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Nora Ch. 01

By: Malkor



"Why isn't my alarm going off?" Nora asked herself. Still fairly groggy, she tried to rub her eyes. That's when she realized there was something very wrong. 'My hands, why can't I touch my face? Why is it so dark in here? Where the hell am I?' Then she heard the voice. 

"Ah, good...you're awake."

There was something wrong with the voice though. It was distorted. It almost sounded like Jigsaw from those SAW movies that Jake liked. 

'Jake,' she thought, 'That's who must have done this to me.'

"This isn't funny Jake. Untie me right now! You know I'm not into this bondage shit!"

"You want to know what's funny? I'm not Jake, and I don't give two shits what you are or aren't into," said the voice. "Now be still, you don't want your catheter to rip out."

"Catheter? What kind of sick shit is this? What the hell are you trying to prove you sick fuck?" Nora was really worried now. There was no way in hell this was Jake. She had to think. 

Breathing to calm herself, she tried to figure how she was secured. She knew her hands couldn't reach her face. Her wrists felt like they were in separate sets of handcuffs; but she could move her hands further than a set of handcuffs would allow. Feeling carefully with her hand, she felt the chain that went to her wrist. Following the chain back, she came to a metal bar.

"Relax dear. Your bonds are quite secure."

Nora froze, "How can you see me you bastard? It's fucking pitch black in here!"

"Are you sure that being able to see would make your situation seem any better," the voice asked. "Would you like to maintain the illusion of hope? Or, would you rather discover the true extent of your predicament?"

"You fucking bastard," Nora screamed, "I swear you will..."

"What? Regret the day I ever saw you? Do you know that approximately 83% of the women that have woken up in my bed have made that exact same promise? Hearing the same thing over and over does get rather tedious. Now, I imagine you must be hungry."

'What sort of sick game is this bastard running here,' Nora thought to herself. The last thing he said to her had actually scared her even more than waking up here. 'If 83% of the women that have been here said the same thing, how many actually left alive?' She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she barely registered a slight change in air pressure, right before she heard a soft thud. "Hello," she called tentatively, "is anyone there?"

There was no verbal response. The top of her bed started to move, bringing her body into a sitting position. "Hello," she asked again, "Please say something." She felt the bottom of a spoon rest on her lips, then it began pressing down slightly on her bottom lip. It felt like a larger version of a rubber-coated baby spoon.

Opening her mouth, she felt the spoon tip and then slide in, just like feeding a baby. The spoon was then removed from her mouth, leaving it's cargo of lukewarm oatmeal in her mouth. 

Under normal circumstances, she loved oatmeal. This, however, hardly qualified as normal circumstances. The oatmeal in her mouth did remind her that she was, in fact, quite hungry. 'At least he is feeding me,' she thought, and swallowed the oatmeal. The spoon was presented again, the same way, letting her know another bite was available. Taking the bite she asked, "Please let me go. It's not like I have seen you or even know where I am."

There was no response, just the spoon being presented again.

Nora turned her head to refuse the bite. Suddenly, there was a hand under her chin. Something was wrong though, it didn't feel like flesh. It felt like the hand was in a glove, a surgical style glove. 

The hand wasn't strangling her. It turned slightly upward and there was pain, blinding pain, as the thumb and index finger pressed on either side of her lower jaw. She was forced to turn her head back to the front and open her mouth. The bite of oatmeal was deposited in her mouth and the hand left.

She swallowed and asked, "Please, could I have something to drink?" 

The spoon was back. Nora considered attempting to refuse the bite, but the memory of the pain was still very fresh. Taking the bite, she tried asking again, "Could I have something to drink, please?"

Nothing was said, but a straw was put to her lips instead of the spoon this time.

She took a cautious sip through the straw, not knowing what to expect. 

It wasn't water. It was some form of sport drink. 'Why is he giving me Gatorade,' she asked herself.

After three swallows, the straw was removed and the spoon was presented again.

"How long have I been unconscious," Nora asked.

There was still no response, just the spoon at her mouth.

"Answer me, god damn it! Why the fuck am I here? How fucking long have I been here?"

Nora was getting pissed. Whoever was feeding her said absolutely nothing. They just kept putting the spoon to her mouth like they were feeding a baby.

"NO! Fuck your god damned oatmeal! Fucking answer me!"

Nora's head was rocked by a hard slap. As she opened her mouth to yell some more, a ball gag was forced in and quickly locked in place. The head of the bed lowered back to where she was lying flat. The next thing she felt was a pair of gloved hands examining her body. 

The hands weren't groping her. It was almost clinical the way the hands explored her body. The continuing silence during her examination was very unnerving. 

There were no commands or requests. Any resistance was met with pain. When she attempted to resist, one of the hands examining her body would move slightly from where it was and press with two fingers. With the pressure came pain. Sudden and intense, it made the worst cramping during her period seem like nothing.

By now, Nora was absolutely beside herself with fear. 

'Who the fuck is doing this to me? Better yet, why me,' she wondered, 'Will I ever see the light of day again?'

Nora Ch. 02



Here is chapter 2 at long last. It's a little longer than chapter 1 was, but not much. I do owe some thanks to all of you out there taking the time to read my work. I must say I found the response to my first chapter (also my first submission) gratifying. 

To the person who left the anonymous feedback asking if it was necessary for me to "take the lord's name in vain" I can only say that I did not take the name of any deity in vain. I did not capitalize god. I find I have my own question for that person though. If you are going to be that defensive of your deity, why are you even reading erotica? If I am correct in the presumption of which beliefs you profess to follow, thinking is the same as doing. Therefore a little reminder for you anonymous, "Before removing the mote from your neighbor's eye, be sure to remove the beam from your own." (paraphrased from my own memory of the guidelines for the beliefs in question).

Thanks again to all of you who have taken the time to read, comment, and vote on my first submission. Thanks also to E. who persuaded me to write this in the first place. Without further ado, here is Nora, Chapter 2.

SL 6/27/08

***

Alone with her thoughts, Nora wondered, 'What is this bastard going to do to me? He has me trussed to this bed, completely at his mercy. All he's done so far is feed me and examine me.'

Meanwhile, upstairs, Stuart was dictating his findings.

"Subject is a 29 year old female. Height: 68 inches. Weight: 183 pounds. Hair: Black. Eyes: Brown. No identifying marks or tattoos. Identification found in personal effects indicates subject's name to be Nora Peterson. Personal effects and clothing placed in bin 242. Initial examination shows subject to be in good health, overall. Subject responds quickly to pain stimulus. Subject is displaying normal levels of curiosity regarding her situation."

Looking over to the monitoring station, Stuart asked himself, 'What shall it be for you, subject 242?'

***

Nora started awake. 'Shit, how long was I out that time? How long is this fucker going to keep me like this?'

"Good morning 242. I trust you enjoyed you little nap."

"You mother fucker! How the fuck do you expect me to enjoy anything like this?" Nora rattled her chains to emphasize her point.

"Calm yourself 242."

"Fuck you! My name is Nora you fucking bastard!"

"You are subject 242."

"Nora! My fucking name is..."

"...Subject 242. Now, are you going to calm yourself?"

"Why should I fucking calm myself? What are you going to do if I don't? Fucking kill me?"

"Subject 242, there are things far worse than death, and you will experience some of them. I know it sounds cliché, but, by the time I am through with you, you will be begging for death."

Cliché or not, the statement was effective. Nora knew that resisting her captor's plan would not be effective. She could only hope to make it out of this alive.

***

Nora felt the pressure change and heard the muted thud that she had come to associate with her captor entering the room. Something was different this time, though. Instead of being raised into a sitting position, the chains to her wrists were shortened very quickly.

The next thing she felt sent a shiver of fear down her spine. 

A gloved hand grabbed her ankle and lifted it from the bed. Once off the bed, her foot was strapped into a stirrup and the process was repeated with the other foot. 

'Oh god,' Nora thought, 'He's going to rape me!'

She shouldn't have been surprised. She had actually been expecting this since waking up chained to this bed. Now, here she was, spread open like a hooker at a bachelor party. 

"Oh god, please no," she whimpered.

She was shocked when she felt him cleaning her pussy and asshole with baby wipes. 

"What are you going to do to me," she cried.

As surprising as the cleaning was, she hardly felt when her catheter was removed. There was no way to miss the pain of a surgical clamp being put on her clit.

"Mother fucking son of a bitch!" Nora screamed as she tried to buck.

"Now, be still 242, you may feel a slight pinch," Stuart said.

"A slight pinch? What the fuck are you going to do to me?"

"I am going to pierce your clitoris, 242."

"The fuck you think, asshole," Nora yelled as she tried to get free.

"If you do not calm yourself, 242, you will cause yourself significantly more pain," Stuart said. "If you continue to struggle, the needle will not go through cleanly and may very well rip out. If you calm yourself, this will be over quickly with only a modicum of discomfort. If not, this will be a great deal more painful for you."

Nora continued to thrash about as much as she was able.

Seeing this, Stuart sighed to himself and picked up the taser from the tray of supplies next to him. With his left hand, he reached forward and pushed Nora's pelvis down onto the bed. With his right, he pushed the taser into her pussy. Once it was firmly seated in Nora's pussy, he lifted his left hand from her body and activated the taser.

Nora screamed as agonizing pain exploded in her pussy. 

Stuart held the button down for 30 seconds. When he released the button, Nora collapsed back on the bed, unconscious. He removed the taser from her pussy and set it back on the tray. Next, he picked up an ammonia inhalant capsule and crushed it under Nora's nose.

Nora started awake and promptly wished she had remained unconscious.

"Welcome back, 242," Stuart said. "Are you ready to cooperate now?"

Nora could only whimper in response.

"I will take that as a yes. You are going to feel a little pinch now. Stay very still."

Stuart selected the 12 gauge piercing needle he had previously prepared. The barbell was already loaded into the end so that all he had to do was push the needle through. Once the barbell was through the clitoris, Stuart threaded on the ball that would make this piercing permanent. 

"There we go, 242. All finished. That wasn't so bad now, was it?"

"Just rape me, kill me, and get it over with you sick fuck," Nora sobbed.

"Kill you? Dear me, why would I decorate your already lovely vagina with jewelry if I meant to just kill you? As for raping you, I will most definitely be having intercourse with you. I will certainly familiarize myself not only with your vagina, but your rectum and your mouth as well. Where would you prefer me to start?"

"I get a choice now? Somehow I find that hard to believe. You've kept me here, in the dark, for god knows how long, pierce my fucking clit, and you're going to give me a choice where I want your dick first? Why give me a choice? Is it because your fucking dick is so pathetic that I won't be able to tell where it is unless I've told you where I want you to put it?"

Stuart laughed. "That is very funny, 242. I do so enjoy you spirited ones. It is so much more satisfying when you break. Are you going to choose which orifice I use first, or shall I?"

"Put that dick in my mouth and I'll bite it off, after I make sure to chew very thoroughly, asshole," Nora growled.

"I must say that I am surprised by you, 242. Not many subjects choose anal intercourse first..."

"...Wait just a fucking minute," Nora shouted, "I did not choose anal first!"

Any further protests Nora was going to make died in her throat at the cold, slimy feeling of lubricant being liberally applied to her asshole.

"If you relax, it will be easier on you," Stuart said as he applied two alligator clips to Nora's new piercing.

"What are you doing now," Nora asked, fearing the response.

"Have you ever put a 9 volt battery to your tongue? Same thing, different location," Stuart said.

"Why are you doing this to me? What did I ever do to deserve this," Nora wailed.

"242, you are just attempting to delay the inevitable at this point. I will answer these last two questions. After that, however, I will proceed with my experiment. I am doing this to you because I am curious by nature. As to what you ever did to deserve this, I do not know you well enough to say that any one particular habit of yours brought you to my attention. You are merely a victim of opportunity."

Stuart couldn't remember a time that he had been this aroused. He picked up a condom and rolled it on. Stepping forward, he pressed the head of his dick to Nora's asshole.

"Remember, 242, if you relax it will be easier for you. Personally, I hope you don't."

"Nora, you bastard. My fucking name is Nora," she said through clenched teeth.

Nora's words turned into a scream as Stuart rammed his dick into her ass. He didn't stop until his thighs hit her ass with a loud slap. Once he was firmly seated, he reached over and picked up a small remote control. Pressing the button sent a small current through Nora's clit. 

