4 comments/ 33497 views/ 1 favorites Postcard By: jthserra Postcard Kenny knew of the pain, of the lonely. He knew of the lonely that grabbed your heart and squeezed it, like two hands squeezin' the life out of chickens. He knew of Mary's lonely, how the tears ran muddy down her face. Kenny knew, somehow he knew. Mary was a virgin, she never touched a soul, and not a soul touched her. Not homely, she was pitiful sad, so pitiful sad that no one wanted to touch her. Even her brothers left her alone, not like the other girls whose brothers, or uncles, or fathers taught them of touch. If not for the tears and the look in her eyes, she might be called pretty, but everyone could see something was wrong. Nobody talked to her, and after her daddy left and her mama died, she was alone, all alone and on the dole, slowly dying, slowly, slowly. Kenny had found her once, got to touch her face, and in the silent darkness he moved his lips to her, kissing her soft, so soft. In the kiss he tasted her sadness, he felt her gloom in the salty sparkling tears that tumbled down her face. Slowly he dried her tears, coaxed a small smile on her face, his kisses rolled down her neck and as she unbuttoned her blouse, Kenny kissed her breast. He whispered words of comfort as he gently squeezed her, mumblin’ as he took her nipples and suckled. He felt her breathin’ get faster and he knew she wanted more, but he felt her tremblin’ as his hands moved down her body. He stared into her eyes and saw the tears had gone. He whispered, “Is this what you want?” She nodded and opened his shirt, pullin’ him against her. Kenny felt her breasts press against him and moved his hands into her pants, grabbin’ her soft ass. They rocked for a moment and then Mary reached down to take off her pants. Kenny tried to be gentle, slidin’ a finger in, moving his thumb on her clit and when her hips began to move he new she was almost ready. Climbin’ over her he asked her one more time, “”Are you sure?” She nodded, opening her legs wide for him and reachin’ her hands to his chest. Kenny took her hands and guided them downward and whispered, “Help me get it in.” Her hand touched his cock and fumblin’ a bit, finally guided him into her wet. He held his breath and pushed himself slowly inside, grittin’ his teeth as she winced. Gentle as he was it hurt her, so when he came and pulled out of her, he just held her, wishin’ he could scoop the pain away. He held her tight and kissed her when it was time to go. She told him she was happy, that she would wait for him to come back. She even smiled when she said it, but Kenny saw the tears as he stepped outside her door. He told her he would write to her every day until he came back again. The postman knew of Mary, the strange girl in 1B who peeked out her door while he filled the mail slots. She waited, sometimes hummin', sometimes singin': Postcard from Brazil Last winter, my wife Denise, had a company trip to Brazil to check on some of her suppliers. She convinced me to take a few days off work and fly down with her to get some sunshine. We live in the snowbelt and with the seasons being reversed, I was ready for some 90 degree weather by the time February rolled around the calendar. She had three days of meetings and then we had three days to ourselves before flying home. While she worked, I strolled around Rio de Janeiro taking in the sites. When the business part of the trip was finished, we packed and headed north about two hours to a resort area called Buzios. It practically has more beaches than you can count and has a reputation of being like Saint Tropez with a very free and easy lifestyle. I didn't know too much about it but Denise had told me should we take care of all the details and I should just relax and enjoy myself. The resort she chose was fabulous with our suite overlooking the ocean from the balcony out our bedroom window. We had both gone to a tanning studio at home before the trip to get some color on our winter-white northern bodies so we wouldn't burn to a crisp. After quickly unpacking, we decided to head to the beach and and unwind. I wasn't prepared for the "unwound" Denise. She called out from the bathroom, "I hope you like my new suit. Do be honest with me." After eight years of marriage, she knew I was usually honest with her. Sometimes too honest! She walked into the room and I nearly dropped the glass of water I was holding. She was wearing an orange micro-bikini that looked amazing on her tanned body. Denise is five-feet-seven and works out regularly at home. She has beautifully shaped breasts that measure 36C and the most outstanding nipples that grow very long when aroused. The micro-bkini just covered her nipples and her smooth-shaved pussy and split her asscheeks in the classic thong. My cock stiffened immediately in my swimsuit and the site of my sexy wife. "Oh my God Denise! You are Amazing!" I hugged her tightly and we kissed passionately. Breaking our kiss, "So are you going to take me down to the beach and show me off?" She grabbed a matching cover-up and wrapped it around her waist but it did nothing to hide her breasts. Needless to say, we had quite a few eyes watching us as we walked through the lobby and down to the sand. That evening we had dinner and Denise told me she was taking us to a club in the heart of the city. It was a little past ten when we got to a non-descript looking door half-way down an alley. Just before entering, I asked her if she was sure she had the right place. Being a long way from home, this didn't look to be the safest thing to do. She assured me and pushed on through the doorway. I could hear the thumping rhythm of bass and felt a little more at ease. Once inside, she yelled into my ear that it was an underground club that she thought I would find very interesting. I didn't have to wait long to understand her meaning. We rounded a corner to a small, crowded room. It was mostly men but a number of women as well. In front of us was a stage with the classic "stripper pole" and a beautiful brunette wearing just heels, stockings and boyshorts was dancing. We had gone to a strip clubs back home a few times and Denise always seemed to enjoy the experience but I thought this was an odd choice for her to make on our vacation. In the next minute I understood. As we watched, the brunette on stage turned away from the crowd and pulled her boyshorts down exposing her ass to the crowd. When she turned back around, I could see she had cock between her thighs. She danced to the applause of the crowd. We later learned it was the tradition to applaud everytime one of the girls showed their cock. I turned to Denise with a look of wonderment on my face. She yelled into my ear so I could hear over the music, "The dancers all have cocks! I knew you'd love it." While that sunk into my brain, she pulled me to the bar so we could get drinks and then find a place to watch the show. I have long had a fetish for transexuals and have told Denise all about it. We've even looked at porn on-line and watched movies together. She too finds them very erotic but doesn't harbor nearly the fascination as I do. I'm just pleased she'll share the interest with me and indulge my fantasies. We watched the show for a couple hours or more. I was fascinated by both the crowd and the show on stage. The audience spoke in many languages with even the occasional English though mostly Portugese or Spanish. Denise gave me a wad of Brazilian Real to tip the girls at my leisure. Most of the dancers were very attractive with bodies of various shapes and sizes. Some girls were incredibly well-endowed and of course, they received the biggest tips from the audience. Even though Denise is a brunette, I love blonde-haired women. One dancer in particular caught my attention. She was tall with long, blonde hair. She had nice breasts though not as big as Denise and she had a beautifully-shaped, long cock. When she danced I was mesmerized by her. When her dance was over, I tipped her generously. A few minutes after she danced, she appeared by my side. She introduced herself as Jakeline and thanked me in broken English for my generosity. Before moving away, she leaned over and kissed my cheek. When she did, she pressed her pelvis against my thigh and I could feel her semi-erect cock. Mine jumped with immediate excitement. We stayed until she danced one more time before we decided to head back to the hotel. In reflection, I can't believe I didn't cum while standing there watching. So many of the girls were beautiful and they seemed to enjoy entertaining both the men and women equally. We had had hours of foreplay and all I could think about was fucking. ## As soon as we had closed the door behind us, Denise dropped to her knees and unzipped my fly. My cock was still rock hard from the show and her warm, wet mouth felt so good as she sucked it past her lips. We both knew I wouldn't be able to hold it off long and I was soon shooting my cum into her mouth. After regaining my breath, we crawled onto the bed and I got between her naked thighs. My mouth latched on to her dripping pussy and I was soon bringing her to orgasm as well. Apparently she was as turned on by the dancing as I was. Unfortunately that was the zenith of the evening. When I crawled up between her thighs to fuck, we were both surprised to realize my cock was limp. Denise kissed me passionately and rubbed her dripping wet sex roughly on my cock but nothing we did could get me hard. My mind just kept replaying the girls dancing on stage with their hard cocks, anywhere from six to ten inches, bouncing to the music. They stroked them with their hands and simulated fucking on stage and did everything but ask for participants from the audience. I had never failed Denise before and didn't know what to do. Finally I stopped her efforts. "I'm sorry. I just keep thinking of tits and cock and you don't have one!" She smiled her understanding and told me it was ok. I knew she was so aroused but I couldn't do anything more for her so we just rolled to our side and spooned. ## The next day was a beach day. This time it was a yellow micro-bikini and matching wrap. At least this morning she covered her breasts with a short t-shirt for breakfast. We definitely weren't in Michigan anymore. We found our way to the beach and were ultimately surrounded by so many beautiful women. As I would watch them walk by in their bikinis, my mind would imagine seeing the slightest bulge where a cock might be hiding. If I were on a Hawaiian beach, I'm sure I would have been ogling their breasts but down here, I could only imagine their cocks. I found myself constantly adjusting my suit to hide my erection. We'd been on the beach a couple hours when Denise said she had to use the bathroom. She told me she'd grab us a couple cold drinks while she was gone. I soon found myself dozing in the hot afternoon Brazilian sun but awoke to the sensation that someone was hovering over me. My eyes slowly focused and I lifted my head to look around but there was no one immediately there. I did see bodies moving in all directions, but it was just me on the sand. I could swear that I had sensed a shadow looking down at me but it must have been a dream. About ten minutes later, Denise returned with two cold drinks. She had an excited look on her face, "Did you see her?" "See who? I've been sleeping." "Jakeline." When it was obvious it didn't immediately register, "From the strip club last night, Jakeline." "No fucking way! Here? I missed her? Where did you see her?" Smiling now, "In the ladies room. I was adjusting my suit after peeing and she walked up behind me and complemented me. Then we realized we recognized one another. I told her you were here." I could only shake my head in disappointment. "I guess she didn't find you." ## I've got to admit I was totally bummed the rest of the afternoon. Yes there were gorgeous women in bikini's all around including my wife but it just wasn't the same. I couldn't believe I had fallen asleep and missed this beautiful woman that I watched dance the night before and likely caused my problems with Denise later. Damn! We stayed near the hotel for drinks and dinner and Denise said she would cheer me up when we got back to the room. I had no doubt she would make every human effort but I was just feeling a bit letdown. I even thought of asking her to go to the strip club again but I thought I'd just hurt her feelings. She suggested we head back to the room but I told her nonsense. I wasn't going to be a wet blanket and ruin the trip. I told her we'd go dancing after dinner. She said she'd love to but needed to stop by the room before we went as she'd forgotten her lipstick. I slid the keycard in the slot and pushed the door open. I thought it was odd I could see a low light coming from the bedroom but thought we might have had a hotel turn-down service. As I walked into the room, I realized we had service but it wasn't supplied by the hotel. I stopped in my tracks at what I saw. There were two blonde women sitting in chairs in our bedroom drinking cocktails from the bar. Before I could say something, I realized that one of the girls was Jakeline. "I thought you could use some cheering up," I heard Denise say from behind me. The two girls smiled and stood up. Both were wearing bikini's or their underwear, either way, it wasn't much! "Hello Michael. I hear you liked watching us dance." It was Jakeline. She walked up to me and kissed me on the cheek. "This is Lisa". She too gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wasn't sure I remembered her from the night before, but she was nearly as attractive as Jakeline. She was a little smaller in stature than her taller friend. They both hugged Denise and kissed her on the cheek as well. "You two should sit now." Denise pushed me towards the chairs where the girls had been sitting. Once there, Lisa poured drinks for both of us and put them on the table. I took a big drink from mine and I could hear all three girls laughing. In moments, both Lisa and Jakeline had removed their tops and began kissing one another. Their bodies were pressed together, their breasts touching with Jakeline obviously in charge of the dance. I could already feel my erection growing and I shifted uneasily in my chair as I took another drink. I looked over at Denise and she seemed to be absent-mindedly playing with her right nipple through her sheer blouse. Lisa dropped to her knees in front of Jakeline, her face inches from her sex. Her tongue snaked past her lips and licked the crotch of Jakeline's bikini bottoms starting at the crotch and working towards the waistband. She looked at me, our eyes locking, and she pulled Jakeline's bottoms down over her hips. My eyes lit up when