'm sorry."

I came around the table, and she came into my arms, and we held each other for a long time.

We finally sat down and I said, "Where do we go from here." 

I made this some pancakes and eggs, and we talked for about five more hours.

She said, "I had better be going I need to be back home by Monday."

I told her,"I don't think so." I saw her tense up.

"Are you going to try to hold me here?"

"You know I wouldn't do that, even though I'd sure like to, look outside."

It had been snowing all day and there was now about 3 feet of snow outside. "We are snowed in." 

She said, "We can't be, my parents and my job are expecting me. I told them, I would be back in a week when I talked to them yesterday."

She put her coat and started for her truck. After about ten feet she turned back.

This time there was a little fear in her eyes she said, "I can't stay I have to go."

I told her to sit down, and we'll talk about it when I come back from clearing the trail to the toilet. She'd been crying again. She said she needed to clean up looking around the cabin and give me that look like where. I took the bucket off the stove went over to the stand and poured some water in a bowl. I handed her a wash cloth and went outside and scooped up another bucket full of snow and set it on the stove. She mumbled a little about this would take some getting used to.

While she was cleaning up, I mixed up a batch of cornbread and put it in the oven and went outside, climbed up to the meat locker, selected two T-bones about two inches thick. Grab the frying pan off the nail put some butter in it dropped in the T-bones with salt and a little garlic. I'll lit two lamps and opened a can of green beans. The steaks finished about the same time as the cornbread.

She got into her steak, and said, "I don't remember you cooking."

I told her self-survival, I had a lot of practice.

After dinner, she said she had to go. I lit two lanterns as she was putting her jacket on, I picked up mine.

She asks, "Your not going with me are you."

I handed her one of the lanterns and picked up my shotgun, "Only outside the Bears are not in full hibernation yet." That got a worried look out of her.

We sat around and talked for another two hours. The tension between us was now almost gone, and our conversations flowed fairly well. Sherry look really tired seeing she had a rough night before.

I told Sherry, "It was about my bedtime. I'm not used to staying up late."

As she gave a very questionable look. I told her I would sleep here in my chair; I do most of the time because I have to put wood in the stove every couple of hours, I didn't really most of the time I just let the fire go out; I have heavy quilts on the bed. I swung the ladder down so she could get up to the loft. I let one of the lamps mounted on the wall and turned it down low and blew out the other two lamps. I kissed her tenderly on the cheek, my lip still hurt. I put some more wood in the stove, grabbed a quilt and sat down in my chair. Watching her climb the ladder, that independent feeling of not needing anyone begin to slip away.

I was up early and cleaned up and thought Sherry would have to clean up. I hung a sheet in front of the wash stand and laid out a washcloth and towel. I brought in a sirloin steak laid it on the stove to thrall out, and then I sliced it into 1/4 of inch thick strips like bacon.

I call Sherry, "Breakfast is almost ready."

She answered me back and said, "Do I have to its warm and comfortable here."

I answered "Only if you want to eat."

That did it, she was on her way down, her hair and her clothes was a mess, but she was beautiful. She asked if I needed my shotgun this morning. I told her I didn't think so but would be out there in the yard; while she was busy, I went to her truck and got her suitcase. While she was cleaning up, I finished breakfast, steak and eggs, homemade bread with jelly.

After I cleaned up the breakfast mess, we sat around and talked some more,

I asked, "How did you sleep."

She said, "Like a log, I never heard anything." 

"That's because it's very quiet here."

I asked if she'd been dating anyone, but the look she gave me, that a question I should not have asked.

She asked, "And you." "Not after," I trailed off there and said, "No, there's been no one."

Sherry said again, she had to be getting back and wondered what she could do about it. About that time, we heard a motor coming up the road. It was Bill and Sarah on their snowmobile. They had seen the strange pickup to go by the house and wondered who'd it was, and if they were in trouble. The girls hit it off right away, and I think Sarah was really pleased to talk to another female something she does not get to do very often. Bill said he would be happy to take her down to the village. A bus comes through about three o'clock every day, and he had to go to the village on Wednesday. I could see Sherry wasn't so worried now, and I invited Bill and Sarah for lunch.

Bill told me that after a snowmobile pack, the snow down and when it freezes you could drive a pickup on it, making it somewhat of an ice road. After lunch, we talked for about another hour, made arrangements with Bill to pick up Sherry on Wednesday morning. Sarah said they had better be going. They did not want to leave the kids alone for too long.

Sherry was happy about being able to go home. The rest of the evening, we set and talk about us; all we came up with it would take some time. Then I messed up I did a good job of it. For now all we came up with that I would come down as soon as I could, and we would continue to work on it.

On Tuesday, I took Sherry for a hike on snow shoes, about a mile up the canyon from where I live, the water comes cascading down off the mountain and at this time, it was all frozen and very pretty. Sherry was impressed with the beauty of the country; at least, it was a start.

Wednesday morning we had a late breakfast; Sherry slept in again I think she likes the quiet. About 10:30 we heard Bill coming up the trail. We looked at each other again. I slipped my arms around her and gave her a very light kiss. I carried her things out to the snowmobile. She climbed on, and Bill took off; she turned and waved. I don't know how that Mack Truck made it up here, but it ran over me once more.

For the next two weeks, I just moped around the place and didn't get much done. All I can think of now, was Sherry. The next day, I hiked down the road, talked to Tom for a while, then on down to Bills. I talked to Bill and Sarah for about an hour telling them I was going to go back and try to work it out with Sherry. The road to the village from Bill's place was drivable with four-wheel drive; Bill said he would run the snowmobile up to my place a couple of times. I gave them a quarter of the moose, and they promise to watch my place. Bill said he had a tow bar, and if I get both trucks to his place; I could hook her to mine and tow it back. Tom helped me shovel out a path for the trucks and drove Sherry's to Bills. Back at the cabin he helped me load what I was taking, including 100 hounds of smoked salmon and 25 pounds of jerky. We closed the shutters on the windows and slip the barn door across the doorway and locked everything down. I gave him the front shoulder off the moose and told him to help himself to whatever else he needed.

Six days later I was back home and received a good lecturing from both families. My folks Ryan and Mackenzie really read me the riot act my grandfather died a couple of months after I had left, and I am going to miss him; grandma had died the year before. He left his entire estate to me; dad had boxed up what he thought I would want and rented the house out. He wanted to know if I wanted to move into it. I told him, not right now I needed to think about things for a while. Over at Sherry's house when I took her pickup home; Taylor and Allison gave me a good lecturing about how I hurt their little girl. I drove Sherry's pickup to the dealership came in the back gate and talk to my old boss for a while. There were no jobs available right now; things are pretty tight and the economy is not good, and the business was slow.

It was time for Sherry to get off work. I drove around to the front of the dealership. When she came out she was looking for her mother and did not even recognize her own truck. I had to honk to get her attention.

She slid it on the passenger side gave me a pretty smile and said. "I didn't think you would be down this quick."

I told her. "I had to; I needed to know where our relationship was going." I did hold her hand on the way back to town.

My parents through a return party on the weekend, both families and friends were invited; it lasted about three hours, mostly consisting of a few hors d'oeuvres and a lot of questions and answers. I showed the pictures I had. I put out about 20 pounds of smoked salmon, and 10 pounds of jerky it was all gone when the party was over.




Betrayed?



The next month went by fairly smoothly and very quickly. I "dated" Sherry almost every night, and we took a few drives on the weekends. Once we went to a nice restaurant, I needed to excuse myself for a few minutes when I came back one of the guys I knew from the shop was talking to Sherry, I could tell, by the way, he was talking, he was trying to come on to her; I didn't want to make a scene. Even though there was a spark of jealousy as I walked up, slapped him on the back said hi and grabbed his hand to shake it. I put a very good grip on it, looked him in the eyes and asking how you have been I still hadn't turned those of his hand, since I'd worked in the shop, I lost twenty pounds and with all the hard work I was in pretty good condition. He got the message and said he had to go. Our good night kisses were starting to get a little passionate now. Sunday Sherry was busy in the morning, so I went down in the basement and was going to my grandfather stuff that my dad had packed. One box had his old 45 records and stereo set in it; this was the out of the 50s. I play the records for about two hours. There was one that got my attention. I played it three or four times. It was by Gogi Grant, The Wayward Wind.

And the wayward wind is a restless wind.

For some reason, that song just kind of got under my skin it's something that I can't explain.

Sherry had been setting on the stairs for about fifteen minutes. Just watching and listening. She finally came in and asked me what I was doing. Just going through grandpas stuff and listen to some old records. I played a few other ones for her, Love Letters in the Sand by Pat Boone, Tammy by Debbie Reynolds, My Happiness by Connie Francis, 26 miles by The Four Preps, and two I Remember grandma singing while she worked around the house I Will Follow Him by Peggy March, To Know Him Is To Love Him by the Teddy Bears.

The next two month went by fairly quickly. Our dating starting to get a little more serious and I thought maybe we had a chance to work it out.

Saturday afternoon was potluck dinner for the two families at our house. I was still in my room; it's in the back of the house, and I didn't see them drive up. I was staring out the window at the mountains and was playing the Wayward Wind. I didn't hear Sherry come in, until she slipped her arms around me. I turned around, and we kissed.

She looked me in the eyes and said, 'You want to go back don't you."

I said, "Yes."

"What about us."

"I'll be here as long as there's a chance we can work it out. If you want me, I won't go back." 

For the next mouth, our dating was a lot more serious. I had been shopping and when I came home Sherry's truck was in the yard.

I asked mom where was she, Mom said, "She in your room."

As I entered the room, Sherry was looking out the window at the mountains. I came in and slip my arms around her, made my way through her long chestnut hair and kissed her neck. She turned around and gave me the most passionate kiss I've had since I have been back. I looked deep into those blue eyes; there was a little sparkle there that I hadn't seen in a very long time. She turned around and hit the start button on the record player, at that time; the sunlight sparkling off of her finger. She was wearing her engagement ring again.

I grabbed her and kissed her with everything I had. "Do you mean it?"

At that time, the record started to play. It was Peggy March's hit song.

I will follow Him. Follow Him wherever he will go.

I was still holding her when she whispered, "Not so tight."

I guess I got carried away and was holding her way to tight. The kisses became very serious, I've forgotten almost, how it felt too explore with my tongue, and she explored back.

"You just made me the happiest person on earth." 

We began to talk in earnest about our wedding, would she come back to Alaska or were we going to stay here. We had a lot to talk about the next week. We talked and planned, one thing that change was her job in two months they said they would be letting her go because the government said they were closing the dealership.

The next few days we talked a good deal more, and there was a lot of planning for a wedding, it would be on Thanksgiving Day because we had a lot to be thankful for. I talked to her into spending our honeymoon at the cabin, and she would try it for three months to see if she could adjust to that type of life. And if she could not, we would come back and live in grandfather's house.

I remember her mumbling a little about this would take some getting used to when she went to the outhouse. Being a person that hadn't camped much I thought this might be too much for her. So I figured the only way she would stay there, I would have to stack the deck without her knowing it. I spent the next day on the Internet and the telephone to Alaska looking for different businesses. I found one, and they said they could do the job in one week. The other three said it would take them a day or two each, I told them I would contact them, as soon as I arrived back in Alaska. The next day I sat at my desk drawing up plans for the cabin and making a detailed material list of things that I would need. I bought a 20 foot enclosed utility trailer. By the end of the week, it was packed full. That night I took Sheri to another nice restaurant, and we had a very good evening. I told her I was going back to Alaska to straighten up a few things and be back as soon as I could. 