Stuart smiled to himself as he listened to Nora's screams. There was a distinct difference in pitch when he pressed the button as opposed to when he just drove his dick hard and deep into her ass. It really was music to his ears, a veritable symphony in scream major.

"Keep screaming, 242. I love it," Stuart said as he continued to relentlessly pound her ass.

Stuart continued to pound Nora's ass for several minutes. Eventually he tired of her screams and picked up a dildo from the tray. He then proceeded to abuse her ass with the toy until it was well coated in slime and shit. 

While he abused her with the dildo, he removed the shit covered condom from his dick and picked up a fresh one.

"How's your deep-throat technique 242?"

"Put that thing in my mouth and I will bite it off," Nora yelled.

"I have no doubt that you will try, 242. However, I would not recommend attempting anything so foolish."

"Try me you fucking bast..."

As she was yelling, Stuart yanked the dildo from her ass and shoved it into her mouth.

Nora gagged at the taste of the shit-covered dildo being forced into her mouth. Try as she might, she just couldn't bite down through the gagging.

Stuart secured the dildo in her mouth with a gag he had constructed himself. This gag would allow him to vary the depth of the dildo in her mouth and lock it at any depth he desired. It also freed up his hands to continue with what he wanted to do. 

He put on a fresh condom and selected another dildo from the tray. This dildo was larger than the one currently in Nora's mouth. He slammed the second dildo into her ass all the way to it's fake balls. He then rammed his own cock into Nora's bone dry pussy. As he fucked her, he would occasionally push the button to send a jolt through Nora's clit. 

Eventually, the stimulation was just too much, and Stuart came with a roar. Nora had mercifully lost consciousness somewhere during the ordeal.

After he finished removing the condom, Stuart removed the dildos from Nora's ass and mouth. He also detached the leads from her clit piercing. Once everything was cleaned and put away, he left.

Nora never heard his parting comment.

"Sleep well, 242, you have had a long day." 



Nora Ch. 02



He woke when he felt her hand slide down his belly to his morning wood. His cock jumped and grew more as her long fingers wrapped around him and began stroking. Oh no, he thought, it was going to be his way on their last morning together. 

Phillip rolled Nora onto her back, forcing her to release her hold on his cock. His mouth sought hers hungrily, pushing his tongue in to dance with hers. She answered his kiss with an urgency that had never existed before. They seemed intent on devouring each other. 

He broke away from her mouth and began his journey downward. He covered her throat and moved to the side of her neck, near her ear. Whenever he nibbled there, her nipples became hard, goose bumps covered her body, and she made a sound like a cat purring. He moved his hand to her breast, while continuing his attack on her neck. His hand found her erect nipple and he gently rolled and pulled at it, turning her purring into soft moans. 

Phillip looked at her face. Nora's eyes were closed and her mouth was shaped in an "O" as she moaned. He couldn't resist coming back for another kiss, before moving down to her breasts, and taking a nipple into his mouth. 

He was still amazed that, even after the last five years, her breasts were still firm and perky. Although he had begun to look older, even more than his thirty-seven years, Nora looked as beautiful as the day she walked into his office and introduced herself as his executive administrative assistant. No one could ever tell that she was ten years older than he. For five years, they had shared business and pleasure. Now, that would end. 

Nora ran her fingers through his dark hair, pressing him to her. She raised her body as if to feed him more of her. He was, by far, the best lover she had ever had. From the first moment, they were in sync with each other's needs. 

Phillip kept suckling her breast, but also began sliding his hand over her flat belly, down to her sweet valley. Nora opened her legs in anticipation, knowing full well what he would do. 

Phillip ran his finger up and down between her lips, never quite touching her clit or her already wet hole. He knew it drove her crazy and her hips would move in an effort to capture his finger. She bucked her hips as he teased her, but he had other things on his mind. 

He came off her breast and began to trail feathery kisses down her body. When he reached the top of her slit, she was wild for him to enter her. Phillip moved between her legs and spread them wide. He separated her lips and pushed two fingers into her, at the same time as his mouth captured her clit. He pumped his fingers in and out of her, sucking and nibbling her clit, immediately bringing her to orgasm. 

Nora's hips rose, her legs went tense and a guttural moan escaped from deep within. Her hands grasped his head, holding him captive. The juices that her body released began coming out of her hole. Phillip removed his fingers, eased his tongue inside her, and lapped at her cream like a hungry cat. 

One of the things Phillip enjoyed most about Nora was that she was multi-orgasmic. After licking her, he pushed his fingers back inside to search out her very prominent g-spot. It never took long to find the ridged, textured spot and this time was no exception. Phillip began his massage, at the same time as his tongue flicked at her clit. Once more, Nora's hips began moving. 

"Now, oh God, Phillip, now! Don't make me wait!" she begged. 

Phillip sucked her clit one last time before rising up on his knees. He grasped Nora's hips, pulling her towards his dripping cock. She was panting and her chest was heaving with excitement. She gripped his cock firmly and lined it up to the entrance of her hot hole. With one movement, he plunged his entire length into her. 

The lovers moved to their own private music. Their bodies shared an intimate rhythm. Moving in and out, first slowly, then faster, fluctuating speed and force, they relished their primal lust for each other. 

On and on, thrust meeting thrust, Nora's orgasm began to overtake her. Her stomach muscles began undulating, her clit throbbed, her legs gripped Phillip's body harder, her back rose as her body released once more and she dug her nails into his back, holding him as tightly as she could. 

It was seconds before he felt that all too familiar pressure building, his balls tightening, his cum bursting forward, filling Nora's pussy. Phillip held on to her shoulders as her forced as much of himself as possible into her tight tunnel. His cock seemed to jerk and spurt more than it ever had before. When his balls had drained themselves, Phillip lay on top of her, leaving his cock in a place it had called home for five years. 

They ended up dozing in each others arms, until Nora's alarm went off. Phillip raised his head to check the time. Fuck, he thought, I need to get to the airport. He gave Nora a quick kiss and plodded off to the shower. 

When he came into the kitchen area, Nora handed him a cup of coffee and then turned back to the stove to finish the omelet she was making. 

"I'll call you Monday night, just to check in," he said, and then bit into a piece of toast. 

Nora nodded, "That'd be great. I want to hear all about your first day, and your new administrative assistant." 

This was going to be harder than she thought. They had been co-workers and lovers for a long time. She respected him more than most men, and now he would be flying across the country to start a new life. 

Nora's life had changed, also. Phillip convinced her to move past her associate's degree, and in two years she was rewarded with her bachelor's degree. She was accepted as a project manager, and worked her way up to the position of Director. One of Phillip's last official acts, with the full blessing of the entire senior management, was to promote Nora to Junior Vice President. She had worked damned hard to achieve this success and no one was at all surprised when it happened. In the two months since her promotion, she had more than proven her brilliant business instincts, and was trusted by everyone who came in contact with her. If she so desired, she could one day have Phillip's old job. 

They finished breakfast and Phillip gulped down the last bit of coffee. Nora walked over and got his coat and scarf out of the closet. The September day was breezy and brisk. 

"I won't miss this weather," Phillip said. "I'll take the Los Angeles climate any day." 

Nora looked at her handsome boss, her wonderful lover, and her eyes began to moisten. He caught her wiping a tear away, when he turned around. Phillip scooped her up in his arms and kissed her deeply. 

"Why don't you come with me?" he asked in a whispered voice. 

"You know why," she muttered. "I'm too old to start over. Now go, and be safe. Be the best Chief Operating Officer they've ever had." 

He whispered in her ear, kissed her, and left quickly. Nora stared at the door as it closed. All he had said was, "I loved you." 

Nora went back to work on Monday, passing Phillip's former office. She felt as empty as his office now was. She knew that she could stand on her own. She had proven her worth to the company and had been rewarded justly. But Phillip had been her rock. It would be interesting to see who would be chosen as his replacement. 

Thank God, Ken was no longer with the company. She would have walked if he were still there. A head-hunter had stolen him away, and last she heard he couldn't prove himself and was unemployed.

Days turned into weeks, and then turned into two months. Nora heard from Phillip less and less as he settled into his new life. At her company, for one reason or another, each existing Vice President had been rejected as a potential candidate for Phillip's old job. On the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, whatever staff showed up for work that morning was requested to come into the board room. 

Mr. Anderson stood at the head of the table with an older gentleman. The white-haired, blue-eyed man wore a suit that Nora could tell was tailored to his body. And what a body; he was over six feet tall, broad shoulders and chest, no waist, no hips, no ass. His torso made a perfect "V". His face was kind, and he had an absolute air of confidence about him. His face was kind, and he had amazing ice-blue eyes. 

"Thank you all for coming here this morning," Mr. Anderson began. "It is my pleasure to introduce you to Sean Kavanagh. Sean has agreed to join us as your new Senior Vice President of Marketing. I hope you'll all make him welcome." 

Kavanagh stepped forward and spoke in a rich baritone voice. "Thank you, John. I'd like an opportunity to speak with all of you today. If you plan on leaving early, please let my assistant, Carol, know and we will meet this morning." 

Of course, the ass-kissers and brown-nosers raced to the front of the boardroom to shake his hand and basically fawn all over him. As Nora stood to the side, patiently waiting, Mr. Anderson approached her. 

"Nora, how've you been?" he asked warmly. 

"Very well, thank you Mr. Anderson. So, we finally have a new boss. I take it he's a very special man." 

"I think you'll be pleased, Nora. He has a great background and isn't afraid to get his hands dirty. Very much a team player, like Phillip," he said as he moved on to talk to another staff member. 

Hearing Phillip's name reminded Nora just how much she missed his company. She was lost in thought when he spoke. 

"Penny for your thoughts?" 

It was one of the rare times that Nora was taken off guard. She could feel the blush in her cheeks as she tried to recover. 

Sean had immediately noticed her during his introduction. This was a stunning woman, who seemed to scream sex. Not overtly, of course. She was dressed nothing but properly in a chocolate brown skirt, teal blouse, and brown, white and teal tweed blazer. The only outward indication was the high brown stilettos she wore. 

"You're Nora Taylor – Sean Kavanagh." His eyes twinkled as he spoke. 

Nora stood straight, offered her hand and said, "Mr. Kavanagh, welcome to our team. I hope you'll be happy here." 

"I'm sure I will be. So, you're our newest Junior Vice President. How long have you been with the company? 

Nora knew he had been briefed on all his staff members, but smiled and answered. "Twenty-six years, right out of junior college. If there's any thing you need, please don't hesitate to ask, although you're in good hands with Carol as your administrative assistant."

Sean started moving away. "Thank you. I'll see you this afternoon in my office." 

It was pretty quiet around the office the day before Thanksgiving. Almost everyone had gone when Nora arrived for her meeting promptly at three o'clock. Carol's desk was empty, but Sean's door was open. She could see him at his desk, his jacket off, and his shirt sleeves rolled up. 

"Mr. Kavanagh?" she asked, lightly tapping on the door. 

A smile came over his face when he saw her standing there. He stood and directed her to the seating area. 

"Come in, Nora, please. I think we're about the only two left here. Thank you for being so lenient about meeting later in the day, but don't you need to be preparing for the holiday?" Sean inquired. 

Nora took a seat at one end of the sofa, opposite him. "Oh, my family is scattered all over, and I prefer working when it's quiet here. But you? Shouldn't you be getting home?" Nora countered. 

Sean almost missed her question. He sat there and absorbed her beauty, and the velvety-smooth voice. "I'll be relocating here from Baltimore, hopefully before Christmas. I have brokers looking for an apartment for me." 

He didn't say the words, but Nora was under the impression he was single. She didn't know the story, and perhaps it was none of her business. 

Sean listened with interest while Nora summed up her twenty-six years with the company. He had already been advised by John Anderson, that she was a force to be reckoned with, and one of the brightest stars on the team. He had been told that management was thrilled she had pursued her degree, for it enabled them to move her through the ranks quickly, into positions where she was highly valued. It was rare, Sean thought, not to hear one derogatory remark about an employee. 

Nora found Sean easy to talk with and listened intently as he reviewed his career and his vision for their department. Nora knew within fifteen minutes, that he would manage with fairness and integrity. And like Phillip, he was not interested in making any immediate changes. 

It was the sound of the vacuum cleaner down the hall that caused them both to look at their watches. 

"Oh my God, I'm sorry. We've been talking for four hours," said Sean as he reluctantly stood. 

They hadn't been talking business for the past hour or so. The conversation had moved on to living in New York, the madness of Thanksgiving weekend here, Broadway, and music. Nora had even slipped off her shoes and tucked her feet under her. They had the comfort level of old friends. 

