12 comments/ 61485 views/ 36 favorites My Ebony Rose By: genealguy Please allow me to introduce myself to you! I am Bill Evans, now 26 years young. My high school and college years were pretty much wasted time. I ran with questionable guys, screwed around with questionable girls/women, crossed paths with the law, spent two periods in the local jail. I was pretty much a loser, academically and socially. My family had pretty much written me off. My parents were angry because they paid a lot of money toward my college education, and figured they, and I, got little out of it. My two sisters and brother acted as if I didn't exist because my antics had clouded their reputations a bit. As a result, by the time I (barely) graduated college, my life was somewhat a shambles. After a bit of introspection, I decided I could either fuck up the rest of my life, or I could try to rescue something from the wreckage. I chose rescue. I began serious job hunting. It was not successful for about three months. Some of my past came back to haunt me. The jail time, while misdemeanors, was still on record, and it stopped several possible jobs from coming to fruition. I was beginning to wonder if I was relegated to flipping ground beef or stocking warehouses. Then, one bright sunny day I sat down with a recruiter, Ken Gordon, from a large computer company. He was a likeable fellow, about my father's age. We chatted amicably for a while, then got down to business. It soon became evident I was not a choice candidate. I had the familiar sinking feeling preceding another rejection. He sat back and thought for a bit. "Bill," he began, "To what do you credit your record I see before me?" My turn to think. Finally, I decided to be totally honest. "Mr. Gordon, I ran around with a bunch of guys who were just like me; we had no sense of duty or responsibility, answered to no one, and pretty much did as we wished. That established my person in middle and high schools, and it carried into college as well. After I graduated, I put myself through some self-examination, and decided I'd been very irresponsible, very immature, and very antisocial my whole life. I realized it had gained me nothing except a sour reputation and a lack of ability to enjoy 'real' life. I decided to reverse course and become a citizen, accepting responsibility for myself. I'm willing to start in your company at a lower position, and prove myself worthy of future advancements." My turn to sit back and shut up. I realized that one can say too little or too much in this situation. Mr. Gordon looked at his hands for a bit, then raised his head. "Bill, I hear everything you stated, and some things between the lines. I must admit, usually our company is not interested in hiring a young man with so many strikes against him." My heart sank, another wasted interview! "However," he said, "I must admit I want to see you succeed with us. The reason is my own son. I would have denied it at the time, but he was our favorite child. His younger sister just never had the same class in our minds. He was a good athlete, made excellent grades, got a lot of breaks. When he went off to college, the wife and I thought our dream of a successful child was just around the corner. Our daughter, a year younger, graduated high school with honors, earned a full-ride scholarship, and left for another school. In our son's junior year, his phone calls became less frequent, and he returned home less often. We were quite concerned, and called the school therapy department. They tried to contact him, but he shut them out. Now we were frightened. As we wondered how to handle this, we received a call that he was found dead in his dorm. Evidence pointed to an intentional drug overdose. We were certain this was an error." "Unfortunately, they were right, we wrong. He had been taking steadily heavier doses of several potent painkillers. We were demolished. Our world had ended. Through all this, we'd not contacted his sister. Later, we realized we hadn't spoken to her since she went to college. A friend called her and broke the news, and gave her the timing of services. Needless to say, we barely functioned during this time. Friends handled many of the details. After the burial, we went into seclusion, so sad we could barely function. All this time, we did not have one conversation with our daughter. We realized days later she had been there, but we had not spoken. About a month later, we contacted her, but she did not return our calls. Now we realized we had a double tragedy; our son dead, our daughter estranged." "We were able to finally contact her. She agreed to visit over spring break. Her fiance was with her; we had no idea she was serious about any one. We sat to talk, expecting to hear her apologize for ignoring us. What a surprise for us! She asked if we had any idea why her brother had taken his life. We replied we had no idea. She then gave us a synopsis, based on her view of things." "Dad, Mom," she began, "It is mostly due to his upbringing." We both cried our denial. "Don't interrupt any more!" she glared at us. "You probably don't remember his school years as I do. He was pampered, worshiped, placed on a pedestal by you, by his peers, the media. He had ever-higher standards to meet. Everything went his way; he worked, but not as hard as I and many others did. By the time college rolled around he had little sense of how to struggle for things. He had had few disappointments in his life. All this left him totally unprepared to be away from his parents, among strangers, and no longer buoyed by adulation. When his grades began falling, he didn't know how to respond, how to solve his dilemma. He finally arrived at the point where death was the only out." We were in shock. We had no idea of the reality of his early life. My wife asked, "How do you know all this?" "Because he wrote me a letter two weeks before he died. He did not appear frantic, just mentioned that things were getting tough. I don't think he knew how to express his deep depression. That's the only time ever that he communicated with me. I grew up feeling as if I had no parents, no brother. Only Aunt Barbara and Uncle Jack ever treated me as a real person! What I have achieved so far has been through my efforts, save for a couple of teachers who spurred me on." My wife and I were shocked to distraction. We could not imagine her attitude. My wife fired back that she was ungrateful, had imagined things. Our daughter looked very resigned, very sad. Shortly after, they left to return to their home." My wife and I were in shock for several days, thinking of our daughter as a bitter woman, jealous of her brother's life. We felt so burdened that we contacted a few friends of both our son and daughter. The picture they painted upheld our daughter's version of their early life. We suddenly realized that we'd ignored her the whole time. We also discovered that in spite of our best efforts to connect with her, she had no interest in that. So, you see, we have lost both our children!" After a bit of thought, I asked how this applied to my situation. "Simple!" he replied, "I feel a great responsibility to atone for my mistakes. I would like you to accept a position with us. I feel you have straightened your life, and will be an asset! I won't be spoon-feeding you; I've learned my lesson on that, but you can always come to me for suggestions." Well, I did accept, and it turned out to be a good match. I did excel, and became a model salesman for the Eastern District. I had a great condo, a neat car, and enough free time to enjoy life, One of my fave co-workers was a black