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Republic

By: odlum



The rain lashed against the windows. A small pool of water began to form at the edge of the doorway. Teresa shook her head in disgust as she carried a tray full of dirty dishes back towards the kitchen. Her help had quit in the morning and now this storm. What else could go wrong? She bit her lip and cursed softly. Two years ago, the town had begun a revitalization of Main Street. However, the state had cancelled the funding due to budget restraints. Now every time there was a heavy rain the restaurant's basement flooded. She placed the tray on the already cluttered counter and headed for the cellar door. 

A few steps down the stairs reassured her everything was all right. The sump pump was whirring. The two freezers were high and dry on the their concrete block supports and their monitor lights blinked green to indicate that everything was OK. "Please God, keep the power on during this storm. I don't need..." Her silent prayer was interrupted by the sound of the antique bell that rang every time the restaurant door opened and closed. "Shit!" she muttered and hurried back up the stairs.

"We're..." her statement was stopped by the sight of the customer who stood with his back to her, in a pool of water just inside the door. He looked like a drowned rat. He was stripping off his rain gear and his leather jacket. He placed everything over the back of a chair near the table by the door. Small pools of rainwater soon formed by the chair legs. She watched intently and then started again. "Excuse me, sir, but we're..."

"Ohhh," Her voice startled him and he turned to face her. "I'm really sorry ma'am. I've been riding for hours in this rain and you're the only place that was open. If you give me a rag or a mop, I'll clean up the water." His tone was apologetic but self-assured. Teresa silently studied the figure before her. He was in his fifties, about six feet tall, with an athletic build. His T-shirt had a large wet V down its front, and he was obviously cold and tired. Teresa sighed. She knew she could not send him back out into the storm.

"Look, I was just closing up," she began. "The grills turned off but if..."

He held up his hands. "No, no, just a cup of coffee and a piece of pie would be fine. Please don't go to any trouble. I just appreciate getting out of the rain for a little bit."

"The coffee's stale." She replied in a resigned tone. "I'll brew a new pot. I could use a cup too. Would apple pie be OK?"

"That would be great," came the reply. "But please don't go to any trouble. Where is your washroom?"

Teresa pointed to her left. "It's over there and down the hall. The light switch is just inside the door."

"Thanks," he replied as he walked past her and down the hall. Teresa thought she could hear the squish of his sodden boots as he walked by. She just shook her head and headed towards the kitchen.

The preparation of the coffee and the apple pie was interrupted by the noise of dishes and cutlery. Teresa peered out the doorway and into the restaurant. The customer was clearing tables and stacking the dishes on the stool counter by the kitchen door. As he approached the counter with another handful of dishes, their eyes met. "Just trying to help out. I appreciate your kindness and I worked in a..."

Her curt "Whatever..." cut him off. He stood there holding the last of the dirty plates and coffee mugs and watched her backside disappear back into the kitchen. "Nice ass, but a tough nut," he thought to himself and placed the dishes on the counter. He seated himself on a stool and waited. 

A few minutes later, she reappeared with a tray. "Brewed my own special coffee. The apple pie's hot, so watch it." The words were delivered in a quick staccato that indicated she was used to getting her own way. "Hope you like it with cheese, I do." The statement was not meant to inspire comment.

"Well, whatever..." he boldly responded with a grin. "I just appreciate all the extra effort you have gone to, Teresa."

"What the...? How do you know my..." 

His finger pointing to the spot just above her left breast stopped her mid question. "I was going to ask what you called the other one but..."

"But you saw my winning smile and thought better of it, didn't you?" she admonished and they both started to laugh. 

"My name is John, and I really do appreciate your hospitality." He extended his hand. Teresa was caught off guard. There was a brief awkward moment. She was trying to remove her apron. It caught on the back of her head. She wrestled with it and placed it over the dishes on the counter. She blushed when she realized his hand was still extended. When she shook it, she felt a warm confidence in spite of its cold grip. 

"You're still cold!" she explained as she involuntarily clutched his hand with both of hers and then released. "That coffee should warm you up," she said as she grabbed some cutlery and started to walk around the counter to the stools.

"Is there any cream for the..."

"I recommend the coffee as it is." She stated. Then with a laugh she said, "Controlling bitch, aren't I?"

Teresa inadvertently traced her fingers across his shoulders when she walked past him. The touch surprised John. It was as if she was trying to soften her demeanor. She placed a fork and a napkin by his plate and sat beside him. The pie was excellent. The coffee was superb. It was liberally laced with brandy. However, it was her smile and the pleasant conversation that John enjoyed the most. They obliterated the storm until a giant thunderclap shook the restaurant.

"Lord love a fucking duck!" shrieked a startled Teresa as she turned towards the windows. "Jesus, what a storm! Look at the water in the street! Unless your bike can swim, you had better move it pretty damn quick!" It was more of a command than a comment. Teresa hurriedly explained the fiasco of the Main Street re-development as she helped John back into his rain suit. It was the casual touch of her fingers against his cheek and the words "...please be careful..." that helped John keep the big bike upright through the mud and water that was now the roadway. He followed her directions and found himself slithering through a laneway and up an alley to the back of the restaurant. John could see her small, welcoming, silhouette in the light of the kitchen door as he parked the bike beside a Camray that had seen better days. 

"Bring your stuff in too," she shouted above the sound of the storm. "I wouldn't even send my fucking ex-husband out on a night like this!" Dumbfounded, John followed her instructions and hauled his bags into the kitchen.

Teresa suggested that he head upstairs to her apartment and get into some dry clothes. John insisted on helping clean up the restaurant before going up stairs. There was a short discussion. It ended in laughter and John tying on an apron. In an hour, they were finished. Teresa was impressed with his quiet efficiency. It was obvious that he had worked in a kitchen. He had quickly mastered the complicated operation of her old dishwasher and he wasn't afraid to scrub the pots and pans piled in the sink. 

Teresa secured the doors, closed the blinds, turned off restaurant lights, checked the basement sump pump, and now was standing at her apartment stairway watching John wipe down the counter tops and hang the towels over the edge of the sink. Apprehension and excitement griped her. He turned and caught her glance. "Voila, all done," he said stretching out his arms to show her the tidied kitchen. He took a step forward. The slosh of his boots could be heard over the whirr of the refrigerator. "Jesus, you still have on those wet boots. I'm sorry, I should have offered you..."

John cut her off. "Hey! It's OK. I'm a big boy. You've been more than kind. I'll just slip them off now and leave them by the door to dry."

A short discussion occurred. His boots and socks were soon drying, with the aid of the pilot light, in the oven and John was following Teresa up the stairs to her apartment. As he climbed the stairs, John watched the motion Teresa's jean pockets. Their movements were slow, teasing, and tantalizing. Was she trying to suggest something? Fortunately, his bags prevented his hands from reaching out and touching. 

Once within the apartment, she turned on the lights and demanded. "Well what do you think?" John didn't know what to say. She impatiently repeated her question and directed his gaze to the room before them. Her apartment was a surprise. It was a large oak paneled loft. "It was a lawyer's office," her words began to swim around John's ears. The apartment was considerably colder than the hot kitchen. The hardwood floor was cold on his bare feet. His clothes were damp and in the case of his jeans, completely soaked through. He began to shiver and to shake. 

He broke into her monologue. "Look, I don't mean to be rude, but I must get out of these wet clothes. I'm getting really cold. Is there a place where I could change?"

"Oh, John, I'm so sorry, you need to get warm. Follow me" She led him into the bathroom and started to draw him a bath. Put your wet and dirty clothes by the washer and dryer over there. I'll get you something to warm you up." She left closing the bathroom door behind her. 

The bath felt great. It soothed his tired body. He was luxuriating in its warmth until a knock at the door and the words "Cover up sexy, I'm coming in," startled him out of his enjoyment. There was no place to hide in the six foot, claw foot tub that sat in the centre of the bathroom floor. Nonchalance was his only protection. 

Teresa entered dressed in a white terry robe and carrying two steaming mugs. "Here hold these," she said as she approached the tub. She immediately shed the robe and climbed into the tub. Her casual nakedness excited him but John strived to maintain his relaxed manner and handed her one of the mugs. "They're hot tot ties," she remarked as she knelt between his legs and rested her elbows on her thighs cradling the mug with both hands. Her tiny body was nestled comfortably between his legs in a modestly provocative pose. John leaned back in the tub, his elbows resting on the sides and his calves touching her hips. 

John sipped his drink and studied her. She was probably only 5 feet tall and maybe weighed maybe 100 pounds. Her closed cropped gray-blond hair shaped her face and emphasized her brilliant green eyes. She was fit with a taunt stomach and small breasts. 

John sipped at the drink and could feel the warm and relaxing effects of the alcohol. Emptying the mug, he placed it on the floor. He lay back in the tub and closed his eyes. Teresa gulped back the remainder of her drink. It seemed to give her courage. She placed the mug in the soap dish and studied the man before her as she started to rub the tops of his thighs with her hands. He was about her age with an athletic build. His face was deeply tanned and accented by a short gray beard. His legs felt strong. She increased the pressure of her touch. He moved slightly to give her greater access. Encouraged she started to rub his stomach and chest.

The feeling created by Teresa's hands as they moved across his body energized and tantalized John. He felt a stirring in his groin. As she leaned forward to rub his chest, the sides of her breasts brushed against his thighs. 

Teresa's nipples hardened. She could feel the gentle squeeze of John's thighs. The increased friction on her breasts as she moved to massage his chest excited her. John's hands at that moment traced a path down her back and began to cup and knead her buttocks. Teresa responded to John's touch and repositioned her body. Now she straddled him. Leaning forward and she presented her breasts to his mouth. First one nipple and then another was deeply sucked. Beneath his hands, Teresa's ass mirrored the rhythm the sucking. His squeezed her buttocks. Then with slow tantalizing movements, his fingers investigated her crack and touched her wetness.

John's tongue flicked back and forth across the surface of her nipple. His teeth scraped across its base. Teresa started. Her hips began to writhe. John felt his penis harden, teased by her pubic hair as she moved her pelvis against him. John's fingers traced the outline of her labia, brushed against her hood, and teased her clit. Her breath now came in short gasps. John's fingers penetrated her hot wetness. Teresa began to gyrate and the bath water sloshed. It was not long before the fingers of his other hand found her anus. The warm water and her movements meant that his index finger was soon past her tight anal ring. Teresa's back arched as she cried out."Oh! Oh you bu...Oh! Ohhh!" John's finger now worked wildly in and out against her tightening sphincter. "Oh Jesus! Fuck my ass!" Teresa commanded. John sucked hard on her nipple. His fingers worked feverously in and out of her holes. A series of erotic screams reverberated around the bathroom. Her body convulsed wildly and large amounts of bath water slopped onto the floor.

The storm still raged outside while inside the gas fireplace provided warmth and the candles Teresa had placed around the bedroom alcove produced a cozy glow. The lovers cuddled in bed. Teresa's lips caressed John's ear. Her legs hugged his. 

She enjoyed making love to this man. She felt safe as John's hand gently outlined her face. Each time his fingers touched her lips she softly nibbled at his fingertips. She savored the feel of his other hand as it massaged the small of her back and the curve of her buttocks. The massage strokes drew closer her hot dampness. She felt her wetness grow. The excitement in her body increased as she gently ran her fingers over his chest and stomach. Her hand traced large circles. With each sweep, her little finger teased through his public hair. Teresa was pleased that with each touch his member become more rigid and his breathing deeper

Teresa's soft contact at the base of his cock and the caress of her tongue on his fingertips excited John. Her hips moved slightly and his fingers slipped easily into her crack. They first circled her anus and then moved down to rub her labia. Teresa arched her back and presented her breasts to his mouth. John sucked hard on her walnut sized nipples. Teresa sighed and ground her pelvis against his hard cock. His finger found her clit. She shuddered. She grabbed his penis and moaned, "I want your cock inside me. But first we need a little something..." She leaned over and opened the drawer of the bedside table. "I have not used one of these since I booted out my husband. Hope I can still make them work," she laughed and ripped open a package. John continued to rub her clit with his thumbs, as Teresa manipulated the condom. Each was enjoying the touch and the feel of the other. Then Teresa maneuvered his sheathed penis into her vagina and rode him until they both screamed.

Morning found John standing naked at the front window of the apartment staring out at the blue sky and drying street. He sensed, more than heard Teresa's presence. He enjoyed the feel of her breasts as they pushed into his back when her arms circled his body. No words were spoken. They just enjoyed the warmth of each other's body. One of her hands began to stroke his left nipple the other gently began to rub his penis. "When do you have to leave?" she softly whispered recognizing the inevitable. 

