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White Lies

By: magmaman



Walker met Carla in a bar, he wasn't looking for what happened but it happened anyway.

Actually, he was looking, just not for what he found.

She walked in, no way could she be called a raving beauty. For one thing, she was skinny, the cut off T-shirt she wore was short enough that all it covered was her obviously on the flat side chest. That looked like someone had taken a pair of scissors to it.

Walker also didn't like the large tattoo that was in the small of her back, it was just lines coming out from a center pattern, he had no idea at all what it was supposed to be.

In the dim light, it made her back look dirty.

To top it off, her hair was on the messed up side, brownish, it was fairly long and in need of a good brushing. The best feature was her stomach, that was flat as a pancake. Easy to tell that part because she also had on what appeared to be pink pajama bottoms tied with a sash, and they were riding so low on her hips the "V" of the upper portion of her pubic mound was visible.

Normally that look is sexy as hell, but her toenails were painted bright red, sticking out of a pair of cheap flip flops and they looked like they needed redone.

The bright red toenails offsetting the pink pajama bottoms capped the look, good lord.

The whole picture was something Walker had no interest in at all. Well, he did notice when she reached back and tugged on the pajama bottoms, but they slipped right back down the instant she let go.

He turned back to take a sip of his long neck beer, the evening was going to be another one like so many before. Drink some beer, then go home to his ratty one flight up apartment and sleep, get up and go to work the next day.

+++

His mind wandered to Sherry, the latest conquest he had made. Blond and a real one, round where it counted and soft where it counted, that had been fun. She seemed to love it when she was on her hands and knees, her big bottom tipped up in the air and those marvelous titties swinging back and forth.

At just a couple of years older than Walker's own barely 22, it was obvious from the start that Sherry was experienced in the ways of sex.

Walker didn't really mind that, he had a few experiences of his own. Most were just one or two night things, the passing in the night kind of relationship. Just one named Karin had been a bit of a pain in the ass, she turned out to be a virgin.

Which Walker found out far too late. Karin was the reason he was now living in a shit hole apartment working at a factory driving a fork truck.

Karin became on the clingy side, that developed into her stalking him relentlessly. She turned into one crazy bitch when Walker tried to move on. 

The incident with the kitchen knife capped that deal.

"You are MINE!" Karin had screamed at him, swinging the blade. How she had gotten into his apartment he never did find out, she was suddenly there the instant he had touched the light switch. The woman that was with him screamed but too late, fourteen stitches before one dead serious right cross brought that to an end.

Walker wasn't the type of guy to ever hit a woman, not really, but sometimes the situation warrants that.

Karin was still in a jail cell the day he packed up his few things and hit the road.

+++

Now months later and several hundred miles away, having left in the middle of the night with no forwarding address, he had happened on Sherry in this same local bar.

She ended up in the sack with him that very first night, hot damn could that woman screw! Sherry was lots better, she wasn't jealous at all.

Walker didn't even mess around with any other women, although he did get a couple of rare opportunities. Sherry was just too much fun.

It would have been even more fun except that after dating her fairly regularly for a solid dozen weeks she turned him down on Saturday night, saying she already had a date.

That pissed Walker off, he had been thinking exclusive, it turned out he was just someone to play with.

The mistake Walker made was trying to be sneaky and find out who she was going out with. That evening he was parked down the street, watching.

Some tall guy showed up in a fancy red Corvette, wearing a fucking suit that looked to cost more than his monthly rent was. Walker didn't even own a fucking suit, and his vehicle was an old Toyota pickup which if he worked on it for a while it always started.

Sherry looked nastier than he had ever seen her. Short dark blue dress, her hair piled up with little ringlets hanging down. He spotted the flash of the Cubic Zirconium earrings he had purchased for her as a gift. The soft shoulder wrap parted as the man held the door open for her, she had to duck down to get into the low slung vehicle. A large expanse of her familiar breasts showed for a moment, then she was inside the machine.

The guy had pulled a U-turn, and drove right by Walker's old pickup sitting there instead of heading out to the highway like he expected.

So he got busted snooping, her head turned. No point in trying to duck down, she spotted him. He saw the scowl on her face when they went by.

Miserable, pissed off, upset, embarrassed, he went home. Jesus Christ, now he was a fucking stalker himself.

After a few calls which she would not answer, Walker gave up. Now he sat by himself, drinking. There were a few couples in the bar, an older woman sitting on the end stool. She had been there every single time he came in.

The only other single female he had seen was the scrawny looking one, and he had no interest in that.

Sighing, he drained the last of his brew, getting ready to leave.

"Hi, big fellow!" Someone said at his side.

Walker found himself looking into the biggest, roundest blue eyes he had ever seen in his life. Then she smiled, it washed onto her entire face, that is the only way to describe that. For just an instant, she looked almost..pretty?

"Can I sit here?" She asked.

"Uhh..sure!" He looked around, way more than half the stools at the bar were empty.

She began asking questions, Walker was answering politely. Then he was asking and she was answering, forgetting that she looked a lot more like a rather feminine appearing boy than a woman. He ordered another beer, she wanted a glass of wine. They talked some more. There was no way to not talk to her, she kept on asking questions.

"Last call!" The bartender yelled. Walker looked at his watch, it was 2:15 in the morning. Good lord, he had sat there and talked with Carla for nearly six hours.

Getting off his stool, he suddenly realized he was several sheets to the wind, and he had to pee so bad he wasn't sure he was going to make it to the restroom.

But he did, when he came out he half expected Carla to be gone but she was standing there waiting for him.

"Hey, where are you headed, Walker?" She asked.

"Home, I have to be at work tomorrow at 9." He told her.

"Can I maybe sleep on your couch? It's 20 miles over to my brother's house and he always gives me a ration of crap when I come in too late."

"I don't have a couch." Walker told her.

"A chair then? A carpet?" She did that slow smile thing again.

Damn her eyes were blue!

"Yea, I guess. I can get you some blankets or something."

"Neat!"

+++

Walker woke up the next morning to a country and western song on his alarm radio, some asshole singing through his nose. He used that station deliberately, he hated that kind of music and it's all they ever played.

The stuff woke him up without fail. He started to roll out of bed, his hand touched a body.

Carla was in his bed!

At first he thought they had ended up having sex but he could not remember a single thing from the night before.  He remembered her saying "Neat!" brightly and taking his arm, but that was it.

Sitting up, his mouth felt like someone had used a blow dryer on the bucket of contaminated sand in it. 

He got up and got a glass of water, drinking it all without pausing.

That was when he realized he was fully dressed, still in the same clothes he had worn the night before.

He rubbed his forehead, trying to remember.

"Can I have some of that?" Carla asked. She was sitting up looking at him, she had on the same clothes she wore the night before, also.

Walker quickly got her some water, she drank half of it. 

"I need to grab a shower and get to work." He told her.

"OK. Can I take one next?"

"Sure, but it has to be a quick one." He nodded, looking at his watch. His last girlfriend Sherry sometimes showered at his place, she always took a solid 45 minutes in there.

Walker went into his bathroom and showered. Then he realized his work clothes were in the dresser, so he called out and asked her to bring him some.

She dug around for some time, finally found his Levi work shirt and heavy blue jeans.

She giggled as he cracked the door to take the work outfit.

Once dressed, he came out and she went in. It only took her five minutes, she came back out looking exactly like she did going in, except her hair was wet but combed.

"Can I drop you someplace?" Walker asked her as soon as they got outside. He looked around for his truck but didn't see it.

"No, I will be fine. Thank you for letting me stay." She lifted up on tiptoe and kissed him lightly on the lips.

That made Walker's head swim. Her lips touching his felt nice. Then she turned and took off at a run. He watched as she made the corner at the end of the street, paused for a moment and waved.

Then she was gone.

"Hey, wait!" Walker yelled, far too late. He hadn't gotten her phone number, nothing. All he knew was her name and that she lived with her brother and his wife, somewhere 20 miles away.

"Damn!" He thought. Nothing to be done about that now. He walked the several blocks down to the bar, sure enough, there sat his old truck.

At least he hadn't been completely stupid the night before, he had been way too drunk to even try driving.

He managed to worry the ignition in his old truck enough to get it to start.

+++

That night Walker was right back at that same bar. Every time the door opened, he looked up expecting it to be her. Finally at around midnight he gave up and went home.

He had no idea why he was looking for her, hoping she would show up. She was not his type at all, he liked full blown women, nice big tits, dressy types.

Like Sherry.

Carla was plain if not downright homely, flat chested as a board, scrawny, even her hip bones stuck out which he could tell since the pajama bottoms she had on kept slipping down. She must have retied the string on them a dozen times.

After a week, he gave up. It helped a lot that Sherry came in one evening, spotted Walker sitting by himself at the bar. She came right over and plopped down on the stool next to him.

Walker was smart enough to not mention the week before and she didn't either.

They ended up right back in his bed, doing the nasty. Sherry was on her knees and elbows, her big soft naked fanny stuck up in the air as Walker gave it to her good. He really liked the way she grunted and moaned as he pounded her, forcing himself to last as long as he possibly could.

He figured that rich guy in the fancy red car had gotten some of this, so he was going to show Sherry who was boss, by God.

The way she was squealing convinced him that he was way better at this stuff than Corvette guy was.

"Damn, I love your cock!" Sherry purred, rolling over and grabbing his still sticky limp dick. Then she made every possible effort to get it back up and going again.

That worked, too.

It was less than a week later when she told him she couldn't go out that night, she had another date. She was in the process of tugging her blouse over her head, they had just finished a hour long session.

"I have to hurry, he is picking me up in two hours." She told him.

"Oh, I suppose with the asshole in the Vette, right?" He asked with a good bit of sarcasm.

"No, I am going out with Jerry from the office. It's no big deal, he is nice and just wants to talk."

"Yea, sure, he wants to talk!" Walker said.

"Hell, Walker! You don't own me!" She said, and stomped out.

Walker didn't bother to go snoop that time, he just headed for the bar after he ate one of those TV dinners. The meat part wasn't too bad but how they can call sloppy looking brown soup mashed potatoes was beyond him.

The old lady was sitting on her stool at the end of the bar, she waved, Walker waved back.

Hell, he must be getting to be a regular when the fixtures in the place noticed him. The bartender sat down a long neck brew without being asked.

Walker sighed. His life just sucked.

He was on his third and last one for the night, his mind lost in how completely miserable his life was. All day he ran that damned fork truck at the warehouse, then he went home, ate and ended up right here, on this same damn bar stool.

Sherry let him have a piece when it suited her, not him.

"I am becoming just like that fucking old lady!" He thought to himself, tipping back the bottle to drain it.

"Can I sit here?" A voice said behind him. He knew it was Carla before he turned his head to look, for a second his breath caught.

"Sure!" He said.

Carla's hair was nicely brushed out, she wore a pretty blue blouse that had rows of lace up the front. Glancing down, he saw she had on a slightly darker blue skirt, it came barely half way down her thighs. The interesting part of that was it buttoned up the front, leaving a gap at the bottom that damn near showed off her panties standing up. Her legs were bare and she had shoes on.



She spotted his inspection and flushed slightly, looking down for a moment. Then she turned her face to his and that smile wafted across her face again.

"Do I look OK?" She asked.

"Yea, you look....nice." He smiled as she hopped up onto the stool next to him.

Walker suddenly realized he wanted her. He had no idea at all why, she was completely different than any female he had ever been interested in.

"What?" She asked finally, Walker had just looked directly at her for nearly a half minute.

"I...you look nice tonight." He managed to repeat.

"Thank you. I got all fixed up for you, I hoped you would be here."

"Really? For me?"

"Yes, really." She tipped her head back and laughed, it was music. Either that or he was getting too drunk again, he decided.

"Why would you do that for me?" He asked her.

"I thought about you all week. You are the only man I ever knew that didn't just start grabbing at me, and you are interesting."

"Interesting? Me? My whole life is boring." He said.

"Why? Don't you have a girlfriend?" She asked.

"I did, but..." He told her about dating Sherry, and how she kept wanting to go out with other guys.

"Good!" She grinned when he finished.

"What's good about that?" He asked her, confused.

"It means you are...available."

Walker just looked at her.

"Can I come and stay with you tonight? Before you get...too drunk." She giggled and blushed at the same time.

Walker looked at her for a few seconds, that was another surprise.

"I really have been thinking about you all week, so I decided to come down here and see..." She smiled broadly.

"Let's go!" He told her.

+++

Walker lay on the bed wearing just his briefs, Carla came out of the bathroom naked. Her nipples were jet black, snugged up into tiny little bumps. She actually did have breasts but barely. There was not a single hair on her body, obvious since her loins were already fully engorged, visible. She got on her knees on the bed, reached out and tugged at the waistband of his briefs. Walker lifted his hips to help her, his erection sprang free.

She stopped and stared.

"What?" He asked when she just stayed like that on her knees, staring.

"My God! I didn't...I never saw..?"

"You aren't a virgin, are you?" Walker asked her.

Shit! There was no way in hell he was going to fuck any virgin again, there would be no way to ever get rid of them after that. One time years ago was enough, that broad had practically camped out on his doorstep for months.

Hell, he had gone so far as to quit his job and move.

"No. I only...it was just...once and he was...this is so big!" Her hand reached out to touch him, he felt himself jerk when she did that. Then she slid up on top of him, pressing her bare breasts to his chest. It felt like little needles poking into him.

Rolling her over, he reached down to spread her legs, she didn't resist. He probed her with his finger, that took an effort. He spent quite a long time trying to relax her with just a little success. Nuzzling her with his tongue, he found no taste at all, her flesh was soft and bulging. Carla began to tremble, he reached up with one hand and stroked his fingers down over her small breasts and stomach, which caused her hips to thrust upwards against his mouth.

Her body flooded with moisture at that.

Once Walker began to slide inside her, he saw her eyes screw up in pain and he stopped. She took a deep breath, then let it out out in a gasp.

"Push!" She muttered, so he did.

Suddenly, somehow, that worked. But each time he drew back it was like he had to force her insides out of the way again.

It was easier the second time an hour or so later, and even easier the next morning. Walker was late to work that day, something else that was completely new. He apologized to his boss, the guy took one look and knew. 

He just grinned.

Walker was now in love, there was no doubt about that in his mind at all. Carla spent every night the next week with him after that, they never went to the bar at all.

Each morning she went to school, Walker tried a couple of times to drive her there but she insisted on running the nearly a dozen miles. When he got home, she showed up about 15 minutes later, soaked in sweat. She even ran to school in the rain, although that was rare since it was late Summer.

There was one rather bad moment when Sherry knocked on the door. Walker tugged on his briefs and cracked it open. It was really awkward, he had tugged his briefs on over the condom, the tip was partially filled since he had just began to ejaculate when she banged on the door. 

She started to push past him but he resisted and held the door.  She managed to get part way in, after all she was a big gal and could push about as hard as he could.

Walker barely opened his mouth to tell her he was busy when Carla called out.

"Who is it, honey?" She asked. Glancing back, Carla was standing at the bedroom door, stark naked.

Sherry muttered something that ended in "motherfucker!" and left in a huff.

Walker really didn't give a shit.

+++

It turned out to be one hell of an affair, for some reason Walker just could not get enough of Carla, all he wanted to do was fuck her.

Then came the night he got home and Carla was already there, sitting on the porch in front of the apartment building.

Walker sat down beside her, he knew darn good and well something was up. Carla was not very good at hiding her emotions, and she was obviously agitated.

"I have to ask you a question." She said.

Walker nodded, bracing himself for being dumped. For a brief moment he felt ill inside.

"Do you love me?" Was her question instead. That was totally unexpected.

"Yes!" He told her without hesitation. He had never actually said those words. She just looked at him. That same slow smile crossed her lips.

"Carla, I love you more than anything, I want us to be together!" He blurted out.

"God! I was afraid maybe you didn't?  You never said it and I want to be with you so bad!...Walker, I am..we are..pregnant." Her eyes were suddenly wet.

That was another surprise. He looked down at her stomach, there was no sign at all.

"Wow! Really? I am going to be a Dad? But..we always used a condom?" He said, jumping up and pulling her to her feet so he could hug her.


White Lies



Hey there, fellow Litsters!

This is my first foray into the Lesbian category so I sincerely hope I do a good enough job. Please do drop your valuable votes, comments and private feedback to let me know how I fared. I am writing this story on the request of SAbitch. Hence, if I did a good job, credit me, and if I didn't, blame her for coaxing this story. :P

If you are a first time reader of my work, know beforehand that I like slightly offbeat characters - eccentric, manipulative, obsessive and not always likeable. Bear that in mind before proceeding further.

A shout of thanks to my editors NaokoSmith and Bramblethorn.

"This was what love meant after all: sacrifice and selflessness. It did not mean hearts and flowers and a happy ending, but the knowledge that another's well-being is more important than one's own." - Lost in Time, Melissa de la Cruz

* *

November 2012

"Stop fidgeting," snapped the irritated seamstress.

Sophie Larson was uncharacteristically restless. The intricately designed Italian wedding dress did not fit her exactly as everyone had hoped. It required some last second adjustment which was in progress, but her thoughts were as far removed from her dress as possible.

It was not the dress. It was not the ring. It was not the picturesque venue, the time, the swing band, the lavish feast. None of it and yet all of it. It was what it all represented -- the wedding to a man she barely knew. The only thing she knew about him with any degree of surety was that he loved her -- truly, madly, deeply.

But try as she might, she could not bring herself to reciprocate. The agitation was in every nerve ending of her being, tingling with an eerie frequency. She could not see, she could not think. A nameless dread haunted her, hovering over her like a phantasm.

"Will you stand still?" barked the irritated seamstress, struggling to take the requisite measurements.

She couldn't. All her rehearsed poise faltered miserably around her. She had spent ages mentally preparing herself for this moment, steeling her will, but her resolve cracked, opening a scar into the heart of a lover whose unrequited love still burnt strong.

With a rising trepidation growing inside her, her eyes went to the clock mounted on the wall, counting off the seconds with a merciless rhythm to the final ceremony. Every second passed with a shudder going through her body. Blood pounded in her ears. She was acutely aware of what awaited her in a few short hours.

Sophie tried once more, holding her breath while the tape measure wrapped around her waist for the last time. The seamstress sighed and walked away to do her job.

"These new brides and their last minute jitters," she thought disapprovingly.

She left with a sigh, leaving Sophie on the brink of a meltdown. Sophie walked to a full length mirror and looked at herself. Her face still betrayed no emotion, as if it was immune to the mayhem unfolding behind those blue eyes.

She blinked, and the reflection changed. She was wearing a wedding dress now. This one fit her perfectly. The veil on her face failed to hide her blank look. The whole room was deathly silent, rendering the metronomic ticking of the clock deafening. Sophie looked at herself once more and something snapped. Something deep within her just gave way, crumbling to a wave of panic.

Sophie started running. She ran out the door past a bewildered maid. The stairs flew by, two steps at a time. Other guests at the Carlyle stared at the famous socialite scampering down the stairs.

"Room 326," she dimly recalled.

Unaware of where her legs were taking her, suddenly she stopped in front of a door. The number 326 was elegantly embossed on a gold plaque under the crest of the legendary Carlyle hotel.

Her hand reached up and knocked on the door thrice in quick succession. She leaned against the wall to catch her breath as dainty footsteps approached the door. Her mind was filled with a chaotic tempest of thoughts struggling to find the right words. The footfalls grew even closer, but words still remained elusive.

The ornate door finally swung open revealing a puzzled brunette beauty. The expression under the pleated brown hair quickly changed from puzzled to concerned seeing her best friend with a petrified look on her face.

"Sophie? What are you doing here?" she asked, visibly concerned.

"I can't go through with it, Kenzie," came the shaky reply. "I just can't."

Mackenzie Clark's face blanched. She hurriedly stepped aside.

"Get in."

Sophie staggered inside. Mackenzie closed the door behind them and sat her down on the elegantly shaped couch. Her right hand caressed her best friend's silky blonde hair. There was no judgement within Mackenzie, only a profound understanding of what she was going through.

"Talk to me, Soph," she said, putting a palm on Sophie's cheek and turning her face so that their gazes met. Her green eyes locked with the crystalline blue irises of her friend.

"What is there to say?" Sophie wailed. "I can't do this anymore. I can't pretend. It's tearing me up from within."

"Why not?"

Tears burst forth from Sophie's eyes and flowed down her cheeks. Mackenzie immediately took Sophie's face in her arms and clutched her close. Fat tear drops rolled off Sophie's cheek and onto Mackenzie's dress.

After the copious sobbing subsided, Sophie felt her face slowly raised to that of an angel, an angel with dark brown hair, sharp green eyes and lips which could melt the hardest heart. The angel used one finger from each hand to wipe her tears away.

"You know why not," she managed to squeeze out through her parched throat.

Mackenzie placed her friend back against the couch. She sighed as she fetched a bottle of water for her friend. Her right hand clasped Sophie's tightly and the other palm softly stroked Sophie's forearm. She emptied half of the bottle and put it on the table. Her expectant eyes turned towards the one person she trusted implicitly.

"We've been over this, Soph," she stated. "This is all for the best."

"How can you say that?" Sophie wailed. "I love someone else!"

"Yes," replied Mackenzie softly. "... and I love you back as much, if not more. But I can't let you do this. It would break Martin's heart and I'm not strong enough to see him cry."

Her hand trailed down the side of Sophie's cheek, now tracing the outline of her lips. Her eyes locked onto her former lover's with an earnest gaze which said so much more than words ever could. Sophie's lips, her luscious red lips, demanded to be kissed. It took a herculean effort for Mackenzie to resist, but she knew she had to.

She was barely strong enough to resist her former lover, but not nearly strong enough to see a single shred of hurt on Martin's face, and she was definitely not strong enough to be the cause behind that hurt.

* *

December 2007

The apartment was situated on the fringe of the Columbia University campus. It was right in the middle of Morningside Heights, diagonally opposite St. Luke's Hospital. This was the academic district of New York City, teeming with college students and pretentious artists.

Mackenzie Clark and Sophie Larson had to use their respective family connections and wealth to get this apartment. The security deposit alone would be out of the reach of other students. The place was more than enough for two people. They immediately bonded over shared tastes in Russian literature, French nouveau art and almost every other conceivable subject. It was like the same soul confined within two bodies.

Two bodies which made heads turn wherever they went. Mackenzie was classically beautiful with her green eyes and effervescent personality. She had a smile that could light up a room. Her body was more delicate and petite, quintessentially effeminate. Sophie was blonde and had the hourglass figure others would kill for. Her face seemed crafted with utmost care by someone in a moment of inspiration. She had a passion for tennis, giving her a toned physique. Her lithe build masked the musculature in her arms. She was a fitness freak, sprinting a mile and doing ten laps of the University pool every day.

A whole parade of guys lusted after them. Even some girls. The rest of the world seemed to get tongue-tied and fall over themselves just to be near either of them, but all their advances were politely rebuffed. They remained the forbidden fruit that none could pluck, but all could take to bed in their imaginations.

They themselves did not know how they fell in love, when they fell in love. It just happened, as if it was always meant to. Once the feeling bonded them together, it seemed as natural as the Earth's rotation. They were happy in their warm little cocoon where the real world couldn't judge them. To the outside world, roommates and best friends, the guise held perfectly.

Sure, they had both come off having the expected number of boyfriends, childhood crushes and others growing up, but when they looked at each other, there was something there that cannot be put down in words. Something primal, elemental, a raging inferno of passion and yet a tender love which could not be denied.

It was their senior year of college. The December air outside was chilly and a mist veiled their windows. Yet, they were utterly oblivious to the cold, sweating in reverence to their carnality. The aroma of sex saturated the air inside the room and the fireplace crackled and burnt doing its bit to raise the mercury.

Sophie's hands were tied to the brass bedposts by some colourful scarves. She shook her body impatiently, willing her friend to hurry up in the next room. Her eyes shifted from the door to the ceiling, to the frosted glass on the window and then down to her own naked body. Beads of sweat glistened all over her breasts and torso from the seemingly endless number of orgasms she had been through over the last few hours.

"How long has it been?" she wondered, desperate to see the alarm clock on the other dresser. Try as she might, she could not twist her neck enough.

"Damn," she muttered. "Why did I let myself get into this?"

The answer was on a coffee table a few feet to her right. Two goblets and an empty bottle of Pinot Gris had culminated in her allowing Kenzie to put those scarves to good use.

"She's crazy," Sophie thought, adding. "...and I love her for it."

Her mind flashed back to the special romantic dinner that Mackenzie made for her. She could not take her eyes off Sophie even as they ate. The food was a mere impediment to what lay after. Mackenzie used the wine to get her in the mood for something she had never experienced before. Then she took out the scarves.

After getting her tied up, Mackenzie parted her legs and dove into her. Her tongue drove Sophie off the edge of sanity into delirium and back again. That tongue was as relentless as it was skilful. It started teasing her tantalizingly, paying a special degree of attention to her calves and thighs. Just the tip of Kenzie's tongue delicately teased her inner thighs, making her squirm. Mackenzie took her sweet time making her way from the left thigh all the way to her inflamed orifice and down the right thigh. Each time, her tongue would come within millimetres of Sophie's engorged nub, but would divert at the last moment. Mackenzie's brown hair splayed all over Sophie's abdomen, tickling her when they scraped over her skin.

Sophie screamed in frustration. She tried to raise her hips into Mackenzie's face, but her thighs were pinned down by the entire weight of her devilish roommate. Her head rose painfully off the bed so she could look down at the face which she loved to see so much. The sex was feral, bordering on painful, but they never forgot that they were in love. They had been hopelessly in love right from their freshman year.

Just when she thought she would rip the scarves out from frustration, it happened. The rough layer of taste-buds of Kenzie's tongue rested against her clit. The sheer exhilaration of the first contact almost made her cum on the spot. The deviant tongue then wrapped around her erect clit, scrubbing it. Also, two fingers slipped into her damp orifice, hooking themselves inside her.

"Oh FUCK!" she screamed.

The two fingers became three. They moved in and out of her with a piston's rhythm. The fingertips made contact with her G spot at the end of every in-stroke, making a small shudder go through her loins. Her sex was a cauldron of seething desire which Mackenzie wantonly stirred with her fingers and tongue. The fingers and tongue interchanged places. Now the tongue plunged deep within her drenched orifice and she tweaked the throbbing clit between her thumb and forefinger.

The sudden stretching of her clit made Sophie feel a unique cocktail of pleasure and pain spread through her being. Her pheromones went on overdrive sending her arousal through the roof. She exuded the unique fragrance of sex from every pore of her body. Sophie gasped and lifted her hips into her lover's face.

Mackenzie lifted her face for an instant to see Sophie's eyes pleading with her to return her attentions to her hungry pussy. She smiled and lowered her face to the clit. This time, she planted her lips around the clit and took the very tip of it between her teeth. She pulled back with a sharp tug and simultaneously impaled the sopping vulva underneath with three fingers.

Sophie was shocked. Her senses were reeling under the overwhelming rush of pleasure. She screamed in several short yelps and thrashed against the bed, a massive orgasm erupting inside. Mackenzie knew from experience what was about to follow. She eagerly propped her face up on her elbows in front of the gaping opening and waited for the moment.

A clear liquid squirted out and splashed against the expectant face. More followed in spasmodic bursts, each burst ejecting her liquids onto her face and lips, dripping off her chin. Kenzie opened her mouth and captured the last few sprays.

Sophie took several deep breaths, her bosom heaving with each one. An incandescent flare danced before her eyes, dazzling her with a psychedelic whirl of colour. The riptide of orgasm had left her feeling distinctly woozy in its aftermath. Her body descended from the fluffy clouds as she felt a tongue lick its way up her sweaty torso. It planted a soft peck on each nipple and finally a pair of lips pressed against hers.

Mackenzie's tongue parted her roommate's lips and fiercely kissed her tongue, letting her have a taste of her own squirt. They lip-locked passionately, tonguing with gusto for several minutes before Mackenzie drew her face back. There was no sight on Earth better than the peaceful post-orgasmic pallor on Sophie's face.

"Did you like it?" Kenzie asked playfully, her fingers fiddling with her roommate's spent sex.

"It was... oh my god!" Sophie managed to squeeze out between gasps.

"Well, I hope it inspires you," Kenzie said, swinging her legs around and straddling her sweaty face. She was also leaking from the raw lust of what had transpired. Leaning forward, Mackenzie parted those rosy nether lips which she loved to make love to.

"Kenzie. No. I'm too sensitive right now..." the rest of Sophie's words were cut off by a delicious labia being lowered onto her face.

"Put your tongue to better use than talking," snapped Kenzie.

Sophie was helpless. Part of her got stuck into the enviable task of eating out the woman she had come to love more than she thought possible. Another part prayed she could withstand the onslaught of one more shattering climax.

"One more..." she muttered, snapping back to the present. "Then one more after that, then one more... then another one... then..."

After a bit she gave up trying to count how many orgasms she had been through. It was probably in double digits. Not bad considering they had come one after another with no respite. There had come a time when she was no longer aware of herself or her surroundings. All her senses had succumbed to a continuous orgasmic fugue. The orgasmic haze persisted as her roommate churned out more from her body than she thought humanly possible.

Her thoughts were broken when the door opened. Mackenzie stood in the doorway, completely naked except for a wicked grin on her lips and a ribbed dildo strapped onto a harness around her waist. She held a box under her arm, the contents of which were currently left to Sophie's imagination, although she was sure she would be very intimately acquainted with every implement inside that box.

Kenzie took a deep breath and smiled.

"I love the smell of fresh sex in the morning."

She lay the box down beside the bed and procured a Gatorade from the fridge. Undoing the cap, she brought the tip near Sophie's lips.

"Drink this," she said. "Don't want you dehydrating on me now."

Sophie obeyed and replenished the fluids in her system. The size of the box told her she would be needing all the energy this energy drink could provide. Her lower lips were sore and her clit hurt from the streak of orgasms she had been through. Yet, the prospect of even more made her tingle with excitement.

Mackenzie tossed the empty bottle away and lay Sophie flat on the bed. Her hands grasped her roommate's shoulders and her legs pinned down her knees. The head of the dildo rested along her slit. Kenzie flicked a remote switch in her hand and the mass of plastic and rubber began to vibrate. The vibrations sent ripples through Sophie's body, promising a new vista of pleasures up ahead.

"Happy Birthday, Soph," she said with a smile and drew back for the first thrust.

Sophie braced for impact. The first push itself embedded the entire eight inches inside her. She gasped and looked up to see a wicked gleam in Kenzie's eyes. Those eyes came closer to her. Soon, Sophie could feel her roommate's warm breath on her skin and could see those haunting eyes inches from her own.

Their faces were close, so close. Sophie was barely aware of the dildo inside her. All her senses focused on that face. Her gaze roamed over Mackenzie's face, resting on every beautiful feature. It started at her eyes of course, then went along her pale cheek. It lingered on her sumptuous lips for a small eternity.