I saw her semi-hard cock bobbing just in front of Lisa's face. She opened her mouth and I watched as her lips surrounded Jakeline's crown. She started a slow suck on the gorgeous cock between her lips, lowering her head then raising it back up but never letting go of the cock from her lips. With her right hand, she stroked Jakeline's cock. And with her left, she ran it between Jakeline's thighs and teased her asscheeks. Lisa was deliberate in her pacing of going down on Jakeline's hardening cock. Her mouth worked it up and down. I could see her cheeks blowing in and out as she went up and down her sexy cock. It was a great show, these are performers, and they really knew how to play us for affect. I looked again at Denise and her hand had moved between her thighs. I couldn't believe she was getting herself off with two strangers in our room. And I was not the only watching Denise play with her sex. Lisa's lips left Jakeline's hard cock as she stood up straight. They kissed briefly before turning their attentions to Denise. Lisa stripped out of her bottoms and we saw her semi-hard cock for the first time. She walked over to Denise and pulled her from her seat. Without saying a word, Lisa and Jakeline helped strip my wife naked in moments. Denise's nipples were hard as rocks and I could see her smooth pussy glistening with arousal. Each girl kissed her hard on the lips in succession as they ran their hands over her body. They moved Denise to the corner of the bed and helped her onto her hands and knees. The three of them were a mere three feet from my chair. My cock was raging but I did everything to control myself from touching as I knew I would explode. Lisa stood in front of Denise and offered her erect cock to her waiting mouth. Denise hungrily took it. I watched her mouth open around the cock and her lips settle around the crown. I had only seen this while looking down at her and it felt like an outer body experience watching Denise wrap her lips around another cock. She accepted Lisa's gentle rocking to and fro as she began to face fuck my wife. Just as the rhythm began, Jakeline positioned her cock between Denise's spread thighs and pressed her tip to my wife's pussy lips. She thrust inside and Denise arched her back as she felt herself being filled on both ends by gorgeous she-cock. Lisa and Jakeline began to fuck my wife in harmony. When one would surge forward, the other would retreat. I could only imagine Denise feeling like she was being fucked by one very long cock. I watched the two girls tits bounce up and down as they fucked my wife with greater abandon. I know Denise's pussy was wrapping tightly around Jakeline's cock, not letting go of it as she slid towards her lips. And Denise's tongue was playing magic on Lisa's cock as her throat was stuffed. My wife's tits hung down and swayed as her body was ravaged from both directions. Lisa's thrusting picked up urgency and finally she buried her cock down Denise's throat and letting out a scream. Denise's eyes widened as cummed gushed down her throat. I could hear her snorting as she searched for air to fill her lungs and finally relax with a cock-filled smile. The cock fell from her lips and Denise lowered her head. She began to push her hips back towards Jakeline to meet her thrusts. Denise was moaning as she neared her pleasure. Jakeline grabbed Denise's hips and thrust hard and sharp into her. With suddenness, I witnessed Denise's body tremble as she orgasmed on Jakeline's cock. With that, Jakeline exploded into Denise filling her pussy with her cum. She thrust a few more times before Denise collapsed onto the bed. As I looked at her, I could see cum dribbling from her pussy and the slightest hint of Lisa's cum on her lips. My God I was spent and I hadn't even had sex! Lisa turned her attentions to me. She pulled me to my feet and pressed her nude body against me. As we kissed, I could feel her hands unfastening my belt and unzipping my fly. She was soon pulling my shirt over my head and stripping me out of my clothes. I felt a bit embarrassed standing naked in front of these three women. It had been a long time since I'd been with anyone but Denise. My cock was stiff against my body after watching these three women go at one another. She took my cock in her hand and slowly stroked it up and down the length. Jakeline and Denise had moved up the bed and were watching us now. Jakeline spoke, "You two need to join us over here." She was patting the bed sheets. Lisa, still holding my cock, led me to the bed. We both crawled onto the sheets and Jakeline motioned for me to be with her. Denise just lay beside her watching her husband with an approving (and blissful) smile. I sat beside Jakeline and she turned to kiss me on the lips. Her tongue pushed past my lips as we kissed with more urgency. I suddenly was aware of Lisa's lips beginning to cover the crown of my cock. My hands began to fondle Jakeline's breasts, caressing them and pinching her nipples. A couple minutes passed and Lisa was now taking my entire cock into her mouth. Her technique was so good that she had me clenching my toes so as not to cum to soon. Jakeline spoke, "If you are going to be with a girl like me, you need to truly experience all I have to offer." Before I realized her meaning and without realizing Lisa had released my cock, Lisa was pulling me down the bedsheets by my ankles. I stopped with my face inches from Jakeline's hard cock. Lisa's mouth resumed it's position on my cock. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do. I"d fantasized about this a million times but now I was unsure. "Do it honey, it's what you've told me you wanted to do for five years," Denise was offering her encouragement. I tentatively took hold of Jakeline's cock with my left hand and gently kissed it. Fortunately this was enough of a mental diversion to back me away from cumming in Lisa's mouth. Instead, she merely sucked me with a pleasant, yet stimulating, rhythm. I slowly opened my lips and spread them around her cock. I tried to remember every porno movie I had seen and tried to simulate the action. I opened my jaw wider to accommodate Jakeline's cock as I went down further on her cock. I started to get comfortable and find my rhythm with her cock. I began bobbing my head up and down on her, taking her deeper and deeper into my mouth. "That's it. Suck my big cock you stud. Make me cum in your mouth. You know you want to taste me!" The dirty talk just encouraged my to go after cock with more conviction. I slid my lips up and down her cock, finally able to take her whole cock into my mouth. Meanwhile Lisa continued to suck on my cock and unknowingly had me on the edge of cumming. Without even realizing, my cock shot a much-needed load into her mouth. Lisa continued to slide her mouth up and down my cock as I shot a second load of cum into her mouth. As I started to lose focus, Jakeline grabbed my head and held me firm on her cock. I felt her cum splash against my throat causing me to gag. She didn't let go of my head as I tried to swallow and breathe at the same time. A second stream splashed against my tonsils and this one I took a little better than the first. She released my head from her grasp and I came up for air with a dribble of her cum on my chin. "Oh my God! That was fantastic!" I lay there between Jakeline's thighs with her cum on my chin and my own cum drying on my cock. My fingers just played with her semi-limp cock. Finally Lisa and Jakeline got to their feet. They began to pull on their clothes, such as they were. Even though I had just cum, my cock was still hard as rock. I"m sure it was from both the experience and being surrounded by all these naked women. Denise climbed off the bed and kissed me on the forehead. "Let me show you girls to the door." I'm sure it was a paid arrangement and Denise needed to settle up with them. She was gone a few minutes and I only got hornier waiting for her to return. Denise walked back into the room and I took her by surprise. I pinned her to the wall and took my cock in my hand. I slid it between her thighs and easily found her sopping pussy awaiting me. My cock slid in easily as I roughly kissed her neck and leaned against her. I thrust my hips with urgency, my cock launching into her pussy. "YES. Fuck Me ... Fuck Me Harder!" Denise growled at me. I felt just animal lust as my cock thrust up and into her pussy. I was practically lifting her feet off the floor with each thrust. Postcard from Brazil "AaaaHhhhhhh" I cried out as I came in gobs into her pussy. I continued to thrust my steel-hard cock and Denise soon came herself. I pumped until I had no more strength in my legs and collapsed against her. The two of us panting for air, totally fucked out by the evening. "This is the best vacation ever!" Postcard from San Juan Copyright, 2001, NCmVoyeur * * * * * "I think we've already been down this street,' Rosa said, holding gently onto Mike's arm. Mike looked down the narrow cobblestone lane, another of the slow rivulets of humanity that coursed through Old San Juan. Beyond, the street curved down toward the darkness of the evening and the cool Atlantic waters. They had been window-shopping, slowly walking off the dinner which they had finished more than an hour earlier. A very filling array of simple, but delicious islands specialties that the menu term comida criolla. Rosa had been distracting him from his plate by slipping off her shoe and running her foot up his leg. Until Mike decided to one-up her by holding up a piece of papaya from his salad plate and slowly licking off the juice. Rosa's embarrassment was enough to keep her foot in check the remainder of the meal. "No, I don't think so. We haven't backtracked since we got the flowers." Mike looked down at the small bouquet Rosa held in her hands. Had it been only two days since she carried her bouquet up the aisle? he thought. The distance in space and frame of mind made it seem a world ago. He thought of how he felt, watching her slowly walk to meet him at the altar. All eyes in the church transfixed on her. His, no less. Rosa was flawless, glowing beneath the white lace and satin, a perfect symbol of her virginal splendor. A rare thing, he knew. And a hard decision for them to keep. But he was proud of her. And himself. The months of seemingly endless preparations had taken its toll on both of them. But that preoccupation had one advantage, he thought to himself: it occasionally took his mind off dwelling too much on the wedding night! But the ceremony was beautiful, despite his jitters. And the reception! He'd never danced and talked so much in one day. Mike wasn't much of a talker. But having everyone who mattered to them in one room made him rise to the occasion. Though he joked to Rosa at one point that if he chattered much more, his tongue might not show up for work during foreplay that night. He was apparently more pleased with his wit that she, her elbow giving his ribs and a firm, albeit playful reminder to behave. Rosa held three flowers gracefully in her hand as they walked through the old city. Mike had purchased them from a little old lady who called to him to buy some for 'la Señorita.' He stopped and picked some out. Pink. In Spanish the color was called rosa. Only fitting for her. They were a native species whose name Mike didn't quite pick up in the vendor's heavily-accented English. It was fun for Mike to be in a place where English was not the native tongue, to be in somewhat foreign territory. Quite a new experience for him. But he knew for Rosa this trip to Puerto Rico was a bit of a homecoming. Her family on her mother's side was originally from the island, though most of her close relatives had lived in New York for some time. Mike always sensed a desire on Rosa's part to hold to that heritage, and spending their honeymoon here was a way for both of them to connect with that part of her. Mike had to smile to himself how inauspiciously their honeymoon began. His joke about fatigue taking over had proved mildly prophetic. They stayed till nearly the end of the reception, neither of them wanting to be the first to suggest leaving their family and friends. But once they left, the weeks of mounting stress, the alcohol, the dancing--all came crashing down on them at once. They arrived at their hotel room that night with more a sense of relief than anticipation. Once in bed, they eyed each other, part with anticipation, part with exhaustion. They reached for each other, but the kisses--which normally were spontaneous and motivating--were fighting against a tide of exhaustion. Mike was almost ashamed when Rosa reached down and he wasn't at his normal full-gun salute. "You know, this might be a lot more memorable if we wait till we're not half asleep,' she conceded. Mike had heard that wasn't all that uncommon. He stroked her light brown hair while he pondered the situation, then looked to see Rosa's eyes closed and her body lying motionless beside him. He whispered "I love you," then quickly joined her in slumber. "Oh, shit," was the sound that awoke him the next morning. "Mike, it's almost 8:00," Rosa almost shouted. It seemed nighttime to him, the heavy curtains of the hotel leaving the room almost black. They barely had time to catch the flight from New York to San Juan. Boarding the plane, Rosa gave him a stern warning: "If this plane crashes before you get me into that hotel, I'll forever torment you in the afterlife." The rest had done them well. They were alone in their row in adjoining seats. Rosa threw a blanket over their laps and their hands played with each others' crotch frequently through the flight. By the time they checked into their hotel around 2:30 p.m. their bodies were poised for the moment. Mike could hardly suppress his hard-on checking in and in his eagerness nearly tossed the bellman out of the room. He stepped over to the window, opened the curtains wide and looked out from their beachfront highrise hotel across the expanse of the Atlantic before him. Breath-taking, he thought. He turned, only to see something even more exhilarating: Rosa, lying in a see-thru nightie on the bed. "Your wife awaits you, Sir," she smiled. Mike disrobed and climbed in. The next 4 hours were pure bliss . . . Thinking of yesterday afternoon caused Mike's pants to bulge as they walked up the street. He pulled out the pint of Bacardi he'd bought at a shop earlier and took a swig. "Easy there, guy," Rosa chided him. "Hey, we're tourists," he said. "Well, OK," she relented, kissing him on the cheek. "Then at least save some for me." He bought a can of Coke for her. "Just say when." Mike and Rosa continued walking up the street, moving along the narrow peninsula the Spanish settlers first colonized more than 500 years earlier, creating a fortified city encircled in stone. Mike loved the sense of antiquity: the quaint buildings with their colorful facades and overhanging balconies, the narrow streets, the cobblestone. Even the air seemed to evoke the ghosts of the past. Mike tried to connect with those past who ventured into the New World . . . adventurer . . explorer . . conqueror. Rosa drew close to him, having finished the rum and coke he'd mixed for her. Mike could tell she was a bit tipsy already by the way she leaned. The street turned left, and they aimlessly followed it. Mike enjoyed looking down at her. Rosa's black dress was, for her, somewhat daring, though hardly immodest. As she leaned over, the material would pull slightly away, affording Mike a delightful view of her matching lacy black bra over a slightly tanned chest They talked softly. Mike felt Rosa's hand slip down his waist and rest near his butt. The street veered right. Ahead in the distance lay the imposing sight of the ancient Spanish fortress called "El Morro." The outpost sat at the head of the walled city, designed to protect both the inhabitants and the trade vessels which transported the riches of the New World back to Spain. The flags which adorned the path leading up to it and the floodlights which illuminated portions of it gave it an almost castle-like appearance against the evening darkness. They walked ahead, urged on by Mike's fascination, to the street's end. There a broad graveled pathway led them to the fort. Unlike the street they left behind, there were no cars, no music, no modern additions to distract from the mood. The San Juan beachfront and skyline opened up behind them as they journeyed back in time. Mike shared what he had read in their tour book. "The Spanish were never defeated here for 300 years," he recalled. Rosa squeezed his arm. 