4 comments/ 11500 views/ 1 favorites Something is Missing By: SthrnBelle Chris - a well-respected and educated man from the big city. He has seen the world and accomplished many things. He shares his life with his wife, children and friends and lives a life of luxury. Something is missing from his life . . . Melissa - an educated woman from a small town. She has devoted her life to her husband and children. She doesn't have many friends and has not ventured very far outside of her little world. Something is missing from her life . . . They meet by chance in a chat room. Two people from the opposite ends of the spectrum. Neither of them looking for anything serious, just someone to have a chat with, just to find a companion to talk to about anything. Both are comfortable in their marriage. Something is missing from their lives . . . until now. They chat, getting to know a little about each other and then one of them poses the question, "Can I ask you something personal?" Then the worlds of two total opposites collide and seem to mesh more than they dreamed possible. They discuss the things missing in their marriages and they discover that there are a lot of common things between them. One thing leads to another and they are discussing their fantasies and dreams. After a few months of chatting, Chris has a business trip close to where Melissa lives and they decide to meet. Plans are made and both are anxious about this face-to-face meeting. He is flying in a day earlier than needed. They are going to meet, have dinner and see what happens. Chris arrives at the hotel and unpacks. He jumps into the shower, thinking about seeing Melissa in person for the first time. If she's anything like her photos, he's going to be the most envied man in the restaurant. He chooses to wear slacks and a long-sleeved dress shirt with the top three buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up slightly. They had decided on the "dressy casual" for attire that night. Nothing fancy. He decides to go to the restaurant early so he can see her come in. One last glance in the mirror, hair is great and he notices the "young man" grin on his face. He hasn't seen that for almost 10 years. Melissa has spent the afternoon readying for this meeting. Making sure every hair was in its place and that every curve on her body was soft and supple. She has chosen a form fitting knit shirt that accentuates her large breasts and a short skirt that shows off her curves. As she walks to the door, she pauses at the mirror in the entryway. She's never looked so beautiful. She notices a spark in her eyes that hasn't been there for years. She feels like a schoolgirl again. She smoothes her skirt down and walks out the door. She arrives at the restaurant about 10 minutes early. She takes a seat at the bar, hoping to get a glance of him before they meet. She turns to the bartender and orders. She scans the room looking for him. She turns and notices the man next to her. She can't see his face but he sure smells good. He seems to be waiting for someone also. He turns to order another drink from the bartender and she catches her breath. It's Chris! He hears her gasp and turns to see what is going on. Their eyes meet and the sparks fly like the 4th of July. They talk for a moment while waiting to be seated. They are seated at a table for two in the back corner of the room. Seems to be somewhat private, it's quiet and the lighting isn't too bright. They sit and Chris orders an exquisite wine for both of them. Melissa has never tasted wine but finds it a wonderful discovery. He finds her a breath of fresh air. Watching her discover part of his world delights him. Melissa finds it hard to take her eyes off of Chris, she wants to reach out and touch his handsome face but she's reluctant. She knows this isn't the perfect time or place, or how Chris would react. All of her will is being tried now. She's fighting the urges to touch him, kiss him, let him know just how much she longs for his touch. Little does she know that Chris is fighting the same urges. Chris is taken by her beauty. She's unspoiled by the harshness of life. Melissa is such a desirable woman. If he could, he'd take her then and there. His passion for her is unbearable. He's afraid to make any contact with her, but afraid it would send him over the edge. Their knees touch under the table . . . Chris sees Melissa blush . . . He can feel the heat rising . . . He must have her . . . Melissa fans herself . . . Noticing that the temperature has risen . . . Knowing that it's her that has gotten hotter . . . She must have him . . . Against all she knows, she reaches across the table and runs her hand down his cheek. Her breaths are coming faster and shallower. He notices, takes her hand in his and gently kisses each fingertip. He leans across the table and gives her a slow, soft, passionate kiss. Melissa is so taken by that kiss that she becomes light-headed. He asks her, "Are you ready to go? There are so many things I want to show you." She slowly nods yes. He calls for the check. He grabs his cell phone from his pocket and makes a quick call. "We're ready. Yes, we'll be there shortly." He hangs up the phone and slips it back into his pocket, pays the bill and takes her hand as she rises from the seat on weak knees. He places