Those lips were even closer now. So close that every exhaled breath caressed Sophie's skin. They raised themselves to Sophie's forehead and kissed her. The kiss moved from her forehead, leaving her skin intermittently to leave trail of lip-marks down her cheek and neck. Sweat glistened on her skin, flushed crimson.

Mackenzie continued to pepper her with a multitude of kisses. For a time, the raging sexuality had given way to a tender love. Those lips eventually sought out hers and they kissed. Sophie surrendered to the sweet sensuality of the simple kiss. Her interactions with Kenzie may have become a kink-riddled carnivale, but it was the underlying love which they never forgot.

Their tongues did not force the issue, rather made love to each other. Kenzie let her taste buds wander to various corners of Sophie's mouth, savouring the intimacy. It was a slow and studied kiss, a perfect interlude.

Kenzie broke the kiss and sat back. Sophie looked at her dreamily, still barely aware of the plastic contraption inside her.

"She looks so beautiful," thought Mackenzie. "so... vulnerable."

The beautiful blonde hair lay strewn on the pillows. Sophie took deep breaths, her breasts inflating and subsiding with each one. Her nipples stuck out hard atop them. Her face was exhausted, almost stationery after their exertions. She opened her eyes a sliver and smiled at Kenzie, telling her she was okay.

"I won't let anything come between us," a private voice echoed deep in the recesses of Mackenzie's mind.




White Lies



Suddenly, Sophie yelped. The tender moment had passed and Mackenzie had abruptly turned the device to its highest setting. The grooves around the shaft began whirring, rubbing against her velvet walls.

"I haven't forgotten about this," said Mackenzie in a devious tone.

Kenzie did not move, the device doing all the work for her. The moving dome-head pressed against Sophie's G spot. Sophie screamed as loudly as she could. Mackenzie loved the euphony of her lover screaming. Each shrill note of pleasure was music to her ears, an aria of decadent ecstasy. It made her feel a rush of heat.

She reached out and grabbed Sophie's hard nipples. Her fingers twisted them in opposite directions and then pulled on them hard. Sophie squealed piteously, her pain laced with a heady dose of pleasure. Sans mercy, Mackenzie literally lifted her an inch off the bed by her nipples.

Sophie's eyes opened wide, her sweaty back suddenly exposed to the cool air. Every single sense of hers was amplified by the intense explosion of pleasure which swept away the pain. Her world spun around her, rapidly darkening. Then there was only darkness.

She awoke to a splash of water. The coldness of it rudely slammed her back to reality. The apartment came back into focus with its whitewashed walls and antiques.

"You're no fun to fuck passed out."

"Did I really black out?"

"Yes you did," purred a satisfied Kenzie. "This toy has earned its place in our box."

"I think I've had enough," gasped a visibly worn out Sophie. "Please let's stop."

"You're no fun," pouted Mackenzie. "We'll try one last thing and then you can get your beauty sleep."

"Fine," sighed Sophie, resignedly. "Just you wait till your birthday comes around, Mackenzie Clark. Just you wait."

"I'll wait eagerly," she replied. "Does any guy ever make you feel this way? Can they do the things I can?"

"You mean Tyler?" said Sophie, with a condescending smirk. "You know I have to keep up appearances for the outside world for now, but I'm ditching everyone for you the second you say it. Just say it and I will be yours and yours alone."

Kenzie smiled and kissed her, their lips gently locking for a few seconds. She scooted down between her roommate's legs. Her tongue returned to lapping at her red labia, but gradually slipped lower. Even lower. It took a few seconds for Sophie to grasp what was on her mind.

"You can't be serious?" she said, wide-eyed.

"You bet your delectable asshole I am," Kenzie said, her tongue making long licks over her rear entrance. The tip of it probed inside, then pulled out immediately. It was replaced by a fingertip, pushing in and out of the wet hole rapidly. The initial resistance passed and another finger made its way in. The curled and crooked inside Sophie, readying her for something else.

Hastily, she detached the dildo from its harness and teased the tip against Sophie's sphincter. Sophie was shocked at the idea, but also marvelled at Kenzie's fertile imagination.

"Need some lube," she muttered, leaving her to get some mild moisturiser from the bathroom.

Sophie felt the cool paste being slathered onto her crack. Kenzie's fingers rubbed it all around the rim. She parted the cheeks and admired her handiwork, leaving a kiss on the puckered rosebud.

"What an occasion to have your anal cherry!" she beamed, bringing the head of the dildo back to her hole. "Tell me the second it hurts, okay?"

"Mhmm."

Slowly, Kenzie pushed it inside her. She put no more than an inch at a time past the opening. Sophie was getting restless in the middle and Kenzie stopped to let her anal walls adjust to their first guest.

"The first of many," was their mutual thought.

"Fucking, shove it in already," yelled Sophie.

Without any further hesitation, Mackenzie drove the whole dildo inside her ass. Sophie adjusted on the bed, feeling the fullness of the dildo lodged in her rectum. It began vibrating at a moderate intensity, causing hitherto unknown feelings to course through her.

"Now for the main event," said Kenzie, smacking her lips.

"That wasn't the main event?"

"Oh no," was the candid reply. "That was the prep."

Leaving the remote by the side, Kenzie lowered her lips to the overused pussy laid out for her. Her tongue made languorous licks along the vulva, tasting her unique sweetness with a tangy flavour mixed in. The beginnings of Sophie's nectar dripped out of her orifice. Mackenzie placed her fingers on both sides of her puffy lips and parted them, allowing her better access.

Sophie moaned involuntarily, surprised her voice wasn't hoarse. Kenzie kissed her roommate's lower lips with the same exquisite passion as the ones on her face.

"Remember, Soph. The second you feel any pain, let me know."

Sophie nodded, leaving Mackenzie to do her thing. She pressed two fingers against the opening in front of her. They slid in easily given how much lubrication there was to work with. The third and fourth went in without a fuss either. The four fingers oscillated in and out of Sophie. The feeling of having both her holes filled was new to her, but every bit as pleasurable as she had imagined.

"Going for the fist now, Soph. Take a deep breath."

Kenzie made a conical fist and slowly began pushing it in. It stalled at the second joint, causing her to pull out a bit and try again. Sophie was passing into delirium from the indescribable feelings that radiated from between her legs.

"I'm all in."

The realization took some time to settle. Sophie could not believe that both her holes were filled and stretched beyond their normal capacity and it didn't hurt at all. Kenzie's wrist stuck out of her lover's opening.

Slowly at first, she started rolling her wrist and also pushing forwards. Sophie gritted her teeth past the residual pain, in anticipation of the pleasures which lay beyond. The arm moved back and forth, building a slow groove.

The thumb of her other hand flicked the engorged clit. The sheer sensory overload distracted her to the pain. The fist built speed, gradually. After a long upward slope, Mackenzie threw restraint out the window and began to really give it to her lover. Her elbow was just a blur as she really let Sophie have it.

Miraculously, Sophie found the strength in her fatigued throat to shriek hysterically. There was no pain, just a bottomless vista of pleasure, inviting her to lose herself in it.

And she obliged.

For the second time in a few minutes, all went dark.

This time, she woke up hours later untied and curled against Mackenzie's naked form. Sophie's palms found the reserve strength to explore the flawless skin and curves on Kenzie's body. They reached her lips and Kenzie kissed the back of her palm gently, letting her lips trace the outline of her ring finger.

"I love you, my dear Sophie. Someday soon, I will put a ring on this finger."

"The first step to that is later this week," said Sophie. "Are you sure you want to break it to them now?"

"Absolutely," said Kenzie, a steely resolve in her tone. "You're going to be there too. Right by my side when I come out to them."

Sophie knew it was to be an epoch in their relationship. It was huge.

"So," said Mackenzie. "Ready to make the transition from Sophie the best friend school to Sophie the lover?"

"How do you think they will take it?" was the soft reply.

"I don't know," said Mackenzie, unable to tell her that her strictly conservative parents would probably not take it well. But it was something that needed to be done.

"I didn't like that answer," said Sophie softly.

"Well, I know one person who will still love me. Martin."

"Your brother?"

"Yes," she said. "My little baby brother."

"You must really love him," remarked Sophie thoughtfully. "Look at all the pictures of him you have over here. You can't go anywhere in our apartment and miss his face. The walls, the mantelpiece, even the bathroom shelf."

"Yeah," said Mackenzie, blushing through her sweat laden face. "It's hard to explain, but I've always cared way more for him than any sister does."

"I'd say," quipped Sophie. "You even interrupt our dates just because he called up needs help with his essays, or wants to know how he should approach some crush in school."

Kenzie smirked, then stared at the ceiling with dreamy eyes.

"God, how I miss him and his goofiness. He was and always will be my first love."

"Then what am I?" pouted Sophie.

"You are my final love," said Mackenzie, pulling Sophie in for a kiss.

* *

November 2012

"How can you just pretend the love we feel does not exist?" screamed Sophie, violently shaking Mackenzie by her shoulders.

Mackenzie did not reply, her eyes unable to meet Sophie's. The whole situation was unfair to her on so many levels. She had made the choice for them, but it was one that she was determined to stand by.

"I'm sorry, Soph. I'm so sorry."

"Sorry?" blurted Sophie incredulously. She held a fistful of Kenzie's pleated brown hair and yanked it towards herself. "You took our love, threw it in the gutter, broke my heart and all you have to say is sorry?"

"You're hurting me," Kenzie wailed.

"Hurt?" came the emotional reply. "You want to see hurt? Here, take a look at what you made me do."

Sophie thrust her other hand into Kenzie's face. Mackenzie tried looking away but her gaze was inexorably drawn back to the glittering diamond mounted on the finger inches from her. Shards of light sparkled from it and reflected off the glass surfaces around them.

"You promised that YOU were going to be the one to put a ring on this finger, remember?" said Sophie in a chillingly unwavering tone. "What happened to that promise?"

A few streaks of tears made their down Kenzie's face, a far cry from Sophie's drenched face. Even through her blurry eyes, Mackenzie could almost feel the rage simmering. It had been occluded by gentle cajoling and convincing, but at the moment of truth, it all unravelled.

Sophie let go of her hair. Kenzie took a few steps back and wiped her tears. Her scalp still stung, dwarfed by the pain she felt in her heart. Her eyes spied Sophie taking deep breaths across the room.

"What happened, Soph?" she asked softly. "What happened to all that we talked about?"

"I can't do it. I just can't. I'm not strong enough," Sophie said, breaking down in a deluge of tears.

"You're going to have to be."

Mackenzie extended a petite hand and Sophie held it. They sat down once more. A lot was riding on the next conversation.

* *

December 2007

"How come your family's place amazes me every time I see it?" Sophie asked, seeing the beginning of her lover's family's vast estate. Mackenzie drove the Corvette through the Doric pillars flanking the gate. Ahead lay a hundred acres in her family name along the North Shore of Long Island, the so called Gold Coast.

"You'd be surprised at how much money a hedge fund makes," smirked Kenzie. "Let alone a hedge fund and a huge investment portfolio to go with it."

"It's amazing how much money you can make betting on the future," Sophie wondered, watching the lush undulating meadow unfurl in every direction around her. The green was dotted by a few clusters of trees. The road snaked past a small lake, surrounded by impeccably manicured shrubs.

Mackenzie looked to her side to see Sophie pursing her lips. Her blue eyes remained fixed obscurely outside the window. Kenzie held her hand and smiled reassuringly.

"It's going to be fine, Soph." she said, interlacing their fingers and grasping her tightly.

The car finished the last mile along the white path, leading to the splendid Clark villa. Behind it was the open ocean. Mackenzie parked the car and marvelled at the sun shining down on the placid blue vista of water.

"It's beautiful," said Sophie.

"Not as beautiful as this," said Mackenzie kissing her one final time before they got out of the car.

Kenzie had barely taken two steps on the green when she felt a pair of powerful arms wrap around her from behind and lift her in the air. She was spun around and brought back to Earth before she turned around to see her manhandler.

"Martin!" she screamed, reciprocating the hug with a vice like one of her own. "Look at you, all grown up now. How are you?"

"Out. Of. Oxygen," he gasped. "Need. Air. Must. Have. Air."

Mackenzie did not relent, kissing her brother all over his face. Her lips went across the length and breadth of his boyish features, planting a token of her affection wherever possible. He had definitely gained some size in his recently concluded eighteenth year. She finally released her death grip on his neck and stepped back to admire her brother.

Sure, he was now a legal adult, able to see adult movies, vote, have sex and all, but somehow he never outgrew the tag "baby brother". The tag was a misnomer, given his six feet of height and broad build, but somehow it was apt when one looked closer. He still had the precociously, innocent face of a kid, to go with a simple mind. Staggeringly intelligent, but simple at heart. An unruly mop of short brown hair perched atop a pair of piercing green eyes.

"You keep getting more handsome by the day," Mackenzie giggled. "I'd so be all over you if you weren't my brother."

Sophie came over and joined the praises.

"My my," she said. "Aren't you the cutest little guy on the planet?"

"Cute?" snapped Kenzie. "Babies are cute. My brother is a sexy beast."

"Fine," conceded Sophie. "Hot sexy beast it is."

"Will the two of you stop?" he piped up, his face turning beet red. He wore a light muscle tee, which clung to his body, and faded jeans.

"Let me get your bags," he said, hurriedly grabbing their luggage and leading the way to the lofty stone manor. Mr Clark was obviously proud of his British aristocratic lineage, apparently traced back to Henry VIII, and had specifically made sure that his mansion resembled a castle.

At the entrance, they were greeted by a veritable battalion of manservants and housekeepers. They relieved Martin of the bags. The interior of the mansion was richly decorated. Rare portraits auctioned from all over the world adorned the walls, accompanying even rarer antiques. The main hall was large enough to contain a small house. Sophie was admiring a small bejewelled dagger. It lay in its gold sheath, with a single ruby embedded into the hilt.

"Got that at Sotheby's last month," announced a booming voice from behind them. Three pairs of eyes turned in unison to see the Wall Street mogul, Raymond Clark descending down the stairs. He was dressed in a custom made Armani and had his greying hair combed back neatly. He reached the foot of the stairs and resumed his explanation.

"Saint Bernardino of Siena carried it with him in medieval Italy. Any homosexual sinners were brought before him and he used this to castrate them before burning them at the stake," he said plainly. "The second it came up for auction, I knew I had to have it."

"Raymond, really?" said another voice from the top of the stairs. "Is that any way to greet our girl and her friend? With stories about medieval era saints, homosexuals and torture."

"She was admiring the dagger, Trudy. I just wanted to let her know what's special about it."

The statuesque Trudy Clark followed her husband down the stairs. Age had done little to this couple who looked classy and were in remarkably good shape given they were both in their late fifties.

"Unfortunately you see," Trudy began disdainfully. "There were godless sinners back then, just like there are now. Only difference, back then they didn't have so many LGBT, or whatever they are called, sympathisers. Find a sinner, stop their sinning."

Sophie smiled weakly, feeling a scalding anguish deep within her. Mackenzie held her hand behind her back, pressing it in solidarity. They both knew that there was an uphill battle ahead, but they wouldn't give in.

The group went to the private living room adjoining the main hall. It was small and contained several L shaped recliners. The walls displayed several pictures of Mr Clark shaking hands with important dignitaries such as Senators and businessmen.

"So, Sophie, I hear you are going to be a rich woman soon?" said Raymond, opening a bottle of his best cognac for the occasion.

"Yes, sir," she began, to be cut off by a wave of Ray's hand.

"Don't call me sir, honey. You're one of us now."

"Okay," Sophie smiled, settling into her chair. "According to my uncle, who has been my attorney and legal guardian since my parents passed..." She paused to push back the memory.

"According to him," Sophie resumed, regaining her composure. "... the trust fund they left behind in my name should mature some time next March."

"Trust funds are the best," opined Raymond. "Nothing else survives these uncertain financial times. Have you thought about what you plan to do with all that money? It will be a fair sum, given the scale of Larson Shipping."

"I haven't thought about it yet, to be honest."

"Well you get in touch with me if you're interested in investing. Even in the current economic scenario, I'll get you a good return."

"She has hardly been in this house five minutes and you're already scheming ways to steal her money," snapped Trudy. "Damnit, Ray! You're incorrigible. No 'how are you' or 'how long will you be staying', straight to her trust fund."

"What can I say?" he smirked in response. "I am what I am."

Trudy rolled her eyes and turned to Mackenzie who was quietly giggling in the corner of her couch.

"You wouldn't mind if I divorced your father, right? You see what a pain he has become to live with? Always on the damn phone or checking the stocks on his tablet."

Kenzie laughed and genially placed her arm around her brother's head. Her lips instinctively kissed his hair and her fingers affectionately patted the side of his neck. She had missed her little buddy for so long.

"Quit it!" Martin quipped, blushing furiously. Undeterred, his sister ruffled his hair and planted a soft kiss on his forehead.

"I've missed this hair for so long," she said, a little emotional strain creeping into her tone. "This lovely brown hair." Her fingers continued running through his brown locks, caressing his scalp gently, the way she knew he loved it. All throughout her life, she was sure of one and only one thing, that she adored her baby brother.

The parents smiled at each other at the sibling affection. Even Sophie forced a smile, although feeling just a bit jealous of Martin right then. Finally, Mackenzie detached herself from her thoroughly embarrassed brother.

"And what plans do you have, now that school is over?"

"I got an admit to major in Computer Science at MIT," he replied gleefully.

"And you waited till now to tell me?" Kenzie yelled incredulously. "You have some nerve, little brother. There will be revenge for that, mark my words."

"Stop scaring him," said Trudy. "He's nervous enough about leaving home as it is."

"How are classes?" Ray asked, changing conversation as some candied macaroons and vanilla ice pastry made their appearance on the table.

"It's all fine, except for the snake, Professor Hollingsworth," said Mackenzie, biting into one of the pastries. "He still insists on being as much of a pain in the ass as he possibly can. Thank God we only we have one course under him in our last semester."

"Is there any news on the relationship front, if you don't mind a mother prying?" asked Trudy good naturedly.

An unseen current coursed through Mackenzie and Sophie at once. Their faces were expressionless, belying the tension that seethed beneath the surface. Sophie's hand crept to Kenzie's but was shaken off before anyone could notice. Not the right time.

"Sadly none," Mackenzie said. "My last date was back in October and more as a favour to someone than an actual date."




White Lies



"I concur," said Sophie in her most lawyer-like tone. "We have ample evidence to believe that the future male lawyers in the state of New York shall be entirely devoid of sexiness."

The rest of the family roared out in laughter. Trudy had to lean on her husband, who was himself doubled up on the couch. Martin too held the handle of his couch for support, to prevent himself from falling over. Mackenzie silently mouthed a thanks at Sophie for diverting the situation.

"Sophie, bless you my child," said Trudy, wiping her tears. "You are a right ray of sunshine, aren't you?"

"Our little girl has a fine taste in friends," Raymond remarked, composing himself from the laughter. "Think of this as your place, Sophie. You're our other daughter from now on."

Sophie turned red at the compliment. Her lips split into her most appealing smile.

"Not your daughter," she thought, eyeing Kenzie beside her intently. "I wish I could be your daughter instead."

The funny thing about wishes is, they never come true the way you want them to.

* *

November 2012

Sophie had finally stopped crying. Her dress had damp spots where her tears had dripped off her chin. Mackenzie gave her a napkin to wipe the wet streams off her cheek, each line drawing a deep scar inside Kenzie's heart.

"Do you need some water?"

Sophie nodded slowly. Mackenzie fetched her a chilled bottle from the mini-fridge. The cold water gave some much needed life to her parched throat, worn out from crying. The water trailed down from the corners of Sophie's tilted lips down to her dress. Mackenzie watched in awe as fat droplets splashed on her breasts, splattering in slow motion.

"Start at the beginning, Soph. What happened?"

"The reality of what I was about to go through finally hit me," said Sophie. "I kept thinking of it as a wedding and not dwelling on what it actually signified, until now. Now, I suddenly realized that I am going to marry someone I barely love."

"How can you say that?" said Mackenzie, holding a hand over Sophie's mouth. "You love Martin."

"No, I don't," Sophie said angrily. "I never have and I don't think I ever will. He isn't the one for me. You are and you know it. Yet you want to keep up this charade?"

"Soph, listen to me," Mackenzie said, holding her friend's face between her palms and forcing eye contact. "He loves you. Martin loves you more than he has ever loved anyone. Don't do this to him."

"I'm sorry, Kenzie. But I don't love him back. That is the truth and he will just have to deal with it," Sophie said, defiance blazing in her eyes.

"You will HAVE to love him back. There is no other way."

"Yes there is a way," said Sophie, standing up. "I am going to call this sham of a wedding off. It's high time."

"Noooo!" replied Mackenzie, mortified. "It's too late."

"It's never too late for love," came the disembodied reply. "Our love won't be hidden any longer. It will be free, like it was always meant to be. Your parents will accept it. They have to."

"They won't. Can't you see that? They will make sure no one gets a happy ending," plead Mackenzie desperately. "Trust me, I know them."

"Then we will make our own happy ending. You and I."

Mackenzie sensed the argument slipping away from her. She knew that she needed a desperate measure to win.

"If our love meant anything to you..."

"Oh please!" swept off Sophie, disdainfully. "You've kept me a prisoner to that line for too long. It won't work this time. This wedding is over."

She turned around and stomped three steps towards the door before she heard a voice unlike she had ever heard before. It was Kenzie's, but somehow lacked the soft musical quality. It was hard and sombre and betrayed a powerful intent.

"Don't do it."

The robotic voice made Sophie stop in her tracks. Slowly, she turned around to see a stranger standing in the centre of the room. Kenzie's face had darkened. Her eyes were glassy and her brow furrowed. Her hands were clenched into fists which shook involuntarily.

"You listen to me and you listen good," she said, her tone unwavering. "You think the love we shared is strong? You haven't seen anything. It is nothing compared to the love I feel for my brother. You and I were lovers for four years. I have loved my brother from the second I laid eyes on him in the hospital. It may be inexplicable to others, but I understand it well enough. I would trade a hundred of your loves for one of those."

Mackenzie took one step closer to a bewildered Sophie. Her green eyes bored right through her.

"This is my brother's special day. He has waited so long for it, and he goddamn deserves it to be perfect. If you so much as tarnish it one tiny bit, I will hate you for the rest of your life," Mackenzie spat out. "Mark my words. You will be dead to me."

Sophie was scared. For the first time, she did not see the face of her lover, but that of a fiercely loving elder sister. One she was not going to earn the ire of. Mackenzie let her fingers go through Sophie's hair and pulled her in for a kiss. This kiss was hardly tender, but seethed with passion. Kenzie's tongue thrashed and churned inside Sophie's mouth, taking her aback with the intensity. She pulled back to see Sophie's stunned face, still trying to digest what had happened.

"Now go get married."

Sophie nodded and rushed off, her mind a tempest of thoughts. This meeting had not gone as she had planned.

It took a few long minutes for Mackenzie's pulse to return to normal. She had no idea what had come over her, but in retrospect, it made her smile.

Logic and sense sometimes can be overwhelmed by love, the most powerful motivator. Well, most powerful after fear. When love didn't work with Sophie, her mind involuntarily tried fear.

* *

December 2007

"Are we going to tell them tonight?" said Sophie, her blue eyes stared deeply into Kenzie's iridescent green irises. They sat on the ivory swing, atop the plush velvet cushions lined with golden ermine. The chains rocked them back and forth in the gazebo on the lawns outside the house.

Mackenzie looked at her, wishing she had an answer. Any answer but the one her logical mind was pushing towards her lips. Her parents dined with the likes of Pat Robertson on a moment's notice, lifelong Evangelists that they were. The Clark family was well known for their blatantly conservative views.

"We'll find a time and place," she replied finally. "We will."

The crimson sun was about to set over the horizon. The clouds around it lit up, filtering the rays till a dull orange halo spread across the sky. It illuminated the twilight, seamlessly blending into the mauve hue of the emerging night. A solitary line of light split the cerulean expanse of water, catching a yacht or a sail-boat.

"Why do people say our love is wrong?" said Sophie in a small voice, holding Kenzie's hand and softly caressing the back of her palm. "Why?"

"Because they don't know. Their perspectives of right and wrong are still skewed. It's getting better, though," Kenzie said softly.

Turning her torso towards Sophie, Mackenzie held her palm tightly.

"Close your eyes, Soph."

Their eyes closed and their fingers intertwined. Mackenzie spoke in a hollow, sepulchral voice. "We are holding hands, walking down Madison Avenue. You are wearing that azure dress that brings out your eyes so well. Your eyes, those lovely blue sapphires that light up everything they dare to gaze upon."

Sophie could feel her mind beginning to drift.

"Your ring finger has a lovely diamond ring on it. It sparkles as much as your smile. Everybody walking past us stops to stare at you. They only admire, they don't judge."

Kenzie paused for a while, weaving the fantasy some more.

"You are pushing a pram, Soph. It has our son, Roscoe. He's an adorable little boy, isn't he?"

"He is," affirmed Sophie, far removed in her thoughts.

"He's dressed pretty smartly, too. We keep walking, pushing the stroller through a crowd of smiles until we reach Giorgio's. If Roscoe is anything like his mommies, he'll love European food. Did you remember to get his formula?"

"Uh huh. It's right here in my purse."

"The entire restaurant is reserved for our family and friends. Martin is at the door to greet us. Once inside, your jaw drops in awe seeing what's inside. The elegant decorations, the people all around, the laughter and the smell of the delicious food wafting through the air."

Their fingers locked tighter. Kenzie went on.

"Right in the centre of all the merriment, is a large, three tier cake. The three tiers have three different flavours, painted in coloured swirls around the sides of the cake leading upwards. On each flat surface, there rests a candied ornament. We are standing in front of the cake, collectively holding a knife."

Mackenzie opened her eyes slowly, drinking in how beautiful Sophie looked with her eyes closed. Her mind was still in that hall, amidst all the people with Roscoe in her arms now. Kenzie leaned forward and pressed her soft lips against Sophie's, her tongue finding a way in to taste the succulent sweetness of her lover's mouth.

The initial contact took Sophie aback, unable to see it coming with her eyes closed, but she melted into it. Two pairs of ruby lips clamped together, moving against each tenderly. Their tongues played to the dying embers of the sun. Sophie's eyes opened too.

"Happy anniversary, Sophie Clark-Larson."

Sophie simply could not hold back the ocean of tears. The fountain of liquid emotion burst forth from her eyes, drenching her cheek. The tears just kept flowing, with no end in sight.

"Happy anniversary, Mackenzie Clark-Larson," she choked out between sobs.

Then they kissed, and kissed again, each tongue trying to be more ravenous than the other. The ardency of the kiss was exquisite, the passion, incomparable. Pairs of hands crept through strands of hair, drawing the other face even deeper into the sensual lip lock.

"We'll tell them soon. Very soon. We'll tell Martin first," Mackenzie plotted. "He will accept it, that I know for sure. Then, all three of us can decide how to break it to my parents."

Sophie nodded. Having seen a slice of heaven in the fantasy, she was willing to follow Kenzie's lead towards making it happen. Mackenzie was always the smart one, she would do the right thing.

Dinner was a humorous affair. Everyone seemed in a jovial mood, in no small part due to the '49 Petrus opened on the occasion of the daughter's homecoming. Only Martin sat glumly, still three years shy of his first taste of alcohol.

"... and then," said Sophie, her eyes teary from laughter. "... Kenzie here realized that what she had been using as shampoo for a month was actually liquid hair-removal wax."

"Hey!" retorted Mackenzie. "I lost a lot of hair. It wasn't funny."

"I beg to differ," interjected Trudy. "I found it hilarious."

"In that case," started Mackenzie, turning towards her parents with a salacious smile on her lips. "Wait till you hear about her 'underwear incident' at the gym."

"More wine?" offered Sophie hurriedly, before her friend could begin.

"Aww c'mon, Martin. Why so sad?" soothed Kenzie, placing her palm under his chin and clutching it. She dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "You can have some wine later if you really really want. I promise I won't tell anyone."

"It's not that," he waved off, and returned to idly twirling his fork. His eyes looked down at his plate, but he could not bring himself to eat the delicious glazed tenderloin. He stabbed at with aimlessly with his fork a few times, obviously distracted.

Mackenzie immediately knew that something was amiss. She knew her brother too well to miss a sign like this. Something plagued him. She lowered her voice again.

"Is something bothering you?"

"No," Martin lied badly.

"What is it?" she pressed on.

He looked up at her with an all too familiar expression of dread. His heart thudded against his chest and choked out any words that might have formed. He looked at his sister's kind gaze and saw a profound understanding and more love than he could ever fathom.

"I want to tell you, but not here, not now."

"Come to my room at night," she whispered, biting her lip tersely. "There is something I have been meaning to tell you too."

Martin's eyebrows shot up in surprise. He wasn't sure at first that he heard right.

"Yes, Martin. There is something I have to tell you too. Something very important. My room, after the lights go out."

He nodded. Mackenzie reached over with her fork and pierced a small chunk of tenderloin. She made sure to get the side with the honey glaze, Martin loved that. She lifted the fork to his mouth and fed him. He parted his lips just enough to accept the offering. Their parents stopped their meal to smile at each other, warmed by the tenderness between their children. Even Sophie smiled.

"I'll eat the rest," he said, taking the fork from her.

After dinner, the parents retired to their bedroom and the housekeepers got busy preparing the guest bedroom for Sophie.

"One day," she thought wistfully. "One day I won't need the guest bedroom. I can sleep in Mackenzie's bed, right by her side."

She had some work to catch up on, so she took out her laptop and started typing, her mind still resting on how they were going to break the news and how Mr and Mrs Clark would take it.

"Kenzie will think of something. She always does."

In another part of the house, an uneasy tension hung in the air. Mackenzie eyed the clock mounted on the wall and then the door. Every agonizing second tortured her. She needed her brother. She needed to hear what he had to say and tell him her own secret.

As far as Martin went, his elder sister could do no wrong. She was his hero and he worshipped her. Even though he was smarter, had the better grades and wasn't bad to look at, he always looked up to her. In return, she loved him unconditionally, even blindly. She loved every part of him, most of all his smile and would go to extraordinary lengths to see him smile.

The clock chimed ten times to herald the penultimate hour of the day. Mackenzie was broken out of her reverie by the sound of the door creaking open. A precocious face peered through the opening. She patted a part of the bed close to her. He slowly walked over, his head still slung low.

She held his hands to her chest and looked at her brother's beautiful face. An involuntary sniffle distracted her for a moment.

"What's wrong?" inquired Martin.

"It's just that..." she began, her tone trembling. "My baby brother is all grown up. I'm so happy for him, I'm crying."

She released his hands and engulfed him in a tight hug. Her hands locked around his back and she buried her face in his shoulder. A few residual tears moistened his shirt. Her palms rubbed his back gently.

