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A Miracle at the Cabin Ch. 01

By: memorable_event



This story is an original work of fiction. The author reserves all rights. All characters are over the age of 18. Any resemblance these characters have to actual persons is unintentional. 

Although this story is erotic fiction, it touches on religious beliefs, angels and dreams and how those possibly affect us and the people we love. If you prefer not to think about these subjects, please do not read this story. This is fiction intended to entertain the reader, not as any sort of religious doctrine that you should believe.

There are thirteen chapters in this story. The first two chapters contain little erotic content. The following chapters will have erotic scenes between two people as they discover their love for each other and recall their encounters with prior lovers. 

No editors were involved and I take all responsibility for any errors you may find. Comments are always appreciated. 

I hope you enjoy this story. 

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I glanced at the car clock and it was almost 1:00am. It'd taken much too long to get here. Atlanta rush hour was horrendous and I had to stop for groceries and gas. However, I finally arrived and drove up the gravel lane to my cabin overlooking the lake.  

After pulling into the guest parking spot near the front door, I turned the engine off, took a deep breath and yawned. I was very tired and ready for bed but still had work to do. It was a dark moonless night. I used my flashlight app to illuminate the front door lock, opened the door and turned on the interior and porch lights. 

When entering the cabin, I was surprised to see two beer cans sitting on the kitchen counter. The kitchen was spotless when I'd left two months earlier. The room was also warmer than I expected and I noticed several other things out of place. The sofa cushions were piled up, not in their normal position; someone had moved an armchair to the family room. It should be in my bedroom. 

I walked to the fireplace; there'd been a fire just in the last few hours. The coals were still hot and the light scent of hickory smoke was in the room. Somebody was here and I was scared. 

I picked up the poker from the fireplace, the only weapon I could think of, and walked softly toward the guest bedroom. I slowly opened the door and turned on the light. All was in order. 

When I opened the master bedroom door and switched on the light, someone started screaming and screaming. It was obviously a woman and she could really scream. My god, she could scream. She pulled the covers up around her and just peeked out as she screamed. The whole bed was shaking as she tried to protect herself with the bedding. 

I held up my hands and yelled, "PLEASE, lady, please stop screaming. I'm not going to hurt you. Please calm down." 

"GET OUT OF HERE!" she yelled as loud as any human voice I'd heard. 

"OK, OK, but please just calm down. I'm not going to touch you. I'm very sorry I scared you." 

She finally calmed a bit, peeked out and yelled, "WELL YOU SHOULD BE! What are you doing here?" 

"I own this cabin." She studied my face for a moment. I suppose she concluded I was telling the truth. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. If you'll leave me alone for a few minutes, I'll gather my stuff and get out." 

I shook my head, "It's much too late at night for you to leave; just stay where you are. Why are you here?" 

"That's none of your business." 

"OK, maybe we can sort everything out in the morning. I have some groceries and supplies to bring in. You just stay where you are and try to get back to sleep. You're welcome to stay here for now." She just stared at me over the top of her bedcovers. At least she was quiet. I turned the light off and closed the door. 

As I walked toward the kitchen, I heard her footsteps running to the bedroom door. She locked it and I could hear the unmistakable sound of a chair being dragged across the floor and wedged against the door. 

After storing the food and other supplies, I went to the guest bedroom. At least it had a full bath so I could shower. 

Damn, there was no hot water! I guessed the pilot light had gone out again. Was she taking cold showers? 

I lay awake in bed for a long time, unable to get her presence out of my mind. What was she doing here and how did she get in? I guess I finally fell asleep sometime in the middle of the night. And wouldn't you know it, I even dreamed about her. For some reason, the name "Pam" kept coming to me in my dream. I didn't know anyone named Pam, but the dream was very vivid and, unlike most dreams, I remembered it when I woke.

The sun was just coming up and I wanted to get a fire burning. The house was cold; I quickly put on trousers, a t-shirt and a robe. But as I went through the motions of laying the fire and making the coffee, she was all I could think about. I didn't even get a good look at her, except the top of her head and her eyes. Where did she come from? 

Shortly after the coffee was ready, I heard her bedroom door open. She slowly came out carrying a suitcase and wearing a winter coat. 

"Would you like some coffee? I just made it." 

She stopped, but didn't look at me. She appeared to be uncertain of what to do. "No, I'd better just go." 

"I'd really like you to stay and have breakfast. Can you at least do that? I promise not to touch you. Please stay." 

Her resolve to leave seemed to be slowly easing. Finally, she agreed. "OK, maybe for just a little while." 

I poured a cup of coffee and put it on the counter. "Do you take cream and sugar?" 

"No, just black please." She walked to the counter, picked up the cup and stepped back. She was obviously afraid of me. 

She was a beautiful young woman, obviously in very good shape, with long wavy blonde hair that fell well below her shoulders. As she removed her heavy coat, I could see the outline of a very nice full bosom and a narrow waist that flared into a firm and pert bottom restrained by her tight jeans. Her sultry eyes were an amazing blue color that gave a sparkle to her facial features. 

I said, "We didn't get off to a good start last night and I'm sorry for that. My name is Tom. Can you at least tell me your name?" 

"I'm Pam." My heart almost stopped. This revelation really scared me and a sudden rush of tingling chills raced through my body. I felt very dizzy. She added, "You don't look so good. Are you about to faint?" 

I held onto the counter and slowly regained control. 

"I'm OK. Just hungry and tired, I suppose. I didn't get much sleep last night."

"I didn't either, after you opened the door." 

"Believe it or not, I am glad to meet you Pam."

"Why?" 

"Because you seem like a nice young lady that maybe needs a little help." 

"I don't need anybody's help." 

I smiled and asked, "What can I fix you for breakfast? I have bacon, ham, smoked sausage and eggs. I can do pancakes or waffles or oatmeal." 

"You're a virtual IHOP." She finally grinned, but just barely, and then looked away. 

"Well, I wouldn't say that but I do think my pancakes are better than theirs. You want to try 'em?" 

"Sure." 

"And what about a couple of bacon strips?" 

"That'd be good."

"Why don't you have a seat at the table and I'll get going."

"I think I'll go over next to the fire." 

"Good, can you put another stick of wood on?" 

"Sure." 

I worked in silence to mix the batter and heat the griddle while the bacon sizzled in a skillet. She stood with her back to the fire and watched, never seeming to take her eyes off me. I glanced at her a couple of times and smiled. She never returned my smile. 

In about six or seven minutes, the first batch of pancakes was ready and the bacon was crisp. I heated maple syrup in the microwave using a cream pitcher my wife always used. 

"I think we're about ready. Come on over." 

She walked over but kept the island counter between us. I respected that and put the platter with the food on the counter, along with her plate and utensils. I busied myself with the next batch while she filled her plate and sat at the table. At least she had a good appetite. 

After a couple of minutes, she said, "These are very good. What do you do to make them taste so different?" 

"I add some cornmeal to the batter mix. That gives it a bit of texture and adds a flavor that's really good with the syrup." 

"I'm going to remember that." 

"Can I ask you a question?" 

Her guard quickly went up but she finally said, "OK." 

"How did you get in the cabin? I didn't see anything to indicate a break-in." 

"I looked under the doormat and the flower pots on the front porch and found a key." 

Then I remembered about a year ago when I'd let a friend use the cabin. I'd left a key under a flowerpot for him. I'd just forgotten to retrieve it. 

She then asked, "Why did you come so late last night?"

"I had to drive from Chattanooga and I hit rush hour traffic around Atlanta. Then I stopped for groceries and again for gas. How long have you been here?" 

I glanced at her but she looked down. "About a week." 

I replied, "My goodness, what have you been eating?" 

"I found some canned vegetables and you had some frozen meat that I cooked. I was glad to find a six-pack in the fridge. I'll pay you back." 

"Don't worry about it. All that needed to be eaten soon anyway. Was the beer still OK?"

"Yes, but why are you being so nice to me?" 

"Why shouldn't I be?" 

"Well, for starters, I entered your house without permission. I slept in your bed, burned your firewood, ate your food and used up a lot of electricity." 

I replied, "This is starting to sound like Goldilocks and the Three Bears." She finally smiled. "You did all of that because you needed to. You did no damage at all. You were very neat. I don't think I'd have known you were ever here had you departed before I arrived. Sure, I might have missed the beer but probably wouldn't have remembered it anyway."

"I'm sorry I did it, but you're right. I really needed a place to stay." She stood and walked to the counter. "Can we start over? I haven't been very nice to you and you didn't do anything wrong."

"I'd like that. Can we go over and enjoy the fire?" 

She sat at the far end of the sofa and I sat in the armchair. We both sipped from our coffee cups and studied the crackling fire in silence for a moment. 

I broke the silence, " So, you've been here about a week. Why did you come to this cabin?" 

"It was actually the fourth one I tried. The others were locked and I couldn't find a key hidden anywhere. I didn't want to just break in." 

"Do you have a car?" 

"I guess you could call that bucket of rust a car. It's in the garage around back. Since it's November, I was hoping that no one would be around. Most of the houses around the lake appear to be closed up for the winter. Why did you come?"

"I always come for a week in November to just relax, read and enjoy the quietness of the lake."

"Why November? It's cold here." 

"Yes, but the fireplace makes it cozy and I enjoy the crisp air and solitude."

"I guess all my screaming wasn't the solitude you were expecting." 

I smiled and responded, "You sure have a powerful set of lungs." 

"Well, I need to be going." 

"Where are you going?" 

"I'll find someplace." 

"Pam, I'd really like you to stay. I promise I won't try anything. I can sense that something very bad is troubling you. Maybe I can help." 

She sat and watched the fire in silence but was obviously debating with herself. After maybe a half-minute or so, she replied, "OK, but only for a day or two. I have some school friends in Atlanta so maybe I could contact them and see if they could put me up after that." 

"Good. How about some more coffee?" 

"Sure, I'll get it." She walked to the kitchen, brought back the pot and poured us fresh cups. I noticed how graceful she moved and how perfect her body appeared to be. She was taller than most women at around 5'6" give or take, and had long legs like a professional dancer. Her tanned facial features were just breathtaking, like you see in men's magazines or in the movies. Those eyes were to die for. 

"Pam, can we at least share a little information about ourselves?" She nodded. "I'm Tom Sumter and I live near Chattanooga. Have you ever been there?"

"Just driving through. I remember going by the river and seeing part of the city skyline. I was headed to Nashville with a friend." 

"That's the Tennessee River and it makes a big turn and heads north right where the Interstate passes. That's called Moccasin Bend or River Bend." 

"Why would they name it after a shoe?" 

"It's actually named after the water moccasin snake. If you look at the river from the top of Lookout Mountain, it twists and turns like a snake as it makes its way around Chattanooga. I live on another ridge top called Signal Mountain. It's to the north of Lookout and it also has a nice view of the valley." 

"Why's it called Signal Mountain?" 

"Tradition says that early Native Americans used the cliff point there to send smoke signals that could be seen across the valley. During the Civil War, the Federal troops used it to send signals-I suppose using mirrors. Those could have been seen for miles from that point.

"So what's you family name and where are you from?" 

"It's Davis and I'm from a little village just outside of Greenville, South Carolina, toward the mountains."

"That's a beautiful area. I think Furman University is there." 

"It is. I went there for two years." 

"Has your family lived in that area for a long time?"

"For generations. We were kind of an old-fashioned, traditional family. We had a farm and it was just expected that we'd learn all the basics such as cooking, taking care of the livestock, repairing fences and so on. I have a older sister and we always tried to figure out how to avoid as much work as possible." She laughed. "Those were good times." 

"Why did you leave Furman after just two years?"

"I thought I knew more than anyone else and I didn't need to go to college. That was a stupid mistake." 

I was surprised at her honesty. "So what happened after you left college?" 

"I left home. I was almost 20 and tired of the farm life. I wanted some excitement. While my parents and sister were away, I just packed and left. My dad and mom had been strict and we were not allowed to do things all our friends were allowed to do. I rebelled and, like a lot of dumb teenagers, thought I knew better." 

"Where did you go?" 

"A friend from school drove me to the bus station and I bought a ticket to Charlotte." 

"Why Charlotte?" 

"A boyfriend that my parents didn't know about lived there. We had met at Furman and I thought I was in love with him. He had already graduated and was working in that area." 

She looked over toward the fireplace. "Oh, I need to put wood on. Excuse me." 

Pam walked to the back porch and came in with several pieces. She placed them gently on top of the glowing embers; they began to crack and pop and sparks flew into the fire screen. She sat on the sofa again but not so far away this time. 

"What do you do in Chattanooga?" 

"I own a few restaurants and a kitchen supply company." 

"Wow. So how can you manage to get away for a week?"

"I've very good managers. They'd like for me to get away more often, I think." We both chuckled. 

Pam asked, "Are you married?" 

"I was. She died two years ago."

"Oh no. Was it an accident?"

"Breast cancer." 

"That's a bummer. How old was she?" 

"She was 29. We were born within a few days of each other and always celebrated our birthdays by coming here."

"When's your birthday." 

"Tomorrow." 

"Oh! That explains why you came. I'm so sorry I messed it up for you." 

"Well, you didn't know and you certainly aren't messing it up." We sat in silence for a while and watched the fire. 

Pam then asked, "Do you have children?" 

"No. We were just starting to try when we found out she had cancer. She had already stopped taking the pill." 

"How did she find out?" 

"We were making love one morning and I was massaging her breasts. I felt a lump I'd not noticed before. Of course that scared us. She went to the doctor the next day; the x-rays showed a possibility of cancer. She had a biopsy and an operation a month later. They removed what they could but it'd spread and was in her lymph system." I could feel a tear running down my face. 

"That's really tragic. I don't think I've heard of anyone that young getting breast cancer." 

"We were obviously shocked. It was the last thing on our minds, in fact. But life is strange sometimes. We never know what'll happen. Just when you think everything is going great, it can suddenly change." 

After a few moments, I asked, "So what happened in Charlotte?"

"Well, he was glad I came and there was an extra bedroom in his townhouse so I moved in. Of course, it wasn't long before we were sleeping together. I found a job in a restaurant as a cook. But I really wanted to be a server so I could get tips. When an opening came, I jumped on it. The money was good but the hours were terrible. He worked days and I often worked nights." 

I commented, "That's always tough on any relationship." 

"We slowly drifted apart and I knew our relationship just wasn't to be. He let me stay there until I found another place. 

"A very handsome police officer would often come to the restaurant and he always asked to be seated in my section. We hit it off. He was really nice and we started dating. Nothing serious at first. But he eventually asked me to move in with him and I did." She suddenly paused and shook her head. 

"Why am I telling you this? We just met. Not even my closest friends know this."

"Sometimes, it easier to talk to strangers than to your loved ones." 

She continued to stare at the fire and we sat in silence for a while. Finally she continued.

"That was another big mistake. He was always so nice at the restaurant and on dates but he wasn't as nice at home. Our sex was always rough. He left me bruised many times and I dreaded making love to him.

"One morning, after he left for work, I was putting clothes away but had trouble pulling out one of the drawers. It appeared to be stuck so I pulled really hard. Suddenly, it broke free and I found that a book had been wedged in the drawer. I guess it was turned up and caught on something. The book was partially torn from my jerking on it. I tried to straighten it out but it was damaged too badly. 

"I looked through it to see if I could figure out what it was so I could buy him another one. It was just a notebook with lots of names, phone numbers and symbols. I didn't know what all that was so I put it back where I found it. Late that night, he must have seen it. He screamed something about me looking through his stuff and hit me so hard that I thought he'd broken my jaw. I was both hurt and scared and I ran into the kitchen just to get away. He ran after me and threw me on the floor. He said that if he ever caught me going through his stuff again, he'd kill me. I believed him. I've never seen a person so angry." 

"I thought I saw the remains of a bruise on your jaw. Did you call the police?" 

"He was the police." 

"So what did you do?" 

"I ran. The next day, I quite my job, packed the car and started driving." 

"Why did you end up here, so far away from anywhere?" 

"About five years ago, I came here with my uncle and aunt. My uncle is a keen fisherman and he loved coming to this lake. They asked me to tag along. I was just learning to drive and I studied the maps as he drove. 

"As I was coming down I-85 a week ago, I suddenly remembered all the nice houses here. I looked it up on Google Maps and found my way."

"Well, I'm glad you found your way here." 

"You are?" 


A Miracle at the Cabin Ch. 01



"Yes, you're safe here and I got to at least meet you." 

She glanced at me but then quickly away as our eyes touched. We sat in silence and watched the fire as it popped and cracked. 

After several moments, she then asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"Just all the things that have happened here. My wife's name was Lydia and she loved coming here. In the summer we would swim and take the boat out about every day. She loved to cook so it was always fun to see her cook in the kitchen and try her new recipes. Every November, we sat in front of the fire and talked like you and I are doing. I really miss her." 

"How long were you married?" 

I glanced over at Pam. "About seven years. We were married pretty young. She had just graduated from UT Chattanooga before our wedding. We had dated for three years." I paused. "The ten years I knew her just weren't enough." 

"I'm sure she loved you very much." 

I glanced at her and smiled. 

After a minute or so I asked, "When I tried to take a shower last night, we didn't have hot water. Is it turned off?"

"I couldn't figure out how to turn it on. Nothing I tried worked."

"Have you been taking cold showers all week?"

"I heated water on the range in a big pot I found. That helped some." 

"The pilot light must have gone out. Let's go check it." 

We walked together, actually with her several feet behind me, to the utility room. I sat on the floor in front of the water heater controls and looked inside to where the pilot light should be burning. 

"The pilot is out and it's tricky to re-light. I have to pull out the owner's manual every time just to remind myself how to do it. Can you look on that shelf and find the manual?" She found it and handed it to me.

I read the instructions carefully and followed the steps in the prescribed order. Finally, I pushed the start button and the pilot kicked on and the burner ignited. 

Pam was elated. "I can't wait for a hot shower."

"Me too. I'll need to change the pilot light nozzle this week. 

"While we're near the porch," I said, "let's carry more wood in. Can you help me?"

"Of course." 

I opened the door and walked onto the cold screened-in back porch. There was more than a full cord of wood stacked here when I left two months ago. It appeared that about a third of it was gone. "Wow, you did burn a lot of wood. Has the heat pump not been working?" 

"That was another thing I couldn't figure out for several days but I finally got it on."

She held her arms out and I stacked five pieces across them. I then tucked another five pieces under my arm and we walked back into the warm house and carried it to the fireplace. I put one piece on the fire and stacked the rest in the rack. This fireplace generated a lot of heat but it did consume wood quickly. 

We resumed our places and I asked, "How did you figure out the heat pump?" 

She said, "You're going to think I'm crazy but it came to me in my sleep."

Now she had my full attention. "What do you mean?" 

"I'd tried everything I could think of. The thermostat indicated it was on. I checked the breaker box and the switches were all on. I turned them off and back on just to see if that worked, but nothing happened.

"I was asleep one night and I had a dream. It was a very vivid one and, unlike most dreams, I remembered it the next morning. In my dream, I could see a switch outside on the house near the compressor unit. Now I had no idea that there was an outside switch. Anyway, I put on my coat and walked out there the next morning. Sure enough, it was there. When I pushed the switch lever up, the heat pump came on immediately. I can't explain how my brain knew about that switch." 

"Pam, similar things have happened to me and I can't explain them either. I remember when Lydia and I were dating. A buddy asked me and another friend to go down to Myrtle Beach and play golf one weekend. He was planning to drive and I was all for it. 

"Three nights before we were to leave, I had a dream that badly scared me. I saw his car in a terrible accident with the police and emergency vehicles surrounding it. That worried me so much that I cancelled. I really felt I was being silly and stupid about it so I never said anything to him, other than to be careful. 

"The sad thing is that he did have a terrible accident and both he and his buddy were severely injured. I was shocked. How and why did I have this premonition? I have no idea. It really makes me wonder." 

Pam added, "I'll share one other dream with you. Now this was scary.

"The first night I was here, I wasn't able to sleep much. I guess the knowledge that I shouldn't be here was weighing on me and I was really restless. But I finally went to sleep and in a dream, I saw a man coming into my room. It scared me so much that I woke up screaming. Of course, there was nobody there; it was just a dream. But only six nights later, that exact thing happened when you came in. Now, how can I explain that? I'm not a psychic. Why did my brain give me a preview of what was to happen?" 

I decided it was best for me to keep my dream of the name "Pam" to myself for now. That really would have scared her. 

I replied, "I suppose there are mysteries in life that we'll never understand or explain." We gazed at the fire again. 

"Are you and your parents on good terms now?"

"No. My dad died early last year. He had a heart attack. My sister said he was heartbroken when I left. I assume he never really recovered from that. Mom and I occasionally talk but it's not like we once did. My sister is married and lives in Texas. We also talk two or three times a year but its almost like we were strangers. Mom is alone but has some help on the farm. She's talking about selling it and moving to Texas to be closer to my sister." 

"Is that why you didn't stop there rather than come here?" 

"Yeah, I didn't think I'd be too welcome and I didn't want her to know I was running away again. I've really screwed up several times now and I'm ashamed of that." 

"We all screw up in life. Some more than others, I suppose. I'm certainly not proud of everything I've done. My wife was about the most perfect person I've known but she messed up every now and then. It's just part of our human experience. What matters is whether or not we learn from it and become a better person going forward." 

We sat in silence again and watched the fire. 

Pam then asked, "Are you seeing anyone now?" 

"No, I've dated a few times and had a couple of short relationships but nothing serious."

"You're a very handsome and successful man. I would think lots of women would be after you." 

"I suppose the right lady has not come along just yet. After losing Lydia, my heart and spirit have just not been focused on finding a new wife." 

"I understand. It's got to be devastating to lose the love of your life." 

After a couple of minutes, I asked, "Is it OK if I take your suitcase back to your bedroom?" She thought for a few seconds. 

"OK, if you're sure you don't mind me staying another day or so." 

"It's a privilege to have you stay. You're a very interesting young lady and I'm enjoying talking to you. Plus, tomorrow is my birthday, you can't leave me alone for that!" 

She finally smiled a full smile and said, "Maybe I can bake a cake for you." 

"We'll see, maybe a cupcake would be easier." 

I carried her suitcase back to the master bedroom and noticed how nicely she had made up the bed and straightened up after herself. 

She yelled from the kitchen, "Is it OK if I make us some ham sandwiches for lunch? This ham you brought looks really good." 

"That'd be good. I also brought potato salad and pickles." 

I stood with my back to the fire and watched her work. Her skills as a restaurant cook really showed. There were no wasted motions and she seemed to almost glide around the kitchen. Lydia had been the same way. 

"I think we're ready. Come on and get whatever you want to drink." 

I decided to just drink water and she had a Diet Coke. We sat at the kitchen table adjacent to each other. Obviously, she was getting more comfortable around me. 

"After lunch, maybe we can go to the store and pick up a six-pack or two." I suggested. 

"Also, I need a few things." 

We continued to talk about small things over lunch, mostly food likes and dislikes. I learned she loved seafood but not escargot or frog legs, both of which I really like. We both liked steak, turkey and chicken but she really loved ham and bacon. Turns out they raised a few pigs on her farm and her dad smoked the hams and shoulders and cured the bacon just like it was done for the last few hundred years. I was impressed by her knowledge of food and cooking. 

After lunch, she asked. "Can I take a long, hot shower before we go out?" 

"Absolutely. I need one too. You go first. Our water pressure is not so good here." 

I watched her walk toward the bedroom before I put away the food and cleaned the table and dishes. As the water ran in her shower, I sat and watched the fire as it burned down to just a few small flames. That brought back memories of Lydia and me waiting for her to shower and dress before we went out. There were just so many wonderful memories of her at this cabin and Pam brought several of them to mind. The way she seemed so comfortable in the kitchen and enjoyed just gazing at the burning fire was the same as Lydia. Also, like Lydia, Pam was a great listener. 

After my shower and shave, I dressed in warmer clothes. We then walked to the car and I opened the door for her. She was surprised. "I'm not used to a man opening the door for me. Thank you." She smiled. 

As we drove to the supermarket about six miles away, we talked about the lake and how pretty this area is, no matter what time of the year. 

"When I came with my uncle and aunt, we stayed in the small motel we just passed. I remember how clean it was. He took me out with him one day while my aunt went shopping. We had a great time. He let me reel in a small bass he hooked and that was so much fun. The first fish I ever caught. Do you fish?" 

"Yes, but probably not as much as your uncle. Lydia and I would go out once or twice every time we were here; we usually didn't catch anything. I remember one time, she hooked one and it seemed to fight really hard, much more than normal. I was expecting it to be huge but it wasn't-only about a couple of pounds. Turns out she hooked it in the side, not the mouth. Evidently, that gave the fish more leverage as it fought. She was so excited, and I was too. Then we saw it and felt sorry we'd injured it so badly. By the time I got the hook out, there was a nasty cut on its side. We normally released everything we caught but decided we better keep this one. It would probably die a slow painful death and we didn't want that." 

"Did you eat it?" 

"Yes. Lydia looked up recipes for bass and found one she thought sounded good. It was-no fishy taste at all."

"My uncle always released the ones he caught. But he carried a small digital camera with him to take shots of anything he wanted to brag about later. He was so funny. He couldn't wait to get back to the motel every evening and show us his trophy pictures." She chuckled. 

"Did he often catch big ones?" 

"Well, I couldn't tell. There were no reference points in the pictures to go by. I couldn't tell if they were a foot long or two feet long. But my aunt and I pretended to be impressed and happy for him. That's all he really wanted."

I added, "And I'm sure they continued to grow bigger over the years."

"Exactly, even before we got home, they had grown." We both laughed. 

She asked, "You ever go fishing for mountain trout? I think I'd like to do that sometime." 

"I love to fish in the streams. When I was a boy, my dad used to take me into the Tennessee mountains and fish. We usually caught at least one but sometimes we caught our limit. The Fish and Game Commission stocked most of the rainbow trout so they were pretty dumb. Hatchery trout will eat anything and completely ignore the fact that some guy was standing next to them in the water. A wild trout would've been long gone. Maybe I can take you sometime."

Pam looked at me and responded, "I'd really like that." 

We arrived at the Publix grocery and there was a CVS pharmacy next door. Pam decided to head there while I did the grocery shopping. I'd prepared for only my meals this week so I needed more coffee, bread and meat for her. I also bought a case of Stella, a beer she seemed to enjoy. I was now planning for her to stay all week, although she hadn't committed yet. 

As I was checking out, Pam walked in and saw me at the register. She smiled and waved to get my attention. As we walked to the car, she carried a CVS bag but didn't indicate what she'd bought. 

I asked, "Is there any place else we need to go while we're out?" 

"Is there a bookstore anywhere around here? I'd like to look for something." 

"I know just the place. There's a large Borders store about five miles away. I'd also like to look for some new books. I think I've read everything in the cabin. I was hurrying so much to hit the road last night, I just forgot to grab anything to read." 

As I drove, Pam said, "I want to look for a book about dreams and what they mean."

That surprised me. "Do you really think we can figure them out?"

"I don't know, but I'm intrigued by my dreams this week. Why were they so accurate and so vivid that I remembered them when I woke?" 

"Pam, I'm probably going to scare you to death with what I'm about to say." I glanced at her and she just stared at me. "Last night, when I finally got to sleep, I dreamed of you and the name 'Pam' kept coming to me over and over."

"YOU'RE SHITTING ME!" she screamed. She sat with her mouth open and her hand over it just staring at me. Pam's eyes showed extreme fear. 

"No, that's why I almost fainted this morning when you told me your name." 

"Holy crap! What's going on, Tom? This is scaring me!" She looked straight ahead with her hand over her mouth. I could see her body shaking. 

"Pam, there's something going on bigger than we understand. Maybe we can get some books that'd help. There was one written a number of years ago by Billy Graham on angels. I'll see if Borders has it."