his hand in the small of her back and leads her from the restaurant, into the limo waiting out front for them. Once the door closes on the limo, he reaches to her, pulling her into his embrace, kissing her softly on the neck several times before he locks her into the most hot, passionate kiss either of them have experienced. She reaches around him and pulls him into her heaving breasts. He can feel her nipples harden as they press into his chest. He pulls back and brushes her hair from her cheek, "Sit back and enjoy the ride." She tries to slow her breathing and calm her pulse but nothing seems to be working. She wiggles in the seat, trying to get comfortable. She didn't wear any panties and she notices the moisture that has built between her legs. Chris sits back into the seat and pulls her close. He drapes his jacket across his lap so Melissa won't see the erection straining against the fabric of his slacks. He concentrates on relaxing but the smell of her hair keeps bringing him to this very moment, a moment of such heat. The driver announces, "Sir, we've reached our destination." Chris opens the door and helps Melissa out. She notices that they are at his hotel. Her heart skips a beat. This is a big moment, can she follow through with it? She's never felt as alive as she does at this very moment. Chris guides her into the hotel toward the elevator. They wait, silently, as the elevator arrives. They enter the elevator, alone. It's quiet for a moment and then Chris reaches to the panel and pushes the "Stop" button. "I must have some of you now." He says as he grabs her and kisses her. His hands move from her neck to her breasts. He can feel the nipples through her shirt, hard and aching to be touched, kissed, devoured. He squeezes her nipples, trailing kisses down her neck and across her shoulder. She runs her hands down his back to his waist. She pauses for a moment, arching her back for him to have a better angle of her breasts. He lifts her shirt and guides the nipple out of the top of her bra. He lowers his lips to her sensitive nipple and flicks his tongue across it. He then takes it into his mouth and gently nibbles. She moves her hands around to his stomach and slowly down the front of his slacks. She feels the hardness of his cock straining against the slacks. She unzips them and reaches in to touch him. He pulls back, fixes her shirt, zips back up, and starts the elevator again. "It's time." The elevator doors open directly at his room. He has the Penthouse suite. She's amazed at the room, looking around, taking it all in. She is snapped back into reality when she hears the door lock behind her. "No interruptions!" he says as he walks up to her and brushes his hand across her checks. She melts into him and they embrace in wild kisses. His hands explore her body and hers exploring his. He gently raises her shirt and lifts it over her head. He tosses it to the floor and cups her breasts with his hands. He moves his hands down and around her waist. He finds the zipper to her skirt and slowly lowers it then in one swift movement, the skirt is down to her ankles. He moves her one step forward and she steps out of it. He looks at her body, taking in each and every exquisite inch. She is now at her most vulnerable, standing there in her bra, garter belt, thigh-highs and heels. Nothing else. She feels the coolness of the air against her hot, wet pussy. She reaches for him and slowly unbuttons his shirt and pulls it from the waist of his slacks, down his arms and it joins her clothes on the floor. She runs her hands down his chest and feels him take a deep breath as she reaches his waistband. She unfastens the belt, then the button, then the zipper. She feels his hardness underneath his shorts. She drops to her knees and slowly pulls the slacks to his ankles, then she pulls the shorts down. His erection pops out of his shorts, right into her face. She knew he was endowed but really had no idea how much. She takes his hard cock into her hand and places warm soft kisses on the swollen head. He raises her back to her feet as he kicks off his shoes and steps out of his clothes. They press their hot bodies close and kiss again. She feels like she's about to explode, she wants him more than she's ever wanted anyone before. Her whole body aches for him. His cock is hard. He can't remember the last time he was this hard. He must have her, all of her. He leads her to the bed and gently eases her back onto it. He looks at her, starting at her toes and slowly moving his gaze up her body, their eyes meet. They can see the passion, the lust, in each other's eyes. He touches her ankles. He moves his hand slowly but deliberately up her inner thigh and pauses just before he touches her soft, warm pussy. He can feel the heat and the moisture on her thigh. "She's ready for this." he thinks to himself. He gently takes his fingers and lightly touches her clit. She sighs in ecstasy, arching her back. He glides into the bed beside her. He reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, easing it off of her as he continues his soft attack on her clit. He takes her hard nipple into his mouth and she moans. He knows what turns her on the most. They have shared all of these things before, now it's all real, not a dream. She reaches for him, wanting to