"Don't apologize," said Nora as she slipped on her shoes. "I enjoyed our talk. It sounds like you and the city will get along just fine." 

Nora stood quickly, and as she did, caught her heel on the skirt of the sofa. Sean reached out and caught her when she started to fall forward. He pulled her to him, crushing her breasts into his chest. She inadvertently brushed his cock with her hand and tried to hide her embarrassment. 

When he looked deep into her eyes, she became even more flustered. Calm, cool, collected Nora felt like she was a teen again, with a crush on the quarterback. 

Sean knew it was wrong to feel this way, especially about an employee, but Jesus, he thought, I would keep her in my arms all night, if I could. When he saw that she was steady on her feet, he released her from his grasp. 

For the first time in a long time, Nora was at a loss for words. She experienced a rush run through her body – the type she hadn't felt in months, not since Phillip left. She looked at Sean and saw the same expression on his face that she felt on hers.  

The pair was as nervous as school kids, and each just chuckled and blew off the moment. They wished each other a good holiday weekend and Nora left. 

Sean was hypnotized by the fluid movement of her ass as she walked away. This woman was danger, through and through, he thought, but he had to decide if he would heed the warnings.

Thanksgiving in New York is insane. Nora always made sure she had enough food and brought work home with her from the office, to keep her busy and so she would not have to go out in the crush of the city. Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade had been going on for more than eighty years, but in Nora's opinion, it wasn't worth the hassle of the crowd of over three million people. She had a much better view from the television in her loft, as she worked. 

By early Saturday evening, Nora was ready for some fresh air. The city had been blessed with an Indian summer day, so she felt an urge to get out and walk. 

The shops had closed, so the streets weren't overly busy. The breeze was warm and Nora felt great as she walked briskly through the lower west side. The smell of coffee drew her towards one of her favorite cafes. 

"I'll have cappuccino with amaretto, please," Nora ordered. 

"We gotta real good cantucci biscotti. Lemme get you one," said Tony. He smiled recognizing Nora as one of his regulars. 

"And what else would you recommend?" the deep voice said behind her. 

Nora spun around and found herself looking into Sean's blue eyes. 

"Well, that all depends on what your pleasure is. Their cappuccinos are wonderful, " she told him, as Tony set her order on the counter. Before Sean could say anything, Nora ordered for him. "Another one of the same, Tony." 

Sean wondered if she always liked being in charge, of being in control in every aspect of her life. He pulled his wallet out to pay for his order, when she informed him she would take care of it. He followed her to a small table in the corner of the cafe. 

"Do you often walk alone at night?" he asked. "Or don't the city streets scare you?" Does anything scare you, he wondered. 

Sean looked at her, savoring her appearance. He auburn hair was down, and fell in soft curls on her shoulders. She wore a soft blue v-necked sweater over a pair of tight fitting navy jeans. His mouth went dry when he looked at her breasts, and thought about taking them in his mouth. Sean thought she looked fresh, and nowhere near as old as he guessed her to be. He did know one thing – he wanted her. 

"This is my neighborhood, so I'm quite comfortable here. But you? What brings you out tonight, in this part of the city?" 

Nora watched him, taking in his masculinity. He had on a tweed sport coat, cream rugby shirt and khakis. He looked like a college professor, she thought – the kind any coed would give herself to, to better her grade. And she felt something else, too – comfortable. This man made her want to spend time with him. 

"Actually," he said, "I'm trying to get the lay of the land. My real estate broker is pushing me to consider a loft in this neighborhood." 

The two talked until Tony interrupted them. "Hey, you wanna take this some place or you gonna help me close up here?" he kidded. 

They each checked their watches and stood up to leave. 

"Look what you did to me again," Sean chided. "It's already nine o'clock. What is it about you, Nora? I feel like I'm talking to an old friend." 

Nora could have sworn Sean blushed as he said those words, and he quickly looked away from her. 

"Me? I'm at fault?" she asked laughing. "You're going to have to accept half the blame here, Sean." 

Sean looked down at her shining blue eyes. The breeze blew a curl into her face and without thinking; he brushed it away and tucked it behind her ear. Although the gesture was innocent, it was also intimate. Stop, he thought, don't do this! 

"Well, I'm heading this way, " Nora said, turning right. 

"Mind if I walk with you? I'm headed that way, too." 

"Sure, I don't live very far," Nora said. Should I ask him up, she thought? Her heart beat a little faster at the idea of having him in her loft apartment. 

They chatted about trivial things concerning the neighborhood. All too soon, they were at Nora's place. For half a minute, she was going to ask him up, but then thought better of it. 

She turned to say goodbye, but never got the words out. In slow motion, Sean's mouth descended on Nora's. 

Time stood still with that kiss. Nora found herself leaning into him, feeling his strong body against hers, breathing his scent, wanting him. A fire began inside her and there was only one way to extinguish it. Suddenly, the kiss ended. Sean moved back quickly, as if trying to escape her flame. Nora looked confused, but immediately stepped away, closer to the front door of her building. He could see the look of hurt in her eyes, but he just couldn't allow this to happen. 

"Nora, I'm sorry. What I did was stupid and highly unethical," Sean said, shaking his head and looking at the ground. "I've never made a move on an employee before, please believe me. I don't do that, and I never will do that. I would never get involved with a member of my staff." 

Nora spoke quietly, "Sean, it's all right. I'm not offended. Quite the contrary, actually." 

"You'd be well within your rights to turn me in to Human Resources. I was wrong." 

"Would you stop? It's fine. I'm fine. I understand, so please just drop it," she said and she turned to enter her building. 

Sean pleaded with her. "Do you understand how sorry I am that I did that? Do you..." 

Nora stopped him before he could go any further. "Look – I heard you the first time, don't worry about it." She was beginning to sound angry. "Have a good rest of your weekend, Mr. Kavanagh, I'll see you Monday." 




Nora Ch. 02



Nora went into her building without looking at him, and the door closed with a bang. She walked to the elevator feeling like she had just been slapped. Sure, he turns out to be Mr. Ethical. Wonderful, just fucking wonderful, she thought. For the first time in many years, Nora felt lonely. She had been alone, and enjoyed it actually, but this was different. 

She had instantly liked Sean Kavanagh. She felt a rapport and comfort level with him. It was funny, because the two times they had spoken, she felt she could give up control to this man. She wanted to give up control to him. She wasn't sure if it was hormones or just plain attraction, but Nora realized this was a man she could really care about, and a man she wanted to care about her. 

Sean kicked himself all the way back to the corporate apartment. What the hell had come over him? In almost thirty years, he had never approached an employee, let alone a subordinate. He knew better, Jesus! Nora – just saying her name made his body start to react. Nora – her body, the curves, the way she moved, her voice, and the feel of her lips. He wanted to lose himself in her. 

But it was more than that. When he kissed her, it wasn't about the sex, although he was sure it would have moved that way. It was more. She was smart, funny and caring. She listened when he spoke. She cared about what he said. She was the total package. But he could not let anything happen. 

Monday came, and Sean dove into his work. He deliberately avoided Nora. If he saw her coming down the corridor, he'd find a reason to visit someone's office. At the staff meeting, he never looked her way. However, when her back was turned, his eyes were always on her. He wanted her – more than any other woman. And he knew he had to have her. 

Nora was all business on Monday. She was not going to let Saturday night affect her performance. She didn't realize how hard it would be to look at Sean across the conference room table. The hurt of his rejection came rushing back. She understood his reasons, but it didn't hurt any less. 

After two weeks of working like this, Sean knew he was losing his battle and made an appointment with John Anderson, three weeks to the day he started. John saw the troubled look on Sean's face as soon as he came though the door. 

"John, I've got a problem with one of my staff." 

John talked to Sean for two hours. This type of situation hadn't come up before, so any course of action had to be well thought out and legally correct. 

Thursday morning saw canceled appointments and mysterious closed door sessions. The buzz around the department was that someone was on their way out. Eyes went to Nora, as the last vice president. Last in – first out. Nora heard the rumors too, so it was no surprise when the call came. Be in John Anderson's office at four o'clock on Friday. 

Casual Friday or not, Nora always dressed for business. She arrived for her appointment wearing a navy suit, with pencil skirt and shocking red stilettos. John greeted her warmly, and his assistant closed the door behind them. 

"Nora, let me start by saying that your loyalty to this company is unparalleled. You've worked hard and deserve every promotion you've gotten. But, sometimes it becomes apparent there is a need for restructuring. We assess the strengths and weaknesses in a department and shift our personnel accordingly." 

Nora listened as best she could considering the alarms going off in her head. She stayed silent. 

John continued, "A decision had to be made this week that affects you. Effective immediately, you will be moving up to the Advertising Department on the sixth floor. We've decided your talents can best be utilized there. We're bringing Jason Katz down here to take your place. It's a lateral move for both of you." 

Nora felt as if she had been run over by a truck. "But Mr. Anderson, I've been in Marketing for fifteen years. It's what I know." 

"Nora, we think you're going to shine in Advertising. Now you can argue the case all you want, but the decision has been made, and it's final. If it's one you can't accept, then I'm sorry. It's up to you whether you resign, or use this as a chance to show us how adaptable you can be." 

Nora felt numb. There were two options; move to Advertising or quit. Well, she was no quitter. She regained her composure and stood up. 

"Thank you for this opportunity, Mr. Anderson. I won't let you down." 

She swallowed her pride, shook his hand, and slowly walked back to her office. With each step, the hurt subsided, and the anger kicked in. How dare he do this to her? 

As she came off the elevator, Nora was seething. She marched down the corridor to Sean's office. Carol was putting on her coat to leave for the day. 

"Is he in there?" Nora asked in a bristling way. Without waiting for Carol's response, Nora burst through Sean's door and slammed it shut. Her velvety voice had an edge to it as she addressed him. 

"How dare you? Just what the hell are you trying to do to me?" she asked the man sitting at his desk. 

"Nora..." Sean began calmly. 

"Don't talk to me – not until I'm done. By then you may want to call security and have me escorted out of here." 

Sean's eyes widened and he raised his eyebrows at Nora's statement, but stayed silent. Jesus, she was pissed. 

"How long have you had this planned, huh? You knew from the first day, didn't you? What couldn't you deal with? How long I've been here? How fast I've come up through management? Is it my rapport with everyone in the department? What the hell did I do to deserve being transferred out of here? What could I have done that was so grievous that you had to get rid of me? You know, I've seen a lot of assholes in my day, but you take the cake. You didn't even have the balls to come and talk to me. You've done nothing but ignore me for two weeks and now you're tossing me out like garbage!" 

Sean stood up, his face starting to turn red with anger. How dare he? Well, how dare she question his judgment? 

He came around to the front of his desk, his arms folded across his chest and firmly said, "Now you listen to me..." 

At that point, Nora's voice got louder, her hands went to her hips, and she glared at him. "No! You listen to me. I told you not to speak until I was finished, and I'm not finished yet! You're a coward Sean Kavanagh – afraid of a strong woman. I'll show you. I'll show all of you. Advertising will be just a step for me. I'm not only going to succeed, I'm going to go farther than any of you imagined. You can take this department and shove it up your ass, for all I care." 

Nora turned around and began to march to the door, not waiting for Sean's reply. 

He closed the distance between them in five steps, grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him. He had both hands on her arms and she began to fight him. 

"You God damn son of a bitch get your hands off me or I'll call..." 

The words she hurled at him were silenced when Sean covered her mouth with his. She struggled against him, but his arms went around her and he crushed her to him. His mouth stayed insistent against her fight. He was past caring about the consequences. He was going to silence her one way or another. 

Nora's mind was racing. Her hands were clenched in fists as she tried to push away from him. Sean's one arm went around her waist; his other was holding her head so she couldn't escape his lips. 

She hated this man! She hated him. She...she...she felt her resolve start to slip. The longer his lips were on hers, she became more aware of his physicality. He wasn't hurting her. There was no violence. He was kissing her, moving his mouth the way a lover would. 

Sean felt a little of Nora's tension dissolve. He kept his arm around her, but he relaxed it a bit. He started moving his hand through her hair, loosening the chignon she always wore at work, and letting her hair tumble onto her shoulders. 

Nora fought with herself. She wanted to get away, but his lips brought back the memory of the one previous kiss they shared. As though she had no will of her own, her hands softened and began to creep up around Sean's neck. She felt her body begin to mold to his. She held him, now giving to him as he gave to her. 