'Yes, I know, my chivalrous warrior. You'd have loved to have been a conquistador, wouldn't you?' "Hard to say,' he responded. "They were brave souls, but they often went months without sex,' he winked. "Well,' Rosa said, "you're now a married man. In a few years, you may be in the same position." She laughed and playfully grabbed his crotch. The quarter-mile long trek down the path was to him like a journey back in time. He could almost see the tall ships in the harbor, their long hot canon shafts aimed at the impregnable walls of the fort, spewing fire and canon shot . . the frantic cries of the defenders . . soldiers and equipment moving back and forth . . the crescendo of battle. . They arrived at El Morro, finding the heavy gates at the entrance locked. "We'll just have to lay siege!" Mike cried. He grabbed Rosa in his arms, looked deep into her eyes and kissed her. His hands followed her dress down her back, cupping her ass, lifting her dress. "Mike!" she stopped, knowing other people were still milling about the path. "OK, perhaps a direct assault can't be made, let's try the sides,' he said, still affecting a swashbuckling tone of voice. They walked off the path, following the massive stone wall whose sides had been worn smooth by generations of rain and the elements. It jutted out at a right angle to the gate then met up with the outer stone wall of the old city, forming a "V" which was sheltered and distant from the pathway. The near moonless night made the corner seem remote, mysterious, cloaked in darkness. Mike pulled Rosa to him anew. She met his embrace this time, stepping up on her toes, finding his tongue, probing. As Mike pressed forward, she backed up, stopping against the wall. His hands went again under her dress, lifting it, caressing the soft lace of her black panties. Mike was always delight how perfectly Rosa's cheeks seemed to rest in his hands. He pulled her into him, grinding his hips into her pelvis. He slid her panties down further. He half expected her to protest, but she only kissed him more. He lifted her knees one at a time, sliding the panties below, then pushing them to the ground with his foot. Rosa dutifully stepped out. His pants seemed to come undone of their own accord, propelled by sheer desire. Without breaking their kiss, he drew down his briefs. He looked up at Rosa, her eyes deep brown and intense in their sense of anticipation. That look. That precious, vulnerable, sensual look she had given him yesterday, just before surrendering herself to him. It had nearly frozen him in place. This time he moved with more authority, more need. He pushed into her, lifting her by her ass. Rosa opened her legs wider, allowing him a better angle of penetration. Mike lowered himself a bit to get the head of his cock between her lips. "Fuck me,' his bride whispered. Mike, the warrior, held her steady against the wall, supporting her from underneath with his hands. He firmly and slowly pushed deep into her, searching, probing. The blood of those early explorers, that mix of Spanish and native spirits, floods through her veins, he realized, as he looked into her face. Rosa cupped her hands behind Mike's head, pushing down on his shoulders with her arms and rocking in response to his thrusts. Mike was still conscious of how tight Rosa was inside . . the feeling of moving inside her was intense, gripping his cock so tightly. "Fuck me,' she said louder, the first time she'd used those words to him. Mike pushed into the tightness of her pussy. They rocked together, timing their movement to drive him deeper into her. She quickly had him near to orgasm. "I'm going to cum" he gasped. "Yes, baby, oh yes, sweetie, fire it at me." she told him as he groaned and drove deep inside her, sending wave after wave shooting into her. Slowly, he let her down to the ground, he legs briefly unsteady. They kissed and embraced again. "Mmm . that was something," she sighed, her tone then changing to mirth. "How's that for something to write home about?" "You're right." Mike reached into the small bag of things they'd collected that evening shopping and pulled from the stack of blank postcards. He found a pen in Rosa's pocketbook and began to write while she dressed. "How's this?" He started to scribble, reading to her aloud as he wrote: "Dear Friends: I'm happy to report that I have successfully penetrated the defenses which were previously impregnable. Managed a deep insertion into the territory, and the original barrier to the fort has been torn down. Happily tasting the fruits of success." Yours truly, Mike the Conqueror." Rosa giggled. "But in the old days, didn't they seal their letters with wax before sending, to show they were authentic?" "You're right. They did." Rosa paused for a bit, then lowered her panties, showing Mike a spot of white which he deposited onto her pubic hair. She touched it, then dabbed it on the postcard. "There. Sealed and proven." Mike beamed at her. He walked over to the wall, his eyes roaming over the surface. Finding a crack between two ancient stones, he buried the postcard between. "Maybe we can come back in 20 years and find it." He took her hand, and together they began the walk forward 500 years . . . . . Postcards Like to cook? You become a chef. Have an interest in education? Most likely end up a teacher. Me I wanted to fly, so I became a pilot. Over the years I finagled myself a pilot license with several ratings, then later a spot with an Air National Guard outfit. Unfortunately none of the big airlines was hiring when my time was up, so I had been with a little regional carrier for about two years now. Throughout my trials and tribulations the only constant in life was Amy my wife. My lovely Amy came from a broken household of drunken parents. Amy was probably the only kid in school poorer than me. Amy was a gangly freckled faced girl with a nose too big for her face and jug ears that she tried to cover with her long light brown hair. We met in 3rd grade and were never apart after that. It was us two kids from the wrong side of the tracks against everyone else. I recall the day in junior high I told Amy I was going to be a pilot and fly. Amy never batted an eye "Kevin if you are gonna fly planes, you gotta promise to take me with you!" And I did, first chance I got we were married. I never grew past 5 foot 6, but Amy shot up to almost 6 foot tall. She was a slender girl, with almost no hips. Even Amy's rack barely qualified as an A cup. She still had her freckles, never growing into her nose or ears, however to me Amy was the most beautiful bride in the world. That never changed after we got hitched at the courthouse. Amy followed me from bases in Asia to the Pacific and everywhere in between. Amy made a home no matter if it was freezing in Greenland or sweating in Panama. Amy was a true bargain shopper; she could stretch my meager pay -horse trading, making deals on everything from food to furniture. Amy could haggle with anyone. The only weakness Amy had was for Postcards. My God that woman loved Postcards! No matter where we went Amy had to have a Postcard of that place. In all our moves around the globe Amy carted those boxes of postcards from one end of the earth to the other. "Kevin" Amy would say when I razzed her about the postcards "I know where I came from, I want to know where I have been. Because I not going to stay anyplace until we make it to the top!" We used a lot of savings plus my meager employment and bought a 'fix-r-upper" home. It was a lovely big old house with a huge yard, garage, just full of charm and character. Now Regional Airline pilots make less than a manager at McDonalds, my whopping starting pay was just over $25K. I did not care, I had Amy and I got to fly almost every day-what in life could be better? Amy took a job with a Real Estate Developer to help make ends meet. My life was Amy, flying, fixing up the house and working on a Ford F250 truck I bought for cheap. Amy at first took the bus to work, but soon had a new Camry. Amy said she needed reliable transportation with me being gone so often. Our sex life was great and we christened every space in the house several times, plus the apartment room above the garage, even the back yard on a few warm starry nights. Amy still constantly sent out feelers to every airline from American to Federal Express, but with rising fuel prices and security scares no one was hiring. I was willing to be patient, life was good. On morning I was awaiting a ride to work with Jose our Chief mechanic. Jose had been a big help with my truck. We had replaced or rebuilt every part from the rear end to the injectors. Jose had escaped Cuba over two decades earlier on a leaky homemade raft with his girlfriend –now wife Maria, at the age of 17. A stint in the service had earned him a trade as an aircraft mechanic. He had a peck of kids and was the proudest papa you ever saw. Today we were riding with his youngest son Angelo a high school freshman. "Good morning Jose, and young Mister Angelo." I said after buckling up my seat belt. "Jose can we stop by King 1 Developers. I need to drop off this cell phone." I held up my wife's cell phone. Amy left it on the kitchen table this morning. I was surprised she forgot it. Amy was always talking, or messaging on that little pink box, she was never without it. Angelo like any teenager had earbuds in listening to an MP3 player. Angelo saw the phone in my hand, he pulled out his headphones. "Hey Mr. Kevin that is a neat cell. Can I have a look at it?" "Knock yourself out Angelo." I said tossing the phone into the back seat at him. Juan was fussing with the radio when his son Angelo blurted out. "Oh Ho HO someone is going to get lucky today!" "What do you mean Angelo?" I said twisting around to face him in the back seat. "Look at this text Mr. Kevin." Angelo said turning Amy's screen toward me. "Protein Lunch 2Day? ;-O " I read off the screen "What the heck does that mean?" Angelo suppressed a laugh. "Protein Lunch Today-with the wink and open mouth. The girl is asking this dude if he wants a blow job during lunch." The color when out of my face. "Now see the next one." Angelo scrolled down "LHSX ky 4 ur 6Y ass. That means LETS HAVE SEX, KY FOR YOUR SEXY ASS. The Dude wants to butt fuck her." I felt my breakfast coming up. Angelo continued translating for me. "Next she then texted K O4U VBS TD2M? That is short for- OK ONLY FOR YOU, VERY BIG SMILE & TALK DIRTY TO ME. Wow she's into anal and hot talk, this is one freaky chick." To repress my gag reflex I smiled while Angelo kept reading. "CID A3. Mr. Kevin that's text for CONSIDER IT DONE, ANYPLACE ANYTIME ANYWHERE. Well I guess the dude is down with it" Juan gave up on the radio saying. "Damn Kids and these cell phones. Maria my wife and I went to all the trouble to learn and teach them good English. Now all these children talk in frigging code." Juan glanced over at me. "Captain you OK? You are white as a ghost." Jose called all the pilots Captain. "No Jose, I suddenly feel real sick. Would you mind taking me back home." I tried to sound normal. "Angelo can you tell me who sent these texts and maybe forward them to me?" "No Problem Mr. Kevin." Angelo pressed a series of buttons on the cell. "They are on the way to you. The sender dude is a Troy 1 KBoss." Troy Kingston was Amy's boss-head of King 1 Developers. How F'n cliché a secretary screwing her boss, with me the clueless cuckold husband. Dear God it was following a bad script. "Don't worry Captain." Jose said turning the car around. "I get one of the other guys to take over your run today. You want I take you to the Doctor?" "No thank you Jose." I tried to keep from hurling in his car. "I just really need to get home and take care of this." The ride home seemed to take forever. Angelo kept reading out loud the texts which was making me sicker by the word. "Mr. Kevin this babe is wild. Listen to this text from last month. D46 2d n 2mor dm al whs ltime." Angelo translated. "DOWN FOR SEX TODAY AND TOMMORROW, DO ME ALL HOLES LONGTIME." "Angelo!" Jose warned his son. "I will not have talk like that in my car. Give that phone back to the Captain." "OK." Angelo sighed clicking my wife's cell phone closed. Angelo then handed Amy's phone back to me. "Mr. Kevin who is the Babe? Any chance you could hook me up?" I put Amy's phone back in my pocket. "Sorry Angelo, I'm not sure who she is, but she is not going to be around here much longer." +++++++++++++ I barely made it inside to the entrance downstairs bathroom before I lost all of my morning meal. I splashed cold water on my face, sitting down on the bathroom floor, my back against the tile wall. This bathroom was the first place Amy and I had redone. We had known little about tile work, even less about plumbing, but together we had gotten it done. Our method of celebration after the bathroom remodel completion left a smile on my