"Do you think an angel was involved?" 

"I've no idea. But something is communicating with us. The Bible talks about angels but I know little about them." 

We rode in contemplative silence the rest of the way to Borders. As we arrived, I glanced at her again and saw a few tears rolling down her cheeks. I reached over and took her hand and she squeezed mine. "Pam, we'll figure this out." I handed her my handkerchief and she dabbed at her eyes. 

In the store, we split up. She went for the dreams and I went for the angels. About 30 minutes later, we left with four books, including Dr. Graham's. As soon as I drove out of the parking lot, she was reading one of the books. 

"Tom, it says here that our dreams are likely to be about situations or events that we'd like to have happen. But I sure never wanted a strange man to come into my room in the middle of the night." 

"And it doesn't explain how I knew your name. You know, there must be a million names but my brain came up with 'Pam'. You're the first 'Pam' I've ever known. How in the world did that happen?" 

She kept reading all the way home. I just drove, trying to control my wild rambling thoughts. 

End of Chapter 1-- Stay tuned. Chapter 2 will come very soon. 



A Miracle at the Cabin Ch. 02



Please read Chapter 1 prior to this one. Otherwise, this chapter will not make sense to you. 

Again, there is no erotic content in this chapter. Wait until Chapter 3 for that to begin. Remember, this is fiction. 

Enjoy! 

We arrived at the cabin and I again parked in the visitor space near the front door. Pam was absorbed in one of the books and just looked up as we parked. 

I walked around the car and opened her door. She smiled, marked her spot in the book and gathered the others. We unloaded all the groceries and her CVS bag and entered the cabin. 

Pam put her purchases in the bedroom as I put away the food and loaded the beer in the fridge. I brought in more kindling and used old newspapers to get a new fire going. She walked up behind me as I worked but waited until the fire caught. 

Once it was blazing, Pam handed me the book she'd been reading and said, "Tom, I want you to read this chapter. I think it gives some clues to what's been happening."

The chapter was an account by a dad whose son had died as the result of a car accident. He recounted how the accident happened and how it was his son's fault. The son was in a coma for several days and was alive primarily because of the life support devices. All of their friends were praying for the son, as were he and his wife. 

One night, during his sleep, a messenger appeared to the dad. He was not afraid and he remembered how comforted he felt while the messenger talked. The messenger told him that his son's body would die but that his spirit would be transferred to the place of eternal life. The messenger then seemed to embrace the dad's spirit and comforted it. The dad's spirit asked the messenger how it knew the son would die. It told him that Gabriel had sent it. 

I said, "Wow." 

Pam asked if I'd read the part about Gabriel. 

"Yes, that's astounding. Gabriel, according to the Bible, is the angel that God sent to Mary to tell her she would be pregnant with Jesus. He was also sent to Zechariah to tell him about a son to be born to his wife Elizabeth when she was very old. Her son was John the Baptist. Gabriel also appeared to Daniel and interpreted his dreams."

"How do you know so much about the Bible?"

"I read it a lot during Lydia's illness. She told me about a few dreams she had and I got interested and looked up all the dreams recorded in the Bible. That led me to read about angels and messengers from God that often appeared in dreams." 

"Tom, do you think we're being visited by angels or messengers?" We looked at each other and just stared. 

I finally responded, "I've no idea. But that would explain why we knew things that we shouldn't have known." 

Pam replied, "There's one more thing that happened recently. Until now, I really discounted it as just another dream. About a week or so before the incident with the policeman, I dreamed about my dad. I've dreamed about him many times so that wasn't unusual. But this dream was a little different. I distinctly remember he told me to go home and that he was concerned about me. That's the only thing I remembered about that dream. I thought it was just a coincidence that I got the crap beat out of me a week later."

I reached for Dr. Graham's book, Angels, opened it and started reading. Pam continued reading her book on dreams as the fire popped and cracked, warming us. 

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Late in the afternoon, I suggested we take a break and have a beer. I handed a Stella to Pam and asked, "Can we take a walk down to the lake? I need to stretch my legs and get some fresh air." 

"I'd love to. This book is getting a bit deep for me." 

The afternoon temperature was quite pleasant; therefore, we grabbed only light jackets and began walking down the lane. Part of the gravel lane is steep and somewhat slippery with the leaves and loose rocks so I offered my hand to Pam. She gladly accepted. We continued on, holding hands as we walked through the fallen leaves down to the water's edge. 

Pam said, "I'm really glad you invited me to stay today. This is a beautiful place and I've enjoyed spending this time with you. Would you mind if I stay a little longer?" 

"I've been planning on it." 

"You have?" 

"Why do you think I bought all the extra food and beer today?" She grinned. 

We walked along the lakeshore and I stopped to skip a few flat rocks across the water just like I was still a child. She had never tried it but became a skilled rock skipper after just five throws. 

As we threw the rocks, Pam told me about the book she was reading.

"It's a collection of personal accounts of people who had dreams that came true or revealed something unique. Some of the people only remember a hazy outline of their dreams but others remember the details. One mother was telling about a dream after her small child was hit and killed by a drunk driver. In the dream, she asked a messenger why the child's guardian angel didn't protect her innocent son. She said he told her that angels are around humans all the time but have no guardian role. They are really just advisors or guides for those who God chooses. They exist to help make decisions but they can't influence or control the outcome. Tom, that sounds to me like what we call a conscience." 

"That would imply that not everyone has a conscience, or at least one that determines right from wrong," I replied. 

"I've always wondered why some people are so willing to kill someone else over pennies or cigarettes or just petty stuff. It's like life has no meaning or value at all to them. How did Hitler and Stalin kill millions of innocent people without batting an eye?" 

I added, "That touches on the Baptist doctrine of free will. They believe that people are free to act badly and do evil to others although God could have stopped it or changed the outcome to be a good one. How many times have you heard people ask why bad things happen to good people when a disaster occurs, almost like they're accusing God of doing the evil by allowing it."

Pam responded, "I've been guilty of that. I was very angry with God when my dad died and when I got the crap beat out of me a week ago." 

"And I was really angry when Lydia became ill and died. I could see no reason for it and I thought God was the cause or at least allowed it. I'm still not over it."

We turned around and started back up the hill to the cabin. Pam said, "You know, I'm getting a bit hungry. I'd like to prepare dinner for us if you don't mind." 

"That'd be fantastic. We have chicken pieces. We have cubed steak. We have plenty of ground beef and several steaks and we can even roast a turkey breast but that'd probably take too long."

"Let's do the cubed steak country style. I make a mean gravy and we have canned green beans and peas for sure. I saw that you brought a few potatoes. How about we mash a couple of those?" 

"You've got my mouth watering." 

We walked up the lane and held hands through the slippery areas once again. 

As soon as we arrived, I went to work rebuilding the fire and Pam headed to the bathroom to freshen up. I washed my hands in the kitchen sink and peeled the potatoes while she prepared the meat and opened the peas. I handed her another Stella Artois and opened one for myself. We touched can tops and both said "Cheers." Her smile was captivating. 

I watched as she maneuvered through the kitchen like it was a part of her. As the meat sizzled in the iron skillet, she measured the ingredients for the gravy while I mashed the potatoes. It all came together beautifully and was absolutely delicious. Lydia would occasionally make country style steak like this and it was always one of my favorite meals. 

Later, in front of the fire, Pam asked me about Lydia. "What was she like, Tom?" 

"She was the definition of grace and beauty. I was always proud to be with her, no matter where it was. She loved life and shared her joy of living with many people. She had a degree in education but only taught at a school for a couple of years. One of her friends home-schooled their children and she asked Lydia to help her with materials, lesson plans and teaching techniques. Then other parents asked for help and it went on and on. Lydia really enjoyed that. 

"Within a couple of years, she had enough demand to set up a business providing home-schooling materials and lesson plans. That was very successful and she especially enjoyed the creative part. The business grew and she eventually hired three employees to share the load with her. 

When we learned about the cancer and word got around, the parents she helped became a support network for her. Whenever I couldn't be there, these parents took turns staying with Lydia. They were a real blessing to us. 

"She never met a stranger-everyone loved her from the moment they met. Even to the very end, she remained cheerful and optimistic. I know the pain must have been terrible sometimes but she rarely complained and never felt sorry for herself. If anything, she was more concerned about me than she was herself. 

"The night she died at our home, her mom and dad were there along with my parents. We all knew it was her time. She asked that we play her favorite song, which was '10,000 Reasons' by Matt Redman. The lyrics she liked the best were at the end. They go something like this: And on that day, when my strength is failing and my time is near, my soul will sing your praise unending for ten thousand years and forever more. 

"I was holding her diminished body on my lap and she looked into my eyes." 

I choked and asked Pam for a moment. As my tears flowed, I continued, "Her last words were, 'Our love is eternal, Tom. I will never leave you. It's going to be OK.' Her eyes then closed and I felt her body relax as I held her tightly." 

I tried to hold back but just couldn't and continued to cry softly. Pam came over and held my hand and cried with me. 

After a few minutes, I was able to compose myself. "I'm sorry for being so emotional. I've spent a lot of time crying alone the last few years, especially here at the cabin. I just can't seem to let her go." 

Pam asked, "I wonder what she meant about never leaving you. Maybe she knew that her spirit would always be a part of yours in some way." 

I replied, "Maybe so. But if anyone deserved to be in heaven, she did. I hope her spirit is there and not hanging out with mine." We both smiled. 

"Pam, I don't know about you, but I'm exhausted and ready for bed. If I have another dream and can remember it, I'll write down everything when I first wake. Can you do the same?" 

"That's a great idea. I'll put a pen and some paper next to the bed, just in case." 

Pam stayed up and read in front of the fire. I crawled into bed after showering and, as usual, thought about Lydia. 

Sometime, in the early hours, I suddenly awoke. I could feel my arm around someone and it startled me. I turned on the lamp and saw that Pam was lying next to me. At least she had on a short nightie and panties while I always sleep naked. I gently shook her. 

She jumped and said, "Oh, you scared me." 

"Pam, what are you doing in bed with me?" 

"You were having a really bad dream and kept yelling for Lydia. It went on for a while and I thought that maybe, if you could feel me next to you, that you'd think I was her and it'd calm you down. I'm sorry if I upset you." 

"You didn't upset me. I just don't want to take advantage of you. Did we...." I struggled with the words but she helped. 

"Did we have sex? No. You were the perfect gentlemen with your arm around me. I felt very wanted and protected." 

"I'm so sorry this happened." 

"Don't be. I'm not." 

She rolled onto her knees and sat cross-legged on the bed beside me. "Do you remember any details of your dream?" 

I laid back and stared at the ceiling. "I dreamed that Lydia was here and there was somebody with her. I recognized her voice but couldn't see her. I was initially scared but then calm. She told me that I should let go of her, that it wasn't good for me to mourn so long. She assured me that she was in heaven but was still concerned about me. 

"The being with her was strange. I couldn't tell from the voice if it was male or female. It said that I'd have many opportunities in the future to help people and that I must begin looking forward and not back. 

"I asked Lydia about heaven. She said it couldn't be described in human words. I asked where it was. She said it was all around us, humans just couldn't see it. Then she left and so did the other being. I called out for her to come back."

"That's when I heard you screaming her name. And you couldn't see Lydia and the other person or being?" 

"No, I couldn't. I just heard their voices, or what I thought were their voices. As I think about her now, I can visualize her. But in the dream, there was no image-just the voice." 

I asked, "Did you have any dreams?" 

"I suppose I did but I don't remember anything. It took a while for me to drop off. The discussions we had yesterday kept playing over and over in my head."

"Let's see if we can get back to sleep. You better go back to your bed." 

"I guess I'd better." She slid off the bed and walked out but turned to say goodnight before she left. 

About 15 minutes later, I decided to get a glass of water. When I walked past her bedroom door, I could hear a faint buzzing sound and Pam moaning quietly. 

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We both slept later than normal. It was about 7:30 when I rolled out of bed, put on some clothes and headed to the coffee maker. After starting the coffee, I laid in a new fire and it was blazing in just a few minutes. The firewood was really dry and burned easily. 

Just as the fire caught, I heard the bedroom door open. Pam walked out and said, "The coffee smells great." 

"Good morning." I looked toward her and smiled. She had on one of Lydia's housecoats. Even without makeup, she was lovely. 

"Good morning and Happy Birthday!" 

"Thank you. It looks like the weather is going to be fantastic today." 

"Hope you don't mind me wearing this beautiful housecoat. Did it belong to Lydia?" 

"Yes, but you can have it. It's very pretty on you. I think you're about the same size as her. In fact, there may be some other clothes in the closet you'd like. She kept quite a few things here just to avoid packing." 

Pam walked to the kitchen and brought a cup back to the fireplace. "Tom, can we sit and talk a minute." 

"Sure." We sat together on the sofa in front of the fire. 

Pam paused to collect her thoughts. "The last 24 hours have made a huge impact on me. I was really in a mess before I came. I took refuge here but I knew it was only temporary. I was very worried about where I would go next. I didn't have enough money for a hotel for very long. Instead of kicking me out like most people would have done, you actually are trying to help me. Some of these dreams have scared me for sure; however, we've talked about really serious and important things. You've respected me and that makes me feel important and safe."

"Pam, that was the least I felt I could do. You obviously needed some help and I've enjoyed your company. Now let me take a chance and ask you something. Earlier this morning, I had a fleeting thought. I know it's probably crazy but let me just throw it out as a question. Do you think that we were intentionally brought together this week?" 

She frowned. "Brought together by whom and why?"

"I don't know. I was always planning to come this week so I don't think anyone or anything exerted an influence on me. When did you decide to come here?" 

"I was passing the cutoff to the farm and thought about my dad and mom. Then I remembered my uncle and this lake." 

"Is your uncle still alive?" 

"No, he died in a car accident about six months ago. Wait a minute, wait a minute. Oh my god, I dreamed about him the night I decided to flee from the policeman. That was the first time I ever dreamed about him and I remembered it for some reason but I just don't recall." 

"Is it possible that he told you in the dream to come here?" 

"I don't remember; but maybe he did in the dream and I just forgot." 

"Well, I suppose it really doesn't matter. You're here now and so am I. Can we just enjoy this week and continue getting to know each other? You can stay here if you like for as long as you want or I'll help you find a place. You could even come to Chattanooga. I always need great restaurant help. 

"But this week, I'm going to really try hard to look to the future. I think having you here and being able to talk to you will help me do that." 

"I'm glad you did come this week. I was planning to leave in a few days and go somewhere else. You're a really nice guy and I'm glad we met. She smiled and asked, "How about some breakfast?" 

"Great, I'm hungry. The smoked sausage I brought is really top notch."

"Let's do it. My biscuits and gravy are pretty good. Mom insisted both us girls learn how to make biscuits. How do you like your eggs?"

"I like over-easy, how about you?" 

"I like eggs no matter how they're prepared. Over-easy it is." 

We both washed our hands and walked to the kitchen. I remembered later that this was the first time since she died that I didn't think of Lydia while working in the kitchen. 

"Tom, why don't you start the sausage and I'll make the biscuits. After the dough is ready, they'll take about 15 minutes to bake. I'll fry the eggs after the biscuits are done. I don't remember seeing jelly or jam here. Do you have any?" 

"Yes, I think we do. It's up on the top shelf, probably just out of your view." I pulled out a small step stool and climbed up. "We have raspberry, fig, strawberry and we also have some orange-blossom honey." 

"All right! I love honey. My dad kept a couple of hives on the farm, near an old orchard. I remember when he robbed them every summer, how the honey was so good. He'd give me some of the full comb to chew. There's no taste like it. Some years, it was a light golden yellow and almost clear and other years it was darker and bolder tasting." 

"Like you, I've always been partial to honey. And it's really not that bad for you. My dad was a chef and many of his most popular dishes contained honey. I remember one year for a French specialty menu, he imported some lavender honey from France. The customers were ecstatic. It really did taste like lavender smells and he served it over homemade vanilla ice cream." 

"Yummy! Is you dad still alive?" 

"Yes, and in very good health. He started two of the three restaurants I own and he still comes in a couple of times a year to do a special menu we feature for a week or two. We advertise it with his name featured prominently and it always sells out. He's still very well loved in the Chattanooga area." 

"He sounds like a great chef." 

"He was and still is. But he was tired and decided to turn everything over to me a few years ago. I have the best chefs I can afford and we've continued to be very popular, thank heavens."

"Was he tough on the other cooks and staff?" 

"He always expected the best of his employees. He was tough but fair and he was quick to forgive the first mistake anyone made. If you demanded the best of yourself, he was a great boss. Many people came and went quickly, however, because they didn't give their best effort or just didn't want to work." 

"Did you work under him in the restaurants?" 

"Absolutely, and he was as tough on me as he was on anyone. After I got a business degree, I worked my way up from busboy to dishwasher to runner and then to server. I only advanced when he thought I'd mastered the previous job. He knew better than to let me cook but I eventually made it to restaurant manager. But many nights I went home with a bruised ego." 




A Miracle at the Cabin Ch. 02



"And what about your mom?" 

"She's doing well. She's always wanted to travel and see the world; and that's what they're doing. She adores my dad. He has always been the leader and final decision maker in the family and she's been the unseen rock supporting him. I think that dad was always smart enough to learn what decision she wanted him to make before he made it." We both chuckled. 

"Mom volunteered with several charities for many years and talked dad into hosting quite a few fundraisers at the restaurants. He was always very proud of her and I never heard him say a cross word to her. It's almost like he put her on a pedestal and worshipped her somehow. Their marriage has been very happy for over 45 years. 

"They sound like a wonderful couple." 

"They are and I'd love for you to meet them someday. In fact, I would pay big money to see you and him cook together in a kitchen one day." 

"Why do you say that?"

"I've seen the way you move around this kitchen and I've tasted your cooking. I think he would just get out of your way and say 'you go girl.' He's quick to recognize and praise excellence in anyone." 

"What a sweet thing for you to say. Thank you." She reached for me and we hugged. 

Pam's biscuits were some of the best I've ever eaten. They were very light, airy and had just a wonderful flakey top and bottom crust. Their buttery flavor made me want more. I would love to serve these in our restaurants and said so. "Maybe you could teach my pastry guys how to make these." 

"Wow, thanks again. You really think they're that good?" 

"No doubt about it. Just don't sell them to my competition." 

After cleaning up and putting everything away, we sat by the roaring fire the rest of the morning and read the books on dreams and angels. Many times, when I glanced at her, she'd be staring at me. 

I'd say, "What?" 

She would grin and respond, "Oh nothing." 

Around lunchtime, I suggested that we drive over to a little diner I frequented. "It's called Susan's Place and the food's really good."

"Let's go; just let me grab a jacket and freshen up." 

Her idea of freshening up included a shower and glamorous makeup; therefore, I gazed at the fire for a good while. She finally emerged and, my god, she was gorgeous. She wore black pants and a black lacy top that had belonged to Lydia. It fit her perfectly and she looked sexy, to say the least. The way her small bottom flared out from her tiny waist and her long wavy blonde hair draped over the black top were showstoppers. She completed the outfit with a light blue silk scarf. This was the first time I had seen her with full make-up. Not even professional makeup artists could have done better. 

"My god, Pam, you're beautiful! Can you drive while I just gaze at you?" 

"Very funny but thank you." 

I opened the car door for this ravishing beauty and she smiled. On the way to Susan's Place, I explained that Carl and Susan had opened this small diner about 40 years ago, long before I was born. 

"My parents loved going there for the conversation as much as the food. Even though they knew my dad was a well-known chef, they didn't do anything special for him. If he thought something could have been improved, he kept it to himself for discussion on the way home. 

"Susan's is the local gathering place. In the off-season, like now, only a few of the locals will be there. Since I've been coming here all my life, I'll probably know some of them so be ready for a lot of good-natured ribbing. They love to have a good time." 

"Sounds like fun." 

"They're going to assume we're a couple so just play along with it. The truth is too hard to explain." 

"I agree." 

There were several cars parked in front, a few more than I expected. When we walked in the door, a shout penetrated the room, "TOM! WOW, so good to see you!" yelled Susan. Even though she was in her early 70's, she still had that genuine friendly enthusiasm for her guests. You always knew you were welcome. 

"Susan, you look lovely as always." I said. We walked toward each other and hugged. I kissed her lightly on the cheek and she just beamed.

"And who is this beautiful young lady?" 

"Susan, this is Pam. Pam, this is the best cook in the world, Susan." 

Pam said, "I'm thrilled to meet you Susan. Tom has told me all about you and this wonderful diner." 

"God, she's gorgeous Tom. Let me get Carl out here. CARL! CARL! Come look who's here." 

Carl emerged from the kitchen and yelled, "TOM! Damn boy, it's great to see you." 

He then stopped to study Pam. "Tom, I may have to sit down, this girl's taking my breath away." 

We laughed and I introduced them. About that time, I noticed Bill and Gene sitting at one of the tables. They were about my dad's age and had also known me from the time I was in diapers. 

They both got up from the table and walked over, talking to me as they came. 

Gene said, "Jesus Christ, Tom, I don't know how you do it. You're not that handsome. How do you get these world-class beauties to even talk to you, much less eat lunch with you?" He stood there and tried to absorb as much of Pam as he could. 

While that was going on, Bill added, "I think he's got a secret that we just don't know. How else, do you explain it?" 

I introduced both Bill and Gene to Pam and they both insisted on a hug. I knew they just wanted to press against those breasts. But no harm and Pam seemed to enjoy it. These two and Carl were well known as dirty old men. 

Susan jumped in, "Here, let's get this big table set up so y'all can eat together. I'm sure Pam and Tom won't mind." 

We both said in unison, "Of course not." I glanced at Pam and she seemed delighted. 

Susan and Carl popped the leaves out on a large round table that seated eight and quickly set the dinnerware and napkins. 

Bill and Gene brought their food and drinks over and we all took a seat. Susan handed us menus and then took a quick glance around the restaurant to be sure no one was waiting for service. Then she sat with us. 

The interrogation began, "Pam, where are you from?" asked Carl. 

"I grew up near Greenville, South Carolina." 

Bill added, "That's God's country." 

Gene cut in, "Are all the ladies there as pretty as you are?" 

I could tell that Pam was uncertain of a proper response. She finally said, "I'm sure a lot of them are prettier than me." 

Carl looked at Bill and Gene. "I'm going to head up that way tomorrow; you guys wanna come?" 

Gene was the first to respond, "We'll leave at 6:00am and I'll bring the beer but don't tell Linda." 

My mind couldn't process the thought of three 70-year-old men in a pickup truck driving to Greenville to ogle the girls. 

Susan added, "Gene, I'm going to tell Linda." Linda was Gene's wife of at least 50 years. Bill had lost his wife so, for the time being, he was safe from Susan's threats. 

Back to the interrogation, Susan asked, "So how'd you two meet?" 

I looked at Pam and she said, "Someone introduced us." 

Susan came back, "How long ago?"

I responded, "It's been quite a while now." 

Carl asked, "Have your parents met her yet?" 

"No, they've been in Europe on several cruises and I haven't seen them in almost two months." 

Susan added, "I'll bet they're going to be thrilled." Pam and I just smiled. 

This interrogation continued for a few minutes as Pam and I skillfully deflected all the questions. We finally were able to read the menu and make our choices. 

"Pam, what can I get you?" 

"I'd really love the fried chicken." 

"Great choice." Bill said. Pam was pleased and smiled at him. He ate it up. 

"Susan, I think I'm having your famous meatloaf with jalapenos." I looked to Pam and asked if she wanted Diet Coke. 

"Yes, sweetheart, that'd be great." What? She called me sweetheart? 

I looked back to Susan and said, "And I'll just have ice water." 

Susan yelled the order back to Tony who'd been their primary cook for at least 20 years. She then made her rounds to check all the other guests. 

Pam asked to be excused and made her way to the ladies room. While she was gone, the interrogation really began. 

Carl was first, "OK Tom, now tell me the truth. You've got to be blackmailing her or something. Lydia was gorgeous-a 10 on anyone's scale. But this girl is off the damn charts. I've never seen a woman this beautiful." 

Bill added, "I've seen a lot of beautiful women, mostly in magazines, but she's just stunning. In fact, she looks like a girl in Playboy; but I'm sure she's not. And she really seems to like you. Shocks the hell out of me." Everyone chuckled. 

Gene was the first to get really serious. "Tom, I'm excited for you. All of us just hated it when Lydia died. She was some lady and always so nice to all of us. We loved to just be here when you two came in. She was the light in any room." 

I noticed, while Bill was talking, that Pam was engaged in conversation with Susan back near the ladies room. 

Carl then spoke, "All of us were really worried about you. We knew you came alone to the cabin each November after she died. Grief is very dangerous and we wondered if you would somehow hasten your death to be with her. Last year, you didn't come here to eat; and after the week was over, I called your dad. He assured me that he'd talked to you just the day before and that you were OK. I was very relieved. In fact, we were all very relieved." 

I noticed that Pam and Susan were still in a lively conversation, occasionally hugging each other and wiping tears from their eyes. 

"Carl, I love all of you guys. You're like family to me." Gene reached over and put his hand on my shoulder. "I should've come last year and seen y'all. I'm sorry I didn't. It was an especially tough week for me. I couldn't get Lydia out of my mind and the grief was almost consuming me. I was really dreading coming back to the cabin this week. I knew I had to come but I was afraid. 

"But that has changed. For the first time in over two years, I'm looking forward and not back." 

Bill said, "Praise the Lord." I glanced at Gene and saw tears welling in his eyes. I then looked back at Pam and they were still talking. 

"So guys, sunshine has returned to my world and things are going to be OK." All three men agreed. 

About that time, the ladies conference broke up and Pam returned to the table. Her eyes were slightly bloodshot but she was all smiles. Gene and Bill asked to be excused and made their way out after again hugging Pam. Carl gently kissed Pam on her offered cheek and told her he was very happy for us. We finished our meal and bid farewell to Susan and headed to the car. 

As we drove home, I asked, "What did you and Susan talk about for so long?" 

"Just girl talk." 

"Girl talk?" 

"Yeah, just things that women talk about." 

"OK." 

"You know, things like which vibrators we prefer." 

I laughed so hard I almost had to stop the car. 

After regaining my composure, I said, "I understand. When you're ready to tell me, you will." She smiled and nodded. 

"So what did you think about Susan's gang?" 

"I really enjoyed them. Glad you warned me what to expect. They're fun loving guys with a great sense of humor." 

"I noticed that Gene and Bill couldn't wait to give you a big hug." 

"Yeah, they wanted to check out my boobs, to see if they're real. I'm used to that." 

"Well, are they real?" 

She looked at me with an ugly frown. "Of course, they're real! Every part of my body is real! Is that cock I was rubbing against last night real or do you have an implant?" 

"I didn't know you were rubbing against my cock last night." 

"Tom, you were asleep!" 

"Well, why didn't you wake me up?" 

"I snuggled into you as much as I could but all you wanted to do was wrap your arm around my stomach." 

"Next time, jab me with your elbow and wake me up." 

"OK, just remember you told me to." 

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We arrived at the cabin and I began the normal routine of building the fire. Pam went to her room and changed clothes. She emerged wearing tan slacks and a dark blue blouse. For the first time, it looked like she wasn't wearing a bra; she jiggled a lot more when she walked over. 

She plopped down on the sofa beside me, placed her hand on my leg, leaned over and kissed me for the first time. I was very surprised. 

"Pam, that was nice but why the kiss?"

"I just wanted to kiss you. You've been very nice to me."

I stared into the fire, uncertain of what to say or do.

She asked, "Was it all that bad?" 

"Of course not. You're a beautiful young lady. I'm sorry." 

"Tom, you need a woman's companionship. And I need a man's companionship. It's time for you to let go of the grief and enjoy life again."