"Mmmm..." he sighed. He paused enjoying her touch. "I have to be in Seattle for work tomorrow," he declared with a trace of regret. A gentle tug and a push turned him around. Teresa buried her face in his chest and John kissed her hair and hugged her. Teresa fought back the tears as John gently stroked her cheek. 

Choking back the emotion that was building in her throat she said in a jesting tone, "I know it's a cliché, but would you like another piece of pie?"

John laughed. "Is the restaurant open?"

"Only to stranded motorcyclists," she quipped as she led him back to the bedroom alcove.

Republic Ch. 02



All the cards looked the same. Besides, he did not really know what he wanted. He just needed a thank-you card. It was nearly 6 PM. He was the last customer and the staff was preparing to close. Overwhelmed, John began to walk towards the door. Suddenly something caught his eye. There on a shelf was a box containing a collection of antique motorcycle note cards: Norton, Matchless, and Ariel. They were blank inside. Perfect he thought. He had found what he wanted now he just had to figure out what to write and where to send the card.

John sat at his desk in the den. A baseball game on TV provided the background noise as he examined the box of cards. He chose a card with a hand drawn picture of an Ariel 4 Square on the front. "This motorcycle is like me," he affirmed to himself. "Unique, old, and treasured only by the true connoisseur. I wonder if she appreciates me. I'm definitely an acquired taste. Just ask my ex-wives!" He laughed, opened the card, and began to write. The easy part was soon over. "Now here's the rub, you old fool," he mumbled to himself. "You can't just write Teresa, Republic, Washington on the envelope and expect the note to get there, asshole! Her last name, her address, or even the name of the restaurant might be helpful!" John began his search on the Internet. He discovered the town history and little else. The Internet phone books were useless without a last name. A friendly AT&T operator was just that, friendly and could provide little information. However, she did suggest that he contact the local police department and provided the telephone number.

Late the next afternoon, when everyone had left the office, John made the call. He found himself talking to a jovial sergeant who seemed to have all the time in the world. 

"Well, you could be talking about only one person. That's Teresa Schwartz. That's one feisty gal. She owns the Everett Bar & Grill, on Clark Street. You know, right on Highway 20 there..." The more or less one sided conversation continued for nearly 10 minutes. Obviously there was not much real police work to do in Republic. John copied down the information he needed, thanked the officer profusely, and hung up the phone. He carefully removed the envelope from the inside of his jacket pocket. With a shaking hand, he addressed it. John found a stamp in his secretary's cash box. John made sure he put in the correct change and a note to ensure that everything balanced. He did not need to complicate his life by upsetting the strict order of the office petty cash. A trip to the post office extended his drive home. There he stood frozen before the post box for a few seconds. "Oh hell, what have I got to loose?" he muttered to himself. Then he pulled back the drop door, threw in the envelope, and headed off to his lonely apartment.

After the weekend with John, the restaurant felt the same but somehow it was different to Teresa. The same customers arrived, ate, and left. The help wanted sign still hung again in the window. Nevertheless, Teresa's step was a little lighter, her smile a little brighter, and she nursed a hopeful emptiness. Nevertheless, with each passing day a little bit of the happiness faded and the emptiness grew. By Friday, Teresa optimistically awaited the arrival of Mildred and the mail. Mildred was Republic's postmistress. Everyday at 4:30, she dropped off Teresa's mail, shared some coffee, and the local gossip. However, this Friday there was no time for coffee or gossip. Mildred and her husband were heading off for a wild weekend in Winthrop, but more important for Teresa, there was no mail. 

As the days turned into weeks, the summer heat became oppressive. Working over the restaurant stove was cruel torture, but what was even harsher for Teresa was the realization that she had opened herself to a stranger, risked it all, and lost. She had hoped for a telephone call an email, a letter, or even a postcard, but nothing came. What more could she expect? They had not even exchanged telephone numbers or addresses, let alone last names. It would remain the perfect summer memory. It had been the ideal one night strand. The only problem was Teresa wanted more.

The hot August days dragged on and life returned to normal. Then one afternoon it all changed. She heard the antique bell over the door announce another customer. She glanced at the clock. It was 4:32. It was Mildred. The sweat dripped from Teresa's face onto the grill as she worked the cleaning stone back and forth. She still had not been able to find steady help and the long days of doing everything were killing her. 

"Hi, Teresa. It's only me," came Mildred's cheery voice from counter. "Shall I pour you a cup of coffee?"

"Sure, and will you flip over the closed sign. I've had it for today," came Teresa's tired reply from the kitchen.

"I've already done that.... Isn't this heat something awful?" Over the sound of the coffee being poured and the scrape of the cleaning stone, Teresa heard, "And by the way, sweetie, you've got mail!"

"Oh great just what I need right now some surprise bills and more junk mail."

"No honey, I mean, you got mail! I've known you for 25 years. Who the hell do you know in Seattle?"

Teresa's heart stopped. She put down the cleaning stone, wiped her hands on her apron, and walked slowly into the restaurant and joined Mildred at the table. Beside her coffee cup was the mail. Mildred had placed the small hand addressed envelope on the top of the pile. Teresa sipped her coffee and stared at the pile of mail. Her stomach was in knots and she had to hold onto her cup with both hands to ensure that she did not spill it. "Well, aren't you going to open it?" inquired Mildred.

Teresa bit her lip and put down her coffee cup. She took a deep breath. Her eyes never left the envelope. Her voice quivered as she spoke. " No not now," she whispered. "It probably from Frank's niece. I think she lives in Seattle. Probably a wedding invitation or Frank's death notice or something..." Her voice trailed off.

"Look, you got to banish those thoughts about that no good ex of yours from your mind forever! Now you need to know, whoever wrote that envelope got the zip code wrong. That's why it took so long to get here. It went to Tonasket first." Mildred knew better then to pursue the topic of Teresa's ex-husband any further. "Maybe it's from a secret admirer," she added teasingly, hoping to defuse some of the tension that was now around the table. Teresa just laughed, but the laugh was hollow. In the silence that followed Mildred quickly finished her coffee. "Look, I got to go. Have a good night, sweetie, and stay cool," she said as she rose and headed towards the door.

"Thanks for bringing the mail," called Teresa to the closing door. Mildred did not see the smile that was now on Teresa's face, the tear that trickled down her cheek or the way she gently rearranged the mail pile before returning to the kitchen.

The soft hum of the window air conditioner and the crack of the melting ice in the glass of Jack and ginger were the only sounds heard in Teresa's loft. She silently sat at her kitchen table staring at the envelope before her. She knew who had sent it. However, she was afraid to open it. Finally, she fortified her courage with a long hard swallow of her drink and ripped open the envelope. 

The picture of the antique motorbike pleased her. "Just like him," she thought. Teresa slowly opened the card and read the words aloud. "Thanks for your rainy day hospitality. I have not enjoyed a weekend as much in a very long time. I would like to see you again. Hugs and kisses, John." Her voice faltered as she read once more, "...I would like to see you again. Hugs and Kisses." She clutched the card to her chest, bit her lip, and cried. Teresa could not figure out whether she was happy or sad or just plain scared. Glancing again at the writing, she saw that he had written on the inside of the cover of the card, his home address, his telephone number, and his email address. All she knew is that the card was over two weeks old. If she was going to do anything, Teresa had to do it soon. 

The kitchen tile felt cool against her bare feet as she approached the counter and eyed both the telephone and her laptop. She reached for the phone and froze. What would she say?

The TV blared out the baseball game in the background. John worked at his desk. The sweaty beer bottle brought its coaster with it as John picked it up. He didn't notice. As usual, he was trying to kill the loneliness of the evening by multitasking: writing his ultimate novel, surfing the net, hoping for email, and watching the ballgame. The Mariners were winning. At least something was going right. As he lifted the bottle to his lips, the coaster fell onto the keyboard and the screen went blank. John stifled to urge to use the F word, picked up the coaster, placed it and the beer bottle back on the desk, and apprehensively tapped the spacebar.

The email program flashed onto the screen. Highlighted was new mail. Nevertheless, it was from someone he did not know. His finger was just about to hit the delete key, but he paused. He opened it instead. A cryptic message appeared on the screen. His heart stopped.

"John, My zip code is 99166 not 98855. I enjoyed myself too. My phone number is 509-555-0001. Teresa

They had exchanged emails and long romantic telephone calls. This Labor Day weekend rendezvous was the result. John had missed most of the heavy holiday traffic by leaving work at 1:30. He had turned up the wick on the big V4 and the miles had literally melted away under the motorcycle wheels. Now he was rapidly approaching the outskirts of Republic over an hour ahead of schedule. Remembering the advice of the friendly sergeant, he dropped the bike down into third gear and watched the speedometer needle fall below 35 as he passed through the hidden speed trap. He waved. He wanted to stop and say thank you, but he wanted to see Teresa more. Soon he was negotiating the laneway and alley to the back of Teresa's restaurant. He parked again beside the well-worn Camry, unloaded his saddlebags, and headed to the kitchen door. He knocked. The sound of his knock reverberated through the empty kitchen. Impatiently he knocked again.

"Hold on, hold on, I'm coming for Christ's sake." He heard the sound of footsteps hurriedly descending the stairs. The door swung open. "Damn it you're early and I' not..." John didn't let her finish. He swept her up in his arms and kissed her. She returned the kiss. Then she relaxed into his arms and hugged him tightly. "I missed you," she softly whispered. "I really missed you."

"Me too," he replied.

"Let's get you upstairs and out of those hot leathers." Not waiting for his reply, Teresa grabbed his bag, pulled him inside, locked the door, and bolted up the stairs. He watched her thin legs, and tight ass disappear up the darkness of the stairwell. John followed the pink terry shorts as closely as he could.

The apartment was a cool relief from the heat of the kitchen and the stairwell. "Take off your boots, hang up your leathers, I'll take your things to the bedroom, and get you a beer." The words flowed rapidly and without a pause. "Oh Jesus, listen to me, I can't stop barking orders."

John leaned back against the wall and started to pull off his boots. "Look Tee," he said wearily. "I'm hot, tired, thirsty, and hungry for food and love. Relax, I'm not going anywhere soon."

"Egg salad sandwiches with my famous potato salad and a Rainier, OK?" came the voice from the bedroom alcove.

"That would be terrific, as long as it's served with hugs." They ate side by side at the kitchen table to the hum of the air conditioner. There was little conversation. Teresa ate modestly. John was ravenous. The food disappeared quickly. He sipped the last of his beer, sighed, and said, "That hit the spot. I really liked your potato salad."

"It's the mustard that makes it. John, would you like another beer?" Teresa stood up. However, before she could head to the refrigerator, John turned in his chair and grabbed her. He drew her to him. His hands rubbed up and down the backs of her legs. They kissed. His fingertips crept under her shorts and caressed the lower parts of her buttocks. She drew his head to her breasts. John soon realized she was not wearing a bra as he could feel her left nipple harden as she moved her chest against his cheek. His mouth found the taunt protrusion and he sucked hard through the terry material.

"Mmmm... That feels so good," she sighed.

"I think the beer can wait. I've found something else to suck on."

"Not so fast big boy," she said pushing him back. "We need to clean you up before we go any further." She started to pull him out of the chair.

"What the..."

"You're all sweaty and grimy and frankly, you stink! You need a shower before you get to do anything!" She led him to the bathroom and quickly helped him discard his clothes. The large claw-foot bathtub was equipped with an overhead shower. Teresa turned it on, adjusted the temperature to lukewarm, drew the ceiling suspended shower curtains partly around the tub, and directed John to enter. As he stood under the shower, he looked at Teresa. She stood directly in front of him and slowly raised the hem of her pink terry T-shirt. Her movements were sultry. John's hand moved towards his hardening dick. "Don't get too far along without me," she cautioned as she let the top fall to the floor. Teresa turned. Her back was now to him. Teresa wiggled her bum teasingly as she removed her terry shorts and underwear and let them fall to the floor. Bending forward, she exposed herself totally to John's gaze as she tossed her clothes onto the pile of his clothes by the washer. She looked over her shoulder and asked, "Are you ready for me now?" All John could do was smile.

Teresa entered the tub and drew the shower curtains closed. She lathered and rubbed every part of his body. He returned the favor and paid particular attention to her buttocks and labia. After they had rinsed, Teresa began to rub John's chest and then his abdomen. She knelt before him and began to stroke his semi-hard cock. Her tongue traced a circular pattern around his glans. John moaned as he felt the pleasure build. He watched as his swollen dickhead disappeared into her mouth. Then Teresa began to suck. "That feels soooo goood," moaned John's as his hands gently held the back of her head. He felt his urgency build. His knees flexed, his pelvis arched, and he shuddered. The rest of the evening and night found Teresa and John in bed sharing soft conversations, making slow, gentle, and safe love, and sleeping in each other's arms. 