She really wanted to know what I was going to do. I told her it was going to be her wedding present, and no matter what the call was staying there, are coming back here; the call was hers and hers alone. I took her back to her house, and the kissing was getting pretty serious. I started to let my hands roam a little, she told me no but she made no attempt to stop me. I finally said you have to work tomorrow, and I'll be on the road, so you better go I walked her up to the door and said good night again and I'll see you before work in the morning.

The next morning I was at her place for breakfast, we said our good-byes, and she started to work. I told her to call me on breaks and lunch and when she got off of work. I kissed her and waved. I jumped in my truck and headed down to the dealer who was installing my snowplow. When I was done I went back home, called dad gave mom a hug and told her good-bye. I hooked up my utility trailer and hit the road, Four and a half days of hard-driving, and I was back home.

I contacted the Jones brothers when I hit the city and made arrangements with them to start tomorrow. I dropped my trailer at the market in the village, lowered my snowplow and headed for home straightening up the road the best I could. I stopped at Bill, and he rode up with me to my place; Tom was not home, probably on his trap line. We open the cabin and started a fire; Bill and Tom had been taking very good care of the place. I push the snow out of the way to clear the areas I wanted to work in, Bill said he and Sarah were coming up to help me. On the way back down to the village, Tom was home he said he would be glad to help; he rode back to the village with me to get the trailer. He needed a couple of supplies. I made it back up to the house with the trailer, which helped pack the road down which would be better for tomorrow, when the heavy equipment came in. Bill, Sarah and Tom were at the cabin at eight o'clock ready to go. By 10 o'clock, we had the trailer unloaded and the heavy equipment came rolling in. I showed the foreman the setup, and they set up their equipment, and started to work. The Jones brothers were done in five days and with the help of my friends, we finish the cabin in 21 days. I said there was no way I could repay them, and they said, consider it a wedding present. I locked the place up and started to get my bride. Tom went with me to the airport. I bought a round trip and a one-way ticket from home two here. The flight to hear would be at 2 AM in the morning on November 25 the flight would arrive around 7:30 in the morning. Tom had all this information and would meet us here at 7:30 on the 25th. I gave him the keys to my pickup and said to take care of it.

I called Sheri, when the plane landed she was waiting for me on the ramp as I exited the terminal. With the hello kiss, I received I should have come back earlier. The next few days, we were busy with planning the wedding, our trip. We went shopping for a new wardrobe she would need in Alaska. All the things that Sherry was taking, we boxed and shipped express UPS to the post office at the village. We picked up our marriage license and made arrangements with the preacher and send out the invitations. The wedding would be at six o'clock, on Thanksgiving Day with a buffet reception afterwards, and we would leave for the airport a little after 11:00. 

I was up early after a restless night; anyway this was it our wedding day, a day a few months back I never thought would exist. Most of the day was spent decorating the family room and setting up for the buffet. By five o'clock, some of the people were starting to come in and I had gone to my room to put my suit on. I had to laugh a little; the pants were too large the twenty pounds made a big difference. Well, this was it; everyone was in place, and it was six o'clock. The music started, and I turned to look at my bride coming in and how beautiful she was and how close I had come to not ever having this moment. All kinds of thoughts were going through my mind when I heard you may kiss the bride, and that I did, by 10:00 most of the people and gone home. Sherry and her parents went home so she could change. I changed and grabbed my bag; dad was taking his old Buick it seated six real comfortably. We picked up Sherry and her parents; she was wearing her flannel shirt, jeans and a heavy pair of boots carrying her jacket, and her dad had her suitcase. At the airport we said our goodbyes and hugs and started to security. Luckily that night no one was in the mood to pat us down and we boarded the plane.

Sherry slept most of the way, and I might have drifted off a little. The plane landed right on time, and Tom was waiting for us. We picked up the UPS shipment at the post office and headed up the old road. We stopped at Bill's and Sarah's for about fifteen minutes and then dropped Tom off at his place. A new snow had covered all the work area and from this side, you could not see any of the work that had been done. As we walked up to the door,

Sherry looked at the outhouse which had snow piled up in front of the door.

"You're going to have to clear that soon." 

I unlatch the front door picked up Sherry, kiss her and carried her across the threshold. It was dark inside; the shutters were still closed. It was warm inside; Bill and Sarah probably had come up and started a fire in the stove.

She said, "You better light a lamp."

I said,"Okay," turning back to the door and flipped the light switch. 

I should have had my camera ready. You should have seen the look on her face as she turned to the back of the cabin and seen the new refrigerator, sink, and cupboards, gas cook stove, microwave and washer-dryer combination; I received a very special kiss. Then she whispered you better go clean the trail to the little house. With that I pointed to the new door that she had missed on the south side of the cabin. She opened the door; straight in there was a vanity and to the left were a shower and a toilet, which she used when she opened the door and turn the water on in the vanity, and said that water's is cold. I told her to turn the hot-water knob on, the on-demand water heater behind her fired up, and she had hot water. I then show her the other door, behind it covering the whole back wall was all the controls for the solar electric and wind turbine system and a pressure tank and controls for the well. A sealed box that was vented to the outside had ten Rolls deep cycle batteries in it. I told her she was the only person out here in this neck of the woods that had this type of system. 

She smiled and asked if I was trying to bribe her. I said, "Absolutely." 

With a couple, more kisses at that time, Sherry's mother said. "Careful you two were watching." 

Boy did Sherry's jump behind her on the computer screen was the smiling faces of her parents.

I said, "Satellite Internet."

After she had talks for a few minutes, I closed the computer. When turned on the MP3 player and turned it down low. It started with the wayward wind. I told her I had recorded all of grandpas' records.

"No more talk," and started to unbutton her shirt. I wanted to rip off everything and go for it. Then I had to force myself to go slowly and savor every moment. After we had undressed each other I just wanted to hold her and run my hand over her skin. Her nipples were burning to my chest, and I'm fairly sure sparks flew when we kissed, from there we went to the bathroom and turned on the shower, we very slowly washed each other; she went down on me until I came, which was not long, too much excitement and anticipation. We dried each other. I loaded the stove and turn the vent down. Looking at Sherry climbing the ladder it was pure poetry in motion.

We lay down and started snuggling and running our hands over each other. We kissed for a long time. Next I started kissing and running my tongue on her body made it down to her breasts and played with her nipples for a while, then worked my way on down to her clit and her vagina for a while and then back to her clit. She let out a low moan pulled my face in tight I was having trouble breathing, but still suck her clit and worked it with my tongue until she came. I had her juice all over my face and came back up to kissed her; she kissed it all away. She whispered, do it now I want it. I took my time and went very slowly. She was wet, but very tight. Once I was all the way in I stopping just laid there, and we kissed very passionately. She flexed her muscle, and I started working in and out very slowly soon we were really going after it. After about ten minutes she threw her legs around me and dug her fingers into my back. I hadn't cum yet, and after she calmed down. I started working again for another ten minutes, I felt her starting to build up once more, and as she started to climax, I pumped in all I had. I don't know how long we lay there, but it was quite a while. I rolled over on my back while we were still locked together. I was soft, but I hadn't slipped out yet. We lay that way for long time with her head on my shoulder, and my arms locked around her. She started flexing her muscles once again. It felt like she was trying to pull me in deeper, and I started to get hard again. This time she was in control, and we went at it for about another fifteen minutes as she started to cum she came down on me hard and I pump my seeds very deep into her. When we woke up she was still laying on top of me. It must've been hours, because the fire was going out and the cabin was getting cold. We were one sticky mess with dry cum and pussy juice all over the place.

We stripped the bed; I went down and built the fire back up, and she put the sheets in the washer and we showered, had some breakfast climbed back into bed. This was our routine for the next three days; I didn't think I was capable of five or six times a day, but every time I kissed her or rand my hands over her body, I was ready to go. For the next 2 1/2 months, we made love every morning and evening, and sometimes a little more. Thinking about it now and how happy we are and how close this was to almost not happen.

During those 2 1/2 months, I worked the trap Line. Sarah came up a couple times a week to visit and took Sherry down to her place a couple of times. The three-month marker was coming up within a week, and Sherry had made no indication of which way she was going to go. I had a hunch; she was doing this on purpose to get even with me. The next week was really great in bed and on the morning of 24 of February, it had been three months since we were married. Sherry still hadn't said anything about which way she would go. I woke up and was laying there looking at her; she was lying on her back, and I could tell she was still asleep. Her chestnut hair was spread out all over the pillow. A little later I knew she was not asleep, by the way; she was breathing and her nipples were starting to get hard but she had not moved. I know she knew she was bugging me; I ran my fingers through her hair and brushed her cheek with my hand. She opened her eyes, put her arms over her head arched her back and yawned.

I kissed her nipples and with that I started tickling her and said, "Well."

"What you mean well."

Back at her, I said, "You know exactly what I mean, what's the "Call" going to be?" 

Back home," My heart sunk, "We can go to the store and buy anything we want, get up at six every morning and trudge off to work, set in traffic jams on the freeway, watch television about the drive-bys shootings and murders, rapes, and how bad the schools are, and then with all the city noises, trucks, motorcycles, ambulance, at all hours of the day and night, and all the drugs, now tell me do you want to raise our kids in that kind of mess." 

I grabbed her and rolled her over on top of me and just held her. Two hours later when we were done, we cleaned up and really started to make plans about our future. Sherry asked if we could build a bedroom on the side of the cabin, when we started the family, it would be easier than going up and down the ladder to the loft. I told her we would build it this summer; it would be ready to go for the winner.

Sarah came up a couple days later and took Sherry down her house I guess for some girl talk. I called dad and told him I wanted to sell grandpa's house we would be staying here. Dad calls me back two days later and said the people that were living there would like to buy it.

When we were in town, we stopped by a builder who builds SIP Panel Homes and ordered a small two-story five-bedroom house with three baths; four was the number of kids that Sherry wanted. We hired a contractor with a good reputation to oversee the building.

Work started on our home the first of June, after the foundation was completed, the crew and the Crane put the floor down in one day; the house was trucked in was on three semi trucks, and they put it up in two days. A new septic and system solar system was put in for the house, and 23 days later it was completed. We purchased another three partials, giving us a total of 320 acres, plenty of growing room.

The first week of July was exceedingly warm; we packed a picnic lunch and hiked up to where the water came cascading down off the mountain, and we found a nice grassy place and laid out a blanket. It wasn't long before we were undressing each other and were making love, I thought as long as I lived there would be no way that I would get enough of this woman. After lunch we made love again, cleaned up in the stream and started home. I told her in two weeks the blueberries would be ripe, and we should come back and pick some. 

Two weeks later was another nice warm day, and Sherry said, "Let's go pick some blueberries."

She sat down and started to put her boots on, we still hadn't dressed. She looked at me with a wicked little smile and said get your boots on. With that she put her shorts and T-shirt in her little day pack.

I said, "I guess we're going on a nude hike," 

"Don't you want to?" 

I threw my clothes in my pack, along with our lunch, "Let's go."