guy, Anthony Thompson, about my age. We hit it off right away. We had similar interests in sports, world events and entertainment. Our friendship was the target of a few racists in our department, but we ignored them. One Wednesday, he approached me and invited me to a picnic his family was holding at their house. I accepted, and asked what I could bring. He answered just my lovely self and an iron jock strap. My eyes widened; I asked why. "My little sister, Rose Marie, is gonna be there, and ain't no way I'll let you near her! She is ugly, mean and a lesbian, so no ideas!" I was laughing as he walked away. Saturday, I drove up and went to the door carrying a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of Jack. I'd heard his father liked that. Anthony answered the door and invited me in. I stuck my head inside and cryptically asked if she was there yet. He furrowed his brow, asking me what I meant. I leered at him and stated I was looking for my first mean, ugly lesbian. His shout brought his mother running. He glared at me, then introduced us. He didn't mention the subject to her. His mother graciously accepted both gifts, and Anthony escorted me to the back yard. It was a spacious area, over an acre, with very attractive landscaping. Anthony handed me a diet soda, knowing I no longer drank alcohol, a promise to my new life. The crowd, about fifty people, was a nice mix; all ages, black and white as well as a few Asians. Everyone was dressed in what I call 'fashionably casual' attire. Many conversations were underway. Anthony introduced me to many folks, and sometimes described me as 'the outstanding salesman' in our company. He was not far off; the previous year, I had been awarded 'Best New Sales Person'. I had been there about 30 minutes when I heard some people exclaim about a new arrival. Looking at the sliding door as I sipped soda, I was swept off my feet by the appearance of the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen. Soda leaked onto my jacket as my eyes bulged. Several people approached and welcomed her. I distinctly heard the name 'Rose Marie'. As I ogled her, I thought 'not bad for an ugly, mean lesbian'! She was busy talking to people for about 20 minutes. Then, Anthony whispered in her ear and pointed in my direction. They walked my way. "Bill Evans, please welcome my sister Rose Marie!" I was floored, and might have stared with my lower jaw hanging open. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Evans. Anthony has told me so much about you!" "Also pleased, Miss Thompson! I'm having trouble aligning your appearance with the description I got from your brother!" She looked at him questioningly, not noticing the small kick he delivered to my shin. He offered to lead her away, but she held her ground. "Mr. Armstrong, may I address you as Bill?" "Only if Rose Marie is good for you!" "Oh, you may call me 'Rose', most everyone does!" "With your approval, I'll stay with the formal name; Rose Marie sounds so appropriate for you!" She smiled as her brother, standing slightly behind her, grimaced and ran his forefinger horizontally across his neck. I ignored him. She turned to him. "Dear Brother, you can go find other things to do. I wanna speak with Mr. Evans for a while!" He grimaced at me, then turned and walked away. A while turned out to be the remainder of the party. We walked around conversing, she holding my arm. We spoke to several people, or groups thereof, ate a very nice meal, and watched some of the younger, more adventurous people play soccer on the expansive lawn. We sat on a bench overlooking the gardens, isolated from the others, and talked for almost two hours. Finally realizing it was well past sundown, we strolled back to the patio, where everyone else had gathered. Rose Marie picked up some more food for us, and led me to a bench along one open side. I noticed we were the object of many stares and 'looks', and wondered what was up. Finally, after most of the guests had drifted off home, Anthony approached us. Rose Marie was looking at me, so did not see him grab his own throat with both hands and carry out a choking scene. I smiled and nodded to him. He stood near Rose Marie, his hand on her shoulder. He looked down into her face. "My Dear Sister, is this boor keeping you from really enjoying your evening?" She smiled up to him, then turned to me. "My Dear Brother, you should've told me you had such an enjoyable friend to entertain me here!" "Dear Sister, I could tell you tales of this brigand!" I looked into her eyes. "Probably about like the one I heard!" I grinned at him. She looked at him questioningly. "Uh, never mind!" he backed off. "May I drive you home?" he asked her. She looked at me. "Only if Bill can't!" Anthony glared again, but knew better than complain. I might relate his earlier description of his sister! Anthony reluctantly walked us to my car, kissed his sister, and reminded me that jealous brothers can be very destructive. Rose Marie giggled, then leaned toward me as I started the engine. I drove slowly as her head rested on my shoulder. We did not speak much; that had been done earlier. As we pulled up to her house, she invited me in. We held hands to the door. She unlocked and opened it, then entered ahead of me. She invited me to sit, then came in with two tall glasses of iced tea. She sat next to me, our thighs and shoulders touching. She leaned back and observed me. "I wasn't kidding about enjoying your company, Bill. You were the bright spot in an otherwise dreary evening. I thoroughly enjoyed being with you, talking about so many things. I've never met a man like you!" She had leaned toward me a bit. I leaned toward her, too, and watched her lovely lips as mine connected with them. Her hand went behind my neck, pulling me smoothly against her. My god! Her lips were even more delicious than they were beautiful. The kiss lasted a good long time. When we broke, we were both panting, but neither moved away. "God!" she exclaimed. "I thought I'd been kissed, but that was a real zinger! Wait, maybe it was a flook. Let's give it another try!" She slid closer to me so her breasts were pressed to my chest. As we again joined lips, she placed a hand on my thigh and squeezed. Was I ever aroused! Now she moved her lips on mine, and I did the same. I thought that was the greatest, then her tongue probed at my lips, painting them with sweet saliva, and attempting to penetrate. I surrendered! My lips opened, and her tongue pierced my mouth, searching for mine. We spent a long time frenching each other, her hand continuing to squeeze my thigh, my hand on her shoulder. Finally we parted and sat back. "Jesus Christ, man! That first one was no mistake! How the hell did you ever perfect that kissing technique?" I smiled at her without answering. We cuddled close and sighed to each other. She looked at me. "My roomie is out for the weekend! It's very late outside, so dark and dreary. Would you like to stay the night?" I hugged her tightly. "I take it you have sleeping arrangements in mind?" "Well, Mr. Evans, my roomie would never agree to you sleeping in her bed, and since we have no guest facilities, I guess you're stuck with sleeping with the hostess!" I leaned back and put my hand on my forehead. "Damn, this was supposed to be my week for boys! But I guess I shouldn't besmirch the kind lady. Of course I'll sleep with you! And also, of course, your brother will draw and quarter me on Monday!" "But why does he have to know?" "Because he knows me too well! I'll have that silly grin on my face, as well as a fresh-fucked look, and he'll know right away!" She held her arms to her