The music from the radio and five o'clock sunrise announced the holiday Saturday morning. They showered together, dressed, and headed down to the restaurant. Teresa lit the grill, turned on the exhaust fan, and headed into the restaurant to start the coffee machine. John followed. "Are you sure you want to do this? Help I mean?" These were earnest questions and they caught John by surprise.

"There is nothing that I would rather be doing," he replied honestly.

"Well then you had better put this on." She bent down under the counter and threw him an apron. John was surprised to find that the new apron had his name embroidered on it. "Well, don't just stand there, take down the closed sign, and open the front door. Better, let the cool air in while we can.... If you are you ready, let's get cracking!" A laugh delivered the clichŽ as she turned and marched back into the kitchen. 

"Sure. Just tell me what to do. I take instructions well and I'm a quick learn." John propped open the door and his eyes followed her little ass into the kitchen. He knew his biggest problem was not going to be the restaurant work but keeping his hands to himself until closing time.

The day passed swiftly. It was the holiday weekend and they were very busy. Teresa was surprised by how easily John fell into the routine of the restaurant. He bused, he washed, and he mastered her archaic cash register. During the chaotic lunchtime rush, he even worked the grill and the deep fryer. He was the perfect employee. 

By 4 o'clock, the hectic day in the restaurant was over. The grill was scrubbed, the dishes washed, the dining area cleaned, and the closed sign prominently posted. Two very tired and sweaty people stood in the kitchen of the Everett Bar and Grill. John hugged Teresa. "We did it kid. We did it." John spoke softly and kissed the top of her head. "Would you allow me to take you out to dinner?"

"A bus man's holiday, where shall we go?" came the weary reply as she burrowed further into his chest.

"There is the Mexican place down the street. I could tempt your virtue with Tequila and nachos."

"Sure sounds good to me, but I need a little rest first. Something kept prodding me in my sleep last night," she laughed. "Did you get enough..." She was interrupted John's hoarse chuckle. "...Not that, you old pervert! Sleep, I mean..." Silence filled the kitchen as the two lovers enjoyed each other's embrace.

Upstairs in the apartment, Teresa stretched out on the couch while John made some iced tea. When he approached the couch with her glass, he found her snoring softly. He placed the glass on the coffee table, kissed the gently on the forehead, and then quietly gathered his gear, paused for a moment, and then slipped silently out the door. Teresa stirred at the sound but slipped back into her dreams.

Teresa felt a tickle on her cheek, her chin being raised and warm lips touching hers. "Awake my sweet princess." The words penetrated her dreamy haze. She opened her eyes to find John staring at her. "Dinner is at 7:30, I thought I should wake you."

"What time is it?" came the sleepy reply.

"Almost 6:00, we've got lots of time." They showered together, enjoying each other's touch. Teresa was the one that broke the romantic interlude. "Come on lover, I still have to do my hair. Turn off the water and let me get going." He dried himself quickly and left the bathroom to rummage through his bag for something suitable to wear. A few minutes later, he returned to voyeuristically peer into the bathroom. 

Teresa stood naked before the mirror curling her hair. The erotic beauty of her performing such a simple task struck him. He gazed. He froze the picture in time. Then putting his voyeurism aside, he entered the room and stood behind her his fingers softly touching her shoulders. "Careful this iron's really hot," was all she said.

Teresa felt his lips trace down her spine. She pulled herself a little taller and removed the curling iron from her hair. Where his lips touched, her skin burned. His beard tickled. John's kisses spread out over her buttocks and his tongue slipped down her crack. It felt delicious. She put the iron down onto the counter and she steadied herself by grabbing the edge of the sink. "Oh it is so easy to like this man," she thought as his hands gently touched her hips and turned her around. His breath tickled her abdomen and his short beard brushed against her pubic hair. Involuntarily she arched her pelvis. His tongue traced the through the valley between her pussy lips and he kissed the hood of her clit. "Ohhh...John, that feels so nice," she whispered.

Suddenly he stopped. John pulled his head away. "What the...?" Teresa sputtered.

"Just a taste of what's to come," John taunted as he scrambled to his feet and fled the scene laughing.

"You tease...I'll get you! Remember getting even is only half the fun," came the reply to an empty doorway.

A slight breeze provided welcome relief to the stagnant heat. It also played at the hem of Teresa's sundress as the couple walked hand in hand the few short blocks to the restaurant. She felt like a teenager on her first date. Was everyone in the town looking at her? 




Republic Ch. 02



To Teresa the world seemed to stop as they entered. All eyes seemed to be on them. She wanted to bolt. However, the aloof "Right this way please," from the young waitress and John's touch on her elbow reassured her. They were lead to a corner table. In the centre of the table was a small bouquet of wild flowers and a candle. Their table was the only one with such adornments. The candle was very redundant in the fluorescent brightness of the restaurant and the flowers seemed out of place. The waitress said abruptly but politely, "Your margaritas are on the way, sir. Here are the menus. Enjoy your meals. "

"You're not going to try and get me drunk and have your way with me are you?" Teresa's eyes sparkled "What's with the candle and the flowers. We're the only table that has them."

"I got the flowers and the candle too, although I didn't realize this place would be lit up like an airport lounge," he lamented. "I really wanted to make this evening special but I don't think they are..." He stopped and stared disappointedly at the water glass that held the flowers.

Teresa reached over and touched his hand. "Remember, John, this is Republic, not Seattle. Thanks for doing all of this it was sweet of you. When did you have time to do it?"

"While you were asleep. I'm trying very hard to impress you."

"You need not have bothered," she said as she bit her lip and looked down at her lap. The words had been delivered in a harsher tone then she had intended. John's heart sank. Then came the words spoken in a murmur as if she was afraid she would reveal too much. "You've made quite an impression on me already." Their drinks arrived and disappeared quickly. John ordered the combination plate for two and a large pitcher of lime margaritas. They ate, talked, laughed, and closed the restaurant. Arm in arm they meandered home and climbed the stairs to Teresa's apartment. Within moments, they lay naked in bed bathed by the moonlight that flooded through the alcove window. They snuggled together. Teresa's hand found John's cock. His hardness grew. She reached over to the nightstand, opened the drawer, and found a condom. "If this keeps up, I'll have to buy more of these," she quipped.

"Split the cost with you," he replied with a laugh and then moaned loudly as her fingers squeezed the latex over his penis. 

Teresa straddled his body and her hands guided him into her moist warmth. Her fingers rubbed her hood and clit as she rocked back and forth. John's hands massaged her breasts. Together their urgency built. John felt her muscles squeeze hard around him. They came together and collapsed into each other's arms.

Teresa's loving hands and tissues had removed all evidence of their lovemaking. Then she coiled up in the comfort of John's embrace and enjoyed the rhythmic beat of his heart and the feel of his lips as they nuzzled her forehead. It all felt so wonderful, so right. "John, I love you." The words were barely a whisper and she tried to suck them back. She froze in silence waiting for his response. However, the shallow breaths of sleep and the whir of the air conditioner were the only sounds heard. Relieved and tired, Teresa slowly rolled out of his arms and curled up on the edge of the bed to sleep.

A warm teasing between her legs penetrated the haze of sleep. It moved up and down her inner thighs and across her mound. When it touched her labia, she found herself involuntarily arching her hips. Hot moistness found her clit. She felt soft, slow penetration. There was a vibrating pressure just under the edge of her hood. The warmth and tension built. Teresa began to moan. "Oh God, that's the spot!" Her breathing rate became a rapid pant. "There, that's it! Yes, YES, YES!" She screamed. "Oh God, don't stop!" She gushed. She writhed in ecstasy. All too suddenly for Teresa, it was over. She felt hot, wet lips caress her cheeks. Greedily she met then. Her tongue probed then the kiss was broken.

Teresa opened her eyes to find John lovingly looking at her. "That's how I would like to start every morning, from now on," he said. 

Teresa bit her lip, then faint smile spread across her face. "That might be nice," she managed choking back the anxiety and fear that was building deep inside.

Over Sunday breakfast, John described his condominium in Kirkwood, his job, the joys of living on the coast, and his desire to look after Teresa. She listened silently and finished her coffee. Rising, she began to clear the table. John continued talking. Teresa interrupted him as she began to load the dishwasher.

"John, I don't need someone to look after me. I'm doing just fine by myself, thank you."

A startled look spread across John's face. "Tee, I was only..."

She didn't let him finish. "I'm not a city girl." She held up her hand and continued, "This may not be much but its mine, all mine, and I'm not going to give it up." A tense silence filled the apartment. Neither knew what to say. Teresa continued to fuss in the kitchen while John gulped done the rest of his coffee and then stared at the empty cup. 

Moments later, Teresa broke his trance with a hand on his shoulder. "Come on, convince me that motorcycles are a safe way to travel. You know, I've never ridden on a motorcycle, I think it's about time for me to risk a little, don't you?" John managed a smile and rose from the kitchen table.

Teresa wore John's helmet and he wore the "beanie" he kept in the saddlebag just for occasions like this. A small cooler with some beer and sandwiches was strapped to the rack behind the pillion. They explored the back roads around Republic. Early in the afternoon, they found themselves sitting by a creek, enjoying the cool shade, sandwiches, and beer.

After eating, Teresa went for a walk by the water while John packed the empty beer cans and garbage in the cooler and strapped it back on the bike. Then he walked towards some bushes by the creek to relieve himself. He found what he thought was a secluded spot. As he unzipped and pulled out his dick, he paused, mesmerized by the sounds of the birds and the gentle rustle of leaves. He was about to return to the task at hand, when he felt fingers brush across his back and slip down his arm. He stood paralyzed.

"I've always wanted to do this," purred Teresa. "This may be my only chance," she continued reaching around him. Teresa's warm hand gently replaced his around his cock. "You don't mind do you?"

"Oh no. This is an everyday occurrence for me. My secretary..." A sharp tug on his penis cut him short. "I once tried to write my name in the snow..." he continued nervously, but again she cut him short with a tug.

"Just relax and let it go," she said in soft husky voice. John let out a deep breath, concentrated, and released. They both laughed as Teresa directed the pee first one way and then the other. She was disappointed as the pee stream withered while she was trying to chase a beetle. "Gee whiz, no more... That was fun... Now, let me see what else it can do." Teresa's hand began to milk his cock. One pleasure began to turn into another. He quickly stiffened.

Teresa moved in front of him. She stripped off her T-shirt. She was braless and her brown nipples were already hard and protruding. "I want you to cum on my tits," she hissed and knelt before him. John stripped off his shirt as Teresa quickly undid his belt buckle and jeans and pulled them down below his knees. Her hands caressed his balls and her fingertips teased the sides of his cock and pulled at his pubic hair. Teresa's breath quickened. John watched mesmerized, as her hand became a blur. Teresa could feel the pleasure and tension build within him. She smiled. She could feel her own wetness grow. John gasped and moaned. He involuntarily arched his back and his whole body vibrated. Teresa thrust her breasts up to meet the roping gobs of cum.

The ride home included a dinner stop and a race against a building thunderstorm. The storm won. It began to pour just as they reached the restaurant. Entering the apartment they stripped. Comfortable in their nakedness they hung their clothes to dry. Soon they were in each other's arms. "Tee, this was a wonderful day. You complete me. I would like..."

She didn't let him finish. "I can only live for the moment. I don't see much more than this, and right now, I just want to make love to you. Please understand." With that, she led him to bed. Their lovemaking was passionate but mechanical. 

Teresa came out of the bathroom dressed in her bathrobe. In the light of sunrise, she could see John standing by the door. His bag was by his feet. "I'm not much for goodbyes," he said in a halting voice.

"Me neither," Teresa replied as she hugged him. "Your clothes are still damp."

"They'll dry quickly in the wind. Well, I guess..." he paused.

"I'll see you to the door."

On the back porch of the restaurant, they kissed one last time. Then she closed the door and returned to her apartment to prepare for another day. John loaded his bike then pushed it back into the alley. He stopped, gazed, and tried to capture and understand the moment. The warmth of the kiss lingered on his lips as he began his thoughtful and lonesome ride home. 



Republic Ch. 03



The summer heat that had boiled central Washington State dry continued into September. Working in the restaurant had become almost unbearable for Teresa. She wished the restaurant had air conditioning, but there just wasn't the money. However, what she desired even more was word from John. She had not heard from him since he had left the Monday morning of the holiday weekend. 

It was now into the second week of September and he still had not contacted her. Teresa realized that she could phone or even email him. However, that would confirm to both of them that this meant more to her than just a casual affair. Nevertheless, thoughts of John were always on her mind, especially when she was alone in bed. She longed for his touch.