I looked into her eyes and decided that she was right. I returned the kiss. That ignited a long dead fire within me. We exchanged at least a dozen kisses, but no French kissing. After each one, she would look into my eyes as if I were the only person in the world. She held the side of my face and gently ran her fingers through my hair. I didn't really know what to think.

Pam asked, "Do you mind if I sleep with you tonight?" 

"What?"

"Do you mind if we sleep together tonight?"

"What brought this on all of a sudden? Kissing is one thing but sleeping together?" 

"I need you, and I really think you need me. Besides that, I really like you." 

"Do you jump into bed with everyone you like?" 

"No, but you're different. If you don't want to, I understand."

"I promised to respect you Pam." 

"You mean you can't respect me if I want to have sex with you?"

"No, that's not what I mean." 

"Tom, I know I'm not Lydia and never will be. But I'd like to have just recreational sex with you. I think you would enjoy it and so would I. No strings attached. OK?" 

"Recreational sex? You make it sound like going out jogging."

"I'm not into making babies yet. Listen Tom, I know I'm a free spirit and you're not. That's fine. I love sex. I get a real high from it. I don't do drugs and I've never rented my body to anyone. What I have, I give freely to those men I find attractive and interesting. You're one of those men." 

I couldn't believe I was sitting her arguing with a gorgeous young lady who wanted to have sex with me. I finally came to my senses. 

I grinned, "Can we go to bed now?" 

"OK, but here's the problem. My period began this morning." 

"Oh. Bummer." 

"But I still have other assets I think you'd enjoy."

"Can I massage your breasts and suck you nipples?" 

"You can even massage my clit and ass." 

"I was hoping you'd say that." We kissed at least another six or seven times and held each other in front of the fire as I unbuttoned her blouse.

End of Chapter 2 – Stay tuned. Chapter 3 will come very soon and it's a hot one. 



A Miracle at the Cabin Ch. 03



Please read the first two chapters prior to this one. Otherwise, this chapter will not make sense to you. None of the chapters in this story are stand-alone.

This story is fiction intended to entertain the reader. This chapter does contain erotic scenes.

Enjoy.

A Miracle at the Cabin -- Chapter 3

The sofa suddenly became a more interesting place. As we kissed and I gazed into Pam's intriguing blue eyes, I unbuttoned her blouse. She smiled as I reached in and cupped her warm bare breast. It was very soft, yet firm and projecting upward; and it was more than my hand could cup. I slowly brushed the back of my fingers across her nipples and could feel them harden. She sucked in air through her teeth. Her nipples were obviously sensitive.

Pam focused on my eyes and smiled as I toyed with each one, gently squeezing, rolling the nipples between by thumb and finger and stretching them. She then stretched out and lay with her head on my lap. She whispered, "I bet I know what you're thinking."

"What?"

"You're wondering what size they are."

I'm sure I looked sheepish. "I suppose you're right." I continued massaging the nipples and tracing the areolas with my fingertips. I couldn't believe this was happening at the invitation of such a beautiful woman.

"All men I've ever met want to know."

"So?"

"So what?"

"So how large are they?"

"Between a C and D, depending on the time of the month. Why is it that men always want to know?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's the trophy mentality. Maybe it's our love of breasts and the bigger the better, up to a certain point." I switched my massage back and forth between each, just to be fair to both.

"Do you like my breasts?"

"They're wonderful and perfect for your size and body type. I'm getting really turned on as I massage them."

"I know. I can feel junior poking the side of my head."

"Sorry."

"I'm not. Now tell me, how big is it?"

"What? Junior?"

"Yes, Junior"

"Why do you want to know?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's the trophy mentality. Maybe it's our love of cocks and the bigger the better, up to a certain point."

"Touché. Well, it varies between around 5 inches and 7 inches depending on the woman."

"How big is it for me?"

"Probably 8 inches."

"Is that a compliment?"

"You can take it as one."

"I'd rather just take it." She sat up and slipped her blouse off. Those magnificent breasts stood firm and proud with just a slight downward sweep. Her pink nipples were long and hard. The weight of her breasts caused them to jiggle as she turned to open my pants.

I interrupted, "Let me just slip them off." I quickly undid the belt and slid my pants and underwear down past my knees and over my feet."

"Ooohh, lovely and perfect for your size and body type."

"Thanks, I deserved that."

"Let me see what I can do with it." Pam knelt on the floor with her body between my knees. She wrapped one hand around the shaft and slowly slid it up and down using her saliva for lubrication. With the other hand, she cupped and gently massaged my balls. She slowly licked them and the underside of my cock several times, watching my eyes the entire time. The warm wet sensation was amazing. Her blue eyes seemed to look into my soul.

I whispered, "Lydia never did this."

Pam responded, "You poor underprivileged guy." As she gazed at me, her tongue circled the head several times and tasted the pre-cum. Her mouth eased gently down over the head taking in the first three or four inches. I could feel her tongue pressing against it and the light touch of her teeth as she moved up and down. She continued to massage my balls. This went on for at least a minute interspersed with licking the shaft and sucking my balls as her eyes locked onto mine. I was awestruck as I watched this beautiful young woman make love to my penis. Gradually, she took in all of my erection and I could feel the restriction as the head entered her throat. Even though women, other than my wife, had given me blowjobs, none could deep throat like this.  

"I can't take this any longer. I'm going to cum." I began breathing rapidly and that uncontrollable tingling sensation started.

She paused long enough to say, "Cum on my breasts." She picked up the pace and seemed to suck the semen from my balls on each stroke. Her lustrous blonde hair covered her face and my cock. She pulled off as the pulsing began. Stream after stream exploded from my cock as she aimed it at her nipples. One errant shot hit Pam's cheek just below her eye. She flinched and giggled. The creamy gel stuck to her gorgeous face, breasts and nipples. Pam smiled and I moaned as she continued hand-milking my cock to empty its load.

Finally she sat back with her bottom perched on her legs, covered with semen, and smiled, "How was that?"

"Unbelievable. Let me grab some tissues." I held a hand under my cock to catch any drips and ran to the bedroom. I watched as she wiped her face, breast and nipples which quivered and reverberated with her touch. As I used the tissues to wipe my limp cock and empty balls, I could see her lipstick come off with the saliva and semen residue. I threw the wet tissues into the fire.

"Pam, I'm speechless. I have no words to describe that sensation."

She had a naughty smile as she stood and crawled into my lap. We kissed and I began sucking her nipples as the fire crackled. In a moment, she stretched out on the sofa once again, with her head in my lap. I ran my right hand down her warm toned stomach, under the belt holding her pants and under the elastic of her panties as she held in her breath. As I reached her Mons, she unfastened the belt and unbuttoned her pants to give more room. She was all natural with lots of pubic hair. I felt her warm damp clit and eased my finger down to her vagina where I felt the hard end of the tampon. I began gently rubbing her clit as she rubbed her breasts and pulled on the nipples. In just a few minutes, her breathing quickened and I could see the flesh of her breast rising and quivering with each deep breath.

"Right there, right there, oh god, don't stop Tom, harder, harder, HARDER TOM, don't stop. OH GOD! OH MY GOD!" She arched her back and moaned loudly when the orgasm hit. Her hand then grabbed mine and vigorously stroked while pressing it down on her clit. She moaned and moaned while writhing on the sofa. As she relaxed and laid back in my lap, I bent over and nursed her nipples while the climax eased.

Finally, as she breathed through her mouth and gazed wide-eyed at me, she moved to sit in my lap again and wrapped her arms around my neck. We held each other.

Pam whispered, "I really needed that."

We hugged in silence for several minutes as the fire crackled and warmed us.

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Pam eased out of my embrace and said that she needed to get busy. "I'm going to bake a cake for your birthday. What's your favorite kind?"

"I like them all but my favorite is carrot cake."

"Let me see if we have the ingredients." She walked to the kitchen, still topless, and looked up the recipe. After a few minutes of reading and searching through the fridge and cabinets, Pam determined that we were short on several ingredients. I wanted her to keep bending over and looking in the fridge so I could watch her breasts dangle and swing freely.

"Can you drive me to Publix again? I need sugar, pecans, cream cheese, and carrots."

"Wouldn't it be easier just to buy a carrot cake mix?"

"That's cheating. I don't ever use mixes."

"You want to go like that or do you want to get dressed?"

She glanced down at her bare boobs and smiled, "We might run into someone you know, so let's get a quick shower and dress." We laughed and walked to the large bath in the master bedroom. We showered together for the first time and my eyes and hands couldn't get enough of her lovely body. It took quite a while for me to make sure Pam was properly clean.

On the way to the grocery, she mentioned, "By the way, I invited Susan to lunch at the cabin tomorrow."

"Oh?"

"Yes, she told me their diner is closed on Mondays so I thought it'd be a good opportunity for us to visit."

"That's fine. It's been several years since they've been over."

"Carl is going fishing with a buddy, so it'll only be Susan."

"Was this part of the girl-talk you had at lunch?"

"Part."

"In addition to which vibrators you each prefer?"

We both chuckled again.

"I was thinking about lamb chops. I didn't see those on her menu and thought it might be something a little different."

"Sounds good to me. I could grill 'em, if you'd like."

She thought for a second, "Yeah, that'd be good. You like to grill?"

"I really do. And I brought a new bag of charcoal this week."

"Then let's do it. I'll concentrate on the side dishes and salad. We could offer carrot cake for dessert."

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On the way home, I suggested hamburgers for dinner. "I could grill 'em while you work on the cake. We could use up the rest of the potato salad and we have a can of baked beans if you want."

"Lovely. It's going to take a while to put this cake together so you doing the burgers would be a big help."

Once back at the cabin, I couldn't resist giving her a lingering kiss as she emerged from the car. It was obvious she didn't like French kissing and I respected that. Lydia had taught me to love it but this was a whole new ballgame.

Pam immediately sorted the ingredients and measured the proper proportions. In about 15 minutes, she was mixing the batter while the oven was warming.

I decided to clean the fireplace. There was a huge bed of residual ashes so I used a metal bucket and small shovel we had for that purpose. Should there be any hot coals remaining, the metal would contain the heat and prevent an unwanted fire.

Within the hour, the cake was out and cooling and Pam joined me at the grill. The coals were ready and I gently placed three burgers over the hottest part of the fire. As they sizzled, we satn chairs and sipped Stellas.

"I really love this place, Tom. The lake is beautiful and this cabin is wonderful. Did your dad build it?"

"He actually bought it a year or two before I was born. I think it's about 50 years old. But he did a lot of upgrades to it and has put a lot into maintaining it."

"What upgrades did he do?"

"He had the garage built and re-did the back porch and screened it in. There was no plumbing in the cabin so he had a well drilled and rebuilt the bedrooms to include baths. Of course, the kitchen is his doing. He loved to cook for mom and he put in the best quality appliances that he could afford back in the early 1980's. They really enjoyed getting away and coming here for a few days at a time."

I turned the burgers and sat again.

"Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"One of each, both older. I think I was an accident. Mom was almost 40 when I was born. My sister is Katherine and she lives in Nashville. Her husband Bob is a music producer. They have twins who are now in college. One goes to Vandy and one to UT. Since they're identical, they decided to split up. I think they got a little tired of being mistaken for each other.

"My brother is the oldest at 43. His name is James and lives in Dallas. He owns a small trucking business that specializes in local pickup and delivery. His company does a lot of deliveries for Home Depot, Lowe's and Sears. His wife is Joan and she's from Dallas. They don't have children."

I took the burgers off and closed the top of the grill. Pam carried the plate and I opened the door for her.

"Let's fix our burgers. While you were grilling, I pulled out the potato salad, pickles and the condiments. The baked beans should be ready."

For just hamburgers, it was a very good meal. She had added some chopped onions and hot peppers to the beans. And they were hot! Thank goodness for Stella and lots of ice water. Even Pam thought they were too hot and apologized for going overboard.

I commented, " That's alright, I'll spank you later."

"Oh boy! Promise?"

I studied her face to see if she was serious. She just stared at me so I couldn't tell.

"I thought you didn't like rough sex."

"I don't mind being spanked if its not in anger or too hard."

"Does spanking help you get excited."

"Sometimes. It depends on who's doing it and if I know great sex is coming soon."

"You really do enjoy sex, don't you?"

"Tom, I think I'm addicted to orgasms. The tingling rush I feel can't be described. It's like my normal world stops and I'm somewhere else in total ecstasy. What about you?"

I thought for a few seconds, unsure whether or not to mention Lydia. But then I took a chance. "Of course, most of my experience was with Lydia. We started dating when we were 19. We had both dated others but just casually. She said that I was only the third guy she'd ever kissed.

"We were both freshmen in college. She eventually let me fondle her and suck her nipples but we never had oral sex. Our first intercourse was on our wedding night. Of course, I had fingered her and I think I must have broken her hymen somehow along the way. There was no blood and she seemed to not have much pain. We were ecstatic and made love several times a day. Over the years, we learned a lot of different positions and just had fun with each other. Eventually, she let me eat her pussy but that was a couple of years after we were married.

"I don't think I was ever addicted to it, but we sure did it a lot and I was always ready to go again. Maybe I was addicted. Our favorite time was in the morning."

"I like to do it in the mornings also. But most of the guys I dated just wanted to get their rocks off and go home. I'm sure they were afraid of entanglements and I'm pretty sure some of them were married so they never spent the night."

"Isn't is dangerous to entertain so many men?"

"It can be but I insisted they wear condoms; and I still douched after each encounter. Some of them wanted just weird things like role-playing, bondage and all that shit. I never got into that but role-playing does intrigue me a bit."

"Lydia loved French kissing but you don't seem to like it."

"Actually, I love it as long as I think my mouth is fresh and he doesn't have bad breath. Are you wondering why I didn't do that with you this afternoon?"

"Well, now that you mention it, those jalapenos in the meat loaf were strong and I hadn't brushed my teeth."

"Bingo."

"I appreciate your honesty."

She reached over and held my hand. "I'm into honesty."

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After I cleaned the grill and put the dishes in the dishwasher, Pam cut the cake and served my piece with a single lit candle. To my pleasant surprise, she then sang "Happy Birthday" to me. Her voice was amazingly good. Is there anything she couldn't do?

"Have you had voice lessons? You're great."

"Not really. I sang in our church choir and some of the musicals we put on in high school and college but never any serious voice lessons."

"My dad also has a great voice and he sings in the choir. A lot of people think he sounds like Kenny Rogers."

"Oh, I love Kenny Rogers, especially the duets he did with Dottie West and Dolly Parton."

"Well, there you go. You and he could cook together and sing together while you do it."

Pam laughed and said, "Now you're really in fantasy land."

Before I could take a bite of the cake, she handed me a small wrapped present. I thanked her and gently opened it.

"It's a magnetic key box. Just what I needed."

"Now you can hide your cabin key in a little less obvious place."

"Yeah, I really want to keep away all the gorgeous young women who would want to move in and have their way with me."

She smiled, "That's right."

The carrot cake was probably the best I'd tasted in years. You could really tell it was made from scratch. The pecans were still crunchy and the carrot slivers still tasted like carrots. The flavors needed a day or two to fully merge but that's true of all cakes.

"Pam, this is outstanding! I'm very glad you hate mixes. The taste is amazing and will only get better tomorrow."

"Thank you. I'm glad it turned out OK."

The piece she cut for me was very large, so we shared it. I made a pot of coffee and we carried our cups to the fireplace.

Pam snuggled into my arms as I maneuvered to keep my cup out of her way. We watched the dancing flames and sat in silence for several minutes.

She reflected, "Life is so unpredictable. Three days ago, I never thought I'd meet someone like you. I was so depressed and angry at the world and myself. Sure, I made mistakes. I knew that a lot of it was my fault. I hated the thought of depending on friends in Atlanta and I don't have all that much money. I'm just amazed that you're so nice to me."

"You said you were planning to leave in a few days?"

"Yeah, I was running out of your food so I was going to look for another house or cabin to use. If that failed, then I was going to Atlanta. I didn't have many choices."

"Well, I'm glad I came here when I did."

We continued to talk until bedtime, really just getting to know more about each other.

"Tom, I think my bed is bigger than yours. Can you join me?"

I grinned. "I think I can manage that." I still couldn't believe this was happening.

We showered together again and she went to the toilet and closed the door while I brushed and gargled. I did not want bad breath! After a couple of minutes, she emerged wearing only a big smile and ran quickly to the bed. Our naked bodies intertwined. She was warm to my touch and her flawless skin was very soft. We kissed, open mouthed and full of energy. Her tongue was delicious and she ran it in and out of my pursed lips like it was a small cock. She nibbled my lower lip and then I tried my best to lick her tonsils. I stroked her back and her butt as we kissed.

Pam decided she wanted to lay prone on my body so she crawled on top of me. She placed her hands on each side of my head and laid her stomach on my chest while her long legs lay across my crotch. My cock was standing at full attention and positioned between her legs and rubbing against them. She raised her chest to dangle her breasts over my mouth.

"You wanna nurse?"

I stammered, "Oh my god."

She dipped each nipple one at a time into my open mouth and I tried to catch and hold them with my lips. As she pulled each one away, I held on as long as I could before it popped free. She giggled after each pop. Stretching her dangling breast, by sucking and holding her nipple, was the most sensuous thing I had ever done. My cock was hard and getting harder.

I reached down and cupped her ass cheeks with both hands. They were very soft and firm but responded to my touch as they jiggled just a bit.

I pulled up on each cheek and eventually worked my fingers into her crack.

"Oh, that feels good. I like ass massages."

So there I was, playing catch a nipple and finger the ass at the same time with the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. How could this be?

"While I know you're thinking about it, let me just tell you that I don't do anal. You can finger me or lick me after I shower, but you're not going to put a cock in my ass."

"Yes ma'am, I understand."

"I have another entrance that'll have a welcome mat out for you starting Thursday. In the mean time, I think I can properly entertain you. Have you ever had a foot job?"

"Uh, don't think so."

"I can't believe an innocent little 23 year old girl like me has to teach an experienced 31 year old guy like you about blow jobs and foot jobs."

"I've led a sheltered life, I suppose. And I'm 32 today."

"OK, but let's go to the sofa."

Pam grabbed a towel and some lotion from the bathroom. The fire was still burning and giving a soft glow to the otherwise dark room. Pam laid the towel on the sofa to protect the cushions and told me to sit with my ass on the towel. She then smiled and went to work stroking my cock and licking the sides and head. Within a minute, it was starting to throb as she rubbed lotion on it.




A Miracle at the Cabin Ch. 03



She moved to my left on the sofa, sat facing me with her legs splayed open and her feet on both sides of my cock. I watched in amazement at the dexterity she displayed. Pam spread her toes and worked both sides of my shaft up and down, stroking it like she was using her hands. Her feet were soft, beautiful and talented. I gazed at the open slit between her legs and the white string flowing out of her vagina as her legs moved up and down. In just a moment, the uncontrollable tingling pulses began and my throbbing cock shot semen straight up at least a foot or more. It fell on her lovely feet and my legs.

I couldn't believe how she could make her toes feel like little fingers stroking me. She grinned and so did I.

After we cleaned ourselves, I grabbed her arm and pulled her across my lap with her butt in the air.

"Let's see, young lady, I promised you a spanking."

"Oh sir, I know I been a bad little girl by putting all those wicked peppers in your beans. I deserve a spanking."

I slapped her bottom, probably a bit too hard, on the left cheek and watched it reverberate. She turned and glared at me. "Now don't get too carried away."

I eased up on the next slap to her right cheek. The way her cheeks jiggled and bounced back from my hand captured my full attention. I decided she'd had enough punishment and began massaging her back, butt and legs with the lotion.

"I love the feel of your hands. I could lay here all night while you massage me."

I continued with more lotion and rubbed it into her crack and across her anus.

"Oh, you dirty boy. That feels so good."

I reached under her stomach with my right hand and massaged her clit, which had been rubbing on my leg. I continued massaging her anus using my left hand.

"Yes, yes, keep going, a little harder on my clit. Yes! Right there! Oh god!"

I dipped my finger in the lotion and slowly inserted it into her rectum. Her bowel was receptive as her sphincter relaxed.

"Oh, oh, my god. That feels sooooo good. Keep going, keep going."

I began stroking my finger in and out and watched as her tight anus responded in each direction. I could feel my cock come back to life. Suddenly, chill bumps appeared on her ass and legs as her orgasm approached. She squirmed and groaned louder and louder as the orgasmic tingling heat filled her body.

"Oh Jesus, harder, Tom, harder. OH GOD! Here it is, OH MY GOD."

It exploded. Pam bounced up and down on my lap and clinched her fists on the pillows next to her head. She quickly turned over and my finger popped out of her rectum. She roughly massaged her clit with one hand and her breast with the other. She moaned and moaned. I watched her face and eyes go through several contortions. She was dazed and breathing rapidly with her mouth open. It slowly eased and she regained control but continued to breath heavily. She finally let out a big sigh as it passed.

"Tom, maybe I underestimated you. I've never had someone do what you just did. Your finger massaging my clit from underneath while you fingered my ass from the top is new to me. That was so exciting."

"I know what you mean, I just shot another load."

"I thought I felt something going on down there."

"It's probably all over the back of your legs. Can you stand up and let me use the towel to wipe you off?" It took only a few seconds to wipe her legs and clean up the little that hit me. We then headed to our third shower of the day.

After the shower, we snuggled together in bed and gazed into each other's eyes. She finally turned her back to me; and I laid my arm across her stomach and cupped a breast as she reached back and held my cock.

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"Good morning, sleepy head." Pam rolled over and glared at me.

"Do we have to get up?"

I asked, "Do you want coffee in bed?"

"No, let me go pee and get a robe on. I want to sit by the fire."

I watched her naked body jiggle its way to the bathroom and just shook my head. How can anyone be so beautiful?

I returned to the kitchen, poured two fresh cups and carried them to the fire. Pam emerged wearing the same beautiful housecoat as yesterday. She had brushed her hair but had not yet put on makeup. She didn't need it.

"Tom, I had a wonderful dream about you last night. We were in a boat on the lake and you made love to me under a large tree that hung out over the water. I remember studying the tree as you tended to my body. I was so turned on by that."

"Well, that's a lot better than dreaming about a stranger coming into your room late at night."

"Did you have any dreams?"

"I think you drained me so much that I didn't have the energy to dream."

"Susan is coming over at noon. What time is it now?"

"About 8:30. What do you feel like for breakfast?"

"We're going to have a heavy lunch so how about just cereal for breakfast."

"Sounds good. I could make some oatmeal. We have strawberries, blueberries and raisins we could add. Oh, we also have some of those pecans left."

"That'd be wonderful."

She sat in front of the lively fire and sipped coffee as I worked on the oatmeal and fruit. It was ready in just a few minutes and we sat at the table.

"Tom, I was thinking about what to serve with the grilled lamb chops. What do you think about au gratin potato casserole and roasted mixed vegetables? We have green bell peppers, squash, onions and mushrooms. I could slice them into strips and drizzle 'em with a little olive oil and oven roast 'em. The flavors should go well with the lamb."

"That'd be very nice. Susan doesn't have any of that on her menu so it'd be something different."

As lunchtime approached, I prepared the charcoal but planned to wait until Susan arrived before lighting it. Pam worked on the potatoes and then put the casserole in the oven to bake while she prepped the veggies.

Susan arrived just a few minutes after noon. I met her at the car with a hug and smile.

"Tom, I'm so glad you're happy. When I met Pam yesterday, I just knew she was the one."

"What do you mean?"

"I'll tell you later." I opened the door for Susan and we entered the house.

Pam yelled, "Susan, welcome! Tom, can you take her coat? I am so glad you could come. Oh, I love that outfit you're wearing."

I took Susan's coat and laid it on our bed. She had a folder of papers with her and I wondered about that.

Pam said, "Tom, if you're ready, go ahead and get the charcoal going. It's going to be another 20 minutes before the potatoes are ready."

I walked to the back porch and lit the briquettes. When I returned, I saw Pam and Susan hugging. I wondered what was going on.

"Susan was just telling me about your parents and how sweet they are. I told her I couldn't wait to meet them someday." I smiled but that's not why they were hugging.

When lunch was ready, we sat at the table and gorged ourselves on very tender lamb chops, flavorful au gratin potatoes and veggies fresh from the oven. All of us had Stellas.

"Tom, has your mom or dad mentioned that we're retiring early next year?"

"NO! I had no idea. So after 40 years, you're calling it quits?"

"Yeah, we're ready. Carl will be 72 in March and I'm just a year younger. It's time for us to start taking it easier."

"What about the diner?"

"We're selling it. You know Tony. He's buying it from us and it'll continue on like it is."

"Tony's been cooking for you a long time."

"Over 20 years. For the last four years, he's been paying us a little at a time to buy the place. Carl and I are thrilled he wanted it. We think he and his wife will run it better than we did."

"Do your regulars know yet?"

"A few of our closest friends know. I told your mom and dad this summer. They surprised us with an invitation to go on a cruise with them."

"Fantastic! They always have a good time on the ships. Where are you going?"

"Alaska, next September. Your dad said that we'd see whales that time of the year. We've never been on a cruise so really don't know what to expect."

"I've not been on one either but I understand they feed you well."

After the carrot cake, which was a big hit with Susan (and me again), Pam asked that we move to the family room and enjoy the fire.

Once seated, Susan spoke, "Tom, the main reason Pam invited me here today is that I have a lot of messages for you from Lydia."

"WHAT?" A sudden overwhelming chill raced through my body. I looked at Pam. I could see tears welling in her eyes. I could feel that tingling heat starting and fought to keep from fainting. I suddenly started shaking as tears came to my eyes.

"I know that you never knew this but she called me many times after you had left for work. You see, I had breast cancer many years ago. Lydia knew that and she needed a confidant, which I became. Cancer is such a terrible burden that it really helps to have someone who's been there and fought it successfully."

"You're right, I had no idea." The tears started rolling down my cheeks.

"In this file are all the records I kept of her calls and what she had to say. Before she died, she asked me to give these to you under certain circumstances."

"What circumstances?"

"We'll get to that in just a moment.

"I understand that Lydia and you learned of her cancer on December 21, 2006."

"That's right. It was just before Christmas. I remember how devastated we were just when we should have been celebrating."

Susan checked her notes. "Lydia called me on January 3rd, 2007, and explained her diagnosis. We talked about our feelings as I'd gone through the same thing many years earlier. She told me how upset you were and how worried she was about you.

"Her operation was in early February and her next call to me was February 25th. She had learned that the cancer had spread to her lymph system and that it was likely to be terminal. Amazingly, she was not worried about herself. She said she had a dream and in that dream, she saw an angel. It told her that she was assured of eternal life. That relieved her and gave her the inner peace she needed."

I looked at Pam and she was crying. I looked back at Susan and saw tears in her eyes.

"I'll skip over the next few calls but I'll give these notes to you to read later.

"The next really important call was on September 20, 2007. She was so excited when she called that I wasn't sure at first if it was Lydia. It was early in the morning and you were out of town for some reason.

"She had been visited in a dream again. The angel or messenger told her that you, Tom, would be fine after her death. This messenger knew that Lydia was concerned about leaving you behind. Lydia learned from him that you would meet another woman and be happy. She was ecstatic."

I choked back tears and responded, "I think it was about that time that I noticed a major change in her. She seemed happier and more at ease with her situation. She told me several times that she wanted me to re-marry after her death; but I didn't want to think about that."

"In all, there are 42 calls that I documented up until about a month before she died in July 2009. Now let me stop and say that the chemo drugs can cause weird and unusual dreams. So I just wrote down what she told me, no matter what it was.