"Who goes first?" he whispered into her ear.

"You do," she said, detaching herself from the hug. "You always come first."

"Okay then," he said, collecting his thoughts. She smiled, listening at rapt attention. Her hand still held both of his.

"I guess it's for the best that you are the first to hear it," Martin started. "You always know the right things to say and right things to do. I'm too shy and, honestly speaking, too scared to do it on my own."

"Go on," she urged, still holding his hands together. Her neck craned forwards and her ears pricked up, waiting for the next sentence. Every instant seemed stretched. Martin's lips opened in slow motion and the words he had been holding back came out.

"I think I'm in love with Sophie."

Mackenzie blinked. Her brain was still processing these words. She shook her head, just to ensure it wasn't a dream. He went on.

"Remember that day four years ago, when I helped you shift to your new place? I saw your roommate for the first time, and I have had feelings for her right from then. That made me a believer of love at first sight."

The words only registered superficially in Kenzie's mind, an array of thoughts ricocheting around in her skull.

"She was all I could think about -- her golden hair, her rosy lips, her gorgeous smile and her beautiful eyes. Sophie became my waking dream."

Mackenzie nodded listlessly, barely aware of her surroundings.

"I couldn't bring myself to date anyone at school. All I did was visualize her. No one else stood a chance."

He paused to look her directly in the eye and continued.

"Twice a year, you bring her over during your holidays, and twice a year, I want to go up to her and tell her how I feel. But I can't."

Martin's tone was breaking up. A hint of moisture appeared in the corner of his eyes.

"I can't, Kenzie. I just can't. I'm too scared. I'm scared she'll turn me down and it will break my heart. I'm scared you will lose your best friend because of it. I'm so scared, Kenzie, so so scared."

A tear drop dripped off his chin, but Mackenzie caught it before it touched his arm. Her delicate fingers reached up and wiped the wet trail away, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"This is probably my last chance. I will be going to MIT in the fall and the two of you will have jobs. Who knows how long it will be before we even meet again?"

Mackenzie smiled. She knew precisely what to do, but she had to make sure. Holding his chin in her palm, she asked him softly.

"Are you sure you're in love with Sophie?"

"More sure than I have been of anything in my life."

That was all she needed to hear. The heartburn of her choice segued into the warm glow of knowing she had another chance to make her brother smile. Her mind was willing to go through the sorrow, for a greater good, but there was another factor at play -- Sophie.

"Do you want me to ask her out for you?" she said, her heart shattering to pieces at the mere thought of losing Sophie.

His eyes shot up disbelievingly at hers.

"You would?"

"Of course, I would," Mackenzie replied plainly, masking the pain she felt inside. "I would do anything for you."

Martin smiled. He wasn't especially religious, but in that moment, he thanked a nameless deity for giving him the gift of such a sister. He hugged her tightly. Mackenzie could feel droplets trickling down her cheeks. Whether they were of sorrow or joy, she didn't know.

"Go to the guest room and tell Sophie I want to talk to her. Just tell her this."

Martin nodded, his eyes gleaming with gratitude.

"What about your problem?"

"It can wait," she brushed off casually. "Wasn't that important anyway."

"Are you sure? It sounded important at dinner."

"Nah... that was me being dramatic. Now go."

Martin nodded and rushed off, leaving Kenzie to her own thoughts. This was going to be hardest thing she had ever had to say and it needed to come out exactly perfect. A sexy smile stretched under silky blonde hair peeked into her room soon enough.

"You called?"

"Yes, come in and close the door," Kenzie said sullenly. Sophie approached her and put both hands on her shoulders, leaning in for a kiss, but Mackenzie shook her off. She looked into her lover's green gaze with a puzzled expression.

"What's wrong?"

"We need to talk. Something new has come up."

Sophie propped her head up on her elbows and listened intently. Mackenzie took a few minutes to organize her thoughts into coherent words before she started.

* *

November 2012

Mackenzie slumped back into her recliner, worn out from the encounter. She needed something strong to relax. The cabinet under her bureau had a bottle of Merlot. Good enough.

She poured the dark liquid into a glass and held it idly in her hand. Her wrists rolled the glass around watching the wine creep up to the rim and back down. Her eyes followed the swirling liquid in the glass, playfully falling back when it was on the brink of flowing out.




White Lies



The decision wasn't easy to make. It took a short time in the moment, but the introspection dragged on. She had never really stopped thinking about that moment. A few sips of the Merlot led to memories of that moment flooding back to her.

"Do you want me to ask her out for you?"

The exact words were forever imprinted on her brain, branded into her subconscious with red hot iron. The wound still burnt. It had not healed. It would likely never heal.

"Do you want me to ask her out for you?" she repeated to herself, enunciating every syllable in her mind. In the moment, it seemed the most natural thing to say. She didn't even think of herself and she knew she would eventually goad Sophie into going on a date, just to humour him.

Her psyche fractured in two. The bigger part assuaged her conscience by telling her she did the right thing. She did it for the first and foremost love in her life. All else came secondary to putting a smile on Martin's face. Mackenzie lived to see that smile.

The smaller part, a private corner of her mind, held a different view. That part hated her for manipulating both her friend and her brother into a relationship that could end in sorrow. The idea of it made her cringe, but she chose to look at the bright side of her actions.

She took another gulp of the Merlot.

"What if he does end up getting hurt in this relationship?"

The possibility was very real. Even Sophie had a breaking point somewhere. If she snapped, all that Mackenzie had worked so hard to build would fall to pieces. Another sip of wine passed her throat. Suddenly, she had a vision. This macabre sight floated before her eyes for a second, enough to make her stand upright.

It was Martin, looking utterly despondent. His sad eyes gazed downwards and his hands were in his pockets. He looked up to face her, his face having lost all its spark and vitality. His eyes were bereft of cheer and his expression looked ethereally hollow. Worst of all were his lips. They quivered with grief, looking like they would never smile again. Looking at that illusion, through the prism of alcohol, she knew one thing.

Martin had lost his smile.

There was a splintering sound as the glass fell from her hand to the floor. It shattered on impact, scattering transparent shards in every direction. A deep wine stain spread over the elegant Kashan carpet covering the floor.

Mackenzie ran to the bathroom. Her feet had barely made it to the basin before she doubled over and emptied the contents of her stomach into it. The bitter after taste of bile stayed in her mouth, as a second wave hurtled up her throat. Once more, she doubled over and retched.

She barely recognized the person she saw in the mirror. Her hair was tousled and her eyes were red. Her face still had fine layer of vomit over it. She wiped it off on the towel, the bitter taste still strong.

Was it her guilt? Was it the drink? Was it both?

An involuntary shudder coursed up her spine as she considered another possibility.

Was it a premonition? A sign of things to come.

Kenzie splashed some water onto her face, even drinking some to wash the taste away. The entire situation rested on a frightfully delicate balance. A small push from any side could have devastating ramifications. She had manipulated her way into a corner, hoping and praying it all played out the way she wanted it to. It was all laid out like a chain of dominoes, standing in fearful anticipation of that one push.

"No," she said firmly. "I won't let that happen. Not now. Not ever."

* *

January 2008

"So... how was the date?" preened Mackenzie, flashing a Cheshire smile at the couple. She had personally dressed Martin for the grand occasion of his first real date, and given him some pointers on what to do.

"We went to the Sea Breeze," he grinned. "I know how much Sophie likes seafood."

"The Sea Breeze?" Mackenzie gasped. "The day after New Years and with no reservation? How on Earth did you get a seat?"

"Well... I did mention my surname. Suddenly, everybody began falling over themselves to accommodate me and my lovely date."

"Wise move," Mackenzie nodded, turning her gaze to a mildly disinterested Sophie.

"How did you like it?"

Sophie did not even look her in the eye properly. Saying something about being tired, she planted a soft peck on Martin's lips and walked in the direction of the guest room. He continued beaming, his heart full of innocent, oblivious joy. Suddenly, he rushed forwards and hugged his sister. His hands encircled her torso and he whispered in her ear.

"Thank you so much for this, Kenzie. Thank you."

Mackenzie left him to change and went to Sophie's room. She lay on the bed in her night clothes, absent-mindedly fiddling with her phone. Her eyes left the screen when she heard the door slam shut.

"What was the meaning of what you did back there?" Mackenzie hissed. "You almost ruined it."

"Ruined what? A budding fake relationship?" replied Sophie sardonically.

Mackenzie stood still while Sophie raised herself off the bed and walked up to her.

"You said it was a matter of one date," Sophie whispered icily. "One date with him because he has crush on me. One lousy date."

"I know I said that, but circumstances change," Kenzie said defensively. "I thought it was a silly crush which would pass with one date."

She paused, reading Sophie's expression and trying to gauge whether she believed her lie or not. Relatively confident she had sold it, she resumed.

"But when I saw the look on his face when you guys came back, I realized it's more. He has deeper feelings for you than I knew. If you break it off now, it will hurt him immensely." Kenzie implored.

Sophie's defences were weakening. Sensing an opportunity, Mackenzie reached out and ran her fingers through her lover's hair. Their faces were close together.

"Just keep it going for some more time. Until he gets over his silly fantasy. Can you do that for me?"

The combination of Mackenzie's fingers caressing her hair and that beseeching look in her eyes meant Sophie could not refuse.

"Oh all right," Sophie sighed, resignedly.

Mackenzie clapped and hugged her lover.

"I'll go make reservations for your second date," she twittered happily. "How about The Four Seasons? It's in Manhattan, so you can go from our apartment itself and he will meet you there."

"Fine. As you wish."

"You won't regret it, Soph," Mackenzie said. "Martin's a great guy. You're luckier than you think."

There was no reply. Mackenzie turned and was at the door when she heard her roommate's soft voice again.

"Won't you kiss me good night?" Sophie whimpered.

It took all the will-power Kenzie had not to. She turned around and pursed her lips apologetically.

"Sorry. You're dating my brother now. Get your kisses from him."

Saying this, she rushed out of the guest room, leaving a distinctly morose Sophie. Once outside, she leaned against the wall, her chest heaving with the web of lies and deceit she had spun.

"It's all for the best," she rationalized. She took a deep breath and regained her bearings. There was one more stop to be made before turning in.

Martin was reading a book when his sister surprised him by jumping into his bed and cuddling him. Her fingers soon reached his ticklish areas, making him writhe with laughter. He bucked and tried to roll over, but she held on assiduously and continued his torture.

"Stop it!" he said, between giggles. There tears in his eyes as he kept laughing. "Stop it."

Eventually, Mackenzie relented and cuddled closer to him. Her arm went around his head and held him close to her heart.

"Martin Raymond Clark," she began, using all her legal aptitude. "You have been charged with going on a date with a beautiful lady and not disclosing gory details of said date to your sister. How do you plead?"

"I plead guilty, your Honour."

"This is a heinous crime of the most vile kind," she droned on. "However, given that you have a clean record and this was your first date, the state of New York offers you a chance to make amends by spilling all the details to her immediately. Do you agree?"

"Yes, your Honour."

"You may begin."

* *

November 2012

Mackenzie regained her composure and sat quietly in the corner of her room. No one looking in would have known that she had just thrown up. Her fingers played with a strand of her hair and her eyes staring at the ceiling. The thoughts still coursed through her, unable to let go of her conscience.

Invisible forces pulled at her heart strings, tugging them in different directions. The conflict ached in every inch of her body, masked by the contemplative look which now settled on the building outside the window.

At first she did not hear the knock on the door, lost in her thoughts. A slightly harder repetition snapped her back to the present. Her thoughts still far removed, she made her way to the door and opened it.

It was the face from her nightmare - Martin looking down at the floor with a look of dejected resignation in his eyes. His hands were in his pockets. Slowly, he raised his face to hers. His cheeks were drenched in tears and hollow from crying. Worst of all, his smile was missing, lost in a saline flood of sadness.

"She walked out on me..."

Those five simple words had the cumulative effect of a car crashing straight into her. Mackenzie stepped back, recoiling. Her hand went to her lips and the other one clutched her heart. The blood drained off her face, scrambling to save her treacherous heart which was beating in overdrive. Every single beat of it echoed loudly against her ribs, until she was afraid they would give way and her heart would burst out of her body.

Her petite hands reached out and cradled his face. His green eyes shimmered with wetness and seemed larger than ever. She brought them closer to her own green irises. Kenzie willed him to smile, but his lips would not curl upwards. They just would not.

"Martin, baby. I'm so sorry."

His lips twitched, he did not say anything. Unable to look him in the eye any more, Mackenzie tore her gaze away and looked downwards. Her eyes came to a chilling halt when they saw his pockets. His hands were still buried inside, but there was a large stain creeping out from each pocket. She grabbed his wrists and held them up to her face, seeing a symmetric gash across each one. Blood seeped out and crept down his forearm. Martin's expression still did not change.

There was an even more pronounced knock on the door. Mackenzie almost fell off her chair with shock. Her heart was racing and her pulse was erratic. She took several deep breaths and calmed herself. Her pulse gradually normalized. She smoothed her dress and walking to the door, opened it slowly.

For a second, she thought she was still dreaming. Martin stood in front of her, his hands idly fiddling inside his pockets. He looked up at her with half smile playing on his lips.

"Martin! What are you doing here?"

"Nice to see you too," he said with a smirk. "May I come in?"

She led him inside and closed the door behind him. Martin settled himself on the couch and patted on the coffee table. His sister sat beside him.

"I need to ask you something," he said.

Mackenzie nodded, listening intently.

"Last night, I saw Sophie standing on the balcony staring at nothing. It looked like she was crying, but when I came closer, she ran away."

Martin looked up at his sister's face.

"I know I've asked you this before and each time you've said the same thing. Ever since we were engaged, Sophie has seemed kind of distant."

"She has?" Kenzie replied, already rehearsing the speech in her mind.

"She spends hours lost in thought, looking at the scenery. Other times, she is restless and uneasy. Do you know what may be bothering her?" he asked with oblivious innocence. "After all, you are her best friend."

"You're her fiancé. You should ask her."

"I've tried," he said, dejectedly. "She always waves it off. If I go on, she gets angry and throws a fit."

"She does get bothered easily," Kenzie said. "It's nothing. Just the way she is."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I am. What else could it be?"

Martin bit his lip softly, unsure if he wanted to say it.

"Maybe she doesn't love me," he finally forced out in a barely audible voice. "Maybe she thinks this marriage is a mistake."

"She loves you," Kenzie sprang up, holding his shoulders.

"She never shows it," he continued in his sad voice. "No kissing. No holding hands. Nothing. She just hovers around me like a stranger."

"She loves you," his sister repeated, with more conviction in her tone. "She's never been the very outwardly romantic kind. I've seen her and her boyfriends in the past, honey. Sophie never shows her love like other girls."

"I don't know," he said, his voice shaking a bit.

Kenzie sat down on the coffee table, opposite to him. She ran her fingers through his hair until they were locked around the back of his head and drew him closer.

"Listen to me," she said firmly. "Sophie loves you. When we talk, she can't stop telling me how much she loves you. That love runs deeper than the holding hands and kissing kind. She may not show it, but she truly has feelings for you."

Her searching eyes hypnotised Martin. Once more, her word overshadowed his reason. He knew deep within that Mackenzie would never lie to him. Every word which passed her lips was like the Gospel for him.

"She just has some wedding jitters. All girls do. Nothing to worry about."

"If you say so," he conceded, somewhat reluctantly.

"Now you listen to me, Martin," she said. "There is a girl out there about to marry you and you're in here talking to your boring old sister? Get out there and enjoy your last few hours of freedom before you're a married man for God's sake! Go knock up a bridesmaid or something."

"Kenzie!" he said, blushing furiously.

"Okay. I take that back. No need to knock up anyone. How was your bachelor party?" Kenzie said, desperate to defuse the conversation.

"Not the stuff a brother tells his sister."

"You're no fun," she pouted playfully. "I'll get it out of you yet. Could you leave me alone for a few, hun? There are some people in San Francisco I need to talk to regarding my new position there from tomorrow."

Martin held her tightly once more and stepped back. He was almost out the door when Mackenzie spoke up again.

"And could you be a darling and tell room service to send up another Merlot? I'm going to need one if I have to tolerate those pretentious computer junkies on Skype."

He nodded and left with a wink. Immediately, Kenzie collapsed on the couch, her mind reeling with the sheer complexity of the web she had woven. Everywhere she looked, she saw lies. Lies piled on more lies to form an illusion for the world. She really needed that second Merlot.

"At least I will be gone tomorrow," she thought. "Far away from Sophie."

Far away from the monster she had created.

* *

May 2011

"I can't do this any longer," Sophie wailed piteously. Her head immediately returned to the toilet, emptying another wave of semi digested food into it. Mackenzie held her hair and lifted her head out. She looked truly miserable.

"Last night, after dinner, he took me on a walk around the lake. Then he kissed me," she went on, sobbing like a baby. "He kissed me and even as we kissed, all I could think of was you."

Mackenzie listened, but did not speak. The dim disquiet in their bathroom was punctuated only by Sophie sobbing and throwing up.

"Shh... there there," Kenzie cooed into her ear, softly stroking her scalp.

"Don't touch me," Sophie snarled, shoving her hand off. "DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME!"

Kenzie recoiled. Sophie finally staggered to her feet and fixed her former lover in an icy glare.

"It has been three years, Kenzie. Three. Fucking. Years!"

"I'm sorry," said Mackenzie. "I didn't know things would play out this way."

"Play out this way?" growled Sophie. "This is a fucking game to you? This is my life we're talking about and I'm dating the wrong person."

"Martin is a great guy."

"But he's not the one I'm in love with," she cried. "That's you and always will be you."

Sophie suddenly reached out with her toned arms, grabbing Kenzie's petite frame and pressing it against her lithe, athletic body.

"You don't even kiss me any more, Kenzie," Sophie said, her eyes brimming with wetness. "It's like I'm a stranger to you."

"You're not a stranger, Soph. You're my best friend and will always be that."

"But I don't want to be your best friend," was the shrill response. "I want more, Mackenzie Clark. I want to be your lover. I want to hold you in my arms and kiss every part of you. I want to make love to you and feel you make love to me. I want to run through the streets holding your hand and scream our love from every rooftop."

"I want to as well," Kenzie said, stifling a sob. "For four years that was all I wanted. But now, I can't have that."

Unable to be near Sophie any longer, Mackenzie ran into the room and curled up into a ball on the bed. She had coerced her friend, manipulated her, used her -- and despite it all, Sophie still found the strength within her to return all that with love.

"Why can't she get over me?" Mackenzie screamed into her subconsciousness. "Like I got over her."

She knew it was a blatant lie, but one she was determined to convince herself. Things had reached a stage where the alternative would be worse. Summoning up all her resolve, Mackenzie walked back to the bathroom.

Sophie lay on the floor, her beautiful body spent from crying. Exhaustion had sent her to dreamland, her mascara wickedly ruined by wet streaks. Her expensive dress barely shielded her from the cold marble. Kenzie lifted her limp form and slung her arm over her shoulder to support her.

"Why don't you love me anymore, Kenzie?" Sophie mumbled. "What did I do to you? Please tell me, Kenzie. Please tell me what I did to you. I promise I won't do it again, Kenzie. I promise."

The rest of the words were rendered incoherent by a fresh wave of sobbing.

"I promise I will do whatever you ask me to do, Mackenzie. I will do anything if you will love me again."

Kenzie slowly lay her down on the bed. A stray strand of blond hair came over her face, so Kenzie tucked it beneath her ear. Her hand stayed on her cheek, softly rubbing it with the back of her fingers.

"I'm all alone, Mackenzie. All alone. Why can't you see that? Why can't you see how much I love you?"

There was a moment of weakness, a moment so fleeting that one would miss it in a blink. An unseen current sparked at the part of Sophie's cheek where Mackenzie's fingers caressed the silky smooth skin. The charge of a million fireflies erupted from the point of contact, racing through both bodies and uniting them in the special knowledge of the love they had missed.

"Forgive me, Martin," Kenzie thought, even as her lips inched across the void between the bodies. "Give me the strength to forgive myself."

Their lips made contact, slowly, reverently. There was not an iota of haste, their bodies took charge and made sure the moment lingered. Their tongues played against each other, demurely waltzing to a tune long neglected. Sophie's hands reached up and pulled Kenzie's head towards her. Her fingers delved into the brown locks she missed for so long.

Mackenzie kissed down her neck, her hands pushing back the fabric to be able to see her breasts. They sprang into view, ripe, perky and as enticing as she remembered. Her lips latched onto a nipple while her fingers gently toyed with the other.

Sophie suddenly flipped the bodies over. She raised herself on her palms above Kenzie so her pendulous breasts hung at the level of her mouth. Mackenzie lost herself in the slow swing of the nipples, inches from her lips. She stuck her tongue out, following the harmonic oscillation. At the lowest point of every swing, the nipple touched her tongue, until she took it a step further by sucking it into her mouth. Sophie moaned and fed her the other nipple. She climbed down until their faces were tantalizingly close.




White Lies



They kissed, two pairs of ruby lips seamlessly merging into one sensual entity. The tongues resumed their duet. Their bodies were close, so close that each could feel the other's heart beat. So close that an intrinsic connection formed between the former lovers, two souls finding the rhythm that once made them whole.

They found, and yet they searched. Each tongue searched deep within the other's mouth. Searching for that completeness which transcends space and time. Searching for the love which none can hope to replicate. Searching for themselves in the other.

Sophie broke the kiss and looked to see two emeralds staring back at her. The angle of the light and residual moisture in Mackenzie's eye created an illusion of flecks of light dancing in a shimmering green pool.

Sophie's roving lips travelled to her soul mate's breast. Her tongue wrapped around a nipple, rubbing against the areola and spurring Kenzie to stratospheric levels of pleasure. Her fingers trailed lower until they were at the entrance to Mackenzie's pussy. With the pad of the index finger, she traced the labia majora, probing just inside to feel the fleshy wetness.

Kenzie groaned and bucked herself off the bed, letting the fingers push deeper into her. There were more fingers now - two or three, she did not know for sure. Sophie flicked her wrist over and over, letting three fingers rub against Kenzie. Mackenzie gently held Sophie's head, feeding more of her breast to her, almost nursing her.

Mackenzie moaned softly. Sophie's tongue went from one nipple to the other and back unpredictably. There was no warning when one nipple would be the target of her attentions. The dexterous tongue left the nipples and began licking all over the breasts themselves. Eddies of pleasure radiated through Kenzie's torso, her breasts heaving and falling with each breath she took.

Sophie's mouth went lower, kissing the smooth white skin. It felt so soft, so supple between her lips. Mackenzie closed her eyes, surrendering herself to the sensory wave which was about to overwhelm her. Her hands involuntarily went to Sophie's hair, entangling themselves among the gorgeous honey blonde strands. Sophie continued kissing devotedly, making each impression of her lip on the porcelain white skin with the utmost tenderness. The lips slowly worked their way down to what she had missed the most.

Kenzie parted her legs invitingly, exposing her luscious wetness. Sophie crawled between her legs and crouched, as if in deep worship. Her fingers sank deep into the fleshy crevices on either side of the shaven lips. Mackenzie moaned when she massaged her thighs. Looking past the juicy treasure displayed before her, Sophie kissed along the inner thighs, desperate for this encounter to last.

"Kenzie, thank you for this," Sophie said. "Thank you for letting me do this."

Unbeknownst to her, a little part of Mackenzie died with every passing moment. Here she was, letting her brother's girlfriend cheat on him. The very thought of it warped her heart. But she knew why she was doing it and earnestly hoped she could forgive herself when it was over.

Her recrimination was interrupted by Sophie running her tongue over her clit. Sophie placed her thumbs on either side of the clit, stretching the skin apart and making the nub protrude out ever so slightly. Mackenzie could feel her hot breath against her exposed wetness while Sophie breathed deeply, inhaling the the intoxicating scent of need.

Sophie locked her lips around Kenzie's clit, sucking on it. The tip of her tongue flicked it inside her mouth, making Kenzie writhe with pleasure. Sophie admirably kept her mouth steady on the clit. The clit swelled inside her mouth, responding to her. Her slender index finger plunged deep within the fleshy opening just underneath.

Now Sophie's tongue nestled against the length of Mackenzie's slit, her taste buds absorbing the sweet flavour emanating from within. Sophie retracted her tongue, then thrust it back inside. She curled it upwards, tasting every inch. Her fingers came down to the sides of the vagina, pulling it apart and licking inside the gape.

Kenzie felt her vision get blurry. Pleasure as she had once known cascaded through her in torrents, reaching every nerve ending inside her and lighting it up in a fiery blaze. Goose-flesh rippled across her, amplifying her sense of touch.

Two of Sophie's fingers entered her, feeling the walls close down around them. She hooked her fingers and rolled them in waves, making Kenzie's pelvis rock in sync. Her tongue continued its gentle ministrations on the clit and around it.

Mackenzie felt the familiar fade to black approaching. The blackness crept up on her from all sides. Sophie sensed the imminent explosion and positioned her lips in place. Her fingers brushed against the G spot one last time and Mackenzie screamed hysterically, letting all restraint loose.

Sophie watched hungrily as liquid satin flooded the lips splayed out in front of her. It gushed but did not squirt out at her, instead flowing out in a stream of ambrosia. Her tongue let it pool and then swallowed it into her mouth, savouring every drop.

A sheen of sweat was plastered all over Mackenzie. The world came back into focus from the psychedelic technicolour of her orgasm. Shapes floated in her field of vision and she felt weak from the sheer force of the climax.

Sophie clambered up her body once more, smiling for the first time in ages. Mackenzie held her in her arms and tasted her own juices off Sophie's tongue.

"This was to give you strength, Soph," she whispered. "Strength to be the girlfriend Martin deserves. Please do that."

Sophie nodded, the gloom in her face lifted by the act of making love.

The next date rolled around in a few days and for the first time, Sophie looked vibrant and eager. She hugged Martin and kissed him a number of times throughout the journey, through dinner and while they took a stroll.

When they returned to the fancy apartment, he was still in the clouds. Mackenzie greeted them with a wide smile.

"How goes the happy couple?"

"We're fine, Kenzie. I'll just go freshen up," said Sophie, going into the bathroom.

"What about you, Martin?"

"Well, I wanted to show you something," Martin said excitedly. "Now that Sophie's not here, look at this."

Martin eagerly took out a felt box from his pocket. He opened it to reveal a gold ring with three perfectly cut diamonds placed in a triangle, adorning a brilliant sapphire in the centre.

"I'm gonna propose on our next date," he said gleefully, oblivious to his sister's rising tension.

* *

November 2012

Sophie sat in her room, unsure of what to do next. All avenues seem to close around, leading her towards one path. That path was covered in broken glass and led down the aisle with the brother of the woman she loved.

She hated herself for being so weak. She and Martin were more alike than she liked to admit. Out of a misplaced sense of love, neither of them could not say no to Mackenzie. He was blind and unaware throughout, while she let herself be manipulated with her eyes wide open. That was probably worse.

The corrected wedding dress fit her perfectly. She sat all alone in her room in silent, terrifying anticipation. There was still a shoulder clasp which came loose, startling her. She reached up to put it back together, when she felt a soft hand over hers.

Sophie did not even turn around as Kenzie clasped her dress and lovingly patted her shoulder. Her eyes remained disenchanted and melancholy, studying the object of her affection in the mirror. She hated how even after all that she had done to her, Mackenzie remained the cynosure of her eyes. There was simply no denying the pathological weakness Sophie had for her.

"Hi."

"Go away," said Sophie, not even looking in her direction.

Kenzie sat down beside Sophie and placed a palm on the back of her neck. She knew how much Sophie liked that.

"Honey, I'm sorry about earlier."

"It's okay," said Sophie in her lifeless voice. "I don't want to talk to you any more."

Mackenzie felt a tearing agony within her. She looked at Sophie and could not help but feel a pang of sorrow at how she felt.

"It'll all work out for the best. Wait and see."

There was still no discernible response from the other side. Sophie remained coldly impassive, determined to deny Mackenzie the pleasure of convincing her why the wedding is a good idea again.

Mackenzie got up from her chair and walked to the door. Sophie's heart skipped a beat when she heard the latch click shut behind her. In the mirror, she saw the svelte form of Mackenzie walk up to her, her hips swaying with every step. Soon, two sets of slender fingers were placed on her shoulders. Kenzie massaged her gently, not saying anything.

Try as she might, Sophie found herself melting into the soothing touches. Mackenzie trailed her fingers along her shoulders and clavicles, massaging her gently. Her eyes looked down at the mass of blonde hair. One of her hands reached up and parted it.

"There was a time when I would have traded the world to be sitting beside you in a wedding dress," she whispered.

"What happened?"

"I don't know," said Mackenzie, her voice disembodied. "There was a battle between loves and the greater love won."

"Where did we go wrong?" Sophie asked.

"I don't know," Kenzie repeated. "I really don't."

"Is it too late?"

Mackenzie took a deep breath and spoke. "My parents hosted a fund raiser last week for some glorified neo-Nazis, all because they promised to start a movement outlawing homosexuality. Are these the people you want in your life? They will not stand by and let us be."

Sophie forced a weak smile thinking of the malice that Kenzie implied. Mackenzie's arms wrapped around her neck and face was right beside hers.

"Look at us," she said. "Two lovers born out of time. Time, attitudes, circumstances -- no one did like us."

Turning Sophie's head towards her, Kenzie kissed her. This kiss was longer than the forced one earlier. Her tongue rolled and stirred inside Sophie's mouth. Their soft lips clung on to each other, afraid to let go. Mackenzie made her head oblique to accommodate more of the foreign tongue inside her and push her tongue deeper into Sophie's mouth. Her hand held Sophie's cheek, her thumb making a slow circle along the pliable skin.

When they disengaged, Mackenzie saw that look of gratitude in Sophie's eyes which told her she had won the battle. The kiss had served its purpose. It had given Sophie enough strength to endure.

"Now go be the bride my brother deserves."

* *

May 2011

"No! This farce has gone far enough."

Mackenzie did not even know what to say. Her brother's decision to propose had left her with an insurmountable obstacle to deal with.

"Sophie, just think it over once," she implored, her tone reeking of futility.

"It should never have come to this," growled Sophie, defiantly. "It's all your fault."

"Yes it is," said Kenzie, tears brimming in her eyes. "It is entirely my fault. Blame me. Hurt me. Do what you want to me. But please don't hurt Martin."

"Don't turn this around on me. It's all on you," said Sophie, her voice betraying no emotion. "You hurt him."

Those three words had the effect of a rapier plunged straight into her heart. Her soul fractured, a heat-laden fissure running through her core. Mackenzie's heart was beating in overdrive, running out of options to convince Sophie to even consider the proposal.

Sophie spoke up again. "You have two choices, Mackenzie. Either you can tell him before the date and spare him the indignity of having his proposal rejected in public, or I can break his heart by saying NO to him myself."