It was nearly 4:30 on Friday. Another lonely weekend was about to begin. Teresa had finished cleaning the grill and tidying the kitchen. The Saturday's soup was simmering on the stove. She turned off the gas just as the antique bell announced Mildred's arrival. "There's no mail, Hun...Jesus, it's hot... Can I leave the door open?" Teresa could hear the weariness in Mildred's voice.

"Sure, how about a beer? There's some in the milk cooler. I think we both deserve one. I've just got to finish putting the potato salad and the sandwich fixings in the frig and I will be right out." Through the kitchen-serving window, Teresa saw Mildred get the beers and take them to a table near the open front door. Mildred had propped it open with a chair to take advantage of any breeze. Finished in the kitchen, Teresa walked out into the dining area. She was drying her hands on a tea towel when the familiar brown delivery truck stopped in front of the restaurant. The deliveryman left a brown package on the table in front of the women in exchange for a simple signature. 

They both examined the package. Mildred was the first to speak. "Have you been ordering from Victoria Secret?" he asked with a laugh.

"No. Whom would I wear it for?" They both chuckled. "This is probably from Bob. Maybe it's materials for the hunting camp," Teresa continued in a hollow voice.

"Oh please tell me your not going to work for that son of a bitch again," Mildred chided. "I know he's your brother, or should I say ex-brother-in-law, but he screwed you last year. You wait and see, if you work for him, he'll try to do it again this year too!"

"I suppose you are right," conceded Teresa. "However, I need the money. I can't get through the winter on what this restaurant makes," She paused and stared across the table at the package. "Is there a return address on the box?"

Mildred gave it a cursory look. "None that I can see."

"Let me get a knife and we'll open it. Do you want another beer?" Teresa didn't wait for a reply as she headed off towards the kitchen. When she returned, Teresa saw Mildred staring at a photo album. An open pocketknife lay on the table beside the box. "Sorry, I just couldn't wait. This is not from Bob. This is from someone who really cares about you. You had better look at this."

Teresa placed the bottles on the table and sat down. Together they sipped their beers, looked at the photos, and talked. The album was from John. Teresa told Mildred about how they met and revealed for the first time to anyone how she felt about him. After nearly an hour of intense conversation, a husband waiting at home, and the necessity to prepare dinner, forced Mildred to leave. As she rose from her chair, she said in a quiet, longing voice, "I've known my old man for nearly thirty years. Never has he looked at me with the passion that his man has put into these pictures of you. He's worth keeping, Teresa. Don't let him slip through your fingers." Mildred left Teresa deep in thought. For several minutes, she just stared at the emptiness of the open door while Mildred's words resounded in her ears. Then slowly her gaze returned to the album.

Embossed in gold letters on the brown leather cover were the words "Tea and apple pie at the Everett Bar & Grill." The inside fly indicated that the book was produced that very month at Kirkwood Design & Litho, Co. All the pictures were in sepia tones. The first picture showed the front of the restaurant with the open sign significantly displayed. Printed over the picture were the words:

Cold, Wet, Hungry I came seeking shelter from the storm. I entered and ordered from the menu I tasted Tee's apple pie I savored, experienced, and wished for more...

Teresa re-examined the rest of the album. There were several pictures of the interior of the restaurant and her busy in the kitchen. Then came two pictures that totally surprised her. At first, she had not recognized herself in the soft, artistic portraits. One was of her sleeping on the couch and the other, a nude photo of her curling her hair in the bathroom. They were captivating and mesmerizing. They were beautiful. She had never thought of herself in that way. The women had given the final three photographs only a cursory viewing. Now Teresa examined them carefully. Their stark, eerie reality shocked her. One picture showed the back porch of the restaurant with John's motorcycle and her old Camry side by side, while the next showed the Camry parked alone. The last picture was of the front of the restaurant. The closed signed, hung at an angle in the window. On the photo was printed the remainder of the poem which had been started on the first picture.

...But while the diner was empty All the stools were taken. I had to leave too soon With only the memory of Tea and apple pie.

Teresa slumped in her chair and began to sob. Two hours later, she sat before her computer writing and re-writing a cryptic email message. Finally, in frustration, she bit her lip, prayed, and hit the send key.

An email that read only, "Please call, love Teresa," had rekindled their relationship. It had also resulted in a radical change in John's life. After 33 years of loyal service to Kirkwood Design & Litho, John had requested that he use all seven weeks of his banked holidays as a paid leave of absence. The company had finished its Christmas production run and John had overseen the design planning for the computer game packages scheduled for spring release. Management had tried to dissuade him from leaving; sighting rumors of a possible company take over. Nevertheless, the second week of October found John in his diesel pick-up, trailing of a small group of trucks, heading down a dusty, gravel fire road north of Republic. Teresa was in the passenger seat. He had committed to helping her cook at her brother's remote hunting camp at the north end of the Roosevelt Reservoir. 

The spartan camp was to be their home for the next four weeks. Nestled in a clearing adjacent to a sandy beach, it consisted of six large tents for the guests, Bob, and his assistants. There was also a cooking and dining tent, a rustic bathroom, and wash-up area. Off to the edge of the camp was a small separate tent for Teresa and John. 

Together they unloaded the truck and set up the kitchen. While Teresa organized their tent, John helped Bob and his assistants. They unloaded and set-up the bulky generator that would provide power. It was hot, hard work. The unloading of the kitchen refrigerator and game freezer was no easier.

Bob was a retired stockbroker who had made it big in the market on technology stocks. A large framed man with a ruddy complexion and full beard, he exuded dominance and power. His opinions were a big as his body and he was used to getting his own way. He gave instructions well but was overweight and lacked stamina. He relied on his young assistants, Jake and Jeremy to do all the heavy work. It was clear that Bob resented John's presence. He soon nicknamed him, Tilley. It was a direct reference to John's hat, shirt, shorts, and hiking boots. 

By late in the afternoon everyone, except for Bob was sweat stained and tired, but the camp was ready for guests. They all celebrated with a beer. Then Bob announced that he and his assistants would be leaving and returning Saturday morning with the hunting guests. John and Teresa stood silently, arm in arm, as they watched the trucks disappear down the fire road in a cloud of dust. John wondered what would have happened if he had not been there. Would Teresa have been left alone? What kind of man would leave a woman alone in the wilderness for a day and a half? His thoughts were interrupted by a gentle prod.

"I don't know about you but I could use a swim to cool off," suggested Teresa.

"That sounds like a great idea, but I didn't bring a bathing suit."

"You could just wear your shorts or just wear..." her voice trailed off as she headed towards their tent. John smiled and walked towards the beach. There he stripped down to his shorts, removed his boots, and waded out into the resevoir. There he stood allowing the coolness of the water and the peacefulness of his surroundings rejuvenate him. 

Behind him, he soon heard a series of splashes and yelps. Teresa was joining him. "I brought some soap," she giggled. They hugged, kissed, and lathered each other. Later they dried off and sat on beach towels. Teresa lay back, closed her eyes, and enjoyed the warmth of the late afternoon sun. It was after 4 o'clock but the temperature was still above 80 degrees. John leaned on his elbows and devoured her with his eyes. She wore an old black Speedo style bathing suit. It clung delicately to her body. Her nipples protruded against the material. The outline of her mound and pussy lips could clearly be seen. One or two stray pubic hairs escaped the elastic edge of the suit. John was aroused. He reached over and his hand began to trace slow patterns on Teresa's stomach. She just smiled and sighed. When his hand reached her breasts, she let out an audible moan. That was all the encouragement John needed. He changed his position and knelt beside her. He began to softly kiss her cheeks and forehead.

Teresa lay back washed in the sensuality of the warm sun and John's touch. The feel of his hot breath against her neck sent tingles throughout her body. She felt his fingers curl under the straps of the bathing suit and they slowly pulled it down. The receding material exposed her breasts to his gaze. Teresa arched her back slightly. John rewarded her movements. He began to suck first on one nipple and then the other. They hardened between his lips. An erotic glow spread throughout Teresa's body and she could feel her wetness grow. John's lips followed the top edge of the suit, as he gently lowered it to reveal her pussy. His tongue teased across her hood as he tossed the suit aside.

Teresa kept he eyes tightly closed. It was a virgin moment. She was naked before her lover and the entire world. Butterflies began to build in her stomach. The sound of a belt buckle and a zipper indicated that John was removing his shorts. Teresa simply opened her legs and threw away all caution.

The feel of his cock as it brushed against her pussy lips was delicious. It pushed up into her wetness. Her breath now came in short pants. His slow thrusting filled her mind with warmth and color. She squeezed down hard against him. She arched her pelvis and matched each of his thrusts. Teresa felt him shudder and his cum squirt inside her. Then she began to quiver uncontrollably and Teresa heard her own detached scream of ecstasy.

Saturday morning after breakfast, Teresa and John stood on the edge of camp and watched the vehicles approach. "Christ, it's a bloody convoy, " hissed John. 

"Oh this is going to be fun," muttered Teresa as she watched sixteen men huddle about the trucks and vans. She had been expecting only twelve guests.

"They brought some extra friends," laughed Bob as he lead the jovial group passed the couple and towards the tents. 

Teresa and John watched Bob's assistants cart the boxes of food, liquor, and beer into the kitchen tent. It was obvious to Teresa, that liquor and beer took priority, in Bob's mind, over dietary staples. "Where are the extra provisions?" queried Teresa. "How can I be expected to...?"

"Didn't have room," countered Bob. "I know you can make do. Besides Tilley can fish, he has nothing else to do!" 

"Bob you are asking the impossible..." her voiced trailed off when she realized that she was only talking to Bob's disappearing back. John gave her a reassuring hug and they walked into the kitchen tent to start preparing lunch. The week had begun. 

John did fish. However, he always was on the alert for the ranger. He didn't have a license and regularly exceeded the limit to supplement breakfast and dinner meals. Their days were long, beginning at 4:30, and not finishing until after 9:00. However, sleep did not come easily. Bob and his assistants played and sang bluegrass into the early hours of the morning. The guest hunters sang along with them, drank beer, and told jokes until they were all too tired to stand. Then at sunrise, it would start all over again. Friday at 10 o'clock, a peace fell over the camp. The convoy of happy hunters departed leaving John and Teresa alone. Tired they headed to their tent to catch some much needed rest before the heat of the day built up. 

Naked, they curled as spoons on the top of their sleeping bag. John's fingers found her nipples and they hardened under his touch. She sighed and manipulated her pelvis so his stiffening penis, lubricated by his precum, slid down the crack of her ass. Her own wetness found his and he slipped into her. Oh, how she enjoyed the feel of his cock penetrating past her pussy lips and rubbing against the front of her vagina. Teresa felt her passion slowly building to a gentle explosion as John shuddered and spurted into her. They did not move, but fell asleep in each other's arms.

Teresa awoke to find herself alone and sweating in the hot tent. John was gone. She grabbed a towel and clad only in her sandals she walked towards the beach. The feel of the sticky remnants of their love making aroused her as she walked towards John. He was leaning against a rock. His head shaded by the Tilley hat. He was writing. The idea of disturbing his musings intrigued her. She stood beside him. "A penny for your thoughts," she said.

John turned. Her matted pubic hair was at eye level. Teresa intentionally parted her legs just a little and thrust her pelvis forward. Her red engorged clit peeked out past her swollen pussy lips. John took an audible breath and slowly looked up. He saw her hard erect nipples and wanton smile. "Oh, Jesus," was all he could say.

"Have you got something other than that pencil that might make a girl happy?" challenged Teresa in a sultry tone.

John knew what she wanted but all he could say was "Yaaa... sure...I think...this is..." as he quickly whipped off he shorts. Teresa moved and stood over him. Then she slowly lowered herself down over her rapidly hardening cock. Teresa's hand guided his dick into her eager wetness and they rocked together.

Mid Saturday morning brought the return of Bob, his assistants, and the new hunting guests. They disrupted the stillness of the campsite. It was a repeat of the previous week. There were more guests than expected and Bob as before had not purchased any extra food. The only difference between the two groups was that the evening parties were even more boisterous. Bob had brought his banjo to complement his mandolin. The picking, strumming, and blue grass songs continued well past midnight each night. It was "Deliverance" in Washington.

A Wednesday night thunderstorm brought welcome relief from the partying for Teresa and John. The storm struck just after dinner and raged until after eleven. While the others played cards and drank in their tents, Teresa and John took solace in a mickey of Jack and each other's arms. Sleep during the storm was impossible. Lightning flashes lit the tent, booms of thunder shook the earth, and the constant rain pelted against the canvas. The noise of the storm drowned out even Bob's incessant banjo picking. It created an aura of privacy for the lovers.