I put a gallon bucket in my pack, picked up my shotgun, I looked at her and said bears like blueberries to, hand-in-hand, we walked up the waterfall. After making out again we had lunch and started to pick blueberries. We had just filled the bucket and was back at the blanket when a young bear came out of the bushes, I fired one shot kicking some gravel in front of him and a couple of minutes later, we seen him going over the hill about two blocks away. It was a great afternoon we sunbathed and made out two more times. We made four blueberry pies when we arrived home, bake one up and put three in the freezer. Two days later we made another enjoyable trip to the blueberry patch this time, we made blueberry jam.




Betrayed?



Sherry's parents came up last week of July and spent a week as they were leaving my parents came; the cabin makes an excellent guest room, giving them an idea of what I went through the first year and what we went through the second year.

That summer three more families moved into our neighborhood. We invited them and all of our friends over for a housewarming, and to get to know our new neighbors. We had a big barbecue, and it was a lot of fun, something we're going to have to do more often.

As winter was coming on we had plenty of smoked salmon and jerky, the meat locker was not needed any longer. We had plenty of solar and three wind generators, which made all the electrically we needed, which including the refrigerator and freezer, which now had 600 pounds of moose meat in it.

By this time, Sherry was talking seriously about starting a family. I figured if we started the baby in October it would be here by June. And we would have no trouble getting to the hospital. Needless to say, we did a lot of practicing and by the middle of August, we figured she could go off the pill and would get pregnant in October.

One night in the middle of September we were going at it hot and heavy Sherry was on top, and she was building to her climax. She came down hard, and I was buried deep inside I knew by the feeling that I was starting into her cervix, and as she came I exploded, sending my sperm deep inside. As we lay together in each other's arms, I kissed her and pulled her down and held her tight and whisper to her, I think we just made a baby.

Three weeks later, when we're in town, buying supplies Sherry picked up a test kit and headed for the bathroom. I could tell by the look on her face that she was pregnant. We found a good doctor that Sherry liked. The folks came back up there in the winter a couple of times and stayed in the spare bedrooms in the house. I had winterized the cabin, and besides the house had plenty of room.

Our sex life slowed down dearing the first trimester, backed up during the second trimester; we stopped at eight months, even though the doctor said we could continue if we were careful. The pregnancy went fairly well for Sherry; she didn't have much trouble. We saw the doctor about every three weeks.

With our timing being off the baby would come in May. The weather would not be as good as June. We had a bag packed and was always ready. I make sure I kept the road open every day. It was May 14 and we went to bed early, with Sherry sleeping with her back towards me, I usually sleep with one arm over her and my hand resting on her stomach. It's surprising how much a baby moves. It was 1:30 in the morning. Sherry had been restless, going to the bathroom for the last two days when she sat up and said it's time. I jumped up, got dressed and headed for the pickup to warm it up and bring it up to the door. The batteries were dead, and I had no way to get it started. Sherry was at the door and asked what was wrong I told her we were on our own the pickup wouldn't start.

I could see some fear come into her eyes. I put my arms around her and kissed her. I told her we could do this your not the first woman to have a baby. I don't know if I was trying to assure her or me. She told me she needed to go to the bathroom at the door her water broke. This is going to take some doing on my part to stay calm and assured Sherry we can do it. I was sure hoping we wouldn't have any complications. I put a couple of towels in her recliner and covered them with a sheet. I set up the camcorder that I had planned to take to the hospital because we wanted to record the birth. Four hours later, the contractions were coming pretty close; it wouldn't be long now. The main thing I remembered out of the first aid classes was let nature take its course and not to hurry anything. I just kept telling her to remember what she had learned, in the delivery classes that we attended. I put two pillows on the arms of the recliner and had her put her legs over them. I prayed some to not have any complications. She was breathing and counting, holding her breath, and I told her I could see the baby. The baby's head was halfway out I make sure the cord was not around her neck. Another three minutes and out she came; I laid her on Sherry's stomach with her head between her breasts, and I needed to clean her airways. All I had was my gold sniffer bottle I used for sucking gold out of the gold pan it worked great. I tied the cord in two places and cut it, then I started to clean her, and by now she was crying pretty well. I said to her welcome to the world, Andrea Kay, I leaned down to kiss Sherry and told her she did a great job. I had Andrea cleaned up and wrapped her in a blanket laying her back on Sherry's stomach. At that time, the after birth came out, and I put it in a plastic bag. Next I washed and cleaned Sherry and put fresh towels under her; little Andrea was really screaming at this time then she found a nipple. Now there a picture I will never forget. The smile on Sherry's face and the love you could see she had for Andrea as she nursed.

I turned the computer on and sent an e-mail to mom telling her to get over Allison's house fast. Ten minutes later I had an e-mail from Allison wanting to know what was going on; I turned the phone and camera on. They both wanted to know what was going on. I picked up the camera and turned it toward Sherry; you should have heard the squealing that was going on. I filled them in on all that happened, I decided I needed a break and went outside and just let them talk.

Fifteen minutes later I heard a pickup coming up the road, it was Bill and Sarah, I was sure glad to see them; I asked Sarah to go and check on Sherry, because she knew more what to do then I did. Bill had jumper cables, and we started my pickup twenty minutes later we had Sherry and Andrea loaded, and we were off to see the doctor. The doctor gave both of them a clean bill of health. I was sure glad we didn't run into any complications. 

For the next couple weeks, we had Andrea between us at night, and then in her crib, which was beside our bed. It was about this time that I started raiding the nursery once in a while very enjoyable. After six weeks the doctor gave us the go-ahead we started back to our old routine, going very slow and very loving.

That summer I planted a big garden we had a lot of fresh vegetables. With fall coming on we started to work on another baby. There was no way to describe it our lovemaking it just kept getting better and better, by the end of September, Sherry was pregnant again. The folks come up for Christmas and stayed for two weeks, the grandmas said they would be back in time to be with Sherry when Ryan Taylor was to be born.

Two weeks after New Year the two parcels across the road from us sold looked like we were getting more new neighbors. Down at the village on the bulletin board was a notice that Denton brothers were going to build a sawmill here. Back home I did some serious talking with Sherry about our kids and their futures and things. We were getting by okay, but if we wanted to send the kids the college, we couldn't. I sent my resume in; three weeks later I received a letter to have an interview with the personnel director, a Mr. Notch. Mr. Notch said they were trying to hire more local people that had roots here that way they wouldn't be moving, and they would have fewer turnovers with employees.

With my background, they hired me to help set up the sawmill and keep it going afterwards. I would be working behind Lars Anderson to install the machinery and take care of it. It turned out to be a good job keeping the machinery running game naturally; I had no trouble switching from automotive to machine maintenance. Six months later, Lars retired, and I became chief of maintenance.

Our lovemaking took a hit during the week, but we made up for it on the weekends. The grandmas were here for Taylor's birth. And once again, everything went smoothly, even though she was in the hospital this time. Six months later Allison McKenzie was conceived.

About this time, two houses were being put up across the street on the property that was sold a year ago. They were small two-bedroom cottages; the two of them shared the well but each had separate electrical systems, the same companies that had built our home built them. The road to our place was now paved halfway and County took care of it five miles past our place; our little neighborhood was really beginning to grow.

Tom and Bill both had jobs at the sawmill and one Saturday afternoon when Bill and Sarah were up for lunch. Sarah said she was getting a new house. The old building and add-ones were going to be torn down. We were happy for them. They had endured a lot of hardships when they first came up.

Sherry was now seven months along with Allison. It was a Sunday afternoon, and we were sitting in the family room looking out the windows when two cars turned into the driveway. It was our parents both families came up at the same time. After the hugs and greetings I brought in a couple of suitcases and put those in the bedrooms after they had been clean up, we were setting around. I ask them, how long they were going to be here. I did not get a very good answer out of them, so I let it go. As soon as the women settled down Dad and Taylor said they were going for a walk to stretch their legs. They walked across the road, looked at both of the houses, they studied them for quite a while. When they came back in, between them, they look like the cat that had swallowed the canary. I don't know if Sherry had noticed it or not, but we didn't say any more about it. Three days later, I had just gotten home from work when an 18 wheeler moving van pulled up alongside the road. Tyler and dad jumped up and ran out to meet the driver. Mom and Allison in a hard time controlling their giggling, 

I looked at Sherry, and I said, "I think we have some new very sneaky neighbors." 

It was too late to unload the truck today the drivers was a husband and wife team. We invited them for supper and breakfast. They stayed in their truck, which they lived in most of the time. Taylor and Dad had both been retired for two years , and Allison and mom wanted to be up there with Sherry and the kids, so they had the houses built, sold everything below and moved here.

Time just kept on rolling by, by now Allison was born, and then with more practice Evan Curtis was born. With four kids I went to the doctor and got fixed so I could play with Mama all I wanted, and she didn't have to worry about pills. Our kids, along with most of the neighborhood was home schooled with plenty of people helping us to teach.

It was great having kids around the house. Sherry and I, being only children we enjoyed a house full of kids. The kids were now in high school with Andrea starting a two-year business college course. I sure don't know where all the time went to. Ryan started college working to be a Forrester. When Allison graduated high school, she went to work, at the sawmill driving trucks. When Curtis graduated, he went over to the coast; he wanted to try his hand at fishing.

Sherry and I are still very as active at least once a day. Like I said a long time ago I can't get enough of this woman just touching her, still gets me going. Dad died last year, and Sherry's dad died this year; they're on some of our land, just up the road a ways on a small hill. Allison Sherry's mom moved in with my mom and let Allison McKenzie live in her home.

One afternoon we were sitting on the porch when the new Cadillac drove up I recognized the driver as being one of the owner sons, Dave got out went around and opened the door for Andrea. I looked over and gave Sherry a knowing look. She nodded and smiled back. This was a formal introduction for Andrea's boyfriend to meet her parents. I had known Dave for a couple of years. Nice boy, has a good head on his shoulders. Six months later they were married.

Allison had been dating one of the guys who worked at the mill. She brought him home one day to meet us. Although I already knew Dan for quite a while. After Allison brought him home, he stopped me one day at lunch and asked me if he could have her hand in marriage they were engaged for nine months , then married.

Curtis after six months, of being on the coast return home and got a job at the mill working in maintenance with me. One day he brought Susan Gaby home. She was one of the daughters of the family that moved here 22 years ago and was in the home-schooling classes. She was the little redheaded spitfire girl who was a real tomboy. I told Sherry, I thought she could give him a run for his money. They were married seven months later. For their wedding present, I retired, and Curtis became chief of maintenance. Now that all the kids were grown and on their own, I didn't need to work anymore and they could use the raise in salary.

Sherry's mom Allison died this the winter. We moved mom over to our house. We didn't want her living by herself. Curtis and Susan moved into her home. She was having trouble climbing the stairs, so we moved upstairs and gave her our bedroom downstairs the next summer she passed on.

Ryan was doing well after college; he was now the head manager for the forest service in this region.

For our 25th anniversary, the kids threw a big party. All the kids and the neighbors were there, including our six grand kids. When Ryan arrived, he was driving his green government Dodge pickup and was in uniform. He opened the passenger door, and an Alaska State trooper stepped out. Together they started for the house hand in hand. I looked at Sherry and said the circle is complete. Her name was Keely. She was a little shy about meeting everyone. After five minutes, you would have thought she had known everybody the whole time. That night making love to Sherry was something special not that all nights wasn't.