She forced a smirk for good measure, seeing the perplexed expression on Mackenzie's face slowly change to the horrified realization of what she had put into motion. Sophie even allowed herself a small pleasurable sensation seeing the look of resignation slowly dawn on her face. Her head dropped and she stood rooted to the spot for a small eternity. When Kenzie raised her face again, it was barely recognizable. It had lost all signs of life and vitality and turned into a mask of hopeless dread.

And she only had herself to blame.

When she walked, it seemed like every step took a monumental amount of effort. Her legs somehow dragged Mackenzie's forlorn body into the bathroom. The door slammed shut.

Sophie celebrated a quiet vindication against Mackenzie. She needed this, to prove to herself that she was stronger than her desire for love. Love that had been vivisected with impunity by Mackenzie till it screamed in pain and bled.

"We will be together soon enough," was the singular thought running through Sophie's mind.

There was the sound of flushing from inside. Sophie waited for Kenzie to come through the door and finally admit defeat. Finally admit that this fake relationship was over. Her wait lengthened, stretching on longer than it should have.

Suddenly, there was a thud from within. The sound galvanized Sophie into action. She kicked the door open and stood, mortified at the sight before her. All her triumphant bravado from earlier went up in smoke seeing her roommate curled on the floor with an empty bottle of Ambien rolling beside her.

All was still, frozen in time. Sophie forgot to breathe, seeing the twitching form lying on the cold floor. Her eyes remained riveted to the closed eyes and the still lips of someone she used to know.

Mackenzie was asleep, finally at peace with herself.

The subsequent events were a blur. Sophie called up EMT's from St. Luke's Hospital who were barely five minutes away. They carried the limp form over to the hospital and began their desperate attempts at reviving Kenzie.

Sophie could not think. She could not feel. Her mind was shrouded in a numbing haze of conflict and guilt. Both those feelings were completely irrational and at odds with the haughty disdain she felt earlier.

The dim lights in the waiting room cast a long shadow against the wall. Sophie paced it nervously, unsure of everything she was sure of just a while back. This vicissitude had completely blindsided her.

A metaphorical aeon passed before a doctor came out and went to her.

"We have managed to pump the drugs out of her system. You can go talk to her now."

Her legs felt weak under her, struggling under the weight of indecision. Every step was laboured. The corridors dragged on painfully, bringing her closer to an encounter she would have sold her soul to avoid.

Sophie entered the ward, seeing Mackenzie supine on the bed, a dreamy look on her face. Her glassy eyes stared at the ceiling, looking at nothing in particular. Nervously, Sophie sat down beside her.

"Why did you save me?" whispered Mackenzie, her eyes not shifting from the ceiling.

There was no reply. Just an empty silence.

"Why did you save me?" she repeated. "You hate me, don't you? You should have let me die."

Words formed somewhere within Sophie but got lost in transit to her tongue. She opened her mouth, and nothing came out. The silence screamed for itself.

"You hate me and what I have put you through, right? Then why did you save me?"

There was still no coherent reply. Finally, Mackenzie turned her gaze towards her friend and asked in a steely tone.

"Answer me. Why the fuck did you save me?"

"Because..." Sophie started. "... I'm in love with you."

"Then you should have let me die. Dying is better than sitting beside Martin and wiping his tears after you turn down his proposal."

The sentence hung in the air like a spectre. Sophie shuddered inwardly.

"It's not fair that I force you to be engaged to someone you don't want to get engaged to, but it's not fair either that I have to live to see the aftermath of your date. I love him way too much to bear being the cause behind his hurt."

There was a deluge of thoughts in Sophie's mind. Her grand plan had spun out badly. She could not even bear to think of Mackenzie dead. No matter how much her mind wanted to hate her, her heart still loved her. This love was primal, elemental, passionate and simply too powerful to deny.

Sophie gulped. Kenzie continued in her monotone. "Just go away and let me die in peace."

There was complete silence in the room for a few minutes.

"I'll say yes."

Mackenzie dared not believe her ears. She turned her head to see Sophie biting her lip.

"I'll do it, Kenzie. I'll accept his proposal."

"You will?" was the incredulous reply, Mackenzie's mind still not having come to terms with it.

"Yes I will," Sophie said, nodding slowly. "I love you with all my heart and if it means that much to you, I will go through with it."

Even through all her medication, Kenzie smiled.

"Will you give me the strength to go through with it, Kenzie?"

"Of course I will. I will give you all the strength you need when I get better," said Mackenzie. "You won't tell anybody about this, will you?"

"No."

The doctor came in. Sophie took her leave, walking out with a heavier soul than she came in with. Mackenzie sat up gingerly while the doctor checked the parameters on the instruments hooked up to her.

"Did she believe you?" he asked.

"Yes. She believed me."

"I don't know why you did it," said the doctor, adjusting his glasses. "... taking a mild sedative and faking suicide."

"It's none of your business," she said, taking the useless IV drip out of her arm. "You'll have the money in your account by tomorrow."

The doctor left her, thinking about how his life had suddenly become easier with the fortuitous infusion of cash. He could finally get some breathing room to deal with his debts now. When the heiress Mackenzie Clark made the suggestion, he immediately agreed and sent an EMT team with very specific instructions to look urgent. They too would be getting their shares for their part in the charade.

Mackenzie recalled how she flushed the Ambien down the toilet, made the phone call and took the sedatives. Her plan worked perfectly, twisting Sophie's inherent weakness back against her. Now she would not say "no".

It was surprising how lucidly her mind worked putting the whole plan together. There she was a few hours ago, a bottle of Ambien in hand, ready to end what she had begun, when she realized that she was all that was holding this fragile illusion together. With her out of the picture, Martin's dream would collapse on itself, crushing him under the sheer weight.

"This is all for you, baby brother," she said to herself. "When I said I'd do anything for you, I meant it."

She also felt a pang of sorrow for Sophie and how she had been manipulated yet again.

"It's all for the best, Soph, you'll see. You'll eventually grow to love him."

This phony rationalization sustained her until she cuddled in the soft mattress and drifted off to sleep.

* *

November 2012

"Sophie Larson. I know how silly this sounds, but I knew this day would come the first time I lay eyes on you. It was this strange, subconscious longing that refused to let go. I loved you from that very moment.

"Your blue eyes, your sweet smile and those strands of honey blonde hair. They held an allure of their own. I lost myself in that sight. When I closed my eyes, I saw you, when I opened my eyes, I wanted to see you.

"I promise, Sophie, that I shall stand by your side through happiness and sorrow, sickness and health, and I will give you more love than any man has ever given his wife. Our love will be stuff of legend. Scribes will write about it and minstrels will sing it to the stars. It shall be embroidered into the night where all can gaze upon its perfection and feel blessed to be witness to it.

"As Dr Suess said, 'You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.' From the second I place this ring on your finger, I will never want to sleep again because the reality that you are finally my wife will be my waking dream."




White Lies Ch. 02



(There is almost no sex in this story so be warned. 

Some of you asked for an ending, my thought was that the story already was finished. I love to leave thoughts in a reader's mind, yet this story has received the most responses to my poor attempts at writing.

So I actually found myself forced to think, the truth is that when I write I seldom do think.

Yes, some of you may have noticed that, also..:).

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So we have a man completely in love, content, whose world is suddenly shattered by a discovery. His woman he believes continues an affair, oddly for no real defined reason other than the other male was her first. Perhaps an attempt to recapture a moment in a past time, who knows?

It should be clear that it was not due to love.

Even she does not realize the evil that is inside her sometimes illicit mate, some males take great care to hide their inner truths.

The first reaction in the faithful husband is rage, the second a plan to create mayhem. Because physically he is not a match for his tormentor, his plan entails an equalizer.

Insane? Yes. Does it happen? Yes. Are his thoughts misdirected? Yes, again.

And then the daughter, not his blood but his nonetheless? Walker would go to any lengths to protect her above all else.

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So I had to think. I know what some might do, but all I could think of was what I might do.

Then I had to decide what actually could happen?}

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Walker knew the moment his daughter Sara stepped out of the taxicab that something was wrong.

He had somehow missed the tension in her voice when she called to say she was coming home. Normally noting that would have been instant.

His wife Carla was from all signs he could see, carrying on a long term relationship with a former lover.

This created distractions, upsets in what was a good and happy, even peaceful life. Not knowing the real truth, suspicious of her denials, his mind whirled with torment even as he somehow managed to keep the outward appearance of normalcy.

Like some, Walker had a tendency to keep upsets bottled up inside, hidden.

Now glancing out past the curtain as Sara stepped from the cab, Walker knew she was unhappy.

A man does not lovingly raise a child from birth all the way to becoming a beautiful young woman without having that intimate bond that is difficult to explain. 

From the very moment her shock of red hair appeared impossibly between the outstretched legs of his slender wife, his life became complete. There no longer was that underlying uncertainty about his future, about what tomorrow might bring.

That moment was the most intense in his entire life, and like Walker nearly always did in times of stress, he cracked a joke.

"That's impossible! I almost can't get my...." He blurted out without thinking. Carla lay there with her legs splayed widely, naked to the waist and surrounded by people, her vagina open hugely.

All of them knew instantly what he nearly said.

The entire room cracked up, even Carla burst out laughing, causing his little Sara to come popping right out of there.

"We should put this guy on the payroll!" One older nurse wisecracked right back, causing even more peals of laughter.

When the nurses handed the bundle to him and he looked down at her shiny red face, that private bond was total. He would have kept her there forever in his arms, but one of the nurses finally came and took her, having to pry a tiny hand loose from one of his fingers.

From that moment on, Walker always knew what she needed without words. Somehow they spoke to each other with motions, body language, a mental thing.

+++

Now a tall and beyond belief beautiful young woman, he felt that flash of pride he always felt in her. His daughter was dressed simply in a light green blouse and tan slacks with a matching businesslike vest, her long flowing red hair a color that so many women try to achieve yet fail. The look was that of a conservative young lady.

Yet Walker also saw her body speak, it showed clearly that she was upset about something.

He stepped out onto the porch concerned, actually grateful that his wife Carla was still at her work at the hospital. 

Carla certainly loved their daughter, that much was completely obvious, but Sara had always come to Walker first instead of her Mother when anything bothered her. 

For some reason, speaking to her Mother about very personal concerns was more difficult. Carla had even come to accept that, Sara was always hesitant with her about personal issues.

Sara had no such difficulty at all with her Daddy.

It was always that way, long before she had come to him at age 11 and asked him to check here "there" because she was bleeding. Even Walker was mildly surprised at that, partly due to the ease with which she discussed it, and partly because she was barely 11.

There was no fever, no signs of illness or even real discomfort, so he knew what was happening.

He gently explained that to her, he had already mentioned some of it in passing, but really had expected it to be another couple of years.

He did go get Carla, asked her to show Sara what to do to care for herself. Then he went and sat in his chair, shaking out his newspaper, grinning to himself.

"We are seeing that more and more at the hospital, girls becoming women at an early age." Was all Carla said when he spoke to her later that night.

"I wanted her to stay a little girl forever." Walker answered, holding her close.

"I know, honey. Believe me, I know."

By age 12 Sara had obvious breasts and was totally concerned about it, doing everything she could to hide that. 

By age 13 she was simply spectacular and a totally relaxed young lady. She retained the basic sense of modesty Walker had instilled in her, yet there was no way at all to hide what she developed into.

The transition was so fast it was almost startling. One day he was busy removing everything that had a sharp or hard edge in the entire house, anything small enough that it might fit into her mouth. 

He carefully cut the loops that hung down for drawing the curtains, then tied them up high so there was no chance Sara could reach them.

Everything that could possibly harm his treasure got changed or removed.

It seemed that the next day he was worried as she rode off on a bike, after insisting that he remove the training wheels. He did that with reluctance, then she smiled and hopped on, flying though the air over the curb and off down the street she went.

Next she took the wheel of the car, so he sat and looked out the window that first time until he saw the machine turn the corner and come up their driveway. He was also careful to make sure she did not see him watching for her, that did no good because she just grinned at him knowingly when she walked in the door.

Walker had taken great pains in explaining to his little girl all about boys and what they wanted, what their drive was like. He told her firmly that he wanted her to be pure for the man she chose, and that if she was, it was a magic thing.

She smiled and promised. Her Daddy was always right.

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The day he watched as she went down the long walkway towards the airplane was like something was torn loose from him.

Life took another change. His wife Carla became more distant, moody. At first his thinking was that she was missing Sara since he certainly was, but finally he realized that it was more than that.

Then came the day Carla sprang that surprise on him.

Her earlier lover, from over two decades ago, back in town? Working with her on a nearly daily basis, asking her out, even knowing she was married? Pestering her for dates?

It was bad enough that any man would pursue her, knowing she was spoken for, but a past lover?

Then she told Walker she would like to? 

His easy and relaxed life suddenly became one of pain, of suspicion. Bitter that she could even suggest such a thing, he stormed out. 

Walker's usual mild and calm manner vanished in an instant. Even his wife Carla was surprised at his reaction. Walker left, moved out. She would never have dreamed he would, no matter what.

The final confrontation at the hospital where she worked had been ugly. He had made threats, terrible ones from a moment of rage.

Even her promises that nothing would happen did not completely solve the problem, Walker now was reasonably sure that something had been going on, and for a very long time.

Finally after sitting down and having a long talk, he relented and returned home to a somewhat uneasy peace.

Those words, once spoken, remained.

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Sara leaned over and paid the driver, then looked up and saw Walker. She ran all the way up the concrete walkway and hugged him, then instantly broke down into sobs.

He reached around her waist, steered her inside the house and sat down with her on the couch. It took several long minutes before she could compose herself enough to talk.

"I caught him cheating on me!" She managed finally, then broke down in more tears.

"Oh, God. I am so sorry, honey." He held her snugly for another few moments.

"I loved him, I was going to marry him! Then he was...having sex with that Marilyn from down the hall...I caught them!" The words came in a torrent, between sobs.

"It's better to find out now than find out too late, honey." Walker said, his mind flashing to his own problems with his wife Carla.

"He wanted to have sex with me but I wanted to wait, to be married like you always told me was so important! I don't know, maybe..maybe I should have? Then he wouldn't have...?" She was beginning to calm down enough to speak.

"No. It's best to wait, honey. To be sure, sex is important in life but if the guy really does love you, then he will wait also. If he could go to another woman at all, then he was going to do it anyway." He told her. 

"I did it for him, Daddy. You know? With my hands? Why wasn't that enough?" She asked him bluntly.

That part Walker didn't want to know about.

"Some men just don't have it in them to be faithful, sweetie. Those kind are the wrong choice for you." Was the best he could manage.

"I guess you are right, Daddy. But I bet I am the only 22 year old virgin in the entire College!"

"That is probably true, honey!" He laughed at that, getting a rewarding giggle from Sara.

He also felt a small trace of pride at her admission.

"So what am I going to do?" She asked.

"Well, you are here and he isn't, so I guess you already did do what you needed to."

"I dropped out of school, Daddy. Can I live here with you guys?" She asked.

"Yes, of course. As long as you want to, but school? That is so important. Maybe you can finish your schooling at the local State college? Your room is just like you left it, the school is close, it will be easy." He encouraged.

Walker was completely delighted at the prospect.

"Good, thank you Daddy." She smiled, the only feature Sara had that was exactly like her Mother was that smile. It started at the corners of her mouth, then spread until all of her face was smiling. Her brilliant green eyes took on the same round shape that Carla's blue eyes did.

For just an instant, he saw his wife's features in her face, the slight differences enough to make Sara a raving beauty rather than the more average appearance of Carla.

So many times Walker had noted how similar they were, yet so different. Carla had an outward appearance and manner that made men look and not be quite sure why at first, Sara was classic in her beauty. 

Still, in certain moments, it was clear they were Mother and Daughter.

For an instant, a feeling of sadness passed over him. "0.00% chance" The DNA report had read.

That quickly passed, Sara was his. His from the instant she slid out into his world. The nurse had even handed her to him first, knowing wisely from a glance that he needed desperately to hold her, touch her.

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The phone rang, Walker got up to answer. It was a male voice, asking for Sara. Walker instantly knew that this was the boyfriend.

"It's for you, honey." He told her.

"Who is it?" She asked. Walker just shrugged.

Some things his daughter needed to handle on her own.

"Hello." She said, after taking the phone. Then she listened for quite a long time, not saying a word.

"You can just go stick it in that Marilyn, you bastard, because you will never stick it in me, you little SHIT! You can just go FUCK yourself!" She slammed the receiver down.

Walker blinked. Those were the first words of profanity he had ever heard his daughter speak. 

Sara looked at him, then realizing, she blushed.

"Good lord!" He said.

"I'm sorry, Daddy." She said, but she had a smile on her face.

Walker broke out laughing, then Sara started giggling too. They were still hugging when Carla walked in the door.

"What's going on?" She asked.

They sat down and explained to Carla what had happened, that the marriage was off and Sara was moving back home.

"A man that will cheat on his woman isn't much of a man." Walker told Carla, looking directly at her. 

He knew what she was thinking, she flushed slightly at his comment. Her comment about wanting to date her old lover, that still hung in the air.

"You don't own me!" Were her exact words when he had thrown a complete fit at the idea.

Walker knew that "Johnny" was still there, still in the background. He had made plans for that, evil ones in anger, but now Sara was home.

He had wanted revenge, he had made those terrible plans. But there was Sara to consider. 

He already felt deep guilt at having kept that terrible secret from her, telling her the opposite of what the DNA tests showed.

Murder, mayhem? That had swept across his mind, he even had gone so far as to prepare for that. Yet would he, could he do something like that?

In the heat of that rage, Walker knew he likely could, but once that had passed? Once his normal calmness had returned, it gave him pause.

Sara gave him an odd look, so Walker quickly blanked his mind and relaxed. She had picked up on his moment of tension at his own thoughts, she always did.

The two women went into the kitchen, Walker got his newspaper and sat down in the living room.

Carla, the woman he loved for over two decades, the mother of his little girl? She had lied, she had probably even cheated, although he still did not know for sure about that.

Not knowing the real truth was the most painful part. 

He now had no idea at all what he was going to do about it.

+++

The fat man sat on the other side of his desk. He was nearly bald, a big black cigar was half smoked but now out, clamped securely in his teeth.

He looked just like something out of the movies.

"It's been thirty days, we got nothing. She goes to work and then she goes home, sometimes she goes shopping. If she is doing anything at all with that Doctor Hansen asshole, it would have to be in the lunch room or bathrooms at work because we covered everything else. We see them talk, and there ain't no doubt at all that they are friendly but that's it."

"What about the nights she gets home late?" He asked.

"Every time that happens there are cops and ambulances all over the place. Best as we can tell, yer wife ain't cheating. Don't mean she ain't done it, she just didn't do anything in the last month."

Walker looked at the photos. Carla talking to the man, then Carla getting into a taxi. Carla at the store, Carla going into the hair salon. Nothing, except for one that stuck in his mind.

The man's arms were up, an angry expression on his face. In that one she was just turning away from him, she looked to be tense.

Then the fat man shoved a bill across the desk. Walker wrote him a check, thanked him and left.

So Carla had apparently told the truth, she said she was not going to have the affair and she seemed to have meant it.

Yet he was also sure that something had been going on, and for a very long time. It had to be rare, those out of town trips were usually a couple of years apart.

The other part that he just could not understand was if she had been cheating all this time, getting away with it, then why suddenly ask him for permission? That made no sense at all, was it guilt, perhaps?

Or did she think so little of him that she thought he would simply go along with that, allow it? Allow another man to touch her, take her body? That was something he simply could not allow, not and stay sane.

Walker forced his mind to think of other things, it was all too unsettling to ponder. That long ago incident, a girlfriend that to him had been a moment in time popped into his mind.

To her, it had not been a moment in time.

He still bore the long scar she left him with in a instant of insane rage. Now he finally understood that, he knew the emotion that could cause such an act.

+++

Jonathan was still there, still at the hospital. Carla was still working side by side with him every single day, and Walker now knew that they had been lovers.

Hiring the detective agency was not something that would ever have crossed his mind before, but that was then and this was now. 

He was thinking of just sitting down and having it out, make her tell him the truth and all of it.

But Sara was home, he just could not, not in front of her. So he went to work, then came home, keeping life normal. He waited for the opportunity to present itself, the words carefully chosen in his mind.

Carla got home one night right on time.

"Hi, honey!" She said brightly when she walked in the door. It was like she didn't have a clue as to the torment she had caused in his mind.

Their brief breakup, the terrible argument had ended. Carla acted like that had never happened.

He went in and sat down with his newspaper, shuffling it but not seeing it once again.

Sara had enrolled in the local College, she was taking some evening mixed with some day time classes.

Walker had pointedly not brought up the subject of Carla and Jonathan, he simply did not want any upsets while Sara was around.

That wasn't easy to do. Now he had a couple of hours, so with the words formed he went into the kitchen and sat down.

"Want some juice, honey?" Carla asked.

"Sure." Was all he managed. In his mind he was yelling at her, demanding to know how many times she had been with that man, how long all of this had been going on?

All of those receipts, her week long trips out of town to different conventions, to meetings every two years or so told a sordid tale. 

How does a woman spend a week out of town and not be billed for a hotel room? Just two of her trips had billings for the stay, out of nearly a dozen.

Now the man was here. She actually told him what she wanted to do, had they already began an affair?

He just did not know, and that was the worst part.

Walker tried to open his mouth to speak, watching Carla as she busied herself preparing dinner.

Nothing came out. Walker sighed, went back into the living room. His real fear was that she would lie.

He could accept that Sara was not his blood, that did not matter one bit because she really was his daughter no matter what.

Even an affair, a moment of weakness? Perhaps in time that could even heal, of that he was unsure.

The lies he just could not accept.

+++

Walker began avoiding intimacy, several times Carla had asked him if he was coming to bed and he would tell her he would be in as soon as his TV show was finished. He would wait until he was sure she was sound asleep before going in.

A couple of times she had rolled over and reached for him, but he made the excuse of needing to use the bathroom, each time spending so long in there that she was asleep when he came back out.

Finally after a few weeks she simply went to bed quietly, no longer asking.

The idea of sex with Carla now always brought the vision of Jonathan with it, and he couldn't let his mind dwell on that for long without feeling rage build up inside. Then that would turn into a feeling of illness. That feeling was even worse.




White Lies Ch. 02



Somewhere in there Walker developed the ability to let his mind go blank, to avoid thinking about that. For quite some time, it made things easier.

It helped so much that one evening when Sara was at class, Carla came out of the bedroom wearing just a shorty sheer nightgown.

Walker kept his mind as blank as he possibly could, she was eager and fondled him, leaning down to suck on him like she had not done for ages.

"I need you, honey. I love you so much." She whispered. He reached out and stroked her familiar body, letting his own body function without thought. 

The taste of her brought him to a complete erection, it was good, familiar. That always did it for him.

They were still very active in the bedroom when he heard the front door unlock, Walker knew that Sara was home. He could tell that she stopped and listened, then with a happy titter, she went to her own room.

For a short while, life became peaceful.

+++

Then once again, Carla became moody, first acting happy, then slipping into hours of acting sullen.

Walker began to check on her himself, not wanting very badly to spend the $2500 per month the Detective agency cost.

It was easy to get the time, his job now allowed him to do much of it with a simple hand held phone and a wireless laptop.

Several afternoons in a row, nothing out of the ordinary happened. Carla would come out, climb into the waiting taxicab and head home. Walker could easily beat her home with a couple of shortcuts, probably because the taxi always took a longer route to run up the tab.

One afternoon there was mayhem in the front entrance, several ambulances arrived. He knew she would be late that night, so he simply drove home.

Then one afternoon he saw Jonathan, the man came out and stood there waiting. He kept glancing impatiently at his watch. That was when it struck Walker how big the man was, he had only seen him sitting down that time in the hospital lounge when he had threatened him, and in the few photos.

Carla came out 10 minutes or so later, they spoke briefly, then went around behind one of the big pillars at the entrance. All Walker could see was her back, she was talking to the man for quite a long time. He saw the man's arms reach around her waist with obvious familiarity.

Carla stood on tiptoe, leaned forward out of sight. Walker knew she was kissing him, just a quick one. With a happy smile and a wave, she turned and walked briskly to the waiting Taxi, it quickly pulled away.

That was when he made a mistake. In a rage, he got out and stormed across the lot, Jonathan was just stepping out from behind the pillar. He saw Walker coming and flushed, then he put one foot slightly ahead of the other.

That looked odd.

"I told you what I was going to do, asshole." Walker blurted out, starting a swing. 

His first mistake was to attempt an unprepared confrontation.

His second mistake was that he had never been in a fight in his entire life except back in grade school, and he had lost that one.

Jonathan ducked and hit him, making his head swim. He was hit the second time before he could recover, his legs failed and he went down. Something hit him in the ribs, tipping him over onto his side. He could see Jonathan kicking at him, there was then nothing Walker could do but cover up.

"How do you like that, fucker?" Jonathan was leaning over him. His face was a red mask of rage.

"Leave my wife alone!" Walker managed, grasping his sides.

"Up to her, asshole. If you can't keep up with her, I don't mind doing it! Who the fuck do you think you are? You come in and threaten me, you think you can get away with that shit?" He gave Walker a final kick, then turned away.

"I'm going to kill you!" Walker managed to gasp.

The man stopped and glared at him, then walked away.

Walker struggled back to his car, drove home. He was miserable, the man had handled him like he was a child.

Furious, he went into the garage, loaded the stun gun he had purchased, some rope, and his new hatchet into the trunk. 

He had once again made up his mind. Then he went inside.

"What in the world?" Carla said, the instant she saw him.

"It's nothing." He got to his recliner, sat down.

"Let me see!" Carla demanded.

"Leave me the fuck alone!" Walker yelled at her. She glared at him, then stomped into the kitchen. 

Sara was home, she came out of her bedroom.

Taking one look, she went and got some cool water, began pressing a wash cloth to his swollen face. She dabbed something that stung to the cut on his eyebrow.

"You and I need to talk, Daddy. Sometime when Mom isn't here." She whispered.

Walker just nodded.

+++

Carla acted angry with Walker for the next couple of days. He ignored that, ignored her pointed questions. He didn't mention what he had seen, there simply was no point.

But it was obvious that she knew what had happened.

"We aren't doing anything, Walker. We really aren't." She told him just once.

Walker didn't answer. Her lover had manhandled him, beaten him and he had done it easily. Now what did she think of him? He could not even defend his home, his family?

The only thing that stopped him from just acting was Sara.

The next day he walked in the door from work, Sara sat there. She was home very early.

"It was that man, wasn't it?" She asked almost instantly.

"Yes. It was my fault, I tried to handle him, but I couldn't."

"It's not your fault. It's Mom's. I know about it, part of it anyway. Mom and I had a terrible argument this morning, I told her to stop seeing him, but she denied she even was."

"I think she is, or at least she was. I am not sure how or when but I think so. All of those trips out of town...."

"Are you going to divorce her, Daddy?" Sara asked.

"I haven't even thought about that." He said.

"I hate her! How can she do this to us?" Sara started to cry.

"Don't hate her, she is your Mother. Sometimes the flesh is weak, so we just need to figure out what to do."

"It just can't go on and on, I don't think." She told him.

"No. It can't." He said bitterly.

Sara sat there quietly for several long seconds.

"Daddy? I know." She said, finally.

"Know what, honey?"

"I went to see that man, I snooped and figured it out. I knew something was wrong for a long time, I can see it in you. As soon as I saw him, I knew. So I went in there...to the hospital. I was going to tell him to stay away from Mom, but as soon as I saw him? He has...?"

Walker sighed.

"The same red hair you do, honey. The same look, and he is tall. Like you." Walker said, resigned to it.

Sara sat there silently.

"Well, you are my Daddy. He might be part of my blood but he isn't my Daddy, YOU are!" She hugged him so tightly that for a moment he couldn't breathe.

"I'm sorry for lying to you about that, Sara. I just didn't want you to be hurt."

"Yes, I know. That's part of how I know you are my Daddy, that man doesn't care. He might as well have come from a test tube." She said.

"He knows about you now, doesn't he?"

"Yes. He already did, I am sure Mom told him because he wasn't surprised at all to see me."

"He wasn't?"

"No. He knew who I was the instant I walked in."

"What did he say?"

"Not much, really. He knew my name, and told me he was proud that I was...pretty. He even said he had seen me several times before, I didn't know that. He has pictures, he showed me. He has been right here, outside sometimes. When I told him I wanted him to leave Mom alone, he told me that was up to her."

"That's what he told me." Walker said.

"Then he told me that if he and Mom got together we would be a real family."

Walker felt a flash of anger again at that.

"I slapped his face. Hard, too, but he didn't even move, he just looked at me." She grinned.

"That's more than I managed." Walker laughed.

"Let's move out." Sara said suddenly.

"What?"

"Move out, get a place by ourselves. This just can't keep going on, you and I are happy together!"

"What about your Mother?" Walker asked.

"Fuck Mom!" She blurted out.

Walker blinked again at that, it was only the second time he had heard her use profanity.

"Such a dirty word coming from such pretty lips!" Walker chastised her with a gentle smile.

Sara just giggled.

+++

Carla came home to an empty house just three days later. There was a note sitting there, she picked it up and read it.

"You and Johnny have a nice life." Was all it said. Walker hadn't wanted to leave that but Sara insisted. She was really quite angry with her Mother.

Carla sat down and cried. Then she picked up the phone and called Jonathan.

"Walker left me." She told him.

"Good riddance!" He answered.

"No. It's not. I can't see you any more, it is over."

"Like hell it is! That's no man, you belong to me!" He said loudly.

"No! I belong with Walker and my daughter!"

"Hey, just let the asshole go, you and I can be together. It's been months, now you don't have any more excuses."

"We can't ever be together, Johnny. I already told you that was a mistake."

"Like hell it was, you belong to me, you always have!" His voice was angry.

"No! I love Walker." She said.

"How in the hell can you love that little wimp? I give you way more than he ever can. Besides, Sara is my daughter, not his!"

Carla hung up. The phone rang instantly, she ignored it.

She called Walker's cell phone, it went to voice mail. The next day she called his work, he wasn't there. Still fearful of driving, she took a taxi, having him drive up and down streets, looking. The bill was enormous.

A week went by, then two, nothing. Checking on the accounts, she discovered that half of them were gone. 

She took the leave she had coming from her work, spent the time trying to find Walker, but came up with nothing. A call to the College met with the same results.

Jonathan kept calling, she ignored the calls.

Then she saw him driving by slowly several times, but he only looked at the house and drove on. 

Carla felt slightly nervous about that.

On impulse, she got out her old bike, and rode it down to the night club where they had first met. Walker's car sat in the parking lot. She pulled in and went inside.

Walker and Sara were sitting at one of the tables talking to an old woman. She walked up to them and sat down.