Sean finally broke their kiss. He held Nora's face and looked deep into her eyes. He saw hurt and confusion there. When Nora looked into Sean's eyes, she saw warmth and sincerity. 

"Don't you see, Nora? If you work for me, I can't do this," he said, kissing her once more. 

Any indecision, any hesitation Nora felt was gone. She pulled herself to him and kissed him with her entire being. Her mouth opened and Sean took it as an invitation to explore her with his tongue. The flame was ignited and the fire was beginning to burn. 

Nora felt her nipples harden as his tongue stroked the roof of her mouth. She started to move her hands across his chest and then up to his tie. She pulled at it, trying to get it to loosen. Sean moaned and then backed away. She looked startled. 

"God, I want you," he said. "But, not here. Not like this." 

He pulled her to him again, burying his face in her soft hair. "I want to make love to you. I don't want some mindless fuck here in the office. 

He raised his head and looked at her. "Will you come home with me? Please, Nora." 

Sean grabbed his overcoat, they stopped at Nora's office to get her things, and they went out to hail a cab. Soft snowflakes fluttered around while they waited. Sean glanced at Nora and thought that, with her hair down, sprinkled with snowflakes, she looked like an angel. 

They did not talk during the short taxi ride to Sean's corporate apartment. Sean picked up her hand and just ran his fingers over hers. It was quiet, unrushed. Sean did not want to screw this up. Even the elevator ride up eleven floors was taken in silence. 

Once inside the sophisticated rental he was temporarily calling home, Sean helped Nora off with her coat. 

"Can I get you some wine? A drink? Coffee?" 

Nora smiled, took off her suit coat and laid it on the chair. She walked over to him slowly, seductively, and whispered, "No." 

Sean took her hand and led her into the bedroom. Nora stood at the end of the bed and reached for the pearl buttons on her white silk blouse. 

"No," Sean said in a hoarse voice. "Let me. I want to unwrap you – slowly." 

One by one, he unbuttoned her blouse, and then the buttons on her sleeves. He walked behind her, slid the blouse off her creamy white shoulders, and dropped it on the chair. He lifted her hair and began kissing the back of her neck. Nora slowly exhaled and goose bumps formed all over her flesh. 

With one hand, he held her hair and his lips moved over the back of her neck from, ear to ear. Sean ran his free hand down Nora's back to her bra, and unclasped it. His kisses stopped and he stepped around to face her. 

First one side, then the other, Sean slid the straps of her white lace bra down her arms. The sight of her bra falling away from her twin globes made him begin to salivate. Puffy, rose pink nipples stood out sharply against the milky white of her breasts. She looked luscious. 

He traced around her areolas with his finger, one at a time. Her nipples became even harder. He then gently slid his fingernail over her pointy tips. Nora whimpered with desire, but stood still. 

Sean leaned forward and kissed her soft lips. Nora tried to get closer, but his arms held her back. He began trailing his kisses down, covering her throat and nibbling her ear lobe. The floral fragrance of her hair filled his nostrils. 

Nora began to lose herself in the sensations. His kisses were light, like being touched by a feather. His nibbles made her want more. When he bent to kiss lower, Nora pushed her chest towards him. 

Sean never stopped – kissing down the center of her chest, to her cleavage. He then traveled over the swell of her right breast, to her arm pit, kissing and licking. He wanted to taste every inch of her body. Under her arm, down the length of it, taking her hand and kissing its palm. Then he began his journey back up her arm, across the tops of her breasts, down the other arm, kissing the palm of that hand. The salty taste of her was intoxicating. He needed more. 

Nora couldn't remember every having been explored so completely. She wanted to give herself to this man, however he wanted her. 

When Sean returned from her left arm, he cupped Nora's face and kissed her deeply. Nora put her arms around his waist and moved into him. She felt his heat through his trousers, and she knew she had to get his shirt off. She needed to feel her breasts against his bare skin. 

It was she who stepped back. She gently pulled his tie loose and tossed it on the chair next to her blouse and bra. She stood close to him and, one by one, undid the buttons on his shirt. With each one undone, she kissed where his shirt opened, moving lower on his abdomen. She pulled his shirt out of his pants very slowly, staring at him with a look that told of more to come. 

As Nora removed his shirt, Sean ran his hands over her body. He was trying desperately to control himself. Nora was like a fine wine – one to be savored. She came into his arms without being asked, and offered her mouth to his. She felt so good against him; her softness next to his strength. Her mouth told him of her willingness. 

Sean backed up to the bed and sat down. His face was level with Nora's breasts. God, they were beautiful, he thought. He lifted them, almost inspecting them, before bringing his mouth to them. 

Nora felt his tongue running over her breast but ignoring her nipple. Sean licked and kissed and nibbled his way over her skin, saving the best for last. Nora's hands were on his shoulders. She was massaging him as he covered her skin with his attentions. It felt decadent to have so much time spent here, but she loved it. 

When at last Sean had satisfied himself with her skin, he opened his mouth and took her nipple. He felt her hands dig into him while he sucked her precious tip. He flicked her nipple with his tongue, and Nora moaned and swayed. Sucking harder, and then licking. Tracing the nipples with his tongue, and then nipping at her pleasure spot. Sean was relentless with her breasts, feeding like a starving child. 

At first, Nora didn't believe what she felt. The muscles of her pussy started to quiver, heat rose from deep inside her, she felt light-headed and weak. Her legs tensed and then her knees gave out as her juices began to flow. She was in the middle of an intense orgasm when she started to fall. 

She trembled in his arms as Sean caught her and held her close. He got her onto his lap and she rested her head on his shoulder. Nora was still panting when he asked if she was all right.  

She raised her head, blinking at him, with a weak smile on her face. 

"Oh, I'm fine," she said in a shaky voice. "You made me cum, Sean. I've never cum from nipple play." 

She sat up and kissed him, pushing her tongue in his mouth and running her hands down his stomach to his belt. When she began to tug on the buckle, she slid off his lap and dropped to her knees. She worked diligently to remove his belt and open his slacks. His breath caught in his throat when her hands reached inside. Nora rubbed him through his boxers and brought him to full hardness. She could feel his cock straining to get out.

Sean did not move to help her get his slacks down. He wanted to be in control again. He gripped her shoulders and brought her up off her knees. Sean's hand went right to her skirt, opening it and dropping it to the floor. 

She stood before him now, in a navy lace thong and her red stilettos. Sean thought he would cum right then and there. He turned her around and ran his hand over her ass. It looked like marble, but felt incredibly soft. He kissed each cheek and then stood. 

Nora turned around to face him. She watched as he removed his slacks, shoes, socks and finally his boxers. His cock head was red and swollen, his shaft pointed upward. 

Without a word, he lifted Nora up in his arms, walked to the side of the bed and gently lay her down. Her auburn hair fanned out over the snow-white pillow case. Sean carefully removed her red shoes, and then reached up for her thong. Nora raised her hips as he pulled the small piece of lace down her legs. It was moist with her cum, and was saturated with her woman scent. As he looked at her now, he felt intoxicated. 

Nora raised her arms, silently calling him to her. She felt powerful and yet defenseless. Sean was ready to lose himself in her arms. He lay down next to her and they met in the middle of the bed, with the tenderness of first time lovers. Their hands explored, their mouths tasted. Sean wanted to cover every inch of her body with his mouth. 

He started moving his hand down to the region he had not yet traveled. He swept over her flat belly, lower to the core of her womanhood. She opened her legs expectantly. He rubbed her soft, bare mound, trailing his fingers over her lips. Nora raised her hips, hoping he would let his fingers discover her further. She was not disappointed. 

Sean separated her lips and ran his finger up and down her slit. He circled her clit, and then traveled down barely entering her warm, wet hole. Up and down he toyed with her, making her pant with anticipation. 

"God, put it in me," Nora begged. 

Sean happily complied, curling two fingers and thrusting them inside her. Her g-spot beckoned him and he went to work massaging it, while his thumb moved to her hardened pearl. Nora's hips met his movements as he fucked her with his hand. It wasn't long before her back arched, her hands gripped the bed covers and she cried out. Sean kept up his concentration on her core until her legs stiffened and went straight, and her head rolled from side to side. 

Sean gently removed his hand and put his fingers in his mouth. Nora tried to calm herself as she watched him clean her essence off of his fingers. She reached up to touch his cheek, and then rose up to kiss him. Her kiss held the promises of more pleasures to be had. 

He rolled her onto her back, covering her with his body. Again, her legs opened and she felt his cock nudge her. Slowly, inch by inch, he entered her. Nora inhaled as slowly as he moved. Their eyes locked when he could go no further. 

The lovers moved together now, slowly, deliberately, each seeking to please the other. Sean's cock was gripped by her tightness. Nora felt him reaching places that had been ignored for months. Each had a need that had to be met. 

The minutes ticked, their thrusts became harder, faster, and more urgent. Sean pushed in as deep as he could. He felt the pressure building inside his balls. He needed relief. 

Nora felt herself falling once more. This man made love to her as if he knew her, and knew exactly how to please her. Her legs gripped him tighter and her nails dug into his ass, when her floodgates opened. 

Sean's body reacted, his balls releasing his hot cum deep inside of her. He held her as tightly as she held him, pushing in as deeply as he could, until he dropped, exhausted. Nora lay underneath him, tenderly running her hands up and down his back. She felt his cock still throbbing inside her. She felt complete. 

When Sean rolled off her, he gathered her in his arms. He kissed her brow, down the side of her face, and finally stopped at her lips. The kisses were sweet and tender, and the pair basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking. 

Nora finally broke the silence. "I think I'm really going to enjoy the Advertising Department." 

Sean hugged and kissed her and smacked her ass playfully. It all just felt so right. 

Nora sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. "Mind if I use your bathroom?"




Nora Ch. 02



Before he could answer, he was watching Nora's ass sway as she walked away. Sean stretched and smiled. Yep, everything was going to be fine. 

"Sean? Can you come in here a minute?" Nora's voice sounded a little strange. 

Sean bolted upright, moved to the bathroom and burst through the door. Nora was standing in the shower with the water running. The shower door was open and she stood there, looking like a water nymph with the water trailing down between her breasts. She had a come-hither look on her face and her finger curled up, beckoning him to join her. 

Sean stepped inside and took her into his arms. That desperate feeling was starting again, and he could feel himself growing hard against her belly. 

Nora backed out of his arms and got on her knees. She wrapped her fingers around his cock and swept over it with her tongue. It was a beautiful piece of art. Long, wide, straight, and its head perfectly formed. The shaft was hard as iron, but the head was baby soft. She kissed and nibbled his length, and used her tongue to play with the tip. Nora covered every inch of it, still able to taste herself on him, before she opened her mouth wide and took him in. 

Sean's hands were in her hair and his hips moved, thrusting his manhood into her throat. She took him, every inch, holding him deep inside. She bobbed up and down while reaching for his balls to massage them. She tasted the salt of his precum. She worked hard and fast, needing to drink from him. She felt his balls tense and hummed on his cock. 

The vibrations of her throat and the feeling of her hands on his balls pushed Sean to his limit. With a growl, he thrust forward once more and exploded down her throat. She never let up until she was sure he had emptied every drop into her belly. 

Nora looked up and smiled when she saw him lean against the shower wall for support. He put his hand out so she would rise and join him. She walked into his arms again, and nuzzled his neck. 

Oh God, he thought, she was either going to be the best thing that ever happened to him, or kill him by draining his energy. 

They stayed closeted together all weekend. On Monday, Nora reported to her new department on the sixth floor. Monday night, she reported to Sean's bed. 

Weeks went by, and the couple was together every night, usually in Nora's loft apartment. They got a small Christmas tree together, and made love by its lights on Christmas Eve. 

The holidays in New York are crazy, and New Year's Eve is the worst. Although Nora never ventured out into the maddening crowds, Sean had his heart set on seeing the fireworks in Central Park.

He held her hand tightly while they made their way over, dodging the already drunken revelers in the streets. The air was cold, their breath hung in clouds in front of them, and there were snowflakes falling gently to the ground.

When they reached the park, they found a spot under a bare tree. Sean stood with his back against it, Nora in front of him, and his arms around her. He rested his chin on the top of her head as the colorful explosions began. 

They could hear the crowd oooh and aaahh with each display. Sean felt Nora's excitement start to grow. He held her closer and smelled her hair. God, he loved her. 