The years just kept on rolling by. By now, the pavement extends five miles past our place, and the community now has electric and phones; we sell our surplus electric back to the company. Every summer we have a big barbecue, and for some reason, it just gets bigger with a lot more kids running around. At last, count we had fifteen grand kids. For our 50th anniversary with our friends and family, the house was full in the yard was overflowing. I couldn't keep track of all the friends who were there. I do know that there were twenty-eight great grand kids.

Our love making has slowed down a bit and doesn't take as long as it used to, but we still do it most every day. One morning I woke up early, rolled over on my side and looked at this beautiful young girl lying next to me. Her chestnut hair was spread out over her pillow, and she was still sleeping. Before long, I know she was awake, by the way; she was breathing. She opened those blue eyes and looked at me, putting her hands over her head, arched her back and yawned. 

I reached over and pulled her over on top of me. She said, "What's the matter old man, can't you get enough."

"Not until they bury me."

Just laying there I held her, looking at her with her chestnut hair hanging down, covering her breasts. About that time, the sunrays were starting to come through the window and as the rays hit her hair, it turned from chestnut to silver, looked at her breasts her nipples . I pulled her down and kissed her and held her tight like I've done for so many years. 

I had to laugh a little and she said, "What's going on old man."

And I said, "I was thinking about sixty years ago, when you were lying like this, and I whispered to you. I think we just made a baby.



Betrayed



Warning:

There is no sex in this story. If you didn't like my other stories you won't like this one. 

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Toni barged into Rick's office like she usually did, without knocking and without him telling her to come in. Rick was in the middle of a phone call so he held up one finger to alert her to not interrupt him. She pretty much ignored him though and waltzed around his desk and plopped herself in the middle of his lap. She then proceeded to give him a hug and kissed his cheek.

Rick

Toni is my personal assistant (PA) and I have to tell you she is a walking wet dream. I love her to pieces and certainly enjoyed the attention she was giving me. I begged off of the phone call I was on and kissed her on the cheek as well. Toni is eight and a half months pregnant and about as big as a house. Now though any man would be bragging that he had impregnated her it wasn't me that did it. Don't get me wrong, I have slept with Toni many times but I didn't impregnate her. There are a couple of reasons why it wasn't me.

The first reason is Geno Antonelli, Toni's husband. Geno is about 6'3" tall and weighs around 240 lbs. Geno is also connected if you get my drift. Geno is the production manager for my advertising firm. Geno is also my best friend. Trust me, nobody messes with Toni.

The second reason is that Toni is my adoptive sister. When I was five years old her family adopted me and raised me. I won't go into the details of why I was adopted but my first five years were not so good and I had issues. In the first couple of years with the Castille family I was quite insecure and many nights I would crawl into bed with Toni to feel safe. We were the same age and temperament and we became kindred spirits back then and that continues to this day. So you see I did sleep with her lots of times. I said Geno was my best friend but I guess it is really Toni first and then Geno.

Anyway, let's get back to the story. My name is Richard Castille though everyone calls me Rick or Castille. I own the Castille Ad Agency and as mentioned Toni is my Personal Assistant and Geno is my Production Manager. There are a number of other employees in various job functions as well, I think 25 in total. We are well respected in the business with many very successful ad campaigns in the past and several currently running extremely well. The agency is financially sound so I and all of my employees benefit from that success.

As I mentioned I hung up from my call and kissed Toni on the cheek. 

I asked her, "How are you doing babe?"

She smiled her beautiful smile and said, "Oh Ricky, the baby is very active today, feel how much it is moving around. It is moving so much that it is hard to find a comfortable way to stand or sit. I am sure glad this is almost over. I can't wait for little Ricky to join us even though the thought of giving birth does make me a bit nervous. I guess millions have done it in the past so I am sure I can do it too." 

I put my hand on her engorged tummy and I felt all of the movements she had been talking about. It was really quite exciting to feel the baby move. They were definitely expecting a boy (I saw the ultrasound myself and there was no mistaking the plumbing in the picture) and they both wanted to honor me by naming him Ricky.

Toni continued, "I just popped in to remind you that I have set up an appointment for you to meet the temp that is going to fill in for me when I go on maternity leave. Be sure you are available at 4:00 p.m. and give us at least a half hour, okay?"

I said, "Toni, I don't know how you could possibly hire someone who can adequately replace you."

She laughed and came back, "Don't get in your head that anybody is replacing me buster. Remember the word TEMP? Remember the words 'fill in'? There will be no replacing happening. Her name is Kate Becker and she seems like to be a very capable young woman. So don't worry, the job will get done."

With that Toni got back off my lap and waddled (yes I did say waddled) cutely back out of my office. God I love how beautiful pregnant women are even though they often don't think so about themselves. I just love the glow I see in their faces I guess. Anyway, Toni was beautiful.

At 4:00 p.m. Toni knocked on my door (fancy that) and when I invited her in she came in with a young woman. 

Toni introduced her, "Rick Castille this is Kate Becker, Kate this is Rick Castille the owner of the company."

Of course I stood when they came into my office and extended my hand, "It is nice to meet you. Do you prefer Kate or Miss Becker?"

She responded, "It is nice to meet you too Mr. Castille. I do prefer Ms. Becker."

I smiled and turned to Toni and said, "Well Toni, why don't you waddle your big hippo body out to the lunch room and show Kate how to get me a cup of coffee. Kate, I like it with cream and one teaspoon of sugar."

I saw a flash of lightning in Kate's eyes and laughed inwardly but maintained a straight face outwardly. 

Out in the hallway Kate turned to Toni and said, "Mrs. Antonelli I am not sure this is going to work out. I asked to be called Ms. Becker and he persisted in calling me Kate. Then ordering me around already? There seems to be a bit of a personality issue here that I am not sure I can work with. Perhaps you would be best served to find someone else."

Toni laughed and replied, "Relax Kate. I have known Rick for a long time and trust me, this is a test. Just go with the flow and you will see everything will work out just fine."

The two ladies walked back to the lunch room and Kate proceeded to get a cup of black coffee for Rick. Toni smiled at her and said, "What are you doing? Rick said he wanted cream and sugar."

Kate said with a little laugh, "Yes I believe he did say that. I think perhaps two can play his little test game."

As they were walking back to Rick's office they were talking and laughing. Kate placed the coffee in front of Rick and said, "Here is your coffee Mr. Castille."

Rick picked it up and took a taste. A frown formed on his brow. "Well Ms. Becker, this interview is over. It was nice to meet you. Goodbye."

Both Toni and Kate got a shocked look on their faces and both started to say something back but Rick shut them down and waved them out of the office with a "Goodbye ladies."

Just as they got to the door he called out, "By the way Kate, I prefer to be called Rick and not Mr. Castille and just so you know I really do prefer my coffee black. See you tomorrow morning."

When they exited his office both Toni and Kate in unison said, "What a bastard." But, they were laughing as they walked away. Toni said, "You will probably never get used to him. But he does grow on you."

The next morning Kate stuck her head into my office and said, "Good morning Rick, can I get you some coffee?"

I replied laughing, "I will walk back there with you and we can both get some. I figured that if I let you get it there will be cream and sugar in it." They both were laughing as they walked back to the lunch room.

"I think we can briefly discuss the coffee etiquette around here. If you are getting coffee for yourself you can bring me a cup. If I am with clients you should always offer coffee and refills after a while. If you are busy I can get my own coffee and will bring you a cup if you like."

"Kate, I saw something in your eyes yesterday and decided to test you as you know and you passed with flying colors."

"I don't want a meek, ass kissing personal assistant. I want you to be an advisor and to fix things I might screw up. I always want your opinion and I will always consider it. But, once I make a final decision based on all the information I have it will be my decision, it will be final and it will be my responsibility. I am certain we will get along fine Kate. Please don't hold it against me that I jerked you around yesterday. I just wanted to find out what you were made of and I liked what I saw." She just smiled.

I guess it is time to tell you a little about Kate. She is quite tall, perhaps 5'10" and rather rotund, oh hell, she is fat. She also isn't very attractive in the standard sense. Her facial features aren't classic beauty and her hair style doesn't do a thing to enhance her attractiveness. Add to that the unflattering style of clothes she wore and to put it bluntly there aren't many men who would give her a second look. 

I on the other hand saw something in her eyes that first day that totally appealed to me and over the course of the next several weeks came to truly think of her as a beautiful person. 

Kate was an invaluable personal assistant. Her ideas were wonderful and she enhanced everything she touched. Whenever I had meetings she would attend with me and share her reactions with me afterwards. We attended dinners together and on occasion we even traveled out of town together, always with separate rooms. We were not romantically involved but as the weeks flew by we became great friends. I knew I was falling in love with her but I also knew it wasn't the smartest thing to get romantically involved with an employee.

I was looking forward to the end of Toni's maternity leave because then Kate would be leaving and I felt I would then pursue her romantically. A little stupid I know but that is the way I felt. Anyway, it didn't exactly happen that way since Toni came in after her twelve weeks maternity leave and requested an additional twelve weeks. There was no way I would turn her down so Kate was going to be there for twelve more weeks. On the one hand I was perplexed because of the complications of a workplace romance but of course I was happy she was still going to be around. 

What I did decide was that I would have to change my personal beliefs and pursue her romantically even though she did work for me. I guess I justified it a little by saying she was only a TEMP. I asked her to dinner one night without a client involvement and she accepted.

Over the next couple of weeks Kate started to fix herself up a bit more and one day she came into my office and asked if we could have a personal conversation. Of course I said yes and she confided in me.

"Rick, I know you love me and I love you too. I am embarrassed sometimes because of how I look. Truthfully I see how some of the clients look at me wondering why you are with me."

I smiled at her and said, "Kate, you are right, I do love you just the way you are. If you aren't happy with the way you look then do something about it. You know I run almost every day. Join me. We will start you out slow and before you know it you will lose some weight and shape up. We can also go to the gym and work out and that should tone us both up pretty good. As I said, you know I love you just as you are but if you want to improve how you look and feel I am with you baby. Go for it."

"Get some new clothes, get a new hair style, and get a boob job."

When I said that she hit me but we both laughed.

"I am serious Kate, if you want to get a little work done I will give you the money to do it. But know that I will not love you any more than I already do."

Well she did everything we talked about. In about two months time she had lost a bunch of weight. Her workouts bordered on fanatical and she was as toned as anyone could be without being grotesque. Her hair style drastically improved the impression people had of her and yes she did get a little work done by a surgeon but nothing drastic. Others began to see her as a beautiful woman but I saw the same woman I fell in love with. She was beautiful to me as well but it didn't matter to me. She was still my Kate.

One day in early August we had a company picnic at a local park and I chose that occasion to get down on my knees and propose. "Kate, will you do me the honor of being my wife?" Her smile and the tears streaming down her face all happening at once told me what her answer would be. "Yes Rick, I will be your wife."

She began planning our wedding with some input from me. But any of you who have been there know that the three S principal usually equated with the father of the bride also applies to the fiancé in the same way. Shut Up, Shell Out and Show Up. So, most of the planning was done without me. Toni did get involved a great deal though so many of my thoughts were imparted through her. We are kindred spirits after all.