"The call that makes a big difference came on your birthday in 2008. She called at 10:00am and told me about a very vivid dream. She had been visited again. In this dream, the messenger was much more specific. He said that on your third birthday, after her spirit was in the place of eternal life, that you, Tom, would come to this cabin and meet a young woman."

I screamed, "NO WAY!" I looked at Pam and she stood and came to sit beside me. We held hands and cried. I was totally shocked and my mind was numb.

Susan continued, "She asked the messenger if you and the young women would be married and have the children that you always wanted. The messenger said that you and the young women would have to decide that. He told her that God creates the opportunity but does not force the outcome."

I was speechless.

"Tom, Lydia loved you more that life. Most of her thoughts during her last year were about you and how you would deal with her death. As we all know, the two of you came here every year to celebrate your birthdays. But you always came on her birthday, which is next week. She told me in February 2009 that she had asked you to begin coming on your birthday."

"She did. November 2008 was the last time we came here together. She was quite sick even then and she told me that she wanted me to come on my birthday every year and celebrate our marriage. And I promised her I would but I never knew why she asked that. She never said an angel had visited her just a week before." Pam looked at me and smiled. We now understood our dreams.

"When you walked in with Pam yesterday, I just knew that Lydia's dream had become reality. I asked Pam when she came to the restroom if she first met you at the cabin. She finally admitted that was the case. I then assured her that she was led there and I told her about Lydia's dream. We agreed that I would come here today and explain everything to you.

"Lydia asked me to give you these records only after you had met the young lady. That way, you would know for a fact that God loves you."

I sat there with Pam in my arms, crying. After several minutes, I finally composed myself enough to continue.

"Susan, I really appreciate you being there for her. She and I talked many times about her pending death. I really didn't want to dwell on it as long as there was a chance the chemo would work. We gave up on that in the summer of 2008. I always knew she would go to heaven but I was selfish and wanted her for myself here on earth. I had no idea she was confiding in you but I'm glad she was. You probably helped her more than anyone."

"I don't know about that. She always talked about the care and attention you gave her, especially when she became bed-ridden. I don't think a husband could have done any more than you did.

"Well, I need to be going. I'm sure you two have a lot to talk about. I'll be praying for you both and the decisions you have to make." She stood and hugged Pam and me for a long time. We all cried.

I escorted Susan to her car and we hugged again. She promised to stay in touch and I promised to stop by the diner before we left.

When I entered the cabin, I saw that Pam had added wood to the fire and was sitting on the sofa staring at the flames. I walked over and sat next to her. We looked at each other and embraced.

I asked, "Well, what do we do now? What are you thinking?"

"Tom, I don't know what to think. I now know that all of this was not a coincidence and that this is serious. This is the first time that I must get serious about life and the future. I've used the word 'scary' several times this week but now I'm really scared. What if it doesn't work out?"

"Lydia and I dated for three years and we gradually fell in love over that time. You and I have known each other for three days. I think we need some time together to see if true love develops and that we want to fully commit our lives to each other."

"I completely agree. So what do we do?"

"When you came on to me like a sex-starved woman yesterday afternoon, was it because of what Susan had told you?"

"Partly. But I was a sex-starved woman. Unlike some women, I need frequent sex. I love sex. When a lover is not available, I use the battery powered one. When Susan told me about Lydia's dream, I was both thrilled and scared.

"The thrill was from the fact that our relationship was meant to be. I felt a great freedom to come on to you, which I really wanted to do anyway. I was scared that you would reject me."

"Why would I reject you?"

"She was a lot better person than me. From what you said about Lydia, I knew I could never live up to her standards. I've had many guys between my legs but she was totally committed to you. I felt like a piece of crap compared to her."

"Pam, you're the real deal. Sure Lydia was different from you, but that doesn't mean that she was perfect and you're not. To me, you're perfect in a different way. Yes, I'm sure you've had a lot of experience with sex and that's fine. You are exciting, full of life and you really showed a lot of compassion for me the last few days. With your beauty and personality, it would have been easy for you to take a different path that would pay lots of money, but you didn't. You worked in a restaurant and lived the best you could on hard work, not your beauty and sexuality.

"I want you to come with me to Chattanooga. My house is big and rambling so you'll have your own space to the degree you want it. Is that OK?"

She paused and thought for a moment.

"Yes, I'd like that. Maybe I could even go back to school if you could loan me the money."

"Of course, I think that would be wonderful."

"But I don't want to live off of you. I insist on getting a job and having an income. Do you agree?"

"Whatever you want. Work is a blessing and I think it will help you to be busy and interact with others."

"The one thing I know I want to do soon is to go visit with my mom. Would you go with me?"

"Be glad to. When do you want to go?"

"Let me call her now and maybe we can go tomorrow."

"Oh, that quick. OK."

She went to the bedroom for her phone. I could hear the conversation from the family room.

"Hi mom.

"Yes, I'm fine.

"I know, I should've called you before now. I'm sorry. Are you OK?

"I'm with a friend in Georgia.

"No, I quit the job in Charlotte and came here.

"Well, that's one reason for my call. Are you going to be home tomorrow?

"Good. I'd like to bring my friend and come see you.

"Yes, it's a boyfriend.

"We'll probably stay the night, if you don't mind.

"Oh, she will?

"Good. I really need to see her.

"OK, we'll be there for lunch.

"Thanks mom. We'll see you tomorrow.

"I love you too.

"Bye."

She returned and said, "It's set. She was glad I called and wanted to come see her. My sister Jerri is arriving tomorrow night for a visit. So you'll get to meet the entire family."

"Wonderful. What time do you want to leave?"

"Mom wants us to come for lunch. I think it'll take about three or four hours from here."

"So let's leave about 7:00 and we can stop for breakfast along the way."

"As long as I have some coffee to get me going."

We sat and talked the rest of the afternoon and snacked on leftovers for dinner. We slept together again that night; but we just cuddled and talked till we fell asleep. There was now a lot more to consider about our relationship than just sex.

End of Chapter 3 -- Stay tuned for Chapter 4 coming soon.



A Miracle at the Cabin Ch. 04



Please read the previous chapters prior to this one to understand the story to this point. None of these chapters are stand-alone. Remember, this is fiction.

Enjoy. 





I heard the alarm scream at 6:00am and struggled with the bedcovers to reach it.  Pam turned to me and opened one eye, trying to focus on what just happened. "Damn, that alarm's loud." 

We both collapsed back into our pillows and stared at the ceiling.  The room was dark at this time of the morning. She asked, "Do we have to get up yet?" 

"Why don't you lay here a bit longer and I'll turn the coffee on." 

I donned my robe and house shoes, headed to the bathroom and began to empty my overloaded bladder.  Pam must have heard my water running as she came quickly. "Hurry, I've got to go."  She began fidgeting and kind of dancing from one foot to the other as she waited. I watched her breasts bouncing up and down and took my time. 

"Hurry Tom!" 

I finally got out of her way; she quickly lowered the seat and let it fly.  She looked at me and I grinned. She asked, "I suppose this is not too romantic, is it?"  All I could do was laugh.  We had only known each other four days and she was already comfortable enough to pee in my presence. 

While she was wiping, I walked to the kitchen and hit the "on" button. I always prepared the coffee for brewing the night before.  Just as the brew cycle was ending, Pam walked in.  She again had on that beautiful robe that'd belonged to Lydia. 

We finally kissed and she wrapped one arm around my waist and laid her head on my chest.  I handed her a cup.  She reached up and kissed me again. "Thanks sweetheart." 

I asked, "Did you have any dreams last night?"

"Not that I remember.  Yesterday was mentally exhausting and I just collapsed into a deep sleep, I suppose. What about you?" 

"No. I thought about Lydia for a long time before dozing off.  I was surprised she never told me about confiding in Susan.  We talked about everything, I thought, during those last two years but she never talked about those dreams." 

"You said that she seemed happy and unconcerned about her pending death." 

"Yes, she was.  I attributed that to her faith and trying to put up a good front for me. I knew she was concerned about me and worried about what I'd do after she was gone." 

Pam conjectured, "Maybe by doing it the way she did, she was making sure you knew it was for real and not just some hallucination caused by the chemo.  Both of us know there's no way this could be faked. For some reason, God brought us together.  I don't know why He chose me, I sure wasn't being a good little girl."

"And I certainly don't know why I was allowed to meet such a wonderful young lady."

Pam thought for a few moments, as if trying to make sure she wanted to say something.  "Tom, do you really, really think I'm all that wonderful? I mean, I've slept around with several men, disobeyed and dishonored my parents and hardly even have a family because I chased them all away. I probably was the major cause of my dad dying so young. I was selfish and egotistical and, to be frankly honest, I was dumb as shit."  

I could see tears welling in her eyes. I wrapped both arms around her and pull her head to my chest again. 

"I admit, you've probably had your moments, but we all have in one form or another. What matters is the future. I think God sees in you some of the things I see in you. You love people. You have a great compassion for others who are struggling. You realize you did make mistakes and are working to move past them. I think you've asked for forgiveness in your own way and He forgave you." 

"I truly hope so. I've done a lot in my past that needs forgiveness." 

We kissed again and walked hand-in-hand to the bedroom to shower and dress. 

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As soon as we reached Interstate 85, we started looking for a place to eat. 

I asked, "Any place special you like?" 

"Not really. Cracker Barrel is usually pretty good if we can find one." 

We finally saw one at Exit 129 and pulled off into the parking lot.  It was fairly busy but we were seated right away. 

Pam opted for a western omelet and I had the Old Timer's breakfast with turkey sausage, scrambled eggs and grits.  

As we sipped coffee and waited for the food to come, I said, "You seemed very quiet in the car this morning.  Are you worried about going home?"  

"Yeah, I am. The last time I was there, my mom and I got into a really big argument about my lifestyle and my future.  She was right and I was wrong, that's what hurts so much. I have to look her in the eye and apologize and tell her that. She didn't deserve any of the abuse I gave her." 

I reached across the table and held her hand.  "She will forgive you and love you unconditionally, Pam. I remember some of my rebellious periods and how I put my mom and dad through hell with my words and actions. Thankfully, that stuff is behind us and we learned from it. Moms and dads seem to have an infinite supply of forgiveness."  

After leaving the restaurant, we made our way up I-85 and finally saw an exit for Greenville.  Pam said, "Take the next exit and then turn left." 

I followed her turn-by-turn instructions for another six or seven miles as we drove farther into the foothills.  The mountains here aren't as tall as the Smoky Mountains but are still stately.  Finally, we arrived and she directed me up a long gravel lane to the house. 

Her mother heard our car coming and came out on the porch as we drove up.  She waved as I parked the car. 

Much to my surprise, Pam burst from the car and ran at top speed to her mom. They stood on the porch, hugged and kissed for several minutes; exchanging whispered thoughts that I couldn't hear.  I gave them the privacy they needed but Pam finally turned and yelled for me to come. 

Mrs. Davis started greeting me as I walked up the steps. "Welcome! Thank you for bringing Pam home."  Both had tears rolling down their cheeks.  

Between sniffles, Pam formally introduced us, "Mom, this is Tom Sumter. Tom, this is my mom Ruth." We briefly hugged. 

"I'm very pleased to meet you Tom."  

"Ruth, I am very happy to meet you. Pam has told me a lot about you and this farm. It certainly is a pretty place."  I glanced at Pam and she appeared to be very relieved. 

"Thank you. Please come in out of the cold."  We walked into the living room. This was obviously an old and very traditional farmhouse.  The ceilings were quite high which helped cool the house in the summer before air conditioning was invented.  There were fireplaces at two locations in the large living room.  Just beyond and to the left appeared to be the kitchen.  I could smell various spicy fragrances from the lunch Ruth was preparing. 

"Please have a seat Tom. I have some cooking on and just need to check it."  Pam and her mom walked together to the kitchen.  

I walked around the room and looked at photos, mementos and all the little knickknacks that tend to find their way into our lives.  Several photos were of the two girls at various ages.  Both Pam and Jerri were beautiful, even as young girls.  

Only one of the fireplaces was burning. I stood with my back to it and the flames warmed my trouser legs and hands.  

Occasionally, I could hear snippets of the conversation in the kitchen. 

"Well, he sure is handsome."

"Chattanooga?" 

"Oh, I'm so happy for that." 

"Share a bedroom?" 

"She's flying in from Houston tonight."

"We can go together." 

I decided to join them so I walked to the doorway and knocked on the open door. 

"Come on in Tom.  Sorry for the mess.  Pam was just telling me a bit more about you." 

I joked, "So does that mean I have to leave now?" Both laughed. 

"No, of course not. It sounds to me like she thinks a lot of you. She says you can even cook." 

"Not me! I enjoy puttering around the kitchen but I just stand back and watch when Pam takes over.  You did a wonderful thing by teaching her to cook." 

Ruth stood at the range and stirred whatever was in the pot. She turned and smiled, "Both girls spent time in the kitchen but I had the impression it was more like a jail sentence than a classroom." 

I smiled as Pam said, "MOM! You know we loved to be in here with you."

"Yes, but that was because the alternative was out in the fields with your dad." 

Pam replied, "Well..." 

I commented, "So she learned to cook by default."  I smiled as they laughed. 

"Tom, do you like vegetable soup?" 

"I love it, and my mouth is watering as I stand here."

"I always add some steak and sausage and let it simmer for several hours so all the flavors blend."

"Mom is also baking her wonderful sour dough bread. Wait till you taste it. 

"It's going to be about 20 minutes before the bread is out. Let's unload our luggage." 

"Sure, please excuse us Ruth."  She smiled and turned back to her soup. 

As we walked to the car, Pam put her hand inside my arm and said, "You were exactly right. It was like our last argument never happened. I can't believe she was so happy to see me."  I just smiled. 

As I unloaded the two overnight bags we brought, Pam asked, "Is it OK if we stay an extra day?  I was thinking we'd just stay tonight and go back tomorrow afternoon. But I think I want to stay longer. My sister is going home on Saturday."

"Sure, I just need to wash a shirt and underwear. The jeans will be fine for another day." 

"Do you have to wear underwear?"  I glanced and saw that devious grin I was learning to love. 

"I suppose not." 

"Good, you never know when this sex-starved lady will attack. The fewer layers I have to remove, the better."  She leaned into me and we kissed. 

I carried our bags upstairs. There was a long central hallway with bedrooms on both sides. Whoever designed the house planned for maximum ventilation during the summer months. There were windows at each end of the hall to create a nice breezeway.  Pam led me to one of the bedrooms. 

"Mom was concerned that I wanted us to sleep together. So I told her you'd be here in the guest room and I'd sleep in my old room.  Jerri will be in her old room.  Of course, I can visit you at night, just to make sure you're OK."  Again, that devious grin I found so charming. 

"You're cute."

She replied, "If you think I'm cute, wait till you see Jerri.  You'll probably want to do nightly visits to her room." 

"You're more than I can handle, plus she's an old married lady." 

"Yeah, but she loves sex as much as I do. I'll bet anything that you'll hear a lot of buzzing in her room after she meets you. Maybe I should lay a spare set of batteries on her nightstand."  She grinned again. 

"When does she arrive?" 

"Her plane lands at 5:00. She's on Southwest from Houston.  The airport is only 45 minutes from here and I told mom we'd all go together to pick her up.  Maybe we can have dinner somewhere." 

"Absolutely. We don't want to be a burden on your mom." 

"There's a nice restaurant named Soby's on Main St. They have really good Southern style food but with a contemporary twist. Lots of different food combinations and really good." 

"Sounds great. I always like to check out what other good restaurants are doing." 

"I'll call and make a reservation for 6:00. That should give us time to get her luggage and drive to the restaurant." 

We walked down to the kitchen and got there just as Ruth was ladling the soup. The loaves of bread looked fantastic, as good as any bakery bread I'd seen.  We took our bowls and a basket of the bread to the dining room, which was next to the living room and on the front of the house. The large front windows let in a lot of sunlight. Ruth had made ice tea and we each had a large glass of water. 

We sat down and Ruth said she wanted to ask the blessing. We bowed our heads and held hands. 

"Our Father, thank you so much for bringing Pam home. It means the world to me that she and Tom are here. I ask that Jerri have a safe trip in and that this family reunion will be perfect in every way. Bless this food and us to your service. Amen." 

I looked over at Pam and saw her wiping a tear away as she said, "Thank you, mom." 

The soup was very flavorful-a little spicy but with a rich vegetable taste that comes from using the best ingredients and simmering a long time. The sour dough was one of the best I've tasted.  I was amazed she could get such a wonderful hard crust using a home oven. 

"Pam, could you learn how to make this bread?  I'm blown away by its taste and texture. And the soup is delicious."  I looked at Ruth and added, "You madam, are a marvelous cook."  She beamed and thanked me.  

She looked at Pam. "I can give you some of the sour dough starter if you'd like." 

"I'd love that, mom." 

After lunch, Pam and I washed the dishes and the pot while Ruth put the leftovers away. Once everything was in its place, Pam called the restaurant and made the reservation. That time was fine.  

Ruth said, "Let go to the living room and enjoy the fire. I want to get to know you a little better Tom." 

Pam and I sat on the sofa facing the fire and Ruth was in her favorite chair to our right.  Pam took my hand.  

"So Pam tells me that you two recently met and that she's really impressed with you."

"The feeling is mutual. You raised a wonderful young lady." 

"She's a wonderful daughter. We've had our rough patches, like all families do; but that's all behind us now. Pam is a very passionate person. She and Jerri can be the sweetest people in the world but they can also fight like two wildcats." 

"MOM! That's all behind us.  I've changed my ways."

"I'm sure you have, sweet. So Tom, she tells me you live in Chattanooga."

"Yes, just outside the city on a hill overlooking the valley." 

"What do you do for a living?" 

"I own a few restaurants and a retail store that sells kitchen equipment and supplies."

"Pam, why didn't you tell me I'd be cooking for a restaurant owner?"

"Just because I own them, doesn't make me a food critic."  

"OK. I don't want to embarrass myself too much." 

"I was serious earlier. You're a great cook. I'm just thrilled that you taught Pam."  

"Pam told me that you're nine years old than her."

I thought that might come up so I prepared myself for the speech.

"That's exactly the same age difference between her dad and me. I'm very relieved that she now has a more mature, experienced and settled guy in her life." 

Wow-instant relief. 

"Ruth, I'm glad you think that. I was concerned that you'd think I was too old for her." 

"Of course not. Richard and I had a great marriage. He was a wonderful husband and provided well for us. He worked very hard both on and off the farm and I miss him.  We were married almost 25 years before his heart attack. Have you been married?" 

"Yes, my wife died from breast cancer two years ago. She was 29." 

"Oh my! That's awful. I'm so sorry." 

"I still miss her; but like you said a few minutes ago, that's behind us.  Pam and I are looking to the future."  Ruth smiled and nodded her head. I continued, "Tell me about your farm." 

"Well, we have a little over 150 acres. It's hilly but the cattle don't seem to mind. We have two good spring-fed creeks and some good timber.  I only have about 35 head but the calves bring in enough to pay the taxes and provide what little cash I need. Richard's great-grandfather bought this land and built the house in the 1890's." 

"Pam indicated that you might want to sell it."  

"Yeah, it's getting to be more expensive to operate and the taxes are going up.  There have been a few people who indicated an interest so I might let it go.  I don't think either Pam or Jerri want it so it's probably time to move on." 

"Do you mind if I take a walk and see it?"  

"No, of course not.  Pam will be glad to show you around. Be careful with that bull. He's a new one and I'm not sure I trust being around him yet."   

We visited a few more minutes and then Pam and I put on jackets and walked out the back door.  

She took my arm and we walked to the first outbuilding as the chickens scattered in front of us.  "This is the tool shed. Dad kept all his farm tools and some of the tractor equipment in here." 

I opened the door and smelled the distinctive odor of dried grass, motor oil and grease. But there was something else familiar in the air. "Did he store black walnuts in here?" 

"Yes, how did you know?" 

"I can still smell them. They're very distinctive." We looked under several boards and some old empty boxes and found a bushel of hulled nuts still there. "These will still be good. Feel how heavy they are. Why don't we take them back to the cabin if your mom doesn't want 'em."

"I'll ask her." 

"I love their flavor and the shelled nuts are hard to find." 

As I turned around, Pam put her arms around me and we kissed several times.

"The next spot I want to show you is our barn loft.  The hay is so soft and one of my fantasies has been to entertain a young man, just like you, in the hay." 

"Show me the way." 

We walked about 100 yards down a lane to an old gray barn.  As we entered, the smell of cattle and hay permeated the air.  There was a ladder built into the structure leading straight up to the loft.  Pam started up.

"Hold on right there." She was two rungs up and her butt was at my eye level. "Undo your jeans."  She turned and glared down at me.  Then she realized what was coming and grinned. Since she needed to hold onto the ladder with at least one hand, she turned so I could help release her belt and unbutton her jeans.  She then turned to face the ladder as I eased them off her lovely ass and down her legs to rest around her ankles.  Her bikini panties were next.  I slowly pulled them down to show her firm round butt cheeks in all their sexy glory. 

She separated her legs and that allowed me to work my hand and tongue into her crack and play with her anus while I pushed up on her cheeks. Our senses were overloaded, my cock started to swell and she started moaning.  After a couple of minutes, I asked her to turn around so I could attack her clit. 

"Tom, be careful. Remember, I'm in my period."  She held the ladder with her hands behind her. 

I carefully spread her legs again as she stood on the ladder. I parted her pubic hair and slowly licked her clit hood. The musty smell emanating only added to my excitement. With my fingers, I was able to expose her clit and to gently touch it. I alternated between lightly caressing it and pressing hard on it, all with my tongue. I occasionally would stop and blow gently on her pussy. She shivered every time. My mouth was now fully covering her clit as my tongue massaged it. I reached around and clasped her butt cheeks and pulled them apart to let my fingers explore. 

"Damn, that feels good. Oooohhh. Oh Tom! Don't stop. Harder. Right there. Oh my god. Yes! Oh Jesus. Right there. Harder, Harder. Holy shit, Tom, I'm cuming. HARDER!  Oh my god, Oh my god."  She was squirming, sucking in air through her teeth and breathing deeply while her butt cheeks clinched my fingers.  

Suddenly, she let out a loud scream and water shot out of her pussy into my mouth and onto my face and clothes. I had never seen that before. I'd heard and read about women squirting as they climaxed but Lydia or the others I dated never did it. 

Her ejaculation soaked her jeans and the front of mine. She went limp and her knees buckled. She started to fall from the ladder until I caught her. I helped her down but her rapid breathing through her open mouth continued and her eyes were not quite focused.  

I held her close as she came off the climax and regained her strength.  

She whispered, "That's only the second time in my life I've squirted. The first time was with a new vibrator called the Rabbit. I've had other guys lick my clit and finger my ass but they never caused me to squirt.  What is it about you?"




A Miracle at the Cabin Ch. 04



"Maybe it's the barn ladder, or you're relaxed and very happy being here with your mom. Maybe it's the smell of the hay or that you find me totally charming and irresistible!" She grinned.

"It's got to be those last two. Whatever caused it, that was AMAZING!"

I suggested, "Let's get your clothes on and walk around some to let 'em dry." 

I held her waist while she reached down to pull up the panties and jeans from around her ankles. Only the front part and one leg were wet. My shirt and jeans were also wet but only a little had hit my jacket. 

We decided to postpone the hayloft visit till another day. Instead we walked down a hill and over into the next valley. There was a cool breeze blowing. Even thought it was the beginning of winter, there was still green grass in the pasture and we could see the cattle grazing down near one of the creeks.  We kept an eye out for the bull but he seemed to be focused on other matters. 

We turned and walked around the crest of a second hill and down to another creek bed in the next pasture. This was a serene and very pretty place. From this spot, there were no houses or man-made structures in sight, in any direction.  We saw a great blue heron in the creek and it watched us warily before flying in the other direction.  

After about an hour, it seemed that our clothes were dry enough for no one to notice so we headed back to the house. 

As we walked, I asked, "So you're not interested in keeping the farm." 

"No, not really.  It was a good place to grow up and my childhood was very happy here. But everywhere I look, I remember dad and that brings to mind how badly I hurt him.  If mom wasn't here, I don't think I'd ever want to come back."

We walked in the back door and Ruth was still enjoying the fire while reading a newspaper.  "Did you get the grand tour?" 

"I sure did. The hills and valleys are beautiful with lots of water."  Pam looked at me and frowned at the obvious double meaning. 

"Mom, we're going up to change our clothes for the airport and dinner."

"I need to change too. We need to leave in about an hour." 

We walked upstairs and to my bedroom.  Pam closed the door and we kissed. "Let's get out of these dirty clothes and take a bath."  

"I saw the old bath tub. It's been many years since I had a true bath. Showers are so easy." 

"Yeah, but this old house never had showers. But we could bathe together."

"Let's do it. By the way, where's your mom's bedroom?" 

"Oh, there's a large bedroom behind the living room and it's on the back side of the house. There's also a nice bath down there. So we have a lot of privacy up here." 

She walked down the hall to the bathroom. I could hear the water as she started filling the tub.  In just a moment, she appeared at the door with her change of clothes.  I picked out mine and then followed her to the bath.  

Once the door was closed, Pam decided to pee.  "If I don't do it now, I'll have to jump out of the tub and do it. It always happens." 

"Do you have to take the tampon out before bathing?" 

"No, but I'll have to change it when I get out." 

While the water was still running she added bubble bath, which worked quickly. I held her hand as she stepped into the large tub.  She sat on one end and I sat on the other.  We stared at each other and grinned.  I suddenly felt her foot working its way between my legs.  As it reached my balls and her toes started rubbing against them, I could feel my cock starting to grow. 

"Oh, I think I feel something hard. Are you glad to see me?" 

"My cock and your toes seem to be communicating." 

I could feel her other foot joining the party and her toes stroked slowly up and down the hard shaft. 

"Pam, why are you torturing me like this?" She just grinned. 

It wasn't long till I knew I was cuming and there was no way to stop it.  I grabbed the sides of the tub, stood up and jerked off over the edge onto the floor. She watched and laughed as I spurted stream after stream. 

"I'm glad you're entertained."  I sat down again and tried to resume my bath. 

Then I felt her hand on my foot.  Her breasts emerged from the bubbles as she sat up higher to gain some space.  She then picked up my foot and placed it on her crotch.  I could feel her fingers massaging my toes as she held it against her pussy. 

"Push hard." 

I pushed but not too hard and she started massaging her clit beneath my toes. Her other hand was on top of my foot and pressing it down and into her.  This continued for a couple of minutes and she closed her eyes, seeming to go into a mild trance. This was a quiet and mild orgasm. She shuddered only once and then it passed. 

Pam stared at me, smiled and continued massaging my foot.  

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As we dressed, I said, "I think we need to install one of these old tubs at the Chattanooga house. There's a lot to be said for them."  She giggled. 

Once ready, we walked downstairs and waited for her mom.  I separated what little wood was left in the fireplace so it would extinguish quicker. 

In just a few moments, Ruth walked in. She had on a lovely fall dress. I could see where the girls got their looks. She was a beautiful woman in very nice shape and still young in her mid-40's. Any man would be proud to be with her. 

I escorted the ladies to my car and opened the doors for them. Pam insisted that her mom sit up front with me. 

As we headed toward the airport, Pam asked, "Mom, when we were walking around, we found a bushel of black walnuts in the tool shed.  Do you want them for any reason or can I have them?"  

"Sweet, I didn't even know they were there.  I'd like a gallon or so. A friend of mine loves black walnut cake but I've not been able to find the nuts." 

Pam sensed an opening, "Now is this friend a woman or a man?" 

Ruth paused and said, "It's a man."  I glanced over at Ruth. She was looking straight ahead but was smiling.  I glanced in the mirror at Pam and she obviously was trying not to laugh. 

She got control long enough to say, "Now mom, tell me about this man."  