chest. "Oh, so your idea is some outlandish sex when we hardly know each other?" "Well, he has told me a lot about his little sister!" She pursed her lips. "Yeah, he's told me a lot about you, too!" "And in spite of that you still want to sleep with me?" "No, because of that, as well as our evening, I want to. I am very impressed with you!" "And I with you, Rose Marie!" "C'mon!" she said, gripping my arm. She led me to a large bedroom, tastefully decorated. She closed and locked the door. "Just in case Roomie decides to come back early! Now, may I disrobe you kind Sir?" I stood with my arms straight out to the side. She smiled and unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off, then my undershirt. She then undid my belt and trouser clasp and lowered the zipper. As she lowered the pants, she was face to cock with my, well, cock! A quick kiss to the head over my shorts, then she lowered them, too. Now she stood back and observed me. I was unperturbed. "Wow, Mister, I thought I was aroused! Look at that cock!" Now, I'm slightly over average, about seven inches, so I thought she was kidding. I told her so. "Nope, it's just right! I am not a fan of eight and nine inchers!" She raised her arms and said, "My turn!" I unbuttoned her white blouse and removed it. Next, I unfastened her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her breasts were as dark as her skin elsewhere, and were on the smallish side. I was admiring them. "Guess my tits are not in a league with your cock, huh?" "They are superb, really hot! I wouldn't have it any other way! I am not a fan of saggy melons that might smother me when you get on top, and I DO want you on top sometimes!" She kissed me, then I unzipped and lowered her skirt. Her panties were an abbreviated thong, curving down almost all the way to her slit. I moaned my approval, then knelt and lowered them. While I was there, I leaned in and kissed her beautiful pussy. She jerked and moaned. I then stood and embraced her tightly, kissing her deeply and my hands squeezed her perfect ass cheeks. My very erect cock was pressed between our bellies. Finally, I picked her up and lay her on the king bed. I slipped in beside her. We again embraced, and she sighed. "Oh shit! You feel so good to squeeze! I could get very used to this!" I leaned back and observed her. She was quite dark, almost black, and had a skin quality that only enhanced her image. I could just imagine how we would appear with my white body on her dark one, her equally black legs wrapped around me as we made love. Her facial features were not totally African-American, leaning more to caucasian "Like what you see, Mister?" she asked. I murmured my 'Yes', then nuzzled into her neck. I slid my leg between hers, rubbing it against her very moist cunt. She exclaimed an 'Oh!' and squeezed me tightly. I kissed her lovely lips, then ran my tongue over them. I kissed her neck with a somewhat open mouth, and licked that area. I bent and took her extended nipple into my lips, and licked and sucked it for a bit. The other one got the same treatment. I kissed and licked under her breasts, then down to her navel, where I again lingered with my tongue tip roaming into her 'innie'. I ran the same tip down her lower belly; she giggled and tightened her belly. I moved lower, and could detect her sexual aroma. God, did she smell great! I kissed her mound, right where her slit began, then ran my tongue along both sides of her vulva, where her legs started. Finally satisfied with fore play, I ran my tongue up the length of her slit. She gasped and gripped my head in both hands. I burrowed into her pussy and licked deeply. She jerked in response. I heard, "Ohmigod.....!", but the rest of her exclamation was blocked by her legs wrapping around my head. I raised my head and found her clit; it was sizable. I licked it a few times as she squirmed on the bed. Then it was down to her hole, where I forced my tongue in as deeply as I could. I tongue fucked her beautiful passage for a bit, then returned to her nub. I sucked it into my mouth, lightly stroking it with the tip of my tongue. By this time, Rose Marie was gasping for air and roughly forcing my face into her swampy cunt. Suddenly, she began gulping for air, her body stiffened, then she screamed her orgasm. "Ohhhh fuuuuuck! Oh shit! Auuuugh!" She collapsed into a sobbing heap, every muscle spasming. I hugged her ass cheeks and pressed my face into her. She was still for a while, then I moved up to her face. She appeared to be coming from a dream. "You bastard!" she groaned. My Ebony Rose "Who, me?" I responded. "Yes you...you...you wonderful lover!" Her arms and legs wrapped around me, and she kissed me firmly. We looked into each other's eyes. "Do you realize what you've done to my family?" "No." "You, Sir, have completely upset their dream that I marry a wealthy black doctor or lawyer, and raise a brood of black kids!" I leaned back and looked at her. "And, just how have I accomplished that?" "By being just the man I want! I've been on cloud nine since we met. I was very interested in you just from Anthony's description. He pulls no punches. Something has to be very right to gain his confidence, and you did that. So I came to the party fully expecting someone right out of the books!" "And was that expectation met?" "Oh my yes, in spades! The time we have spent together so far has been the highlight of my life. I'm hoping we can do more of this!" I smiled. "If I have my way, we'll do just that!" She snuggled into my arms and we kissed. We lay there chatting for a while, quietly relaxed. Suddenly, I became aware of her silky skin rubbing mine, and my cock began rising. I kissed her cheek, and ran my fingers over her pussy. She ran her fingertips over my throbbing cock, barely touching the surface. As we played, we continued to kiss softly, murmuring words of love to each other. She pulled my cock toward her, and informed me it was time to consummate our relationship. I moved over her, supported by my knees and elbows. She gripped my cock, and moved it to her sweet canal. She rubbed it up and down her slit. "Now, Lover, I'll aim it, you just move it to where we both want it!" Looking into her face, I began to move the tip into her wet, snug tunnel. Her eyes opened wider and she gasped. I continued to move slowly into her depths, and soon I was bottomed out, my scrotum against her ass. She sighed and leaned her head back. I kissed her neck, then slowly began withdrawing. I returned to the welcoming depths as she pushed her pussy against me. I picked up speed just a bit, both of us tightly embracing the other. I felt as though I would blast off right away, but managed to squeeze it off. Her hands moved to my ass cheeks, and she gripped me very tightly. I was kissing her hungrily as our bodies moved in unison. Her breathing was becoming erratic, her eyes rolling back. Her body was beading sweat, mingling with mine. Suddenly, her upper body raised from the mattress, and she groaned. "So good, god, so wonderful" she sighed. Suddenly, her body became rigid, her arms and legs squeezing me tightly. She shuddered and groaned again. She inhaled a deep breath of air, then screamed. "Oh fucking shit...pound me Bill! God, I'm...cumming! Augh...augh. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" She was struggling to move into some position, but we were clasping each other so tightly she could barely move. I then realized my own climax was upon me. I raised myself a bit and shouted. "Augh shit!...Fuck!" I collapsed onto her petite body, barely able to suck in the air I so desperately needed. We lay there for several minutes, our wet bodies mashed together. Finally, I rolled off onto my back and lay there gulping air. After a bit, her hand moved slowly across my belly and touched my wilted cock. She rolled onto her side facing me. "Oh wow!" she exclaimed, "I thought I had been fucked, but you, Mr. Evans, took me to places I've never been!" I smiled at her and kissed her fore head. We kissed, then rose to shower. We settled into bed and quickly found sleep. But not all night. About 3am, I felt soft fingers tracing down my chest, my belly, and along my cock. I smiled; she noted this and apologized. "Sorry to wake you, Lover, but my pussy's itching again. Have anything to scratch it?" I chuckled, then rose to my knees. "Okay, Woman, if you want that, you better assume the knees-and-elbows position!" She did so, grinning broadly. I moved behind her, my hard cock finding its way to her wet slit. She reached under her to guide it to the intended target, then sighed as I pushed it home. As before, I sank in all the way, but quickly reached a hard fucking pace. I grasped her hips and began pounding into her sweet pussy. She was pushing back into me at the same speed. "Ahh shit!" she shouted. "So good, so fucking good!" I gave no respite, continuing to batter her pussy and ass cheeks with my body. Sweat was running off me, dripping onto her back. I reached under and grasped her tits, squeezing them tightly, forcing my chest into her back. I felt my cum rising; our frenetic pace was bringing it on sooner that usual. I raised and placed a finger onto her cunt lip, picking up lube. I touched her little ass hole, then pushed in. She screamed, went rigid, then came in a rush. "Jesus Christ...it's gonna be a big one! Oh god...I can't stand it!" Her cunt walls gripped my cock in a death squeeze; I almost stopped fucking her. She was shaking like a leaf in the wind. Now I felt my peak rising; I slammed into her depths and groaned as my prostate shot glob after glob of love seed into her womb. I collapsed onto her back, both of us shaking and groaning. I fell to one side, too drained to even speak. After several minutes, she turned to me slowly. "Damn! Guess I'm gonna wait a while before I awaken you again! I can't take that kinda fucking very often!" We chuckled together, then finally drifted back to sleep. I woke to soft hair tickling my face. She had moved onto my shoulder, and was lightly snoring. I didn't want to wake her, so I slipped from under her head and rose from the bed. "Where you going?" she asked. "Bathroom!" I replied. "Gotta pee, wash, shampoo, and so forth." "I'll join in!" she groaned as she rose. We straggled into the hall, and almost ran into her roommate. Rose Marie introduced me to Angela, knowing she certainly could realize what happened, especially noting the odors emanating from the bedroom. She was much lighter skinned than my love. Angela smiled the whole time we chatted, not commenting on our nudity. We told her we were on a mission to clean up. She looked at Rose Marie. "Well, Girl, I guess when you go white, it must be right!" She cackled all the way to the kitchen as my new lover guided me into the bathroom. We showered with much fondling and kissing. I shampooed her hair, and we carefully washed each other's privates. We dried each other, then wrapped in white towels and went to the kitchen. Angela looked at us. "Cleaner, are we? Bet you smell better, too!" "This woman always smells wonderful!" I answered. "Thank you, my Darling!" as she kissed my cheek. Angela looked at her. "Where you been keeping this one?" she asked. "Just met him about 4pm yesterday!" "What? A few hours and you slept with him? We MUST talk, Sweetheart!" "Well, you see, I knew right away he was The One, so why not? Can't let him roam the streets with all the loose women!" "You cannot be serious! Does that mean you might marry him?" "Well, he hasn't asked yet, but I have big hopes of marriage and a family!" FAMILY? You mean as in KIDS?" Angela appeared quite shaken. "What's wrong with you, Girl? You know your family won't sit still while you marry a...a...a Whitey!" "Angela, just leave that to me. I know my family; I doubt there'll be much complaint!" By this time, Rose Marie had finished our breakfast of sausage, eggs, toast and coffee. We sat to eat as Angela poured a cup of coffee, staring worriedly at her roomie. We three sat in silence as we ate, sipped coffee, pondered things in our minds. Angela was definitely not happy. After we finished, I gathered dishes and put them into the dishwasher. Rose Marie smiled and thanked me. Angela just glared at me. After we dressed, Rose Marie asked if I had to go. "Not if you don't mind. There is a big art display at the river front park. What say we stroll through, then sit down for lunch?" Big smile, her black face showing off her wonderfully white teeth. She dressed in a filmy blouse, making her bra visible depending on the light, and a short, form-fitting skirt. Her ass looked absolutely stunning! Of course, she looked that way all over. She had put on matching heels with double straps. I was blown away! I had never been with such a glamorous woman! We spent over four hours at the show. I had never enjoyed a companion so much. I told her so. She stood on tiptoe and kissed my mouth. "Thanks, Bill. You've made me feel so good about myself. I had a difficult time with my last boy friend, and wasn't feeling right about myself when we met. You've certainly changed that!" "Glad to have helped. You don't deserve to be sad. And while we're on that subject, you have definitely perked up my self-worth!" She grabbed my arm and pressed herself to me as we walked. "What about lunch?" she inquired. "How about Bishops Seafood? It's only two blocks. Heard of it?" "Sure have, but isn't it quite expensive?" she frowned. "Some folks might think so, but let me tell you my policy. For many years, I had little, all due to my own ignorance and lack of focus. Now, I have a good paying job, few expenses. I'm salting away quite a bit, but still have some to spend as I see fit. I can guarantee you that I'll have enough assets to have a good, full life, if you decide we should be together!" She stared at my face. "Is this a marriage proposal?" "Consider it a preliminary. I feel we oughta become more familiar with each other. For now, though, that's my intention!" "Does that mean we are boyfriend and girlfriend?" I smiled. "That's great in my book!" "Mine too!" she agreed. We had a gorgeous time on a gorgeous day. We had a light supper, then I reluctantly left, after much kissing and hugging. I promised to call soon. All the way home I was riding on air. I had never been happier! Things were now starting to gel in my life. I thought of Rose Marie. She was gorgeous, smart, kind, and seemed to like me. I sure liked her! Did I want to marry her? I certainly seemed to be heading that way. Now all I had to do was face a distraught brother on Monday! At least, he wouldn't know of our activities. Was I wrong. As soon as I dropped my laptop into my chair, Anthony was at my desk, definitely not smiling. I was a bit concerned. "Okay, you son-of-a-bitch! What the hell did you do to my sister?" People around us were staring. I stood my ground. "And what is this about spending a night in her bed? You think I'm gonna stand for that? Our family plans for her to marry a wealthy, black professional. Now, you may have screwed that all to hell. As well as screwed my little sister! Your ass is grass, Whitey! You don't fuck with us blacks! My family will bid for the chance to put you outta your misery! Whatta ya say to that?" I stood looking at him, then