feel that glorious cock. He stops her. "This is your time," he tells her. She shakes her head, "No, I need to feel you. Please!" "In due time. Let me please you now," comes his reply. He knows that she's on the brink of an orgasm because he sees her eyes glass over and she bites her bottom lip. He inserts his finger into her swollen pussy. As he starts to move it in and out he feels her body shudder as it reaches the climax. He leans to kiss her, to elevate her orgasm. As her orgasm starts to subside, he takes her nipples into his mouth again and nibbles a little harder this time. He kisses his way down her stomach and hips. He reaches her pussy and pauses to inhale the wonderful smell. It's the smell of a woman hot for him, ready to please him. His tongue reaches out and flicks her clit. He moves his tongue up and down her slit, she runs her hands through his hair. She writhes in anticipation of his tongue's next move. This feels wonderful to her but she really wants to feel his hard cock in her. She begs him to fuck her but to no avail. He will tell her when it's time. He darts his tongue in and out of her juicy pussy, savoring every drop of her nectar. It's the sweetest tasting he's ever had. He stops for a moment and lies on his back. He pulls her on top of him, her wetness in his face. His hard cock is poised between her breasts. He resumes the oral pleasures on her. She returns them by taking his hard cock into her mouth. As she takes him deeper into her mouth, she can hear him moan and she can feel the vibrations in her pussy. She cries out. It feels so wonderful. They continue orally pleasing each other for a short while. He continuously brings her to the brink of orgasm and then stops, giving her just enough time to come down a little before starting up again. He keeps having to stop her. She's brought him to the edge many times. He doesn't want to cum yet. He wants to fill her with his hot cum when the time is right. He rolls her off of him. He moves on top of her, his cock feeling the softness of her wet pussy but not entering. He kisses her. She can taste her juices in his kiss. She's never experienced that before. She whispers into his ear, "I need you. I want you. Please, take me now." He leans back slightly, looking into her eyes, he melts. Such beautiful eyes, such a passionate woman. He wants her, needs her, too. He nods yes to her. He moves his hips slightly, feeling the head of his cock against the moisture of her slit. He eases it in, inch by inch. She draws a deep breath as he enters. She feels like a virgin being filled for the first time. He continues slowly, giving her time to adjust to his cock in her. She arches her back screaming out in ecstasy, and she lets him know that she's about to cum. As she starts to cum he pushes his cock deep into her and she thrusts back at him. He's never had a woman cum for him that easily. He gives her a moment to enjoy that orgasm and starts rocking back and forth in her. He can feel how tight her pussy is. It's like hot, wet silk. He quickens his pace. She rocks her hips meeting his rhythm. He cups her breast in his hand, taking her nipple into his mouth. He bites it gently, pulling on it with his mouth. She cries out with another orgasm. He starts moving faster, deeper, harder. He can feel her biggest orgasm start. That's enough to send him over the edge with her. She tells him, "Oh my God! I'm going to cum! I want you to cum deep inside me! Fill me with your sweet cum!" With those words, their dreams come true and they discover, as they float into their world of mutual orgasm, that now . . . Nothing is missing . . . As they collapse, fulfilled, they snuggle together, drifting off into a dream world that only they reside in, no one else. As early morning arrives, they enjoy coffee together, knowing that it's time to say good-bye for now. They know that this may be the only time they will ever see each other like this. Life has a funny way with things. He will go back to his family and busy city life, and she will return to her family and small town life. The last thing said as they part ways is, "You are the final piece to the puzzle. Until our next adventure . . . " Then they turned and walked away . . . Lovers forever, maybe only on a computer screen from now on but they will always have their one night of discovery. Something is Missing Ch. 02 It's been almost a year since Chris and Melissa discovered how it could be. They have been keeping their on-line love affair sizzling every chance they get. Unfortunately there hasn't been another chance for them to meet again. That is . . . until now. Chris tells Melissa that he has an office party he must attend this Friday. Being the new VP of operations, he must attend. Melissa tells Chris she understands. She explains to him that she has a conference to attend on Friday anyway. But, one thing she left out, the conference is in the town Chris works in. They make the date for their next chat and say good night. Knowing where he works and that his wife is out of town with the children, Melissa has a plan. She thinks a surprise meeting would be just the thing. She is going to "crash" the office party. She arranges at home to be gone all weekend. As the week progresses she can feel the anticipation rise. She almost backs out several times