face for two days. "Could Amy be cheating?" I thought. Troy Kingston was over fifty-almost two decades older then both Amy and I. He was the kind of guy you think of when you thought of a real estate developer. Twice married, six foot, with a trim build, constant tan, dyed hair with added plugs to fill in the bald spots. A big booming voice, always a handshake, or joke accompanied by a hearty back slap. "Maybe that was it -just a joke." I hoped feverishly. "It's all a crude flirting joke Amy and Troy were playing." I knew Troy had two kinds of jokes-those he told when in mixed company, and those crude ones Troy told when only men and no minorities around. That had to be it-otherwise why else would Amy be texting and using terms like an empty headed seventeen year old? I mean Amy had all those texts about anal –when I knew from personal experience that was a NO GO zone. Get real -how would a middle age man like Troy even know all these teen text terms?" I grabbed onto this hope like a drowning man holding onto a life jacket. It made me feel better, my breathing was returning to normal. I would stop by Amy's office on the pretense to take Amy out to her favorite diner and find out what the hell was up. Pushing myself off the floor I saw it was almost 11:30 AM. "How long had I been sitting here?" Feeling like a fool, I hopped into my truck heading off to Amy's office. As I walked into the offices of King 1 Developers I thought if it was a joke the good chuckle Amy and I would have about this. I would give Troy her boss a ration of shit-but knew he would laugh it off. I asked the receptionist to call Amy to the front. The Receptionist made a few calls then told me Amy was not available. I told the receptionist I had something to return to Amy. She gave me Amy's cell phone number. "I got that already." I laughed, holding up Amy's phone. "Just need to get it back to her." "Oh." The receptionist replied. "She is not here then. I think I saw her leave with Mr. Kingston. They usually go out to his house or the club for lunch most days. Do you want to leave the phone with me?" I tried to ignore my bad feeling. "No bother I will find her later." +++++++++ I tried to control my breathing as I walked up the driveway to Troy Kingston's house. I had been to this house once before at an Office Christmas party. The house was a tacky oversized McMansion. Made of plywood and plaster, a good wind would blow it over. Damn thing had an Olympic pool, sunken three car garage under the bedroom, even the pseudo fish coy pond in the yard. Troy Kingston's big red H2 Hummer with the "KING 1" vanity plate was parked outside the garage-so Troy and Amy must be inside. The front door was not locked, so I let myself in. I could hear noise from the upstairs bedroom. Preparing myself for the worst I walked up the stairs toward the master bedroom door. Putting my ear to the door I could hear the shower running. I pulled out Amy's phone pressing a speed dial button. Inside the bedroom I could hear the muffled ringtone of a cell phone. I took a step back from the bedroom door. "Troy Kingston." The voice answered. "Hi Troy." I said into my wife's phone. "Listen Amy left her phone at home this morning. The office said she was with you. Can you tell me where you are so I can drop her phone off? Even better let me talk to Amy." "Greetings Kevin" Troy's voice boomed through the earpiece. 'We are on our way back to the office now from the club. We just finished a working lunch with a client. Stopped by my house for a quick second to pick up some papers. Amy is in the powder room now. Ah.. hold on." I stepped up to the bedroom door, opening it a crack. I saw a naked Troy cover the mouthpiece, and yell into the bathroom. "Damn it Amy get out here, your flyboy is on the phone asking for you." Amy stepped out of the shower nude. With only a towel around her head, she sat down on the bed. Troy and Amy's obvious comfort being naked around each other told me how familiar they were together. This was no sudden fling, it had been going on a while. "HI Kevin!" Amy said after taking the phone from Troy. He sat next to her and began pinching her nipples. Amy pushed his hands away while talking, than Amy started stroking Troy's penis as she cradled the phone between her ear and shoulder. "How are you doing? I am so glad you found my phone-I was looking all over for it." At that point I pushed open the bedroom door and walked in. They both froze at my sudden appearance. "Well Amy." I said pointing at her hand still holding Troy's dick. "I don't think you are going to find your phone on Troy's cock, or is it a cell phone detector also. Wait I know- you going for the second serving on your Protein Lunch diet. Going to eat by mouth or hot beef butt injection this portion?" Troy was the first to react. He jumped up running into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Amy was still rooted in place on the bed. I picked up Amy's clothes and threw them at her. "Get dressed Amy, let's get the fuck outta here so you can tell me what the hell you think you are doing flushing our marriage down the crapper." "No." Amy said. "What?" "Kevin I am not going anywhere with you." Amy folded her arms under her naked breasts. "I am sorry you found us in this.. condition, but I like living this way." I was stunned. "YOU like living like a cheating slut?" Amy's eyes flared a little. "I never meant to hurt you Kevin, but I have become accustom to a better style then you can provide. Troy is able to give me things you will not be able to do for another score of years-if ever." "This." I swept my arm around the room. "Is what you are threw away our marriage for?" "I am not throwing anything away Kevin." Amy said calmly. "I am making a choice. We had a decent run for almost fifteen years. I was a good camp wife following you around the world living like a pauper, and it was fun then. But now I deserve better, I have no intention of living the next decade clipping coupons, while looking for items on sale." She took the towel off her hair. "I am sick of shopping at Walmart searching for half price toilet paper. I want it all and I want it now. Not waiting around until I am some gray hair too old to enjoy it. You can't match what Troy has, anything you can give me today doesn't compare. Troy can treat me better then you ever could. I ask you to respect that and my decision to it." I was stunned, my mind just locked up. "Respect what Amy? A cheating wife, and a man who hides in the bathroom!" Amy just shrugged, looking back at me. All the oxygen had gone out of the air. I needed to leave before I passed out. Tossing Amy's phone at her. I flipped Amy my middle finger. "Respect this Amy." I turned to walk out the door as I said over my shoulder. "You two deserve each other. I have flights tomorrow, get your shit out of my house." ++++++++ I was a mess the rest of the month. They say there are seven steps of grief, but I could not get over shock and denial for two weeks. How could Amy do this to me? Did I miss that many signs? Was I such a clueless fool -unable to observe what was right in front of my face? I 'd been trained to perceive little things before they developed into big problems. I was a professional supposed to notice the smallest signs like changes in air pressure, the pitch of an engine, how had I completely lost situational awareness in my own life? Every morning I woke up and rolled over expecting to see Amy-then the memory of emotions started all over again. After the third week the pain started. It was worse than any physical wound I had ever had. Amy had ripped my heart out. Studies demonstrated where the brain receptors registered emotional pain as a real injury the same way it reacted to physical hurt. I could testify to that, I felt gut shot. Jose the chief mechanic and his wife Maria were a godsend. They were the only ones who I told my story to. Jose and Maria were stunned; to abandon one's spouse was as baffling to them as thermonuclear physics. Jose had taken a bullet for Maria on their escape from Cuba. Maria had cared for an injured Jose on the raft for days-using up all her drinking water on Jose before Brothers to the Rescue aircraft found them. Both had worked two and sometimes three jobs when they came to America while raising 6 children. While Jose was in the service Maria had started and still ran a house cleaning business. The Anger stage of grieving was jump started at the end of the month with a call from my bank. I was overdrawn and my checks were bouncing. A meeting with a bank officer pushed my anger stage into overdrive. All the accounts were almost empty, Amy had cleaned them out. I tried to get a new line of credit but I was denied. The officer had sympathy, but told me off the record that Kingston did a lot of business with the bank; my account was "flagged". As I rushed out of the bank a man was standing by my truck. He handed me divorce papers. Sitting in the cab I studied the legalese, finding I was really screwed. Amy was claiming the work on my 8 year truck equaled the value of her new Camry. Amy had emptied the accounts, even cashing in all the stocks and bonds. She was offering me the house in return. Using a highly inflated estimate of the house value and its equity with the improvements it made paper sense, but not in the real world. I had only ten business days to get current before the bank started foreclosure proceedings. ++++++++ "Not much you can do Mr. Kevin." I was sitting at Juan's kitchen table with his oldest son. He was in his last year at Law school. He had one of his law professors teaching family law look over the divorce papers and settlement offer. "Your former wife Amy can use the boyfriend's attorneys to run you into the ground. You may win a battle or two–but you are going to lose the war." I thanked Juan's son for his help, then tried to figure out what I needed to do. I needed cash now and fast. I hated to do it -but my beloved truck had to go. Juan had a friend that needed a good truck for his landscaping business so that sale cleared $7K. This gave me some breathing space, getting out of foreclosure and paying the upcoming tax and insurance bill. Jose wife Maria still had her home cleaning business, having expanded into offices also. Every day for the next year –if I was not flying I was working with Maria's cleaning crews. I rode a bike if I went anyplace; my penny pinching ways would have made Scrooge blush. The only real meals were the home cooked ones Juan and his wife Maria forced on me. Maria was always trying to fix me up with a nice Latina girl, but I could not afford a can of soda let alone a date. By the start of year two my divorce was behind me. I was able to get ahead of the game and even take a day off once in a while to get back to working on the house. One day I found the boxes of Amy's postcards. My first thought was to burn the damn postcards in the fireplace to help heat the house. I could not afford any more legal bills, so I jumped on my bike and peddled to the local library. For a man with the limited resources the public library was a treasure. I used one of their computers to email Amy about the postcards. I had a reply from Amy within the hour. "The postcards are where I was-not where I am going. Do with them what you want." I printed out my original Email and Amy's response in case I needed it, then peddled home. I had a big fire in my old stone hearth that night. I even splurged buying some marshmallows to roast. Watching those postcards go up in smoke allowed me to sleep soundly for the first time, I even woke up not thinking of Amy. ++++++++++ It had been over two years since I had last seen Amy in the bedroom that day. Late on a Friday night, I was flying back from the city to our little airport. We were taxing onto the runway when the flight attendant of our small craft poked her head into the cramped cockpit. "We got a passenger problem." The flight attendant said. "Got a guy who had a little bit to drink, he will not turn off his cell phone. Very rude and belligerent." Postcards "You tell him it is a FAA rule." I asked. "Yep." She said. "Got called a couple of choice names by the guy." We were 6th in line for takeoff so I told the First Officer I would take this. Normally the sight of the Uniform and some stern language settled down unruly passengers. It happened every few months. A annoyance -but not a problem. As I exited the cockpit I was surprised to see the flushed faced Troy Kingston sitting in the 4th seat talking into his cell phone. He was yelling at some poor minion on the other end. What shocked me more was Troy's seat companion. It was my ex-wife, or what was left of my ex-wife Amy. She had more bling on her then Mr. T. ever did. Amy's hair was styled and dyed almost bleach blond white. Her once generous nose was gone replaced by a tiny button. Amy's ears no longer stuck out but had been cut back so far to be unnoticeable. However her lips were pouty, they puffed out like those on a trout. All the freckles were missing, her skin pulled so tight across her face, it reminded me of a taunt balloon ready to pop. But what stood out most was Amy's chest-it was HUGE! Amy was easily a double D now. She must have had 10 pounds of plastic in her new bolt-on fake rack! Well at least I knew where the money from our accounts went. "Good thing Amy did not waste it." I muttered to myself. Getting my thoughts back together I launched into Professional Pilot mode. "MR. Kingston." I began standing over the seated Troy. "I must insist you turn off your cell phone immediately. It may interfere with the safety of this aircraft and endanger you and my passengers." Troy noticed me for the first time. "Fuck off Flyboy. I paid my ticket. I am trying save a deal worth more than you and this shitty airline put together." "Amy." I addressed her across the seat. "Can you please talk some sense into your traveling companion." "Don't speak to her you penniless shitface." Troy slurred at me. "Just because you are driving this flying bus doesn't mean squat-so Fuck off." He went back to his conversation. I looked at Amy but she just turned to stare out the window. Sighing I walked back to the cockpit and picked up the mic. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I am sorry for the delay, but we will be returning to the terminal for a few moments. Please remain in your seats and we will continue with our flight as soon as possible. I appreciate your patience." My First Officer was already pulling us out of the taxi lane back to our gate. He had notified Airport security and they were coming in force awaiting our arrival. It was not a pleasant experience for Troy Kingston. Three no nonsense burly Metro Airport Police Officers followed by a Department of Homeland Security official boarded the aircraft. Troy was removed in handcuffs. The DHS officer told me Troy would be charged with interfering with a flight crew, endangerment of safety of an aircraft, plus a host of other charges. As the plane was on the runway these were all federal offences. The DHS official further explained Troy would spend the weekend in lock-up as Federal court is not in session on weekends. As a bonus he would be placed on the "Do Not Fly" List as a flight risk-automatically banned from any air travel for the next 90 days. (Good Luck getting off the "NO FLY" list). Icing on the cake is Troy was to be billed for fuel used to taxi the plane to/from the runway as well as gate time and other ground crew costs. "Could not happen to a nicer guy." I thought as we taxied for take-off ++++++++ Jose, his wife Maria, and I were sitting at their kitchen table. Their middle daughter had just been accepted into medical school. "She is so smart my daughter!" Jose was into a few drinks of celebrating. "She is going to be a brain rocket surgeon!" I smiled but waved away his offer to refill my glass. Jose had a right to be proud. Seeing Jose with his wife Maria made me sad for a moment about Amy and I. "Not like that worthless Amy." Maria said. "Captain, why do you not let me get you a nice Latina girl? Treat you right!" I hid a grin. Maria had never lost her accent, and was always trying to play matchmaker. "Now Maria you know I am a little gun shy after my last encounter.." "Ah.." Maria interrupted then rattled off something in machine gun Spanish to her husband Jose. "Captain you better off without that...wife. She no good." "No Argument there." I replied. Maria moved in closer to me. "Amy not know what she had. Old wife Amy all sad now, not happy now." My ears pricked up. I thought I was over Amy for the most part. Resentment was like taking poison and waiting for the other person to die. But hey everyone loves gossip-especially if it is about your ex-wife. "Come on Maria what do you know?" I teased her. Maria with her small army of cleaners, domestics and helpers had an intelligence network both the CIA & Israeli Mossad would be jealous of. "Well." Maria began. "My girls tell me Amy not do so good. No other wives like her. They afraid she try to steal their husband too. The other wives they call Amy the Lemon Tart. Amy throw many parties-other wives no come. Some Husbands come-but they look at Amy like dog look at meat. She no like, and Mr. Kingston get mad. No more parties." I suppressed a laugh. Maria continued. "Amy no nice to workers. They all call Amy Miss TOS-it mean TITS ON STICK." Now I did laugh. "My girls tell me Mr. Kingston needs blue pills to be with Amy. Girls say Amy has lots of toys in her nightstand-always using up many batteries-Even after Mr. Kingston with her. Mr. Kingston always short time in bedroom." This was getting good, I was laughing out loud. "Amy mad Mr. Kingston no marry her. He no give Amy much money-she complain a lot. Girls say Mr. Kingston no trust with Amy. He no want Amy to leave house. Mr. Kingston always checking Amy phone and how you say...interrogate Amy lots when he return from trips. One time Mr. Kingston hire private police to follow Amy. Amy find out and get much mad." I poured myself a drink. "Well, Maria I guess what can you expect. No honor among thieves-or cheaters. Hope they enjoy looking over each other's shoulders all the time." Marie continued-she was on a roll. "I always send oldest ladies to go to Mr. Kingston house. He bad man, always try to touch younger girls. Amy always blame girl. Complain to me girls being bad with her Mr. Kingston. I know not true, but I not say if Amy cannot satisfy Mr. Kingston why blame girls? No one want to go clean his house. He never tip workers." "Enough talk of stupid old wife Amy." Jose said. "Captain you and me go golfing tomorrow. I won a round of Golf at Nine Rivers Country Club in the church raffle last week." "You golf Jose?" I asked. "Yes." Jose looked at Maria his wife. "When we come to America, Maria sees that all successful Americans play golf. So Maria gets me golf clubs at an estate sale and makes me take lessons. All the kids too. Damn wife won't ever let me rent a golf cart though." Maria looked at her husband sternly. "We need save money for children college, not to waste on rent for electric toy. You no cripple, God gave you good legs-would be insult to God you not use legs he gave you." Jose threw up his hands, but I could see a small hint of a smile on their faces. Jose reached for Maria's hand. I finished my drink, bid them both good night, then stood to leave. +++++++++++++++++++ Jose brought his sons clubs for me to use. I had long ago sold mine in a fire sale to round up extra cash after the divorce. It was a great day, the first time I had been out not flying, working, cleaning or working on the house in a long time. My good mood was broken as I stood outside the clubhouse. There on the wall was a big picture of Troy Kingston and Amy. Troy was a member of the board at Nine Rivers Country Club. The picture was touting some award or event they were at. Jose saw me staring at the large framed photo. He caught onto my sour disposition. "Captain." Jose said pointing to the entrance. "You look over there and tell me if anyone is coming." "What for?" I questioned. "Shh." Jose replied. "Just keep a watch over there and be a lookout OK." I stood my back to Jose, staring at the entrance feeling like a fool for several minutes. Finally Jose said. "OK it is good- now we can go." I turned around and let out a loud snort at seeing what Jose had done. Jose had taken a black thick marker and drawn a big handlebar mustache on Troy's photo along with buck teeth, devil horns, big glasses, even a crude vagina between his legs. Amy's likeness fared no better with a big nose, large ears, blacked out eyes, a smattering of moles, prominent nipples, serpent tail and a monster size dick resting on her lips. "What are you twelve years old?" I exclaimed. But my mood had brightened with Jose's juvenile prank. "Come on Captain. Let's go golf." Jose grinned at me, and we picked up our bags. I was really having fun as we approached the 7th hole. A pair was in front of us on the green. An older man was putting. We kept quiet waiting for him to finish. Suddenly he dropped his putter grabbed his upper arm falling to the ground gasping. Jose and I dropped our bag of clubs sprinting up to the green. A silver haired female about his same age was shaking the fallen man while she was trying to dial a cell phone. When Jose and I got to the man he was not breathing. "Jose start mouth–to-mouth." I leaned over the man and started CPR compressions on his chest. "Call 911." I yelled at the silver haired lady standing next to us. "I got no coverage!" She said in a panicky yell. Jose whipped out his phone. "Damn Captain I got no bars either!" I looked at my cell phone, it had the out of coverage symbol on it. "Lady you are going to need to go for help." I yelled at the female. "I can't leave my husband!" she cried. "Leave now for an ambulance to help him live-or stay and watch him die!" I spat at her. She turned running toward the clubhouse a visor falling off her silver hair. Jose and I kept switching off –but after 10 minutes we were getting fatigued. I knew we could not last much longer. I was doing mouth-to-mouth when an electric golf car almost ran over my foot. I never heard the darn thing approach. It was a girl driving the drink cart. She jumped out of the cart, turned and dumped the trays of drinks and cans onto the ground. She threw off the back cover of the cart and pulled out a small hard plastic case. Kneeling next to me she flipped open the case yanking out a portable defibrillator, like you would see in shopping malls and airports. "Back off." She said pushing me aside while ripping open the guy's shirt exposing his chest. "You." She pointed at Jose. "Take the golf cart, go get some help." Jose jumped into the cart, speeding off as fast as the little electric motor would take him. I slumped back as the drink cart girl put sensors from the kit on guy's chest. A computer voice from the kit was giving out rote instructions. I saw the girl press a large orange button marked SHOCK. The guy on the ground had his chest jump once then again, his eyes fluttered open. The girl felt his pulse, then turned toward me. "He is breathing, but we got to get him real medical help now or he is toast." She turned back to the man on the ground. I wiped a hand across my sweaty brow looking at the drink cart girl. She was a young shapely latin lady in her mid-twenties with long black hair tied back in a ponytail. Her name tag read NINE RIVERS COUNTRY CLUB-LOURDES. I started to say something when the roar of a diesel engine came out of the rough. A Ford F250 pick-up truck flew out of the edge of the rough up onto the green, stopping next to us. The truck had gardening tools hanging all over it. A magnetic sign RAUL and SONS LANDSCAPING stuck on the door. Jose jumped out of the driver side. "Recognize your old truck Captain? The damn kiddie car golf cart battery died on me. I saw this beast and figured we had a better chance taking the guy directly to the hospital." I motioned toward the guy on the ground. "Jose garb his feet, I'll get his chest." I turned toward the girl from the drink cart. "Lourdes I'm Kevin and this is Jose. Let's get this guy outta here." We piled into the cab, Lourdes and the guy in front. I slid into the driver seat, while Jose was squeezed into the third seat behind the cab. I saw that everyone was belted in and gunned the engine. The Powerstroke diesel gave a loud roar. "Hold on! This is going to be rough." I slammed the Truck into gear driving directly across the fairway. Lourdes pointed at a trail. "Take that path over there. That will get us out to the front gate fastest." "We are going to go off the beaten path a bit." I told Lourdes. I had overflown this area a thousand times. With a pilots eye I knew the layout and terrain that would get us to the hospital fastest. The shortest distance between two points is a straight line and that was the route I was going to follow. It would save us 7-10 minutes. Minutes I knew we did not have to spare. The Ford's tires tore up the turf as we flew across the fairway. Horn honking I sped thru a foursome on the back nine and dashed over a portion of a sand trap. Lourdes was talking to the guy while Jose was holding on for life in the cramped space. We neared the outer edge of the course and its high chain link fence. Lourdes gestured down to the south. "There is an old gate about a mile that way." "We don't need NO stinking gate!" I growled in my best movie accent. "Grab onto something!" I never let my foot off the accelerator as we plowed thru the fence. Ford Powerstroke vs. Made in China chain link metal. No contest--score one for the American Diesel power. "Hey Captain, I got signal" Jose said holding up his phone as we fled down the road to the hospital pushing the speedometer toward three digits. Lourdes grabbed the phone out of Jose hands. She punched some numbers. Lourdes must have reached the hospital as she stated giving medical terms that sounded like V-tak, pulse rhythm-all greek to me. Lourdes snapped the phone shut. I gave her a grin as I said "Not bad for a drink cart girl." The tires squealed as we fishtailed turning into the hospital entry. Lourdes looked at me hard. "I am a NURSE you Dumb Ass!" "Oh." Was all I managed to get out, as we skid to a stop in the ER entrance where a medical team was waiting. ++++++++ Jose and I were local heroes at the airport for about a week after that. However no good deed goes unpunished. That is about the amount of time before I received a registered letter from Nine Rivers County Club. It contained a detailed bill for damage my little joy ride had caused to the golf course. The repairs total came to $247,88 dollars and 12 cents. The letter demanded prompt payment (Cash or bank check was acceptable) otherwise the matter would be turned over to their legal team. I had a good laugh, crumpled up the letter into a wad-jump shooting it into the trash basket. "Can't get Blood out of a Turnip." I thought to myself. I never did find out who the guy was-or if he ever recovered. He must have been some big shot, because as soon as he was stabilized a medevac chopper whisked him to an awaiting Air Ambulance plane for a flight out. I tried to get ahold of Lourdes. An operator at Nine Rivers Country Club curtly told me Lourdes was no longer in the employ of Nine Rivers. I made inquiries on my own for about a week before I asked Jose's wife Maria for assistance. It took about fifteen minutes for Maria's female Latina network to get chapter and verse on Lourdes -from phone number/address to shoe size. Maria started talking about Lourdes like she was giving a debriefing. Lourdes was 26 years old, the only daughter of an Immigrant Handyman-day labor father who Lourdes had cared for before he passed. Her mother had died when Lourdes was a child. She had never been married, had just completed a nursing degree but not taken the RN board exam and worked the 3PM to 11PM shift at Mercy nursing home. Lourdes rented a room, was not seeing anyone and liked vanilla ice cream with sprinkles. "That's it?" I teased Maria after she finished. "No birthmarks, known wants or warrants?" Maria looked at me with a smug smile. "Lourdes is good girl. Goes to mass every Sunday at Saint Paul. You want I get you together?" She fished in a pocket for her cell phone. "No No Maria." I jumped in. "Thank you for Lourdes phone number and address. I think I can take it from here." I heard Maria laugh as I walked out of her house. ++++++++ Lourdes was waiting on the steps of a house when I walked up with flowers in my hand the next day. Lourdes saw the look of surprise on my face. She smiled. "What took you so long Kevin?" "How.. how ..did you know I was coming." I stammered. "Latina female network works both ways Kevin." Lourdes laughed. She stood up taking my flowers then turning to walk up the stairs. "You never had a chance. Stay there while I go put these in some water." Lourdes was a delight to be with. She told me how she had juggled school her job at the nursing home, school and until recently the drink cart job at Nine River Country Club. "Kevin." Lourdes started. "I had and still have a lot of debt from school loans and tuition fees. My nursing home job covers the rent and day to day living expenses. I was making good tip money at that drink cart job. It was helping me pay off my debts and put money toward a prep course for my RN board and the RN board exam plus testing fees." Lourdes