turned and sat down. "Guess I have nothing to say! Angela must have called you! She was not happy with me Sunday morn. And I give a flying fuck about yours and your family's plans. Rose Marie is an adult woman who can make up her own mind, do what she thinks is best. Isn't that the American way?" I heard him huffing behind me. Suddenly, I heard him turn and stomp away. Oh well! I was getting into my job when my phone rang. It was Rose Marie. "Hi, boyfriend! How you be? Ready for another date? I wanna see the Symphony this Saturday. Wanna take me?" "Well, let's see. Fine, yes, and certainly! How about lunch Wednesday?" "I like all your answers, and of course, where?" "Know that deli at Madison and Delta?" "The one with the line around the corner most all the time?" "Zingo! Meet you there?" "You bet, Lover. And I can call you that legally now! Whew! What a night!" "Yes, wonderful the whole way! By the way, what was Angela bent out of shape about Sunday? She seemed a lot less than pleased to see me!" "Oh, she has this racist attitude that blacks oughta keep to their kind, and whites do the same! Archaic to say the least! The idea we might consider marriage about blew her away. I don't buy it one bit. Why?" "Well, Brother dear must feel the same. He ripped me this morning for besmirching your honor!" "What? How the hell did he find out?" "I bet Angela called him after we left. No sweat. I plan to spend a lot more time with you, with your agreement, of course." "Sure'nuf, Honey. Well, gotta run. Think of me, and see you Wednesday noon! ." I kissed back, then hung up. The day went well from there. By 5 o'clock, I had accomplished more that in most weeks. Maybe a girlfriend is just what I needed! I didn't see Bill all day, and was glad of it. I could not believe his change in demeanor. Were Rose Marie and I going to have trouble from her family? Tuesday was a repeat of Monday, only better. Two of my proposals were accepted, bringing in quite a bit of business. In addition, I received a call from my contact at Granger Industrial telling me they were accepting our proposal for computer equipment and service. A cool 10 mill in new business! Wednesday, after I had booted my computer, someone sat in my guest chair. I turned; it was Bill! "Can we talk, friend? Wanna coffee?" "Yes, and yes!" I rose, clapped him on the back, and we went to the lunchroom. After we got our coffees and sat, Bill looked into his cup a bit, then spoke. "First, I want to apologize for the way I treated you Monday!" I started to complain that he owed me nothing, but he interrupted. "I was way off base with you. My threats had no basis in fact; I was just very irate. Last night, I talked with Rose Marie at her place, since Angela was out. She sure straightened me out! I learned that my sister thinks the world of you, worships you, thinks you are God's present to her, and even talks of possible marriage! Damn, what the hell did you tell her, or do to her to capture her heart so completely?" "I told her my true feelings, and treated her as the wonderful woman she is. It seems strange that we hit it off so well. I'm kinda flabbergasted too! I never expected such a dream lady to fall for a guy like me!" "Well, it worked! Looks as though we might be bros! How does that grab you?" "Sounds great, long as you don't decide to help her by getting me!" He laughed. "Okay, I'll try to be neutral, but don't expect miracles!" "By the way, if things go as I expect, how should I approach your parents to ask for her hand? And are there any other family members that should be consulted?" Nah. The folks are it. If you do get serious, let me go with you." "Sounds good!" "By the way, I heard about the accounts you lined up yesterday! What a day! I bet there is a promotion in the works!" We laughed, then returned to work. Lunch was all I expected, and more. I am continually amazed at Rose Marie's appearance, personality, charm, and ability to relax everyone. I had missed her, and the lunch was a nice break. I walked her to her car, and kissed her lovingly before we parted. She smiled, and said that Angela was to be gone Saturday and Sunday, so her bed was open to me! Wow! Heaven on earth! We talked on the phone several times before Saturday. Saturday evening I picked her up for dinner at a classy downtown restaurant. She was impressed, and told me I sure knew how to treat a woman. I answered that she deserved all I could provide, and maybe more. She smiled, kissed my cheek, and stated that what I did was more than enough. I didn't have to strain to impress her; I had done that at the picnic! The symphony was great; Tchaikovsky's First Piano Concerto in B Flat Minor, and Swan Lake. We had dessert at a little place on Richmond, near the Market, then strolled the Market, along the river. Quite an evening! When we reached her place, I carried her over the thresh hold. "Little early, aren't we?" "Just practicing, gotta do it right the first time!" "Oh, just as last Saturday was practice for a honeymoon?" "Well, that is very involved! It may require a whole lot of practicing!" "Oh Goody, Darling! I wanna be in on that!" "Only you, my love; only you!" We had coffee and chatted a while. Finally, about 1am, we moseyed upstairs for 'sleeping'! We undressed each other, with a lot of kissing and fondling. I picked her up and deposited her gently on the bed. I slipped in beside her, and kissed her wonderful lips. We proceeded to pleasure each other with fingers, tongues and lips. Finally, after laving her sweet breasts, I began a wet trail down to her crotch. I smelled her delicate aroma, then kissed and licked all around her sweetness. I was just preparing to lick her clit when the bedside phone rang shrilly. Rose Marie struggled to pick it up, but dropped the handset. She struggled for a bit, finally grasping it. "Hello?" Her voice was distorted by her arousal. A gruff male voice demanded to speak to Mr. Evans about an urgent matter. Wide-eyed, she handed me the phone. "Yes?" I could hear unchecked laughing on the other end. Finally a familiar voice came on, still chuckling. "Billy, my boy! How's it going? You got it in her yet? She getting all wet and anxious? Gonna make little sepia babies tonight?" More laughing. "Anthony, I'm gonna kill you! For your information, you interrupted my dining at the 'Y'! Now I gotta get her all warmed up again, and it's getting late! Let's see what she has to say!" I held the phone near her mouth. "Goddamn you, Bill, get that tongue back in there and give me another fucking climax! Tell my fucking bro to bug off and let his dainty li'l Sis get her pussy pleased!" I put the phone back to my ear, and heard only cackling. I handed it to Rose Marie, and she placed it on the table, then depressed the cradle to break the connection. "There, that oughta take care of that! Do you think he had been drinking?" "Oh, definitely! Probably had to dim his brain 'cause he knew his sister was getting her furrow plowed!" She grinned, then pointed to her pussy, indicating a desire that I continue my dining. I did, until she crashed in a humongous climax. As she relaxed, and I kissed her swollen pussy lips, I thought of how she tasted differently than white girls. Not better or worse, but different. I just loved to eat her. Oral sex on women was my second fave bedtime activity. I slumped next to her in exhaustion. "Want me to do you?" she asked. "Rain check? It's been a hell of a week, and I cannot go further. Continue in the am?" "Sure, Love!" She burrowed into my neck and soon we both were in dreamland. I awoke about 9am, and had to empty an over-stretched bladder. I also had the woodie