"Well, he lives a couple of miles down the road and we go to church together. He lost his wife to cancer last year.  We've become good friends." 

"How good?"

"PAM! That's not something I'm ready to talk about." 

"OK, just remember if you need any advice on how to please a man, don't call me. Maybe Tom can help you." 

"You keep me out of this. I'm sure Ruth has everything under control."  I again glanced at Ruth and she was looking straight ahead and still smiling.  I looked in the mirror again and Pam had her hand over her mouth and was shaking as she tried not to laugh. 

We arrived at the airport and parked in the short-term lot. All of us went to the arrival area to await Jerri.  

About ten minutes later, the doors opened and people flooded through, looking for their loved ones, a driver or for baggage claim.  Jerri was in the middle of the pack and started waving to us when she saw Ruth and Pam. 

"Hi guys."  She hugged her mom and then Pam. 

Pam then put her arm inside mine, "Jerri, I want you to meet Tom. Tom, this is Jerri." 

She noticed me for the first time.  "PAM! I had no idea you were seeing someone. Tom, it's a pleasure to meet you."  I expected a handshake but she insisted on a hug. 

She was indeed beautiful. Long auburn hair, very wavy like Pam's and it had a brilliant luster.  Jerri was approximately 5'7", which was just a bit taller than Pam. They shared very similar facial features, including the same gorgeous blue eyes, but Jerri had a couple of very sexy dimples.  Like Pam, she was very curvy and not an ounce overweight.  

"My honor, Jerri. Pam has told me a lot of good things about you." 

"Wow, that's a shock. Are you sure it was this Pam?" 

"Tom, I haven't told you about her dark side yet."  We all laughed as Ruth butted in. 

"Now girls, don't get started picking at each other until we at least get home." Pam and Jerri hugged again and both told each other how good it was to be together. 

As we waited for Jerri's baggage, Pam told her that we were going to Soby's for dinner. 

"Good, I've not been there in a couple of years. Is Jimmy still the manager?"

Pam responded, "I've no idea. You've been there since I was." 

"You remember that night with Jimmy?" 

Pam grabbed her arm and said, "Shhhhh! Don't bring that up." 

Ruth asked, "What are you two talking about?" 

"Nothing mom." 

The luggage finally arrived and I rolled it to the car. We drove back to Greenville with Ruth up front and the two sisters in the back. I could hear some soft whispering going on back there but just ignored it.  I glanced in the mirror just once and saw the two of them giggling and holding their mouths closed with their hands. 

We arrived at Soby's and the valet took our car.  The restaurant was in the restored part of town and was housed in an old mill building. Very nice appearance and it fit perfectly with the old town character they were trying to achieve. 

The hostess escorted us to the table, which was in the center of the room.  I casually scanned the other tables and every male eye in the place was locked onto Jerri, Pam and Ruth. Even some of the women were staring. 

As we studied the menu, a guy a few years younger than me walked over.  Pam saw him first. "Hi Jimmy, good you see you."  

"It's great to see y'all again. It's been too long. Hi, Mrs. Davis."

"Hi Jimmy." 

Jimmy leaned over and gave both Pam and Jerri kisses on their offered cheeks. As Pam introduced me I stood and shook hands with him. 

"Tom, you have a lovely trio of tablemates tonight. I'm glad y'all came in." 

"Thanks Jimmy."  We returned to our menus as he walked away. 

For starters, we decided to split the Lobster Mac & Cheese with white truffle Parmesan streusel and the Hudson Valley Foie Gras on cinnamon bun French toast with huckleberry jam. 

As we enjoyed these delicious starters, Jerri started asking me many of the same questions that Ruth asked.  So I reviewed my life one more time. Then she threw a new one at me.  "Now exactly what are your intentions toward my baby sister?" 

Pam exclaimed, "JERRI!" 

I touched Pam's arm and said, "Hey, that's a fair question."  They all looked at me. 

"Pam and I met just recently and we've spent a lot of time together.  I think we both feel a connection and want to see how it develops.  I find her to be a fascinating young lady, full of life and energy and someone that I admire."  Pam was smiling. 

Jerri then looked at Pam and asked, "OK, what's special about Tom?"  

Pam pursed her lips and thought. "He's unlike anyone I've ever met. He's mature, fun, a great listener, a good cook, and he makes me feel important and wanted." She looked at me and continued, "I'm able to talk to him about anything and he's given me the wisest advice I've ever had.  We don't know yet if we're in love but we have a start toward that and we want to see how it develops."  

Jerri looked at me and smiled. "I think you've won my baby sister's heart." I smiled as Pam squeezed my hand.  I could tell that Ruth was pleased. 

The main courses arrived. Jerri had the shrimp and grits, low country style. The grits had small pieces of country ham and was made with a chardonnay cream sauce. Ruth had the North Carolina trout with creamy polenta and green beans. Pam had the duck breast with butternut squash ragout and mustard greens. I had a tough choice but finally decided on the hunter style rabbit confit leg, backstrap rabbit risotto, sweet peas, and carrots.  We shared bites of each other's dishes. It was all very good.  I decided to call one of my chefs the next day and have him think about adding rabbit to our menu. 

Our dinner conversation continued with discussion of my family and background, Jerri's husband David and their house in Houston and the future of the farm. Pam stayed away from Ruth's new beau but I had a feeling it would come up later.  

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Around 11:00pm, Ruth said she needed to call it a night and she wished all of us sweet dreams. 

Jerri, Pam and I continued to talk but soon decided we needed to head up to bed. All of us had a long day and we were tired.  

We took turns in the bathroom and headed to our beds.  All was quiet and I assumed that Pam had decided not to visit me when 12:30 came. 

Suddenly, I heard a soft tap on my door.  I opened it and found Jerri standing there in a short nightie and her panties. 

"Jerri!" 

"Can I come in?"  

I stammered, "Uhhh, sure." Thankfully, I had my underwear on. 

"Now don't get excited, Tom. I just want to talk."  

My quick prayer was suddenly answered when the door opened again and Pam walked in.  She also had on a short nightie and panties. 

Pam exclaimed, "Well it sure didn't take long for you two to hook up."  She had fire in her eyes. 

Jerri said, "Pam, it's not what you think. I just came in to ask Tom for some advice."

"Sure you did."  I expected Pam to attack her at any moment. 

I stepped between them and added, "Pam, I haven't touched her and she just came in a minute ago. I'd never cheat on you."  That seemed to calm her down and a silence filled the room but I could still feel the angry tension.  

I asked, "Can we sit down and talk about this and hear what Jerri has to say." 
They both continued to glare at each other.  

There were no chairs in the room so I suggested we sit on the bed.  I climbed up first and sat on the pillows. Pam sat next to me and Jerri sat at the foot of the bed. All of us sat cross-legged. Jerri's perfectly shaped tanned legs and her thinly covered pussy was very distracting so I tried to focus on her eyes.  

I broke the silence and asked, "Jerri, what do you want to discuss?" 

Jerri looked at Pam and then me, "My husband and I are thinking about a divorce." Pam gasped. "When Pam said tonight that you had given her great advice, I decided I needed to ask for some also."  Pam laid her hand on my leg and squeezed it.  She then crawled down to Jerri and hugged her. 

"I'm so sorry. I had no idea." 

"No one does. I came here this week to tell mom about our problems and seek her advice.  I still need to do that.  But then I was thinking earlier tonight that maybe Tom could take a more impersonal view of the situation and give me some ideas." 

Pam looked at me and responded, "A very wise person told me one time that it's easier to talk to a stranger than to a loved one." 

Again, silence engulfed us.  Pam then asked Jerri, "Is it OK if I stay and hear the discussion?  I promise to keep it totally to myself and maybe there's some way I can help."

Jerri studied her face and finally agreed.  "My husband hasn't been faithful to me and I have to admit that I've not been faithful to him.  It started about three months ago. He had been working very late several nights in a row and I went to sleep without him. One morning, I found a note in his pants pocket from a woman named Brenda asking him to meet her at one of the bars.  I worried about it all day and confronted him with it that night. He said that Brenda was a co-worker and that she just wanted to have a drink and talk about a project they were estimating. That sounded plausible but I still had a nagging feeling about it. 

"A couple of days later, I called his office and asked for Brenda.  The operator said no one by that name worked there.  They only have the one office building so now I was really angry. But I decided to wait and see if anything else happened. 

"The following week, I could detect the fragrance of a strange perfume on one of his shirts. So I confronted him again.  He finally admitted that a woman had been coming on to him and that he'd had sex with her one time. But he started crying and promised me it was over and that he regretted it. 

"I was so mad I could have killed him. We didn't speak for several days and didn't have sex for several weeks. Pam, you know how I am about needing sex. You're the same way. I just kind of go crazy and don't think straight.  

"Anyway, there's a guy living behind us who's been out of work for a while. He's cute, not married and he's hit on me a few times.  I always told him I wasn't interested. But then, one morning I was sunning near the pool and one thing led to another and we ended up doing it in every possible position all day. That was some of the best sex I've ever had." 

I sat there and watched Jerri cry. Pam had her arm around her and tried to console her. 

Finally, the question came. "Tom, is there anyway you see for us to save our marriage?  I really don't want to leave him but I can't trust him and I know he shouldn't trust me."  

"Jerri, I'm not a marriage counselor and I just don't know all the answers. But let me say that honesty and a frank and open discussion with your husband is very important. He probably already knows that you need frequent sex and may have already guessed that after several weeks you were getting it somewhere else.  But guessing isn't the same as knowing and I think it would be wise for you to tell him how it happened. Since you're both guilty, I think that any true love you have for each other will survive and that you both need to be totally up front and honest about the causes of your straying. Has he given you any reason to think he's continued to be unfaithful?  

"No." 

"Then don't give up on him. Do you still love him? 

"Yes." 

"Even more reason to try again. Could I suggest that before you tell your mom about any of this and get her concerned that you call your husband and tell him you love him.  Tell him that you want to get away for a weekend and talk through all your mutual concerns and the future.  Ask him to take you to a nice resort for two or three days and just totally focus on each other.  I'll bet he'll come to his senses, if he hasn't already, and that you two will have a great, sex-filled weekend." 

"You really think so?"

"Jerri, other than Pam, you're the prettiest women I've ever seen.  You two women are amazing and so full of love.  No man would turn his back on you without thinking long and hard.  But with that beauty comes a responsibility that requires self-discipline. It is now gut-check time. If you truly feel that you can't be totally committed to one man, you should admit that to yourself and to him and then move on. You and your husband will only end up heartbroken if you try to live a lie."      

"Thanks Tom.  I like your ideas.  Pam, you're one lucky girl to have this man. I'm sorry to burden you with my problems." 

Pam and Jerri hugged again before she left.  Pam looked at me and said, "I'm sorry I assumed the worst when I saw you two. Thank you for trying to help her. Your advice also helped me." 

She walked to the door, turned the lights off and slipped under the covers with me. We held each other and kissed.  Pam was clearly too upset for any sex tonight. She turned on her side with her back to me and we spooned with my hand on her breast and her hand on my cock. 

End of Chapter 4. Stay tuned for Chapter 5 coming soon. It's a hot one. 



A Miracle at the Cabin Ch. 05



Please read the previous chapters before this one to understand the story up to this point. None of these chapters are stand-alone. This chapter does contain erotic scenes. 

Enjoy. 



I woke to the feel of my cock in someone's mouth. The velvet soft and warm wet tongue that pressed against and stroked the shaft captured my mind. I peeped with one eye to make sure it was Pam. It was. 

She saw me stir and whispered, "Good morning Mr. Wood." 

"Very funny." 

"You mean you're not Mr. Morning Wood?" 

"At this moment, I'm anyone you want me to be." She smiled, turned and straddled my chest and thrust her ass into my face. She must have been up long enough to wash because her pussy and ass had the fresh fragrance of Dove soap. She turned and looked at me. 

"You can dive in, my period ended last night."

"I thought it wouldn't be over till tomorrow." 

"It's crazy. Sometimes it lasts four days and sometimes six days. The average is five and that's what I was planning on. But when I started to change the tampon early this morning, it was clean. I'm now all yours and the welcome mat is out." 

At that moment, the chill from the morning air hit the moisture on my cock and my bladder screamed. 

"Pam, I've got to go pee. Can you give me a moment?"

"I'll go with you." 

I looked at her and frowned. "Why?" 

"Because you need my help." 

"Uh, uh, OK." Was this some sort of a new sex game she just invented? 

We walked to the bathroom and she stood next to me in front of the toilet. I looked at her and asked, "What are you doing?" 

"I just want to help." 

My bladder was yelling obscenities at my brain so I reached for my penis to direct the urgent flow. Pam shooed my hand away, wrapped her fingers around it and pointed it toward the toilet bowl. I stood there with my body resisting someone else's hand aiming my cock. I suddenly couldn't pee. 

"Go ahead, any time." 

"Pam, this takes some getting used to." I looked down at her small delicate hand on my aching cock and, finally, my mind let go of its death grip on the urethra. The flow started a few drips at a time, then a small steady stream and then a gusher.

"I knew you could do it." She watered all sides of the bowl with my cock like she was watering flowers with a garden hose. As my bladder pressure eased and the flow almost stopped, she took her hand away.

"Wait, you're not finished." 

"What do you mean?" 

"You've got to shake out the last few drops."

She wrapped her fingers around it again and started tugging. "Pam, you've got to shake it up and down." She finally got the hang of it and shook it as well as its ever been shaken. 

I laughed and asked, "Why did you do this?" 

"I just wondered what it was like to have a cock for pissing. When I pee, I seem to spray it all over my pussy and legs. You guys are lucky." 

"What brought this on all of a sudden?"

"Well....I was sitting here last night wiping my pussy and legs. Then I remembered yesterday morning when I had to watch you pee while I was dying to go. I just wanted to see what that'd be like."

"So is this going to be a regular thing I should expect?" 

"No, unless you want me too."

I laughed again and said, "Let me think about it." 

As soon as we re-entered my room, I lifted her into my arms. Pam squealed with excitement and wrapped her arms around my neck. With one arm under her knees and the other supporting her back, I carried her to our bed. 

As I laid her down, she smiled and held her arms out to embrace me. The room was very cool so I pulled the sheet and quilt over her. I slipped under the covers beside her and we hugged and kissed. Her hard nipples pushed into my chest. She reached for my cock and slowly brought it to life. Her eyes showed the mischievous excitement I would see many times in the future. 

Pam whispered, "That's the first time anyone has carried me to bed. I feel special." 

"You are special."

Just then her feet touched my leg. 

"Jeezz girl, those feet are like ice." 

She responded, "I'm sorry." 

"Let me warm them for you." 

I told her to turn away from me and bend her knees so that her feet were pointing back to my body. I slid down so they could be flat on my stomach, which is always one of the warmest parts of my body. I held them against me and massaged the tops with my warm hands. She relaxed as I rubbed her feet and ran my fingers between her toes. 

"That feels amazing. I could cum just from that." 

In a few minutes, her feet were almost back to normal temperature and she turned to face me. She quietly whispered, "I really, really need for you to eat me."

"Oh, now?" 

"Yes, I need you. Please." 

I crawled under the covers and moved between her firm warm legs. I made a little tent with my butt sticking up. I knew from previous quilt diving that I was going to need some fresh air so I created an air hole on the side. 

Since Pam remained covered by the sheet and quilt, she couldn't see anything I did. She could only feel the touches and experience the sensations as I tended to her body. 

She bent her knees toward her chest. I supported her legs with my hands under her knees and slowly spread them open. It was so dark under there I couldn't really see what I was doing; so I let my fingers and tongue scout the territory. Beginning on the insides of her smooth thighs, I kissed and licked up and down between her crotch and knees. While doing that, I had just one finger lying against her anus, slightly caressing it. 

I moved to her vulva and licked and kissed the valleys between her legs and the outer labia. She had a full bush and I had to stop twice to pull loose hair out of my mouth. She didn't seem to mind me stopping, as her moaning and fidgeting were non-stop. 

My kissing and licking continued on her outer and then inner labia. I used fingers of both hands to butterfly her inner labia, which opened the vagina and urethra area for my tongue. Her vaginal lubrication began to ooze as my tongue entered her tunnel and thrust toward the cervix while she twitched. Pam was now really squirming and the moans were getting louder. 

As my tongue explored the inside of her vagina, I rubbed her clit with my nose. It was warm and very hard so I knew she was ready. 

Then I focused everything on her clit. I touched it with my tongue and massaged it, alternating between light touches and hard, firm pressure using the entire strength of my muscular tongue. I sucked it between my teeth and gently nibbled it. Her vaginal fluid flow was now very heavy and was beginning to soak the sheet. She was quivering and breathing erratically with short quick breaths. As her orgasm approached, she grabbed at my hair and pulled like she was trying to force my head into her vagina. I moved down and inserted my nose into her vaginal opening and lightly licked her anus. Suddenly, she moaned loudly as her vagina started a rhythmic clinching and releasing of my nose and her anus sucked in and thrust out with each clinch. 

"Ooohhh GOD! Tom, Tom, rub my clit. RUB MY CLIT TOM! OH, OH! THAT's IT! OH GOD! 

The orgasm hit Pam like a truck. She jumped, twisted and whimpered trying to get away from my tongue. Her body bucked and bounced as she tried to close her legs and roll away. I held on to her legs and kept the full tongue pressure on her clit and my finger up her rectum. Her thighs gripped my head like a vice. She screamed as the tingling orgasmic heat singed every nerve in her body. 

After about 30 seconds she started to come down from the first climax but I was ready with the coup de grâce. I held her down and reached behind her engorged clit, into the hood, and massaged the tendon and nerves that led to and supported her clit. Using my thumb and index finger, I stroked it and milked a totally new orgasm that slammed her body once again. She screamed and bucked as she squirted and squirted, totally out of control. It was only then that I noticed I had also ejaculated a full load. What a mess! 

I threw off the covers and headed for a towel while Pam continued to writhe and moan uncontrollably. As I flung open the bedroom door to go to the bathroom, Jerri was standing there with her hand inside her soaked panties and a totally fucked look on her face. Of course, I was naked so I brushed right on by and ran to the bathroom as Jerri ran down the hall the other way to her bedroom. 

When I returned to the bedroom, Pam was struggling to get untangled from the sheet and blanket. I "helped" by throwing the covers over her head and began trying to sop up the water and semen. After a moment, she was able to crawl out from the covers once again and I got my first good look at her face. 

She was flushed bright pink and covered with perspiration. Her hair was matted and tears were rolling down her face.  

"What's wrong sweetheart?

She struggled but finally got out, "Not a damn thing." 

"Why are you crying?"

"I cry when I'm really happy." 

"So I did OK?"

"I don't have the words to describe what just happened." 

"Can you get up? I need to pull off the sheet and pad really quick."

She struggled out of bed and stood naked as I removed all the bed linens. It took a while to get the two sheets and pad off. The sheets were really tangled with the quilt. Pam still looked a bit dazed. 

Someone knocked lightly on the door and Pam, without even thinking, said to come in. In walked a fully clothed Jerri. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you'd be dressed."

I said, "That's OK. We don't have anything you haven't seen before." I walked over to get underwear as she talked. 

"I came to apologize." Of course, Pam had no idea why. "I was walking past your room and heard Pam screaming and moaning. It just got the best of me so I eavesdropped and I shouldn't have. I'm very sorry." 

Pam responded, "No problem. I probably would have done the same to you. I'm sorry I was so loud." 

Jerri nodded her head and turned to walk out. She stopped, turned to me and said, "I wish you'd teach David whatever it was that you did." She grinned, walked out and closed the door. 

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After we bathed, washed our hair and I shaved, we dressed and carried the bed linens down to the laundry room. As we loaded them into the washer, Ruth walked in and asked if she could help. 

"No thanks, mom. We had a little accident so I'm washing the sheets." 

Ruth smiled and commented, "Yeah, I heard the screaming. Brought back old memories." 

Pam and I looked at each other and all three of us laughed. 

"Are you two ready for breakfast?" 

I volunteered, "Let me take charge of that. Pam will be glad to help." 

"Mom, he makes wonderful pancakes. Do you have corn meal?" 

"I always have cornmeal, sweet. It's in the freezer so I'll pull it out." 

"Do you have any bacon or sausage?" 

"Of course dear. It's in the fridge."

Once the washer started filling, Pam and I headed to the kitchen. Jerri was already there making a pot of coffee. The girls hugged and kissed cheeks. Jerri and I just grinned at each other. 

"Tom's going to make the best pancakes you've ever tasted." 

"Great. So he really does cook." 

"No I don't. Making pancakes and grilling are not the same as cooking. Pam is a cook. I really just watch and try to stay out of her way." 

Pam replied, "Jerri, why don't we cook together this afternoon and create some interesting dishes like we once did?" 

"That'd be fun. Let me think about it and you do the same. After lunch, we can toss out ideas and decide what to do."

Then the devious Pam joined the discussion, "Maybe we could get mom to invite her boyfriend." 

Jerri exclaimed, "YES! Great idea. Where's mom?" 

I replied, "I think I saw her walking to the bedroom." 

Pam cut in, "Why don't we ask her at breakfast?"

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When the food was ready, the girls carried it into the dining room and Jerri went to get her mom. Once we were all assembled and said the blessing, everyone attacked the food.

Jerri commented, "These pancakes are wonderful. I saw you added cornmeal but what are the proportions?" 

"I substitute about a third of the flour with cornmeal. It's not precise and you can do more or less."

Ruth chimed in, "The flavor and texture is really good with the syrup. Girls, we need to make a note of this." 

We continued to talk about food, the weather and Thanksgiving plans. Then Pam brought up the subject of the hour.

"Mom, Jerri and I are planning to cook for tonight's dinner. We were thinking it would be good for you to invite your friend. We'd love to meet him." 

Ruth responded, "Sweet, I already have. I was planning on fixing dinner for everyone including him. He's coming at 6:00." 

Both girls reached over to grab their mom's hands. They were talking at the same time and squealing like teenyboppers. Finally, a little calm was restored. 

Jerri exclaimed, "Mom, that's wonderful. What's his name?" 

"Rudy." 

"Tell me all about him."

"Well, we go to church together. He lost his wife to cancer about a year ago. I've known him for a few years. We started sitting together at church and then he asked me to dinner and we've become good friends."

Pam asked, "Is that all?" 

"Yes, sweet. Unlike you girls, I believe in taking things gradually." 

Pam came back, "You mean you haven't even spent the night together?" 

"No, not yet."

Jerri cut in, "What's wrong with him?" 

"Nothing is wrong with him, not as far as I know anyway." 

I finally butted in, "Now girls, stop pestering your mom. Ruth and Rudy are both mature adults." 

Everyone resumed eating but I kept seeing Jerri and Pam glancing and smiling at each other.

After breakfast, Jerri and Pam insisted on cleaning up while Ruth and I enjoyed the fire in the living room. It was the first time that just the two of us were alone. 

"Tom, I really appreciate you bringing Pam here. I know it was difficult for her to come. She told me you really helped get her head straight."

I responded, "Pam is a conflicted young lady. I think she wanted to come but was very embarrassed by her treatment of you and Jerri. She even feels that she was responsible for Richard's death."

"Oh no! Surely not! Richard had an inoperable heart defect and we'd known for years that he would eventually die from it. None of us expected it'd be so soon. We just never told the girls. You know how that is." 

"Of course. But somehow, in her mind, she linked Jerri telling her Richard was heart broken when she left with the fact that he died from a heart attack." 

"Richard and I were heartbroken for a while. But we slowly realized that we needed to let her go out into the world and just trust that God would take care of her. He and I had to grow into the fact that we couldn't protect our girls forever. But we still loved her and wanted her to be happy. We really looked forward to seeing her occasionally. It was a big event when she called."

"I think it'd be good for you and Pam to talk through that. She clearly misunderstood; and she's carried around a lot of guilt. I think that affected her relationship with you and Jerri." 

"I will. I'll get both of them together and set the record straight. Thank you for letting me know."

Ruth continued, "I've seen an amazing change in Pam this week. She's still full of energy but there's something really different-almost like she now has a new outlook on life. She's not nearly as focused on herself as she was." 

"I think she does have a new outlook. We've talked a lot since we met and have spent several days together. We both think God has brought us together and that it's now up to us to decide our future." 

"Tom, you and I both know that love is a lot more than sex. After the pleasure comes real life. You and I have been there during the rough times when our worlds were falling apart. We've struggled with life and losing our spouses. Sex is wonderful and it brings a lot of temporary happiness and joy. But you wake up in the morning and must face the rest of the world and its challenges. The only thing I ask is that you and Pam take it slow and make sure you're truly in love with each other before getting married. I'm not so much worried about you as I am about her. She can be very impulsive."

"I promise you we'll do that. Pam is the first to admit she's made a lot of mistakes and I think she doesn't really trust her own judgment right now. But she and I are working on that. She was the first to say she wanted to come here and apologize to you. So she is starting to make good decisions and to take responsibility. Thank you for loving her through all of this. I know it's not been easy."  

"Tom, at dinner tonight, would you ask the blessing for us?"

"I'd be honored." 

About that time, the girls joined us and the conversation turned to plans for the day. And, as usual, when girls get together, the subject turned to shopping.

Jerri kicked it off, "Mom, Pam and I would like to take you shopping this morning. How about we go to that big outlet mall up the interstate above Spartanburg?" 

"That sounds like fun. Can Tom also go?"

Jerri responded, "Of course! I'm sure Tom just loves to go shopping with three women, don't you Tom?" 

I knew what I wanted to say but then decided to say what I should say.

"Absolutely! Maybe I can find a few men's stores while you three hit the others." 

With that decided, everyone scrambled to get dressed and their makeup on. I sat and read the newspaper and gazed at the fire. 

In about 45 minutes, we were ready and all three women were chatting non-stop. You would think it was Christmas and they were all six-year olds. 

It took about an hour to drive up to Gaffney, where the Premium Outlet Mall was located. It was very large with 75 stores. The girls headed to Ann Taylor, Coach, Chico's, Gap, Hanes and few others I've forgotten. I hit Polo, Van Heusen, Eddie Bauer and Tommy Hilfiger. I kept getting calls on my cell to meet at least one of them at the car so they could drop off bags. 

When it was time for Jerri's run, I met her there and opened the trunk. After putting the bags in, she stopped to talk. 

"Tom, I really want to thank you for your advice last night. I called David this morning and we're going to a nice resort next week, for the entire week. He loved the idea. We assured each other of our love and commitment to get through this. I've already started dripping on Pam for her to tell me what you did that caused such screaming. Maybe I can teach my hubby." She then leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. "Pam is a very lucky young lady."

Around 2:00pm, everyone decided that enough was enough so we headed home. After a quick stop at Burger King, we were home at 3:30. Once the 15 or so bags were unloaded, the girls changed into jeans and went to the kitchen. They were now getting serious about dinner. 

Pam asked, "Mom, is Rudy partial to any particular meat or vegetable?"

"He's not so much into fish and seafood. The times we've gone out, he ordered steak, veal or chicken. I think as far as veggies go, he pretty much likes them all." 

"What about soup?" 

"Yeah, I've fixed soup for him and he loved it." 

After about ten minutes of debate, the sisters decided on a menu. The first course would be a creamy onion soup with a Gruyere cheese topping. Next would be a small green salad with croutons and bacon bits. The main course would be a grilled veal chop with a mac and cheese casserole and oven roasted mixed vegetables. Dessert would be vanilla ice cream with a black walnut chocolate sauce. The girls decided it was best for Ruth to do the black walnut cake for Rudy on another day. 

Pam and I headed to the grocery while Jerri and Ruth cracked the walnuts and worked on the veggies. By 5:00, everyone was busy in the kitchen. Pam's job was the soup and salad. I was responsible for grilling the chops. Ruth worked on the chocolate walnut sauce and the mac and cheese. Jerri set the table, straightened the living room, cleaned the bathroom and vacuumed. She would do the roasted veggies just before they were served. 