but realizes that this is what she needs, wants, must have. Since their meeting, Melissa has felt the emptiness at home more than ever. She felt so complete when she was in Chris' arms. In reading between the lines during their conversations, Chris seems to feel the same way. Thursday arrives and Melissa is on the plane to her destination. Anxiously awaiting the arrival of Friday evening, she finds herself getting hot just thinking of seeing Chris again. The plain arrives. She grabs her bags and heads to the hotel. She makes it through the conference, not really sure what was covered because her mind kept wandering off to how tonight was going to play out. She arrives back to the hotel and puts the plan into full motion. Starting with the most exotic shower she's ever had. She washes her hair, using the most fragrant shampoo she can find. She lathers her tanned body. She finds herself thinking of Chris sucking on her breast, touching her body. She mimics his touch, bringing herself to the brink of orgasm. She stops, wanting to give all of it to him. She towels off, applies the perfume that Chris loves, and lays out the outfit for the evening. Melissa has chosen a very short, black dress. The front cuts deep, almost to her navel, with little straps across the front. She has decided not to wear hose, just a lace thong and high heals with straps that wrap around her ankle. As she pulls her hair into a loose bun, she notices that spark is there in her eyes again. She calls for a cab, takes one last look in the mirror, smooths her dress, and out the door she goes . . . Chris is getting ready for his party. He has thought of Melissa all day. For some reason he has not been able to focus. She just keeps returning to his thoughts. He remembers their meeting. The smell of her perfume, the flow of her long hair, the softness of her skin. He longs for her each and every night. He leaves his home and heads to the office party, wishing she was there to escort him. He hates these parties. Boring, listening to the old men talking about themselves, their wives sitting in the corners gossiping about each other, just not a night he enjoys. As he arrives at the office, the waitress hands him a drink as he enters the room, looking around for a safe place to hide from these people. Too late. The President sees him and hurries over to drag him into his conversation. After about 15 minutes, Melissa finally gets the nerve to walk into the room where Chris is. She slips in quietly. The waitress hands her a glass of champaign. She drinks it quickly, trying to settle her nerves. She takes another glass to sip on and moves to an unoccupied corner, looking for Chris. Her heart skips a beat when she sees him! He's even more handsome tonight. She smiles and just watches him, taking every smile and jester in like a sponge. He glances her way, she turns, hoping not to be seen yet. When she turns back, their eyes meet. Chris blinks several times, not believing what he sees. It can't be! Is this why she has been on his mind today? NO! He is just imagining because he wants her so bad. He excuses himself and walks in the direction of his mirage. There she is, smiling so beautifully. Looking so damned hot. He must be dreaming. As Chris nears, Melissa holds out her hand, taking his and drawing him in for a soft kiss on the cheek. She whispers in his ear, " I could hear you calling me from miles away. Now I'm here. I'm all yours." Chris looks at her, "You are more beautiful than I remember!" Melissa smiles, "Are you angry? I had to see you." "No, not angry, ecstatic!" Chris tells her. They small talk for a few minutes, going over the details of the day. Melissa tells Chris that she's there for the weekend. She has a room at the hotel just down the road. She slips her key into his front pocket. "For safe keeping," she tells him. Smiling. Chris leans in, whispering to her, "Oh yes. I will be needing that." He takes her hand, leading her into the room. She pulls against him, shaking her head, "No." "It will be okay." he tells her as he approaches the group he was with earlier. "Gentlemen, this is Melissa. She is a very special person to me and has come from out of town to join us tonight as my escort." They all say their hellos. Chris can see them eyeing her, seeing the envy. He smiles and pulls her close to him, his arm around her waist, keeping her near. He wants her to know she's safe there with him. He can feel the eyes upon them, the wives in the corner lower their gossip and he knows that they have become the subject of the talk in the room. He excuses them, walks Melissa by the old women, grabbing her ass when they pass. The gasps could be heard over the softly playing music in the room. Melissa giggles, knowing what he did, shocking those old women. "They are just jealous! Their old men don't do that for them any more." Chris says with a laugh. Melissa laughs, feeling a little more at ease. They sit on a sofa in the corner. He places his hand on her bare knee, leans and kisses her softly on her pouting lips. Melissa has a hard time catching her breath. Only Chris knows how to take her breath away, making her so hot. She can feel the heat between her legs. Growing with each passing moment. They talk for a minute, knowing that Chris can't leave yet. Melissa makes the statement