"Hello, Carla. This is our friend Helen." Walker introduced her, he didn't appear to be even surprised to see her.

"Well, everyone is here, it seems." Helen said with a smile.

"How did you get here, Carla?" He asked. The bar was several miles from their house.

"I rode the bike." She said.

"Really?" He was mildly surprised at that, knowing Carla was afraid of the cars while on it, and that she didn't drive either.

They looked at each other, she saw no trace of anger or anything in his face.

"What in the hell is going on, Walker? You just leave and take my daughter with you, saying nothing?"

"Sara is my daughter too!" Walker said.

"No, she isn't she is...." Then her face flushed as she realized what she was about to say. She still wasn't sure how much Walker knew.

"Sara IS my daughter. She is all grown up, she can decide for herself. We have decided to live together for awhile. We need to get a lot of things sorted out, our friend Helen here has been helping." Walker told her in a calm voice.

"Who is this woman, what does she have to do with anything?"

"I have been seeing her for some time now, we talk. Now Sara and I are both..."

"You need to come home!" Carla blurted out, ignoring that.

"No, honey. Not yet." Walker said.

"I'm not...I won't...I love you, I want to be with you! You need to come home!" Carla insisted.

"Honey, love means that you stick no matter what, you can't be with a man like this and have a toy on the side." Helen told her.

"Who in the hell is this woman, it's none of her damned business!" Carla yelled.

"Actually it is, Mom. Daddy has been talking to Helen for a long time. He and I have been seeing her for over a week now together, he needed to get things sorted out and so did I." Sara told her.

"Sara, I....please?"

"Mom. We are not coming home, not now and maybe not ever. You will always be my Mom but I am ashamed of you right now, so Dad and I will live together."

"You can't do that!" Carla said.

"Oh, yes we can." Walker told her.

Carla jumped up, glared at them, then stormed out.

"That's about what I figured, Walker." Helen said.

He just nodded. The old woman was right, sometimes all there is to do is move on.

"I wish I had met you years ago." Walker told her.

"Maybe my life wouldn't be so messed up?" He added.

"Oh, it probably would be, but it's never too late, tomorrow is a new day. Anyway, leave the boyfriend alone, he isn't worth the effort." She grinned at him, patting his hand.

"One other thing, you have lots of things to fix in your own head, and just a few hours sure isn't going to do it all. You come and see me, I will talk to you. Maybe at my house so we can have more privacy since your wife now knows where you might be?" She pressed a card into his hand, then gave one to Sara.

Walker and Sara got up to leave. It had been a couple of weeks well spent, the old woman had helped him once before. 

She was right then, and perhaps if he hadn't been a bit too late getting home that night, things might have turned out differently.

"Show her you love her, let her know you care." Was her advice. That night Walker had rushed home, ready to talk with his wife, ready to forgive and move on.

Instead, he had found them together in the hospital, all they were doing was sitting there talking but that had been ugly.

His idea of attacking Jonathan, actually killing him, then lord knows what came next? Sure, he could perhaps hurt the man if he got a jump, but then he would lose everything.

He had told Helen about his plans, she listened and did not even appear surprised. Then she explained that doing something like that would destroy not only the man but his own life, his daughter's, everything. 

The real problem was with his wife anyway, and she was the person he had to come to terms with.

Helen was right, he knew that now.

Insanity. He had contemplated murder. He had even lied to Sara about the DNA results, that wasn't him, either.

Helen had explained to him about hate, emotions, how they can only damage what really matters.

Walker knew what mattered to him, and that was his Sara. He now felt mostly at peace, so he took her hand and they walked out of the bar to go home.

Yet he still felt the anger, and he knew it would take him a long time to let that all of that go.

+++

Walker had just touched the key fob to unlock the car door when his head exploded. He felt his face hit the gravel in the parking lot. He tried to roll over, hearing screams somewhere in the distance.

He knew the screams were from Sara.

He managed to get to his hands and knees, then something hit his side and he went down again.

Rolling over onto his back, he looked up and saw Jonathan standing there. He had something in his hand.

"Threaten me, you motherfucker? Carla is mine now. I will KILL you!" The man yelled. Walker tried to scoot backwards, get to his feet but he was kicked again in the face and went down backwards. Blood filled his mouth, he was trying to get a breath but almost could not.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sara. She seemed to be running away, he was grateful. He tried to yell at her to get away, get as far as she could but no words would come out. He felt another blow strike his hip, his leg went numb.

Looking up, he saw the blur of the man, then his big fist being drawn back. Walker braced for the blow he knew was coming, he had no way to avoid it.

Jonathan hesitated for a second, his mouth came open, then down he went. Walker scooted backwards away from him with his arms, expecting him to follow but he didn't.

The man seemed to be knocked down from something, he was on his knees and elbows for some reason. Then he saw Sara, she drew back a leg and kicked Jonathan from behind. Her aim was very good, he screamed and then began to retch. 

"Don't you hurt my Daddy, you motherfucker!" She yelled.

Sara drew back and kicked him a second time, much harder. The man went down onto his face and lay still.

"Daddy! Are you all right?" She was by his side.

"Yes, I think so. You are sure getting quite the mouth on you, Sara." He said. 

That sounded completely crazy at a time like that.

Walker managed somehow to get to his feet, his leg would barely work and his side felt like it was full of something.

"What in the hell? Where did he come from?" He asked, each word a struggle to get enough breath.

"He must have been following Mom." Sara said.

"What happened to him?"

"You dropped the key fob, I grabbed it and unlocked the trunk. That stun gun thingie really works good." She grinned.

"So does your right leg." Walker tried to laugh, spitting up some more blood.

"Well, you know I played woman's soccer in school." She grinned. She had her hands on his mouth trying to peer inside.

Jonathan moved, then moaned.

"Just a second." Sara said. She went over a jerked up his shirt, stuck the stun gun against his bare skin and held it there for about 15 seconds.

Walker stood there and watched that as the man jerked, then lay still.

"That should do it until the cops get here!" She grinned. Walker almost couldn't believe she just did that.

"Maybe we should just keep doing it until the cops get here!" He tried to laugh again, that didn't work very well. Suddenly he realized he couldn't get a breath at all. The world began to spin and he passed out.

+++

Walker was resting in the hospital, Sara sat by his side. Nothing in the world hurts more than broken ribs and he had six of them caved in. He was wrapped up like a mummy, they had operated and repaired his punctured lung.

Sara and he were talking about her plans for when she finished school.

He let out a groan when he tried to move.

"Just lay still, Daddy. It won't hurt so much." She told him.

"It's sure a hell of a note, two scraps with that guy and I get the short end of the stick both times." He managed.

"That doesn't matter, we got him."

"Well, you did anyway. Say, how did you know the stun gun was there?"

"I didn't, I was looking for a tire iron. I cut my finger on your axe, though. For a second I was going to use that, then I saw the taser thingie." She held up her bandaged finger and giggled.

Just then a policeman appeared at the door.

"How are you doing, bud?" The moment he opened his mouth Walker recognized him as the same one that had stopped him out on the highway months before.

He looked over at Sara sitting there, hesitated.

Sara looked at the man, then she smiled. Walker looked at him, then at her. He certainly was a good looking young man, perhaps a half dozen years older than Sara.

"OK, I am fine I guess, all things considered, Officer."

"Well, I am glad to see your friend still has his arms and his legs!" He laughed at that, finally turning to look at Walker.

"You know about that?"

"Yea, I am a cop. I already interviewed Doctor Hansen. He says you attacked him, made threats? Anyway, Officer Tim Herrington, at your service."

"I didn't...not this time."

"We know. Man did this little lady here mess him up. He spent quite a long time in surgery, they had to operate..on his testicles." He glanced at Sara for a moment.

"Oh! I didn't mean to...." Sara put her hand to her mouth.

"Remind me to not make you mad." The policeman just shrugged.

"Is Sara going to be in trouble?" Walker asked.

"Nope. Self defense and defense of another person is perfectly legal. Heck, I think she should get a medal. She probably saved your life." He was looking at Sara with interest, grinning now.




White Lies Ch. 02



Walker saw her blush and look down shyly.

"The guy had a pistol in his pocket, plus he used a billy club. The DA wants to hit him with Assault one, use of a deadly weapon. Might make intent to kill stick, probably not though. The guy has money, he will get some damn defense attorney and they will try to twist things all around. The guy might have some trouble explaining all the photos we found in his car. Looks like he has been stalking you and your family for a long time."

"Stalking..me? A Pistol? I didn't know that."

"Yep, it makes a person think about what could have happened." He looked at Walker pointedly.

"Plus there is a history of assault, and we have one unsolved murder a few years back that this guy is suddenly a party of interest in at the college he went to."

Walker thought about that for a moment.

"You know that threatening to commit a felony is against the law, though." He said.

"I guess I am in trouble too, then?"

"Naw. We have enough to deal with when people actually do something. Stun gun, huh?" He was still looking at Sara. Then he grinned again.

"So anyway, I just need your comments for my report." He said, turning back to Walker.

"All I know is that something hit me from behind." Walker said.

"I see. Perhaps then, I should ask the lady? You saw everything, right? Sara, isn't it?"

"Yes." Sara answered coyly. Walker saw her hand come up and brush at her hair. He had seen things like that before. 

"We should go down to the cafe where it is nice and quiet while I question you, let your Dad here get some rest? Maybe get some Coffee?" He asked.

"OK." Sara looked to be pleased at that. Walker winked at her as they left, she blushed again.

+++

About an hour later Carla walked in. She sat down and looked at him, not saying anything.

"What do you want, Carla?"

"I just want to say I am sorry. I didn't know that Jonathan would do anything like that."

Walker noticed that his name was now "Jonathan", not "Johnny".

"Well. I did tell him I was going to kill him. I guess that made him mad."

"I know. But you wouldn't have, would you?" She asked.

"Probably not. I was going to, at least I thought so. Things got pretty mixed up there. For some time I had a lot of anger, but after talking to Helen? She made me see what mattered."

"God. I have made such a mess of things, haven't I?" Carla's eyes became damp.

"Yep, I would say so."

They just looked at each other for a long time.

"You know, Carla? If you had just told me that you were pregnant with his baby right off the bat, it would have made no difference to me at all. I loved you and that is all that mattered then." Walker told her.

"Honey, I wasn't even sure whose she was, and I was afraid to tell you. I was hoping it..she..was yours. I thought you wouldn't want me us if you knew. Then when Sara was born, I knew and I was sure you would know, but you seemed so happy about her, so proud. I just couldn't tell you."

"So why the birth control pills, I thought we were trying?" Walker asked.

Carla flushed.

"I was afraid, any of ours would look so different from Sara. You would know, so I just couldn't. I'm so sorry." She looked down, a sad expression on her face.

"We were living a 20 year long lie, weren't we?" He asked her.

"Walker, we were happy, weren't we? That's all that matters. I really do love you, honey. I will never do anything like that again."

"You will be honest with me from now on then?" He asked.

"Yes! Anything."

"So tell me. How long did that affair with Jonathan go on?" Walker asked.

Carla hesitated, then she flushed. Walker knew right then, there was no longer any doubt.

"That was a mistake. I don't even know why? Maybe because he was the first man I ever...? It was just the...one time..after Johnny..Jonathan came back to town." She said finally. Then she looked down, unable to meet his eyes.

Walker just stared at her. He was thinking that he had no idea who this woman even was. She suddenly seemed weak, fearful to him.

+++

Mistakes, weakness of the flesh, everyone has that in them.

He knew that deep down inside, he had the very same flaws. He could perhaps be unfaithful, and he knew he could also lie, given the right circumstance. He had done that to his own daughter, to try and save her from pain.

He had learned that from those long afternoon and evening sessions with Helen. That was one very wise old woman. Somehow she had started his own healing process.

With honesty and trust, a person can begin again. Without that, there is no hope. The pregnancy, the lies, even the affair? There was no doubt at all in his mind that he still loved Carla, even after all of that.

Walker knew that all of that, he could eventually forgive.

"I meant before. All of those trips out of town."

"Oh, God, Walker. You know?" She placed her head in her hands.

"Honey, I am so sorry." She said, finally.

"You need to tell me, I can't deal with any more secrets, not any more."

"All right. We met at that convention, it was a surprise the first time. Then we ended up in his room. I don't know why, maybe it was just because since we already had, before I met you? I felt really bad about it, I wanted to tell you but I was afraid."

"But you kept on?"

"Yes. Just at the conventions, not all of them. Then he got married and I thought it was all over but they broke up."

"Then when he moved here?"

"Yes, just the one time. He kept asking and I kept saying no, then he threatened to tell you if I didn't, so I did. I thought maybe if I asked you, you would let me and...? Oh, I don't know, it all got so mixed up!"

"I am not coming home, Carla." He told her.

"Oh no, please honey." She whimpered and got up, tears flowing freely now.

"No. We are done, it's over, Carla." Her shoulders slumped at that.

At the door she stopped and looked back.

"Is there any chance, Walker? Any chance at all for us?" She asked.

"No." He said, flatly.

"No way in hell."

+++

A nurse was removing the bandages, preparing to replace them after checking his incisions. Another week, they told him.

Then he could go home to Sara. He had been thinking, he wanted to sit down with Carla, have a long talk. He still had the confusion in his mind, all of the good times over more than 20 long years kept slipping in there.

So much had happened. Two decades of trust, familiarity were gone. Walker wanted desperately to go back, he wanted everything to be just like it was before.

Yet before? That was now shattered. He had told her it was over, but deep down inside he knew he was not being honest.

Carla called daily, wanting to know how he was doing, concerned. That was insanely normal. They spoke about Sara, and their hopes for her.

She told him about finally managing to drive, then she had a flat tire, he talked her through changing it herself although he suspected Sara helped with that. Calmly, they discussed the bills that Carla was handling, a floor drain in the basement that had given them fits off and on for years.

Insanely normal.

Walker knew that Sara had gone out on a date with Officer Herrington, he smiled to himself at that. They made one very good looking couple, who knows where that might end up?

+++

"Ouch!" He said as the nurse tugged loose the last piece of tape.

"Sorry." She said. 

"Well, it looks like you are healing up very nicely, lie back and I will have the Doctor come in and double check." She turned towards the door, as Sara suddenly appeared.

One look and he knew.

"Daddy, it's...it's.." She broke down into uncontrollable sobs, grabbed him and hugged him. Walker ignored the stab of pain in his side.

"They let him out on bail, he...Mom is hurt real bad!" She wailed.

"Oh, no!" Walker said.

Once again his world changed.

+++

Walker sat in the chair by Carla's bed, holding her hand gently in his. So much had happened, so much upset in their lives. Yet in the current situation, there was no way he could leave her side.

He knew very well any healing would take much longer than just the healing of flesh.

He had been there every day for a half dozen in a row, speaking gently to her. Nurses came in and checked everything, looking at him with sidelong glances. The end of visiting hours passed each day, no one said anything at all to him about that. He sat there far into the night, speaking to her, waiting.

All he could see of his wife's face were her swollen lips, the bandages obscured the rest. She would have died, there was little doubt of that but a neighbor had spotted the front door standing open and investigated.

Sara was back to taking her classes, having told him firmly that the moment Mom woke up he was to call her. Each evening she came in and sat with him and Carla.

The police had managed to find Jonathan hidden out in a motel room, he had tried to deny everything but Carla had fought back. The evidence was clear, she left teeth marks and there was skin underneath her fingernails. There was also blood evidence, from both of them.

Carla had apparently landed at least one clean blow, and some stitches from his surgery had failed. 

Like Mother, like Daughter in some respects.

And this time there would be no bail. It seemed that they came up with a DNA match to the earlier crime, using the blood evidence from this assault to compare to the earlier case. That would have just been a matter of time anyway, but the second assault made it easy.

Officer Herrington had stopped by, they still had only a bit of an idea of what had actually happened, since Jonathan was refusing to talk and Carla was in a coma.

He and Walker had quite a long chat, at one point he mentioned that he really liked Sara and hoped that Walker didn't mind his seeing her.

"As long as you treat her good, and never lie to her, then it's fine with me." Walker told him.

"With that lady, I think I know that. I already have a good idea what she can do if I make her mad." He laughed.

The next day, Carla opened her eyes. She looked around in confusion, then went back to sleep. 

"Hi, honey." She said when she woke up the second time. 

It was three long weeks before Carla was released. Three long weeks of walks up and down the hallway, Walker by her side, or Sara. 

Three long weeks of quiet talks. Finally, Walker felt he understood her. At least as close as he ever would.

Carla would bear the scars, the limp she now had for the rest of her life. The marks on her face were not so bad, the hollow spot that once was her left cheekbone would likely always be there.

He had even mentioned plastic surgery, she just shook her head no. Some personal penance, perhaps?

Only time would answer that.

Walker had gone back to work, life goes on. Sara was back to her classes, they took turns being at the hospital.

Walker helped Carla out of the wheelchair outside the day they sent her home, she took his hand as she struggled to get into the car. Sara sat in the back seat, quietly smiling.

Walker looked back at his daughter, their eyes met. There was no need to speak, they both knew.

No matter what, in the end he loved Carla. In the end, he loved his daughter.

Home.

It was time to go home.



White Lies Ch. 03



{Here is another of those "There is almost no sex at all in this story" warnings.}

+++

Life has a way of trapping people. Responsibility can dictate the need to care for someone, it can be an elderly parent, a mate, even a child that after becoming supposedly adult, still has their hand out.

Walker felt that way, trapped. His wife Carla was now his problem. She was recovering, but it was a long and slow laborious process. 

Love had long since left him, the cheating, lying killed what was there before.

There had been those insane moments of shock, outrage at his discovery of the truth of what Carla had done. He had even envisioned mayhem, and had taken steps towards exactly that.

But time and a calmer head prevailed. His gut instinct reactions would only have served to lower himself to the level of Jonathan, the man he had come to hate.

Walker would have simply left Carla, his intent was to do exactly that but before he could complete the preparations, the trap was sprung.

His wife Carla became an invalid, he just could not drop that responsibility upon his daughter Sara. He loved Sara more than life itself, no way could he do that to her.

Sara had her youth, her beauty, her future and her right to a shot at happiness, a full rewarding life. He knew very well that if he did just leave Carla to her own fate, Sara would step in and sacrifice herself and her own future to care for her mother. 

For Sara, Walker would do anything, give anything to make sure she had her own shot at life. The choice was obvious to him.

So Walker stayed himself, caring for Carla. It was not for his wife, it was for Sara.

The trap of life became one day bleeding into the next, doing what he felt he must. There appeared to be no end to it. He fed her, clothed her, bathed her, even assisted at first with toiletries. Every day was the same.

The times that Sara dropped by in the evenings were one blessing, Walker could leave for a few hours. Without fail he drove down to the old bar, without fail that old woman sat there waiting. A retired therapist, not once did she ever ask for a single thing, she just saw the pain that was displayed clearly in him and tried to help.

They talked quietly for hours, it was like a portion of his life became hers. In her words, he found his own strength.

When she suggested he try to find a nurse for Carla, Walker realized the old woman was right.

The first person to respond to his ad was Melanie, after just a few minutes of conversation, he hired her.

Part of that was the fact that the woman was obviously bright, the other part was the little girl that stood there holding Melanie's hand, huge round eyes and a thumb stuffed securely in her mouth.

+++

Walker glanced over at Sara as she reached out to slip her hand into the crook of his elbow. His heart swelled with pride, she caught his eye and smiled, then the music began.

Sara was, in that instant, the most beautiful creature on Earth. The gown she wore was flowing white, demonstrating for all to see her purity.

Walker was completely sure of that.

This one moment filled Walker with happiness. There had not been much of that in his life for quite some time. He brought up his sleeve to wipe away a tear of joy, catching the smile in Sara's face as she looked at him.

He leaned down and touched her smiling cheek with his lips. That was the very instant he gave up the very greatest gift a father can give.

Then the music began.

+++

Finding out his wife of over two decades had carried on a sporadic but very long term affair with a former lover was a terrible shock. Walker had considered evil, but the idea of actually doing what he had planned in those first periods of insane rage just left him sickened when sanity returned.

The discovery also that the lover was the true Father of the Daughter he worshiped? That bad moment did not last long, Sara was his, his from the moment of birth until now and nothing on Earth could change that in his mind.

Walker had stood there and watched Sara enter the world, she was his and nothing on Earth could change that fact.

Physically, he had failed in his one attempt at revenge. His poorly thought out attack had failed miserably. Walker had no skills in fighting, and her long term lover Jonathan was a far larger and more powerful man. 

That was nothing more than genetics, a simple fact of life.

The only relief from that was finding out what that man was really like. Jonathan might be his physical superior but he was no match for Walker as a human being.

Three years, the Judge had said. It seemed like so little for causing so much pain.

He had planned to just leave Carla, ending the relationship, but first there were those terrible injuries Jonathan had caused to deal with. Carla would have no place to go if he simply abandoned her, and the only other person on Earth that would step in was Sara.

Thinking she would heal quickly, Walker stayed to care for her until she could manage on her own.

Barely home, a blood clot had caused a major stroke, seriously compounding the situation.

Walker now found himself with no other real choice but to continue to care for his wife. The love was gone, he knew that. But the duty remained. 

+++

Who would have dreamed that the fat and bubbly little girl he had spent countless hours sitting in the living room delighting in watching her learn would grow up to become this vision?

Walker looked up at the man turned their way waiting as they stepped down the aisle to the music, a smile on his face.

Tim Herrington, the tall and strong man she had chosen, handsome in his tuxedo stood waiting for his prize.

A policeman? Who could have even dreamed of that?

A Doctor, Lawyer, perhaps a Corporate Executive was what Walker would have expected. A major politician, perhaps? Yet it was her choice to make, and that choice was this fine young man.

As they approached the elevated podium, Walker looked briefly at his wife Carla. She sat quietly watching, but a smile was on her face.

It had been many months since he had seen her smile, he looked again carefully to be sure.

Yes, she was smiling. Her full time nurse Melanie sat by her side, Walker noted that Melanie held Carla's hand securely.

The rest was a blur, it went swiftly. Tim lifted the thin veil, leaned in and kissed Sara gently. In that instant Walker saw her eyes, so like her mother's. That same smile he had just seen on her Mother's face was momentarily clear.

Then somehow they were at the reception. The giant hall they had rented was barely adequate, every chair was in use, and many others stood around talking.

When finally the monstrous limo left, and the endless stream of people coming by to shake his hand ended, he helped Carla to their car. Melanie stood there quietly waiting.

"Would you like me to come over to help tonight, Walker?" Melanie asked him.

"Thanks, but we will be OK. I think we would like to be alone tonight. Go ahead and take the rest of the day off."

"All right. I will see you in the morning." She smiled. Walker watched her walk towards her vehicle. Melanie certainly was attractive. If his situation was different, he knew he might just act on his thoughts, but there was no hope, no chance the way things were.

+++

The long day, full of all of the things he was supposed to do, to say had ended. Now finally Walker felt he could relax. They pulled into the driveway, he went around and helped Carla out of the car.

Each day she seemed to be slightly better, gaining strength in her right side. He watched as she reached out for the doorknob, pleased when once again she managed to turn it enough to open it. Then she turned and flashed him that smile.

Walker smiled back and nodded.

"Good." He said. Melanie's efforts at helping Carla regain her strength, her use of her body was having amazing results.

+++

Walker had tucked his anger securely into the deepest recesses of his mind, then confronted Carla when they got home from the hospital that first time after her beating.

She still spoke clearly but with an effort. The blisters that had covered her skin from bleeding into her brain were gone, the team of Doctors were actually surprised at her fairly rapid recovery.

"It's very good that you are right here, it helps her to recover mentally." One old Physician had told him.

Unable to bear not knowing all of the truth, Walker had asked her the painful questions, so many of them. Carla was past lying, he was sure of that and she tearfully told him the truth.

That man, Jonathan had been the very first she had ever been with. Then running onto him at an out of town meeting a few years later had been nothing more than a simple act of fate. Carla had chosen Walker over Jonathan. 

One thing had led to another, it was only a visit, bringing things up to date in their lives.

Jonathan was a man that Carla liked, the man she has given her virginity to. For him, the new seduction was an easy thing to do.

A few drinks, lowered inhibitions, and Carla woke up in his bed. She felt sudden shame, and knew that if Walker ever found out, she would lose him.

Finding herself pregnant, then terrified at what she had done, she took steps to protect her marriage. The day Sara was born, Carla knew the truth. Then fearful of what a second child might reveal, she chose to not have another.

Why the interludes continued, each over a year apart, she had no answer to. The fact that Jonathan had been her very first somehow stayed in Carla's mind, and that made her indiscretions easier.

Each time she felt guilt afterward, telling herself it would never happen again. Yet each time, it did.

The truths hurt, and refreshed Walker's anger, but he managed barely to not just explode. He made up his mind, he was going to move out the moment he felt she could care for herself.

That resolve had lasted just five days.

One tiny clot of blood was all it took. Life sprang it's trap.

+++

When Walker went into the bedroom to wake Carla for breakfast that morning barely five days after her being released from the hospital, one look and he knew she was in trouble.

He followed the ambulance in his own car, looking on with worry as they wheeled her inside. Her face was stone gray, at that moment he thought that this might be the end for her.

The stroke was severe, a blood clot from lord knows where had found it's way to an artery on the left side of her neck. She was left with a slack jawed right side of her face, a nearly useless right arm and leg.

The ultrasound testing had shown her occlusion on the right side, then a nearly complete blockage on the left had been the final straw.

"I am afraid your wife will now need full time care, sir." The old Doctor told him gently as they stood outside her room discussing her condition.

"How long?" Walker had asked.

"Only time and God can answer that question. First the bleeding around her brain, now a serious stroke? It could be a long time, if she ever does recover." He said.

Walker sat there for a very long time thinking, the bustle of the busy hospital unnoticed around him. Finally he stood up with a sigh, the decision made for him as to how his life would be.

+++

Finding Melanie had been a godsend. Sara had insisted on dropping out of school to help care for Carla, Walker had thrown a complete fit about that. He had even raised his voice, which brought Sara to a complete stop in surprise. She had never witnessed that before, it was a shock.

"All right, Daddy." She relented in a small voice. Walker instantly hugged her and apologized.

Her finishing her schooling was far more important, and he had managed to convince Sara that he would see that her Mother was taken care of.

Funds were short since he was forced to quit working, but her own government disability helped, plus Walker had carefully saved and invested, so he asked around for a nurse to help. If he was careful with finances, and no sudden disasters cropped up, he could manage.

Melanie turned out to be perfect. She was tall and slender, pretty in a way and neat as a pin. Barely 30, she came in each morning and helped. Her background in Physical Therapy was also an asset.

With a young 5 year old daughter of her own, the work allowed her to continue on with night classes, working for her own full degree.

Walker found himself looking forward to Melanie's arrival every day. Her happy smile warmed him, and she was always exactly on time. Very quickly she became much more than just an employee.

Carla even began to respond to her, in short order she was up on her feet, first with the aid of a cane, then without. Recently she had begun to mostly dress herself, even share in the light housework. Some of it was a struggle for her, Walker noticed that Melanie was always close by but simply allowed Carla to handle things at her own speed after working tirelessly to gain each step.

Now with Sara having chosen her mate, that bedroom was available, so the plan was to have Melanie and her little girl move in full time. 

Excited at the prospect, Melanie had readily agreed. 

Walker began outfitting that bedroom and the den area off of it, turning it into semi-private living quarters. Doing the work himself meant it was going to be a lengthy process, but it helped to keep his mind occupied.

It would help a lot to have Melanie right there full time, and Walker already filled in with the duty of watching Beth, her little girl while Melanie was gone to her evening classes. There were many joyous times, similar to those he had spent with Sara as she grew up.

Carla was making very rapid progress, she could now walk nearly normally without help, the use of her right arm was returning although it was weak.

But she had never smiled and she seldom spoke until the day of Sara's wedding, other than mumbled attempts at words that Walker had come to understand the meanings of.

The setback had also disrupted the court case against Jonathan, the man who had hurt her so badly. It had become quite clear that the man was insane, a stalker. He had broken into the house when she was alone, and when she had defied him he beat her with no mercy. 

Desperate, Carla had wanted it ended to try and save her marriage, but Jonathan would have none of that.

His reaction to her denying him was to strike, lash out in rage.

Carla had fought back furiously, but she ended up lying in her own doorway in a pool of blood.

Only a nosy neighbor that spotted the door standing open saved her life.

Walker had even thought at first that perhaps it would have been for the best had it all just ended there, but then he forced that out of his mind.

It was bad enough that the courts had thrown out the DNA evidence against Jonathan on a previous case due to claims of mishandling, the police were reasonably sure he had been involved in a much earlier murder.

One detective, acting in an over zealous manner? Then confusion due to numerous other cases, and a very long time in the interim?

Broken chain of custody, Tim Herrington had told Walker with an unhappy expression on his face.

That was all it had taken, he never fully understood all of that. Jonathan's guilt was clear, but with no way to present the evidence, that portion of the case was over.

With Carla unable to testify, his lawyer tried to twist all the problems back on Walker.

"Yes or no, did you attack my client with no warning?" He asked Walker once he had taken the witness stand, giving the date when Walker had seen them kiss and exploded.

"Yes, but..." Walker answered. He was instantly interrupted by another question.

Carla was presented as a jealous female, enraged over Jonathan's seeing a different woman. She had managed to injure the man in the struggle, they made that quite clear.

The verdict had come back as guilty, however. The simple fact of the difference in their sizes made the claim of Carla attacking Jonathan ridiculous.

The moment of being pleased at that turned to shock when the Judge sentenced Jonathan to just three years in prison.

Three short years for destroying a life, nearly killing Carla?

Walker sighed and went home, his only good feeling was witnessing Jonathan casting a look of hate his way as he was led off in handcuffs.

+++

Once back home and inside after the wedding, Carla headed for her bedroom on her own. Slowly she had begun to attempt to do more things. The actual smile he had seen on her face at their Daughter's wedding, then again when arriving home pleased him.

She made it to the bedroom door, then turned.

"Sara. She is happa..hap.." The smile flashed again onto her face. Even the hollow sunken spot on her cheek could not hide the obvious smile. The words were actual words, not the sounds and pointing with her left arm that he had become used to.

"Yes, she is happy. She picked a very good young man." Walker stepped up and led her into the bedroom.

"Batt...?" She asked.

"Bath? Sure." Walker went in and started the bathwater. Carla had nearly managed to remove her gown by the time he got back. 

He quickly undressed her the rest of the way, then helped her into the bathtub.

This was the hardest part for him. He was now well over full year without being with anyone, and even in what was nearly that long prior his sex life had been spotty at best.

Her affair, the disruptions, make up sex, more disruptions. That had not been a good time in his life. He had tried so hard to recapture the magic that had been there before, but the emotion would not come.