A Miracle at the Cabin Ch. 05



As I read a magazine in the living room, I couldn't help but hear the camaraderie in the kitchen. All three were joking, recalling the good times and talking about the future. Ruth left after a while to feed the chickens. That's when Jerri asked Pam about her plans. I suppose they forgot I was in the next room. 

"I'm going to Chattanooga to be with Tom. And I think I'm going back to college and get a degree in childhood education. I've always thought about being an elementary school teacher."

"So my baby sister is finally going to settle down." 

"Yeah, its time I get serious about life." 

"Well, from what I can tell, you've picked the right guy. 

"Now tell me, how did you two meet? You were in Charlotte and he was in Chattanooga." 

"Do you promise not to tell mom?" 

"Uh, OK." 

"I broke into a cabin he owns on Lake Lanier."

"YOU WHAT?" 

"I did, and he caught me. I was running away from a boyfriend who'd beat me up. I felt I was in danger and had to get out of Charlotte fast. I ended up at the lake and found a hidden key to his house. I was there about a week and then he showed up. Oh, here comes mom. I'll tell you the rest later. You're NOT going to believe it." 

I quietly headed up to the bedroom, to avoid embarrassing the girls, and changed clothes for dinner. In a few minutes, Pam walked in. 

"Oh, you've already changed. I just came up to do that." 

"OK, but your clothes are down the hall in your bedroom." 

"Yes, but the guy I'm going to kiss is in here." 

I was sitting on the side of the bed. She walked over, pushed me back onto the mattress and climbed up to straddle my chest. She leaned down with her hands beside my head and kissed me for a long time as I massaged her bottom. 

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Shortly before 6:00pm, we were sitting in the living room as a car drove in. 

Ruth said, "That's probably Rudy." She went to the door and walked out onto the porch. As soon as the front door closed, the girls ran to the window and peeked out. 

Jerri observed, "He's handsome."

Pam replied, "Nice car."

Then they both squealed, "They kissed!" 

Pam turned to me, "Tom, they kissed!" 

I smiled, "I know. I heard you the first time." 

Then they ran back to their seats just before the door opened. Ruth came in followed by Rudy. All of us stood to greet him and be introduced.

"My goodness, Ruth, your daughters are beautiful." 

All three ladies smiled and said, "Thank you!" in unison. The girls had made room on the sofa for Rudy and Ruth to sit together. 

Jerri kicked off the interrogation, "Rudy, we've heard a little about you. I grew up here on the farm but I don't remember you. Did you come here recently?" 

"Actually, Jerri, I grew up in Spartanburg and went through high school there. I then went to a technical training institute and became a certified auto mechanic. I've always loved working on cars so that was an ideal career for me. I worked for a couple of dealerships in Spartanburg and Charlotte." 

Pam commented, "I sure wish I had known you when I lived in Charlotte. Maybe you would have talked me out of the bucket of rust I bought." Everyone laughed. 

Ruth added, "Rudy now works at the BMW plant." 

Pam jumped in, "That explains that gorgeous car he's driving." 

Rudy replied, "Yeah, the employees get a very good deal if we buy one." 

I asked, "So what job do you have at the plant?" 

"I'm the shift foreman in the testing and inspection area at the end of the line. My team has to do the final quality testing and examination before a car is released for shipment. It has got to be perfect." 

I replied, "That's a critical job. So if anything is wrong when a car is delivered, it's your fault."

"Most of the time, but it could have been damaged in transit so anything cosmetic is not an issue. If we have a return for a defective part, then a report comes back to me and we have to look through all the inspection records and see if we can figure out what happened. Sometimes, one of my guys just didn't do a thorough job and a defective part got past us. If that happens too often, we replace the employee." 

Jerri came back, "But mom said you lived a couple of miles down the road." 

"That's right. I do now. My uncle Bob Lawrence owned a farm here."

Jerri responded, "Oh sure, I remember him. Really nice man." 

Pam said, "I used to ride my bike down there to see a friend who lived across the road. He had a beautiful farm." 

"Well Bob died several years ago and I was his next of kin. My wife, Grace, and I moved here from Spartanburg and I became a gentleman farmer, so to speak." 

Ruth added, "But then Grace was diagnosed with cancer and it was a rough time for them." 

"It would have been a lot rougher without the ladies of the church helping. Even though we hired professional help after she was bed ridden, the biggest help came from Ruth and the other ladies who brought food and came to visit her. It meant a lot to Grace and me." 

I asked, "How big is the farm?" 

"Well it was 250 acres when I inherited it but I had to sell about 60 acres to pay all the taxes. It's still too much for me since I only have nights and weekends to keep it up." 

Pam asked, "Well is everyone ready for dinner?" 

Everyone walked to the dining room while Pam and I brought the soup. Once everyone was seated, Ruth asked me to say the blessing. Everyone held hands. 

I thanked God for us being together and the great times we shared. I recognized that none of us are worthy of His grace and mercy. I gave thanks for Him being with us during the times of loss that we each experienced. I prayed for guidance for each of us as many important decisions are made. Finally, I prayed that we would reach out to help others in need. 

Everyone repeated "Amen." 

The girls did a great job on the dinner and I managed not to over grill the tender veal chops. After the ice cream, we were sated. The table conversation was very nice with Pam, Jerri and me telling Rudy about our past and what we are doing now. Pam was very open about going to Chattanooga with me and to continue her education. 

After dinner, Ruth asked us to adjourn to the living room. After we were seated, she surprised us all. She told the girls that she would like their blessing for her and Rudy's relationship. Ruth told us that she and Rudy loved each other and had talked about marriage and their future together. But she knew it had only been a short while since Richard died. She felt the need for the girls to approve. 

Both girls jumped to their feet and surrounded their mom in a wonderful three-person hug while I shook hands and congratulated Rudy. They cried and told their mom how much they loved her and how they supported her in this decision. Then both of the girls hugged Rudy and assured him of their support and said how lucky he was to have their mother. It was a very happy evening. No wedding plans had yet been made but both girls promised to help Ruth with that. 

Rudy headed home about 9:30. We all walked out to his car and saw him off. Again, the girls hugged Rudy and their mom and we went back to the living room and the warm fireplace. 

Once inside, Ruth said, "Tom, if you don't mind, I want to have a little meeting with Jerri and Pam." 

"Of course, Ruth. Why don't you three go to your bedroom and I'll clean up the kitchen." 

About an hour later, the girls were still talking and I headed up to my bedroom. Around 11:00, I was starting to doze and Pam walked in. She had been crying. She ran over and threw herself into my arms. 

"What's wrong Pam?" 

"I told you I cry when I'm happy." 

"You must really be happy." 

"Mom told us about dad and his heart condition and how they knew it would eventually kill him. She assured me that my leaving had nothing to do with him dying. To the very end, she said he loved Jerri and me more than anything and just wanted us to be happy. 

"I told mom and Jerri about my boyfriends in Charlotte and the situation I had. I also told her the full story about how we met and the dreams and the messages that Lydia left for you. She and Jerri are overjoyed with all of this and just as amazed as we are. Jerri also told her about her marriage problems, her infidelity, and how you helped her with some great advice. 

"Mom also told us that she had decided to move into Rudy's house and that this property would be sold. The proceeds will be split between me and Jerri but half of the amount will be put in trust for any grandchildren that Jerri and I may give her." 

"I'm glad you had that discussion. You were obviously carrying around a ton of guilt about your dad."

"Yeah, I was. But all that's gone and I feel like a new person. Mom said that you told her about my feelings of guilt and she was very glad you did. Thank you for doing that. It's not something I had the courage to do." 

"Your mother is very intuitive and she recognized yesterday that you were a different person, more focused on others and less on yourself." 

"I sure hope that's true. I do feel more focused and content. Let me go change and brush my teeth. I'll be right back."

When Pam returned, she was wearing an amazing black garter slip with sheer mesh stockings and a black thong. All I could do was stare with my mouth open and hold my breath as my heart raced. 

"Well, what do you think?" 

"I'm just about speechless. Did you buy that today?" 

"Yes, mom and Jerri talked me into it." 

"Remind me to thank them." 

She came to bed and lay prone on me. We kissed while I cuddled her butt cheeks and toyed with the strip of fabric running through her crack. Her stockings rubbed my legs. After a minute or so, she sat, turned and straddled my chest for some 69 action. As she licked my cock and massaged my balls, I pulled the strap of her thong to the side and slowly kissed and licked her clit, vagina and butt. Her genitals had the fragrance of Dove once again. 

Her vaginal lubrication started flowing as I kissed and blew softly on her clit. I could feel my cock deep in her warm mouth and her tongue pressing against the shaft. As it entered her throat, the tightness and pressure was really demanding my immediate ejaculation. I stopped long enough to tell her that I was cuming but she continued to deep throat my cock. As I began to erupt, she backed it out of her throat and took the full load in her mouth and pumped my cock to get it all. I lay there, stunned at all the intense feelings and amazed at what this gorgeous young lady had just done. 

Pam evidently swallowed my cum because, when she turned around, she told me in no uncertain terms, "I need you, now." 

She moved to the center of the bed into doggy position. I knelt behind her, unsnapped the garters and lowered the thong down to her knees. My cock had not yet recovered so I continued to lick and kiss her pussy lips and dip my tongue into her gaping vaginal opening as far as it would reach. Her brown anus was perfectly shaped and slightly open waiting for my tongue. I slowly rubbed my finger across it and watched it twitch with my touch. When my tongue touched it, her anus sucked inward and squeezed the tip. I thrust my tongue into her opening when she relaxed the sphincter. My cock was suddenly rock hard as she moaned and squirmed. 

I moved into position behind her and clasped her hips as my cock entered her gaping vagina for the first time. Her tunnel was tight but very well lubricated. I slipped in easily and stopped to feel the warmth of her welcome. Pam was beginning to breath quickly and I could feel small contractions in her tunnel as I rhythmically thrust in and out. Our passion intensified and she began to match my thrusts with hers. We were almost like two wild animals as the lust for each other's body caused us to slam together. Pam's vaginal fluid oozed out around my cock and dripped on the sheet. 

"Oh god, Tom. This feels so good. Pound me harder."

I did all I could do to hammer her vagina into submission. But I could tell, as hard as she slammed back into me, that she wanted even more. I finally stopped and reached around and between her legs to vigorously rub her clit. That's when she came hard and fast. 

Pam threw her head up and arched her back as her vaginal muscles gripped my throbbing cock. She screamed softly and moaned as she twisted her butt back into my stomach. The angle of my cock must have hit her just right. 

She suddenly collapsed face down onto the bed with her legs spread. I lay on top of her ass and continued to pound her pussy as hard as I could downward and into her very hot vagina. She screamed again as another orgasm raced through her pelvic region. Pam's hands gripped the pillows and she writhed uncontrollably as my cock continued its attack. It was like she was trying to get away as her body squirmed and twitched under me and she clawed at the bed covers. 

Then my second orgasm hit and all I could do was lay still as my throbbing cock pumped stream after stream of hot semen inside her. This set off a third orgasm in Pam that caused her vagina to again clinch my cock in a death grip. We lay joined together as our climaxes eased. The warmth of our spent bodies relaxed me and I slipped out and rolled over beside her. My semen dripped onto her stockings. Still on her stomach, she looked at me and tears welled in her beautiful blue eyes while perspiration rolled off her forehead. 

Neither of us said a word. Our bodies had said it all. She turned away from me and scooted her body back into mine. Her warm butt rested against my flaccid cock and I wrapped my arm around her. I cuddled her breasts and massaged her nipples as they slowly relaxed. When the semen began running out of her vagina and down her leg, I reached over for a towel I had near the bed and laid it underneath her. I removed her stockings and we quietly fell asleep. 



End of Chapter 5 – Stay tuned for Chapter 6 coming soon. 



A Miracle at the Cabin Ch. 06



Please read the previous chapters before this one to understand the story up to this point. None of these chapters are stand-alone. This chapter does contain erotic scenes. 

Enjoy. 



I woke to the sound and movement of Pam coming back to bed. She crawled under the covers and I reached for her chilled body. 

She snuggled back as close as she could to me. "You're so warm." 

We lay there for a few minutes before she said, "Can we go out jogging this morning? I just weighed myself and I've gained three pounds since a week ago."

I responded, "Wonder how that happened?"

She moaned and admitted that she had been eating a lot since we met. 

I tried to help, "But we've been getting a lot of sexercise." 

She giggled and said, "Maybe, but it's not enough." 

"Jeez Pam, you're going to wear the skin off junior. I'm actually sore this morning." 

She launched into baby talk, "Awww, poor baby. Can Pammy kiss it and make it better?" 

"Well, if you think that'd help." 

She turned and crawled under the covers. Just her lovely firm butt and legs were sticking out. Her hand raised my flaccid cock and she started kissing it and talking baby talk to it. "Now you be a good wittle boy and let Pammy see what's wrong. Awwww, you've got a wittle scuff spot right were daddy rubbed you against Pammy's teeth last night. Shame on daddy! Let me kiss it and make it all better." 

She kissed it all up and down the shaft and rubbed it along her soft face. She reached with her other hand and started gently massaging and pulling on daddy's balls. I could feel junior French kissing Pammy and playing with her tongue. Then he must have decided to go visit her tonsils and check out her Adam's apple. It was a tight squeeze but he made it. Pammy locked onto daddy's balls and squeezed, as junior couldn't decide if he wanted to be in or out. 

Since Pam was squeezing, I thought I might get in on the action. I reached for her butt and squeezed one of the cheeks hard enough to be reprimanded by a swift punch to my leg. We each eased off a little. As she deep-throated junior, I fingered an adorable ass. Of course, it wasn't long till junior erupted in Pammy's mouth much to my pleasure. 

Her head come from under the cover. "Now is that all better?" 

"I think so but you'll have to check it again later." She curled into my arms and looked directly into my eyes. 

"You make me a very satisfied woman. Now, let's get our jogging clothes on. I'm going to run your ass into the ground." 

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It was only 7:00 when we left the backyard, went through the gate and began jogging toward the barn. The sun was up, but not by much, and a very pretty mist hung suspended a few feet above the ground. The cold morning air was refreshing as we rounded the barn, through another gate and out into the pasture toward the creek we had visited the day before. We had to dodge the cow pies in the pasture but none of them appeared to be too fresh. 

As we approached the creek, I was winded but Pam was going strong. I asked if we could stop for a minute. 

"You must be out of shape old man. We haven't even gone a mile." 

I struggled to catch my breath. "You're right, I haven't jogged in several years. But you'll get me back in shape, I'm sure." 

She reached up and pulled my mouth to hers for a quick kiss. She must have looked behind me because she screamed, "TOM, THE BULL'S COMING!" 

I looked around and he was about 100 yards away but headed straight for us at a steady trot. "Oh damn, let's get to the barn." 

Winded or not, we both headed up the hill and straight toward the gate as fast as we could. I thought my lungs would rupture. I took a quick glance behind us and he was still coming, now only 50 yards behind. We could hear the pounding of his hooves on the ground and the snorting from his hard breathing. We made it to the gate with only 10 yards to spare. 

Pam opened the latch and we squeezed through. I jerked it closed behind me but it didn't catch and bounced slowly open again. The bull just waited till it opened enough for him to get through. By then we were in the barn and headed up the ladder to the loft. I could hear the very loud sound of his hooves pounding the ground as he entered the barn. He snorted several times. I glanced down but he was looking around and not up. To him, we had just disappeared.

We collapsed on the floor of the loft. It took a few minutes for me to begin breathing normally. Pam and I glared at each other, trying to figure out who was to blame for our near disaster. Then we just laughed hysterically. 

I pleaded, "Pleeease don't ever take me jogging again in a cow pasture." 

"Well, I used to think it was safer than being on the road." 

I peeked down the ladder opening. "He's still there. Do you have a cell phone?"

"No." 

"Neither do I. It's 7:40 so your mom and Jerri will be looking for us soon."

"At least I left a note saying we'd be jogging. I just didn't tell them where." 

"The bull will eventually give up and go out." 

"Yeah, but when?" 

A few minutes later, we heard a vehicle drive down the lane and a man yelled at the bull. I looked downstairs again and saw the bull leave quickly. 

We waited a minute until the engine cut off and I climbed down to take a look. I yelled back up to Pam that it was safe to come down. Two men were walking back to the barn after securing the bull in the pasture. They saw us coming out of the barn. 

Pam knew one of them, "Hey Bobby! We sure are glad to see you." 

"Pam, how in the world are you young lady? I haven't see you in four or five years." 

"I'm fine. Thanks for saving us. Let me introduce my friend Tom." 

We shook hands and Bobby introduced us to his buddy Fred who was about Jerri's age. We then explained what happened and that the gate latch didn't catch. Fred said he'd noticed before that it wasn't working just right and that he'd change it. 

I asked, "Is that bull as mean as he acted with us?"

Bobby responded, "Not usually. He was probably more interested in you than angry. We've not had an issue with him till now. I'll keep an eye on him and if he becomes too territorial or aggressive, we'll talk to Ruth about replacing him." 

Pam asked, "So what are you two doing here?" 

Bobby responded, "We come every Thursday at this time to check on the cattle and do all the odd jobs that Ruth needs done. Since Richard died, we decided to help out as much as we could. Fred and his parents have a farm just up the road and, of course, you know about my small spread." 

"Mom mentioned that she had some help but I didn't know the details. Thank you very much for helping her." Pam walked over and hugged them both. 

Fred replied, "That's what neighbors are for. Richard was always quick to help my family and Bobby." 

We shook hands again; then Pam and I headed to the house. Over breakfast, we recounted our adventure but Pam made it more exciting than I remembered it. She asked Ruth about Fred since he seemed to be new in the area. 

"His dad, Jonathan, bought that farm about five years ago. We didn't know them very well but we heard from another neighbor not long after you left that he had been injured in a fall at their barn. Richard went over and talked to him and his wife and got to know the situation a bit better. Then your dad and some other neighbors went over quite a few times to put up hay and move the cattle to fresh fields, do repairs, that kind of thing. The ladies of the church just adopted his wife Mary. We took food over and visited a number of times. Jonathan was laid up for a couple of months and we got to know them really well. They are great people.

"Fred is their youngest son but, unfortunately, his wife left him for someone else. Fred then moved here and has been helping out on the farm, which his parents really appreciate."

Pam replied, "He's a very nice looking guy. How old is he?" 

"I think he's around 26 or 27. But he sure doesn't look that old." 

Ruth had baked cinnamon rolls and made very tasty Spanish omelets. To her credit, Pam only ate half of her roll and gave the rest of it to me. Maybe she was serious about loosing a couple of pounds. 

During breakfast, Ruth brought up Pam's discussion about Lydia's dreams. "I was thrilled to hear about Lydia and how God sent a message to her. I'm even more thrilled that God has brought you two together. 

"Jerri and I talked this morning about all of this. We both feel that God brought our husbands and us together but we don't know that for sure. We just have faith that He did. With you two, it's certain and that's both a blessing and a burden." 

Jerri continued the thought, "You've only known each other a few days and there's a lot more you need to know before you can truly say that you're in love and are willing to commit to each other. But what if you two decide after a while that there are just too many differences? Will you feel so burdened by the fact that God brought you together that you're afraid not to be together? Will you end up making the wrong decision because you feel that you must please God and get married anyway?"

I responded, "That's also our concern. Pam and I've talked and we want to take it slow and not rush any decisions about marriage. We must be certain of our love and willing to make that total commitment. If the correct decision is that we need to go our separate ways, I don't think God would want us to make a stupid decision and get married. Our children would suffer and I don't think that would be the will of God." 

Pam took my hand and said, "I really believe in my heart that Tom is the one I've always wanted to find. But, he's right, it's too important to rush. We really would appreciate your prayers for us. We'll also be praying for you two and your marriages." 

Ruth changed the subject. "Now tell me about your house in Chattanooga. You know, of course, that we're all coming to see you." 

"Y'all are welcome anytime. The house is a ranch with five bedrooms and seven baths. It has a pool, a home theater room and all the other rooms you would expect. We have a good scenic view of the valley, which I really enjoy. I have an office there but will also convert one of the bedrooms into an office for Pam. With her school work, she's going to need a quite place to study, research and prepare assignments." 

"You really mean that I'll have my own study and office?"

"Absolutely. I also do a lot of work from home so we don't want to get in each other's way." 

Jerri said, "That's a good idea. Just make sure you lock her in and make her show you her school work before you let her out." 

Pam made a ball out of her paper napkin and threw it at Jerri. Both girls then scrambled to find other napkins to throw at each other. Ruth finally restored order by threatening to send them to their rooms. 

After cleaning the kitchen, Pam and I retrieved the remaining black walnuts and bagged them for the trip. We did leave another gallon for Ruth to use for Rudy's treats. I volunteered to ship some to Jerri but she didn't want any. 

Ruth gave Pam the sour dough starter, which we put in a small cooler. 

After packing, we kissed and hugged each other and promised that we'd be together again soon. I was amazed at the difference in Pam versus when we came. She no longer carried the burden of guilt and she knew for a fact that her mom and sister loved her very much. Their parting hugs and kisses were very emotional. 

As we headed back to the interstate, Pam asked me to stop at Furman University. She wanted to talk to someone in the records office about transferring her records to another university. 

We parked in a visitor area in front of the administration building and the receptionist directed us to the correct office. A very nice young man looked up Pam's records and printed a transcript for her. He also provided written instructions for the new university to use for the official records transfer. 

After leaving the office, Pam and I walked around the beautiful campus for an hour or more. Many of the young men smiled at her and, had I not been holding her hand, probably would have tried to strike up a conversation. One of them did speak to her but he called her "Nikki." 

She looked at me and seemed almost embarrassed as she explained, "That happens sometimes. I get mistaken for an adult movie actress named Nikki Lee. She's been in many men's magazines and is all over the internet. I do have to admit I'm almost her identical twin but she's four years older." I made a mental note to look up Nikki Lee and see for myself.

We passed one of the jogging trails. Pam stopped. "This is where I was almost assaulted one night."

"What?" 

"I'd left the dorm with a couple of other girls and came here for a late night jog before bed. The other two girls decided to stop off and see their boyfriends before coming back. I jogged on alone toward the dorm. 

"When I ran past the few trees over there, I heard someone running behind me. Just as I turned to look, he hit me and tried to tackle me. I really don't know why I didn't fall; but he grabbed my shorts as he fell. Of course, they came down but I was able to step out of them and kick him in the stomach while he was trying to get up. He was not a big guy so my kick knocked him over. That gave me an opening and I kicked his groin as hard as I could. He screamed and I kicked him again but only hit his arm. Then I took off running as fast as I could. It was only after I got to the dorm that I realized I was in my panties. I'd completely forgotten to grab my shorts."

"Well, I can understand that. The adrenaline must have been racing through you." 

"Yeah, I probably could have set a new track record." 

"So did you call the police?"

"Sure, my dorm mother was on the phone immediately and the police came to the dorm and interviewed me. While that was going on, the campus police picked up a suspicious individual but I couldn't identify him in a line-up. It was so dark under those trees that I never got a good look at his face." 

"I bet that was the end of your late-night jogging."

"Yep, never again." 

"Now you just jog in cow pastures patrolled by a mad bull." 

She laughed and said, "I don't think a kick to his stomach would have made a difference." 

"Maybe he was just being friendly and wanted to get a closer look at you. I bet if we had stopped and waited for him, he would have been like a big lap dog." 

She grinned and shook her head. "Thankfully, we'll never know. Now let's go home." 

We walked back to the car and made our way to I-85 South. 

During the drive, I asked, "Do all young women have such a libido as you? Maybe I was very sheltered and just missed this trend somehow."

"I really can't answer for all women but many of the ones I knew in college and in Charlotte were more addicted to sex than I am. To me, sex is better than a drug could possibly be but many of my friends were addicted to both sex and drugs. I don't know if it's been an evolving trend or not but I imagine it has. With free internet porn so available and with all the dorms housing both sexes now with no curfews, it probably is in the mind of most women. The women's mags really glorify sex and every issue tells you how to please that special man or woman. Am I more into it than Lydia was?"

"Yes, but she had a pretty strong libido as well. When we were first married, we had sex often, sometimes several times a day. I guess most newlyweds do. It did slow down over the years but up to the time she got really ill, we still made love several times a week. She loved doggy and also me lying behind her. She also liked to be on top. But she never did blow jobs or foot jobs. What are your favorite positions?" 

"As long as you can get a cock in me, I'm fine. I guess doggy is my favorite because I don't have to do any of the work and a cock hits all the right spots. Missionary is also good as long as the guy doesn't put all his weight on me. I'm also into experimentation with new positions, different rooms of the house, showers...." 

I interrupted, "Bath tubs." 

She grinned. "Yeah, especially bath tubs. But I've done it in parking lots, movie theaters, on a park bench after dark. I even did it once in the back of a police car with that butthole who beat me up." 

I suppose I had a negative look on my face because she asked, "Does it bother you that I've had so many sex partners?"

I didn't know whether to honestly say what I thought or be nice. Probably I waited too long to respond. 

"I take your silence as being a yes." 

"Most of my experience with sex partners was with Lydia. We together learned how to make love. We taught each other everything we knew and we were totally committed to each other. After her death, I dated a very nice woman for a few months and we did enjoy many sessions before we broke up. Does it concern me that you've had a lot of different partners? I have to be honest and say it does." 

"Do you think I can't be committed to just one guy?" 

"That thought has crossed my mind. What do you think?" 

She reached and took my hand. "I honestly think I can. This is the first time I've even had to think about it. Sex with you has been fantastic. In fact, it's been some of the best I've ever had. But I know there's a demon named addiction still living in me. I'm addicted to sex and orgasms. I admit I've not been as discriminating as I should have been and I did it with some guys that I shouldn't have. But I really want to put those days behind me. I want to grow into the person that you will love and respect. I know I can never replace Lydia in your heart. But maybe your heart is big enough for me and her."

"I believe it is, Pam. In the last week, I've met a fascinating young lady that I never dreamed of meeting. How could a person like me ever imagine being with a woman like you? I want to earn your love and respect so that you will never again be tempted to have someone else in your bed. But I need your help and patience. I have a business to run and I'm not going to be there every time you have a desire. I work crazy hours sometimes and your bed may be lonely when I'm away. When you go back to school, there's going to be temptation everywhere you look. You're so beautiful and have such an outgoing personality that every guy in your class will be hitting on you, especially if they think you're Niki Lee. I'm an old man compared to their 21-year-old rock hard bodies and cocks." 

"I understand your concerns Tom and I promise that I will not betray your trust in me. Even though I freely admit to be addicted to orgasms, I promise not to have them with anyone other than you."

I responded, "How did that addiction begin?"

"Since I was a little girl, I knew how to excite myself. My mom caught me rubbing on the arm of the sofa one day. I must have been five or six."

I looked at Pam and frowned. She reacted, "I wasn't naked! I had on panties and shorts but it felt soooo good. I learned how to do that by watching Jerri. She rode that sofa arm every time mom wasn't looking."

"What did your mom say?"

"Only that she knew it felt good but proper young ladies don't rub themselves in public." 

"When did you have your first orgasm?"

"My period began when I was 11. It was a few months after that."

"Did your mom give you the birds and bees discussion?" 

"You betcha. That happened shortly after I got my period. It was an awkward discussion and it took a while to understand everything but mom finally just laid it all out and showed me pictures from some girlie magazines. The thought of a huge hard penis in my tiny hole was scary. I had no idea where she got those photos but maybe dad had a secret stash somewhere."

I joked, "They probably were from a underground lending library that all of the ladies at church used with their daughters." Pam laughed and admitted that was a possibility. 