what happen to the drink cart job at Nine Rivers?" I asked. Lourdes wrinkled her nose before answering. "After our little monster truck rally ride the Board of Directors at Nine Rivers fired me. Claimed I left the Country Club grounds without clocking out. I know it was that board member prick Troy Kingston. He has been after me to sleep with him since I started work there. What a crotch hound, he's worked his way thru a bunch of the girl on staff at Nine Rivers. Right now that Kingston guy is screwing the receptionist every Wednesday afternoon on her lunch break." Lourdes shook as if cold. "Makes me shiver just thinking about that creepy slimeball touching me. What a snake." I was not surprised to find Lourdes knew about my marriage situation and condition. The Latin Female network had generated a lot of gossip. Most of it exaggerated and wrong I found out. "You know Kevin." Lourdes said. "Most of the grapevine say your wife left you to trade up. A minority says she bailed because you were gay." I suppressed a laugh. "Where did the gay part come from?" "Well.." Lourdes looked a little embarrassed talking. "..some of the girls from the cleaning crews had more than a passing interest in helping you get over your grief. The skirt hemlines got higher and the blouse cleavage got deeper. You never took notice or acted on it, so they figured you must be gay." Now I did laugh. "Oh you must be talking about Anita and Orlando! NO way I could not notice those two hot latin babes, and their attempts to "raise" my spirits." I slapped my knee. "Lourdes you can thank the two ladies for their efforts, but I have a very strong adherence to the policy of.. how do I put this in plain english -I do not eat where I shit." Lourdes chuckled. "OK I'm glad that's out of the way. I take it from your tone your former wife had no such policy about eating on the job?" "Lourdes to put it bluntly-my Ex-wife Amy can eat shit." ++++++ I wanted to see more of Lourdes. She gave me a passionate kiss when I left her on the doorstep. "Kevin I am not a prude, but I am not some easy lay either." Lourdes said. "Can we get together tomorrow?" "Lourdes I'm working on the house tomorrow. I am having trouble hanging a door." I replied. Postcards "Maybe you got the mortises too shallow, how did you adjust the reveal?" Lourdes questioned. "Reveal Morty to who?" I was bewildered. Lourdes just rolled her eyes. "Good God Kevin. Give me your address. I will see you bright and early tomorrow morning." And she did, Lourdes had grown up hanging around her father a day labor and handyman. What Lourdes knew about house repairs and remodeling rivaled the gang of the former TV show "This Old House". When she didn't know, Lourdes would show up at my house with one of her residents from the nursing home she worked at. That place held a bunch retired master craftsmen in every trade possible. These old guys loved to get away and spend the day instructing us in their specialties-everything from tile work to plumbing. It was like having my own Home Repair Contractor Union. We did not have a lot of loose time due to our schedules. But every free moment we could we spent together. Lourdes and I had been getting closer every meeting, just not the real close I longed for. One evening we had completed refinishing the dining room table and I was in the shower. I felt a cool breeze, then thru the mist the caught the erotic sight of a naked Lourdes entering the stall. "Your hot water heater is too small Kevin." Lourdes said reaching up to hold my face. "We need to share the heat." I grabbed Lourdes soft ass cheeks in my hands as we embraced. It was like magic, I was hard as a rock. Unfortunately Lourdes former statement was true, my hot water heater was too small. We were just getting into it when cold water put a damper on our passion. We tumbled out of the chilly shower and into the bed. I dove between her legs but Lourdes stopped me. "Your turn first Kevin." Lourdes smiled at me and moved down to my crotch. After such a long time- having Lourdes lips on my manhood was unbelievable. It was less then two minutes before I started to pass the point of no return. "Lourdes I gonna.." I said to give her warning. Lourdes just increased her efforts, gripping my buttocks with her hands and pushing her lips all the way down to my pubic bone. My hips bucked as I spurted into Lourdes eager mouth. She never stopped, gently squeezing my balls to get out the last drops. I lay back winded, Lourdes crawled up and snuggled next to me. "Lourdes, that was.. was unreal." I exclaimed my breath was coming in gasps. "Well Kevin a lady likes to be appreciated." Lourdes batted her eyes at me. "I am about to show your how appreciated you are!" I told her, moving down under the bedcovers to get between her legs. Lourdes had a trimmed patch, I soon had her squirming and panting. She grabbed my hair with her hands and tightened her legs on my head. "Oh My God Kevin." Lourdes cried out. I felt her start to quiver as the first one overtook her. I never stopped and brought her off twice more. Lourdes pulled my up on my hair. "Kevin I got to have you in me now! But you need to put on some protection." Protection? Oh yea Condoms! Shit I did not have any! I didn't know anything was going to happen tonight! "Um Lourdes.." I said sheepishly. "I don't have any." That broke the mood. Lourdes sat up in bed. "Kevin I really want to make love with you, but I'm not on the pill and no way am I taking any chances." "No problem Lourdes." I said getting out of bed. "You stay right there. I will take care of this." But it was a big problem. I had no car, the nearest store open selling what I needed was over a mile away. What was I supposed to do? Ride my bike to the drugstore like some 14 year old on his first date or take the frigging bus! Then I did what every pilot does when they get in a jam. I called my chief mechanic. I explained the situation to Jose. "Don't worry Captain." Jose chuckled over the phone. "I have not used rubbers since I left Cuba. But I think I know where I can get some. I'll fix you right up, stand by and we'll be right over with what you need." I ran back upstairs and tried to keep Lourdes occupied and in the mood with one ear listening for the door. Ten minutes later I heard the doorbell ring. "Lourdes I'll be right back." I gave her a kiss and sprinted down the stairs hopping on one foot trying to put on my boxers. I opened the door and was shocked to be greeted by my chief mechanic Jose's youngest son Angelo. "Hi Mr. Kevin." Angelo said. "Dad told me to give these to you." Angelo held out a strip roll of condoms. I saw they were the kind the high school passed out in sex ed class. They had writing on them urging teens to practice safe sex. "Um Angelo. Ah Thanks." I stammered. "NO problem Mr. Kevin." Angelo grinned at me. "Hey you got that babe from those texts in there with you?" Great I was getting into a discussion about my sex life with a kid who could not legally buy booze yet. "No Angelo." I was trying to maintain some of my dignity. "This is a very special lady." "OK Mr. Kevin, I'm cool with that." Angelo pointed out to his car parked at the curb with a pretty young co-ed in the passenger seat. "I got my best girl with me tonight too." The young girl in the passenger seat rolled down her window and waved at me while saying. "Hi Mr. Kevin. Love your house!" So much for my dignity I thought, waving back with a stupid frozen smile on my face. Angelo punched me on the shoulder. "Gotta go Mr. Kevin. Text me if you need more." I closed the door behind him. "God please let this night get better." I prayed and trotted up the stairs. +++++++ The night did get better and the morning was even better. I almost had to take up Jose's youngest son on his offer about sending him a text for more condoms. "Lourdes." I began giving her a kiss as she came out of the shower. "I have been thinking about this a while. Will you move in here with me." "Kevin I am not some bimbo moving into any bed after a night of passion." Lourdes said while wrapped in a towel. "Lourdes, I would love to have you in my bed every night for passion." I sat up in bed admiring her. "But this is also a more common sense proposition. We can live cheaper together as one then apart. And you will save money on rent. That will get you faster to your funding goal of that RN testing course, the RN board exam and stuff." "Kevin I am no freeloader." Lourdes replied. "I'm not some low rent hooker trading my ass for free room and board. I always pay my way." "You still will Lourdes." I grabbed at her towel. "I will trade you the fixing up you are doing to this house anyway instead of rent. Personally I feel I should be paying you for all you have done. I am getting the better of the deal." Lourdes pulled back at the towel, then she sat on the bed next to me thinking hard. I was holding my breath. Finally she turned to me. "Kevin do you think your friend Jose will lend us his truck to move my stuff on Friday." Lourdes said removing her towel and sliding into bed next to me. ++++++ We had been together for over six months. The house was never in better shape and I was happy. Sure I was still working the job cleaning houses and logging all the flight hours the FAA would allow. But I had Lourdes in my life. I wanted to ask Lourdes to marry me, but I knew she wanted to get her license and a career before settling down. The housing crash affected even our town. Most directly it affected King 1 Developers. The place crashed and burned within a week. The whole operation was a house of cards, the bank recalled a few loans and King 1 Developers collapsed. Federal Regulators were sniffing around. Troy had been playing fast and loose with the rules, co-mingling funds and had mortgaged himself to the hilt, even on properties he didn't really own. He did not even have enough money for bankruptcy. However Troy Kingston took it like the man he was. Late one night dressed in his best suit, he sat in the shiny H2 Hummer with a bottle of JW while running the engine, closed the garage door and sucked in the exhaust. I felt bad about the people and the financial mess that coward Troy had left in his wake, but not about him. Oddly enough thoughts of how this affected my former wife Amy barely even crossed my mind. She was the past, I was looking forward to Lourdes and the future. Some weeks later I was walking home from the bus stop when I saw a lone figure sitting on the steps of my porch. It was dusk but even in pitch dark I would know who it was. "Hello Amy." I said standing over her. "Hello Kevin." Amy replied. She looked at me, but made no move to get up. "Amy I wish I could say it is nice to see you, but we both know it would be a lie. If you will excuse me I have just gotten off a long day. I would like to get into my home. Can I pass please." Amy did not stir. "How come you are walking? Kevin where is your truck?" "Amy you are sitting on it." Amy looked around confused, then said "Oh -you mean you sold it for the house-I get it now. Why Kevin? You loved that truck." "I loved a lot of things back then Amy. You learn to do without a lot when you are forced to. That Truck never let me down, unlike other things back then. Difference is I still miss that truck." "What about me Kevin? Do you ever miss me -Kevin.. you know us?" Amy said softly. I could not resist. "Sure Amy -I miss you with every bullet." Amy gasped, but I continued. "Besides Amy -How can I miss you-You are not gone yet." "Kevin please can we talk. I just got out of the hospital two weeks ago." "Amy I am sorry to hear you were ill and wish you a speedy recovery. However I do not really see how your health is my concern anymore. You made quite clear you not satisfied with the level of care I was able to provide. You chose Troy, his care and all his toys over me-us -a few years ago." "Yea Kevin, but I almost died. When Troy did his smoking Hummer tailpipe routine in the garage that night. I was asleep in the bedroom above. The leaking carbon monoxide from his H2 almost killed me." "Gee Amy I guess those H2 Hummers really are bad for the environment. In hindsight maybe you should have talked Troy into driving a hybrid." "That is not funny Kevin." I rubbed my chin with my hand. "Sorry Amy, but I am tired. Can we just go our separate ways. This is really not doing either of us any good." "Kevin." Amy pleaded. "Please let's just go inside for a few minutes. I need to talk to you." I sighed and pointed up the porch steps to the door. Amy started to get up. I forgot how tall she was. I still could not get over the double Ds hanging off her chest. They were now sticking me in the face. "Careful Amy you could poke someone's eye out with those things now." I joked. I looked up into Amy's face, she was trying to smile, yet something was different. Not just her new nose and big lips-something was odd-but-I could not see exactly what it was in the dim evening light. Amy had a walking cane in her right hand she was leaning heavily on. A mid-size gym bag she had been sitting on was crushed. I silently picked up Amy's gym bag, as she made a considerable effort to climb the steps up to the front door. I moved past Amy and unlocked the door holding it open for her. "Going to be one a hell of a talk." I thought. +++++++ Amy and I were sitting at the dining room table. In the light I could see what was different about Amy's face. The whole one side of her face was a frozen mask. Her one eyelid drooped half closed, the corner of her mouth was in a downward curl. This was more pronounced because of the size of Amy's lips. A little bit of drool formed that Amy kept touching with a handkerchief. "It was a stroke Kevin." Amy started. "A result of the carbon monoxide poisoning. I was lucky the maid came early or I would have been a goner. The one side of my whole body is pretty weak and I am having problems with my short term memory. It gets worse when I am tired." "Amy I am sorry to hear that. How are you doing now?" I asked. "Kevin that is why I am here. I need some money." I spit out my mouthful of coffee onto the dining room table. It took a few coughs before I stopped choking. I got up from the table to get a rag from the kitchen. I returned to wipe up the mess. "Amy you cannot be serious. I am truly sorry about your condition, but I am living right on the edge myself." I did not need to add "Because Of You". Amy looked down at the table and did not meet my eyes. "Besides." I continued. "You must have some assets from your ..ah ..time with Troy. Last I saw you had more bling then a rap star." "Kevin it's all gone." Amy dabbed at the corner of her mouth. "Troy pawned it all in the days leading up to the collapse trying to keep the creditors at bay. What was