Carla's breasts were still beautiful, the only real change was now her pubic hair was untouched and natural. Even the rather ugly scar on her side that nearly matched his own did not detract from the fact that she was beautiful.

Walker used a soapy washcloth, doing his best to keep himself under control as he cleansed her thoroughly. Carla was showing the obvious signs of a reaction to his touch, she looked up at him with that same familiar look he had seen so many times before. 

Once out of the tub and dried off, he helped her over to the bed. She lay back, allowing her legs to part slightly. Ignoring the heated reactions she was giving him, her got her pajamas on and turned the covers back.

He got her into bed, tucked her in, checked the sound monitor. 

"Will you stay with me?" Carla asked him softly, as clear as a bell.

Walker just shook his head. Then he went to his own bedroom next door like he had since the day he brought her home from the hospital.

He lay there listening to the quiet sound of her breath on the monitor.

"Love you." He heard her say, again as clear as a bell. He sat bolt upright. Did he just dream that? After a few moments her breath was coming slowly, quietly, so he lay back down. 

It was another fitful night.

+++

Melanie moved in the next week after Sara ans Tim's wedding, Walker took his truck and helped her. That really didn't take long, her little girl Beth had more things to move than Melanie did.

She was now a delightful 6 year old, Walker was very pleased to hear the sounds of her playing, it brought back so many memories.

Just two weeks later Sara and Tim were back from their honeymoon, she looked radiant like always.

"Tim is perfect, Daddy!" She whispered into his ear with a giggle as she hugged him. Then she went into the bedroom to visit with her mother.

Walker was in the kitchen helping Melanie with lunch when Sara came back out.

"Mom is talking much better, when did that start?" She asked.

"The day of your wedding, she began to speak as soon as we got home that night."

"Wow, that is great! Maybe she will really get well?"

"Maybe, honey. We can hope so." Melanie went in to get her, they were back quickly.




White Lies Ch. 03



"She got her blouse and pants on by herself, all I had to do was help her button them." Melanie grinned, whispering to him.

Walker looked over at Carla, she smiled back at him.

Later that afternoon, he heard sounds coming from the living room, then laughter. Looking in, Carla was sitting on the floor playing with some toys with little Beth. Melanie sat nearby in a chair, just watching. He grinned to himself and left them alone, going back to his work adding a second bathroom and shower off the rear living quarters that Melanie and Beth were now using.

This would afford them more privacy in their own lives, at the moment they had to share the facilities. It hadn't really been a problem although Walker had already seen Melanie several times in just a huge bath towel. 

The first couple of times he had apologized and quickly gone back into the main living room. Then since she didn't act concerned in the slightest, he became almost used to it.

She also came out wearing thin pajamas to watch TV, and it was very clear that was all she had on.

Walker did his best to not stare at her, feeling pangs of guilt at his body's reaction.

Walker bought a nice smaller flat screen TV for her room, but she told him she preferred to watch it with all of them together.

Several times he had to make his mind go blank when she shifted positions, causing her upper body to move beneath the cloth.

There was one time when he was bathing Carla that she came in, it was always a struggle to get her out of the tub when it became slippery so Melanie stepped in to help. That time her pajama top had gaped open and Walker saw Melanie's bare breast.

His own reaction was instant, and Melanie noticed, but since she had both hands busy helping Carla there was nothing she could do.

She smiled shyly but said nothing, just continued steadying Carla until Walker could lift her out to the floor.

They looked into each others eyes for a moment, Walker was the first to break the gaze with a blush. Thoughts had crept into his mind, he could not help that.

Then several times after that, he looked up to see Melanie again watching him with an odd expression on her face. She always looked quickly away when she caught his gaze.

That caused him to have dreams. They weren't dreams of sex, instead they were of being trapped, with no hope. Melanie would be there, reaching for him, but always just beyond his best efforts.

He knew what was causing them, his entire life was now a trap.

+++

Nearly another full year went by, with all of them just living their lives. Walker had began the work on the second bathroom many months before, a huge amount of effort and he had it nearly finished. Part of the problem there was that Walker had no skills at all in construction or plumbing and wiring, so each and every step was a learning curve.

Still, it was now looking very good, and he felt a deep satisfaction at his efforts.

Carla's progress had become rapid, even her Doctors were surprised. She now always dressed herself, she even began to do some cooking. Her speech became nearly normal.

Walker was floored when he came home from the hardware store with some parts to finish hooking up the shower he had built in the second bathroom to find Carla outside on her bike.

Before she had ridden the bike, but only rarely since she had a fear of traffic. She had never gotten really comfortable with it.

She was only doing little trips up and down the driveway but she was staying on it. Melanie sat on the porch watching, a smile on her face.

"Carla is really progressing very quickly. Soon she will be able to take care of herself, you know." Melanie told him.

Walker sat down beside her, completely aware of her body so close to him.

"You are almost finished with the addition, and now it is starting to look like you won't be needing me any more." Melanie told him.

He glanced over at her, realizing that it was a question.

"You can live here as long as you want to." He told her.

"Really?" She asked, sounding excited. Her hand came out and touched his forearm, Walker was completely aware of that also.

"Yes, really. You are part of the family now, you and Beth." Then uncomfortable with the feelings that Melanie's touch was causing, he got to his feet.

Melanie stood up and hugged him tightly, the first time she had ever done that. Walker's reaction was instant, and Melanie felt it.

"Oh." She said, letting go.

"I'm sorry." He told her, blushing.

She looked up at him, then smiled.

"Don't be sorry, it's a compliment!" Then with a giggle, she turned and went back into the house. Walker stood and watched her walk away, his mind whirling. 

He had been having more thoughts of her every day now, with no way to stop them, no way to react to them either.

Carla rode up and stopped, glancing at Melanie as she went inside, then back at Walker. Her left eyebrow raised slightly but she didn't say anything.

Walker took a deep breath. Then he went inside and finished the shower, tested it. Everything was perfect. Melanie hugged him again when he showed it to her, getting the same reaction.

This time she took her sweet time letting go.

"I wish...." She started to say, then she quickly retreated leaving him standing there with more mixed emotions.

He had a tough time with that, finally quietly in his own bathroom he took care of the problem in the only way he had now. The sensation of Melanie in his arms filled his thoughts. Later, he went to bed and had another fitful night.

Sometime during the night he dreamed of Melanie, coming towards him, opening her blouse to bare her breasts as she did so.

Walker woke up with a start, feeling the dampness from his nocturnal emission. The dream was clear in his mind.

He got up, pulled on his robe and went to the bathroom to shower. Glancing at the clock, he saw it was nearly 3 in the morning. He finished and dried off, stepping out he saw Melanie at her bedroom door.

"Is everything OK, Walker?" She asked him. The night light behind her framed her body clearly through the thin pajamas she wore.

"Yes, fine. I just...needed a shower. Trouble sleeping." He told her, unable to force his eyes from the outline of her full right breast. Her hip and lower body were also clear, he could make out the shadow of her mass of pubic hair.

She looked at him with a smile, then glanced down at herself and back up.

It was obvious that Melanie was well aware of how much of her he could see. Walker fought the urge to just reach out for her, barely managing not to.

"Well, goodnight." He told her, stepping by to his own room.

"Good night." Melanie answered. Her voice sounded slightly disappointed.

+++

Life had become a rhythm. Carla was now often up before anyone, making the Coffee, then progressing to breakfast. Melanie and Beth joined them for meals. Life changed to his having two women busy around the house.

It was almost like having two wives, except for the separate bedrooms. 

He would have thought that perhaps there might be friction between them, but there was never any sign at all of that. Since Melanie and Carla got along famously, Walker began to think of perhaps going back to work.

Then one afternoon he came in and found Carla busy on the computer, both of her hands flying across the keyboard like he had seen her do so often before her stroke.

She glanced up and saw the surprised look on his face.

"It's like I start to do something and then how to do it just floods into my head." She grinned at him. 

Walker just nodded, pleased.

He went to check on Beth who was playing in the den, she sat there at a table writing in big block letters. Now seven years old, she was reading and writing fairly well.

Melanie came up to him as he stood there watching. Without thinking, Walker instinctively reached out and put his arm around her waist.

Melanie looked up at him with a mild expression of surprise, then she turned and leaned forward and kissed him. It was only a brief peck but it made his head swim as his lips touched hers.

Without a thought he kissed her again, this time it was much more than a peck. He looked at her face, tears welled up in the corner of her eyes and she let go of him.

Walker stood there trying to figure out what had just happened as she stepped back, then she quickly retreated to her bedroom. He went into the living room and turned on the TV, sat there not seeing it for quite a long time.

+++

A few days later Walker was surprised to look out and see Sara and Tim drive up. He went out onto the porch to greet them.

"Hi, kids!" He called out as they walked up the driveway.

"Got some news, Dad." Tim said.

"Let's go inside, get you sat down, OK?" He added.

"OK." Walker knew from Tim's manner that something was up. They went inside, gathered around the kitchen table. Melanie took one look and made herself scarce.

"That Jonathan guy, you know he was scheduled for release in just a couple of months?"

Walker nodded. It wasn't something he had been concerned about but it had been in the back of his mind.

"Well, it won't happen. He is dead." Tim said flatly.

"Dead? Really? What happened?" Walker had not thought of him much what with all the other problems in his life the last couple of years.

"He got into some kind of conflict, insulted some bad people. There was a fight and one of them had a knife."

"Oh." Walker felt nothing at all.

He knew that part of his life was over.

"One other thing." Tim told him. Sara was beaming, Walker knew instantly.

"You are going to be a Grandpa." Tim grinned.

Walker felt like doing some handsprings.

Then he lectured Tim about using Cocoa Butter every single night to keep her from having any stretch marks, Sara broke out in giggles when he told them that he wanted to be there when his Grand baby was born.

"Jeez, Daddy! Relax, it's still almost seven months away!" She told him as he was hugging her.

Carla and Melanie came in right at the last of that, so it all had to be repeated.

"Good. I am really happy now." Carla said, hugging Sara. Then there were hugs all around, when Melanie hugged Walker he saw Carla watching, she again had a strange look on her face.

Glancing over at Sara, he saw the exact same expression. He felt himself blush mildly and let go of Melanie.

+++

That night as Walker lay in bed, his head filled with thoughts, there was a soft tapping on the door.

"Can I come in?" He heard Carla ask.

"Sure, what is it?" He sat up, thinking she needed his help with something.

The door opened, for a moment Carla's body was outlined in the dim light from the hallway.

It was clear that the short nightgown she had on was all she wore. She came over and sat on the edge of the bed, for several moments she simply sat there saying nothing.

"Walker, I want...." Her hand reached out and touched his bare chest, slid downwards over his stomach. Then she drew back the light covers and slid into bed with him.

Walker understood, he tried his best to let his mind go blank but failed. She pressed her lips to his chest, slid one hand downwards to fondle him.

There was no reaction at all.

"Carla, no! I...I can't!" Walker's mind flooded with that same vision of her doing the same thing with Jonathan. For a moment his stomach churned, a feeling of illness swept over him. 

He reached down and pushed her hands away.

"I just can't!" He told her bitterly.

Stubbornly, she reached again for him.

"Let me. Please?" She told him, renewing her efforts. The sensations from her practiced hands began to have an effect this time, as Walker gave up and tried very hard to make his mind go blank.

Even at that the best he managed was a halfway hard erection, Carla kept on until finally Walker climaxed weakly.

Carla sat up, looked at him. He could barely make out her face. Her eyes appeared to be shiny, like tears were forming, but he could not be sure.

"Oh...Walker...I am so sorry!" She whispered, then she stood up and quickly left. He listened for a few moments to the monitor in her room as she sobbed quietly, then nothing. He realized she had reached over and shut it off.

+++

"I want to talk to you." Carla told him just a few days later.

"OK." Walker steeled himself for that.

They sat down at the kitchen table, she looked down at first, then her chin came up and she looked him right in the eyes.

"I can take care of me now..myself..I am OK." She said, haltingly.

"Yes, I am happy to see that." Walker said.

"You don't love me any more, do you? You don't even try to touch me?"

"Carla, I..I just can't." Walker told her.

"You will never want me again, will you?" She said, looking down sadly.

"No. Probably not, not like that." He admitted.

"I can't stay then. I want to go be with Sara." She said flatly.

"What? Carla, I.."

"I love you but you don't. I know. So this is best. I asked Sara and Tim, they have room and say..said OK. I can help with the baby. Sara wants to work, she wants to be somebody."

"You know you can stay here, I will take care of you."

"No. It's time, I have to move out. You need your life back...and so do I." She said. The look on her face was stubborn, final.

"All right. If that is what you want." Walker sighed.

"It is. You can have your life, maybe Melanie?" Carla said.

"Melanie? I don't..we aren't doing anything..?"

"I know that too. You are stupid, she loves you. That is why I tried..I wanted you back, even if it would only be just a part of you, but..." Carla actually laughed.

Walker had no idea what to say.

"My fault. If I could go back?..I can't though. This is best, I am leaving you, OK?" Her eyes became wet.

Walker pulled her to her feet, held her for quite a long time.

"OK." He said finally.

"But I do love you, Walker. I am really sorry." She said.

Walker leaned down and kissed her, the first time in a very long time. He knew she was right, this part of his life was over.

But deep down inside he was not sure that Melanie was all that interested in him, not in the way it would need to be. Perhaps sexually, he had thought that. But permanent? As a couple?

For himself, it would need to be that way. He had no interest now in any sexual fling.

He really had no idea at all how to say anything to her about it, other than just a couple of incidents, there really had been nothing between them.

Melanie was his employee. Other than a few incidents that were just a result of living close together, there had been nothing. Just a couple of hugs, an innocent kiss, there had been not one single thing to make Walker think that she was in love with him.

Not knowing what to say or how to say it, he said nothing at all.

+++

"I guess you really won't be needing me now?" Melanie said to him as they finished packing the last box for Carla.

Sara had spent the entire morning helping them, carrying boxes out to the big van she had rented. She had just came back inside in time to overhear that.

"I don't know what is going to happen. But you are welcome to stay here until...?" He told her.

"Daddy! You dumb ass! Tell her!" Sara blurted out. 

Walker just looked at her.

"For God's sake, Daddy! Melanie is in love with you! Aren't you, Melanie?"

Melanie blushed furiously, stood up. Walker turned and looked at her. Then he grinned.

Melanie piled into his arms.

"I am still married, I need to deal with all of that..." Walker said but that was muffled as her lips met his.

"Daddy, you and Mom haven't really been married for almost three years. It's time you get to be happy again! Mom will be just fine with us, and I want her there." Sara grinned.

Just then Tim walked in. He stopped and looked around in confusion. Then realizing, he grinned also.

"I had to kick Daddy's ass, honey!" She laughed.

Looking back at Walker now kissing Melanie, Sara grinned.

"Let's get out of here before they embarrass us!" She said, grabbing her husband's hand and leading him out the door.



White Lies -- Love and Confidence



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And now for the story...

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Teaser

Patrick opened his brown eyes and found himself lying naked on his back in his girlfriend, Noel's, bed. Noel, was straddling him with own fully nude body while rubbing her very wet pussy along the full length of his erection. To his amazement, Patrick could not remember how he had gotten there in the first place.

Chapter One

"I don't understand it." Noel said to Patricia, Patrick's twin sister. "I practically ripped his clothes off and still he wont make love to me." She was nearly on the verge of tears and Patricia could hear the desperation in Noel's voice as she asked, "Is it me? Have I been wrong all these months? I thought he really loved me; I had hoped he would ask me to marry him!"

They were both sitting at the kitchen table in Noel's apartment drinking coffee and discussing Noel's relationship dilemma. Patricia had stopped by Noel's apartment after getting off work from the hospital where she was a nurse. In desperation, Noel had asked Patricia over. She hoped Patricia might shed some light as to why Patrick had resisted every attempt she had made to become intimate with her. She wanted so much to give herself to him and show him how much she truly loved him. 

"No Honey! It's not you at all. He really does love you. He's told me so." Patricia told her reassuringly.

"Then what is it? God, he doesn't think I'm a slut for throwing myself at him, does he?" Noel asked, her mind a mess of confusion.

Patricia thought for a second and then said hesitantly, "Listen Noel, you can never tell him I told you this. Never! It would brake his heart if he found out that anyone else knew about it. Do you understand?"

Noel said pleadingly, "Please tell me. If it is coming between us, I've got to know!" 

"Has he ever told you about his ex-wife Cindy?" Patricia asked.

Noel replied, "No. In fact, he avoids the subject like the plague. I figured it must be really painful for him so I don't push him on it." 

"That's an understatement!" Patricia began, "Let me tell you what the bitch did. About two months after they were married she started having an affair with some guy she met at work. She didn't have the guts to tell him, so she figured she would just drive him away. For almost six months, every time they would get in bed she would tell him how small he was, how he wasn't satisfying her, how he didn't measure up. She would bring home porn movies, point to whatever long dicked male mutant happened to be on the screen at the time, and say to him 'There's a real man!'. No matter what he tried, and he tried a lot of things to please her, she gave him the same line. Finally, when he started to believe her, he told her he did not want her to be unhappy and asked he if she wanted a divorce."

"You don't mean he's that small?" Noel asked.

Without hesitation, Patrician replied, "No, of course not. He's about average, five and half to six inches." Noel could tell that Patricia was embarrassed discussing her brother's intimate affairs with her. 

Patricia continued, "She was just playing with his mind to get him to let her go."

"But how do you know all this?" Noel asked, shocked that Patricia would have such intimate knowledge of her both her brother's affairs and body.

Patricia picked up her cup of coffee and took another drink before she continued, "Because after they broke up I was blindsided. I didn't even see it coming. I asked him about it but he wouldn't tell me anything so I looked her up and asked her. She actually told me the whole sordid truth. I think she felt guilty about it and was glad to have someone to tell it to."

"Fuck! No wonder he is afraid to get intimate with me." Noel exclaimed. "How am I ever going to get him over this?"

"Hell, I don't know. I can't even keep a man of my own! But I'll bet between the two of us we can come up with something!" Patricia stated earnestly, then added, "You're a good woman and he deserves you, especially after what he's been through."

And so, that night they came up with a plan which they would put into action the next day.

Chapter Two

As the fog of sleep began to evaporate, Patrick opened his eyes and found himself lying naked on his back. As he lay on the bed in Noel's apartment, with her legs straddling him and her arms about his neck, she rubbed her very wet pussy along the full length of his erection. Patrick could not remember how he had gotten there in the first place. The last thing he remembered was sitting at the dinning room table in Noel's apartment. He had just finished a wonderful candlelight dinner which she had prepared. Everything had been perfect from the honey glazed roast chicken to the wild rice with pineapple she had served. He had just finished his glass of wine and could only remember becoming suddenly very tired. After that, well, there was nothing after that, until now.

What he did not know was that this was all part of the plan Noel and his sister had cooked up. The "wine" he drank was actually just plane grape juice, but with one little extra ingredient, a sedative from a prescription that Patricia had gotten from a doctor friend of she knew! 

Noel walked over to the table, picked up the bottle of "wine" and carried it into the kitchen where she emptied it down the sink. Then, she went to the refrigerator, removed the glass picture that held the original contents of the bottle and poured half of it back into the bottle. After that, she emptied the glass picture into the sink and give it a quick rinse. She then went back into the dinning room and placed the wine bottle back onto the table from which she had removed it.

He had gone out like a light and when he did, Noel called Patricia to come over and help her with the next phase of the plan. Between the two of them, they had gotten him into the bedroom and Patricia helped Noel get her brother undressed down to his undershorts. At that point, Patricia said to Noel, "He will be a little bit groggy for a few minutes but that will pass quickly. He should be out for about another half an hour. I'd love to see his face when he wakes up but he's still my brother so you'll have to take it from here. Good luck!" And then Patricia left Noel there with her almost totally nude brother.

Knowing she had plenty of time, she removed her clothing slowly and regretted that he was not awake to enjoy it, but then, there would be plenty of opportunities in the future for him to do so.

Noel was a tall woman with a height of about six feet and was what people tend to call now-a-days full figured. She was a natural redhead with long wavy hair six inches past her shoulders and she had a full but neatly trimmed mat of pubic hair. Her body was covered with an ample, but not gross, amount of freckles that accompany most true redheads and Noel's skin, while somewhat whiter than normal, was not pale mostly because of the freckles. She had wide ,"child bearing", hips that many men find attractive and full firm large breast that did not in anyway sag. Noel's ass was firm but had just enough excess to give it the most pleasant wiggle when she walked and it alone had turned the heads of both men and women alike. The aureoles on her breast were darker and slightly larger than normal and her nipples were proportioned to their size. She had found herself forced to wear a bra out of modesty because, while her nipples were not huge, they were quite prominent when she was aroused or they were agitated by the cold.

As long as she had known him, Patrick had always been self conscious about his body, Noel had never seen so much of him before. And so, having undressed herself, she knelt beside him on the bed taking in his body with her eyes before removing his last garment.

He was a somewhat hairy man about his legs and arms but not so much on his chest and back. His frame was that of a large man with naturally large chest and hips. His skin was not pale but certainly not tanned. While not obese, he carried an extra twenty pounds which only manifested itself around his waist as small "love handles". He had told her once that he had been slightly overweight all his life. And so, he possessed the muscular legs of a man who had carried just a touch of extra weight. His brown hair was short and parted to the right. She knew he liked to keep it that way, not out of upbringing but simply for the convenience of it and on him it looked good. He was in every physical way save one mostly an average man. There were two things she found most attractive in him. The first was not physical being his personality. But the second was his long beautiful lashes. She found them so rare in men that it was actually the first thing she'd noticed about him when they had met. 

Noel slowly bend down over him and pulled his underpants off revealing his pubic area. His sister had been right, he had the average six inch long circumcised penis of an American male.

As Noel looked at Patrick she found she was becoming very wet in anticipation of what joy they would share together. Fascinated by the hair on his muscular legs, she gently reached out and let the palm of her hand glide softly over the top of his leg closest to her and began ever so slowly stroking the soft fur covering it. She noticed as she did that he was beginning to form an erection and his breathing began to quicken slightly. She immersed herself in the sensual pleasure the feeling of her hand on his leg was giving her. After a few moments more of her attentions he became fully erect and she knew it would not be long before he awakened.

Slowly, she moved to kneel on all fours parallel to him. Her heart began to race in anticipation as she carefully placed her right leg over him and moved her body atop his, her pelvis directly over his. With her hips now straddling him, the feeling was glorious as the head of his penis caressed the furrow of her pussy with each breath he took. Her juices began to flow from her pussy onto the head of his penis.

When his eyes opened she kissed him passionately on the mouth and said to him, "That was the most incredible feeling I have ever had Darling. I must have cum three times. If I had known you had that much passion for me, I would have ravaged YOU long ago. And look at you, still ready for more!"

"I am?" he said. His mind was a mass of confusion. As his thoughts became clearer, he realized that his penis was fully erect.

She looked him in the eyes and said, "Oh darling YES. The wine must still be affecting you a little; you drank quite a bit you know."

"I did?" he said as the last cobwebs left his mind. Then he added, "We made love and you enjoyed it?"

"What does this tell you?" she said to him and began running her soaking wet pussy up and down the outside of his shaft lubricating it with her juices.

While his mind struggled to grasp everything she had said, he looked down at her full bosom and he realized from her hard nipples and the juices coating his dick that she was very aroused.

"Is it possible that he could have this effect on a woman?" he asked himself in his mind but before he could formulate and answer she kissed him more passionately on the lips, opening her mouth to probe his with her tongue.

"It must be true." he thought to himself and in that instant, he realized he had had nothing to fear from becoming intimate with this woman who he loved and so obviously loved him.

He opened his mouth and their tongues intertwined to dance erotically with each other.

Feeling his willingness, she taunted the head of his penis playfully with the mouth of her pussy.

Finally, with the fires of passion burning in him, he suddenly placed one arm round her back and as the hand of the other arm pulled her ass down to him he trust deeply into her warm wet pussy.

"OHHH!" she moaned into his mouth in surprise and ecstasy at the sudden unexpected show of passion. When the base of his cock rubbed her sensitive clit as their bodies joined, it sent a tiny jolt of pleasure through her whole body.

He held himself buried deeply into her while his hands roamed sensually all over her body. The feeling of his hands on her sent a little wave of pleasure through her with every movement they made.

"UMMM!" He said as began slowly rocking up and down on his manhood leaving just the head into her each time her body rose from his.

When she was half way up he would raise his hips and bury himself into her again. Then, when he was withdrawn halfway and she had started to lower herself to take in his cock he would plunge deeply into her on coming pussy. Each time their bodies were fully joined her clit would grind hard upon the base of his cock.

"FUCKKK!" she said raising her mouth from his and tossing her head backward in lust. 

He pulled all but the crown of his prick from her pussy once again only to begin teasingly moving just and inch of his shaft in and out of her.

"OHHH GODDD!" Noel said as he buried more of his cock into her with each successive stroke hastening the raising tide of an orgasm that was fast approaching her. 

"SOOO CLOSE!" She said as she rode him in rapture as each wave she rode rose higher than the wave before.

Feeling his own orgasm almost upon him, Patrick began to quicken his pace until he was making full strokes once again into her now flowing pussy. At the same time, he reached up and took hold of her breasts in his hands and his thumbs gently rolled around each nipple sending her over the edge.

"CUMMMING!" she said wildly, her hips falling hard upon him as her body writhed atop him uncontrollably in the rapture of orgasm.

Her quivering pussy undulating around his cock sent him over the edge and he erupted into her filling her with the fruit of their passion.

As the waves of their orgasms diminished, their tongues again danced sensually and he pulled her to him and once more kissed her.

They lay there holding each other until, in unison, they broke their kiss and said, "I love you!"

Then she said to him, "Will you still love me if I confess to you a little white lie?"

He had begun kissing her about the neck as his hands once more began exploring the sensual feeling of her body when he said, "Nothing you could ever say will change that now!"

Raising to look him straight into the eyes, Noel said to him, "We've never done this before just now."

Patrick looked at her stunned for a second and when his mind realized what she had done he laughed and said to her, "Then I supposed I will just have to give you a severe tongue lashing to teach you a lesson!" With that, he pulled her to him and took her left breast into his mouth and as he ran his tongue around her nipple he muttered to Noel over and over again, "Bad Girl. Naughty, Naughty Girl."

Prologue

When they were both awake the next morning, Noel told Patrick the whole story of how his sister had helped her. They decided that they must do something to repay his sister. After they lay there for a while, Noel told Patrick her plan to set up Patricia with a friend she knew. But then, that's another story...

The End



White Lies



"Not that first time, we didn't." She grinned, jumping up, then pushing him back she piled on top of him. Walker finally managed to get her unwrapped or they would have been screwing right there on the porch.

Inside, he reached for a packet almost by habit, she looked at that and laughed.

"I don't think we need those damned things any more, honey!" She giggled.

"Thank God!" Walker laughed.

+++

The next month Walker and Carla stood up before the local judge, the only ones there were her brother and his wife, and his boss from work. Walker wouldn't have been happy with a huge wedding anyway, he was happy just knowing Carla was now all his.

A shade over six months later little Sara was born, how 9 pounds and five ounces came out of there Walker just could not imagine. He was right there in the room as she delivered, it was rather intense.

"That's impossible, I can barely get my...." He started to say when the head of his child appeared. 

Then he managed to get his mouth shut, but not before one of the nurses looked at him and broke up laughing. Then they all started to laugh. 

Even in the middle of sweating and straining, Carla started laughing also and that did it, Sara came squirting right out of there.

"We should put this guy on the payroll!" One nurse said to the other, then they smacked the baby on the fanny and she started yelling her head off.

Little Sara was born nice and fat, with a shock of red hair. That was a surprise until Sara mentioned that her late grandmother was also a redhead with green eyes.

+++

Walker could not have been happier, he and Carla settled down into an easy life style. It really helped when he was promoted to shift foreman a year later which jumped his pay nicely.

He also actually expected that there would be a second child quickly, but it just never happened. 

That didn't matter, Sara filled up nearly every single waking moment of their lives.

When Sara was two, Carla mentioned she wanted to go back and finish her schooling, she still had a few years left to become a Registered Nurse.

Walker took on extra shifts driving the fork truck, saving up the overtime to pay for the schooling. His boss didn't mind that at all, Walker always managed to get the huge crates inside the boxcars without poking holes in them or smashing anything.

The next semester Carla went back to class, once again running the entire distance each day.

He realized how hard that was, Carla didn't drive and didn't want to learn. He couldn't drive her himself because he either had to get her there way early, or he would be late for work himself.

There was no bus line, so he bought her a bike. She rode it just one time, then refused to any more because the cars scared her.

So they moved to a larger apartment that was only a mile and a half from the college. Carla continued running to school and back.

Once school was finished, and Carla had her degree, she went to work for a local Doctor.

That lasted just a few months, she was then hired in a clinic that was part of a national chain. She began to take a taxi to work each day, not a problem since they could easily afford that.

The bad part about being a registered nurse is that there is no such thing as a schedule. People need attention when they need it, so often Carla came home hours late. Walker did not mind that at all, it gave him time to be with Sara, watching as she struggled with schoolwork, then delighting in her changing from a little girl into a young woman.

Walker now managed the warehouse he worked at, their combined income was enough that they had few if any things they could not afford. They found a nice little two bedroom house and bought it.

Life became even better, they both enjoyed Sara, watching her develop as she went through grade school, then high school

Walker was home with her the night a boy came to the door for the very first time. He answered to door to a young well dressed and polite young man.

"Daddy!" Sara squealed in protest when he told the young man that Sara was his daughter and he WOULD bring her home EXACTLY like she was at the very moment...or ELSE!

The young man turned bright red, Walker grinned at his discomfort. Then Sara hugged him, nodding when he called out "MIDNIGHT!" after them.

It was fifteen minutes to midnight when Walker heard the car drive up outside. He had the lights off and was sitting in the living room in the dark. He got up and quietly slipped into bed with Carla.

"She is home." He told her. She giggled and hugged him.

Finally one tearful day Sara was off to college all the way on the other side of the country. Walker had doted on her, she was the most precious thing in his world.

But suddenly it was just Walker and Carla again, both of them barely into their 40's. At first that was wonderful, they had much more time for lovemaking, going out. The front lawn became beautiful, completely weed free. Even the picket fence Carla had wanted around their little piece of the world got built.

Once each week Sara called and they had a long visit, Walker found himself looking forward to each call.

Sara, beautiful Sara with her tall magnificent looks and long flowing red hair, and her mother Carla were Walker's entire reason for being.

+++

Then Carla became moody. She would be bubbly happy, then long periods of acting like she was upset. It didn't take very long before the mood swings rubbed off on Walker and affected him.

There were quite a few arguments, all of them about nonsense. After one rather fierce one that was completely messing up his ability to watch a race on TV, Walker blew his stack and drove down to the old bar he used to frequent.