Oh my God, he thought, I love her. When the hell did that happen? And what would she say? Maybe she would run the other way. Maybe she would... oh shit, he wasn't sure what she would do, but he knew what he had to do. 

Nora was pointing at a display that looked like a flower, another looked like rings intertwined. At another, she turned excitedly and said, "Look! They look like a shower of diamonds!" 

He took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. Nora smiled up at him. 

"What was that for?" She asked, laughing. 

"That, my darling, is because I love you," Sean said, as he tried to gauge her reaction. 

She just stood there with her mouth open, looking totally surprised. Nora blinked a couple of times and then regained her composure. She sounded confident, but looked hopeful when she asked, "So, what are you going to do about it?" 

A smile made its way across her face as she looked at Sean's shocked expression. It took him only a minute to regain his composure, too. 

"Well, what if I said I want to love you for the rest of my life? What if I said I want us to be together always? 

Nora flung her arms around Sean's neck and he lifted her off the ground. She brought her mouth to his and they kissed by the light of the fireworks. 

"Take me home, Sean. Make love to me and make me yours."



Nora Ch. 03



She sat in the dark, looking out over her city, but seeing nothing. A chill ran through her, but it was May and it wasn't cold. Her world had come crashing down around her and life, as she knew it, was over.

**********

Phillip Duncan's first day back from vacation was pure hell. God, how he hated taking time off, but after his split with Katie he had needed space. His travel agent found the perfect mid-March adventure in Brazil; Rio de Janeiro, with its white sand beaches and impressive Corcovado (statue of Christ), the historic Salvador, and the Amazon. It was just the spot to forget about California and lose himself in the incredible wildlife of the greatest rainforest on earth. Photographs didn't do justice to the colors of the jungle flowers and their sweet, strong fragrance, the lushness of the green ceiling created by the trees, the markings on the wild birds, the screams of the playful monkeys, and the majesty of the waterfalls. It didn't matter that he constantly felt damp from the humidity. He was overcome by the beauty of it all.

The landscape in Rio also included scantily dressed, dark-haired beauties, whose bodies were barely covered by bikinis, at the Copacabana beach. There were tanned, rounded asses, covered only by a thread that ran up the middle of their cracks that could make a strong man, weak. Phillip steered clear; he needed space, time to get his head together, and not mindless sex.

His day started with a ninety minute debriefing with his staff. If the Chief Operations Officer can't go away and trust that his staff will carry on, then you need a new staff. His five senior vice presidents were more than capable, having been with the company longer than he. This meeting was followed by half an hour with his boss, the President and Chief Executive Officer, where he learned the forecast analysts were beginning to sound pessimistic about any business growth.

Phillip returned to his office to attack the many emails his assistant couldn't handle in his absence. Margaret buzzed him, just as he had settled in.

"John Anderson from Martin & Dean is on line two. Are you in?"

"Absolutely," Phillip said and smiled as he picked up the phone. "John! How are you, my friend? I haven't spoken to you since right after New Year's."

John Anderson had been Phillip's strongest supporter when he was promoted to Senior Vice President of Marketing at Martin & Dean, at the young age of thirty-two. Although he hated losing him to another company, John remained Phillip's mentor when he accepted the C.O.O. position at the California-based firm, four years earlier.

"I'm doing well, Phillip. How's Katie?" John inquired.

Phillip noticed this was the first time in six weeks that his stomach didn't immediately turn over.

"Um, I'm not sure," he said quietly. "She left me over a month ago, saying something about needing to rediscover her womanhood. I should have known, John. She was only twenty-eight and I had no business thinking she would settle for an old guy like me."

Phillip was far from old at forty-one. He used to look like John Kennedy, Jr. in his prime, and now he had aged gracefully; looking very debonair with gray hair starting in his temples. He had creases around his chestnut brown eyes, so that he always appeared to be laughing at a secret joke.

"Be careful calling yourself old, when you're talking to me, Phillip," John chided. "I'm the one who's starting to wind down. In fact, that's why I'm calling. I'm coming out to the west coast next week. Is there any way you can put some time aside for me? It doesn't have to be during work hours. In fact, I'd prefer to talk to you away from work."

Phillip looked through his calendar. "I'm free Thursday night, if that's good for you."

"Perfect. I've got your address, so I'll meet you at around seven. Okay?"

"Are you going to tell me what this is about, John?"

"All in good time, Phillip. I'll see you next week."

When Phillip opened the door to greet his friend, he was surprised at how John had aged. John was dressed in khakis and a golf shirt, but couldn't have looked more out of place with his pale east coast skin. Phillip ushered him into the kitchen/great room and poured him a bourbon and water. They settled into a friendly talk about John's family, the weather, and Phillip's life in California. John seemed very interested in Phillip's feelings about where the business was headed. 

"What's going on, John? Certainly you didn't come all this way just for a chat."

"I'm here on a mission and my goal is to report back with positive results. Phillip, I've had a terrific run with Martin & Dean, and even though I received countless offers to work elsewhere, I know I would never have been as happy as I have been with them, in New York." John took a deep breath and continued, "But now, it's time for me to go. I'm tired, and I want to be able to spend more time with my wife, kids and grandkids. That's why I'm here."

Phillip stayed quiet and listened to John's proposal.

"When I talked to the board about my retirement, I told them straight-out that there was no one at the company right now, who could support them the way I do. I'm not blowing my own horn, but I know what needs to be done. We've got some really talented people there, but they also need younger blood. Phillip, you know the company, you know what being a C.O.O. entails. If you're willing to listen, I'm here to make you an offer."

"What?" Phillip asked with an astonished look on his face.

"You proved yourself when you worked for them a few years ago. You left with grace and dignity, and didn't burn any bridges. You made a name for yourself out here, but I'm afraid that your company is going to go through a stagnant phase. I'm offering you a chance to come back to Martin & Dean as Executive Vice President and Chief Operations Officer. You're only forty-one, Phillip, and you've got a lot of years left to make another mark there. Who knows where this might lead, if you accept the job?"

Phillip stood up, paced for a minute, and ran his fingers through his hair. He was surprised, pleasantly, but nonetheless, surprised at what John was asking. He sat back down, leaned forward with his arms on his knees, and looked John straight in the eye. "Talk to me," was all he said.

John pulled a thin binder out of his briefcase. In that binder was a complete job description, organizational chart, benefits summary, corporate bonus schedule, relocation package, and a salary offer. It was literally an offer that could not be refused. John sipped his drink while he watched for any kind of reaction from his friend. Phillip took his time, studying each page intently.

"Nora's a senior vice president in Advertising? Why did she leave Marketing?" he asked John.

"Your replacement, Sean Kavanagh, has a strict policy about personal relationships between people in the same department. I'm afraid he fell pretty hard for our lovely Nora, so he came to me and asked if I could have her reassigned. Let me tell you, she was madder than a wet hornet, but they've been together for three years now. They're a wonderful couple, Phillip."

"I'm glad she found someone, John. She's a hell of a woman. He must be a real special man," he said sincerely, remembering the years he and Nora had been together.

"You'll find that out for yourself, if you accept the offer that's on the table. It's not bullshit, Phillip. This is it, take it or leave it. No negotiations, because what you see is the best you're going to get."

"I need time, John. I can't just answer you right now. I have to think about my current job, my loyalty to them, and then this offer."

"You're a good man, Phillip. I wouldn't have expected anything less from you. I'm flying out on Sunday. I'd like to take your answer with me."

"You're not giving me a lot of time, but I understand. We'll have breakfast on Sunday and I'll take you to the airport. You'll have my answer then."

The friends shook hands and went to dinner. After John left that night, Phillip reread the proposal. He wasn't stupid. This was the final offer, and a lucrative one at that. He'd be an idiot if he didn't consider it. The meeting he had with his C.E.O. had already indicated that it was going to be a tough next couple of years. Still, he liked the company. Hell, he liked Martin & Dean. He was going to call his financial advisor first thing in the morning.

John and Phillip chose a table in the garden, to have breakfast. John had to give Phillip credit; there was no indication, by looking at him, as to what he had decided. Juice and coffee was served, their order had been placed, and John sat as Phillip began to talk.

He pointed out all of the good things at his current position. He listed the advantages to living in southern California. He also listed the good things about moving back to New York.

"Oh for Christ's sake, Phillip," John sounded anxious. "Would you just come out with it?"

"I'll never be able to fill your shoes, John, but I'll make you proud. You'll never regret going to bat for me," Phillip said as he extended his hand. "Thank you for this opportunity. I accept."

As Phillip shook his hand, he handed John his signed contract. "I'm handing in my resignation tomorrow. It may seem like a long time, but I'm giving them until the end of April to find a replacement. I'll report to you the first Monday in May. Now, if I find they don't want me to hang around, you'll hear from me a lot earlier."

John enthusiastically shook Phillip's hand. "I'm so pleased. I wanted to be out of there before summer. Now, I can tell my wife she's got me full time, as of the beginning of June. My guess is she might look for a part-time job, just to keep me out from under her feet," he said joking.

**********

Sean sneaked up behind Nora to nuzzle the back of her neck, as she stood at the counter adding cream to her coffee, only to be greeted by a sharp elbow to his stomach.

"You mess this hair buddy, and you're dead," she said as she turned around, put her arms around his neck, and kissed the man she adored.

"Want to blow off work?" he asked, raising his brows and winking several times.

They probably would have made sick, any young person who saw them together. Sean was as much in love with her as he was when he told her for the first time, those few New Year's Eve's ago. Outside of work, he found reasons to constantly touch her; her hand, the side of her face, a kiss to her temple, his arm around her waist. This was the woman he was meant to be with for the rest of his life, and he had plans for her. He was finalizing the trip tomorrow, and then he would tell her – Scotland in September, for a honeymoon. He thought about buying her a ring and surprising her, but he decided to wait and take her with him to pick it out. He hoped she would be surprised.

Nora giggled in his arms, "And just how would it look with we both called in sick?"

"Do you really care? Come on baby, we've never done that."

"Sean, begging does not become you. Now, drink your coffee and let's get moving. I've got a ton of one-on-one's today, with my staff."

Their cab dropped them across the street from Martin & Dean when the icy, cold April rain started to fall. Sean and Nora dashed across the busy street to try and save themselves from a soaking.

"My briefcase! Damn!" Sean exclaimed as he ran back out into traffic, in an attempt to catch the cab that was starting to pull away from the curb. 

It was as if the world had turned into slow motion; the sights and the sounds. Nora screamed as she saw a car trying to screech to a halt, slam into Sean's body, throwing it high into the air, coming back down on the hood with a sickening whump, before it rolled off onto the street. She dropped everything and raced to him, knowing in her heart it was too late. 

When she reached him, she pulled him into her arms, needing to comfort him. There was blood everywhere, and she begged for someone to help him. Sean opened his eyes and she could see the creases around them, as if he were trying to smile at her. Then, the look faded and she knew he saw nothing. 

That's how John Anderson found her. Cradling the man she loved in the pouring rain, in the middle of a New York City street, covered in his blood, and letting loose the most pitiful wail he had ever heard. His heart broke for her, as the ambulance crew tried to get her to let go of Sean's body. John pulled at her, urging her to release her hold, crying with her, crying for her. He held her in his arms as Sean's body was loaded into the ambulance, and promised her he would not leave her side. They followed, in silence, through the crowded streets to the hospital, knowing there was no hope. Sean was dead, and Nora was left alone.

During the next week, Nora proved exactly how strong she was. Sean didn't have any immediate family, so she went through their address book and personally called his relatives. Her own family was scattered, but promised to come to New York, if they could. 

She and Sean had spoken about what their wishes for burial would be, and Nora made the arrangements to his specifications. She received friends and family at the funeral home. In the center of the far wall, was a cream colored marble urn etched with leaves containing Sean's ashes. Above it was a vase with three dozen red roses, for the three years they were together. The card read "You'll be in my heart forever." No one had to question that those were from Nora.

John and his wife had offered to hold a reception in their home, but Nora declined. Sean hadn't wanted a fuss. The only reason she agreed to a single showing at the funeral home was so that other people could get closure. When the last of the visitors had gone, Nora finally sat down and just stared at the urn. John went to her and knelt next to her chair.

"Nora," he whispered. "Come home with us. Spend the night and let us take you home tomorrow."

She never looked at him. "I'm fine, just leave me. I'll see you at work on Monday."