The Jack made Teresa slightly tipsy and adventuresome. She massaged John's body, rubbed his cock, sucked him off, and then sat on his face. She allowed his tongue and fingers to bring her to several mind-blowing orgasms. Then when Teresa thought she could stand no more and her clit was super-sensitive, John brought her to even greater heights of erotic enjoyment. She was lying on her side. John's head was between her thighs. Somehow, while the fingers of his one hand rimmed her asshole and his tongue lapped at the hood of her clit, the forefinger of his other hand rubbed against the thickness at the front of her vagina. Bliss flooded her body. The screams of her gushing release coincided with a blinding flash of lightning and deafening clap of thunder. 

While they were eating breakfast, everyone noticed the faint plum of smoke that was rising from behind the far ridge. It was obvious that the lightning from the previous night's storm had started a small forest fire. John suggested that they should contact the Forest Service. Bob indicated that he could drive out and report it, but Bob was not sending his man. They had hunting to do. John did not relish the thought of leaving Teresa alone. He remained in camp, hoping against hope, that someone else would see the plume and report it.

That Thursday brought the best hunting yet. The fire seemed to drive the animals towards the hunters. They bagged six deer. Their carcasses were hung in the trees surrounding the camp ready for butchering the following day. After dinner, copious amounts of beer flowed to celebrate the success of the day. When Teresa and John headed off to bed, the strumming, picking, and singing had begun. However, while the irritating bluegrass music might keep them awake the eerie red glow which silhouetted the hills to the west of the camp was the sight that disturbed the couple most. 

At four o'clock, the next morning panicked shouts woke the camp. One of the hunters had left this tent to answer the call of nature. He had been startled to discover that the fire had now crossed over the ridge and he was warning everyone of the danger. In the cool, still morning air, the fire was almost stationary. They were not in immediate danger. Nevertheless, when the sun rose in the sky it would create the winds that would drive the fire down into the camp. They had several hours to pack-up and leave, if they started now.

To Bob's credit, he took charge. By 9 o'clock, the hunters had packed their belongings in the back of the van and in the bed of one of the pick-ups. The back of Bob's pick-up held the deer carcasses, the trophy heads, and the frozen deer meat. Teresa had prepared sandwiches and coffee for everyone. The hunters climbed into the van or crawled onto the loaded bed of the pick-up, and headed away from camp and down the fire road. 

Bob remained to help John load the generator into the back of his pick-up. There would be no room for the refrigerator, freezer, tents, and camping equipment. Once the generator was loaded, John packed up Teresa's cooking equipment and their belongings. While loading his pick-up, John saw Teresa engaged in animated conversation with her brother. In a few moments, she returned to the truck red faced and crying. "The bastard refuses to pay me anything. He says he is going to loose money because of this fire. This is so damn unfair!" 

"Well let me..." His statement was interrupted by Bob's roar.

"Hey, Tilley! Bring me my mandolin, banjo, and bag, and hurry up! Let's get the hell out of here!

John walked towards Bob's tent. He collected only the banjo and the mandolin. As he walked passed Teresa, he handed her the mandolin case and whispered, "Hang onto this. Get in the truck and start the engine."

As John walked purposefully towards Bob, he slipped the latches on the banjo case. It flipped open. He grabbed the banjo by the neck and let the case fall to the ground. Bob didn't notice. The big man had his back to John. He was rummaging through his briefcase, which was on the driver's seat. John approached, the banjo dangled precariously from his left hand. "Bob, Teresa tells me you're refusing to pay her." John spoke in a clear, sharp, tone.




Republic Ch. 03



"What bloody business is it of yours, Tilley?" thundered Bob as he turned quickly around. "Hey that's a $8,000 banjo you're..."

"Wrong answer, Bob." The hard contact of a hiking boot striking Bob's left ankle punctuated his words. A roundhouse kick to the back of the knee quickly followed. Bob convulsed in pain and collapsed in a heap by the open truck door. His bravado had evaporated. Fear and bewilderment filled his eyes. John's words were as cold as his stare. "Now pay Teresa what she is owed or I'll bust this banjo over your thick, bluegrass, skull!"

"I don't have the cash," whimpered Bob. "Will a check do?" There was a knowing glint in his eye. 

"That would be just fine," grinned John as he watched Bob reach back into the truck and pull the open briefcase towards him. He grabbed the checkbook, and began to write. While Bob scribbled away, John reached into the truck and removed the cell phone from the dashboard. The scribbling stopped. Bob ripped the check from the book and held it out. John grabbed the piece of paper, examined it, took two steps back, turned, and walked towards Teresa and his truck. 

"Hey, what about by banjo?" stammered Bob. 

"I'll leave it by your tent," replied John. "And I'd hurry and pick-up that case if I were you. It's right in the middle of the road, you know."

John climbed into his pick-up, threw it into gear, and left the camp as quickly as he could. The front wheels of the pick-up caught the case as they left. John enjoyed a satisfied smile as he watched, in the side view mirror Bob limp towards his banjo and his bag. Soon the image disappeared in the dust. John placed the check in Teresa's lap. She looked at it carefully. The writing was nearly illegible. "Its not for the amount he promised me for the whole month, but it's more than two weeks work," she said triumphantly. "But we still have to cash it. He could put a stop payment..."

John didn't let her finish. "That's what the mandolin is for. It must be worth at least the amount of the check. We can pawn it if necessary. Look, it's just after 9:30 now; we have until 5 PM to get to his bank in Tonasket. Do you know any short cuts?" All Teresa could do was laugh.

Twenty minutes later Teresa's laughter turned to terror. They had slowed for a curving section of highway. In the left lane was a line of fire trucks heading towards the fire. From behind came the sharp honk of a horn and a resounding jolt. The truck slithered. John fought to regain control. Again, the horn sounded and again there was another jolt. Bob was behind them, trying to run them off the road. Teresa screamed in panic. "He's trying to kill us!"

"Not if I can help it," replied John with a nervous laugh and accelerated hard. "Tee, see that computer screen on the stalk by your legs?"

"Yes."

"Push the green button on the..." John spat out a series of quick instructions that Teresa followed to the letter. When she was finished, there was a noticeable change in the sound of the engine. 

"What's this going to do?"

"Just watch in your rear view mirror." Teresa did. From that point on, with each corner and each hill the image of Bob's pick-up grew smaller and smaller, until it finally disappeared from view altogether.

Late afternoon found them pulling away from Bob's house in Tonasket. They had unloaded the generator and some of the equipment, along with Bob's mandolin and cell phone by the garage door. Teresa even left a short thank you note. As they left, Bob's truck turned the corner onto the street. When the trucks passed each other, John waved politely and Teresa smiled and blew Bob a kiss. The bulge of the folded money felt good in the back pocket of her jeans.

John drove at a leisurely pace back to Republic. Teresa leaned across the seat and console and laid her head in John's lap. She undid the top buttons of her blouse and drew his right hand from the steering wheel down onto her breast. "Thank you," was all she said as she closed her eyes. John's fingers slipped under the edge of her thin cotton bra and found her nipple. Its thickness felt good to his touch. It hardened. Teresa purred and curled her hand beneath her cheek to knead John's thigh. It was a pleasant 90-minute drive back to the restaurant and home.

They stood in the centre of Teresa's apartment kitchen sharing a beer. Both were satisfied with their day. Teresa took a final gulp from her bottle and placed it on the counter. She began to unbutton her blouse. "I need a shower to freshen me up before I take you out to dinner. But I need someone to scrub my back, any volunteers?"

"I'll be right there. Just let me use your laptop to check my emails first."

Twenty minutes later, a visibly annoyed Teresa returned to the kitchen. She was dressed in a terry towel robe and was drying her wet hair with a towel. John was still sitting on the stool in front of the computer. He was staring at her printer. "What the hell have you been doing? She growled. If your stupid emails are more important than..." John cut her short by pushing two pieces of paper in front of her face. Thist only enraged her more. She tore the papers from his hand.

"Tee, before you bore me a new one. Please, please stop and read these."

The pleading tone of his voice made Teresa choke back her anger. She began to study the terse messages. The first was from a realtor. It read, "...Condo rented starting January 1st. Contact me if OK to proceed." The second was from someone at Kirkwood Design & Litho. The words were all in bold-faced capitals. "THE COMPANY HAS BEEN SOLD. CALL IMMEDIATELY RE: STOCK AND PENSION BUY OUT OPTIONS" Below in smaller print were the words "...continuing job a possibility..." Teresa slowly placed the papers on the counter and turned to John.

"Well should I start looking for a new job?" he asked quietly.

"No, Mr. Tilley. This girl needs you right here." A shy smile crept across her face. Her eyes watered and her voice cracked as she continued in a soft, halting tone. "I've been looking for good help for some time. The pay is not great and the boss, well she's..." Teresa paused and bit her lip. Then she continued, "I was really hoping that the fringe benefit package would encourage you to maybe stay for a little while." John didn't say a word. He just held out his arms. Teresa let her robe slip open and stepped into his embrace. 



Republican Mom



Author's note all participants in any and all sexual activity are eighteen years of age or older.

1.

Spring was finally here and it was finally baseball season at our school, I was a starting left fielder on our varsity squad and we really looked good this year. Most of the starting lineup and the pitching staff were back from last year. We were one week before our first game when our starting right fielder, our second baseman and our back up shortstop were all busted for smoking pot on school grounds. 

To fill in the roster we had to bring up two kids from junior varsity one of them was Tommy Welsh he could not hit very well but he is pretty fast and covered ground pretty well. The coach decided to move him over to centerfield and wanted me to work with him on his hitting. If I could make a singles hitter out of him or teach him how to beat out bunts he could be valuable to us getting on base.

So everyday we worked out with extra batting practice and base running practice, one day we stayed late, I missed my ride and my car was in the shop. That is when I met his mother Mrs. Angela Welsh, I have never seen her before but my first impression was what a milf. She is tall, maybe around five foot nine, she had short black hair, brown eyes, her breasts were small maybe 32C or 34B as the most, she had nice long tan legs and a small round rear end.

"Hey Mom. This is Kevin Johnson he is the guy I was telling you about who is working with me to get me ready to play varsity baseball this year." Tommy said.

"Hi Mrs. Welsh, pleased to meet you." I said extending my hand.

"Hi Kevin, nice to meet you to." She said taking my hand in her soft hand.

"Mom you think Kevin could come over for dinner tonight?" Tommy asked to my surprise.

"It's okay by me; would you like to join us?" His mother asked.

"Sure, I'll just text my mother on my cell and let her know." I said taking out my phone.

We got into their minivan and drove to their house; it was a nice home with a garage, a pool in the back. It was just Tommy, his father Steve and his mother, they had an extra bedroom and the house was nicely decorated. His mother already had dinner started in the oven, while we washed up she set the table and pulled out a nice pan macaroni and cheese and she baked a ham, sliced it up and put it on a platter. She poured milk for me and Tommy and water for herself, her husband had a glass of iced tea.

Steve Welsh is a man of average height, a bit of a belly on his midsection, bald, he introduced himself and we chatted on how Tommy was doing. He worked as production manager for one of the local companies and complained that it was hard for him to get to the games because spring was his busiest time of year.

While eating at the kitchen table Angela turned on Fox news and was watching the latest news, I never followed politics before so I did not know what they were talking about. His mother was watching insistently and his father just grunted and snorted.

"We got to get Romney in there, we can't handle another four years of this joker." She said taking a drink of her water.

"Eh. Who cares I get taxed to death no matter which one is in there, it's just a matter of which crook you like best." He said.

"Well most of the problems in this country have gotten worse thanks to the democrats and the left." She said.

"Whatever you say dear." Steve said getting up. "I'll be in the den with a beer if you need me. Nice meeting you Kevin."

"Thank you sir nice meeting you as well." I said. "Well thank you for dinner Mrs. Welsh, I should head home now, Tommy see you tomorrow."

"I'll give you a ride, Tommy start clearing the table for me; I'll take care of the rest of it when I get home." She said.

"You really don't have too; it's not too far of a walk." I insisted.

"No it's okay, come on let's go." She said grabbing her keys.

It was a ten minute ride home, the whole way we listened to talk radio and I found the smell of her perfume intoxicating. I found her very attractive and I took an opportunity to talk make small talk with her on her favorite subject, politics.

"Well I'm eighteen this year, but I really don't know who to vote for." I said.

"I can inform you if you would like, well at least about the candidates I like and I guess I can tell you why I don't like the other ones." She said. "Your families don't follow politics?"

"No not really, my dad passed away when I was young and my mother works too much to worry about those things." I said.