that the old men look like they haven't been laid in a while. Chris agrees, figuring that the old women have cobwebs and need a good sweeping out too. They both laugh, trying to keep it down. Chris moves his hand slowly up her thigh, moving the hem of Melissa's dress up slightly. She stops his hand, telling him it wouldn't be appropriate. Chris tells her that these old men would cum in their pants if they even saw her perfect pussy. Melissa blushes. Chris leans to kiss her neck. She lets out a sigh that is almost a moan. Melissa has longed for his touch and kiss for too long. She would let him take her now if he tried. Chris can feel the heat between them growing by the minute along with the bulge in his pants. He looks Melissa in the eyes and he sees the passion that he has waited for since their first meeting. As he looks at her, he whispers, "I want you more than you know." Melissa looks down to break the gaze and notices the erection that Chris has. Smiling at him she softly says, "I know more than you realize," as she looks down at his lap. Chris smiles and nods his head toward the door. Melissa shakes her head yes. Chris takes her hand and they head out the door. Once outside, they slowly walk toward her hotel, talking of what's to come. Chris stops, turning to face Melissa, leaning in and kissing her passionately, pulling her breasts into his chest. He looks into her eyes, "I have been dreaming of this. Having you in my arms again." He eases her back against the building, running his hands along her hips and waist. He reaches down, starting at her knees, running his hand up her inner thigh, feeling the heat at he draws closer to her pussy. He brushes across the thin lace covering her shaved pussy, and sending shivers up her spine. "I've got to have you now! I don't think I can wait!" Chris utters, straining to get the words out. He pulls her into the door way of the building, people walk by not even noticing they are there. He drops to his knees, pulling her to him. He lifts her skirt, burying his face in the fabric separating him from the sweet honey his wanted for so long. Her smell is so sweet. He takes one finger and pulls the lace aside, and flicks her swollen clit with his tongue. She moans and he feels her knees weaken. He runs his tongue along her slit, licking the dripping juices and savoring the taste. He's longed for that many nights. Just to taste her again has his cock so hard he can't take much more. He reaches up and slips the panties down her legs, she steps out of them. He stands, pulls her close and kisses her. She remembers that taste. The taste of his kisses after he has pleasured her. She has dreamed of these tastes, these feelings, these emotions, for such a long time. Melissa reaches between them. She finds his hard cock. As she undoes his pants, she tells him, "I want you more than I ever have." She frees his cock, massaging it with her hand. Chris grabs her leg, pulling it up to his waist, exposing her pussy. He guides his hard cock into her pussy. Slowly he eases it into her, feeling her wrap around him, pulling him into her. As he is entering her he can hear her breathing become more and more shallow. He remembers all the signs of her impending orgasms. He thrusts his cock deep into her, feeling her pulse with each wave of her orgasm. It takes every ounce of control he has not to cum with her. He stops moving as she cums. He can feel her juices running down his balls onto his thighs. She's so hot. As her orgasm subsides slightly, Chris starts to rock in and out of her, raising her to another orgasm. He's always loved the thought at how quickly he can bring her to orgasm. He moves slowly in and out of her at first. As he feels her near another orgasm he plunges deeper and faster with each move. Melissa can feel his hard cock moving faster and harder in and out of her dripping pussy. Chris' hard cock fills her completely, touching every nerve she has, drawing her closer and closer to her biggest orgasm yet. As she starts to cum she exclaims,"Chris, cum with me, fill me with your hot cum." With those words, Chris plunges his cock deep inside her, his cock pulsing in rhythm with her pussy as they cum together. Both crying out in sheer pleasure. Oblivious to the world around them, they melt, joining as one. As they come down from the high, Melissa pushes Chris back from her, kneeling down to lick his cock clean. He lifts her back up, kissing her. He does his pants, she smooths her dress. He tells her, "With that out of the way, now it's time to play." She nods and they stroll down the walkway to her hotel. Upon reaching the hotel, she tells the front desk to send up a bottle of their best wine and a tray of fruits and cheeses. "Must keep our energy up." she tells Chris as they enter the elevator, taking them up to the room where another dream will come true. As they enter the room, Melissa tells him to make himself comfortable. She excused her self from the room, goes to the bedroom and pulls out the nighty that she bought just for this. She hears Chris answer the door when room service is brought. "Pour us a glass. I'll be there in just a moment." she tells Chris as she undresses. After a few minutes, Melissa appears. As she walks into the room, Chris draws a deep breath, taking in every inch of her. She