John was taken aback. "No Nora, don't come in. You need a few days to look after things. You've been running fifty miles a minute. Now it's time to stop. Take as long as you need, then call me. Please Nora, just take care of yourself."

John placed a kiss on top of her head and turned to leave. Nora shuddered at his touch. She needed to leave. She needed to go home. She needed Sean back, but that was never going to happen. She wanted to curl up in a ball, go to sleep, and then wake up from this nightmare.

Sean's death had delayed the announcement of John's retirement, and Phillip's return to Martin & Dean, as the new C.O.O. Senior management was brought together in the board room, before an all-employee email was sent. Eyes went to the two vacant chairs that were normally taken by Sean and Nora. 

Nora was not taking calls. She had not answered the emails sent to her personal email address. She had locked herself away from the world, and would only surface when she was ready. John tried to stop by once, but she wouldn't answer his buzzer. He was worried, but knew that she needed time and they would give her what she needed. He couldn't help but wonder if she would ever come back.

True to his word, Phillip arrived the first Monday in May. As he walked down the walnut-paneled corridor, Phillip thought back to the first time he had been to the executive wing; when John had interviewed him for the Senior Vice President position. Today, John greeted him warmly, and brought him into his office. 

"I'm so glad you're here Phillip. You and I will work together for the next month, transitioning the staff, and getting you comfortable with your position here. I'll set up in my conference room, so that you can make this space your own. Besides, with all the files you and I need to go over, the more room the better.

"Unfortunately for you, my assistant Pat has also decided to retire. She's interviewed quite a few candidates and has selected three for you to meet. We'll set that up for later in the week."

Phillip looked around the office that would be his. He already noticed that pictures had been taken down, and a couple of boxes next to the door were packed with John's personal belongings. The room was understatedly elegant with its walnut paneling and cream colored upholstered furniture. There were touches of teal blue accents around the room that Phillip found soothing. The only thing Phillip brought with him was his briefcase. He refused to move in until John was gone. He couldn't bring himself to take over his mentor's space.  

John took Phillip on a brief tour, before heading to the Boardroom. A breakfast had been arranged, to introduce him to the other executives. There were a couple of faces that Phillip remembered, but never really had an opportunity to come to know. He felt immediate acceptance here. He had come home.

After they left the get-together, John explained that there would be a meeting at one o'clock, so that Phillip could meet his staff. John closed the door behind them when they got back to the office. John asked Phillip to sit down so they could have a private talk.

"I'm afraid I have some bad news, Phillip. About three weeks ago, Sean Kavanagh was killed right out in front of the building."

"Nora's boyfriend? Marketing department, right?"

"Yes, I'm afraid so. Poor Nora was standing on the sidewalk when he was struck by a car. It was a rough couple of weeks here, and now you're going to be down two senior vice presidents," John said sadly, as her recounted the incident.

"Oh my God, poor Nora. How is she?" Phillip asked.

"I don't know. When I left her at the funeral home, I told her to take as much time as she needed, but we haven't heard a word. I tried stopping, but she never answered the bell. Her answering machine is full and no longer accepting messages. We've emailed and left notes with the guard at her apartment, but nothing."

Phillip didn't let on that this scared him. "You know how strong Nora is. I'm sure she just needs time."

The staff meeting went well, with Phillip knowing a good share of the vice presidents. It was explained that Rita Jeffries would be acting senior vice president in the marketing department, until a permanent replacement was found for Sean Kavanagh. Nora's second in command, Kevin Mack, would be filling in, until her return.

On the way back to his office, Phillip asked John take him to Nora's office. A very professional young woman sat outside, almost as if on guard. John introduced Phillip to Nora's assistant, Deb.

"Have you heard anything from her at all?" he asked.

"No. I thought of going over, because I have the key she gave me, but I don't want to intrude. I figured that if she needed me, she'd call," Deb said sadly.

"Well, I may call on you, yet, to help me get through to her," said Phillip. "Don't worry, she'll be fine."

The next week was a whirlwind of activity with meetings, consultations, budget concerns, and reviewing the files. Phillip began to appreciate just how much bigger this company was than the one in California. It was a huge challenge, but he felt up to it. 

Unbeknownst to anyone at Martin & Dean, Phillip had tried to reach Nora by phone several times. On his way to a meeting, he stopped by Deb's desk and asked for the key to Nora's apartment.

"I don't know about this," she said, defensively. "I don't think Nora would want me to hand it over to just anyone, even if he is her boss."

Phillip bristled a bit, but realized Deb was just doing her job. She didn't know him from Adam. As discretely as possible, he explained his and Nora's relationship. Deb could tell he really cared about her boss so, reluctantly, she handed him Nora's keys.

He was surprised to see that Danny was still the night guard at Nora's building, when he stopped by after work that night. Danny had always liked Phillip, and the two shared a real love for the Yankees and the Giants.




Nora Ch. 03



"Man, I can't believe you're back," Danny said, slapping Phillip on the shoulder and shaking his hand. He lowered his voice and continued. "Did you hear about Mr. Sean and Miss Nora?"

"Yeah Danny, I did. That's why I'm here – to check on her."

"That other guy, Mr. Anderson, was by a little while ago. She didn't answer her buzzer."

"Danny, would you mind if I just went up? Maybe she'll answer the door if I knock."

Danny scratched his head and thought for a minute. "You know I'm not supposed to let anyone up there."

Phillip pulled Nora's keys out of his pocket. "Would I have these if I wasn't allowed to use them?"

"Okay, Mr. Phillip, but if I get in trouble for this...."

"There won't be any trouble, Danny. You may just be helping her."

In the elevator, Phillip thought about what he might do. Should I knock, he thought, or should I just let myself in?

Phillip almost felt like he was coming home as he approached her door. After all, they had pretty much lived there together for almost five years. He tentatively knocked at the door. Nothing. He knocked harder the next time, but still no reply

It was possible that she was asleep, or tied up, so he decided to leave. He would come back, he thought, and he'd keep coming back until she answered.

Two more attempts that week, and Phillip decided this was enough. He'd been back for two weeks and now he was more than just a little scared. First thing Saturday morning, he picked up juice, coffee and croissants, and then headed to Nora's loft.

With very little hassle from the weekend security guard, Phillip made his way up to Nora's apartment. No knocking this time, he thought. He was just going to let himself in.

The apartment was dark, except for the light coming from one uncovered window. He'd never seen her place in such disarray, and there was an odor that just smacked him in the face.

"Nora?" he called out in a low, gentle voice.

He stepped further into the loft; letting his eyes adjust to the semi-darkness. He glanced into the kitchen and was shocked at the sink, piled high with dirty dishes. The trash bin was overflowing. He opened the refrigerator and was repulsed by a couple of take-out containers from the Chinese restaurant around the corner. There was green fuzz growing on the outside of them. Phillip carefully set them on the counter, saw that the milk was almost cottage cheese, and removed that, too.

He turned and continued into the room, calling a little louder, "Nora?"

He walked towards the light and noticed the oversized wing chair had been pushed to face the window. What he saw tore at his heart.

Curled up, just staring, was the shell of the vibrant woman who had been Nora Taylor. Her auburn hair was drab and matted, hanging past her shoulders. Her face was pale, her lips were swollen and chapped, and her eyes were empty, with dark circles around them. She appeared to be wearing a man's sweat outfit, probably Sean's. She was holding a suit coat, clutched tightly to her chest.

"Nora," Phillip said, as he brushed the hair away from her face.

There was perhaps the briefest glimmer of recognition on her face, and then it was gone.

"Nora," he said a little more firmly.

Again, she looked at him, but did not appear to see him. Phillip bent over and lifted her up into his arms, walked to the sofa and sat down with her. It was like he had a large doll on his lap. Phillip held Nora close, but said nothing. She didn't fight him, she just sat. It wasn't long before he felt her body become heavy – dead weight, as they say. Her head came to rest on his shoulder; her breathing became deep, slow, and steady. Nora had fallen asleep.

He continued to hold her, afraid to put her down for fear she would wake. Right now, he could tell she needed to sleep. He waited about fifteen minutes and then eased her onto the sofa, covering her with the suit coat, and a knitted throw from the back of the chair.

Phillip walked to the front door, so that she wouldn't be disturbed by the telephone call he was going to make.

"Hello," said the male voice at the other end of the phone.

"John?" Phillips voice began to crack. "Oh Jesus, John, she's in bad shape. I can't believe it. I don't know what to do."

"Phillip? Where are you? What do you mean she's in bad shape? Are you with Nora?" John Anderson's questions kept coming.

Phillip described Nora's apartment and how she looked. As he went on, tears started to fall down his face. "I'm so scared. She needs help, John. I don't know where to turn. I'm not sure if what I do is going to be right. Help me, John. Help me, help Nora. Tell me what to do; who to call. God, John...." Phillip's voice trailed off as he began to cry.

"Phillip, calm down. Do you want me to come over there?"

"No, I think if she wakes up it will be too much. John, just help me figure out how to save her," Phillip pleaded.

"Okay, look, let me talk to my wife. She's the one that will have the answers. I'll call you back as soon as I can. Don't leave her, just stay. I promise I'll call you back."

Phillip went into the bathroom and stuck his head under the cold, running water at the sink, trying to shock himself into calming down. He wasn't going to be any good to Nora if he couldn't control himself. He made sure she was still asleep, and went into the kitchen. He remembered something his grandmother used to say about idle hands, and he needed to be doing something, anything, to help her.

After a couple of hours, Phillip was satisfied that Nora's kitchen could actually be used to prepare food. He could tell she hadn't been to the market, and she was existing on whatever she already had in the cupboards. He made a mental list of things he needed to pick up. 

Nora was still sleeping, not having moved a muscle. He settled himself down at her computer, and started surfing the net. He didn't doubt that John and his wife would help, but he needed to do more. He typed in "dealing with grief" and hit search. 

The first site dealt with the sudden death of infants. He went to the next, and the next, and the next. He finally found information that was written in language that even he could understand. He read, and took notes:

Five stages of grief – denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.

Grief is natural and everyone grieves differently. There is no right way to grieve. There is no silver lining.

Not everyone cries, and it doesn't mean they don't feel the pain as deeply as others.

Shock, disbelief, sadness, guilt, anger, fear and physical symptoms including fatigue, nausea, lowered immunity, weight loss or gain, aches and pains, and insomnia.

Major depression – depressed mood, loss of enjoyment, changes in sleep patterns or appetite, impaired concentration, emotional lability.

When to seek professional help – feel like life isn't worth living, wish you had died instead, blaming yourself, feeling numb and disconnected, having difficulty trusting, unable to perform your normal daily activities. Hospitalization when they are a danger to themselves.

Phillip also learned that it was important to spend time with the person, listen without judgment, be patient, and just be there for them. He probably spent an hour and a half reading all he could. He wondered if he were the right person to be with Nora. Maybe a woman friend would be better, but he knew her, probably better than most. No, he was going to stay and help this frail woman.

He looked up as he heard her mumble and then stretch in her sleep. He went over and knelt next to her, stroking her head. Almost painfully, Nora opened her eyes. This time, Phillip knew she saw him. She squinted and looked as if she were trying to understand what was happening.

"What?" she started.

"It's me, Nora. I'm back and I'm here to help you."

"No...no...no," she shook her head and tried to back away from his comforting hand.

"Nora, please honey, come here. Let me take care of you. Come on." Not giving her much of a choice, Phillip pulled her into his arms and held her. "I'm not going anywhere, Nora, not for a long time."

Nora allowed herself to be pulled into his arms. He held on to her until he felt her arms reach around his back. Her body trembled, but she didn't cry. She simply whispered in a child-like voice, "He's gone." They stayed like that, clinging to each other, until she made a move to pull away.

"Phillip? What are you doing here?" she asked in a voice he didn't recognize.

"I came back to Martin & Dean. John told me about what happened. Nora, everyone is so concerned about you. I couldn't take it. Deb gave me your keys and so I'm here, and I'm staying here until I know you're okay."

With that, Nora appeared to become angry. "I'm fine. Go away."

"Nora...."

"How dare you? Who do you think you are that you can come in here and intrude upon my life? Who asked you to? I can take care of myself."

"Obviously, you can't. Look at yourself, Nora. When was the last time you ate anything? When was the last time you bathed and slept in a bed? Nora, we're all concerned about you. Come on, let me help you."

Nora moved into the corner of the sofa and glared at Phillip. "I don't need your help. I don't need anyone's help. Just leave me alone. You don't know. You have no idea. I don't want you here. I want...I want...," she said as she scrambled off the sofa. 