Everything was going along quite perfectly then the proverbial fly in the ointment or in this case the fly in the perfume. Kenny Pierce a marketing rep from Carone Enterprises, Inc. a perfume manufacturer came to Chicago to work on a new advertising campaign. I wasn't a big fan of Kenny because of how he had sniffed around Toni the last time he came into town. Geno had put a quick stop to that action when he noticed Kenny hanging around Toni. He is pretty intimidating so Kenny backed off totally. You can imagine my shock when it turned out that Kate actually knew Kenny and much to my displeasure actually gushed over him. Kenny and Kate went to high school together and they both went to the same university. She told me that she had always had a crush on him. 

He hadn't given her the time of day when they were in school because she wasn't very attractive back then but now oh my goodness all he had on his mind was sniffing around her and she ate up every second of it. 

After work Kate and I went out to dinner and I commented on the attention he was paying to her and how she was reacting to it. She got angry with me and told to get over myself. She said, "Kenny is only here for one more day and I am enjoying his company so just live with it Rick." 

When she told me to live with it I knew there was trouble on the way. Things were pretty cool between us for the rest of the meal and after we finished eating she said she just wanted to go home so I gladly dropped her off and went to a little dive bar not far from my apartment and had a couple of drinks. I am not a big drinker so no, I didn't get hammered but I wanted to.

I wasn't very happy about the whole situation but I decided to go with the flow because she was right. Kenny would be gone by noon the next day (Friday) and that would be the end of it.

It was around 10:00 a.m. when Kate came into my office and closed the door behind her. She sat down and said, "Rick, I am not quite sure how to tell you this. Kenny is going to leave today for Las Vegas for the weekend and he has asked me to go along with him."

My shock must have been evident because she continued, "I know that seems like a strange thing to do but you have to understand that I always wondered what it would be like to be Kenny's girl. Rick, do you love me enough to let me do this? One weekend and then I will be all yours."

My immediate response was, "Kate let me get this straight. You want to spend a weekend with Kenny a guy you had a crush on in school, a guy who paid no attention to you what so ever when you were fat and homely and now that you are beautiful he can't keep his eyes off of you. You want me to approve of you doing this. You would risk a relationship with a man who loved you then and loves you now because of who you are and not how you look. Do I have it right so far?"

"Rick, it isn't like that. I just think I have to do this so I won't wonder what I missed for the rest of my life. Can't you understand that? Don't you love me enough to let me do this?"

"Kate, I am begging you to not go with him. Please don't do this to us. I do love you enough to let you go if you feel you must but do you love me enough to not go?"

"Okay, you said you love me enough to let me go so I am going. When I get back I will make you the happiest man on earth."

"That's it? I can't dissuade you from going?"

"No, I am going."

"Well if you are going at least do me the courtesy of returning my ring. I don't want a fiancé of mine fucking some asshole while she is wearing my ring."

She had a shocked and hurt expression on her face and moaned, "Oh no Rick. Please don't make me give you my ring. Please!"

"If you are going with him give me the ring."

Her eyes flashed lightning like the first time I met her and I could see she was about to lose it but she did get herself under control. She took off the ring and set it on my desk. She didn't even hand it to me, just set it down and stood up.

"Very well Rick if that is how you are going to be. I am leaving now."

As Kate walked out of my office I whispered, "Goodbye Kate I hope it's worth it."

She turned and asked, "What did you say?"

With a tremendous sadness I said, "I said goodbye Kate I hope it's worth it."

She got a very strange look on her face but continued out the door and a short time later I saw her leaving the building and driving away.

I could write a million words right now to describe the range of emotions that flooded over me but I will keep it to a minimum. Rage, anger, hatred, hurt, disappointment, sadness, despair, love and vengefulness you get the drift. I sat at my desk for about an hour thinking about my life, my love for Kate my hate for Kate and what I was going to do about her and about Kenny.

When my head stopped throbbing I made two phone calls. The first was to Toni.

"Hi babe how is little Ricky doing? Is he awake?"

Toni said, "Hey Rick, Ricky is doing wonderful and yes he is awake. I will lay him down for a nap after lunch."

"Toni, can you come to the office for about an hour? Please bring Ricky along I would like to hold him. There is a situation here that I need to talk over with you so as soon as you can get here would be appreciated."

She asked me if I was okay and I told her I wasn't but we would talk that over when she got here.

My second call was to Lucca Di Stefano. Geno isn't the only person who has some connections. Lucca Di Stefano was a friend with connections. Toni's and my Uncle Bernardo was a great friend to Lucca's father but more importantly Uncle Bernardo was a lot more connected than any of us. "Lucca this is Rick Castille. Yeah, I know it has been a long time and I apologize for not keeping in touch. Yes, I promise I will do a better job of staying close my friend."

After he had chastised me and I was humbly apologetic he told me to get to the point of my call. Damn, I felt like such a heel.

"Lucca, I need a big favor. My former fiancée Kate Becker is leaving O'Hare around 2:00 p.m. on a flight to Las Vegas. She is traveling with a guy named Kenny Pierce. I know you can get the flight number and have someone waiting to follow them when they get there. Check around to see what hotel they will be staying at and delay them getting into their room or rooms for enough time to get surveillance set up. I want pictures, audio and video. I want to know everything they do and say until tomorrow around noon. Then email it all to me early tomorrow afternoon."

"After that I don't care what you do about pictures, audio and video but I want them to think you have them under constant surveillance. Make it look like you are working for Kenny's wife. Her name is Marilyn. What I want you to do Lucca is ruin the rest of the weekend for them. No, I don't want anyone hurt but I don't care if they are scared."

"Thanks Lucca, I will be sure that Uncle Bernardo knows you did this for me. When Bernardo is happy everyone is happy. And Lucca, let me know what this costs no matter how much. I just need this information early tomorrow afternoon. I promise to get together with you after this is all over to thank you properly. Goodbye my friend. I will look forward to receiving the information."

When Toni came into my office I got up and shut the door. I hugged her and took little Ricky out of her arms and held him close to me. He was growing normally but still seemed like such a little bundle to me. I gave him a kiss on the forehead and felt the softness and warmth of him. The thought of having a baby hit me especially hard because now it wouldn't be happening as soon as I had hoped for. 




Betrayed



A tear was making a path down my cheek and Toni definitely noticed it.

"Ricky, what is wrong honey? Please tell me what is going on."

I explained the entire conversation I had had with Kate to her and told her everything I had in mind. She was upset and gave me another hug and said, "Oh Ricky, I am so sorry. What do you need from me?"

"Can you work a couple of hours a day for the next week? I just need you to do some of the administrative stuff for a few days and then we will see what needs to be done on a go forward basis."

For the rest of the afternoon I made plans for the coming week, made all of the necessary phone calls to set things up and around normal quitting time I ended my day at the office. I did take home some work though, figuring I would need to get it done over the weekend.

Saturday afternoon I got the call from Lucca telling me he had everything I wanted and would email it to me. I thanked him and told him we would be in touch soon.

I spent a few hours reviewing the photos Lucca had sent and watching and listening to the video too. I was able to fast forward through some of it but when it got to the intimate stuff I did pay particular attention. What I saw surprised me.

I made a point of printing a few stills from the video to insert into the presentation I was working on. I also created a couple of short clips for effect. Then I spent the rest of the night putting the final touches on my presentation. 

I went to bed but didn't think I slept very well. You think you don't sleep but I am sure I did get some sleep. Early Sunday morning I got up and did a final rework on the presentation and spent the rest of the time before I had to leave for the airport looking out the window.

Monday morning Kate walked into the offices and was met by Toni. She said,

"Toni, this is a surprise seeing you here. Where is Rick? I tried calling him all night last night with no answer. He also seems to have his cell phone turned off."

Toni looked at Kate with a very neutral look and said, "Hello Ms. Becker." She handed Kate an envelope and added, "Ms. Becker, this is your formal notification that your services are no longer required at the Castille Ad Agency. Your temp agency has also been notified. Thank you for your services."

Of course Kate was shocked and somewhat speechless but managed to blurt out "What is going on Toni?"

"Ms. Becker, I was simply asked by Mr. Castille to terminate your services. I have taken the liberty to pack up all of your personal belongings and they are here in this box." She bent down to pick up one of those paper cartons that are so often used to store things and slid it across the desk to Kate.

Again Kate was stunned and said, "I am going in to talk to Rick and straighten this all out."

"Well Rick isn't in right now so that won't be possible. Besides, at this time you will need to leave the building," replied Toni.

Kate asked, "Where is Rick?"

"Actually he is in New York making a presentation to Carone Enterprises, Inc. for their new advertising campaign."

Kate had a day full of shocks because she once again looked shocked. This piece of news seemed to take the life right out of her. "Rick and I were going to go to New York and make that presentation together," sobbed Kate. "We were going to make it a special time in New York for just the two of us," she said with tears streaming down her face.

Inside Toni was sympathetic to Kate but controlled her emotions and said, "Well Ms. Becker I guess that was before you went off to Las Vegas with another man. Rick will not be back in the office until Friday and he asked if I would make an appointment for you to meet with him then. Would 4:00 p.m. Friday work out for you?" 

Kate was barely able to whisper, "Yes."

"Very well, then he will see you at 4:00 p.m. Friday."

Kate spent a miserable four days waiting for her meeting with Rick. She called his cell phone a number of times but each time it just went to voice mail.

When he arrived in New York Rick called Henri Carone to set up a meeting at his hotel to present their new advertising campaign. He told Henri that he preferred to meet away from the corporate offices because part of the meeting was personal. He also asked Henri to bring his daughter Marilyn along. 

He continued to get phone calls from Kate but seeing her numbers (home and cell) he didn't take the calls and again they went to voice mail after which he deleted them without listening to them.

When Rick started to make his presentation he warned Henri Carone and Marilyn Pierce that he had two motives for being there. One was to present what he thought would be a very good ad campaign and the other motive was personal because it involved Kenny, Marilyn's husband.

His presentation would end up being rather devastating for Kenny because Henri Carone, the owner of Carone Enterprises, Inc. wasn't too pleased to see his son being intimate with a woman who wasn't his daughter Marilyn. Marilyn was royally pissed off. She was not shocked however because she had suspected that Kenny played around on her but she was still pissed. Now she had proof though and for that she was grateful.

The ad presentation included some very sensual pictures of Kenny and the woman. Even though the pictures angered him Rick knew the concept would be awesome for the advertising. He had created a caption "WEAR ME AND EXPERIENCE EUPHORIA".

"I think the name for your new scent should be "EUPHORIA" and these pictures certainly communicate that concept." The woman in the pictures was clearly in a euphoric state because he had captured the image off of one of the videos at the moment of orgasm.

Henri and Marilyn were both somewhat in shock after seeing Kenny with the beautiful woman but both had to agree that the concept was wonderful and would certainly sell the new scent. "Rick, I think you are on to something here and we appreciate the insight. The emotions emitted by this woman are unbelievable."

Rick smiled and continued, "Well I am sure you will want to hire a different male model for that role because I sense Kenny is history but you may want to consider this woman. She is very beautiful and very sensual as we all can see. Everyone has their own looks and it is almost impossible to recreate the look using a different person. No one will ever replace Andie MacDowell in L'Oreal commercials "Because you're worth it." No one could replace Kate Walsh in the Cadillac CTS commercial. "When you turn your car on does it return the favor?" And no one can ever replace Cindy Crawford in the Pepsi commercial. 

I think this woman's look is the one we need for this campaign. I can give you her name and number if you are interested."

Henri said, "Oh yes, when you said her look is what we need I agree. It will be perfect for what we need. Please do give us her name and number."