"I'm surprised they don't try to indoctrinate you in school, if those liberal teachers had their way you would all be socialists by the time you graduate." She ranted. "Well here you go, next time you are over we can talk more, and I enjoy informing young people."

"Thanks." I said getting out of the car.

That night alone in my room all I could think about was Mrs. Welsh and she was the focus of my night time masturbation fantasy. I looked forward to spending more time with her, even though I was not quite sure if I wanted to talk politics.

Two days later we finished practice, I was not sure if Tommy was ready yet, he had trouble finding pitches to hit. He could either be too selective or not selective enough swinging at a lot of bad pitches. After showering and getting changed back into our street clothes I offered to give Tommy a ride home. He called his mother and she wanted to know if I wanted to stay for dinner. As usual my mother was working late so it would be way better than ramen noodles so I agreed.

When we got to their house and went in Tommy's mother was in the kitchen, for a conservative woman she dressed pretty sexily when I saw what she was wearing. She had on a purple cardigan that buttoned up the front to her cleavage and a tight fitting pair of jeans.

"Hi Kevin, you guys have a good practice?" She asked.

"I think I'll do great if I get on base, need to really work on my hitting." Tommy said truthfully.

"Don't worry Tommy we will keep working at it." I replied.

"Well your father is working late and dinner will be in an hour to go with his schedule, I hope you like baked chicken, mashed potatoes, carrots and biscuits Kevin?" She asked after telling me the menu.

"Making my mouth water." I said and so are you I thought.

"C'mon Kevin, lets go hang out in the living room and watch television until dinner is done." Tommy said.

We were in the living room, Tommy was lying on the floor, watching television and I was sitting on the couch. His mother came in carrying her laptop; she surprisingly sat down next to me and wanted to start teaching me about politics. She gave me a history lesson about the beginning of the Republican Party and republican politics throughout history. 

I made sure I paid close attention to everything she told me and showed me as I had a good view of her cleavage while getting my lesson in politics. It was unfortunate her husband came home when he did she shut her laptop and had to get up to finish setting the table for dinner.

I had to shift my hard on in my jeans before I could get up for dinner, it was a good meal and they had their usual routine of watching Fox news while eating. I said my good byes and she promised the next time she would teach me about Ronald Reagan and why everyone hates Bush.

A few days later our first game was here, you could not call it much of a game, it was against the perennial last place finisher in our league. It still counted in the records though, I only got to play three innings but I got three at bats, I hit a two doubles and a single, stole second and scored three runs. Tommy did well against a weak opponent and got to play the whole game he went three for four, stole two bases and scored three runs as well. We went on to win the game nineteen to three, it was a laughter to get us ready for the games we considered the real start of our season.

Next Saturday we had to travel and stay overnight in a motel to play in a tournament, we played in a game in the morning if we won we went to play in the championship game in the afternoon. If we lost we would play in the consolation game in the afternoon. It was considered an honor and only the best teams in our area were invited to play.

After the game as we were walking off the athletic field I caught sight of Angela and she was congratulating Tommy on his game. I went over to say hi and also to ogle her, she was wearing, and she had a pair of white shorts that not only showed off her great legs but her ass as well. The scoop neck tee shirt she was wearing actually made her breasts look bigger than they normally do.

"Great game Kevin." She said.

"Yeah, I feel bad beating on them twice a year, they are not a bad bunch of guys they are just not very good at baseball." I replied.

"Hey Kevin, we are having a barbeque on Saturday night want to come over?" Tommy asked.

"Gee, I don't know, I'm going to get fat on your mom's great cooking." I said.

"Well you are more than welcome, it is going to be unseasonably warm so I'm going to get the pool ready for the weekend, you will be able take a dip on Saturday, if you want to come over be there around four." Angela said.

"Alright, I might just do that." I replied thinking what kind of bathing suit she would be wearing.

I went to rejoin my friends after saying goodbye; on the way up to the locker room they were all making remarks on how hot Tommy's mom looked. I could not blame them she did look pretty hot today, but I was quick to point out a few other mom's there that looked good to get them off the subject of Angela Welsh.

Saturday rolled around and I really did not have much better to do, I finished my chores around the house for my mother. Changed the oil and filter on both her car and my car, checked all the fluids, air pressure, then it would be time to mow the lawn soon, so I took care of the lawn mower, changing its oil and I put a new spark plug in, pulled the cord and it ran fine.

My mother asked what I was going to do and said if I was not going to be around the house she thought she would drive and visit her sister. I told her about him barbeque I was invited to and she told to go ahead and have a good time with my new friend.

I went in took a shower, shaved, put some after shave on, I dress in a tee shirt and shorts and I put my swim trunks in my gym bag with a towel and some spray cologne. The one thing we had left from my father, which no matter how bad things would get money wise my mother refused to sell was his 1971 Barracuda. She loved to tell me stories about the car and how dad saved for four years and finally bought it when he was my age. 

It sounds like an implausible movie, my dad's parents bought their house when grandpa got home from Vietnam it was right next door to the parents of his best friend who did not make it home. Dad saw the car in their driveway when they were cleaning out the garage and he fell in love with it. Then he overheard them talking about selling the car and my dad not old enough to drive yet asked if they could hold it for him until he had enough money to buy it.

The deal was made and doing odd jobs, washing dishes in a summer resort and working on a local dairy farm in four years dad had enough money saved up to buy the car. He drove the car everywhere mom said the first eight years he had it, and then he realized that the car was going to be a collector's item and he put it up only driving once in a great while. He told her someday he wanted to pass it down to his son and now with him gone it was mine and I took very good care of it. It only had thirty four thousand miles on it and the reason I did not have it is because I bought new rims for it and they were in the garage getting put on.

Now I was ready to go and I hopped into my car, with its shiny new rims and drove over to my teammate's house. Hoping to score points with his mother, I pulled into the driveway and Tommy and his father came over to check out the car.

"Wow kid that car is something else." He said to me as he looked it over.

"Thank you, everything is all original, except for the rims." I replied.

"Does this have the 383?" He asked.

"No it is a 340, but she's still pretty fast." I said.

"Well I've already had a six pack today, sometime you should let me take a spin around the block, I used to have a 1980 Camaro I bought used back when I was your age. Ended up selling it to help my parents pay for college." He said longingly.

"No problem Mister Welsh, I'll bring it over some time for you to give her a test drive." I said not really wanting him too but it would not hurt gaining his trust.

As we walked into the fenced in back yard I finally saw Angela who was setting the table on the patio. It was a large patio table with a huge umbrella over top of it; her husband had steaks cooking on the grill. She looked beautiful even with no make up and I was surprised she had on a bikini top and a pair of jean shorts.

Tommy noticed me staring and was kind of embarrassed by what his mother had on that he said something.

"Mom I thought you were going to wear one of your one piece suits." He said annoyed.

"Tommy this is a conservative suit, it's probably mild compared to anything Kevin has seen and your father likes me in two piece suits, right dear." She explained.

"Right dear, Kevin the steaks will be done in a few minutes." He yelled.

"Cool, I'm starved." I replied.

Kevin and I tossed the ball back and forth, talking about the team and upcoming tournament while we waited for dinner. I watched his mother out of the corner of my eye the whole time we played and how great her breasts looked in her top. The top was zebra striped and it like the shirt she was wearing the other day made her breasts look bigger, it had your standard clasp in the back and tied at the neck. She obviously either worked out or watched what she ate and must tan as her back and flat stomach was a nice light brown.

Dinner was ready and I made sure I sat across from Angela, so I could continue to absorb her looks and her body. The steaks were delicious we all drank iced tea during dinner and her husband was still drinking beer. We also had a tossed salad, macaroni salad with our dinner, after dinner we watched some baseball on television, while Mr. Welsh cleaned the grill and Angela put everything away and cleaned the table. 

A couple hours after dinner the game was over, it was still warm, so Tommy and I hoped in the pool for a swim. His father was done with beer and was now drinking a Jack and coke. Angela came out and peeled off her shorts; she climbed down the ladder and was in the pool. The bottoms matched the top and her ass looked amazing in them, her legs also slender and muscular, lightly tanned.

We had a good time in the pool splashing around and playing, after a couple of hours we all finally got out. We all dried off and she put on her shorts and then a large loose fitting tee shirt they may have been her husbands. When we got in Tommy was checking out what was on television, he found that there was going to be movie marathon.

"Hey Kevin, there is a living dead movie marathon on tonight want to stick around and watch it, my will make popcorn." He said.

"Sure sound great." I replied.

Angela made us all popcorn, and then we settled in to watch the movie, three quarters of the way through the first movie Steve was snoring away. When it ended Angela woke him up and he staggered on up to bed, when she came back down she was wearing a sleep shirt that came down mid thigh on her and carrying her lap top. She made sure she did not give any view when she sat down and was busy surfing political sites and checking out blogs and twitters.

By the time the third movie came around I must of fell asleep during it, when awoke the living room was dark, the television off, Angela and Tommy were gone off to bed. I had to piss like a race horse and I knew the bathroom was upstairs so I made my way up to it.

I passed by Kevin's room and he was sound asleep, I closed the bathroom door and took a leak, I flushed the toilet. I washed my hands out of habit, turned the bathroom light back off and went out into the hall. Angela and Steve's room was open; I could hear him snoring loudly and wondered how she could sleep next to him every night.

For some reason I wanted another look at her before going down stairs, maybe so I could have a new mental image of her while I went down there to rub one out. Without making any noise I got to their doorway I could hear a different noise accompanying the snoring. It was soft moaning of a woman who was busy pleasuring herself, it was still warm and she had peeled off her night shirt. She was naked on her bed writhing about, her eyes were closed, I noticed how she could put up with the snoring as she had ear plugs in, so she never heard me come up to go to the bathroom either.

One hand was fondling her firm breasts, her nipples were large and hard pointing straight up in the air, her other hand was between her legs and she had two fingers stuffed into her pussy. She was frigging herself wildly working on having an orgasm, my seven inch cock was now stiff as a piece of steel and I stood stroking it fast and hard watching her.

Her body looked fantastic and to my surprise this conservative republican mom kept her pussy shaved as I watched her masturbate. Her breathing was becoming louder and her fingers were working in and out faster now, I too was stroking my cock faster than anyone could think was possible and as she had an orgasm I moaned aloud and shot my load out. Several spurts landed on the carpet a few feet into the bedroom the rest on my hand and I pulled my shorts up and moved back.

She slowly fingered herself as her climax subsided and eventually pulled her fingers out of her pussy, and then she got up and put her nightshirt back on. That is when I knew she was going for the bathroom and made my way quickly and quietly for the stairs. I was three quarters of the way down the stairs when I heard her exclaim aloud.

"What the hell did I just step in?" She exclaimed.

While I made it back to the couch little did I know she reached down to the carpet where she stepped and ran her hand through a couple globs of my cum. Then wiped some off her foot, she went to the bathroom and turned on the light. She stared at the thick white cum that was on her fingers, it was warm, fresh, she thought. She sniffed it, she loved the smell of cum, the taste of it and she could feel her pussy getting wet again. But her husband had drunk too much so she washed it off her hand quickly, but where did it come from. She knew it was not her husband, she went to the bathroom and went to check on her son, he was sound asleep and did not look like he was up.

"Oh my god." She whispered it was Kevin, she was thinking about him when she was masturbating, young, vibrant in shape. "He must have been up here to use the bathroom and he must have heard me, he was spying on me the whole time."

She slowly went downstairs, I was trying to sleep as she approached the couch and she sat down on the end and shook my legs. I stirred trying to pretend I was in a deep sleep and she shook them again saying my name aloud.

"Oh I'm sorry Angela I must have fallen asleep." I said groggily.

"Kevin, I know you were upstairs and I know you watched me in my bedroom." She said sternly.

"Sorry I just could not turn away from what I saw, you're very beautiful." I said

"Thank you, but it was for you to spy on me like that and wrong of me for doing what I was doing." She replied.

"You have an incredible body too." I added.

"Thank you again, but let's make a fresh start and try to forget tonight's inappropriate behavior." She replied.

"It's going to be hard to forget how beautiful and incredibly sexy you looked." I said my cock was now stirring at watching her.




Republican Mom



"Kevin you have to stop, I'm older than you and the mother of your friend and teammate." She said trying to regain her composure.

"Sorry Angela, I will try hard to forget tonight." I said.

"Okay Kevin, I have to go to a tea party rally tomorrow would you like to go and see what other people think about how the country is being run?" She asked.

"Sure we can take my car." I said. "Are Steve and Tommy coming with us?" 

"Tommy will be, but Steve is playing golf." She said. "Well good night and sweet dreams." 

"Yeah you too." I replied.