that accompanies these. When I returned to bed, I found I had removed the covers from her. I stood and observed her sleeping. She was on her back, arms out, legs slightly spread. I admired her pussy and the soft curly hairs surrounding it. Her dark skin was almost overpowering in its affect on me. Her gorgeous face was so peaceful! I surely realized I loved this lady as I'd loved no other. I wanted to marry her and spend my life with her. I realized my body was demanding coffee, so I padded down, still nude, and brewed a pot. I was sitting sipping a cup when I heard a soft voice behind me. "Weren't you gonna wake me? I like coffee too, you know!" I rose and pulled her into my arms, kissing her soft lips. I pulled a chair next to mine and set her down. I poured her a cup, and returned to my chair. I leaned toward her and made a request. "Would my little girl like a sausage breakfast with cream?" "Oh yes, Daddy. Does the cream cum at the end?" "Why, yes it does! What a brilliant little girl!" We both chuckled. I reached to her crotch and ran my finger along her outer lips. "Oh shit, Baby, that will get me going! I know I got off last night, but my pussy is so hot for white-cock fucking!" My Ebony Rose I had her bend over and lean on the table. I stood behind and admired her dark, rounded ass cheeks. I bent and licked each one, then kissed them. "Kinda oral, are we?" "Always! My Love can expect extensive kissing, licking and sucking all over her body!" She lay her head on her hands and 'Mmmm'd' softly. I stood and raised her ass just a bit. I grasped my cock and fed it into her wet cunt. She groaned again. I pushed deeper. She gasped and raised a bit from the table. "Fuck my little pussy, Daddy! Make your little girl cum all over your cock! I did, three times! After we had several discussions, Rose Marie escorted me to her parents' house. She had invited Anthony. We had a nice dinner, then sat in the den. I told them I wished to marry their daughter and make her as happy as I was. There was a bit of hostility in their eyes! They asked the three of us to leave the room for a while, so Rose Marie, Anthony and I went to the kitchen to talk. Anthony spoke. "I kinda expected them to be all for it! They seemed to like you, Bill! Maybe someone else is pressuring them." Rose Marie looked mystified. "What do you mean, Anthony? Who has been pressuring them?" "Not sure, but I suspect that new 'minister' at the Baptist church! I've heard he is getting folks riled up since that Kester episode!" "What's that?" I asked. "Leon Kester was a mill hand living on Oak Street. He married a white lady last year. A few weeks ago, Leon was found so badly beaten he'll never work again! It was hushed up, and the media covered it up by saying it was an attempted robbery!" I glanced at Rose Marie; her face was grave. She looked at me and almost sobbed. Then, Her dad called us back into the room. He proceeded to inform me I was upsetting their plans for her to marry a wealthy black man. How would I make up for that? Before I could answer, Rose Marie spoke up. "Bill's nothing to make up! He's been the best man I have ever met. Even if he hadn't swept me off my feet, I am sure I would have fallen in love with him! I'm marrying him regardless of your permission!" Anthony wanted to talk with his parents, so Rose led me to the car and we left. "Bill, I'm so sorry! I thought my parents were going to say 'Yes!'. Their reluctance shamed and embarrassed me. I meant what I said about marrying you! I want to be with you the rest of my life, and NO ONE is gonna stymy that!" I kissed her. The next Tuesday, I walked to a deli and had a sandwich as I read the paper. As I returned to work, a large black fellow walked past in my direction. He suddenly grabbed me and shoved me into an alley. A second guy was there. One of them grabbed my arms and bent them behind me. I was in pain and pissed! The other guy looked me over. He spoke to his companion. "Ain't such a hotshot, is he? Can't see what our women see in a whitey, especially a sissy like this one! Think we oughta do him here?" His companion responded, "Kinda public here; let's take him down to the deserted mill. Kinda quiet and private!" His buddy walked away to get their car. The guy holding me released my arms and slapped the sides of my head. Big mistake! My years on the street had prepped me for this. I kicked back and caught him on the shin, hard. He grabbed his leg and swore. I spun and smashed my heel into the side of his knee. He went down like a rock, whimpering. I sent my shoe toe into his side, just below the ribcage, and he sank to the alley, blood starting to trickle from his mouth. I finished with a resounding kick to his jewels. He's not gonna feel well for a while! I straightened myself and went on to work. I had no other problems that after noon, and got a lot of work done. I was ahead in sales in my area, and felt good about it. I went home after grocery shopping, fixed a simple meal, and relaxed to watch the news. About 7:30, my phone rang. It was Anthony. "Hey man, you okay?" "Sure 'nuf! Why wouldn't I be?" "Well, I heard a rumor that two guys from the Excalibre gang were after you! Bill, you best lay low for a while! These guys are noted for being very hostile to whites who are dating blacks!" "Maybe that's who I met in a downtown alley at noon! They didn't introduce themselves, so I can't say they were members. Anyway, one stepped out to get their car for a social visit, and I kinda kicked the other one around a bit!" "Holy shit! Was he a stocky guy, big scar on the left side of his face?" "Yep, sounds like him!" "You might be interested to know he is in the hospital undergoing emergency surgery! He is banged up a whole lot! The police said it looked like a gang had beat him!" "But, Bill, I ain't a gang!" I laughed loudly. "Okay, just watch out for a while!" "Sure 'nuf!" I went back to relaxing. About 15 minutes later, the phone again rang. "BILL! Are you okay? Do you need me? Should I call 911, or someone?" I chuckled. "Yes, yes, no thanks!" She breathed a sigh of relief. "Damn, Anthony called me earlier and told me what he had heard! Have you spoken?" "Yes, Sweetheart! He called just a bit ago!" "Was it true, what he heard?" "Guess so! But I am fine!" "God! They said that guy in the hospital was pretty badly hurt! Did you do that?" "Yep, but don't worry your little head, My Darling! I'm fine, and so anxious to see you!" "Oh good! So am I! Are you scared they may try again? I don't want you getting hurt, or worse! Maybe we should cool it a while, you know, till things cool off?" "I've no fear, and we are not gonna 'cool it'. I have a gun and permit. I can take it if I feel the need!" "Oh shit! Now you might get shot!" "No problem, Honey. We'll be okay!" "Well, if you're sure. Take care; see you Friday!" "You bet! Take care! " She returned the kiss, and rang off. Friday, I picked her up for a nice supper (lighter than dinner!) at a seafood place. Only fresh fish, caught that morning. It was super! The white wine recommended by the waiter set it off perfectly. We were quite enjoying ourselves. We managed a lot of touching, small kisses, whispered promises. Several people were looking our way; I couldn't decide if they were jealous of our romance, or angry at our race mismatch. Well, we weren't going to let that faze us. We decided to catch a concert at the riverside park, a concrete and grass area right on the river. We parked, walked down, and had to sit a ways back because of the crowd. The music was great; some jazz, some vocals, a little of everything else. We walked to a refreshment stand after for some