Rick slid a piece of paper across the table to Henri. "The name she uses is Allison Kendall. I am not certain if that is her real name or not but it is what she is using. Her number is on the paper and of course you need to know that she is a call girl. I don't know if she will be interested but perhaps a move and a new occupation will be appealing to her. All you can do is ask."

No it wasn't Kate Becker in the pictures and videos with Kenny Pierce. Kate must have had second thoughts while they were flying out to Vegas because when they arrived they got separate rooms and all evidence indicated that she had rebuffed every attempt Kenny made to be intimate. Kate never slept with Kenny but I am afraid the damage was still done.

By the time late evening rolled around Kenny was so frustrated that he engaged the services of a hooker and she is the woman in all of the ad campaign pictures. Fortunately Lucca had continued to have surveillance on Kenny because the result was some fabulous concept pictures. I hope that Allison will agree to do the ads because she will be perfect for them.

You don't need all the details of what happened to Kenny, but be assured he paid a huge price.

Friday afternoon Kate sat down with Rick.

"Rick, I don't understand what is happening here right now. Why did you terminate my services? I know you still need a PA and Toni isn't ready to come back yet. Please Rick, I didn't sleep with Kenny, I promise."

"Kate, why should I believe that? After all you did go off alone with him to Vegas."

"Rick, I swear to you I didn't sleep with him. You said you loved me enough to let me go."

"You are right; I did say I loved you enough to let you go. The only problem Kate is that your definition of letting you go is different than mine. You meant go to 

Vegas and I meant to let you go, to not hold on to you. That is the difference."

"Kate I know you didn't sleep with Kenny. But, it doesn't matter; the damage had already been done. I loved you Kate. Almost from the first moment I met you I started to love you. I loved you when you were fat and unattractive. Your looks didn't matter to me. But my love wasn't enough for you. You had to have the approval of everyone else around you so you lost weight, had some work done and improved your looks to the point of being beautiful. I loved you then too just as before. It wasn't the looks for me it was who you are."

"But the approval of others wasn't enough for you either. Then Kenny showed up and drooled all over you. You ate that up. Here was Kenny a guy you had known for over eight years who never once paid any attention to you when you were the old you and now he is drooling over you and you fell for it. He didn't love you Kate, he loved your looks. I loved you but my love wasn't enough."

"You asked if I loved you enough to let you go and I answered yes but I also asked you if you loved me enough to not go and by your actions you answered that question no. You were going to go no matter what. I even asked for my ring back hoping it would shock some sense into you and you took it off and laid it on my desk. You were going no matter what."

"Kate that is when the damage was done. That is when I realized that I would never be able to trust you with my heart. That is when I knew that I would never be enough for you. Something else would have come along that was more important to you than me. I will not live that way Kate. That is why our relationship is over."

This whole time Kate was sitting there in a state of shock. Tears were streaming down her face. She realizes her mistake but it is too late. She begged Rick, "Rick, I am so sorry. I know I made a terrible mistake but I really do love you with all my heart. Can't you forgive me and give me another chance?"

"Kate there is no need for me to forgive you. You are and always were free to do whatever you wanted to do. I do not have the right or the power to tell you what to do. You were free to choose and you did. You chose and it wasn't me you chose. It was clear from that choice that I wasn't as important to you as you were to me. When you put the ring on my desk and walked out the door I said, 'Goodbye, I hope it is worth it'. That was the moment I let you go. It's over Kate. I wish you nothing but good luck in the future, but it is over."

Epilog:

In the months that followed Kate tried unsuccessfully to talk to Rick but he would have nothing to do with it. Despite the fact that Toni was furious with her, she was able to continue her friendship and learned that part of the problem was in fact Rick's. 

Knowing that she had not ever slept with Kenny would have allowed many men to forgive and move forward in a loving relationship with Kate. But Rick had psychological issues from his childhood that would not let him do that. 

Kate learned from Toni that Rick's mother had taken a lover and ultimately just walked out of his life. One day she told him she was going to leave with another man and wouldn't see him anymore. There was no emotion on her part and though Rick cried and begged she just turned and walked out. He never saw her again. Then Rick's father was distraught because his wife cheated and left him. He started to drink a lot and the effect was that he too abandoned Rick. Two people he loved just walked out on him. His father got drunk nightly and one night had a fatal auto accident. He truly left Rick. 

Rick went into foster care and was ultimately adopted by Toni's family. She told her that it took years before Rick actually believed his adoptive family wouldn't walk out on him. He probably needed a psychiatrist to work through all of his problems, but had never done that.

Kate cried a lot when she learned of everything that had happened to Rick. She cried for herself but she also cried for Rick because she too had just walked out on him. There was no way he could live with that, no way to repair the damage that had done to him.

Kate tried numerous times to contact Rick with no luck. He never answered his phone and though she left several voice mails he never returned her calls. One time she called him from a pay phone but the minute he recognized her voice he hung up on her. She didn't exactly stalk him but she did know his routine and once in a while when she was particularly lonesome for him would go to see him run or see him in a restaurant hoping that they could reconnect. 

One time she called his number early in the morning and a woman answered and Kate asked her who she was. 

"I am Rick's fiancé, who is this?"

"Please tell Rick that Kate called. Please tell him I am so sorry and that I will never bother him again."

With that call Kate lost all hope. She let herself go again, gained weight, stopped taking care of herself, reverted to the unattractive woman she had been before meeting Rick. 

She would occasionally see Rick and his new wife and each time she would withdraw even further inside of herself. When she finally saw them with their new baby she imploded upon herself and from then on melted into obscurity. She became a robot, doing her work, going home, eating and sleeping and working. 

She hadn't committed a terrible crime and in fact hadn't even cheated on Rick in the traditional sense. She had no way of knowing that he was in such a fragile state. But, regardless, she had to pay the price for her foolish actions. Should Rick have forgiven her and continued the relationship? Probably, but we are all a product of what happens in our lives and he certainly had enough happen to him that wouldn't allow him to overlook what she had done. She had left him. Yes, she had to pay the price no matter how severe.

The End



Betrayed



Propped up on my pillows I watched my wife Angie slide the black thong up her slender toned legs. When the back of the thong disappeared between her round firm buttocks I couldn't help but wish it was me slipping between those magnificent cheeks. Casually I flipped the covers off my six-foot frame and began to fondle my semi erect penis. With her back still facing me I glanced into the dresser mirror in front of her and saw the look of disgust on her face. A look I've seen all too often lately. Turning slowly around to face me she covered her small 34C tits with the thongs matching black bra. The look she shot me with her baby-blue eyes stopped my growing erection in its tracks.

"Really Jack? Is that all you ever think about," she asked me coldly.

"Lately, yes," I shot back.

"I told you that I've been extremely busy at the office. Not all of us are on vacation from work like you are," she said.

"If it were just right now, I would understand. But baby, it's been over three weeks since you even let me touch you," I told her with a little anger in my voice.

Sitting on the edge of the bed she reached out and stroked the side of my face before saying, "I know, and I promise to make it up to you. Just not today."

I couldn't help wondering if I had done something to turn her off, or if it really was the extra workload she was under. It wasn't like we've been married forever. Hell, for that matter it's only been a little over three years, so she shouldn't be tired of me yet. This was the peak of her real estate season, and being the top agent in the office did come with some stress. But having to resort to whacking off instead of screwing my beautiful twenty-five year old wife came with its own set of stresses. A healthy twenty-six year old man shouldn't have to revert back to his teenage years to get some relief, that's how I felt about the whole thing anyway. I released the hold on my now flaccid cock. 

"Maybe when I get home tonight we can see about having some fun," Angie said, then got up and finished dressing.

"Yeah," I replied sullenly, knowing that her use of the word "maybe" meant don't hold your breath buster.

Wearing charcoal gray slacks with a silk maroon blouse, her short strawberry-blonde hair neatly combed, she looked down at me and blew a kiss my way. The fullness of her red lipstick covered mouth caused an involuntary groan deep inside me. Before I could say another word she left, the closing of the front door telling me that I was alone. Once again my hand found the limp dick between my legs and softly started stroking. Closing my eyes, I conjured up a mental picture of Angie's tight rear-end and felt my cock begin to stir back to life. Leisurely I let my hand stroke the shaft of my cock while daydreaming of bending Angie over and slamming into her tight shaved cunt. I don't have a porn star sized cock, but it is fatter than average and with a mental picture of Angie's ass in my head, it wasn't long before it expanded to its fully erect seven inches. Faster and faster my fist pumped my rod, until the telltale feelings in my balls warned of an approaching orgasm. Not wanting to ruin the moment by going into the bathroom to finish, plus the fact that I was naked, I just continued to stroke my hard cock hoping to catch the mess on my stomach. 

"Take that Angie," I groaned aloud as my cock erupted in a volcanic geyser of sticky white ropes of cum. Some shot as far as my hair covered chest, but most just landed on my stomach and the hand holding my twitching tool. The slickness of the spunk that had oozed onto my hand helped to rub my pole even harder, prolonging the wonderful bliss I was feeling. Until the damn phone began to ring and ring and ring. I can't catch a break I thought, as my dry hand snagged the phone from the nightstand and brought it to my ear.

"Jack, you there," my sister Catherine almost shouted into phone.

"Yeah, I'm here Cat. What's got you so excited," I asked, still gently rubbing my spunk covered cock and balls.

Catherine, everyone called her Cat, was four years older than me and was the epitome of a Susie-Homemaker. A stay at home mother with one kid, Billy, so named because her husband's name was Bill. My parents had her ten months after they got married, but held off having any more children till yours truly came along. Her and Bill had gotten hitched when I was just turning seventeen so we hadn't spent much time together while I was growing up. Even though we live in a small town now, we still only see each other a few times out of the year. It's not that we don't love each other, it's just that we have our own separate lives and sometimes it is hard to fit get-together times into our schedules. Our parents had sold their home and moved back east after both of us left the nest. We saw them a couple of times since they moved and stayed in contact through phone calls and facebook. The one odd thing about Cat and myself was the fact that our birthdays fell on the same day, only four years apart. How our parents had managed that was a mystery to both of us. I thought that was why she was calling since our birthdays were tomorrow.

"I have a problem and I don't know who else I can talk to about it except you," Cat stated.

"What sort of problem," I asked half-heartedly.

"I don't want to talk about it on the phone. Could you meet me at Neilson's Café as soon as possible," she asked.

Looking at the bedside clock I saw that it was only eight-thirty. Neilson's Café was on the outskirts of town right across the road from the new five-star motel, about a ten-minute drive from my place. I told her I would be there in thirty minutes or less, hung up and hit the shower. 

It only took me twenty-five minutes. When I pulled my truck into the parking lot I spotted Cat's Volvo near the side of the building and parked next to it. Inside I found her sitting at a small table by the window closest to the road. She had her back to me and jumped when I touched her shoulder before taking the chair across from her. It never fails to amaze me how much she and I look alike. We both have brown eyes and black hair; hers long and straight and as usual in a ponytail, while mine is almost military short. She stands a good five-nine in stocking feet and has the same athletic build that I do, although you couldn't tell by the baggy clothes she preferred to wear. It occurred to me that I've never seen her in anything other than loose fitting attire. Why I was wondering what my sister's body looked like was beyond me, I shook the thought from my head.

"What's up sis," I inquired.