It had been years since he was even in the place, it looked exactly the same. The same photos hung on the wall, he felt like he had never even left the place. One would think that two decades would bring lots of changes, but it was like he was young again, right back in that time years before.

There was an old lady sitting on the end bar stool, Walker knew it couldn't possibly be the same one but it sure did look a lot like her.

The bartender was now a woman, overweight with way too much cleavage showing.  So much that when she bent down to pick up a bottle out of the cooler, the fact that she wore no bra became quite clear.

"Whatcha have, honey?" She asked. He ordered a beer, finding he liked the familiar taste, it had been years since he even drank one.

He was sipping on his third one, thinking it was time to head on home and see if Carla had calmed down when someone slid onto the stool next to him.

It took him a moment, then he realized it was Sherry. That nearly floored him. Over twenty long years and she was still coming in here?

"So, Walker! How in the hell are you?" She asked.

"Sherry. Well, I'll be damned! You look great!" He told her.

She did, too. She had on a loose top, on the short side matching skirt. She actually appeared to be a bit dressed up for only four on a Saturday afternoon. He would have expected to see some weight gain but there was no sign of that, even her hair was the same color, although it was shorter and in a page boy style.

"So, are you married, a houseful of kids?" She asked.

"Married, but just one girl. You?"

"I was once, for about three months. Now I am single." She gave him a sidelong glance.

"No kids, then?"

"No. I just never found the right guy."

"Why not?" He asked.

"When I did decide on the one I wanted, someone else had already grabbed him." She grinned, giving him a sidelong glance.

Walker nodded, that didn't quite register on him.

"You remember that day I came over to see you, but you were with...that girl?" She asked finally, after a long moment of silence.

"Yes, that was Carla, she is the woman I married."

"I know. I had made up my mind, every guy I went out with was just...I kept coming back to you. You always made me feel..you know." She smiled, her eyes settling on his.

Walker felt himself blush slightly at that, Sherry certainly had been good in the sack, they had done about everything two people can possibly do and a few things that might raise some eyebrows. He felt himself begin to erect at the long forgotten memories.

He looked directly at her, she looked back with a sly smile. Those same old long forgotten memories, feelings started right up again. He was just about to ask her, even though deep in the back of his mind he knew it would be wrong.

Just then a man in his fifties stepped up on the other side. He said something to her that Walker didn't catch, she shook her head no.

"OK. Can I call you later then?" He asked.

Sherry nodded, turned back to Walker as the man ambled off.

"What was that?" He asked her.

"Just a customer." She smiled at him.

"Customer?" Walker asked, slightly confused.

"A girl has to earn a living, honey. But hey, if you want to, I won't even charge you. Call it for old time's sake. Besides, with you I know I will like it." Sherry told him, a big smile on her face.

"You mean..? You are a working girl now?"

"Hell, I always was, you know that." She grinned at him.

"So that is why you were dating?..No. I didn't know that."

"It's no big deal, Walker. So how about it? Want to have a nice roll in the hay?" She asked.

"Thanks anyway." Walker told her, then he got up and left. She just shrugged her shoulders, the last he saw as he was going out the door was her walking over to the older man's table.

+++

Carla was sitting in the kitchen looking out the window at some Hummingbirds fighting over a feeder she kept there. Walker went over and hugged her, she stood up and pressed tightly to him.

They made love starting right there in the kitchen, ending up in the living room. They might have scooted right on out the front door except it was closed. Every time she lifted with her hips and Walker pressed into her, they slid a good foot. They started giggling when his head bumped the front door.

That was one of those wonderful times, everything was right in the world again.

+++

The wild mood swings continued though, Walker was making a great effort to remain calm around her.

Finally Carla gave up the fight and took the medication to get her body back into balance.

As a nurse, she knew what was happening, as a woman, she had tried to resist it. She became close to normal, acting happy again.

It was about a month later when Carla came home from her shift acting oddly. Walker knew something was up, he just had no idea what.

After dinner, she came in and sat down.

"I want to ask you something, honey." She said.

"Sure, what?" Walker set down his newspaper.

"You and I have always been...just us, right?"

"Well, yes, we have. Why?"

"When we first met, I was only with a couple of guys in my whole life." She said.

"I thought you said just one, but what does that have to do with anything?"

Carla hesitated for a long time.

"I know I told you that, but...There was one boy in my class, it was before I met you. We were dating a lot, I guess I fell in love with him?"

Carla hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words.

"But he went on to another school, we couldn't...we broke up. When I met you, I was still...seeing him...sometimes. But just for a few weeks."

"I didn't know that. That's part of why you insisted I not drive you to school?" Walker asked.

"Yes. I am sorry, I should have told you but then I fell in love with you so that..he...didn't matter." She said.

"Why bother to tell me this now?" Walker asked.

"He is back, he started work at the hospital two weeks ago, he has the afternoon and evening shift so I see him..every day. He has already asked me out a couple of times. I guess I was just afraid you would find out anyway."

"Doesn't the guy know you are married?" Walker was starting to feel a bit pissed off.

"Yes. He does."

"So what does this all mean?" Walker's voice began to raise.

"Don't yell. I was thinking about it. I....I want to."

"What? You want to go out with one of your old lovers? Are you insane?"

"Don't you yell at me. I am just telling you. I never dated...did very much when I was young, and Johnny makes me feel? I don't know, good I guess." 

She looked down for a moment, then back up at him with a determined look on her face.

"Why in the fucking hell bother to tell me? Why not just go cheat and get it over with?" Walker stood up.

"I...I love you, I don't want to break us up. I can't..I don't want to lie to you about it. I just want to...I don't know, feel good I guess? Something different? I liked being with Johnny, and I probably would have...but I met you."

"Johnny, huh? Carla, this is crazy. You are asking me for permission to have an affair?" He yelled.

She cringed slightly at his loud tone.

"Yes. I guess I am asking you exactly that! It wouldn't have anything at all to do with us." Her chin came up, Walker had seen her get that stubborn determined look on her face before.

"How in the god damned HELL would that not have anything to do with us?"

"Please don't YELL at me! It won't, honey, I still love you and I will still be here."

"Well, my answer is NO!" He yelled.

"You don't own me!" She shot back.

Walker looked at her in shock, his mind flashed back to those exact same words coming from Sherry over 20 years before.

He turned and walked out the front door, got into his car and drove away. He had no idea how far he drove, or even where, the next thing he remembered he was pulling in at the old bar.

The place seemed like it was a magnet when he was upset or bothered by something.

The old lady sat on the end stool, she looked up at him and waved. Walker went over to her and introduced himself, she smiled and shook his hand.

"My name is Helen." She said. He nodded, went and found a stool at the other end of the bar, he had no idea at all why he had done that.

The same female bartender with the same overexposed cleavage served him a beer. Walker sat and sipped it, his mind whirling. Twenty long years with Carla, then she sprang something like this on him?

No way in hell could he stand for that. The fact that she knew someone else before him, or even dated at around the same time was something he could accept. There had not yet been any commitment. But now there was, they were married.

They had a child together? How could she do this, or even consider it? In fact, perhaps she already had, and was just feeling him out for a reaction?

How in the hell could she even consider something like that? Walker felt a tear slide down his cheek, he tipped his head and wiped that away.

Helen got up, came over and sat down beside him. He looked over at her, mildly surprised. She looked to be well into her sixties, just a nice looking older woman.

"Honey, either your best friend died or you have a Dog biting your leg." She said with a smile.

"Wife problems." He said.

"Oh. Is she having an affair?" Helen asked him bluntly.

"No. I don't think so..yet. She says she wants to, some guy she knew way back."

"Do you guys get along?" The old woman's manner was disarming, Walker found himself answering her.

"Yes. Usually anyway. The last few months she has been moody, acting funny."

"Change of life, maybe?" She asked.

"Yes, I think so. Perhaps that is it?"

"Some women go all to crap when that happens, honey. They feel old and not desirable. It takes a lot of love and understanding, sometimes a Doctor can help."

"Hell, she is a nurse, and she saw a Doctor about it. Why would she suddenly want to go out with some old boyfriend?"

"She probably feels like she is losing her looks, when those hormones get messed up, just about anything can happen."

Walker didn't know what to say, he just took a sip of his beer.

"One thing, honey. You aren't going to fix anything down here." She grinned at him.

Walker understood that, he got up to head home. Then he turned back to the old woman.

"Who are you, by the way?" He asked her.

"I was a mental health professional for fifty years, honey. I could spot you being messed up from a mile away." She grinned at him.

Walker nodded.

"Go hug her and love her and convince her she is beautiful, and if that doesn't work, come on back and see me." She smiled.

"Thanks." Walker nodded and left. He planned to go home and do exactly that.

+++

Walker drove very briskly all the way home. He pulled into the driveway, and ran into the house. 

Carla wasn't there. He had no idea at first where to even look, Carla didn't drive so she either called a taxi or someone picked her up.

"You don't own me!" Were the very last words she had said to him.

There were only two cab companies, he called both and neither one had a call to his house. Picking up the phone again, he called the hospital, telling them he could not remember the name of the new Doctor on staff.

"That would be Doctor Jonathan Hansen." The receptionist told him. Walker thanked her and hung up.

The hospital had a message machine, listing the names and extensions of each member of staff. When it said, "Doctor Hansen, extension 1430." He punched in the number.

A message came on telling him to leave a name and phone number, that Doctor Hansen was in conference until 10 PM. Walker looked at his watch, it was just before 9.

He went out and got into his car, headed for the hospital as fast as he dared drive. Inside, he looked at the room chart in the lobby, then headed down the long hallway. He found the room, opened the door and walked in.

Carla sat there at the table, she had a cup of coffee in front of her. She looked up at him in surprise.

"Walker? What are you....?"

Walker looked at the man sitting across from her. He was tall and good looking, wearing a white smock. 

He had a shock of red hair.

Walker felt his blood run cold, he stepped over to the table, put his hands on it and leaned forward. 

They both just looked at him. He saw Doctor Hansen's face turn color. Walker knew right then, that very instant. It was obvious, both of them showed the signs of guilt.

"Carla is my wife. If you ever touch her again, I will track you down, cut off both of your arms and legs and take you down to the river and throw you in!" He told the man in a calm and flat voice.

The man just sat there, his face stone white.

"One other thing. My advice is for you to leave town. And FAST!" He glanced over at Carla.

"You! You have already fucked this asshole, haven't you? I can see it in your fucking face." He told her in the same calm flat voice.

Carla just sat there, her face showed the truth.

Walker looked back at Jonathan.

"I am going to call the cops!" The man managed.

"Do it! It won't make any difference at all. They will have to let me out sooner or later, and there is no place on planet Earth that you will ever be able to sleep again!"

Then he turned and walked out the door.

He drove home, tears streaming down his face.

Sara. His Sara. Born with that same shock of red hair. Two decades of love, caring for her, thinking she was his and now he was sure she was not.

He went inside, shut the door and sat down. Somehow he slept. The next morning when he woke up, Carla wasn't there. Walker went in and packed several suitcases, put them into his car and drove all the way to a nearby town. He left the front door to the house standing wide open.

He rented a motel room, paying a month in advance.

He called his office, explaining that he had a problem, and wanted to take his vacation time. His boss argued, saying they needed him.

"I think Carla is cheating on me." Walker told the man flatly.

"Shit! Just shit! Fucking women, God damn it! Go ahead then, Walker, do what you have to do. Just don't get stupid, OK? I will run the office until you get back."




White Lies



Walker went to his bank, withdrew half of their savings. He drove to a different bank and deposited the check.

Carla earned as much as he did, sometimes a bit more so half of it was hers anyway. She had her own credit cards, nothing to do there. They both even had their own retirement plans, so that was it.

The house? It was paid for, the only thing left was his car and Carla didn't drive. He barely got back to the motel when his phone rang. Glancing at it, he saw it was Carla.

He pushed the button, put it to his ear, saying nothing.

"Honey? Please! Come and talk to me!" She pleaded.

"Why? Where the fuck were you all last night?"

"I stayed over at Johnny's. What I asked you, that was a mistake. I have been all mixed up. We didn't do anything, we just talked."

"Johnny's, huh? I will just fucking bet. Tell him I told him, now I am coming after him. It doesn't matter what the consequences are, I told him." That same cold flat tone was in his voice.

"Honey, please don't hurt him. Please don't. It will just cause trouble, I won't ever again, I promise!" Carla wailed.

Walker hung up.

++

Two police cruisers were parked at the hospital, Walker just drove right on by. He was almost back to his motel when another one pulled him over.

There was quite a discussion, Walker explained that he had done nothing at all. Since he hadn't, other than telling the Doctor what he would do if he was caught fucking his wife, they had to let him go.

"I don't blame you one bit, bud. But don't, OK? I would lots rather fuck with the jerk than you. Hell, we get this shit all the time, and we usually end up having to arrest the good guy." The cop told him. 

Then he got into his cruiser and drove back towards town.

Walker went to his motel room, went to bed. He shut off his phone. The next morning he checked, she had called over twenty times.

That afternoon he was on an airplane, headed for New York.

Sara was floored when she looked up and saw him walking into the lobby of the big brownstone apartment building she lived in. Like always, he marveled at how tall, how beautiful she was.

So unlike her mother, who was much shorter. Sara had filled out, developed nicely.

"Daddy!" She yelled, running into his arms. Walker's heart melted, he could not stop the flood of tears.

"Where is Mom?" She asked, looking around.

"Carla didn't come, it's just me. I really need to talk to you."

Walker saw her face change from surprise to shock as he explained what was going on. He didn't mention that he was sure Carla had cheated recently, at least once.

"Mom wouldn't do that, Daddy. She wouldn't lie. I am yours, I know I am! You need to talk to her, Daddy. Please?" She begged.

"I have to know for sure, I will never have peace if I don't." He reached into his pocket, showed her the Q-tip sealed in a plastic packet, and the small vial to place the sample in.

"Daddy, this is silly. I am yours, I know I am!" She was crying now also. This was breaking his heart but he had no choice. She saw that, sighed and opened her mouth.

That evening they went out for a good dinner, Walker got to meet Sara's boyfriend. He was a nice young man, clean cut and well dressed, on his way to becoming a Mechanical Engineer. They spent all of the next day together, then that evening he was back on an airplane. 

He had asked Sara to not mention that he had been there, and promised he would call with the results as soon as he knew.

He wasn't completely sure that she would not tell her mother if she called though.

+++

Once back home and settled, Walker returned to work. Carla called constantly on his cell phone, then tried the office number until she was warned by the receptionist to knock it off.

Sometimes Walker took the calls and talked briefly, sometimes he didn't. Without fail she protested that she had not done anything much with Jonathan, that it was quick and she didn't even feel it, then she apologized over and over for even considering it.

That wasn't enough. Walker just could not find it inside himself to forgive that.

"Haven't you ever looked at a woman and thought about it, Walker? Tell me the truth, damn you! I know I made a mistake but I love you. So I didn't do anything really. It was nothing!" She told him one day when he relented and they had dinner together.

"No! I haven't..." Then he hesitated, thinking of the few brief minutes when he had run into Sherry at the bar. It had popped into his head, that had changed only when he figured out that Sherry was now a working girl.

"I...I guess maybe there is guilt on both sides. But I never cheated on you, Carla, not one time." 

Then he told her about running into Sherry that night. He knew he actually had considered it, briefly. The fact that he had made love to Sherry after they met was no different than Carla being with someone, there was no commitment to each other yet.

Outside, Walker opened the car door for her. She got in and settled, then looked at him.

"Please don't take me home, take me somewhere else. Please?" She asked.

+++

Walker was leaned back on the hotel room bed when Carla stepped out of the bathroom. She was stark naked, smiling.

"Do you love me, Walker?" She asked.

"Yes. I do." She piled on top of him, for quite a long time that evening it was like they had been before. Even her nipples hardened into tiny little buttons, she was excited again like they had been so early on in their marriage. Oddly, she even felt far tighter than normal, Walker had a small struggle gaining entrance.

He was reasonably sure right then that it had been nearly two months for her, also. He woke up the next morning to her making a great effort to get him up and going.

Later, as they lay basking in each others arms, she asked him to please come back home. Walker knew that was where he really wanted to be.

But he still could not get that Jonathan out of his head.

"I don't know, is that guy still around, still asking you out?" He asked.

"Johnny? He is still on staff, but he doesn't bother me now. We just work together, is all. To be honest, I think you scared him. I heard he has applications in all over. You won't hurt him, please? It will just cause trouble."

Walker showed no reaction at all to her calling him "Johnny." Not Jonathan, or Doctor Hansen, but "Johnny."

"That is exactly what I planned on doing." That flat tone was in his voice again. Carla gave him a nervous look.

"I know. But we didn't, we really didn't do anything that mattered. I was all mixed up, confused. I am on some medication now, too. I didn't tell you before, but I was going through the change. I am a nurse and knew but...it made me all crazy."

"I love you so much, Walker!" She rolled over against his chest.

"All right. Let's try." He said. Carla was suddenly happy, excited. By that evening, he had moved back into the house.

+++

Two days later the packet arrived. Carla was at work. Walker went in and sat down, he sat there for a very long time. He didn't want to know, but at the same time he had to.

He opened the packet.

The first line read, "The probability of paternity is 0.00%." It was what he had expected. Walker did not read the rest, he took the packet into the other room, ran it through the document shredder.

He had already dug out the old checkbook stubs for Carla's account, apparently she had not even been thinking about it. All saved and filed in order, going back years.

Birth control pills, not one time had he ever known about that. Then he found the receipts from her trips to different conventions over the years?

That part was fairly easy to figure out.

Next he called Sara in New York.

"It looks like you were right, honey! You are my daughter, all mine!" He forced brightness, happiness into his voice.

"I knew that Daddy. I knew it all along. I am glad. How are you and Mommy doing?"

"We are OK. She is getting some medicine that helps her, things will be all right."

"That's good, I am glad. By the way, we will be flying home in a couple of weeks. We have something to tell you."

"We?" Sara said? Walker knew what that probably was.

"Neat, Honey. We both love you!"

"I love you too, Daddy. Tell Mom for me, too."

"OK. I will." He hung up.

He knew very well that eventually Sara would find out the truth. But there was no way in the world that he could deal with what he knew her reaction would be.

+++

So his baby girl was getting married? That was obvious. Walker was pleased with that. That would delay things a bit, it appeared.

No matter. He went down to a local lawyer's office, placed all of his savings, all of his assets into a life estate, with Sara as the beneficiary.

Back at the house, Walker called the hospital, listened to the list of options. "Doctor Hansen, extension 1430." The recording said.

Walker checked on that every single day. He hung up without saying a word.

He told the man what he was going to do. He thought he had been perfectly clear on that point.

"Johnny" was still there, still working with Carla on a daily basis. Carla was still coming home from her shifts late regularly.

All of those trips, those conventions? The receipts told the story quite clearly. Birth control pills, even though he had tried to have another child, always hoping?

Carla did not want to carry another man's child, or she did not want another one at all.

The reason why no longer mattered.

Walker went into the garage, unwrapped the stun gun he had purchased. He placed that in the case he bought.

Walking over to his workbench, he opened the box. It really was a nice hatchet, solid handle, just the right weight and length.

"Made in China." The tag read. He peeled the sticker off with his thumbnail absentmindedly. Everything in the damned world is made in China nowadays, he thought.

Dull though. He plugged in his bench grinder, began to work the edge of the tool. Then he picked up his honing stone, carefully brushing the edge.

He had told the man, told him in no uncertain terms. Perhaps Jonathan would take the advice, there was still time for him to run.

That was no longer going to matter, though. He had told the man that Carla was his wife.

Walker had a daughter to get married off first. Sperm did not change the fact that Sara was his.

So. A month, maybe two, perhaps six?

No hurry. No hurry at all. He told the man what he was going to do. He had given him very good advice. 

One just does not fuck another man's wife, willing or not. Good wives do not lie and cheat on their husbands.

Once, a moment? He could perhaps understand, the flesh is weak. He knew he had that possible flaw inside himself. Something like that one might be able to forgive, get past it.

But years? Lies, going on and on for years?

Walked tested the edge of the hatchet on a piece of paper, it sliced it easily without tearing.

Satisfied, he put it in the case with the stun gun, pushed the case up onto the very top shelf.

Inside the house, he saw Carla in the kitchen.

"What's for dinner, honey?" He smiled.

No hurry. No hurry at all.



White Light



A strange fantasy

Bob blinked and wondered what on earth had happened. One moment he had been walking home from the pub with his friends and then nothing. However as he looked around he realised the truth. His friends were standing around something on the ground and next to it was a car with its front smashed in and the driver crying. A few moments ago he would have been horrified but now as he realised he was dead he was not and part of him guessed it was because there obviously was an afterlife. 

Then he was worried about the fact he was not a church going Christian but part of him also knew now that was not important. For fifteen minutes Bob stood seemingly unable to move as police cars and ambulances roared up. By now he was getting worried as he was sure the next part of his life or death should be taking place. 

Then to his relief he saw a white light and moved towards it. Standing in front of the light which as he got closer he saw was a door was an angel. She was obviously an angel as she was a stunning big breasted blonde slim with an angelic face and as Bob could see a neat pair of wings and she was fluttering above the ground. She was wearing a virtually see though dress White light

as she smiled at Bob and said, "Hello Bob sorry I am a bit late the system is a little over whelmed. Okay though you go" and she waved towards the door. Bob who fancied himself as a ladies man smiled and asked what her name was and the angel smiled and said, "Alison. Alison Angel now off you go." 

First light

Bob stepped into the light and felt dizzy for a second and then gasped. The air was hot and he seemed to be wearing a white robe. Standing in front of him was a hideous looking woman. She was as tall as him and wider than she was tall with a greasy brown skin. She glared at Bob and said, "There you are boy get me some tea!" Bob gasped as without his conscious mind moving him his body jerked and he felt himself move to the kitchen as he did so his mind told him the woman's name was Tania and terrifyingly he was her husband. In the small kitchen he made a pot of tea for the woman his body not really under his control. Then he carried it out to her.

She was sitting in the next room one of three rooms he realised and glared at him and said, "Serve my tea boy and then clean my feet they are dusty!" Bob gasped and realised where ever he was it was not England but a tropical zone. He served the tea and then gasped as the fat ugly woman pushed a foot up. His body knelt and then to Bob's horror his mouth moved forward and started to lick her feet. While he was not in control of his body he tasted her cheesy dirty feet and groaned and worse felt his dick expand. For ten minutes he licked her fat piggy feet as the woman sipped her tea. Then he moaned as she opened her legs exposing a massive hairy pussy and said, "I fancy coming get in there boy!" Bob's head moved and while he tried to stop himself he could not. The woman was wearing a dirty robe and this flopped over Bob as approached her pussy. He felt sick as her fishy smell hit him but could not stop his mouth opening and he started to lick her hairy pussy. Instantly his mouth was filled with bitter tasting thick liquids and he was forced to swallow. For ten minutes his mouth licked away and Bob swallowed mouthful after mouthful of her liquids. Then he heard her groan and she orgasmed her thighs gripping his head as she did so. However she wanted more and for another thirty minutes he was kept licking. Three more times the monstrous woman groaned in orgasm before Bob was pushed off her. Tania glared at him and said, "You are really a shit lover okay now clear this up and get some sewing done! I am going out and will be back at five for tea!" and with that she waddled off.

Bob moaned and stood and realised that at the side of the room was a box. In it he found a mass of plain white bras and rolls of lace and he knew he had to sew the lace onto the bras. There was no chair so Bob knelt and set to work. Part of him knew he had to sew fifty of these bras a day or Tania would get angry but now he seemed to have more control of his body and he really struggled to do the sewing. All day he knelt sewing unable to stop himself. He found he had to concentrate or he stuck the needle in himself but when he could he felt like crying as he realised an eternity living as this woman's slave was hell. Why he was in hell puzzled Bob as he did not consider he had been a bad person. Finally at four his body jerked and moved and Bob found himself in the kitchen preparing the woman's tea. His body worked again not fully under his control but forcing him to concentrate on what he was doing. 

Then he heard Tania return and she bellowed for him. His body responded and he found her glaring at the sewing. She said, "Only forty you lazy slut! We need fifty done a day or how else can I pay for my fun? Bend over boy!" and Bob moaned as his body not only bent over but lifted his gown to expose his bottom. Tania had picked up a long thick cane and approached him. Bob screamed as the cane slashed six times into his bottom. Then Tania said, "After you have pleased me you can finish these now get my tea boy!" and Bob staggered off to get it his bottom on fire. He served the massive woman tea standing next to her as she ate. As she ate her podgy hand moved and gripped him by the balls and twisted them making him moan. She laughed and said, "Cute boy okay get under the table and get me off!" and instantly Bobs body jerked and moved under the table where for thirty more minutes three times his tongue pleased the vicious woman. Finally she pushed him off and said, "I am off to play! Clean this up and you can have my left over's and then get on with the sewing you useless slut!" and she left him. Bob was feeling sick but worse his body ate the mess Tania had left on her plate and then he had to clean up and then resumed sewing. It was late when she returned and Bob had finished his sewing so she did not beat him. 

However Tania was obviously drunk and grabbed his helpless body and dragged him into the bedroom. She ripped his gown off and Bob was aware he was erect. He stayed erect as for five minutes Tania assaulted him. Obviously the sadistic woman considered this foreplay as she tugged and crushed his dick and balls and amazingly he stayed hard. Bob wanted to scream but all his body let him do was moan as he was abused. Finally she moved and mounted him and rammed her pussy onto his face. She let her weight crush him as automatically his tongue pleased her once more. It was an hour before she moved off him by which time he ached from her weight. Tania had only come three times on him and had slapped him numerous times blaming him not the alcohol for the slowness of her orgasms. Finally she was sated and pushed off him and then kicked him off the bed and Bob realised he was to sleep on the floor. He lay dazed and horrified his mouth sore and his groin bruised and unsatisfied as the sound of Tania's noisy snores filled the room. 

At six Bob's body jerked into action and moved to the kitchen to make Tania's breakfast. He felt exhausted as his body worked but again he had to concentrate so as not to hurt himself. As he worked he noticed the house only had sky lights and only one door and Bob knew his body would not allow him out. He carried the breakfast into Tania who woke up and lifted the sheet and said, "Get going!" in the morning she tasted even worse as he licked her off but she only wanted one orgasm. Then she ordered him to get cleaning and for an hour Bob washed and cleaned as Tania lay in bed. 

She then called him over and pulled the sheet off her gross fat body and said simply, "Clean me!" Bob groaned as his body set to work licking her all over. It was a disgusting task to lick her sweaty flesh but he had no choice. It was difficult for Bob to think what part was worse but her bottom and arm pits were revolting. When he had finished all bar her breasts and pussy she leered and said, "I had better feed you boy!" and she smeared the remains of her breakfast porridge over her breasts. Bob lent and licked it off them and then licked her breasts. They were flabby and covered in tufts of hair as he serviced them. This excited Tania and he was pulled up onto his back and for thirty painful minutes she rode his face. As she did so her hands made free with his groin pulling and squeezing it and to his horror Bob stayed erect. Finally she got off and dressed telling him she was going out to have some drinks with her friends and telling him he had to scrub the house while she was out. Bob did so feeling shattered and she returned for lunch and more oral sex from him. She also brought more bras for him to sew and that this is what he did all afternoon. When she returned he had not done enough so suffered another six blows on the bottom. Then after her tea she went out leaving him to clear up and finish the sewing. She was again drunk on her return and orally raped him for over an hour before kicking him onto the floor. 

The next day was the same but the day after that after he had cleaned and served her she announced they were going shopping. Bob was actually excited about leaving the house but was forced by Tania to put on a massive all over rode including covering his head. It had hidden behind a thick veil two small holes to give him very limited vision. Worse Tania strapped a massive bag onto his back and tied a lead around his neck and dragged him out. In the heat it was killing as she dragged him along with him half blind. He did however notice that their house was one off several as they approached the centre of what must be a village. In the centre was a café full Bob saw of laughing women and next to it a shop. Bob was made to stand as Tania ordered things and filled the bag on his back and as he groaned under the rising weight of the bag he noticed another figure standing wearing the full rode with another fat woman holding his lead. When the bag was full Tania dragged him back to the house with Bob staggering under the painful weight. When they returned she made him put the shopping away before setting him to work while she went off to the café. 

The next six months passed in hideous service. Once a week they went shopping always the same and Bob worked all day from before dawn until after midnight. When he was not cleaning he was sewing and by now Tania wanted eighty bras done a day. Any slacking as she called it led to a beating and it was rare day when she did not beat his bare bottom. As for sex four or five times a day his tongue serviced her body and in particular her pussy. As for him she sadistically groped him leaving his groin bruised and swollen every time. 

By now Bob was wishing he was fully dead as he was sure he was in hell. Then one afternoon as he sewed away his mouth bruised from Tania's pussy and his groin from her fingers he saw to his amazement a six inch high angel appear. It was Alison Angel and Bob sobbed and begged her to remove him from hell. Alison smiled and suddenly was full sized and said, "This is what you deserve based on the way you lived!" then she stopped and magically a list appeared in her hand and she said, "Opps oh dear a screw up! No wonder you do not seem settled Bob. Each person gets the after life they deserve based on their behaviour and as it is fair they accept it! No wonder you are not resigned to an eternity of domestic slavery. This is not yours but Akmead's. A man who believed all women inferior and only suited to serve his needs! Let's go!" 

There was a flash of light and suddenly Bob was standing next to where he had died and he noticed time had hardly passed as the police cars were still there. Alison gave him an obviously angelic smile and said, "Sorry about that but that is why we check with six billion people we are seriously understaffed! Okay try this door!" and she pointed to another white door that had magically appeared.

Second light

The first thing Bob noticed as he steeped though the door was how cold it was. He was not in the desert but in the north and it was snowing and freezing cold. Worse he realised he was wearing a tight T shirt and even worse a mini skirt and what must be fish net stockings. The second thing he saw leering at him was a gigantic black woman taller than him and much larger and worryingly heavily muscled. She leered and said, "Okay my white whore you put the money though into this post box for me to pick up later on! No messing whore and act sexy I want you to pull loads of tricks tonight or else I am going to kick your fucking head in you useless whore!" Bob whimpered in terror and said, "Alison!" and the woman said, "Shut it cunt! You belong to Cassie now!" and savagely slapped his face. The blow was so powerful Bob fell over onto what he now saw was a pavement covered in slush with a car park behind it. Cassie said, "Get up and get strutting whore!" and pulled him up. Bob only had half control of his body as he felt himself wiggle around and shake as Cassie urged him his bottom. He was horrifyingly aware that his dick was stuck erect and he knew that in this afterlife he would have a permanent erection. 