popcorn and sodas. As we were moving to a table to sit, I saw movement to my left. I recognized the other guy who had accosted me in the alley. He was crouched low, running, and carrying a gun in his left hand. I saw he was staring at, and heading for, Rose Marie, who was about 10 feet from me. I dropped my food and drew my Glock. Thank god I brought it! I aimed at his chest and fired. He went down and dropped his weapon, but came right back up! The son-of-a-bitch had body armor! He was now barely 15 feet from my love. I aimed carefully for his head and coolly squeezed off a round. I watched as a pink fog, maybe 5 feet in diameter formed around his head, then he dropped like a sack. I heard shouting, and saw two uniformed policemen running toward our area. I grabbed Rose Marie and ducked behind the stand, and ran with the stand between us and the cops. We made it back to the car undetected, and jumped in. I drove away slowly and headed for my place. We entered my condo, and I poured a screwdriver for each of us. She was still quite shaken. I held her as we sipped. After she settled a bit, she nervously spoke. "God! What is going on? First the alley, now the park. Am I the cause of all this?" "NO, my love, I think we're both the cause. Apparently there are some people around who don't care to see races mix! But as I said before, I'll not be deterred! You are way too valuable for me to give up now!" The phone rang; it was Anthony, again. "Bill, another incident! You okay? Was my sister with you? She okay?" "Yes to all three. We're fine, not a scratch, but that other dude who grabbed me in the alley is a bit under the weather!" "Damn! You shot him! Destroyed his head! Ruined his whole day!" "Now I am concerned! This one seemed to be after Rose Marie! I'm very worried she is in danger!" "Not to worry! The word on the street is the gang is unhappy about losing two good men; they are pulling out of this area! You should be okay now!" "Hope you're right! Rose Marie is staying here tonight; you know, for her protection!" "Yeah right! Have fun; catch ya at work!" I sat Rose Marie on the couch and discussed what had happened. I relayed Anthony's last message, and she seemed satisfied. That night, the loving was a bit subdued, but still spectacular. After that, things seemed to settle; no more attacks, no more rumors. Bill had resigned himself to the fact that we were destined to be bros. Work was getting more complicated as the new contracts we had demanded more effort. Then, as if to make up for the earlier near-disasters, two events came to life. One, my efforts did pay off. On the last work day of the month, the employees were called to a meeting at the local Hilton Inn. Some corporate brass were expected, and the rumor mill exploded. Anthony was unable to accompany me there, which I found weird, so I went alone. When I entered the Carribean Room, the place was packed! I started to sit at an outer table when Anthony rushed up. "This way!" "What's up?" I asked. He put his finger to his lips. Essentially, 'shut up!' He escorted me to a table near the head table. Rose Marie was there! "Why are you here, Darling?" "I don't know; I got a call telling me when and where, and here I am! Even Anthony wouldn't say anything." I sat, and ordered drinks for the three of us. I surveyed the head table, and received a shock. "Anthony! That fellow in the Italian suit?" "Yeah?" "He's Chairman of the Board! Next to him is the Prez and CEO! Damn! I wonder what going down?" "No idea." Dinner interrupted our discussion, and we enjoyed a great meal. A harpist from the local symphony orchestra played background music, and we enjoyed a relaxed atmosphere. Just then, things were called to order. There were several speeches by local management, then the big wigs spoke. Nothing revolutionary was mentioned, and I was wondering what the hell was going on. There was a lull, then our local vice president stood to speak. He noted that normally, company events were handled by the local management but in this case company bosses were going to speak. The President stood, and a hush enclosed the crowd. He began by saying that the company had enjoyed the best year ever. Sales were up almost 38%, and profits almost 50%! Of course, many people had contributed, but they wanted to reward an individual who contributed by far the most. I had no idea who might be honored; I knew only a few people outside sales, though I did work with quite a few people on various projects. I noticed many in the crowd gazing around looking for likely candidates. I was brought back to attention by a nudge from Anthony. The Human Resources Director stepped to the podium. He announced that Mr. William Conner Evans was to step to the podium. I sat there a moment, not registering my name being announced. Anthony turned to look at me; Rose Marie whispered they were calling me. ME? Why the hell did they want me up there? I was getting an icy stare from the Veep, so I rose and shakily walked to the podium. The Veep put his hand on my back, and led me up two steps to stand next to the Prez. He looked at me with a wide grin, and made his announcement. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we have before us a man who has been with us less than three years, and has made so many contributions to the Company, they are almost too numerous to name." He turned to me. "Mr. Evans, your efforts, combined with the organizational wonders you have performed have been responsible for over half our increased profit. For this, we are breaking with tradition. Usually we promote people one grade at a time. However, in this case, we are leapfrogging you to Vice President, Sales, responsible for every sales function in the Corporation! You will relocate to Phoenix, Arizona, and assume command of the new Central Sales Group, as well as the rest of our sales efforts! Congratulations, my man!" There was a moment of stunned silence, then the room erupted in cheers, whistles and shouts of congratulations. I was still a bit behind in things. I looked at Anthony, who was smiling as widely as I had ever seen. He was hugging the most gorgeous woman in the room, okay, the state, who was crying. I motioned to the two of them to come forward. I put my arm around my Sweetheart. "Ladies and gentlemen, I am still not sure just what transpired here, but it must be good! I have a most important question to ask, but first I must spread the congrats for these great sales figures. Many of us pulled on the reins to make this happen. It is not a one-man effort. It takes a dedicated team, and we have that to the roof!" More applause and whistles, then I turned to Rose Marie. The room was hushed. I gazed into her eyes and felt my love for her all over again. "Rose Marie, My Darling, would you please consent to be my wife, forever and ever?" She was in shock for a bit, then began to sob. Not being able to speak, she nodded her head 'Yes!' I brought a small black box from my pocket, opened it, and retrieved a diamond ring, which I slid onto her ring finger, left hand. She could barely see through her tears, but she found my neck, which she enclosed in her arms, and gave me a real smacker of a kiss. The applause was deafening. Anthony shook my hand, then I was beset by a bevy of well-wishers. It took 15 minutes or more to get through that, and even more for those who just had to chat. Finally, Anthony grabbed my arm and led me and Rose Marie through the crowd, out the door, and into my car. Anthony drove us to the Company offices, where we enjoyed a small gathering of Corporate and Division officers. Ken Gordon had flown in from his new assignment