Her voice became shrill, and her eyes were wild. She stumbled around yelling at him, "Get out! Get out now! I don't need you! I don't need anyone!"

Phillip rushed to her and grabbed her flailing arms so that she wouldn't hurt him, or herself. He held her hands tightly behind her back, and spoke to her in a calm voice.

"Scream at me all you want, Nora, but I'm not leaving. "

She struggled against him, mumbling unintelligible words, shaking her head, trying to pull away, and almost falling. Phillip held her and protected her. He had no idea if what he was doing would help, but he knew this woman needed care.

They moved like this for several minutes, until Nora's actions slowed. Phillip could see she was starting to give up her attempts at escape. Soon she slumped against him. He could feel her chest heaving. He could tell she was still upset, but just didn't have the energy to fight him.

"Nora, let me tell you what you're going to do. I'm going to run you a bath and you're going to get clean. Wash your hair, lotion yourself, and put on some clean clothes. I brought juice, coffee and croissants this morning. You're going to eat something and when you're up to it, we're going to talk. Okay?" Phillip asked.

While her face was buried in his chest, he saw her nod her head. Cautiously, he let go of her arms and stepped back. Nora raised her head, turned and moved towards the dressing area.

Phillip ran her bath, adding some bath salts to the water. He brought the shower attachment down off the holder, so she could easily use it to wash her hair. While he waited for her, he tidied the bathroom and set the trash outside the door. When Nora entered the bathroom, he left her to her privacy. He did, however, wait outside the door for a minute or two, listening to the sounds of her washing.

He stripped the sheets off her bed and found clean ones in the linen closet. He had just finished up when his cell phone rang. It was John Anderson.

"Hi John, I hope you have some news for me."

"Phillip, its Peggy Anderson. I told John I wanted to talk to you myself. How is she?"

Phillip quickly went through the happenings since Nora had wakened. He told Peggy of his concern that he was doing things the right way. She reaffirmed everything he had learned online. She agreed with him that Nora should find a psychologist.

"I have the name of someone who has helped a very good friend of mine. His name is Dr. Rosenberg. You do understand that you can't force her into anything, Phillip, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do. Let me grab a pen and write down his number. I'm going to try and get her to eat, and talk to me if she wants. I'll have this number if it comes up in conversation. I know it makes me feel better know there is somewhere else to turn. Thank you, Peggy," Phillip said, sincerely.

"Do you think we could come see her, Phillip?" 

He could hear the concern in her voice, but knew better than to push Nora. "Look, as soon as I can get her to agree to seeing anyone else, or to getting out of the apartment, I'll let you know. Right now, she's had a hard enough time having me in here." 

He could hear the water stop and Nora moving around the bathroom. He ended the call before Nora came into the bedroom. Her eyes quickly scanned the room. He could see that she wasn't happy about the bed linens being changed, but never said a word.

Nora simply nodded as he said, "I'll be in the kitchen, when you're ready. I want you to eat something."

Phillip organized the mail that had been sitting on the dining room table, and placed it on her desk. It didn't take long to straighten up her living area. He heard the last burps of the coffee maker and went to get the tray with the few things he had brought over. It was just after noon, when Nora came out of her bedroom.

She looked almost like she did the weekend they worked to revamp an important presentation. The years had been good to the fifty-one year old beauty. She looked pale and tired, but he could still see the features that grabbed him nine years earlier.

Her damp hair was tied into a pony-tail. She wore white exercise pants, and an over-sized sweater, that he guessed was Sean's. She came right over to the table and sat down, not looking at Phillip. After he poured her coffee, he added some powdered creamer, and set it down near her orange juice. He placed a croissant on her plate, and pushed a jar of raspberry jam closer to her. Phillip was pleased to see her drink her juice, and take a few nibbles from the croissant. They sat in silence for quite a while before she spoke. 

She was calm as she said, "I suppose you think I should thank you for this intrusion. I'm not, you know. I didn't ask you to come here, and I certainly didn't ask you to move the things in my home."

Phillip listened as Nora went on, and did not interrupt her. She complained about his moving her things, taking out the trash, making the bed and just about everything he had done. Maybe he did think she would be grateful, but he also understood. Someday, he thought, someday. The whole time she complained, she also ate. When she finished the last bite, she finished talking.

Nora sat back in her chair, staring at her empty plate. She took a breath and finally said, "Thank you."

It was a start, thought Phillip, and a chance he was not going to miss.

"I'm sorry for your loss, Nora. John, well, and everyone at the company, told me what a special man Sean was. I wish you never had to go through anything like that."

He saw her temples throb before she spoke. "I never loved anyone the way I loved him, Phillip. I don't know what I'm going to do without him," she said softly, still not looking at him.

Phillip moved, kneeling next to her chair, with his arm around the back of it. "Nora, everything is so raw right now. Give yourself some time. You're feeling a million different things right now and no one expects you not to be affected by this. What I do know about you is that you will get through this. Not today, and certainly not tomorrow, but you will come through this. I'm not going to let you go through this alone."

"Don't you see you can't help me? You don't know me anymore. You have no idea what it's like to lose someone like this. Damn it, Phillip, what the hell are you doing here? Do you think you can ride up on your white horse and make everything better?" Nora pulled away from the table and walked into the living room, standing in the middle with her arms out to either side. "This was our home, our life. You're not a part of it, and I resent you for thinking you can make everything better. Go away, Phillip. Go back to California and just leave me alone."

"Good, get pissed at me, yell at me Nora. At least it's better than sitting in a chair for days, staring out a window. I'm not going anywhere. I'm here to stay. John Anderson is retiring, and I've accepted his position. And I'm not leaving you until I'm sure you're going to function somewhat normally. You want to call 911 and report me for being a friend? Go right ahead lady, but if I leave I'm calling John and Peggy to come over here in my place. You're in rough shape right now and maybe you don't believe it, but you need help. Now if you want to calm down and talk to me like an adult, I'll listen, but if not, you'll at least listen to me and let me help you find the help you need." 

He was surprised when she sat down, looked at him, and waited. As traumatic as this was, as devastated as she felt, Phillip knew a part of her would still listen to logic. No, she wouldn't get over this for a long, long time, but part of her would see that she was going to need help dealing with everything that had happened. He spoke to her as the intelligent woman that she was. He didn't candy-coat things, he was honest, as he knew she would expect. Slowly, she would respond with one word answers.

He wasn't sure, but he suspected that she comprehended everything he said. He talked to her about her grief. No, he had no idea what she had gone through, and told her so, but he wanted her to understand that everything she felt was normal. Every way she reacted was normal. He also wanted her to understand that at some point she might need to talk to someone.

When he had finished, she leaned back against the chair, looking exhausted. "I'm not going to hurt myself, you know," she said, staring at nothing. "I'm not like that. But I also know that I feel empty inside, and I don't give a damn about anyone or anything, including myself. I'm just so tired. I just want to sleep forever."

"Nora," Phillip started.

"No Phillip, not like that. I've just never known tiredness like this. It's an effort to raise my head."

"You know, fresh air might help. Why don't I plan on ordering some food in tonight, and tomorrow, if you're up to it, we'll walk over to the market and get a few things. Sweetie, I had to throw out almost everything in your fridge. It'll do you good to smell the air, and feel the sun on your face. God, I think I sound like my mother."

Nora didn't answer, because she was once again asleep. He lifted her and carried her to the bed. He loosened her hair and it fanned out over the white pillowcase. He covered her with Sean's coat, and left her. He prayed she that each time she woke, she would be a little stronger. She would need all her strength for her journey to recovery.

Nora woke when she heard the buzzer announcing their meal delivery. She went to the bathroom to wash her face and was shocked at the woman looking back at her in the mirror. She was a ghost of her former self. I'm in trouble, she thought. I'm not so stupid as to not realize that. 

Phillip was placing bowls and plates on the table when she joined him. He had ordered chicken soup and sandwiches from the deli at the end of the street. He poured fresh coffee as she sat down. Their talk was minimal, speaking about John's retirement, and the weather. 

"Thank you for dinner, Phillip. I think I'm going to go back to bed, so you can leave. I'll be fine."

"Would you mind terribly if I slept here on the sofa tonight? I need to know for sure that you're okay. For my own peace of mind, please?" he asked, afraid of her answer.

"You know I'm too weary to fight you. Do as you wish, but I'm not looking for a roommate, just so you know."

"I promise you, if I feel good about tomorrow, I'll leave without argument. I'm not saying I won't be back every day, but I'll give you the space you need. Good night, Nora," Phillip said, as she left the room.




Nora Ch. 03



Nora had almost forgotten the events of the previous day, when she came out that morning and saw Phillip sitting with a cup of coffee. Part of her was angry to see him in the home that was hers and Sean's, but part of her was also grateful that there was someone else around. She was so lonely, so afraid, and if she were honest with herself, she wasn't sure where to turn.

Phillip had started a list of things he knew she needed, and asked Nora to add to it. He waited, pleased that she had agreed to go outside with him. Even without make-up and her hair done up, he thought she was beautiful when she came out wearing khaki's and a pale green sweater. There was still a chill in the air, as they hit the street. Phillip was thankful the guard was busy, so that Nora didn't have to deal with his condolences.

The market was a couple blocks away. Spring in New York was always beautiful, but Sundays, with the sound of church bells, made it special. The trees were covered with the fresh green of new leaves. There were spring flowers blooming in people's small courtyards, and they filled the air with a heavy fragrance. As they rounded the corner Phillip noticed that Nora seemed a little more alive. The color was returning to her face, and although she was quiet, she was attentive to her surroundings. 

He never could have predicted what would happen. A car rounded the corner a little too fast, and had to hit its brakes to avoid traffic that had come to a standstill. The screech of the brakes cut through the quiet morning.

Nora turned white and screamed. Phillip caught her in his arms as her knees began to buckle. She clawed at him to have him hold her closer, tears started to fall, and hysteria began to consume her.

"Oh God, oh God, oh God," she cried. Her body was trembling uncontrollably and she buried her face in his chest and screamed.

Phillip got her to the side of a building and sheltered her with his body. He let her cry and scream, ignoring curious onlookers. One look from him, told any well-meaning observer to stay away.

"He's gone, oh God he's gone. Seannnnnnn.... Oh God Sean, why did you have to die? Why did you have to leave me alone? I loved you, please come back."

Phillip's heart broke for her. If he could, he would have brought Sean back, but no one could. When her crying started to slow, he inched her towards her building. He had to get her inside, and see if they needed to call someone to help. 

By the time he got her back to her apartment, Nora's sobs had subsided, but she was still trembling at the memory of the terror of Sean's accident. Just that innocent city sound sent her into a tailspin, and Phillip wondered if she would ever recover.

He led her to the sofa to sit down, and then turned to get her a glass of water.

"Don't leave me, "she said sounding panicked. "Please don't leave me."

When Phillip sat down, she moved into his arms and began to cry. It wasn't the hysterical sobbing of the street scene, but more like weeping. He held her, running his hands over her back, trying to think of any way to comfort her, and wishing John and Peggy were here to help. They sat like that for a while, until Nora was all cried out. She didn't move away from him, and eventually slipped into a deep sleep. Phillip leaned back bringing her with him, and continued to hold her as they both lay on the sofa.

"Phillip?" her shaky voice woke him. "Phillip, I think I need help. I don't think I can do this by myself."

She stayed curled up in his arms while he talked to her about his conversation with Peggy. Nora didn't fight him this time. She had no fight left, and agreed to call Dr. Rosenberg in the morning. With that, she also asked to talk to Peggy. When he finally got Peggy on the phone, he let Nora go into the bedroom to speak to her in private. He told her he would run to the market and be right back.

The apartment was quiet when he returned, except for the sound of running water. He didn't know why, but that sound scared him. He rushed to the bathroom, and opened the door. He was greeted by a great cloud of steam and Nora yelling at him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Haven't you ever heard of knocking?"

Surrounded by bubbles, Nora sat in the tub while the water filled it. Her pale breasts bobbed on the surface. Phillip stammered, apologized, and beat a hasty retreat. When she emerged a while later, one look from her made him turn bright red.

"Enjoy the view?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking, but I was imagining the worst," Phillip apologized.

A brief smile crossed Nora's face as she looked at the embarrassed man. "It's okay, I understand," she said while she went into the kitchen. "I had a good talk with Peggy. She's going to come over here tomorrow and if I can get in to see Dr. Rosenberg, she'll take me. It was good for me to talk to her. It's been good for me having you around. You saved me, Phillip. From what, I'm not exactly sure, but if you hadn't come here....well...."