I watched the sway of her ass as she left the living room, then I watched he move of her long shapely legs as she climbed the stairs. I let my hard on subside on its own and fell back asleep on the couch, it was quite comfortable. The next morning I was awoken to the smell of bacon cooking from the kitchen, I went out and found Angela cooking breakfast. She was wearing a fleece hooded tunic and a pair of black yoga pants that made her ass looks better than the breakfast.

"Sit down; Tommy will be down in a minute." She said.

"So I was thinking we will have to stop back to my house so I can grab a quick shower and change." I said.

"Okay, I guess it will be just you and I, Tommy had decided he rather stay home than go today." She said sounding nervous.

Tommy entered the kitchen and sat down, we made small talk and how he did not envy me for having to go this Tea Party event. We devoured the scrambled eggs and bacon drank our juice and we left the house, leaving Tommy home. My mother left a note for me on the door as we got to her house that she was off to run some errands.

I went upstairs to take a shower leaving Angela downstairs, when I came back down; I had on a tight pair of jeans and no shirt. I made the excuse of having one in the dryer and I knew she would like the view, I'm not a Greek god but I'm in good shape, better than her husband.

Angela was embarrassed to find herself checking him out, his ass looked well in the jeans she thought and he was in such good shape. It had been a long time since she had been with a man who was in good shape, her husband had let himself go after he became management at is job.

Soon they were on their way to the rally and the first thing Kevin noticed was there was a lot of people there. The speakers were upset over everything from too much government and taxes that were bludgeoning the tax payers. 

He was amazed at how passionate Angela was, she was shouting out slogans with the rest of the crowd and she would get all giddy when a speaker she liked came up to speak. They had a meet and greet with one of the republican representatives on the state level and one that would be running for congress. The event got over around two in the afternoon and they started driving back home.

"You see how exciting it is to see people finally opening their eyes to the waste and abuse in Washington." She said. "It's amazing that it took people this long to wake up."

"Wow I never knew people were this passionate over politics." I replied. "I can't wait for my first time voting."

"Well first you will have to get registered to vote and choose a political party." She said.

"I really like would I see at the republican side of things." I said she did not seem to pick up on the innuendo I was dropping. "Hey you mind if take old route 45 it don't usually have any cops on it and I would love to open the car up a little bit."

"Sure just don't go too fast or you might scare me." She laughed.

I turned onto the road, it was around fifteen miles long, not many houses on it and it was mostly straight, it used to be well traveled at one time. I shifted and soon the car was up to about seventy miles per hour, she did not look nervous but commented on how fast we were going and how exciting it was. I reached over and put my hand on her thigh and told her could get more exciting if she wanted it too.

We drove for a couple of miles, surprisingly she did not move my hand and I pulled over onto an old dirt road I knew was abandoned. Guys usually come up here for beer drinking and parking with girlfriends her eyes opened wide as we drove half way up it to a secluded spot where we had a party just a few days ago.

"I know this road; we used to come up here back in the eighties." She said.

"Has it changed much?" I asked as I put the car in park.

"No still looks the same." She said.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and then I reached over and UN did hers, she sat and looked at me, she was breathing heavy and she was trembling with nervous excitement. I moved over close on the bench seat and put my hand behind her head the other on her waist and pulled her to me.

"I told you today would get more exciting." I said and leaned in and kissed her.

She tried to pull away at first and I held her close to me and held her head into place, she pushed away but was not strong enough to get me to move. After a few minutes of her lips trying to get away from mine, I finally pushed them apart and slid my tongue in, suddenly I felt a soft moan from her mouth and she stopped resisting. She flung her arms around the back of my neck and we were now kissing passionately in the front seat of my car.

As we kissed my other hand roamed up under her tunic and I found her bra clad breast, it was firm and the nipple was very hard poking through the fabric of her bra. I gave it gentle squeezes and then gently pinched and toyed with her obviously sensitive nipple. She now pushed her entire weight on top of me and we were laid out on the bench seat, I don't know if she did this to stop me from playing with her breast but I now had a new target.

Both of my hands slid down her back and into the back of her yoga pants, I was now running my hands over the soft smooth flesh of her ass. To my surprise this conservative mom was wearing a thong as I kept cupping and squeezing her ass cheeks. Her legs were slightly spread as we continued to make out and I decided I had to try to get a feel of her pussy. Just as I tried she stopped kissing me and pushed herself off of me and went back over to her side of the car.

"Kevin, like I said last night, this has gone too far and we just went way to far today. Please take me home."

She said putting her arms across her chest after she buckled her seatbelt.

"Whatever you say Angela, it was just the excitement of last night and the rally and having a really beautiful woman in my car with me, I just had to try something." I told her.

"It's okay, I was excited too." She said stopping for a moment that she had used a poor choice of words. "Just take me home."

We drove in silence the rest of the way home and I got home had dinner with my mother, did my homework in my room. Later that night I masturbated thinking about Angela and what we did in my car today and I could never forget how great her body looked while she was masturbating last night.

2.

Next week after practice I had to work with Tommy extra during the week, every time I mentioned maybe coming over it was either his mother said she was not feeling well or that she was very busy and did not have time to tend to anyone. So I did not force the issue as bad as I wanted to see her, I still wanted to play it cool.

On Thursday I looked to see who signed up to chaperone the trip, we were leaving by bus Friday night from the school and driving to the tournament. We would have two nights to sleep over in a motel; the chaperones were two couples, one of the gym teachers, our coach, assistant coach and their wives and Angela. While looking at the list and of the list of recommended items to bring, Tommy came up to me to talk to me.

"Have you signed up for a room?" He asked.

"No not yet why?" I replied.

"Coach was saying we would have to have one more room with me and my mom. So figured seeing how she already knew you that it would be an ideal choice." He explained.

"Sure why not." I said even though I could have roomed with some of my other friends.

"Cool I will put you down on the list." He said giving me a high five.

When Friday came around we were all standing out in the parking lot and after the bags and equipment got loaded onto the bus we boarded. Angela sat up in front with the other chaperones but we exchanged a pleasant hello as I checked her out in her tight jeans and top she was wearing.

The trip was nearly three and a half hours, we got our bags out but left the equipment bags in the storage hold on the bus. We then went out for a quick team meal and then it was back to the motel to get a good night sleep to be ready for tomorrow.

When we got to our room Tommy and I had to sleep in one of the twin size beds and his mother got the other one. She went into the bathroom first to shower and change into her night clothes while the two of us watched television. When she came out she was wearing a tight little tee shirt with a matching pair of shorts, she did not have a bra on as her nipples were protruding.

"I got next." Tommy said getting up quickly to get into the bathroom.

When I heard the water start to run, I got up and quietly went over to his mother who was standing in front of the sink looking into the mirror brushing her hair. Without warning I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face into the back of her head inhaling the aroma of her freshly washed hair.

"Kevin stops it, behave yourself." She said in a stern whisper.

"Did you wear this to tease me; you know how sexy I find you." I whispered huskily in her ear then I worked my way down to her neck giving it soft wet kisses.

"Tommy is in the shower, you have to behave." She said.

Before she could stop me I ran one hand up her tee shirt, she dropped her brush as my hand found one of her small firm breasts as I cupped it she was trying to pull my hand out. Taking the opportunity I pushed my other hand down the front of her shorts, over her bare mound and gently rubbed between her pussy lips.

"Kevin, Kevin pleases no not here." She cried.

Her pussy began to betray her and began to get wet as I stopped rubbing up and down the slit and found her clit teasing it with my fingers. She stopped trying to pull my and out of her shirt, her body went limp and she turned her head and our mouths met in a wet passionate kiss. After a few minutes of this teasing the shower stopped running and I moved away from her leaving her in her aroused state.

When Tommy came out I got into the shower and the first thing I did was relieve myself, then I washed up. When I came back out Angela was in bed sleeping and Tommy was still awake watching television, he was too excited to go to sleep right away so I knew the rest of the night I would not have a chance to try anything with his mother.

Before either I or Tommy was up the next morning Angela was already up and dressed, then she woke us up to tell us we need to get into uniform and get down for the team breakfast. She left the room and met up with some of the other chaperones and when Tommy I got down to the motel's diner she was sitting with them.

Angela had a on a colorful summer dress that went down to her knees but showed some of her nicely tanned cleavage. She looked very pretty today and if I did not snap out of it I was going to have a hard time concentrating on today's game. We finished breakfast and went aboard the bus for the game, we played in the first game and the coach said no matter how we do we would stay and watch the second game to see how our next opponent looked.

A coin toss decided that we were up first and we jumped on them early, Tommy had two strikes on him leading off and he looked down the third base line for instruction from the coach. To everyone's surprise he laid down a perfect drag bunt down the first base line and beat the throw out, and then he stole second. Our number two hitter grounded out and moved over to third and then he was brought in on a single and then a double gave us runners on second and third. I wanted to show off for Angela and in a long at bat with their pitcher running the count to full and fouling off a few pitches I got my pitch and I drove it over the fence for a home run.

When the inning was over we were up to a five to nothing lead, we did well out in the field, then we went down one, two, three. This went back and forth for a few innings then we tacked on two more run in the fifth. When the game was finally over we won nine to one and we sat in the bleachers watching the next game. The team we were going to face next looked just as good as we did, even though I should have been watching the game I spent more time checking out Angela.

The game was finally over and we had a good idea of what we were going up against in the next game, we all got back on the bus and headed back to the motel. The chaperones and coach's told us to get back to our rooms, shower and get ready to go out for team dinner. We got back to our room, I told Tommy to go ahead and get in the shower first, and he did slide in base a few times and was dirtier than me. Angela sat in a chair that was in the room and put on Fox news and was catching up on the day's events.

"Wow if we keep that guy in office too much longer we will go from a recession to a depression." She commented after hearing some bad economic news.

"Yeah it will tough to even find summer jobs before college when high school lets out." I said. "So what did you think about that home run I hit."

"Yes that was a good hit." She said.

I took off my jersey and my shirt that I had on underneath, Angela was now staring at me out of the corner of her eye. I could tell she liked my body and who could blame her compared to her husband. Tommy was done in the shower and he came out to get ready and I went in to shower. We got ready to go out to dinner and went to a nice steak house. During dinner Angela and the rest of the grown ups split two bottles of wine and she had a few glasses.

After dinner we got back to the motel room and everyone was ready for bed, Tommy and I got into our tee shirts and gym shorts. Angela went into change too, when she came out she was not wearing pajamas she had on a pink nightie with spaghetti straps, white lace across the chest, it was short that you could get a nice look at her long sexy legs.

Once the lights were out about an hour after they were Tommy was sound asleep, I quietly got out of bed with him and went to the bathroom for a moment. When I came back in I did not get in bed with Tommy, I got in bed with Angela. She was sleeping soundly on her back and did not feel me slide in. I got next to her and pulled her body next to mine, nuzzled my face into her neck.

"Kevin what are you doing?" She said aloud.

"You're going to wake Tommy." I whispered and resumed my assault on her neck.

"Get back in your own bed and stop this." She whispered.

"No." I whispered and kissed her on the mouth.

She made muffled sounds as she tried to move away, but I used my strength to my advantage and leverage and kept kissing her. Soon enough she stopped and was returning the kisses back, our tongues were now intertwined in each others mouths. Now that our resistance was gone, I used my hand to pull the strap down off her arm and on one side. I now had a bare breast that I gently toyed with, it was firm and the nipple was large and puffy. She sighed softly into my mouth as I did this, as we made out longer my hand slid down her flat stomach to her crotch, she pressed her legs shut, but I pushed them back apart with my leg.

Her pussy was cleanly shaven, the skin around it soft and smooth, I gently ran my hand up the slit and she was beginning to become wet. I continued to gently tease her pussy making her resistance to me become weaker and weaker. Soon I gently began to finger fuck her and tease her clit, she was still moaning softly and still kissing me passionately. 

I tried to get my cock out and make love to her but she pushed it away and broke off the kiss reminding me that her son was in the same room. Then I felt her soft little hand grab my hard cock and stroke it slowly as we lay on the bed kissing and masturbating each other. After about ten minutes of this I felt a soft little gush of fluid come from her pussy. I had just brought her to orgasm; the thought of bringing an older married woman to orgasm with my fingers had me so excited that I was cumming all over her hand.

"You better get in your own bed now; I have to go get this cleaned up." She said. 

We both got out of bed together and she was careful not to drip any of my cum on her sheets or blankets as she went into the bathroom. She did not close the door and from the angle I had I could see that she turned on the water. She then lifted her hand to her nose and gave a sniff of my cum and then licked it off of her hand. After she had swallowed it all she then washed her hands and came back to bed. I was now hard again but knew I should not press my luck twice in the same night.