to add his congrats. It lasted about 45 minutes, then we were free to go. When we drove away, Rose Marie and I in the back seat, Anthony drove us to his parents' house. On the way, I asked Rose Marie about our just-announced move to Phoenix. Was she okay with that? If not, we would make other plans. She HAD to be agreeable with our situation to make it happen. She lay her head on my shoulder and asked, "Are you going to be there?" "Of course, Darling! That's why you are going!" "Then everything is perfect. Wherever you are is where I'll be. Hot, cold, wet, dry, doesn't matter. Only you matter!" We kissed leisurely. Suddenly, I remembered where we were going. "Uh oh!" I said. "More fireworks?" Anthony turned. "I don't think so!" We went around to the garden where I first met Rose Marie. Her parents were there, along with a number of distinguished-looking folks. Anthony led us to his father, who shook my hand as if we were long lost friends! "Mr. Evans, Bill, please accept our apologies for our earlier treatment of you. I can tell you now, we had been threatened by officers of the Excalibre gang, and were fearful for our lives. Now, thankfully, that's gone, in no small part to your efforts. Please allow me to welcome you to the family!" "Mr. Thompson, I'm grateful to join your family. Any one who can produce people like your offspring must be quite alright!" He embraced me, then his wife stepped forward and did likewise. Finally, Rose Marie stepped up and kissed me again; again, fireworks. Her mother had just noticed the ring on her finger. She took the hand and closely inspected the stone, joined by her husband. She looked at her daughter, hers eyes full of tears. "My Darling Daughter! I do believe you have attracted a better husband than we could have ever imagined. Your father and I wish you the best of life. We know you won't need luck; you two make your own. God bless!" Rose Marie embraced both her parents and shed tears with her mother. When we were inside, and the guests had departed, I gathered Rose Marie and her parents and asked them what the wedding details might be like. Rose Marie's mother started to speak, then Rose Marie raised a hand. "Mother, I know you would like for me to follow some of your ideas for my first, and only, wedding. However, I've thought long and hard about this over the years, and have decided exactly what I want." Her mother looked a bit forlorn. "But, Honey, the women of our family for generations have looked to their mothers for wedding guidance! Why should we be different?" "Because that's the way I want it! I realize I am your only daughter, but this is the only wedding I'll experience. I just have my own ideas. Please let me do this." "Of course, Daughter, whatever you want." As she turned away, it was obvious she was a bit startled. Later, Rose Marie had a long talk with both parents, and the outcome was just what my Darling wanted! I had a glimpse of the future. No shrinking violet my fiance! It turned out to be a relatively small affair. The parents had planned on 500 to 600 guests, but it was trimmed to about 60 by the bride-to-be. A lot of people were going to be disappointed! Rose Marie finally reached a compromise. Two weeks after the wedding, her mother would host a post-wedding gala at her house. This win-win solution was to be repeated many times in the future. My bride was going to have most of what she wanted, but no one was to be left dangling. The day arrived very rapidly. What had seemed to be a comfortable six weeks flew by. Suddenly, it was upon us. I had been quite busy at work, so Rose Marie enlisted Anthony to be her indentured 'gofer'. I kinda ribbed him about that. I had been instructed to wear a tuxedo of a certain cut and color. Actually, it was chosen for me; I had only to show up to be fitted. Rose Marie had selected just two maids, another slap to Mothers face, but that was that! It had been decided that both Mr. Thompson and Anthony would walk her down the aisle and give her away. It worked out that Anthony could accomplish that, then join me at the altar as my best man. The gods smiled! The weather was picture-perfect, the best weather we had had in a long time. The ceremony took place in the parents' back yard. When Rose Marie appeared on the arms of her brother and father, I nearly fell over! Her dress was a gorgeous affair of white satin, simple but very classic. She was so beautiful. I fell in love all over again. I won't go into details, you know, one wedding, you've seen 'em all. Everything went like clockwork, no one dropped a ring or bumbled their lines. The reception, only for the wedding guests, also took place in the yard. The deck, about 4,000 square feet, was large enough for the food, tables, and dancing. It lasted from about 2pm to well after midnight. Alcohol was available, but I saw no one impaired. We had initially thought of buying a house, but with the impending move, we settled on my condo. Rose Marie sold her house to Angela. Life finally moved into a more 'normal' mode for us. I was very busy preparing for our move; the items needing attention at work were numerous and very complicated. The company hosted a going-away event. The Thompsons were there, as well as over 250 others. I began to appreciate my wife's idea for a small wedding! A few speeches were given; mine was less that 3 minutes long. The meal and camaraderie were out of this world. It was quite a send-off. We listed my condo for sale, and left it in the hands of the real estate lady to take care of it. Both our cars were long in the tooth, so we sold both and rented one the last few days. My Ebony Rose We flew to Phoenix on a Saturday. I had the next week off to get settled in. We had selected a house with the help of the internet and a go-go sales lady. Our belongings arrived on Tuesday, and the company provided movers and unpackers to take care of it. Rose Marie and I had only to show them where to locate stuff. We settled in quite quickly, helped by some very friendly neighbors. The house was near Cave Creek, which meant a bit of a commute, but we were both happy with the area. The job was quite challenging, but with the help of the very talented and dedicated work force, we quickly settled into the groove. At our first company get-together, Rose Marie was the hit of the party. Everyone seemed awed by her beauty, personality, and attentiveness. We knew we were where we should be! PROLOGUE: We have been in the area for over twenty five years! We ended up with four children, a boy, a girl, and twin boy and girl. They were all three years apart. I accused my wife of being on a timetable! Of course, difficulties came up, as they always do, but my wife's ability to adapt, cajole, and compromise made situations much simpler than they might have been. The children are beautiful; their sepia skin and features rank them up with the best. The older boy, Anthony William, obtained a Master's in Mechanical Engineering, and is a project manager for a major oil company in Saudi Arabia. We miss him! The older girl, Grace Marie, is in her senior year at Arizona State in Tempe, close to home! She is studying to be a high school teacher. The twins, William Anthony(!) and Julia Rose are completing their freshman year at UCLA. Both want to counsel disadvantaged children. They are living in an apartment in LA, and have told us they plan to continue that after they get jobs at the same facility. I have asked Rose Marie about their living arrangements. She calmly explained they have been unusually close their whole lives, and we might as well accept it! What can I say? She is almost always right on.