Cassie said, "Grab and wave your cock slut! And shake that arse!" As he did so he noticed cars were going past slowly and also on the pavement must be another dozen men dressed as he was and he realised to his horror he was now a male whore and worse owed by a pimp. Then a car slowed and a fat middle aged woman leered out and said, "Usual price? Good get in sexy arse!" and opened the passenger door. Feeling sick Bob got in the car and the woman drove into the car park and parked on the other side of it away from the lights. She handed Bob what he saw was a ten dollar bill and said, " Tongue then cock!" and pushed her car seat back and lifted her skirt. She was fat and unattractive but Bob stuffed the note in a back pocket on the skirt and applied his tongue between her legs. The woman tasted off as he licked her but was soon wet. She grunted and pushed Bob into the passenger seat and pushed that back and mounted him. As she engulfed him she groaned and grabbed his hands and placed them under her shirt and onto a pair of saggy breasts. She rode Bob hard making him moan as her tough pussy rasped away at his dick. For five minutes she grunted on him and Bob felt himself start to get excited. However he realised that it was going to take him ages to reach orgasm. Before he did so the woman groaned and Bob felt wetness cover his groin. The woman pulled off him and said, "Get out!" and pushed Bob out of the car. As the coldness hit him she rapidly drove away leaving Bob feeling disgusted about how she had used him and then cast him aside. Bob moaned as he was sure this could not be the right after life after all he was a considerate lover wasn't he? 

Across the car park he saw Cassie talking to another boy. As Bob walked resigned towards them he saw he was a black lad dressed as Bob was in a tight summer T shirt and a mini skirt. As he approached Cassie demanded the money and then rammed it into a mail box like box and said, "This is Sammie Bob another of my whores. He will check on you as I do not want you getting silly ideas about my money! Okay get strutting I need cash and the one who earns the least tonight gets flogged okay!" and with that she left the two boys shivering in the freezing air. Sammie turned to Bob and said, "Just dead? I have been here for ten thousand years! Teach me to treat women like whores as I have ended up with one and one now owned by Cassie a real nasty bitch! Okay we had better get back on the line and smile and look sexy Bob because Cassie is a vicious woman!" Bob shuddered at the thought of being here forever but moved back and saw Sammie was lifting his skirt and smiling to the passing cars. Bob groaned as started to wiggle and smile and within five minutes a car had taken Sammie off and quickly another pulled up in front of Bob. Inside was a skinny old black woman who must have been sixty who said, "Get in!" and once more Bob was driven to the far side of the car park. The woman's car was warm but she was wrinkly and ancient and Bob was glad his dick seemed to be stuck hard. The woman said, "Get on the floor and tongue me I can get cock at home" and she handed him a ten dollar bill and lent back. Bob found it hard to get himself on the floor of the car in front of her as she lifted her skirt and pulled her knickers to one side. Soon he was licking her making her moan. For ten minutes he worked away cramped and feeling sick as she produced loads of foul juices. Then finally she came and her juices spurted out covering his face with their stickiness. As soon as her orgasm had subsided she pushed Bob out leaving him feeling badly used. The coldness of the winter air froze the juices on his face as he shuddered in horror at his predicament. 

He got back to the pavement and quickly another car drew up. Inside was a fat black woman who beckoned him in and soon Bob was back on the other side of the car park. This woman handed him a ten dollar bill and said, "Lean back whore!" and mounted and engulfed him. She was a brutal rider bending his erection and jeering at him as she used him and after her orgasm she said, "Nice fuck whore slut I hope to see you tomorrow night! A good fuck with a whore means I get home happy!" and pushed him out. The next six customers were much the same middle aged or older women mostly black who wanted quick sex from Bob. Most demanded oral pleasure to start with and then sex but a couple wanted one or the other. All paid ten dollars and Bob knew that this was the standard amount for the car park. Each time he stuffed the money into the box wondering when he would be finished by now it was pitch dark and he guessed well after midnight. He asked Sammie when both were on the pavement together and he said, "Cassie will collect us at dawn!" Then a car drew up for Bob with two fat middle aged women in and they paid him twenty dollars. However they made him lie on the back seat of the car and he pleased one with his mouth while the other woman ravished him. All the women when they orgasmed produced copious amounts of thick smelly juices making Bob feel dirty and sick. After pleasing this pair of women fewer cars went past and the three customers Bob had all seemed either drunk or stoned and took longer to come. Worse it was now sometimes twenty minutes between customers and the air temperature was at least five degrees less than zero and with the snow now falling Bob froze. Finally the weak sun seemed to appear and Cassie turned up dressed in a leather coat in a flash car. She opened the box and counted the money and then beckoned Bob and Sammie into the car. Bob sat back exhausted and pleased to feel the heat warming him. 

Cassie drove them to a run down apartment block and shoved them into an apartment. It was large filthy apartment and Cassie said, "Get washed and clean sluts and into my bed! You can both sleep with me and we can fuck later on! I am bloody knackered but won three hundred tonight!" Bob and Sammie went to the bathroom and showered together with Bob to confused to care and Sammie said, "All the pimps gamble loads! If they win they buy new whores and if they lose sell us on!" and then they went to bed it was a big double bed and Cassie was already in it naked and snoring and Sammie got in one side and Bob the other. There was not a lot of room as Cassie was a massive woman but Bob was pleased to lie down. He lay horrified by the thought of an eternity here and then realised that once again the angels had mucked things up. However would they notice?

Cassie woke him by punching him in the ribs and said, "Eleven you lazy slut get under the blankets and suck me off!" and pushed Bob down. As he moved he saw that Cassie had pinned Sammie to her gigantic breasts. Bob moved between her legs and applied himself to her pussy grimacing at its smell. Cassie liked what he was doing and rocked and moaned and shook her juices splashing Bob as she orgasmed after several exhausting minutes. Then she pulled Bob up laughing at his juice covered face and said, "Okay you two whores get friendly I like to see guys making out!" Bob shuddered as he was pushed onto Sammie who to Bob's disgust immediately licked his face. As he did so Sammie whispered, "Do as she says unless you want a beating! I hate this bit but all the pimps love it!" and he gripped Bob's dick and rubbed it. Then Sammie reversed on the bed and presented his dick to Bob who feeling sick licked it. Bob groaned as he felt Sammie lick his dick and wondered if he was going to get to come. However while he got excited the disgust stopped him and after a couple of minutes Cassie was bored. She made Sammie lie on his back and mounted and ravished him and made Bob lick her breasts as she did so. After her orgasm the two boys were made to sixty nine with each other before it was Bob's turn to lie and be ravished. 




White Light



Then Cassie got up her massive muscular body glistening with sweat and said, "Right you whore tidy this place up and get some breakfast while I shower! Then sluts you can come and have a play with me!" Bob groaned as naked Sammie and he picked up dirty plates and cups. The place was messy but Sammie and he had no energy to clean it. Breakfast was cereal and then he showered and they then set off. Bob had been ordered by Cassie to dress in the same now dirty stockings and another mini skirt this one bright pink and a tiny T shirt. Sammie was dressed similarly as Cassie took them to a club. Inside the club were about thirty women all large and muscular and about a dozen male whores. Cassie moved to a table and drinks appeared from a naked male waiter. Bob and Sammie were given a glass of water but Bob did not have time to drink it as a large black woman forced him to his knees under the table and made him lick her off saying, "I like white tongue!" and as Bob pleasured her he realised all the other people in the club were black. Bob spent the next three hours under the table giving a dozen of the women oral pleasure some more than once before Cassie pulled him up and took him back to the dirty apartment. There he was made to shower and Cassie checked him and made him shave his legs and balls to remove his body hair. Then he was made to dress in the same clothing before she drove him back to the car park pavement. 

Snow was falling and it was freezing cold as Cassie said, "Work hard you sluts or else!" and drove off leaving Bob and Sammie standing freezing on the pavement. Bob groaned as it was not yet four and he knew he was doomed to spend the next twelve hours hawking his body. It was a long hideous time for Bob. Thirty times a car stopped and a woman paid to be pleased by him. Each time they just drove into the car park and used him. Most wanted dick and tongue but a few just had one or the other. All the women were middle aged at least and dowdy looking at best and he reckoned eighty percent were black. Bob did not come but the sex gave him a sore mouth and made his dick throb with overuse. Also the copious juices the women produced made him filthy and feel sick. However nearly as bad as that was the cold as for over a third of the time he had to stand in the freezing snow jigging around and exposing his dick to attract the customers. 

It was dawn when Cassie turned up and she was not in a good mood having lost money. Bob was freezing but Cassie when they got back accused him of slacking and not shaking his dick enough and the muscular woman attacked him. A dozen times she kicked and hit him making him scream with pain but Bob noticed she left his groin and face alone. Finally she turned on Sammie and beat him up even worse than Bob. She forced the two shattered crying boys to sleep on the floor as cursing she went to bed. The next morning she woke the shivering exhausted bruised boys by kicking them and forced them to serve her and then amuse her by sucking each other. Then they went to the club where Bob was again forced under a table for several hours of service to female pussies. 

Afterwards Cassie drove him back for another twelve hours plus on the streets and he saw Sammie was not with them. Timidly he asked Cassie and she said, "Had to sell the bitch as the cards were going badly for me! Means whore you work a lot harder tonight! I will be checking and I want to see a flashing sexy cock and a wiggling arse and a cute smile or else!" she meant what she said and three times that night she checked on Bob and each time he was slapped to encourage him. However the trade was the same as again over thirty middle aged drab women used Bob in their cars. At dawn Cassie took Bob back to the apartment and used a belt on his bottom as she claimed he had not pushed himself. Finally when he was crying and begging she took him to her bed and ravished him. The next day was more of the same but Bob still only managed to serve thirty women and he knew that was all the trade there was. It was still freezing cold making Bob blue by the end of the night and when he asked another of the prancing male whores when it was summer the black lad turned and said, "Never!" The male whores did not speak to each other as the pimps would beat them if they did and Bob was soon desperate. Surely he was in the wrong afterlife and Alison must turn up soon and save him? 


Three hideous months passed and by then Bob was crushed and broken. He was freezing cold and starving. His body ached from overuse and as Cassie beat him every day naked he was a mass of blue bruises. His customers never saw that but they had blistered his tongue and lips and produced sores on his penis from their demands. Cassie gambled the money Bob made on the freezing streets and then blamed Bob for not earning more money for her. To boast his earnings instead of taking him to the club Cassie made him go on the streets from midday to dawn and Bob was serving he guessed forty women every day but still it was not enough for Cassie. Then one afternoon when it was raining a thick sleet Bob saw the angel Alison appear. He fell to his knees and begged her to help him. Alison who was only a few inches tall produced a list and said, "Oh dear still wrong I can see! Let me see are yes this is the after life for Greg a regular user of prostitutes oh and he liked to hit women! Nice man! Okay Bob follow me and to Bob's great relief white light flooded over him. 

Third light

Bob found himself back by the crash scene and saw the road had been reopened so presumably his body was gone. Obviously time was different in the afterlife. He looked and saw Alison standing there checking a list and she pouted and smiled at him and Bob gasped as he saw the material on her chest move and he realised how beautiful her breasts were. She said, "Sorry about that we need a lot more angels but they are so hard to get! Still according to my list this is the right door! You like women don't you Bob? Okay then here we are! I will check up soon to see it is okay!" and she ushered Bob though another door full of white light. 

Bob gasped as he seemed to be in a warm light room and he was wearing just a gown. Then he smiled as opposite him were three cute looking young girls also wearing just gowns. All three were blonde and looked like cheerleaders only their breasts seemed bigger. Then Bob realised he was on a film set and then he realised it was not just any film set but a porn film set. At that moment a large middle aged woman quite well preserved said to him, "Good you are here at last Bob! Let's get ready! Okay ladies dead easy today no plot or acting just sex and more sex!" Bob smiled at that but as he looked around he noticed apart from the three cheerleaders there were another half dozen women present. All were dressed and older and Bob realised this was the film crew. Bob was a little confused after all he liked porn but an eternity as a porn actor seemed too much. 

The women who had spoken to him who Bob suddenly knew was the director of the film company called Lucy said., "Okay on set first Bob and Claire." Claire was a slim sexy piece who as she casually removed her gown Bob saw had beautiful high breasts. She smiled and moved towards the bed as Lucy waved Bob on set. Bob had never had sex in public before and was unsure about performing on a film set but as he undid his gown he realised he was hard and knew in the afterlife erections were easy. 

Then his mouth dropped open as he saw Claire was wearing a strap-on. It was not a small strap-on either being to Bob's horrified eyes at least ten inches long and a couple thick. She gave him a smile as Lucy said, "Okay Bob get on Claire's stick and ride it and rub yourself and when you feel her come fake it well!" 

Bob stammered out a negative reply and Lucy gave him a look ands said, "Don't be silly dear! You love strap on sex after all you are the best strap on boy in porn! So popular with thousands of fans! Now get on it and let's get this movie made I reckon arse boy six will be even better than the first five!" Bob moaned but his body moved and positioned itself on Claire's lap and sunk onto the strap-on. As he did so he wanted to scream as it brutally ripped him open but all his body gave was a moan that could have been pleasure. As he sunk onto it Bob was aware of the cameras rolling and also that the shaft was vibrating away obviously to excite Claire. She wiggled and pushed him up and down and Lucy pointed to his dick and Bob gasped as Claire grabbed it and rubbed him. For ten minutes he was filmed riding the strap-on Lucy making him move back and forth. Then Claire really started to push him up and down and Bob knew she was getting excited. By now two of the women were filming close up with cameras and as Claire came Bob knew Lucy expected him to fake an orgasm. He did not know how to but his body did and he grunted and groaned in pretend delight as inside he sobbed as the strap-on ripped away at him. 

Claire stopped and pushed him off and Lucy said, "Nice and simple well done Claire and nice orgasm Bob! Okay next scene Marion and Sophie start off one in the mouth the other up his bum and then both in the bum hole and can we have a triple coming please!" Bob gasped as Marion and Sophie strapped on strap-ons at least as large as the one he had already been reamed with and moaned at the pain double anal would cause him. Soon he was bent over the bed in agony as Marion and Sophie reamed his anus. Internally he felt total pain and was sure the girls were doing him serious damage but his body moaned and groaned as if he was having fun. His dick was rock hard but he knew he could not come and again he faked an orgasm to coincide with Marion and Sophie's genuine orgasms. Then his anus had a little time to recover as he gave all three girls cunnilingus. Then Lucy said, "Okay a few cock in pussy shots! We will probably not use them after all the ladies like to see Bob's cock!" and starting with Claire all three girls ravished him in numerous positions until each had come. Bob did not come but had to fake orgasm after orgasm and realised that as a porn star in this afterlife he would never get to come. 

After that the girls replaced their strap-ons and more scenes were shot. Bob discovered that acting in this sort of porn was as much about acrobatics as sex as he was bent and twisted to get the best and more unusual shots. In one he had Claire getting oral pleasure on his face while he was held upside down by Marion and Sophie who were reaming his bottom. The final scene before lunch was again Marion and Sophie reaming him with him lying on the floor his legs held by the pumping girls. Meanwhile Claire was sitting on his face and fisting his now sore erection and the finale on this one was first Claire and then Marion and Sophie pissing in his face. 

Bob was then allowed to eat a small but nice lunch his enjoyment ruined by the fire that seemed to be taking place in his bottom. He sat dazed hoping this was again not the right afterlife. He had enjoyed porn when alive but anal sex had never featured as a fantasy of his and certainly not with him as the receiver. He thought it could not get worse even though he now remembered that Lucy had him in a watertight contract making him basically her slave and also that he was her live in boyfriend. Then it did get worse as a slim white lad appeared and Lucy said, "Good James is here! Okay back on set with have the gay and bi stuff to shot and then a few scenes to finish off with!" Bob moaned to Lucy he was not gay and she smiled and said, "Of course not darling but you are a male and so are bisexual after all we girls know all boys fancy some same sex fun!" Bob groaned inside but his body did not allow him to contradict the woman. 

The first scene was Bob and James kissing and licking each other until both faked an orgasm and again Bob's body controlled his actions and his outward reactions but inside all Bob felt was pain and disgust. Then Marion and Sophie joined in and reamed the two boys as they bent over opposite sides of the bed and kissed. After that the scenes got more convoluted and as far as Bob could see every combination of three girls with strap-ons and two boys were acted out on the set. The final scene was him licking James dick with Marion and Sophie pissing on him while Claire reamed his bottom. 

Finally to Bob's relief Lucy decided they had shot enough for the day. Bob collapsed exhausted onto the bed his dick aching and his bottom on fire knowing that Marion and Sophie's piss and made him stink. Lucy made him get up and go and shower and after a couple of minutes she called him back. The set was now unlit but the crew were still there and Lucy said, "Nice work Bob okay get on your back and say thank you to the crew!" Bob gasped at that but his body jerked and moved and soon he was lying on his back as all the crew members had either sex or cunnilingus from his shattered body. Then Lucy said, "Let's get off home and change darling we have an exciting playgirl party to attend tonight!" 

Bob groaned as he replaced the gown and dressed in just that he followed Lucy to a lift and then the car park. Lucy was driving a Rolls Royce and the house she drove him to which he knew he shared with her was magnificent. It was massive and wonderful but Bob knew he lived there because as a porn star he everyday had his bottom broken. Lucy took him to a massive bedroom and made him change. She made him dress in mini skirt and a loose top both in obviously very expensive silk. She escorted him to the car which was now driven by a large black lady and said, "A couple of hours of meet the fans. Then a real nice party!" and they were driven to another large mansion. Outside the mansion was a large tent and Bob was escorted by Lucy into it. Inside were about a hundred women and Bob gasped as he looked at them. They were not nice looking women being either to fat or to thin and flat and quite a few had glasses and spots. Worse they were in the main dressed in anoraks and to his horror Bob guessed these were the sort of women in this afterlife who loved porn in short female nerds. 

Bob was pushed to the front and a woman skinny flat chested with large red spots gave him leer and said, "Bobbie I loved you in stretch my arse you looked so sexy and managed three strap-ons at once! Brilliant!" and her friend fat and spot ridden leered and said, "Give us a flash!" Bob gasped as Lucy pulled his skirt up and told the girls to give him a feel adding that Bob loved to be groped. Bob wanted to scream as the flat chested girl grabbed his dick and said, "Amazing so sexy and warm! Do you know Bob I have a dildo shaped just like it but the real one feels sexier!" however once more his body took over and while pain shot though him he smiled and gave a low moan. 

Lucy said to her, "You should try the model deluxe comes at blood temperature!" as he was felt up the fat spotty girl moved and pushed a finger up his bottom. Bob wanted to scream but instead his body emitted another sexy moan as the flat chested girl kissed him hard. Then another girl produced a dildo and it was pushed up Bob as the fat girl took over kissing him and groping him. By now Bob was backed against a wall and he stayed there for nearly two hours as the fans in a stream of ugly females groped, poked and kissed him. By the end his bottom was more painful than before but now his dick and balls ached from the girls' vigorous rubbing. 

Finally Lucy rescued him and he was pulled into the main building. Lucy said, "Very popular darling and the girls love you! Do you know that for next month's movie one hundred girls up his arse we have had over a thousand applications to do you! Reckon we will have to make it a regular series" and as Bob shook in horror he was pulled into the main room. Inside were dozens of people mainly of Lucy's age if they were female and Bob's age if they were male. These were obviously the movers and shakers of the porn industry as Lucy pulled Bob around with her. For an hour Bob nibbled food and drunk several glasses of high quality champagne. However he did not get drunk just felt tired. 

At one side of the room were a collection of beds and Lucy smiled and said,"A few more drinks and then darling you can have a couple of play hours to impress people! Oh look that slut Never is already going it!" Bob looked and saw a slim lad was already naked on the bed with one woman on his face and another riding him. Lucy smiled and said, "Never is a slut! You are the best boy for the anal market but Never is tops in the gang bang market! Apparently in his next movie he is going to try and beat his record! I mean three hundred women non-stop was amazing but his director reckons she can get him up to four hundred and in a few years up to a thousand! That will take him a week without a rest!" Bob shuddered at the thought of that as the two big women on Never pounded away smashing into his slim body. However Lucy drew his eyes away by saying, "Mind you I reckon I can get your anal record up to two hundred and fifty! I mean one hundred and eighty was easy for you only took you a week before you could walk again!" 

Bob moaned as a large old woman came over and patted his bottom and said to Lucy, "Can I use him I fancy some sexy tongue!" Lucy nodded and soon Bob was naked on the bed next to Never with the woman on his face. Soon another woman was ravishing him and he got excited as the large woman on his face came and covered him in her juices. However as another woman used his tongue and after the one on his dick had come the next woman used a strap-on in him to get herself off. To his horror two out of three women who used the lower part of his body used a strap-on and while Bob got excited he did not come. His body faked many orgasms but inside he did not reach satisfaction and felt pain and disgust. All the time he had a woman ramming herself into his face as the orgy smashed into him. After three hours he was finished and luckily Lucy was as well because she dragged his shattered juice covered body from the bed to take him home. Next to him Never still had two women hammering away on him with more waiting and jeering at him and Bob heard Never moaning in pain and exhaustion as the gang bang continued on him and Lucy laughed and said, "Lets go Never will be here until dawn I reckon!" and pulled him out and into the car. 

Bob passed out in the car and awoke to find himself in the house and Lucy pushed him into the shower room. He showered moaning in exhaustion and feeling agony from his lower body. He came out of the shower room and shuddered as Lucy was lying there naked wearing a massive strap-on the shaft of which was vibrating. She smiled and said, "Climb on board baby I like to finish an evening watching you ride my dildo!" Bob moaned but his body took over and sunk onto the massive dildo and soon Bob was riding it internally screaming with pain while his body moaned in fake pleasure. Twice Lucy came but urged him on and on her third Bob's body faked another orgasm and to his great relief she pushed him off. She undid the dildo and threw it away saying, "Okay time to sleep darling! Tomorrow we have the big gang scenes to do in a dozen girls and I think the final scene should be two dildos in the mouth and four up your arse with the rest of the girls pissing on you!" and with that she fell asleep leaving Bob stunned in horrified silence next to her. 

Angel light

Then to his pleasure he saw Alison six inches tall appear and he begged her to take him away. Alison said, "Wrong again Bob oh dear yes you are right this is the after life for Ian an avid collector of anal sex porn well the stuff where men do girls! Sounds disgusting! Still you like porn so you can stay if you want! No okay lets go!" and once more the light enveloped Bob. 




White Light



He found himself recovered and by the road side once more with a full sized Alison. She was looking sexily at a list and said, "You know what the problem is Bob we have not set up an afterlife for you! Seems you died a little quickly we were expecting you to linger on in hospital for a few days." Bob commented he was glad he had not even though his time with Tania, Cassie and Lucy had been horrible. Lucy said, "Not to bad at all nasty men get it a lot worse you know!" and Bob gasped at the horrid thought that the afterlife the angels would prepare for him could be as bad as he had seen. 

Lucy said, "Well I have to put you somewhere so let's see who is late. How about being a prisoner in a female run prison. Lots of ladies to enjoy actually hundreds of them! No? As a pony boy? No? We have a spare cell in castration camp being castrated every day? No that is for a very nasty man indeed but the governor has delayed his injection for twenty four hours. Do you know the angels have worked out there are 62416 ways to castrate a man and the inmates of camp castration get to feel them all?" Bob begged and asked did he have to go somewhere and could he not just stay here and Lucy said, "No we do not like to leave ghosts around any more. Upsets the living you know. How about as the only male on a plantation working as a slave? "Bob shook his head and asked could he not just go with Alison. She stopped and smiled and said, "Do you mean you want to live with me as an angel's husband? Well yes that is an option I suppose but surely you would prefer to live with people?" Bob shook his head as the idea of the sort of afterlife she suggested made him despair and Alison smiled and said, "Okay problem solved! You are cute and having a husband will be nice and we can make lots of nice new angels! Yes it has been approved come on then!" 

Bob gasped as he and Alison suddenly took off and shot up in the breaking dawn light to the clouds and suddenly the clouds seemed solid and white as they entered them and just as quickly Bob was in a house. It was not a mansion but seemed large and white with many rooms. Alison moved and kissed him and he felt her soft lips on him and instantly he went hard. She said, "Our new home and one with lots of space for angel babies! Now your task will be to look after our young ones and the house!" Bob groaned thinking he had exchanged domestic slavery with Tania for the same with Alison. However she smiled and said," This is an angel house dear clever and easy to run. It never needs cleaning and as for our babies well they will be angels!" 

For the rest of the day Bob discovered what she meant. Food appeared instantly from an oven whatever sort of food you wanted and as for clothing well Alison seemed not to wear much and Bob's dirty clothing when he placed it in the wash basket was instantly in there clean and ironed. Alison left to sort out all the earlier messes leaving Bob to watch television and he discovered the first drawback on living with angels. There tele was dire comprising of only nature programs and very slow moving ones at that. After watching a one hour program on how a spider walked Bob gave up and had a sleep instead. The bed was glorious big and soft and soon he fell asleep.

He awoke to feel someone kissing him and opening his eyes he realised the soft lips on him were those of Alison. Her position puzzled him as she seemed to be above him but not on him but then he felt the air moving and realised she was using her wings to fly just above him. Then her felt her nipples on his chest and knew she was naked. His arms moved around her and he went to pull her down and she giggled and said, "Relax darling angels go on top with our wings we have too" and she resumed kissing him. Bob moved and massaged her full breasts as they hung down from her sexy slim body. Alison obviously liked this because her nipples went rock hard. Then with a smile she moved up him her wings gently flapping and he was presented with her pussy. It seemed to be naturally hairless as he licked her and quickly she was open and ready for him and her juices tasted of honey and almonds as he licked away. Next she moved down and took hold of his dick and slipped it into her tight hot pussy. Bob groaned with delight at her and then gasped as her strong vaginal muscles rippled up and down his shaft. Alison rode him using her wings to support her weight as Bob relaxed and let her do the work feeling his excitement rising. Alison was also getting excited and she started to gently moan.

As Alison rode him he felt his shaft embedded in her and felt to his surprise that the top of his dick was also surrounded by her warm pulsating flesh and then she orgasmed on his dick. Bob moaned as she did and then his body went rigid with shock. As she climaxed down his shaft and deep into his balls seemed to be rammed a white hot wire. Bob would have screamed but the pain was too much as he felt the wire split at the bottom of his penis an then the ends of the wire burying into his testicles. Alison was moaning with orgasmic delight and then the wire pulled out of him leaving him gasping in agony on the bed. Alison smiled down at him and said, "That was lovely sex dear. You are wonderful!" Bob moaned and asked what had happened. Alison smiled and said, "Surely you know I am not human! When an angel comes her vagina pushes an egg rod into the male's testicles though the penis to deposit the eggs nice and safe in his testicles!"

Bob moaned and asked why and she said, "To get you pregnant! If you have balls and darling you do we have a nice baby!" Bob moaned and said women got pregnant. Alison laughed and said, "Women do angels do not sexy! No our husbands get to carry the baby! Nice and safe in the man's testicles! After all we are angels and we can change things and as angels we consider it better for the man to carry our babies! Much nicer for us!" Bob gasped and asked how the baby got out and Alison said, "Very painful as they have to rip there way out! Still men survive it and you will my darling think of all the nice baby angels we can have! And better afterwards your testicles will regrow and be big and ready for more of my eggs" Bob shuddered in horror and asked how big the baby would be and Alison said, "Well about twelve pounds but with the placenta about double that!" Bob moaned and said no way could his balls support twenty four pounds for nine months and Alison laughed and said, "Oh no dear you have two balls so we will have twins so they will support fifty pounds! And an angel pregnancy lasts two years darling to grow us right!" and with that she kissed him as the shocked boy passed out. 

A million years later

Bob staggered around the house. He was ten months into his pregnancy and his balls already were carrying ten pounds. The pain throbbed though him but Bob knew the next months would be worse and for the last six moths he would be unable to move as his balls would be so big. All he would be able to do was lie on the bed his legs painfully up on the air and needing Alison to assist him. As for the pain he shuddered and the thought of another labour made him want to cry. Maybe it would be shorter than the last one which had gone on for three weeks but part of him doubted it. He moved to the nursery where the current youngest of his two baby angels were playing. Bob watched them creating butterflies from thin air and smiled at them thinking Alison would have to sort out the one with extra wings when she got home. Of course nowadays Alison was frequently late as she was now a continent manager and not a pick up operator. Bob moved to the floor below where the six more of his children who still lived at home slept and picked up their clothing and hoped they were having a nice day at school. Instantly the clothing was cleaned and replaced by Bob in their drawers. Bob smiled and knew Alison had spoken the truth as cleaning up even after eight children and a wife took minutes. And as for the children well they were angelic. They were all pretty angels and perfectly behaved at all times unlike human children. They ate and went to bed when asked and were always polite. When they transformed into adult angels Bob was always a little sad to see them leave even though many returned. In fact on the birth of some new baby angels thousands of them would turn up to greet their new sisters. 

Bob waddled upstairs and sat on the bed knowing in a few weeks he would only be able to crawl as his balls swelled. He thought of Alison still as beautiful as ever and of course he had not aged even though his balls were now rough from his thousands of pregnancies. Alison did not mind and he knew tonight she would rub oil into the skin on his balls to soften it so it could cope with the growing babies. Then she would make love to him. Bob smiled and thought of how nice her breasts and pussy tasted and how carefully she rode him. When she came the wire burnt its way into his penis but finding no full testicles the eggs waited until Bob was ready for them. Bob was pregnant for two years and then it was another year before his testicles regrew fully and were ready to be fertilised by Alison's eggs. The first six months after giving birth was the best as Bob knew he had time before the next pregnancy and then for six months he moaned every night when Alison loved him in case tonight was the night the eggs were deposited. Bob lay trying to alleviate the pain caused by the swelling in his balls and turned on the tele to watch a dull program on spiders' webs. 

He smiled and thought of the afterlife. His was strange but the best of what he had been offered. Maybe god should not have put angels in charge of the afterlife after all they were women and the afterlives they set up were designed for women and not men. Bob knew from what Alison and the other angels told him about their work that in all the afterlife's women had it better and that even the nastiest woman had a better afterlife than the nicest man got. Mind you he and a few other angel husbands were producing so many new angels that the system was now able to set up more and offer more personalised afterlives and tailor each a lot more than they had been able to. 

Then Bob shook with some regret as he recalled he had never had the pleasure of an orgasm since he died. He was not alone and he knew no man ever came in the afterlife. The angels had set the system up and they did not understand men and how they orgasmed but found the idea of sperm going everywhere disgusting after all they had changed their reproduction so sperm was needed to stay in the testicles so they had simply proscribed the male orgasm. Every night Alison loved him and he got near but then she came and he did not but even if she teased and excited him and some nights she did for a long time his excitement peaked just below that of an orgasm. 

Bob started to fall asleep and his last thought was how lucky living men were not to be under the power of the angels and did the living men know that all the orgasms they would have for eternity they would have when alive.