looks like a perfect angel gliding across the room. She's put on such a beautiful gown. It accents every inch of her body. The gown is white satin. Long and flowing. A slit all the way to her upper thigh on one side so that her leg peeks out with each step. Form fitting from the waist up, barely containing her large breast that strain against the fabric. Her hard nipples poking through the lace, begging for his attention. He hands her a glass of wine. She sips from the glass as Chris moves around her to take in the full view. He takes his hand, runs it down her shoulder, across her back and down to the round, firm ass. He pauses at her ass, "Can't wait to have that again." "You will have all of me before we are through." she states as she walks to the sofa in the room. She sits on the end, propping up one leg and exposing herself to him. She motions with her finger for him to come over to her. He moves so fast nearly tripping over himself. He sits at her open legs, looking at that wonderful pussy he fucked so hard. She leans forward, kisses him deeply and passionately. He touches her pussy. It's hot and wet. He slips a finger in, moving it around slowly. Melissa reaches up and cups her breast, teasing the nipples between her fingers. As his finger moves slowly in and out of her, the hot juices are flowing over his fingers. He removes them, brings them to his lips and sucks the juices from them. Such a wonderful taste. Sweet as honey. Chris pulls Melissa to him, kissing her soft lips hard. Their tongues meet, caressing each other. Her breath deepens and grows faster. Chris sweeps her up off the couch and gently carries her to the bedroom, kissing her passionately along the way. He lays her down and runs his hands from her waist down to her ankles. He steps back and stares at her. She's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. He takes off his shirt and unbuttons his pants, letting them slip down to the floor. Chris crawls into the bed beside Melissa, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her in close. The smell of her hair, the softness of her skin, the warmth of her breath, all the things he's waited so long for. He presses his lips to hers, softly at first. As the heat between them rise, their kisses become more passionate. She can feel his cock growing harder between them. She reaches to touch him and he stops her hand. He holds her hands above her head, gently turning her onto her back. He raises himself and eases between her parted knees. Continuing to hold her hands, he softly kisses between her breast, up her neck and then softly kisses her lips again. She can feel his hard cock brushing against her swollen lips. She pushes her body against his, every inch of her aching for him to make love to her. Chris can see in Melissa's eyes that she wants him as much as he wants her. He can feel the smoothness and the warmth of her pussy against the swollen head of his cock. He's not sure how much longer he can wait. He moves slightly and puts the head of his cock against her wet slit, wanting to plunge in deeply but holding back. Chris softly speaks,. "I want to show you just how much you mean to me. Let me make love to you, let you feel everything that I have, I want to hold nothing back." With everything she has in her, Melissa responds, "Make love to me, right now and forever. I give myself to you completely, body and soul." Without another word, Chris eases his hard cock into Melissa's waiting pussy, feeling the warmth envelope him completely. He hears her gasp as he goes deeper into her. She's so ready to cum for him. Moving in and out slowly, his rhythm picks up, he can feel her orgasm start. Her warm pussy pulses as she cums for him. She cries out, begging him not to stop. Her orgasm has rocked her hard. She feels his hard cock moving faster and harder in and out of her wet pussy. She can feel the juices running down his balls and onto her ass. His cock growing each and every stroke. He's having a hard time holding back. Chris has waited for so long to fill her with his cum again. Their eyes meet, the passion and love for each other is clear. Chris feels his orgasm starting. As his starts to pulse, he looks at Melissa, she's cumming again, also. There are no other words he can think to say but three. As he opens his mouth, she utters the same words at the same time. "I Love You." With those words, the two of them drift off together in their world of ecstacy. They drift off to sleep, dreaming of their lives together. Both wanting more but afraid to make the changes needed. As the morning arrives, Melissa is the first to awaken. She orders coffee and muffins for them to enjoy before parting again. Chris wakes and calls her to him. She slips into the bed beside him. Grateful to have a few more hours. Chris looks at her and smiles. "I'm yours if you will have me." he says to her. Surprised, she asks, "What are you talking about?" "Will you have me?" he asks again. "Yes. But, what's this all about?" she questions. "I've asked for a transfer and found a house close to you. I want to take care of you from now on. You and your children. If you will have me." he explains. Melissa, tears flowing down her cheeks, can say nothing but, "Yes, oh yes. I love you!" Chris pulls her close, whispering to her, "I love you, too."