A Miracle at the Cabin Ch. 06



"When did you go on the pill?"

"I was 15. Mom and dad were very strict on whom we dated and on curfews but mom knew about reality and made sure Jerri and I had protection long before we actually became sexually active. I doubt dad knew that but maybe he did and just never said anything. I accidently overheard mom and dad talking one day about another baby they had before they were married. But I think it died. It was very painful for them to discuss. That's probably why mom wanted us to be protected." 

"So when did you and Jerri start having sexual relations?" 

"I think Jerri was 17 or thereabouts and I gave my virginity to a guy on my 18th birthday. It was another one of those awkward situations. He and I had dated a while and I let him get to third base a few times. We talked about having sex but we were both virgins and probably a little afraid and embarrassed. You know how other kids talk and both he and I had heard how painful it was for the woman that first time. He didn't want to hurt me and I certainly wasn't looking forward to it." 

"How did you get over that fear?" 

"Just the passion of the moment, I guess. We were sitting in his car down at the end of the lane going to my house. We had been out to a nice dinner for my birthday. It was dark and he was fingering me and kissing my breasts while I stroked his cock. We had done that before but it was much more passionate that night, for some reason. One thing led to another and we just did it. We climbed into the back seat and I straddled him. It hurt for a little while but not much. His cock was not that big so that may have helped. He shot his load almost immediately and I was left with nothing but a sore vagina and a mess on my legs. At least he was happy." 

I commented, "That story probably describes how a lot of people lost their virginity." 

"Probably so. We dated a while longer and did have sex one more time but he just couldn't control himself long enough to get me off. I said to hell with that." 

"So what was this night with Jimmy I heard you and Jerri mention?"

"Oh that. Uh, uh, let's just say that Jerri and I were pretty mean to him. He had been hitting on us but we were interested in other guys. Our mom and dad encouraged us to go out with him since they knew his parents really well. Jerri and I hatched this plan to get him off our backs once and for all. It worked. I think we scared him to death." 

"What, pray tell, did you do?" She laughed so I knew it must be interesting. 

"It was in the summer and Jerri and I were home from college. We talked and decided that we really needed to put a stop to all the sniffing around Jimmy was doing. We invited him to the house one Saturday when we knew mom and dad were going to be away. When he arrived, we were all sweet and nice to him. We served him ice tea and cookies. I even sat on his lap and fed him a cookie while he caressed my leg. Then Jerri told him that we wanted to show him our appreciation for all his attention. 

"She asked him to give us a few minutes to get ready. Of course, he thought he was in for an amazing threesome. She told him to come up to the first bedroom on the right in about five minutes. 

"Jerri had gone to one of those shops that sell or rent bondage costumes, equipment and supplies. She dressed as a dominatrix and I put on an executioner's mask and black leathers like a motorcycle chick. I had a small whip and she had handcuffs and rope. When he knocked on the door and walked in he was scared shitless. But to his credit, he didn't run immediately. Jerri explained that she and I were really into domination and bondage and if he wanted to date us, he better get used to it. When she tried to put handcuffs on him, he took off. That was the last time we saw him except at the restaurant. From his reaction the other night, I think he's still afraid of us." 

"I know I would be."

After stopping at Applebee's Restaurant for a late lunch, we arrived at the cabin around 4:00pm. While I carried in our luggage and six bags of Pam's new clothes, she headed to the bathroom and then to the fridge for beer. Since we had eaten so late, we decided in the best interest of Pam's new diet commitment that we'd just snack for dinner. 

I built a fire and we sat for an hour or longer and reflected on the wonderful visit. Pam had a new sparkle in her eyes and was so relieved that she, her mom and Jerri were all reconciled. She called her mom just to let her know that we were back safely. They talked for several minutes and I could hear it was a very pleasant call. 

As we sat in front of the fire, I suddenly remembered that Pam had a car in the garage that I'd never seen. I told her, "Let's go look at your car. You really haven't told me anything about it." 

"I told you it was a bucket of rust."

"Let's go see it anyway." 

We walked through the back door and down to the detached garage. I hit the opener and there it was. It was a T-bird from the early 1990's and it did have a lot of rust on the doors and rear quarter-panels. 

"Does it run OK?" 

"Well it does OK. I had to do some maintenance on it a few months ago but it doesn't smoke too bad." 

"If you don't mind too much, I have Lydia's car in Chattanooga and I'd like for you to use it. We could donate this one to a charity and they can sell it for parts or something." 

"Well, since anything would be better than this, I'll be glad to accept. What is it?" 

"It's a surprise." 

Her eyes lit up, "Oh, I like surprises." 

I closed the garage door and we walked back to the porch for more firewood. I made a mental note to call my firewood guy and have another cord delivered. 

We each grabbed another beer and popped down on the sofa. Pam and I leaned together and kissed several times. We continued to talk well into the evening and we each checked our emails and favorite websites. 

Pam then recalled, "When Jerri saw us naked the other morning, she noticed I had a full bush. She criticized me and said that she thought you would enjoy me shaved. Is that right?" 

"Sweetheart, I like your pussy no matter how you dress it." She grinned but continued. 

"I've shaved several times over the years but it's tricky for me to do without cutting myself. There are a couple of moles and bumps down there that I always seem to nick. The last couple of guys I dated liked my bush and didn't want me to shave. Now, be honest, what do you prefer?" 

"Lydia did shave but only the part below her Mons. She shaped the top part into a triangle pointing down. But her pussy lips were shaved." 

"What about her ass?" 

"She never let me go there so I really didn't pay any attention." 

"Wow, she didn't know what she was missing." We both laughed. "So what I'm hearing is that shaving to some extent is good. Would you do it for me?" 

"Jeezz Pam, you really trust me to do that? What if I nick you?"

"It wouldn't be any worse than me doing it." I stared at her for a while and could tell she was serious. 

"Well, I'll try. Where do you want to do it?"

"Let's take a shower and do it there." 

I replied, "OK but let me trim all your longer hair first so it doesn't stop up the drain." 

We moved to the bedroom and she laid a towel on the bed to go under her body. She removed her clothing and I used scissors to carefully trim all the longer hair from around her vulva. Of course, I played a little with her girly parts as I worked. 

"Do you want to leave hair on your Mons?" 

"No, let's remove it all for now. We may decide later to make some sort of design." 

Once most of the hair was trimmed, I could see her pussy much better than before. The inner lips were well tucked away inside the outer lips and the clit hood was quite prominent. Once I shaved her labia, there would be a perfectly smooth camel toe for me to play with. 

"Can you roll over and let me trim the hair in your crack?"

She turned and laid on her stomach and raised her butt in the air. I put two pillows under her to provide support. She reached back with both hands and spread her cheeks. This was a magnificent sight for a horny guy like me. Her asshole was very neat with no extra skin or any other imperfections. The tiny folds of skin surrounding the opening formed a perfect brown target. 

I couldn't contain myself and I began touching it and massaging the opening with my index finger lubricated by my saliva and her vaginal fluid. I stopped only long enough to trim most of the longer hairs. 

"Tom, fingers are OK but I need to shower if you're planning anything more exciting." 

I could detect a slight odor so I walked into the bathroom and brought a warm soapy washcloth and a fresh towel to wash her. 

After going over her entire butt, I asked, "Can you push your anus out for me?" It immediately came out as she flexed her sphincter. I stared mesmerized at the extended butthole and light pink skin inside her rectal opening. I then washed it gently with the warm cloth. 

"That tickles, sweetheart." 

"I'm finished. Relax." 

She giggled and replied, "How can I relax when I know what's coming now?" 

"Can you get on your knees for me and put your chest on the bed?" 

"Aaaaa, the old rear up doggy position." 

When her ass was up and into position, I asked that she spread her cheeks. She reached back with both hands and pulled them open as wide as they would go. I marveled at her gaping vagina and the viscous fluid just starting to gather around the opening. 

I leaned in and started by licking and kissing her cheeks and the fingers that held them open. I kissed her hands and the back of her legs. The fluid was now trickling out of her vagina and running down beside her clit hood. 

She squirmed as I touched her anus with my tongue, just lightly teasing and caressing it with the tip. Her butthole sucked in and out with my touches. I could see chill bumps forming once more on her ass and legs. 

I reached up to her coccyx and traced it down into her crack with my fingers over and over again as I tickled her with my tongue. 

"You're killing me, sweetheart." 

I stopped long enough to say, "I know." 

She continued to squirm. Suddenly, she started thrusting her bottom back into my face as I squeezed the tip of my tongue into her small tight opening. That tipped the scale and we went into a full raging tongue fucking as far in as it could reach. Pam moaned and slammed into my face over and over as the sensations overwhelmed her and an orgasm approached. 

I reached under her legs and massaged her hard clit and slid three fingers of my other hand into her dripping vagina, searching for the G-spot. Pam pulled her cheeks open wider, which caused her to open even more to my tongue. We were like animals, totally out of control with adrenalin-supercharged lust. I could feel my cock straining against the fabric of my trousers. 

Pam moaned loudly as an orgasm touched every nerve ending. She continued to thrust back into my tongue and fingers with abandon as the climax peaked. Viscous fluid oozed from her gaping vagina. I quickly dropped my trousers and she lowered her ass to align with my throbbing cock. 

I entered her and bottomed out with just one thrust. Pam grunted as her vagina closed around and squeezed me. Her warm tight tunnel milked my cock as I thrust in and out mindlessly searching for relief. I gazed at her butthole rhythmically sucking in and pushing out as her vagina clinched over and over again. 

The tingling sensation began in my feet and quickly raged through me as my balls emptied their heavy load. Pam moaned loudly and whimpered as she felt the powerful spurts of semen hit the end of her vagina and cervix. I was heavily perspiring and so was Pam while our lungs gasped for air. 

As the orgasm passed, we slowed and I leaned over to rest on her back as she collapsed onto the bed. My cock remained inside her blocking the flood of semen. We could do nothing but lay there lost in the moment and wishing those sensations would never end. 




End of Chapter 6 – Congratulations! You're almost half way through my story. The next chapter is coming very soon. 



A Miracle at the Cabin Ch. 07



Please read the previous chapters before this one to understand the story up to this point. None of these chapters are stand-alone. This chapter does contain erotic scenes. 

Enjoy. 



I was the first to wake. After taking a leak and turning on the coffee pot, I slipped back under the warm covers and lay next to Pam. She was sleeping soundly as I studied her face and wondered what the future held for us. In less than a week, I had gone from not even knowing her to being crazy about her. In that same week, I'd been able to set aside the consuming grief of losing Lydia and begin focusing on the future. 

After several minutes, I heard the coffee pot beep to signal it was ready. I took the first cup with me to the fireplace and struck a match to the papers and kindling. That reminded me to call the firewood man before we left for Chattanooga. 

As the fire blazed, I began thinking about my return to work on Monday. During the last two years, I unfortunately shared my grief of losing Lydia by taking it out on some of my employees. I had not been a very easy person to work with and I needed to make amends. How best to do that was the key question. 

Just then, Pam walked out of the bedroom. "Good morning sweetheart." 

"Hey, young lady. The coffee's ready." 

"I smelled it. Thanks." She walked to the kitchen and came with her cup to sit beside me in front of the fire. We kissed and she laid her hand on my leg. 

Pam wore a new housecoat I hadn't seen. It was dark burgundy with black trim. It certainly complemented her natural beauty and long blonde hair.

"That's a lovely housecoat. Is this another of the outlet purchases your mom talked you into buying?" 

"It was actually Jerri. In fact, she bought it for me." 

"That was nice."

"Sure was. She bought several things for me and I bought her a very nice dressy outfit. Did she tell you that David agreed to go to a resort all next week? They're doing what you suggested." 

"Yeah, she mentioned it to me. I hope it works out for them."

"She also asked me what you did that caused me to scream so much."

I laughed. "What did you tell her?" 

"I gave her a lick by lick account. What blew my mind was when you put your nose in my vagina and licked my ass at the same time. Evidently, David has never licked her ass so she was doubtful he would." 

I joked, "Well feel free to volunteer my tongue if she needs one." 

Retribution was quick; she put her coffee down, jumped up and raised her fists into a boxing position. "Come on, get up. I'm going to lick you."

I lunged at her legs and wrapped my arms around them as she pounded on my back and screamed. I stood with her over my shoulder and carried her to the bed as she squealed and continued to hit my back. I flopped her onto the bed and watched her bounce. We were both laughing at her feigned anger. I crawled onto the bed beside her. We hugged and kissed for several minutes. 

Once calm was restored, she asked, "So what were you thinking about when I walked in? You looked deep in thought." 

"I was just thinking about returning to work and everything I need to do."

"Back to reality, huh?"

"Unfortunately. Maybe you can help me think of the best way to make amends to those employees I hurt during the last two years." 

"Why did you hurt them?" 

"I was taking my grief out on them and they just took it and never complained. I now realize just how ugly I was to some of them and I want to apologize in some way."

"Maybe you could take your own advice and just sit down face to face with each one and talk through what happened. A sincere apology from you personally will go a long way." 

I stared into her eyes and reflected on that. "You're right. I'll call Ron, who's my general manager, and get everyone's schedule. I'll go to the restaurants and the store and sit down with each of them. A few have resigned during that time but I think Ron could get ahold of them." 

"Maybe you could call those who left and take them to lunch."

"Great idea. I'll take each of them to lunch and talk it through. Now I know how scared you were to go see your mom and apologize to her." 

"It's never easy to admit you were wrong. Ego gets in the way." 

"So you were telling me about Nikki Lee yesterday. What's the whole story on that?" 

"Let's get your computer and I'll show you." 

We Googled and found her on Twitter and learned she had her own website. Modelmayhem.com also gave all her vital stats and lots of photos. She had been in Playboy numerous times and about all other men's mags as well. Her website even gave an upcoming schedule of appearances, including one for Playboy in Atlanta in early December as part of some announcement. 

"Damn, Pam. You and she are identical." 

"When I first saw her photos, it was like I was looking into a mirror. But notice on her stats that she is two inches shorter and four years older than me. She also has all those little light freckles between her boobs and our labias are shaped differently. Otherwise, except for a few small moles and that tiny birthmark on her thigh, we look just alike." 

"I see her hair is also different. She has darker roots while yours are much lighter." 

"Yeah, she probably tints her hair. She's likely a darker shade of blonde."

"I also think your nipples and boobs are shaped differently." 

"That may be a function of time. Gravity has had longer to work on hers." 

"When she's in Atlanta, we could go meet her and have a photo taken. The two of you side by side would be amazing." 

"I don't know about that."

"Why not?"

"I'd be a little scared of meeting someone exactly like me. But let me think about it."

"So guys hit on you thinking they might score with a famous porn actress." 

"Yeah, it's embarrassing and gets old in a hurry. They just don't believe me when I tell them I'm not her. I'm certainly not going to show them my boobs or pussy to prove it." 

"The guys probably wouldn't mind." 

"Right, but from now on, you're the only guy that's invited to that party." 

"You mean the Rabbit can't even come?" 

She giggled. "No, but I can cum with it." Pam grinned and leaned in for another kiss. 

"If you had a photo of the two of you side by side, the guys would be convinced." 

"That might work. We'll talk about it later. What are we doing for breakfast?" 

"With your new diet, I was thinking about cereal with fresh fruit." 

"Sounds good. Maybe we can go jogging after we eat." 

"There's a walking path around this part of the lake we could use. I don't think there're any bulls patrolling it."

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We ran about three miles and I was pooped. Pam was still going strong when I begged off. 

"You wuss! What am I going to do with you," she asked. 

"I guess you'll just need patience while I get back in shape." We began walking back to the cabin. 

"At least your stamina in bed is still good." 

"You really think so?"

"Absolutely. One of the things I like about you is that when we're having sex, you focus all your attention on my pleasure and on getting me off. You are so unselfish. There isn't a young woman in the world that wouldn't want to share your bed.

"I know you're hard and ready to shoot but you hold back and don't force the issue until I'm totally soaked and quivering with excitement. Many of the men I've had start shooting their load as soon as I'm naked and spread my legs. They just can't imagine that I want to climax too before they're finished and ready to go home."  

"The guys were probably imagining being with Nikki Lee." 

"You think so?" 

"Yep. A lot of guys, me included, imagine they're with someone else while we're pounding pussy. It's just a fantasy world we create in our minds." 

"Girls also fantasize when they're fucking. I would often think of another really handsome guy I'd met or a previous lover. Brad Pitt and I got together quite often in my mind while the Rabbit was doing its thing." 

"You're a drop-dead gorgeous woman and any guy's heart and cock are going to start throbbing when they see you. I know when I saw your bare breasts that first time, I could have shot my load with just that visual stimulus. Then you gave me the blowjob and it was like torture as I tried to hold back. Thank goodness you let me come sooner rather than later. Have you fantasized about someone else when we're having sex?" 

"Of course not. You totally occupy my mind as well as my body." 

"Good answer. Speaking of bodies, I notice you don't have any tattoos or piercings. I thought all young girls were into that." 

"My ears are pierced." 

"Yeah, but I'm talking about other piercings." 

"I've never been interested in adding luster, art or glitter to my body with piercings and tattoos. I believe you must either take me or leave me the way I was born and I don't need to permanently change my body to make you feel more attracted to me. Can you imagine all the grannies running around in 25 years with wrinkled tattoos? And I don't think pierced nipples are going to look all that great when they're sagging down to your waist." 

"That's a disgusting thought. Maybe I should invest in a tattoo removal business." 

"Maybe so. A ton of women and probably some men are going to be looking for that. Do you have servers with ornamentation?" 

"A few do but we have a rule that only pierced ears can be seen while they're working. If they have pierced lips or tongues or multiple ear piercings, they must remove the bling before work. Any tattoos must be covered. Some of the girls have tattoos on their ankles and they're required to wear long slacks. A person with a tattoo is not a protected class under employment laws so we don't have to put up with it." 

We ran back to the cabin and headed for the shower.

"Tom, can you shave me now?"

"OK, let me get the shaving gel and razor. Now this stuff contains menthol so we need to keep it out of your vagina. It may sting like hell if we get careless." 

"Maybe if I insert a tampon, it'll help block anything that runs in." 

"Great idea. In fact, let me do it. I've always wanted to know how a woman puts one in. If you can help me pee, I can put your tampon in. Right?" She giggled. 

"Well, let me show you how to do it but I need to be lubricated first." 

"I can take care of that." 

I pushed her back onto the bed and stripped off her jogging pants and panties. I nestled between her warm spread legs, inhaled her pussy fragrance and went to work on her clit. I began rolling it with my tongue and nibbling with my teeth; then sucking gently as it became hard and red with excitement. When Pam began to squirm and moan, I dipped a finger into her vagina and found it was flooded with her lubrication.

"You're ready sweetheart." 

"Damn right I am but I was talking about using K-Y jelly."

"Oh, my mistake. Sorry." 

"I bet you are." She grinned again. 

I brought a tampon to her and she showed me how to use the insertion tube. As she lay back on the bed and spread her legs, I held her vagina open with my fingers and slowly inserted it as she directed. Finally, only the white string was hanging out and the job was done. 

"I'm amazed at the design of a woman's vagina. How can it accommodate my cock, which is several times thicker than a tampon, with such ease and then hold a small tampon in so tightly it won't slip out?"

She smiled, "It's even more extreme than that. Women can push an eight-pound or bigger baby through it and it will recover to normal size in just a short while. I don't know how that works but, thank God, it does." 

I reached for her hands and pulled her up and off the bed. She wrapped her arms around me and we passionately kissed and hugged as I cupped her firm bottom. 

The shower felt great after our jog and we enjoyed washing each other under the flood of warm water. Since the shower was quite large and had a seat built into the molded stall, Pam was able to sit and spread her legs while I applied the shaving gel and started to work. 

As she watched, I began by shaving the area above her Mons until it was totally smooth with no stubble. I asked her to raise a leg so I could reach the hair on her labia. Of course I had to hold and stretch each labia to reach all the hair and watch for those little bumps and moles she mentioned. After a few minutes, she was totally bald and smooth. Her pussy was beautiful and I could tell from the vaginal flow that she was really into my touching her. 

"Sweetheart, I need to shave your ass now. Can you stand up, bend over and spread your cheeks." I don't think I could ever tire of looking at her small ass and her dainty fingers pulling the cheeks open. I applied some of the shaving gel to the hair in her crack but tried to avoid getting any on her anus. The menthol would cause a problem, I thought, with the sensitive nerve endings there. 

I pulled up on the skin inside her crack while I shaved downward and away from the hole. The job was finished in just a moment and I flooded the area with shower water. Pam stood, put her foot on the seat and felt her pussy and ass. 

"This is wonderful. I don't feel any stubble and the smoothness is amazing. My skin is very sensitive. Here, rub my cunt and see what I mean." 

Now I was grinning, "I'll be glad to." I reached down and cupped her pussy and rubbed it gently as I slipped a finger into her vaginal opening. However, there was a tampon in the way. 

"Can I remove the obstacle sweetheart?" She smiled and opened her legs a bit wider as I pulled the white string down and watched the clean wet tampon slowly emerge from her vagina. She was really wet and the glow in her eyes told me she was ready to rock. I replaced the tampon with two fingers that searched for her special spot but the angle was too severe for me to reach it. 

"Stand up on the seat. I won't let you fall." I held her hand as she stepped up. This put her pussy at a much better height for me to reach her G-spot and nibble her clit at the same time. I could feel the squishing viscous liquid in her tunnel as she started moaning and pulling my head into her pussy. With my available hand, I reached up and supported the weight of her right breast and lightly pinched the nipple. 

Pam reached down, grabbed both sides of my head and forced me to look at her face. Her eyes told me she was serious when she exclaimed, "FUCK ME NOW!"

I reached behind to her bottom and lifted her body above my waist. As I stood erect, she wrapped her arms around my neck and locked her feet behind my back. I lowered her onto my rock hard cock. It sank immediately into the depths of her vagina as we gazed into each other's wild eyes. I began to lift and lower her bottom as I thrust over and over into the warm tunnel suspended in the air. I could feel my cock head hit her cervix as it tried to enter her womb. She moaned and let out sudden gasps and grunts. Never had I been this deep inside a woman's body and I knew I couldn't last long. 

Pam squeezed my cock as I bounced her up and down. Her eyes told me she was about to have a big one. She whispered, "Don't dare stop." She squeezed her legs tighter and hung on for dear life as her orgasm arrived. I could hear her pained breathing but mine was just as ragged and loud. It was like I was in a trance as my orgasm mated with hers and we erupted together. With a small growl-like scream, Pam ejaculated at the exact same time I did and we looked into each other's eyes with totally wild passion as the tingling sensations consumed our bodies. 

I stopped and held her close with her legs wrapped around my waist. Her vagina continued to spasm and massage my cock, as we remained locked together. Her head was on my shoulder and I could hear her whimpering and feel her body shaking. 

I raised her slowly off my cock; she released her legs and both of us collapsed onto the floor of the shower. We sat there totally exhausted under the warm shower water; both speechless while we each tried to catch our breath. 

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Pam and I dressed for the day in jeans. We planned to drive to Chattanooga the following morning and I needed to do some minor maintenance at the cabin before we left. I called the firewood supplier and he promised to bring a cord over that afternoon. I then called Ron and asked him to email the employees work schedule for next week. He was curious about why I needed it and I explained my plan. He was very pleased and thought the employees would be also. He then asked about my vacation. I just said it was great, that I think I have a new outlook and I looked forward to seeing him. We agreed to meet Monday morning and lay out my schedule for the employee meetings. I decided not to mention Pam just yet. 

Pam spent the morning cleaning the kitchen and arranging food items in the cabinets. I changed the pilot light nozzle in the hot water heater, vacuumed the entire cabin and resealed one of the windows that had been leaking air. 

For lunch, we drove to Susan's Place as promised. When Pam and I walked in, we were met with a chorus of greetings from Susan, Carl, Tony and Jack, one of my dad's other friends. 

All except Tony walked over and shook hands with me and hugged Pam. 

Susan asked, "Tom, when are you headed home?" 

"We're going tomorrow morning. Pam needs to get settled in and I need to get a lot done before Monday." Susan smiled and nodded. I suppose she had guessed Pam would be going with me but this was the first confirmation. 

Pam added, "We did go visit my mom this week and also saw my sister. They are very excited for us." 

Carl responded, "All of us are excited for you two. I can't wait to hear your parents reaction." 

"Did you, Gene and Bill make it to Greenville the other day?" Carl looked at Susan.

Susan replied, "They're just all talk and no action." I had a feeling that other words were said about that after we had left but it was between them.

Carl then pulled a chair out for Pam and seated her while I went to the kitchen to congratulate Tony on the purchase of the diner. 

When I returned, I heard Pam say, "Susan, I've decided I'm going back to college and finish the degree I started a few years ago." 

"That's great. What do you want to do longer term?" 

"I want to be involved somehow with children. Maybe teach or work with challenged kids." 

"That's wonderful. There's a big need for great teachers."

Susan then said to me, "After our talk this week, I sent your mom and dad an e-mail to let them know we'd seen you and that you were doing fine. I did not mention Pam or anything else we discussed so that will be your story to tell." 

"Thanks Susan. This is going to take a while to explain and we need to do it face to face. I'm not sure when they're arriving back in Miami but I think it's early next week. I also want to introduce Pam to Lydia's parents as soon as possible." 

We then ordered lunch. Pam had a chef salad and I had a club sandwich. I stopped by Jack's table and filled him in on my parent's doings and he asked me to give his best to them. 

We bid farewell to everyone and wished all a Happy Thanksgiving that was just a week away. 

While driving back to the cabin, Pam asked if she could take a few of Lydia's clothes with us. I assured her that anything she wanted, she could have. Lydia had always been a clothing addict and many of her outfits were stunning. Pam was thrilled. 

She again brought up a previous topic. "Tom, I want to find a job as soon as possible and start earning my way. I can't get into the university until next semester or maybe even the fall of next year. What would you think about me working at one of your restaurants? I'm a good server. But I don't want you to give me the job. I want to apply for it like everyone else and interview like anyone would have to do." 




A Miracle at the Cabin Ch. 07



"You don't want anyone to know about our relationship?" 

"Not until I have a job that I got on my own merits." 

"Pam, I really don't like the idea of you working at a restaurant. Remember what happened in Charlotte. You and your boyfriend never saw each other. I'll be working mostly days and you'll be working many nights. I don't like that."

She was silent for a moment before replying, "I'm glad you reminded me. So if I could find a day job, you would be fine with that?"

"Of course. What about working in a bank? I know you have great interpersonal skills. Can you handle the detail work and the math involved?"

"Sure, I did it as a server." 

"I have a friend who manages one of the Bank of America branches. We use them for our business. Let me see if he has any openings. I won't tell him about our relationship so you can go in and apply on your own. I promise not to use my influence." 

After a moment, I continued, "Pam, I have the money to support you if you want to do something other than work every day." 

"I know, but I want to feel like I'm contributing at least a little bit." 

"That's fine. I understand. On Monday, I'll give Jason a call at the bank and see if he's looking for anyone. If not at his branch, maybe he'll know of an opening somewhere."

"You mentioned that your parents are going to be home soon. Can we have them for dinner? Maybe your dad will be gentle with me and my cooking." 

"He's going to love your cooking and I think you'll blow them both away. Let me check their cruise schedule and I'll call them when the ship docks." 

"What about meeting Lydia's parents?" 

"Maybe we can take them to lunch Sunday. I'll give them a call when we get to the cabin." 

After we arrived, I started the fire again while Pam headed to the bathroom. When she returned, I dialed Rick and Donna, Lydia's parents, and turned on the speaker so Pam could hear. 

"Hello."

"Hi Donna, this is Tom."

"Hi Tom, so good to hear from you. How did the week at the cabin go?" 