At first I thought she hadn't heard me. She sat stiffly in the chair and stared across the road at the motel, her eyes wide and unblinking.

"Hello," I said, rapping on the table with my knuckles.

"Sorry Jack, lost in thought there," she offered as an explanation while turning to face me.

"So what's the problem sis," I asked when the waitress left with my order for just coffee.

Leaning toward me over the table she said in a hushed tone, "I think Bill is cheating on me." 

"What makes you think that," I asked skeptically. 

Her eyes started to mist and her bottom lip quivered slightly as she told me what she knew. Two days ago she had found red lipstick smudges on Bill's shirt collar while putting it in the wash. And yesterday she said she found a piece of paper with a phone number on it. She had called the number and a woman had answered. When I asked if she had talked to the woman, she said she got scared and just hung up. I felt a twinge of sympathy when she also explained that Bill hadn't touched her in almost a month. That was something I could relate to, but still felt a little uncomfortable hearing my sister tell me how her sex life was going.

"Well that doesn't mean he is seeing someone," I chuckled just as my coffee arrived.

"Maybe not. But last night I installed a tracking app on Bill's phone. Care to guess where he is right this minute?"

"Where did you get a tracking app," I asked, sipping some coffee and gazing into her eyes.

"Take a look across the road. Recognize any of the cars over there," Cat asked, ignoring my question about the app.

Turning to face the window I scanned the dozen or so cars parked in the motel parking lot. I was just about to tell her she was seeing things when my eyes roamed over a black BMW that looked vaguely familiar. Sure as shit, there was Bill's beamer complete with the hokey vanity plates BILLY 01 stuck to the rear of it. Being an attorney maybe he had some out of town clients I tried to tell her, but she could hear the skepticism in my voice. When I asked what she wanted to do, she said she was going to wait and see when he comes out, and with whom. Seeing the worry and hurt on her face I told her I would stay too.

"Thank you Jack, I don't know if I'm strong enough to handle this alone," she said reaching across and taking my hand in hers.

"I'll always be here for my big sister," I told her, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. 

"Thank you little brother," she smiled at me.

As it turned out we didn't have long to wait. The rooms at the motel had to be entered through a lobby and it was impossible to tell which room someone had come from. As we watched, Bill and a slender blonde woman strode out the lobby doors and walked to his car. They hugged each other, then climbed into the car and started driving away. Both our eyes were bulging out of their sockets as the car speed off toward town.

"Was that who I thought it was," Cat asked, barely able to speak.

"Yep. That dear sister was my two-timing slut of a wife," I hissed through clinched teeth.

"Son-of-a-bitch," Cat whispered.

We sat there in stunned silence for what felt like hours but was closer to twenty minutes, each of us trying to figure out what to do next. Finally tired of sitting Cat and I went out and she climbed into the front seat of my truck with me. I rolled the windows down and found the pack of stale cigarettes in the glove box I kept for emergency calm-me-downs. I'm pretty sure that this constituted an emergency. I was surprised when Cat asked for one and took a deep drag on it without coughing. 

"Well, that certainly was interesting," Cat finally said, exhaling a large plume of smoke out the window.

"What now sis," I asked.

"The way I see it, we have a few options. We can tell them we know about them; we can just file for divorce; we can say nothing, or we can get even by finding someone to fuck," she spit out angrily. 

"You don't mean that Cat, you're just pissed right now," I said, amazed at her vehemence. 

"Wanna bet! Hell, if you weren't my brother I'd have you fucking my lights out right now," she almost hissed.

"Don't let that stop you," I jokingly replied, hoping to lighten her mood.

She turned in her seat and stared into my eyes. I shivered involuntarily. The look on her face made me feel as if she was sizing me up, like some kind of predator about to devour its prey. It was at that very moment that I realized I didn't know my sister as well as I thought I did.

"So you're saying you would fuck me if the chance arose," she asked calmly, taking another long pull on her cigarette.

"Uh...No Cat. I was just trying to lighten the situation," I stammered.

"You don't find me attractive," she asked, still giving me that odd stare.

"No! I mean...yes, I think you're beautiful. It's just that you're my sister and..." I couldn't think of what to say.

I don't know if it was my imagination or what, but I could swear she licked her lips and let one of her hands slide down over the front of her chest before settling back in the seat. 

"Yeah, I guess that would be wrong," she whispered turning her head to stare out the window.

"You know Cat, we could be wrong about what's going on here," I told her.

"I suppose," she replied from far away.

"How about we take a few days and see if anything new happens," I offered.

"Okay," was all she said before climbing out and heading to her car.

I noticed as she walked away that the baggy sweatshirt and pants couldn't hide the roundness of her ass or the flare of her wide hips. The long strides she took were an obvious sign that she had long legs also. I was a little disgusted at myself when I felt the twitch in my crotch. Maybe Angie was right about what I think about.

The rest of the day was a blur as I puttered around the house trying to stay busy so I wouldn't be thinking about what I'd learned. Angie called at two-thirty and told me she would be working late. I asked why and was given the excuse she had a listing to show, but the clients would be late getting there. After telling her I would either order pizza or run down to the diner for supper I hung up on her. Not fifteen minutes later Cat called and told me that Bill was going to be late also. I decided since both our spouses were going to be late, Cat and I might as well have dinner together.

"Can you get a sitter for Billy," I asked.

"Sure. Why?"

"I thought we could got out to dinner if you feel up to it," I told her.

"Sounds good to me. I'll see if Hazel from next door can watch Billy," she replied cheerfully.

"Call me back when you know," I said and hung up.

Five minutes later she called and said everything was set. We both said we probably weren't going to be very hungry, so we settled on going back to Nielson's Café for burgers or something. When she asked if we were taking both our vehicles I told her I would pick her up in my truck around six. At five I started getting ready for my date with my sister. I showered and shaved then put on a pale blue button-down shirt and blue jeans with cowboy boots. I wasn't really sure why I was getting all duded up to have dinner with my sister, or why I was getting butterflies in my stomach either.

At 6pm I pulled up in front of Cat's house and was just about to get out when she came out the door. My jaw dropped as she walked toward my truck. On her feet were black sandals with straps that circled up to the middle of her calves. The form-hugging blue knit dress she wore showed off all her curves in the right places. It had a plunging neckline that showed the tops of large breasts, larger than I remembered her having anyway. Judging by the way they jiggled when she walked I was sure she was braless. A wide silver zipper that zipped from the top downward held the knee length dress closed. When she got close enough I saw that she was wearing her hair in a ponytail and had also put on some blue eye shadow and red lipstick. The dress was too tight around her thighs to allow enough movement for her to climb into the cab of the truck. I watched wide-eyed as she hoisted the zipper up to the middle of her thighs then clambered into the cab, flashing me a brief glimpse of pink panties in the process. Sister or no sister the sight of her made my cock lurch in my pants. 

"Ready," she said after settling in.

"I guess we both went a little overboard for dinner at a café," I remarked before taking off down the road.

"Looks that way," she laughed, and then said, "I just wanted to look nice for a change." 

"You look gorgeous sis," I replied in a weak voice.

As luck would have it we ended up getting the same table we had that morning. Once our orders had been taken we both scanned the motel parking area. Catching ourselves staring over at the motel we cracked up laughing, both realized it was no accident that we had chosen to eat here. Fortunately there was no sign of either of our spouse's cars in the lot. With burgers in our tummies we sat back and made small talk while sipping what had to be this morning's leftover coffee.

"You know, they have a cocktail lounge with live music over there," Cat stated, pointing toward the motel.

"Sounds good to me," I responded.

We paid our bill, or I should say, I paid the bill, then we went out into the evening air. Instead of driving over we decided to walk the short distance. As we crossed the street Catherine slipped her arm through mine and held on to it until we reached the lounge entrance. Being a weekday we were informed there was no live band, but there was a jukebox and dancing was allowed. We settled into a booth near the tiny dance floor and since I was driving I ordered a beer while Cat had a margarita. By the time I finished my first beer Cat was working steadily on her second drink, something that surprised me since I knew she wasn't much of a drinker. Our conversations ranged from old times to the present but never broached the subject of our spouses. She even managed to talk me onto the dance floor for a couple fast western songs. There wasn't much of a crowd in the place but when someone played a slow song on the jukebox Cat asked me to dance.

On the dance floor she wrapped her arms around my neck and placed her head on my shoulder. My arms went around her waist and I put both hands on her back just above the swell of her ass. Neither of use were used to dancing with each other, especially to a slow romantic ballad, so we awkwardly spun slowly around in a circle.

"Do you think I'm pretty, Jack," Cat whispered, her face nuzzled in against my neck.

The softness of her breasts pressed into my chest and the feel of her supple body against mine had the inevitable effects on me. I could feel her lower stomach rubbing on my crotch, and no matter how hard I tried, I wasn't able to prevent my cock from creating a huge bulge in the front of my jeans.

"I think you are absolutely beautiful Cat," I whispered back, pulling her in closer to me.

"I guess you do little brother," she purred, letting me know she felt the bulge too.

The next song was also a slow one, but we only made it halfway through before the turning in a circle dancing we were doing forced us to return to our booth, our heads spinning a little too much. The evening wore on with me drinking two more beers and Cat downing three more margaritas. Surprisingly, her speech was only slightly slurred and I had to admit that I was having a great time with her.

"I think I'm drunk brother," she giggled after killing off her drink.

"You think!" I replied with a chuckle of my own.

"Yepers. You will probably have to carry me to your pick-em-up truck and pour me into it," she snickered.

That's almost what I had to do. She had to lean heavily onto me as we made our way back across to the café. Nielson's was closed by now and my truck was the only vehicle in the parking lot. I helped Cat to the passenger side and opened the door for her, but when she tried to climb in her dress didn't let her spread her legs wide enough. Giggling, she reached down and tugged the zipper up until it reached almost to her waist. Standing in front of her I had a clear view of her lacey pink panties. With her back to the cab and her hands holding the roof she tried to slide backwards up onto the seat. 

Offering to help, I stepped in close to her and took hold of her under her armpits and lifted. She was almost in when her butt slipped off the seat and she fell forward. I caught her around the waist just in time to prevent her from falling to the ground. Her legs were spread to either side of mine and she had thrown her arms around my neck for support. With her weight on me I had to step in closer in order to maintain my own balance. Being up partially on the seat placed her crotch and mine in a direct line and as I moved in they connected forcefully. 

Her eyes and mine widened when we felt the bulge in my pants press into her soft mound. I don't know what came over her but she grabbed the back of my head and brought my lips to hers in a smoldering, passion fueled kiss. I didn't resist. Instead I returned the kiss with a fire all my own and started running my hands up and down her back. When her mouth opened I darted my tongue inside, only to be met by her tongue coming to meet mine. I was completely lost in the moment and I brought my right hand around to cup her full left breast and squeezed it gently. A moan escaped her lips and she lowered one of her hands to my crotch and began to roughly rub my rapidly growing cock through the jeans.




Betrayed



Letting go of her tit I moved my hand down onto the front of her panties and found the crease of her cleft with my index finger. Gently I ran my finger the length of her slit feeling her heat increase the more I rubbed. Breaking the battle our tongues were doing I began to kiss her on the face, and then down to the front of her neck. I could hear her breathing becoming labored as I worked my lips down toward her chest. 