left was grabbed by the bankruptcy lawyers. After Troy's suicide the police made the house a crime scene. Last week I was finally able to get in and get this bunch of clothes." Amy pointed at the gym bag at her feet. "I have been sleeping in a women's shelter at night, getting my meals at the church kitchen." "What about social service? disability?" I asked. "I have filled out tons of forms, most take 90 days to process. The official already told me my injuries really don't meet the requirements that will stop me from working, or qualify for benefits." Amy explained. "Amy -Surely you have friends from Troy's social circle who can assist you?" "Not anymore, not even back then." Amy laughed without humor. "Those bitches made it clear they don't want me around. They are afraid of what I might do with their husbands for money. I cannot blame them-I did not exactly discourage male attention at that point in time. No one wants to help out a possible gold-digger. It would be like buying the rope for your own hanging. Who is going to trust a lady that is a cheater around their guy? I also managed to piss off any friends you and I used to share. They all took your side after the divorce. I burned a lot of bridges." "OK Amy than sell your Camry. It is only a few years old. That model was the top of the line loaded with all the features when we bought it. That will give a quick source of funds." I proposed. Amy's face turned red. "Kevin the Camry was never really mine. Um..Troy got it for me when he and I got ..friendly. The title was in King 1 Developers name I found out later. The bank seized it along with everything else." I was surprised after all these years this new information brought back buried emotions. I suddenly felt like Amy's cheating happened yesterday. I tried to control my tone. "Amy you got that car less than four months after we moved here. Did you start fucking that bastard before the ink was even dry on the mortgage!" "No Kevin." Amy turned away. "Troy and I did not get ..ah ..physical until about 6 months after I started working." "Sorry Amy" I said full of sarcasm. "I did not mean to imply your virtue was compromised in any way by waiting two more months to spread your legs to start banging your boss." "Damn it Kevin! Don't you think I know I screwed up big time. This is hard. I never wanted us to end up like this. I just got swept away by everything." Amy looked at my deadpanned face. "Kevin you sure you want to hear about ..it?" "Sure Amy why not?" I waved my hand. "They say the truth will set you free- Go ahead give me your best shot." "It's not a shot Kevin. I just want you to know it was never any of your fault. It was all on me. I got sucked into it. It was nothing you did. I mean at first it was great I got treated like a queen when I began work for King 1 Developers. Troy was always taking everyone out and picking up the check. It was such a change to not look at the prices on a menu, count my change or worry about the cost of anything. He started paying attention to me. Troy knew all these important people. They treated me like I was somebody." "You were somebody Amy. You were my wife, my partner since we were kids. Was that not good enough?" "I know that now Kevin, I just wish I would have remembered then. It all really started back the day you went away on the three day charter flight. Troy brought me to this $2500 a plate political fundraiser dinner. Kevin my one meal could have paid two months of our mortgage!" "You get the chicken or the fish?" "Kevin stop! I am trying to be serious. Troy had been really nice to me for weeks. But this was a big event. Troy bought me a $2000 dollar evening gown just for that night. He didn't even blink at the price-acted like it was spare change! Everyone thought I was Troy's girlfriend, they treated me great. We sat at a table with the former Vice President of the United States! I was swept up in it. The people, the glamour, the power, I just lost my head. It was like playing make believe when I was a little girl. I was absolutely giddy the entire time, walking on air the whole night. Somehow Troy and I ended up in the parking lot having sex in his H2 Hummer." "Valet must have got one hell of a tip." I commented. "Kevin, please it wasn't like that." Amy countered. "What do you call it Amy? Classy? -Getting fucked in a parking lot. Sounds more like a $20 hooker pick up from the street corner. Did you put the moon roof down to make it more romantic? You give old Troy a hummer in his Hummer?" Amy at least blushed, but she continued. "The next day I was so embarrassed, feeling guilty and afraid you would find out. I stuck to you like glue when you came back home. Remember we finished remodeling the downstairs bathroom? I tried to kill you in the bedroom after that to make up for my...time with Troy." "Wow Amy, and here I thought you paid all the plumbers that way." "Kevin I swore it was never going to happen again. I was going to be the best wife, we were going to be the best couple ever! I was going to quit that job first thing. But Troy was so full of apologies, said he was sorry, claimed we both had too much to drink, couldn't help himself-it was an accident, never going to reoccur. He did not want to lose me as a valued employee over a one-time mistake, blah, blah, blah. He was so smooth and like a fool I fell for it. If you recall a week later, some secretaries, I and the others execs went with Troy to the coast to nail down a huge project. He had a big private jet chartered. It was so exciting, Troy snagged a multi-million dollar deal. Everybody was celebrating on the way back. A few drinks, some happy hugs, and kisses-then suddenly I am in the airplane restroom giving Troy a blow job and my ass." I couldn't hold back. "Amy I can see how all that elegance made you weak. Getting screwed in the back seat of a truck, then joining the mile high club by being butt fucked in a toilet stall. What other high society refinement was next –gang bang at the bus terminal? No wonder you were not able to resist." "Kevin I am not proud of what I did. I am not making any excuses. I am just telling you what happened. After that trip I just gave in and started to enjoy the lifestyle. Plays, fine wine, expensive food, jewelry. At first it was just when you were gone, then it morphed into lunches with a few nooners. Soon I was so comfortable I began to resent you and how we lived. I knew then I had put our relationship in real trouble. Sad part is that it was not really Troy's money. It was all the corporation King 1 Developers money. Troy had no real money of his own. His two Ex-wives got most of his salary. His Hummer was leased. Even the house, Rolex watches and most everything else was in the company name." Amy looked at me. "Well Kevin that is my sad pathetic tale. You have any questions?" "Just a couple Amy." I folded my hands on the table. "If you got the lifestyle you wanted, why not just divorce me right away? How come all the sneaking around and cheating for another year and a half? What was the thrill going between your Prince Troy's riches and slumming with your pauper husband's rags?" Postcards Amy looked away. "Kevin at first it was because I did not want to hurt you. We had been together since grade school, you were my best friend. I kept telling myself I was just going thru a phase. It would end soon. You would never know, never be hurt-we would live happily ever after. But it was hard! All that stuff I never had before made me feel like royalty-that feeling, that power was a drug. For the first time I was not the kid on the outside of the candy store window looking in. I kept putting off ending the ....my ..time with Troy. I was a fly drowning in honey." Amy dabbed at the drool seeping from the corner of her mouth again. "That day you found me in Troy's bedroom stunned me, I was in a state of panic. I was pretty sure you would never take me back after what I had done. What choice did I have, I had passed the point of no return! Half a loaf with Troy was better than nothing." "Amy how about the choice of the truth?" I said with sarcasm. "We may have been able to get over if you had come to me after the first time." "Kevin I know you will find this hard to believe, but in two days I was going to end it. Even if you had not found out I was going to quit my job and stop the whole sordid affair that Friday-cold turkey. I was determined to dedicate myself to you-to us, to our marriage, and our future. My letter of resignation was already printed out, signed and dated. It was in the drawer of my desk at work." "Nice try Amy. Now you make me sad I broke in on you and Troy. If only I had waited two more days all this could have been avoided! It's all my fault, I was such a fool!" My voice was dripping with irony. "I bet you just happen to have that letter with you right now?" "No Kevin. I can't prove it, can't disprove it. It doesn't help any now, but after I moved in with Troy it got boring, it was all about Troy. I had more enjoyment alone or with my vibrator." "OK Amy that brings up the standard guy question. Was any of it because Troy was better than me in the sack?" I saw Amy hesitate trying to think of an answer. "Amy come on-If I want someone to lie to me about my sexual abilities I'll hire a hooker. If your' not a hooker no need to lie. Let's have the truth." "Kevin." Amy started. "Troy was a bit larger then you ...um down there. But not by much, that was no big deal. You and I were our firsts and up to Troy you were the only man I ever even kissed. I knew your body as well as I knew my own. What you liked, when you liked it, how you liked it. And I knew you had the same knowledge about me. We were always good together that way, no complaints. But Troy was ...um ..older ..um experienced ..Troy had been with lots of partners over time. He knew lots of different a ..stuff. He got a thrill out of getting me to do.. things. Some I did not like, others I did like.." "Like anal you never gave me." I interrupted her. "Yes, well no not really Kevin." Amy countered. "No doubt Troy was really into sticking his dick up my ass. I never got off on the butt fucking part. I tolerated getting my ass pounded, even pretended to like it –just to turn him on, get him to finish faster. I just felt like I ..um ..owed it to Troy. You know for all the things he was doing for me and giving me." "You mean payment for services rendered." I asked. "Kevin I was not a prostitute, or whore if that is what you are implying. Amy said briskly. "Amy what do you call someone who performs sex acts for goods or services?" "It was different." Amy claimed stiffly. "If it walks like a duck, and quacks like a duck.. a hooker by any other name.." I began. "No matter -you even fuck in my now house? In our bed?" "NO Kevin never!" Amy blurted out. "Troy wanted to, but to me it was not about the sex, or an affair, or Troy or even you. It was all about the lifestyle, the things, people, places. Doing it up first class for once in my life. I wanted to get away from, um.. rise above this." Amy pointed around the dining room. "Not go back to it." "Amy, it seemed Troy had no problem sharing you during the year and a half you were cheating on me. Did he continue to be as generous to his friends or others with your mouth, ass and crotch after you moved in with him?" "Troy was very jealous Kevin. Troy wanted me to cut you off after he and I started...you know. But I ignored him on that. I never had ..relations with both of you on the same day. Troy loved to show me off, but hated me even talking to other men, and was always accusing me of screwing around on him. Ironic as I now know he had girls all over. Not to mention the escorts and call girls he had when out of town. However Troy was always after me to do a three way with another female. I finally gave in one time. It was with his 2nd wife, Troy was still on good terms with her. I did not really get into it, she was a trophy wife right out of a Hollywood movie central casting- just a dense bubble headed bleach blond." "The difference between you and her was what exactly?" I asked. "Touché." Amy winced. "Sad as it sounds I thought then that the bimbo had it all-money, looks, the seat at the front of the plane, a lifestyle I wanted. I used to make fun of vapid fools like that, than I became one of them." Amy hefted her breasts. "I started to turn into plastic Barbie." "Did I pay for the whole Barbie make-over? Or did Troy chip in for a silicone boob?" Amy winced again. "Kevin it was not the money from you. Troy hid the surgery cost in some budget for a project he had going on. I am afraid the auditors are going to want the money back." "You were always good at bargaining Amy. Maybe you can talk the bankers into accepting only one breast. You can use some of the bedroom tricks Troy taught you to seal the deal." "Kevin I can't live like this. I just want to shrivel up and die." "Well Amy if you want to take Troy's route out of this life I cannot help you. I mean I got a garage-but at present I do not own a car-Sorry." I really shouldn't have kept taking cheap shots at Amy. It was like beating a bunny. But I could not help myself, a deep anger kept coming to the surface. I thought I was over Amy-but was I? They say love and hate were two sides of the same coin. I could not tell if it was disgust I felt at the physical creature Amy had turned herself into, or anger at what she had done to me, to us, to our relationship. "Kevin." Amy started. "I know a lot has happened, but before this mess we were always there for each other. I really need you now. We have been together most of our lives. We have both grown and changed. Can't we try to build on what we once had?" I stood up. "Amy I would rather chew on tin foil and shave my head with a cheese grater." I finished my now cold coffee. "I don't know who you are anymore, and just don't trust you. How can I be sure you have not hidden away tons of cash and jewelry? You might just be waiting for the dust to die down before laughing at the clueless fool Kevin again. Then leaving me holding my dick in my hand." Amy slumped back in the chair dejected. "I never laughed at you Kevin. You can put your dick in my hand or anyplace else you want in me. I will never leave you again. Please I need your help now." "Sorry Amy I am unable to afford that risk anymore. The stakes are too high. I can't help you." "Can't or Won't?" Amy asked. "Does it make a difference?" I answered. Just then the door opened and Lourdes walked in. She was in her flowered scrubs returning from her afternoon 3-11 rotation at the nursing home. I could not believe Amy and I had been talking so long. It was almost midnight. "Oh Hello." Lourdes said, surveying the scene, and then walking