Phillip finally felt relief. She got it. She knew she needed help and was now turning to others to get her through. It was going to be a long, hard road, but she would be back. He got up and joined her in the kitchen, to start dinner.

The team of Anderson, Anderson, and Duncan took turns seeing that Nora's road to recovery was as smooth as possible. Peggy was a godsend, being able to devote daytime hours to Nora. The first meeting with Dr. Rosenberg went well, and Nora seemed to have an immediate like and respect for him. Peggy made sure that Nora got to her appointments, and then filled in that same day with something special. Sometimes it would just be lunch out, sometimes a pedicure, but always just a little something to keep Nora in touch with the real world. In the evening, if Phillip was tied up with meetings, John would make a point of stopping in on his way home, just to say hello

Phillip and Nora began a new phase in their relationship. When they first met, even though he was her boss, he was immediately attracted to her. Theirs was a very sexual relationship, the five years they were together. Now, there was no physicality, only true friendship. He had been in love with her, when he left for California, now he loved her as a person. They shared many meals, spent evenings walking through her neighborhood, and talking about work. 

Nora had started asking more and more about the office, and how her advertising department was doing, under the direction of Kevin Mack. One night as they were walking and talking, Phillip guided her into a lower west side cafe, for her favorite cappuccino with amaretto. Nora was startled when the owner, Tony, spoke to her.

"Hey, you haven't been in here for a long time. How's the mister doin'? I haven't seen him either. You wanna take some cantucci biscotti home for him?" Tony's big Italian voice boomed through the small room.

Nora's face took on an ashen color, and her eyes quickly filled with tears. Phillip stepped forward, but she held him back by taking his arm.

"Hi, Tony, you're right, it's been a long time. You don't know this, but my boyfriend was killed earlier this year," Nora said in a surprisingly steady voice. "He really liked you, you know, so yes, wrap up four biscotti and I'll take them home."

Tony was shocked and couldn't apologize enough, stumbling in the way he did. Nora assured him that what he said was perfectly normal, and accepted his apology and hug, with grace and dignity.

They settled in the corner table near the window. Phillip looked at Nora with such pride.

"You're really something, you know?" 

"What?" Nora asked.

"You've come a long way, lady. You're probably the strongest woman I know. When I first found you, I thought for sure you would never make it through. I should never have underestimated Nora Taylor. She's a tough cookie, and someone I'm proud to know."

"If that's true, then you'll do me a favor and be honest, okay? It's been nine weeks since Sean's death. Nine weeks since I've been to work. I'm not hurting, don't get me wrong. Sean left me enough where I could retire tomorrow, but I'm not ready. How is Kevin doing running the department, and do you have plans to place him permanently in my position?"

The question took Phillip by surprise. "Of course not, Nora. Why would you even think I would consider that?"

"I've been gone a long time. You'd be within your rights if you decided to give my job to someone who can actually do it."

Phillip leaned forward, took her hands in his, and looked into her beautiful blue sapphire eyes, where he could see just a touch of fear lurking. "Nora, I'm not letting you go. When you're ready, your job will be waiting. From the way you've been talking lately, I get the feeling you're thinking of coming back."

"Well, I've been talking this over with Dr. Rosenberg. He seems to think I could start back whenever I feel up to it. I was wondering if maybe I could come into the office to check on things; meet with Kevin and be brought up to speed. I'm not ready to come back full time, but I would like to test the water," Nora looked at Phillip, searching his eyes for an answer.

"That's great news! If you're ready, just say the word and I'll get things in motion. You have no idea how much everyone misses you. You do realize though, it won't be easy. There are a lot of people that will want to tell you how they feel about Sean's death. Are you going to be able to handle that?"

"Yeah, I think I can. And you know what? If I cry, I cry. It's okay, because tears are going to come and go for a long time," Nora told Phillip.

"Um, there are also some personal items from Sean's office. I have them in a couple of boxes. His assistant and Deb went through everything. You can collect them yourself, or I can bring them home."

It never occurred to Nora that she would have to go through Sean's office. "If you don't mind, I would like you to bring them to me. I'm not sure I can handle seeing those things, in front of everyone."

"I'll bring them home tomorrow, and then how about we set things up for Monday?"

Monday it was. Phillip swung by Nora's apartment that morning and picked her up. She looked striking with her auburn hair pulled back in her signature chignon, a lemon yellow suit, ocean blue blouse, and taupe stilettos. She walked with authority as she approached the cab. Phillip scrambled to get her door.

"Okay, half the battle was actually getting out the door. I'll be honest with you, I almost backed out. But I need to do this. I need to prove something to myself," she told him, in the back of the cab.

Phillip admired her determination and said, "You don't need to prove anything to anyone else. When you're ready, I'll make sure you get home. If at any time it turns out to be too much for you, just say the word."

"No, if I can get through last night, I can get through today."

Her statement confused him. "What do you mean? What happened?"

"I went through the boxes you brought me. Most of the stuff was just stuff, but I was going through his calendar. Phillip, he was planning a trip to Scotland for us. I called his travel agent, to make sure she knew why he had never gotten back to her. He....he was going to take me there on a honeymoon. I never knew, Phillip. I never knew he was going to ask me to marry him," her voice dropped to a whisper. "I loved him so much."

Phillip didn't know what to say, so he simply covered her hands and held them. They rode in silence to the office. As they exited the taxi, Nora threw back her shoulders and raised her chin. It was show time for her.

The day couldn't have been better, and most of the credit went to Kevin Mack. He found out just how difficult Nora's job was and was relieved that she was planning to come back. Together they decided on a transition schedule. Nora would start working from home, with trips to the office every few days. Her plan was to be back at work, full time, by mid July.

The Independence Day holiday made for a three-day weekend. Phillip convinced Nora to take a drive upstate, to escape the madness of the city. One of the other executives had a cottage in the Adirondacks but his wife decided she wanted to visit relatives out on Long Island. Phillip jumped at the chance to use the modest, two-bedroom house on a small lake.

The two friends left the city late Thursday afternoon, getting a jump on the weekend traffic. It was dark when they finally reached the lake, but true to his word, Ed made sure lights were on to greet them. Nora unpacked sandwiches for dinner and put the few groceries away. Phillip called to her from the deck that overlooked the lake.

"Listen," he whispered.

Off in the distance, you could hear the call of the loons. Some moving lights caught their eyes, and they realized they were seeing fireflies. And the smell, Phillip thought. He wanted to bottle it and make candles to burn. There seemed to be a million stars in the sky. They didn't get to see a show like this at home, because of the city lights. They stayed outside until it felt like the mosquitoes were going to eat them alive.

Phillip woke up to the smell of bacon and coffee. He pulled on some gym shorts and stumbled out into the main room of the cottage.

"Owww," Nora yelled, quickly stepping back away from the stove and rubbing her bare belly.

"Who in their right mind fries bacon in shorts and a bikini top?" Phillip asked, admiring Nora's flat abs and full breasts. Even at fifty-one, she had the body that inspired wet dreams in men of any age.

"Bite my ass, ingrate. Here I am, slaving over a hot stove, and that's the best you can do? Start making toast, big boy."

The morning was already warm and breezy. They took their breakfast out on the deck and looked out over the mirrored-surface of the lake. They could hear the motor of a boat, off in the distance. With the turquoise sky spotted with fluffy white clouds, it was the perfect summer morning.

"How do you feel about fishing?" Phillip asked. "There are some poles on the wall near the back door. What do you say about spending some time down on the dock? If you don't want to fish, you can just work on your tan."

"God, I haven't been fishing since I was a kid," Nora said with a far-off look in her eyes.

Phillip let out a laugh, "You fished? Did you have your hair up and wear your stilettos?"

"You can be a real jack-ass sometimes," Nora teased, tossing her napkin at him. "Want to make a wager? The person who catches the most fish wins. The loser cleans and cooks the fish for the winner."

"You're on," said Phillip and they stood to shake hands.

Nora surprised him, gracefully casting her line into the lake. They were quiet on the dock, concentrating on reeling in and casting out again. Nora deftly placed her lure near a fallen tree that jutted out from the shore. It was just moments before her line screamed and her pole bent. Phillip watched as she reeled in the first catch of the day, a nice sized large-mouth bass. 

"Ha," she said as she removed the hook and dropped her catch in the bucket of lake water they placed between them. "Number one."

And so the contest began. It wasn't really much of a contest, though. It seemed that every few times Nora threw out her line another fish was waiting to jump on her hook. When she saw Phillip starting to pout, she even suggested they switch sides on the dock, but it didn't do any good. After a couple of hours, they bucket was filled, and the count was Nora – 7, Phillip – 2.

Phillip put down his pole and pretended to stomp is feet in a tantrum. "It's not fair! You never told me you could really fish!"

He wasn't paying attention and one step too far he realized that there wasn't dock under his foot. His arms spun around like a windmill, trying to balance himself and get his body back over the dock. All you could hear was him yelling "Oh, oh, oh...." 

Nora grabbed for his hand to pull him back to safety, but it was too late. He held her hand tightly, as his body gave in and headed towards the water. The two of them hit the cool water of the lake and resurfaced, sputtering, shocked at what had transpired in a matter of seconds.

When Nora saw Phillip with seaweed in his hair she started to laugh. Not a polite giggle, but a good old-fashioned belly-laugh, as she pulled the weed from his hair and waved it in his face. He reached for her and dunked her under the water, and still she was laughing when she came up for air. They swam and then waded ashore, and Nora continued to laugh. She plopped down on the grass and lay back in the sun, holding her stomach as she tried to calm down.

"Shit, Phillip, I almost wet myself with that one. If you could have seen yourself with the weeds in your hair, looking like some kind of sea monster."

Phillip lay on his side, next to her, propped up on one arm. "It's good to hear your laugh, Nora."

She rolled onto her side and looked back at him. "You know, that's the first time I've really laughed since Sean died," she said smiling at him. "And it's because of you. You're a great friend, and I love you for it."

They each rolled on their backs and studied the clouds in the sky. pointing out what they looked like. The two chatted mindlessly about nothing in particular, until Nora reminded Phillip of their bet.

"Tell you what, you get the fish cleaned, I'll get some lunch and I'll even cook tonight."

"If you think I'm going to fight you on that you're nuts. Get to the kitchen, woman, and find me sustenance." 

They spent the rest of the day exploring woodland paths, swimming, talking, teasing, and even taking a nap in a double hammock they found in the storage shed.

Phillip had a blazing fire going in the pit when Nora joined him after dark. The temperatures had dropped sufficiently to warrant jeans and long sleeves, which also helped to ward off mosquitoes. Nora brought out a bottle of wine and handed it and the opener to Phillip. They sat, just listening to the crack of the fire.

Joining the spray of sparks in the sky was the first set of fireworks launched over the water, from the other side of the lake. Nora startled at the site of the colored rockets.

"Hey, relax – it's the Fourth of July. Remember why we're here?" 

Nora looked at Phillip with sadness in her eyes. "Fireworks – the first time Sean told me he loved me was during fireworks."

"Oh sweetie," Phillip said as he pulled her in for a hug. "Do you want to go inside?"

Nora relaxed against his strong chest. "No, I'm fine. They just brought back such a beautiful memory."

They just sat there, holding each other, one friend offering support to another.

"You know, I never could have come through this without you, don't you?" Nora asked, looking up into his face. "You turned out to be my lifesaver."

"Aw shucks, ma'am, weren't nothin'," Phillip grinned and then kissed the top of her head. "You're my girl. Of course I'd take care of you. I've got your back and you've got mine. We've always been a great team."

During the ride home the next day, the two chatted about their wonderfully relaxing weekend. Phillip helped Nora up to her apartment with her bags and turned to leave. Nora stopped him, threw her arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you my friend. I love you for taking me away this weekend. I owe you, big time."

"Yeah," Phillip said, giving her a quick kiss on the lips, "just wait till I collect." 

A flash of his sexy smile, and he was gone.

Nora's transition back to Martin & Dean was seamless. Kevin Mack worked hard to make that happen. 

"You kept my ship from sinking, Kevin. You've been loyal and diligent, and I need you to know how much I appreciate everything you've done." Nora handed Kevin an envelope. "And official recommendation for promotion has been submitted to the powers that be. This is not from Martin & Dean, this is from me."