The next morning Angela was already up and dressed, she woke Tommy and me up and told us we had to get ready. While we were getting ready she had already left to go down to the diner for breakfast, she left a note to remind us to take our bags as well. She had taken hers and gave it to the bus driver to store underneath the bus. 

After we got ready and had breakfast went to the tournament we watched the consolation game and then we got ready for our game. It was a pretty tough game too; Tommy was over matched at the stage of the season and got struck out a couple times. I could not get any good pitches either the other team got lucky and hit a solo home run off our pitcher and that is how the game ended a one to nothing loss for us. The coaches reassured us that we did the best we could and played a great game and hopefully we meet up with them again in the states.

3.

Now I knew I wanted to fuck her more than ever and I knew she must find me somewhat desirable for what we did in the motel room in her bed. The team did not have practice on Monday due to the long weekend; we had a long practice on Tuesday. Wednesday was our normal routine and we had a game against our division rival. It was a home game and on the way down to the field I waved to Angela, she shyly waved back and kept talking to the other moms.

We had a good game again, I went two for three with a double and two runs batted in, and Tommy got a hit and stole a base we ended up winning the game seven to two. We went back up to the locker room and showered and then went home from the game that night I was trying to figure out a way to get into Angela's pants. Surfing the web I saw that a conservative political writer was going to be at the bookstore over in the city. 

So I drove to the store Saturday, bought a copy of her book, surprisingly she was a nice looking lady as well. Must be a republican thing I thought and stood in line to get a copy of the book signed, when I got up there she made a big deal over having a handsome young fan. Said some stuff how we needed more young republicans and I asked her if she could sign the book to Angela. That night I took a chance and called her up, she answered the phone.

"Hello." She said pleasantly.

"Hey Angela." I said.

"Do you need to talk to Tommy?" She asked.

"No I wanted to talk to you, I bought you a present and I wondered if you want to stop over tomorrow and pick it up." I told her.

"I don't think so Kevin." She said.

"I really think you will like it, I promise to behave." I lied.

"Well I got church in the morning; I will stop after church to pick it up." She said.

"Okay sees you tomorrow." I said and she hung up.

All morning Sunday I kept look out for her, she finally pulled up in front of the house and walked up to the front door. She looked stunning; she had a black sleeveless shirt and a red knee length skirt, with black hose on and heals. Her make up was well applied and she had on a perfume that was aromatically seductive to say the least.




Republican Mom



"Good morning good to see you, you look great." I said answering the door in a pair of gym shorts and nothing else.

"Can we make this quick?" She asked.

"Yeah sure, I was just working out." I said. "Are your husband and Tommy out in the car?"

"No they do not go to church." She said coming into the house.

I went into the other room and got the book; I left it in the bag still and handed it to her. She took it out of the bag and handed it back to me.

"I'm sorry you keep it, I have this book already, and you should have asked I would have let you borrow it, if you got your receipt maybe you can get your money back."

"I can not take it back, cause there is something written inside." I said opening it up and handing it back to her.

"To my good friend and fan Angela, Best Wishes Anne Colton." She read aloud.

"I went and got you an autographed copy." I said. "I heard you were a big fan of hers."

"Yes she is one of the reasons I love republican politics so much and is a big inspiration to me. How can me ever thank you." She said.

"Oh I can think of something." I said and took her into my arms and kissed her on the lips.

To my surprise she did not push me away or resist she just stood there kissing me back holding onto her book. I reached for the book and tossed it down on the couch, and then she reached up and wrapped her arms around me. We were both kissing passionately and my hands were exploring her body, I felt her breasts, her ass and undid a couple buttons on her shirt. 

She broke the kiss off and kissed her way down my neck, then down my chest and my stomach. She got on her knees in front of me and grabbed the waist band of my shorts and my hard seven inch cock popped out in front of her. Kneeling there mesmerized by my cock she reached up with both her small hands and gently stroked it up and down.

I placed my hand on the back of her head, she looked up at me with her brown eyes, and her pink lips on her mouth were slightly parted. She licked them with her pink tongue; I pushed her head closer to my cock. She resisted a little bit, not sure if she was going to suck it or not, I could tell by the look in her eyes she wanted to and just needed a little bit of encouragement.

"Oh Kevin." She whispered her mouth just close enough to my cock I could feel her breath on it.

"Do it Angela, you know you want too." I said pushing head the rest of the way.

She just took the head of it into her warm wet mouth and I felt like I was in heaven as her tongue swirled around my cockhead. Then without any more encouragement her head and hands were working in a nice steady rhythm up and down on my cock. I could hear her breathing heavy and she was making loud slurping sounds. God she was the best cocksucker I have ever had, maybe that is because all of them were inexperienced girls and not a full grown woman.

Now she was stroking me with one hand and her other hand was fondling my nuts, it tingled nicely the way her long nails raked my balls. All I could do was let out a loud grunt and a groan as I emptied my nuts into her mouth. She swallowed as much of my cum as she could then she could not swallow and more and stopped.She quickly got up, she stared at me totally stunned at what she had done, she wiped her mouth.

"Oh god what have I done." She said grabbing the book and running out of the house before I could get my shorts up to stop her.

All I could think about now was Angela and how great her blow job was, that night alone in my bed I lay there thinking about and was soon masturbating to a huge cum shot. The next day at school I had my usual routine and had practice that afternoon. I made small talk with Tommy to try to gauge what his mother was.

He said his mother had a real attitude lately and won't allow him to have any friends over after school to hang out. We had a series of road games this week and next week, we played five in a row then we were going to have a homecoming game. 

The first road game was on Tuesday, we did very well and won seven to one, then the second one was a close game and we won three to two. Then we played one on Saturday I was hoping Angela was going to go but Tommy said she was not feeling well. We won the game six to three, the next week we continued our hot streak and won five to two and six to nothing.

It was time for the homecoming dance and I found out from Tommy his mother was going to be chaperoning the dance. We were having a great season and nothing would cap that season off better than to finally get to have sex with her.

I drove my car to the dance and when I went in I hung out with my friends, but my eyes followed Angela around the gym. Angela had on a red dress that fit her very tight; it was a few inches above her knee and heals on. It had a big long gold zipper that went down the back and all the way down to her legs; I could not get over how great her ass looked in it. 

She was the center of attention, all the dads and a few of the teachers that were there hit on her when they could or flirted with her. After about two hours of the dance I finally found a chance to talk to her alone.

"Hey." I said.

"Hey Kevin." She replied not looking at me.

"Meet me out at my car, I'm parked over by section G, it's secluded." I told her.

"Why?" She asked. "I have to chaperone this dance."

"They got enough chaperones, we'll just talk." I told her trying to reassure her.

"I guess I could say this music is giving me a terrible headache." She said turning and walking away.

I went out to the car and sat inside it, she came outside and I rolled down the driver side window. I told her to grab her car and follow me to a place even more private. She asked about her son and told her to call him and let him know she had to leave because she did not feel well; he could catch a ride with another member of the team. She did as she was told and followed me out of the parking lot, we drove about three miles out of town and I pulled over as we went up an old dirt road.

She got out of her car and I opened the passenger side door for her and watched her beautiful legs as she got into the car. I had on a soft rock station, she smiled at me for a moment then turned away to look out the window.

"Since that morning at my house all I can think about is you." I said moving closer to her. I put my arm around the back of the car and touched her soft silky hair.

"It's all I can think about too Kevin, but its wrong." She said meekly.

"I know it's wrong but its exciting too, tell me you don't find it exciting." I said.

"I do that is what is so wrong about it, I'm married and older, and I should not be having sexual relations with a young man." She said turning to look at me.

Her brown eyes looked so beautiful even with tears in them, as one fell on her cheek I reached up and gently wiped one away. Then I leaned in and kissed her softly on her lips, she was hesitant and I could feel her body tremble as I pulled her tight to me.

"I'm going to make love to you." I whispered and she kissed me more passionately on the lips.

We kissed for several minutes, hands exploring each other and mine found her zipper, I pulled it down slowly and got her out of the dress she was wearing. I told her to wait a moment and I got in the back seat I had a couple of blankets back there I laid one on top of the seat and the other as a pillow. Then I got her to get in the back seat with me, I pushed her down and she laid flat on her back.

She had on a black strapless bra, I reached under her and unhooked it, and her breasts looked as perfect in the moonlight as I finally got a close up look at them. As we kissed I alternated from her lips, her neck to her nipples as I gently kissed and licked them making her moan softly.

She had on a black lace thong and I got between her legs, I pulled it down, she looked so beautiful naked in my back seat with only her black stockings and heals on. I pulled my jeans down and took my shirt off as she laid there looking at me waiting for me to undress. I kissed my way back up her long beautiful legs and gently pushed them apart.

Her pussy, clean shaven, I could smell perfume and its musky odor, I gently pushed the labia apart and ran my tongue up and down it, gently licking her. She was relaxed at first and then stiffened when my tongue found her clit.

"Yes right there, lick it right there." She cried. "It's been a long time since anyone has licked my pussy."

I did as she said and concentrated most of my attention to that spot licking and teasing her pussy with my tongue. After several minutes of this she was now thrashing about on the back seat of my car in the throes of having an orgasm.

I planted several soft kisses on her pussy after her orgasm subsided, I kissed my way up her stomach, to her breasts and then I gently eased my cock into her. She was still fairly tight and I could feel the muscles of her pussy clamp themselves around my cock. Slowly I eased my cock in and out of her as we made passionate love, kissing and allowing our mouths to explore each other.

As the passion built up and our love making became more animalistic I moved my cock in and out of her faster and faster. She pulled her legs up half way up my back and I was plunging deeply in and out of her as she moaned aloud with passion. Then the wall of conservatism within finally broke down and the moans were replaced by her voice.

"Yes Kevin fucks me, fuck me hard, and yes fuck me hard." She panted over and over as I pounded her pussy.

Her fingernails dug into my back hard as she was brought to a powerful orgasm, she was breathing hard and heavy and I was fighting hard not to cum. I wanted to change position; I wanted her from behind so I pulled my cock out and without saying a word I rolled her over. She instinctively put her ass up in the air and put her head down; I got behind her and slid my cock in.

Fucking her doggie style was my ultimate fantasy as my hands ran up and down her nice round ass; she met each of my thrusts pushing back against me. We fucked long and hard, the windows fogged up and my car got very humid as sweat was pouring off of both of us on this hot spring night. I grabbed her by the waist fucking her as fast and hard as could now, she had reached up between her legs and was rubbing my balls as I did.

"Oh fuck I can't hold it anymore!" I screamed as I unloaded spurt after spurt of cum into her.

We just lay in the back seat of my car for almost an hour, kissing and holding each other. She told me how sex with her husband no longer satisfied her and how this was the most she had ever cum in one night than she ever had with her husband. I was hard again but she would not let me fuck her again, she instead did something she never done and that was suck on a cock after it's been in her pussy. She got me into a sitting position in the back seat and she got up on all fours, without using her hands because she needed them for support she sucked my cock.

At first it was a slow paced blowjob as she took her time, but when I reached up between her legs and played with her pussy which was still full of my cum she started sucking harder faster. Even though I had just cum an hour ago, she was milking the cum out of my cock with her mouth in just a few minutes of vigorous sucking.

After we both recovered we finally got dressed, I walked her to her car and she drove home and I drove to my house. We had an affair the rest of the season, after graduation and all through the summer.

Epilogue

I came home from college on my first break of the fall and found that Angela refused to see me, would not take my calls. I figured she reconciled her relationship with her husband. When I came home for Christmas I saw Tommy and told me how his mother was pregnant. Before next spring when college let out she gave birth to a nine pound baby boy she named Jack. I saw Tommy and he said him and his father were excited about the new baby, something told me that it was mine but I left her alone not wanting to pursue fatherhood.

Years passed and I came home less and less after college, finally I did come home one summer for my ten year reunion. I stopped by and watched a little league game, Angela and her husband were there as their son Jack who I found out was the star of the team. More years passed and Jack was a big high school star and would soon get a scholarship to college.

I saw Angela the same year Jack graduated from high school, I was in town because a cousin of mine was one of his classmates and I had to see her graduate. She still looked beautiful and radiant as ever at almost sixty, her black hair was half grey now. She thanked me for never pursuing the matter to find out if Jack was mine or not. She said deep down she knows he is my child and she thought about aborting it eighteen years ago but her conservative republican ways would not let her. She said it was not hard to convince her husband that it was his because he would never expect his wife of an affair.

I told her I already had enough kids of my own and said I would take the secret to my grave, and then I gave her kiss on the cheek and told her if she wanted to stop by for old time's sake that I was in room two hundred at the motel. She never came by but it was worth a try, as I went back to my room that night, turned on Fox news and bitched about democrats for old time's sake.