right up to Amy, bending slightly to extend out her right hand. "I 'm Lourdes, and you are?" With an effort Amy raised her hand to grip Lourdes's hand. "I'm Amy." Lourdes stood up in shock, but quickly recovered, giving Amy the once over. Taking in Amy's large chest, cane, factoring in the limp grip and facial features. "Bell Palsy?" Lourdes asked pointing to Amy's face. "Beg your pardon?" Amy responded. "Bell Palsy." Lourdes stated professionally, looking at Amy's face. "The nerve that controls the facial muscle is damaged resulting in paralysis. Real common with herpes." "I do not have herpes." Amy said defensively putting her hand up to her face. She then soften. "But I can see how you would think that after what I did to Kevin." Amy sighed. "I had a stroke..." Amy went on to explain the whole story to Lourdes. After Amy finished her tale, Lourdes asked if she could speak to me in the kitchen. "Kevin." Lourdes started. "We cannot just throw Amy out into the street." "Fine." I said. "Let me call one of Jose sons. They can drop Amy off at the shelter." Lourdes gripped my arm so tight I felt her nails dig into my skin. "Kevin you can't be serious. You can't leave a female in that condition at one of those places. They will eat her alive." "What do you want from me Lourdes? Should we have Amy join us in bed? Do a three way? You heard her -it would not the first time with another babe for Amy. Or maybe you get into that now?" I lifted an eyebrow at Lourdes and gave her a mock leer. Lourdes released her grip and swatted at me. "You men are all the same. Put away your fantasies." "More like my nightmare." I replied. "Losing you to Amy would drive me suck on an exhaust pipe." "Whatever." Lourdes rolled her eyes. "Amy can crash on the couch tonight. We will figure out the rest in the morning." "What is this Lourdes? Some Latin version of the Italian mafia godfather's Keep Your Friends Close- But Your Enemies Closer? I saw you jab at Amy with that Bell Palsy-herpes remark." Lourdes looked down. "Yea I should have done that, it was bitchy of me kicking someone when they are down." Lourdes took a breath. "Then I remembered WWJD? It's only one night." "You better count the silverware when you wake up." I countered. "Kevin we don't have any silverware worth taking." Lourdes answered. "Lourdes you're not worried about my Ex-wife given her reputation -sleeping in this house?" I questioned. Lourdes looked at me seriously for a moment. "I know you and more important I trust you. Besides if you leave me for plastic and trout lips-you were never really mine anyway." "Lourdes it's never going to happen. Guess you are stuck with me then." I gave her a kiss. +++++++++ I was in the kitchen the next morning at 6 AM dressed in my maintenance coveralls. I was not flying today –but had three houses to clean today for Jose's wife Maria's company. "Morning Kevin." It was Amy standing in the kitchen entrance with a blanket wrapped around her. She had bed hair from sleeping on the couch. I just grunted, turning away to attend to my cup of coffee. "Kevin do you still have our boxes of postcards?" Amy asked and yawned. "They were your postcards Amy. And no I do not have your postcards anymore." "Where are they?" Amy persisted. "I burned them Amy. In fact I roasted marshmallows over them-sort of flames of our past." "Oh." Amy said looking crestfallen. I sat down and stirred my coffee. We were both silent for a few minutes. "Kevin, I just want to thank you for letting me stay overnight." Amy said. "Don't thank me Amy, I was not in favor of the idea. Thank Lourdes." I replied. "Yes Lourdes." Amy paused. "You and her...." She trailed off. I said nothing. My relationship with Lourdes was none of Amy's business. "Kevin." Amy began wiping some drool on her downturned lip. "I don't know if I said it last night but I am so very sorry." "Sorry for what Amy? Cheating? Walking out? Taking all the money? Destroying our marriage? Lying? Trying to take more money after bankrupting me? Coming back to disrupt my life? Or are you sorry you do not have all the toys in your life Troy gave you anymore? You need to be more specific." "I am sorry I ever wanted anything more then you." Amy said softly. "Sounds more like buyer's remorse to me." I got up and threw the rest of my coffee in the sink. "Tell me Amy –if the house of cards had not come falling down and you still had all the perks of the past three years. Would you still be here today?" "Kevin I am sorry I ever left you." I heard Amy say as I rinsed out my coffee cup. I felt a touch on my shoulder. I turned around. Amy was standing before me completely nude. The blanket was pooled around her feet. Even with fake breasts, and the ½ frozen face -a nearly six foot tall naked bleach blond with double D's is a sight to behold. "I see someone is happy I stayed the night." Amy said pointing at the tent in my crotch. "That is quite a early morning greeting." "Don't flatter yourself Amy." I reached down to pick up the blanket at her feet. "I went a long time without. I get an erection now by just reading ladies golf scores." I handed Amy her blanket. "Kevin I meant it last night. I'm yours, and only for you. You can do anything with me -anytime anyplace anywhere." Amy reached out with her good hand. "I read that text once already Amy. I'll pass." I walked out the door. +++++++ Figures my first big fight with Lourdes would be over Amy. I just wanted Amy to be out of my life-someone else problem. Both Lourdes and Maria ganged up on me (Jose the husband of Maria wisely made himself scarce-I wish I could have done the same.) All the talk about Christian charity, forgiveness and turning the other cheek was great in theory-but sucked in practice. However two catholic latin ladies who believe God is on their side are a force of nature. Both were adamant it was our duty to help those in need if we could. Bread cast upon the waters and all that. They tried to explain how forgiveness does not mean I had to forgot what Amy had done to me. Those two argued that saints throughout time had forgiven sinners who had done them wrong. Even Jesus had forgiven Judas who had made the ultimate betrayal. I pointed out I was no saint, that any resemblance between Jesus and I was purely cosmetic at best. Amy and Maria were not fazed, claiming I had once loved Amy enough to marry her. Amy's history of devotion to me-the recent past not withstanding -earned her some right to a helping hand now. Good God I would rather have tangled with a couple of rabid badgers then Lourdes and Maria! Lourdes rationalized and laughed away Amy's recent seduction attempt as a result of stress, PTSD at the sudden turn of events, an attempt to reconnect with the safe secure past. Lourdes is a better person then me-I could not swallow such baloney. Maria got Amy a job cleaning houses. The farthest I could get Amy away was the "Mother In Law apartment" above my garage that Lourdes set Amy up in. Amy paid a meager rent which did help us out. Lourdes and Amy would sometimes sit on our front porch and talk together. I tried to avoid Amy at all costs. Who wants to be reminded of a train wreck? Lourdes said Amy just worked and went to church, never leaving the garage apartment to go anyplace. I had a real warm place I wanted Amy to go, but I kept it to myself -OK I said it under my breath a few times. In truth I must admit that Amy never came on, or made a suggestive move on me again. Things finally settled down after a few months. I was walking up the porch stairs returning from my flights. Lourdes was standing on the porch talking with an older lady with silver hair who looked vaguely familiar. I held out my hand to introduce myself when the silver hair lady grabbed me in a big hug. "Kevin you remember Mrs. Tallen" Lourdes said. "From the golf course." Then it clicked. This was the wife of the heart attack victim that day on the golf course! I now had a name to go with the face. I had run her off that day to go for help while Jose and I did CPR on her husband. "Come, come." The silver haired Mrs. Tallen exclaimed, pulling me into the house. "He has been waiting all day for you and is cranky as an old bear." "Who is waiting for me?" I asked as I entered our dining room. The man we had saved from the golf course was sitting at my dining room table. The table was littered with official looking papers. The man was silver haired like his wife. He was of medium build and height with an air of authority about him. A walking cane was propped again his chair. "Damn Boy get in here!" The silver haired man boomed. "I'm Boone Tallen, and I been waiting a mighty long time to meet you again!" The silver head Boone Tallen picked up his cane and pounded it on the chair next to him. "Sit your happy ass down right here!" Boone Tallen was a man used to others following his orders. I took a seat next to him. Boone slapped me on the back so hard I almost fell out of the chair. "Damn boy!-Mind if I call you Kevin?" Boone Tallen said without waiting for an answer. "I owe you my life! Now Boone Tallen always pays his debts!" He picked up a sheet of papers from the table, then tossed them in my lap. "Now listen up Kevin that there is a personal services contract. I got a Learjet 60 and you are going to be one of my personal pilots once you get rated on it. The contract is good for 15 years with yearly increases and bonus. Renewable every year by you. Don't matter if I am dead or alive. Only way you screw this up is if you crash the damn plane. You do that, you're dead so you won't get paid anyhow. Doc says I can't pilot no more but I got to be places. The Lear stays here, I call-you-haul. Understand?" I looked at the salary, my eyes popped out. It was stupid money, lotto winning money. "Mr. Tallen" I started. "This is most generous, but.." "But what Kevin!" the silver haired Boone Tallen interrupted me. "You saying my life ain't worth a few measly bucks? Hell damn life insurance company should pay you that much to thank you for saving my sorry ass that day at the golf course. Keeping me alive got them life Insurance bastards outta paying off my policy." I was speechless, but the energetic silver haired Boone Tallen was not. "Next Kevin is this bunch of papers. They are the deed to this house, showing it paid in full. Consider it a signing bonus. Can't have my pilots worrying about some friggin mortgage when they fly my butt around. I want their full attention in the cockpit. There is also a title to a new F250 powerstroke pickup truck-you can get it tomorrow at the dealer. When I call I do not want you waiting at some damn bus stop-Got it!" Boone Tallen's sliver hair moved a bit as he banged his cane on the table before he continued. "This Bullshit with them pantywaists at Nine Rivers Country Club. Trying to get you for a ¼ million because you messed up some grass getting me to the hospital? Forget about it. I got more lawyers in my cell phone directory then there are in this whole town. I sic'd my New York shyster boys on them Nine River fools. Greedy pricks at Nine Rivers were trying to double dip. Collecting the insurance on the damage and getting you too. Them A holes from that Nine Rivers Place should be sending you a letter of apology sometime this week, along with a paid up full membership." "Now you young lady" The silver haired Boone Tallen pointed his cane at Lourdes. "We need to get you that RN license. I got two instructors from the Kaplan Testing center holed up in a hotel downtown. They are going to be your personal tutors. I want you to take and pass that test in 90 days. After that All Saint Hospital is going to hire you for Pediatric and Cardiac. After a year you are going to get trained to be my flying nurse to satisfy the damn insurance pricks. There is a contract for you too in this mass of paper on the table. Your student loan debts are now history-paid in full. Also I do a lot of Angel flights on my jet with kids so you study hard!" Lourdes rushed up and gave Boone Tallen a big hug. "Careful honey." Boone Tallen teased Lourdes. "A young babe touching me like that is going freak out my pace maker." Postcards "Um Mr. Tallen" I addressed our silver haired benefactor. "I do not mean to look a gift horse in the mouth, but Jose my chief mechanic..." Boone Tallen cut me off. "That Cuban fella with the stubborn Latin wife Maria?" Boone Tallen chuckled. "I got him covered. Jose is going off to Bombardier-Lear to get qualified on the Lear 65 series. The jet is under a maintenance contract with your old air firm. Jose will be the main man with a big bump in salary. I couldn't get Jose or that wife of his Maria to accept a dime. Took my private dicks a couple days to find all the universities his brood goes to. All their kids' tuition is paid for in full as well as housing, books, and any loans or fees. I would rather tangle with the IRS then deal with that wife of his Maria again any day. Her cleaning company is about to see a big increase in contracts-just don't say anything to her!" Bill Tallen used his silver cane to get up from the chair. "Now before I go one last thing. You two get your bodies down to the Preacher, Priest, Justice of the Peace, Rabbi, Imam, whatever -and get hitched. I don't like my employees living in sin!" ++++++ Lourdes and I did get married. I wanted a small simple affair. Lourdes, Maria and the rest of the female Latina network were in high gear-they informed me the extent of my participation was for Jose and me to pick up our tuxes, showing up at the church at the appointed date and time. It was a huge event at Nine Rivers Country Club. Boone Tallen our wealthy benefactor -we had the heart attack adventure with at the golf course, loved a good party. He insisted on paying for the whole event-including the Honeymoon cruise, a wedding present Boone Tallen called it. Amy was there. She is stronger but still needs a cane to get around. The short term memory problems make her seem a little scatterbrained at times. The routine and schedule of house cleaning helps keep her on track. Amy still rents out our small apartment space above the garage. I am civil to Amy, but wary-like one is around a dog that has once bit you. Amy sometimes sees a guy who is on one of the cleaning crews. Nice down to earth fellow, they met at church and I wish them the best of luck. My new job combined my two loves –Lourdes and flying. Lourdes sends Amy postcards from wherever we fly to, no matter how big or small the place we are at. Amy and Lourdes still sit on the porch some evenings while Lourdes goes over each detail of the postcard place with Amy. However that is going to come to a halt as Lourdes will have to stop flying soon for a while. Good news is I am going to be a proud Poppa. I will soon have three loves!