Carefully, I used my fingers to slide the leg opening of her panties to one side before sliding my index finger between the folds of her very wet pussy lips. She let out a gasp and laid back onto the seat as my entire finger sank deep into her slick tight opening. Moving it gently in and out I began to finger fuck my sister as I moved my mouth down her body until I was close enough to smell her arousal. With my left hand kneading her breast, my finger stuck into her cunt, I lowered my mouth onto her sensitive clit and started licking her bud feverously. Pulling my finger out of her and using it to keep her panties out of the way, I clamped my mouth over her slit and plunged my tongue up into her hot wet tunnel.

"OOOOOHHHHHHHHH!!" she screamed as her cunt bucked violently against my mouth.

Her loud orgasmic moan snapped me back to reality and I stumbled back away from her. Panic racked my brain as I realized that I had been eating out my own sister. What had come over me I wondered? Cat was still lying on the seat as I gazed into the truck; her panties had slipped back into place but only enough to cover one of her outer pussy lips. The light from the cafes neon sign was bright enough to see my saliva on the exposed puffy one. Slowly, as if in a trance, Cat sat up on the seat and just stared at me.

"God Cat, I'm so, so, sorry. I don't know what came over me," I cried in a trembling voice.

"Let's go home," she said softly, adjusting herself in the seat but not fixing the way her panties were riding between her wet lips.

The ride home was done in silence. I don't think either of us knew what to say. When we pulled up in front of her house she turned to me, placed a hand on the side of my face and kissed my cheek.

"I had a wonderful time. Thanks Jack," she said, then climbed out and went inside.

Her parting words resonated inside my head as I pulled away. At home I found Angie in bed more asleep than awake. She asked where I'd been and seemed relieved when I told her that Cat and I had gone out together. 

"That reminds me. Tomorrow's your birthdays and Bill and I have a surprise for both of you," she said sleepily.

"What kind of surprise," I asked.

"Cat will have all you need to know, but you will need to pick her up tomorrow around one o'clock," was all she said before I heard a soft snoring coming from her.

After washing my face I got in bed and tried to spoon Angie. She mumbled something about being tired and scooted further away from me. Par for the coarse I grumbled to myself and rolled onto my back, put my hands behind my head and stared at the ceiling. Every time I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, the image of Cat's puffy outer pussy lip crept into my head. The more I thought about how her cunt had slammed into my face as my tongue worked in and out of her, the harder my cock got. I knew Angie wasn't going to give it up tonight, and I also knew that I wasn't getting any sleep until I relieved my blue balls. Stealthily as possible I got up and headed to the bathroom. Thirteen minutes later I was back in bed and dreaming of how my sister had sounded when she orgasmed.

Angie was nowhere in sight when I woke at eight the next morning. I did find a note taped on the fridge that said she had went into the office early. Sure she did, I thought sarcastically as I drank my first cup of coffee. It was close to nine o'clock, while I was nursing my third cup, when Cat called.

"I need you to get over here right now," she said without so much as a how-do-you do.

"Happy birthday to you too," I said.

"Listen! Just get over here, you won't believe what I have to tell you," she spouted then hung up.

Throwing on a wife-beater tank top, baggy cut-offs and tennis shoes I made it to Cat's house in fifteen minutes flat. She answered the door dressed in a fluffy white full-length robe with a sash tied tightly around her waist. Little Billy was already in school so Cat was alone in the house. We went into the kitchen were she told me to have a seat at the dinning table. After fixing us each a cup of coffee she sat across from me, reached inside the robe and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. I took the one she offered and after lighting up waited for her to say something, fearful that this was about last night.

"Bill and your wife want us to meet them at the Oxnard Inn at one o'clock today," she finally said. 

"The Oxnard Inn? Isn't that the motel we saw them..." I didn't finish.

"The very same," she answered.

"Do you know why?"

"All Bill said was that they have a surprise for us," she told me.

"That's what Angie told me last night," I let her know.

"I'm so fucking pissed! Can you imagine the gall of those two? Wanting us to meet them at the same place they're using to fuck each other," she spat.

"We still don't know if that's what they were doing there," I reminded her.

"What else could it be," she said before adding, "And I think you feel it's true also."

"I just don't know Cat," I tried to reason with her.

"You obviously thought so yesterday, or you wouldn't have munched my box like you did," she said with a twinkle in her eyes.

"I really don't know why I did that Cat. Something just came over me and I couldn't stop myself. I truly am sorry for hurting you," I said apologetically. 

Standing up she walked to my side of the table and pulled my head to her chest. 

"Oh baby brother. You didn't hurt me," she said soothingly.

Turning in my chair so that I was able to put my arms around her waist, I let her stroke my hair while my face nuzzled in-between her breasts. 

"What happened last night was special to me. I'm just surprised you didn't finish what you started," Cat whispered in my ear as her hands undid the sash of her robe.

"What are you doing Cat!!" I stammered as she backed up a step and parted the robe.

"What I've been wanting to do since last night," she said.

Stunned, I sat there and watched as the robe slid off her shoulders and landed in a heap at her bare feet. I could not stop my eyes from roaming up and down her tall womanly figure. Her breasts were easily a 36D with a small sag to them from having little Billy. The dark brown areolas were the size of a half dollar capped by small hard nipples. My eyes traveled down over her flat stomach, past her wide hips and came to rest on the small black patch of pubic hair that barely covered her mound. 

"Stand up," she commanded me.

Like a robot I stood and remained motionless as she approached. Her eyes remained fixed on mine as her hands deftly undid my pants then lowered them and my boxers down around my ankles, freeing my burgeoning penis. Slowly she sank to her knees, and before I could protest my cock disappeared inside the warmth and wetness of her mouth. I could feel the tip of her tongue caress the underside of my mushroom head each time she pulled her mouth almost off my cock. With one hand holding on to my ass, she used the other one to gently roll my balls around inside their sack. I was becoming delirious with pleasure from the way she was slowly sucking my cock into the depths of her throat. Suddenly she stopped and stood up. Placing her hands on the hem of my shirt she tugged it upwards forcing me to lift my arms before she was able to remove it. Throwing the shirt on the floor, she placed her hands delicately on my hairy chest and forced me backwards. 

I figured out what she wanted, so I reached behind me and turned the chair so I could sit leaning back in it. Once my ass landed on the seat she straddled both my thighs and the chair, bringing her soft spongy tits directly into my face. As if my hands had minds of their own they reached up and took hold of both tits while I buried my face between the warm soft flesh. Leaning my head back slightly, I pressed her milky globes together until her nipples were almost touching, then covered both stiff points with my lips.

"Oh yes," she murmured, softly holding the back of my head with both her hands.

The very wrongness of what we were doing only fueled the lust I was feeling at this moment. My cock throbbed and grew harder than I've ever been before, almost to the point of being painful. With one hand on the back of my head pushing my mouth gently forward on her nipples, Cat let her other hand slide down through the hair on my chest before it continued down between our bodies. Moaning softly she reached my twitching member and grasped it tenderly at the base. While holding it upwards between her legs she lowered herself until I felt the puffy outer lips separate and accept the bulbous head of my cock. Lower and lower she sank, until I could feel the smoldering heat of her walls completely surrounding my shaft. Once she was all the way down on me she relaxed her legs, and it felt like I slipped even further into her molten heat.

"Oh shit Jack. You're a lot bigger than I thought you were," she cooed.

With her nipples no longer in my mouth I began lazily raining kisses up and down the side of her neck. The hairs on my chest must have been tickling her nipples because it felt like they had gotten harder all of a sudden. Neither of us moved as she sat there with my raging stiffness buried to the hilt inside her. I could feel her tiny spasms along the length of my cock, causing my pole to twitch erratically against the velvety smoothness of her wet tunnel.

"God Cat, this is so wrong," I protested weakly.

"I know," she replied softly before sinking her teeth gently into the top of my shoulder.

Gently she began rocking her hips forward and backwards, working the head of my penis in small circles inside her cunt. I put my hands on her ass and helped her gyrate on my lap until we had a smooth rhythm established. This went on for at least five minutes before she planted her feet on the floor and lifted up until just the very tip of my cock was lodged between her pussy lips. I almost busted a nut when without warning, she dropped forcefully back down slamming my rod deeply up inside her. She repeated this a couple of times before settling into a leisurely up and down motion. Her fluids coated my shaft and I could feel the air hitting my cock each time she rode upwards.

"Yes...yes...yes..." she repeated with each downward thrust.

"I think I'm gonna cum Cat," I whispered hoarsely.

"Wait for me Jack," she implored, increasing the tempo of her up and down thrusts.

Up and down, up and down. Faster and faster she fucked me, her rock hard nipples scraping against my chest. I tried to match her thrust but wasn't able to, so I did what I could to help my cock penetrate as deeply as possible. The sounds of her rough breathing and the wet sloshing noise coming from our colliding genitalia spurred us on. With her teeth once again digging into my shoulder she forced her cunt roughly up and down on my slickened pole. Grabbing her ass with one hand, and holding her tightly to me with the other, I stood up and swung her over the dining table. With her sitting on the edge of the table she leaned all the way down until she was lying on her back. Spreading her legs by her ankles I began to mercilessly pound into her sopping wet hole. Lying on her back I watched as her tits bounced and jiggled and her lust filled eyes glared at me. Her nostrils flared right before I felt her cunt clamp around my swollen cock. She opened her mouth wide and tried to scream but nothing came out at first. Her juices poured out around my shaft and the slap, slap, slap of my balls on her wet ass echoed off the walls.

"CAAAAAT!!" I bellowed as my spunk shot out and flooded the insides of her convulsing cunt.

"OOOHHHH MYYYY GOD!!" she finally screamed, her orgasm exploding deep inside her.

With labored breath we clung to each other, me gently lying over her with her legs wrapped around my waist holding my softening penis inside her soaked pussy. When my breathing was under control I leaned up enough to look into my sister's eyes. All I saw there was love, the same thing she was seeing in mine.

"Happy birthday little brother," she whispered, with a smile on her glowing face.

"Happy birthday to you big sis," I returned.

For some reason after we untangled ourselves, we became quite shy and hurriedly got dressed. We agreed that I would pick her up in time to reach the motel. After a long shower, I changed and waited till it was time to get Cat. She was waiting and ran out and climbed into the truck as soon as I arrived. When I asked what we were supposed to do when we got there, she showed me a note Bill had left for her. It said we were to go to room 214 and just walk right in. Both of us exchanged puzzled looks before I pulled away and headed to the unknown.

When we got there we went through the lobby and took the stairs to the second floor. Room 214 was down at the end of the hall and we just stood in front of it for a while, working up the nerve to open it. Each of us had thoughts running rampantly through our minds as to what we would see on the other side. None of them pleasant. Cat took my hand in hers as I reached out shakily, turned the knob and pushed the door wide open.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!" four voices rang out in unison.

Both Cat's and my own eyes bulged, and our jaws dropped as we stared into the room. On the left side were Bill and Angie, large smiles plastered to their faces. Directly in the center of the room stood our parents.

As it was explained to us later that evening, Bill and Angie had spent the last couple of weeks setting up all the travel and lodging arrangements for Mom and Dad. Our parents had arrived four days ago and our spouses had spent a lot of time keeping them company until they could spring their surprise on us. Cat and I were speechless, and each time we looked at each other for the rest of the day our faces burned bright red. This was certainly a birthday that my sister and I would never forget.