"It was really good. I had plenty of time to reflect on Lydia and my life. I think I've finally been able to let go of her and start looking ahead. She will always be a major part of me but my grief has been holding me hostage too long." 

"That's wonderful. Rick and I have really been worried about you."

"I know. These two years have been tough on all of us. But life goes on and there's a lot of future to think about. 

"The reason I'm calling is that I'd like to take you two to lunch after church on Sunday. I have someone I want you to meet."

There was a moment of silence. 

"Tom, have you met someone?"

"I have. Her name is Pam." We could hear Donna choking up. 

With a very shaky voice, she said, "That's wonderful news. We love you very much, Tom, and this is an answer to our prayers. How did you meet her? 

"That's kind of a long story so we'll tell you on Sunday."

"Where do you want to meet?" 

We'll swing by and pick you up at 12:45.

"We'll be ready. We really look forward to seeing you two." 

"I love you Donna." 

"Love you too. Bye." 

Pam looked at me and smiled. "She sounds really nice."

"She is and so is Rick. They were a great help to Lydia and me during her illness and both of them have stayed close to me after she died. Her death hit them as hard as it hit me. She was their only child and they were devastated." 

About that time, I heard a truck straining to come up the lane. It was the firewood being delivered. I put a jacket on and went out to guide the driver around the cabin. He backed the truck next to the porch and dumped the wood on the ground. A cord made a big pile. I wrote a check and he left immediately. 

I walked back inside. "We are set now. I'm going to change to work clothes and start stacking." 

"I'll change and help you." 

For the rest of the afternoon, we stacked firewood. Pam proved to be a very hard worker, carrying and stacking as many pieces as I did. We stopped only once for a beer and to rest a few minutes. The very crisp air helped preserve our energy. By 5:00 the job was done and we carried some of the old wood in for the evening fire. 

I asked, "Can I grill the steaks for us tonight?" 

"Yum, that'd be great. We have a few potatoes and onions left. I'll make onion rings in the oven if you'd like. We also have carrot cake left."

"Let me run out and grab a bottle of wine. You do like red wine, don't you."

"Absolutely. I love most all wines." 

"So a shiraz or Bordeaux would be good?" 

"Sure. You want me to go with you?" 

"No, why don't you start on the onion rings and I'll only be a few minutes." 

Well, that promise of a few minutes turned into 90 minutes. I had a flat tire and didn't have the cell phone with me to call Pam. I didn't have a flashlight and it was so dark along the country road that I had to wait till someone came by that could help.

In about fifteen minutes, a pickup truck stopped and the elderly driver asked if I needed help. I told him the situation and he pulled his truck in behind me to shine his headlights on the car. I was then able to get the jack situated in the proper place and the tire changed. Thank God for nice neighbors willing to help. 

I hurried to change it as quickly as I could and still get to the wine store before it closed. I didn't make it so had to go on to another store that was ten miles farther. When I finally made it home, it was clear Pam had been in a panic and had been crying. 

"Where have you been? You worried me to death Tom. I tried to call you but you never answered. I was just sure something really bad had happened." 

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. My phone is here but it's probably set on vibrate." I then explained what happened and promised to never leave without the phone again. That was the first time I could sense Pam's real dependence on me and our relationship being much more than just sex and friendship. 

It was very late when we finally had dinner but everything was still good. We sat in front of the fire for a couple of hours, sipped wine and talked about many things. But the thing that struck me the most was how she was now looking to me for guidance, comfort and protection. This was very much like my mom did with dad. It felt good to have someone depend on me once again. I committed in my mind to cherish her like my dad did mom. 

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Early the next morning, I took my cell phone and a cup of coffee and drove to a garage about three miles away to have the tire repaired. By 9:00 I was back at the cabin and helping Pam prepare breakfast. At 10:30, we set the thermostat for low heat, turned the water pump off, locked the doors and headed to Chattanooga. 

As we drove toward Atlanta, I asked Pam why she was being so quiet.

"I've just been sitting here thinking. A week ago early this morning, you walked into my room and I screamed my head off. Today, I'm going to be living with you and starting a new life. What a miracle this is. I was down and depressed and really had very few options. I knew I would have to find a job somewhere but I had no clue where. I had less than a thousand dollars so hotel rooms were out of the question. But then God sent my knight in shining armor." 

"I'm certainly no knight in the romantic fairy tale sense. I have my warts and I'm sure you will see many of those."

Pam reached for my hand, pulled it to her lips and kissed it. "You know, I'm falling in love with you, don't you? Those warts are not going to matter." 

"I'm also falling in love with you Pam. I keep telling myself that it's just not possible that you are I are together like this when a week ago we hadn't met. But here we are. It's truly a miracle."

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I pulled into my driveway and pushed the garage door opener. 

"Tom, this house is amazing. I had no idea it would be this large."

"It's more space than we really need but I like the location." 

When we parked, Pam saw an old Jeep Wrangler that I used for off-roading. 

"Is that what Lydia was driving?" 

"Well sometimes. It runs great. But the small car on the other side is the one I was talking about." 

We walked around the Jeep and took the protective cover off the car. Pam screamed, "OH MY GOD!" She stood there in total shock with her hand over her mouth. "I can't believe this. Oh my god. Tom, this can't be for real. Are you kidding me? This is just not possible."  

She was looking at a palladium gray 2008 Mercedes SLR McLaren roadster. 

"It's still almost new. It only has about 4000 miles on it. Lydia drove it around town for about 18 months before she was essentially bed-ridden. But she loved this car. She said it had the same personality that she had. She would want you to drive it and love it just like she did."

Pam threw herself into my arms and tears welled into her eyes. "Thank you. I'll take great care of it just like she would. I just can't believe the privilege I have of driving this beautiful machine. Thank you, thank you, thank you. This is just amazing. I can't believe it."

"Pam, listen to me sweetheart. Pam, look at me! PAM, are you listening?"

"OK, sorry. I just can't take my eyes off of her. Now, I'm listening." 

"This car is very fast and can get out of your control before you know it. It can kill you. It's obviously rear wheel drive. It has a supercharged V-8 that generates over 600 horsepower with a top speed of over 200 mph. It loves gas and drinks a lot of it. You may or may not get ten miles per gallon and it only drinks the expensive stuff. It's the only one in Chattanooga according to the dealer so you will stand out and draw a lot of attention, especially from the police. So watch your speed and please don't take any chances. There will be a number of guys who will pull up next to you and want to drag race. Just ignore them. They know it's fast so you don't have to show them. OK? Do you promise not to do any racing?"

She said rapidly, "OK. I promise. I just can't believe this. I have never seen one except in magazines." 

"Pam, what did you just promise?"

She had to think for a few seconds. "Oh, I promised not to race anyone." 

"OK. I didn't think you were listening." 

I raised the driver's door and she slipped under the steering wheel. Pam commented, "I had no idea the doors went up and not out on this car." 

"The keys are in it. Start it up." 

I raised the garage door. The engine started immediately and sounded like the perfectly engineered racing engine that it was. I had started and ran it for at least fifteen minutes every week since Lydia parked it, just to keep the battery charged and oil well circulated. 

"After dinner, we'll take it for a run downtown. You'll look great in it. Of course, you'd look great driving any car." 

"Thank you! I will feel great. I've never driven or even been in a Mercedes, much less a convertible like this. All my dinky cars were well used when I got them."

She studied the controls, instruments and all the options for adjusting the car's Bose sound system. She turned on the CD player and cranked up U2's "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For." I had wondered what happened to that CD. She turned to me and grinned while the lyrics seemed to explode from the speakers. 

"Tom, You're what I've been looking for. Thank you sweetheart." 

"You're welcome. Now let's get the grand tour out of the way and get you settled in." 

We walked through the garage into the family room, which had vaulted ceilings and a large stone fireplace. Behind it was the kitchen with Sub-Zero and Viking appliances. Ten people could comfortably cook side by side there and Lydia had proven it several times. The cabinetry was all custom made from cherry. The library/sitting room looked out over the valley through a 12-foot high triple cathedral window that spanned the entire wall. The house was angled to allow only the morning light in during the summer but more sunlight during the winter. The dining room was next to the kitchen. 

We walked through all the bedrooms and she picked the one that would become her office. My office was a very quite room in the basement next to the home theater room. 

Pam loved the king-size bed we would be using as well as the master bath Jacuzzi and huge double shower. It was now almost dark outside so I turned on the floods and pool lights. Of course, the pool was covered and winterized so there wasn't much to see there. 

"Tom, your house just blows my mind. I can't believe people actually live in mansions like this." 

"Pam, it's no longer my house. It's our house. You're bringing a new life and spirit that will make this house our home."

Again, tears came into her eyes and she hugged me. We stood in front of the window, embraced and looked in silence at the glimmer of the Chattanooga city lights. I let myself reflect on Lydia and me doing that many times but it was no longer a sad memory. There was a joy in the depths of my soul as I knew for a fact she was watching over Pam and me. 

We decided to have dinner in town but went to one of my competitor's seafood restaurants. Pam decided to leave the roadster at home. When we walked in, the owner saw me and walked over with a huge grin on his face. 

"Tom, great to see you finally come to a good restaurant."

"Hi Matt. Yeah, my restaurants are all full tonight but I knew you'd have plenty of room." 

"So who is this lovely creature?" 

"Pam, this is Matt. Matt-Pam. He owns this restaurant, such as it is." 

Pam asked, "Hi Matt, do you two spar like this all the time?" 

Matt replied, "Yes. But we love each other. Don't we Tom?" 

"Actually, Matt was in my wedding and we've known each other for 25 years-ever since we were in the first grade."

"I go to Tom's restaurants quite often and try to recruit his best employees and he comes here to see how great food can be." 

"I just hope I'm here right after the health inspector so his employees haven't yet lapsed into their old ways." 

Matt reached for two menus, "Let me show you to our best table near the kitchen entrance." He actually took us to a great table along the wall that had a nice view of the fireplace about 15 feet away. Unlike my restaurants' natural gas burning fireplaces, his was the real thing and was beautiful. 

"You two enjoy the meal. The halibut tonight is fantastic."

I whispered loud enough for Matt to hear. "It's really catfish that his cooks pulled out of the river this morning." 

Matt just shook his head and walked away. 

We both ordered the halibut and Matt was right. The texture and flavor was outstanding. As the night was winding down, Matt returned and sat with us. He asked our server to bring over the after dinner drink cart and offered us anything we wanted. I had a nice French cognac and Pam had Blanton's Bourbon neat. 

"Tom, I really am glad to see you. Are you two dating now?"

"Yes, we've been going out for a while. Pam is from South Carolina and she'll be going to UT here to finish her degree." 

"I'm really happy for you, buddy. Pam, when you get tired of him, let me know."

I looked at Pam. "Matt says that to all the pretty girls, and some boys." Everyone laughed loudly including the table of patrons next to us. 

We then switched to talking about business and the economy that appeared to be improving; then we moved on to local politics and taxes. It was a very good evening and we both enjoyed the camaraderie and the dinner. 

When we arrived at the house, it was about 9:30 so we took the McLaren out for a drive. Pam struggled with the acceleration and the sensitivity of the gas pedal. She spun the tires almost every time but gradually got the hang of it. She took us over to I-75 and hit the gas hard in the acceleration lane. The tires spun but finally grabbed and the roadster threw our heads back as it shot out like a bullet past a corvette that had been well ahead of us. Of course that appeared to be a challenge to the poor corvette driver and he pulled up beside us and hit his accelerator a few times to show he wanted to race. I was proud of Pam as she looked straight ahead and ignored him. But she was grinning big time. The corvette driver was very lucky that she left him with some ego.  

We returned home about 45 minutes later. After parking it, Pam met me in front of the car, snuggled into my arms and said, "There's only one thing that would make that ride better." She pulled my head down and we kissed more passionately than ever before. Her tongue was everywhere inside my mouth and mine fought back furiously as our hands reached for belts and buttons. When I dropped her bra and suckled those magnificent nipples, she stroked my cock until it was throbbing. 

Pam dropped to her knees and took my entire erection deep into her throat. Her tongue pressed into and massaged the bottom of my penis over and over again. Her saliva dripped onto the floor and her gorgeous eyes locked onto mine while she cradled my balls and gently pulled and massaged them. 

"I've got to have you, Pam." She stood, turned and laid her chest onto the warm car hood; and I inserted all I had into that amazing hot pussy. She was very wet and started moaning immediately as I stroked in and out with reckless abandon. I was thrusting so hard her feet were leaving the floor and her breasts were squeaking on the hood. I could feel her vaginal muscles clinching my cock as I rammed in and out. Pam did her best to thrust her hips back into me while my cock pounded into her G-spot. 

The orgasm began deep within her. I could feel the rhythmic clinching and releasing of her vagina and I could see her butthole going in an out with each clinch. The intensity of her moans increased with each stroke and she squirmed under me. "Tom, Tom, oh god. Jeezz Tom, don't stop. OH MY GOD! OOOOOHHH GOD." She struggled for air and her lungs let out small gasps between each stoke.

"That feels sooooo good. Go faster. FASTER! Oh my god, oh god. TOM! Here it cums. Oooh Jesus."

Her back suddenly arched upward until only her nipples were touching the warm roadster hood. She looked over her shoulder at me as I continued to thrust and she gasped for air. Her eyes were out of focus. She suddenly looked straight ahead and I could hear a very guttural scream when her pussy squeezed my cock. That carried me over the edge and I shot jet after jet of hot semen into the depths of her blazing hot vagina. I shuddered as my balls tried to find even more to shoot. 

Pam screamed again and I could hear her ejaculated fluid hit the metal hood and could feel it running down my bare legs and dripping on the floor at my feet. She collapsed onto the car once again and continued moaning as small spasms caused her body to twitch. Our bodies took several moments to recover but my mind was numb from all the sensations. Pam slowly pushed herself off the car, turned into me and placed her head on my chest. She continued to breath deeply and then apologized for spraying the front of the car. 

"Sweetheart, all you did was christen her. Now you have to name her." 

She continued to struggle for air. 

"Did, uh uh did Lydia have a, uh a name for her?" 

"No, I don't think she did." Pam continued trying to recover and finally could breathe normally. 

"Then I think I'm going to call her 'Angel.' That will remind me how we met and the eternal love that Lydia had for you." 

"I think Angel is a perfect name. It will also remind you how she can deliver a message. Just remember your promise to keep her and your ego under control when you and Angel are out cruising." 

"Tom, I already promised you. I know you're worried but please trust me. I will not let you down." 

"OK. I'm satisfied. Not another word about it. Now let's get the rest of your stuff unpacked."




A Miracle at the Cabin Ch. 07



We walked again to the master bedroom. As she unpacked her clothes and those that had belonged to Lydia, I helped arrange them in her walk-in-closet. There were probably 50 or more outfits and dresses hanging there already. This shocked Pam and she spent several minutes just gazing at all the wonderful styles and fabrics. Luckily, almost all of them would fit Pam perfectly. Pam loved the large full-length lighted mirror in the closet. Only the shoes would need to find a new home because Pam's foot was longer and narrower than Lydia's. 

We showered and were in bed by midnight. While getting into bed, Pam noticed Lydia's photo on the nightstand. That was the first time she had seen her picture. 

She picked it up and studied her quietly for a moment before commenting, "Tom, she was beautiful. Look at those eyes and cute dimples. I'm sorry I didn't get to know her. We would have been great friends."

She smiled and we kissed goodnight. 

End of Chapter 7 – Stay tuned. 



A Miracle at the Cabin Ch. 08



Please read the previous chapters before this one to understand the story up to this point. None of these chapters are stand-alone. This chapter does contain erotic scenes including a mild anal scene. 

Enjoy. 




Early Sunday morning, I awoke to an empty bed. Normally, I'm the first up but not today for some reason. I put on a robe and headed to the kitchen. Pam was sitting on one of the counter stools, sipping coffee and reading a book. 

She looked up as I walked in. "Good morning, sweetheart."

"Good morning, young lady. So you learned how to use the coffee machine." 

"It took a while but I figured it out. I've never used a Jura coffeemaker but it's kind of like the commercial units in restaurants where I've worked. It makes very good coffee." 

I walked over to the machine, pressed a button and listened to the grinding of the beans. The coffee was dispensed in just a minute. 

"What are you reading?" 

"I strolled through the library early this morning and found many interesting books on childhood education. This one caught my eye as it was written by Lydia."

"She wrote it on home schooling practices and it was published only a few months before she died. She was very pleased with the way it came out." 

"I imagine she was. It's very readable and the illustrations and resource references are wonderful."

"I think it's still selling on Amazon. The publisher sent her 50 copies that are down in the storage area. Why are you up so early?" 

She looked at me with a concerned expression. "I had another dream last night. I woke up in the middle of it and couldn't get back to sleep."

I pulled out the stool next to her and sat. "What was the dream about?" 

Pam paused and was obviously upset. "Lydia appeared and told me she was very happy I was with you. She knew that I had named her car 'Angel' and she said that you and she had sex in it one time."

I suddenly felt flushed and light headed. It had been four years before and I'd almost forgotten. No one knew we had sex there. 

"Yes, we did. It was just after I bought it. But it was so cramped in the car that we had to get out. She sat on the trunk lid while I held her legs up. Is that all she said?"

"No, she said that I should be your biggest supporter and helper. She said that your love has no limits but there will be difficult times ahead that will test us both. That was when I woke in a cold sweat. The difficult times prediction scared me."

She smiled, "I wonder how she knew I had named her car?" 

"Remember what I told you her last words were? She said she would never leave me. She must have been with me when you named Angel." 

"So she has been with you since we met?" 

"I've no idea. Maybe she comes and goes somehow."

"Were you thinking about her while we were talking about the car?" 

"Yes, you asked me if Lydia had given it a name and I was thinking about her when I answered."

"Is it possible that her spirit comes to you when you think about her?" 

"Now that's a good question. I don't know. Where you thinking about her before you went to sleep last night?" 

"Yes. After I saw her photo, all the other things you told me about her suddenly had a face and I thought a lot about her, this house, her clothes and her car. I suppose I fell asleep thinking about her." 

"And then she appeared to you in a dream." 

"Yes." 

"The same thing happened to me the second night in the cabin. You had asked me about her and what she was like. After I went to bed, I continued thinking about her until I fell asleep. Then she appeared to me in the dream. Maybe this means that if we are thinking seriously about someone before we fall asleep, we will dream about them."

"And as I think about it, I was thinking about my dad that night he later appeared in my dream to tell me he was worried about me. But just because I thought about him doesn't explain his prophetic warning." 

I responded, "Maybe you're right, our spirits somehow connect with our departed ones when we think about them? Is that possible?"

We stared at each other. Pam responded, "With God, anything is possible, I suppose." 

I continued, "That would explain how Lydia knew I had continued to mourn her death for the last two years. She begged me in the dream to let her go. Maybe by me continuing to mourn her, I was causing her spirit to remain with me at least part of the time."

Pam finally said, "I'm going to continue reading the books we bought on dreams. Maybe someone else has thought about this or there are other examples of it. This whole subject is new to me and I'm fascinated by the possibilities." 

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Before breakfast, we decided to take a jog. 

"There's a nice circular route we can take that's about two miles. You want to do a lap?" 

"Sounds perfect. Let's go." 

It was a beautiful, but very cool, morning and we enjoyed the run and watching the sunrise over the valley. Pam was impressed that I didn't beg for a rest stop this time. 

For breakfast, I decided to fix scrambled eggs and a ham steak that I knew Pam would like. She stood near me the entire time studying the controls on the Viking range and then opening all the cabinets to see what kind of cookware and dinnerware we had. She was pleased that Lydia had chosen All-Clad products. 

"Tom, I can't believe how well-equipped this kitchen is. You have everything." 

"Not really. Lydia loved to cook. It was one of her passions and she deserved to have the best I could give her. But I haven't bought anything new in the last four years so you might find a few things missing that you'll want." 

"If I can't make do with this kitchen, then you need to just drop me at the local mental hospital. But why is the island so long?"

"She loved to have friends over to cook and visit. She would invite four or five of her friends over at least once a month. They would cook and talk all afternoon, learn new techniques from each other and then take the food they prepared home to their families. She called it her bonding time with the sisters she never had. I've seen as many as ten people working around this island all at the same time." 

"That's a fantastic idea."

"You may want to do the same thing with new friends you'll have." 

After breakfast, Lydia headed to the Jacuzzi and I showed her how the controls worked. I went back to the kitchen and cleaned up while she soaked in the frothy water. 

At 10:15, we dressed and headed down the mountain to a church that Lydia and I attended. My friends were excited to meet Pam and welcomed her to the service. The message was on forgiveness and how we must forgive others like God forgave us. 

After the service, many of the couples that had been so helpful to Lydia and me surrounded us and introduced themselves to Pam. Some of the ladies wanted to take her to lunch and Wednesday was chosen as the best day for everyone. 

On the way home, Pam talked about the warm welcome. "I really felt a friendly atmosphere in the church and everyone was super nice to me. They obviously love you, Tom, and were happy for you." 

I immediately thought about Madison, one of the loving young church friends of Lydia. 

"Many of the ladies you met were close friends of ours. They helped with her care during the really rough times near the end. Only real friends will walk with you during times like that and I'm very happy to say they were for real. They will also embrace you if you let them." 

"Of course I'll let them. I need all the true friends I can get." 

"We all do. Now let's get ready for lunch. I promised Donna we'd pick them up in about 45 minutes."

"Where are we taking them?" 

"I'm a member of a local country club; so we'll go there. The dining is really nice." 

Pam touched up her makeup and put on a beautiful light tan knee length dress and a combination of jewelry from Lydia's and her own collection. She was gorgeous and I was very proud to be in her company. 

We arrived at Rick and Donna's house a couple of minutes early. The reception they gave Pam was just amazing. 

Donna answered the door. "Pam, so very nice to meet you! Tom, you look very happy and I can see why. What a lovely young lady! Please come in." 

I formally introduced Pam to Donna as we stood in the entry hall. 

"Donna, I'm delighted to meet you. Tom has told me so much about you and Rick that I feel I already know you." 

Just then Rick walked in and was all smiles. I introduced Pam and there was a brief awkward moment when they couldn't decide whether to shake hands or hug. Finally Pam took his hand and hugged him at the same time. They laughed. Pam captured the moment perfectly when she said, "Rick, I'm more of a hugger than a shaker." 

Donna then said, "Well, I should get a hug too!" They both embraced and smiled. 

Rick said they were ready so we walked to the car and drove to the club, which was about 30 minutes away. The car was full of pleasant chatter the entire time as each got to know a bit more about Pam and vice versa. 

Once seated at our table, Donna asked, "How in the world did you two meet?" Pam looked at me and the smile on her face told me I should tell the whole story.

"That's what we wanted to tell you in person. It's a strange but wonderful story." 

Donna interrupted, "Before you begin, just let me ask. Did you two meet for the first time at the cabin on Tom's birthday?" Pam gasped. 

That sudden tingling chill raced through my body once again. She knew about Lydia's dream! We both smiled and Pam reached for my hand. 

I asked, "Did Lydia tell you about her dream?" 

"Yes. She told me all of her dreams, I think. She also told Susan but I don't think Susan ever knew she also shared them with me." I glanced at Rick but he obviously didn't know anything. Donna also noticed, "Rick, I was her mother and you know how close we were. She made me promise to tell you everything after it happened." 

I added, "Rick, don't feel you were the only one left out. So was I." 

The waiter came and took our orders. For the next hour, we gave Rick the entire story and filled in Donna on the parts she didn't know. There were a number of tears quietly shed but the joy of how God had worked in Lydia's life and in ours to bring Pam and me together filled us. 

After lunch, we drove to our house and I made a copy of Susan's notes for Donna and Rick to read. We sat in the library all afternoon and talked about life and the future. Pam heard about Lydia from a mom's point of view. The two of them spent a long time talking in the kitchen. I was sure Pam would fill me in later. 

Rick and I took Angel down the mountain to gas her up. We then stopped by one of my restaurants to say high to everyone. For late Sunday afternoon, the place was busy which is always a thrill for me to see. I circulated among the tables and greeting as many of the guests as I could. Rick and I then sat at the bar and had a beer.

I could tell something was on Rick's mind so I just asked him what he was thinking. 

He replied, "Tom, is it possible that Pam has been in Playboy? She is very familiar looking."

"That comes up often. No, she hasn't; but there's an adult model and film actress named Nikki Lee who looks almost identical to Pam. She's the woman you saw in the magazine. Pam told me all about her and how she's mistaken for her by a lot of guys. Pam is taller and four years younger. Other than that, they could be identical twins."

"Well, I don't know if I'm relieved or not. I always wanted to meet a Playboy model."

We both laughed. I knew that feeling. 

We headed back to the house, joined the girls and decided to make a pizza for dinner. The girls seemed to have fun deciding on the ingredients and preparing the dough. We had a small commercial-quality pizza oven in the kitchen but I had not used it for several years. Thankfully, it still worked. 

I pulled out two bottles of 2001 wine from Tuscany and decanted them ahead of dinner. While I was in the wine cellar, I noticed how short I was on many of the reds that Lydia and I always enjoyed. I made another mental note to go wine buying with Pam. 

Donna later saw me and Rick gazing out the window in the library and walked over. She stood beside me and put her arm around my waist. I put mine around hers. She hugged me and whispered, "I love her already. She is so much like Lydia I just can't believe it. Her personality and natural beauty could not be any better. I am so happy for you." 

I replied, "It's truly a miracle, Donna. I think Lydia somehow had a role in choosing her."

Pam walked over and I put my other arm around her waist. She asked what we were looking at. 

"We were just standing here talking about how wonderful you are," I replied. 

"Yeah, I'll bet. The pizza is about ready." 

The girls had done a magnificent job. The thin crust was crispy but not tough and the toppings included all my favorites. After dinner, we finished the wine in the library and then Pam and I took Rick and Donna home. 

While driving back, Pam was just bubbling over. "I can't believe how nice Donna is. It's like I've known her a long time. She told me stories about Lydia when she was growing up and how she went through the tom-boy stage and the rebellious stages. She also told me how relieved she and Rick were when they first met you. Evidently Lydia had your number early because she told Donna you two were going to be married only a month after you started dating." 

"She did?" 

"That's what Donna said. Obviously Lydia knew what she wanted, just like I do." 

"You do, huh?" 

"Yep, among other things, I want you as soon as we get home." She reached over and unzipped my trousers. 

"Pam, I'm driving." 

"Don't tell me you've never had road head." 

"I guess you and I ran around in different circles." 

She reached in and pulled my cock out. After being stroked awhile, it came up for action. Her hands were very talented, but the space between the shift lever and the seats wasn't enough for her body. She continued to stroke it until I was parked in our garage. Rather than get out, I moved the seat back and she got on her knees and engulfed junior in her warm mouth. 

After a few moments, I said, "That feels amazing; but before I shoot, can we get in the back seat? I want your pussy." 

"Oooohhh, you do, huh? At least I'm not a virgin this time." 

"And I promise not to shoot early like your first guy did." 

We scrambled to the back after pulling our clothes off and laying them on the car hood. I sat facing the front and Pam straddled my lap facing the back as she guided me into her vagina. I began aggressively massaging her clit and butt. 

"Ooooh, that feels soooo good." She started raising and lowering herself on my cock as she held onto the seat back. Her full breasts were rubbing all over my face and I began suckling her nipples, which were fully erect. 

"Yes, yes. I love it. Keep nursing me, sweetheart." 

She began bouncing rapidly and trying to get me deeper and deeper into her vagina. In her enthusiasm, she rose so high that my cock slipped out. When she slammed back down, the head of my cock penetrated a short distance into her rectum, which surprised both of us. She immediately jumped off and stopped. 

"SHIT, that hurt."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that." 

"It was my fault, Tom. I was out of control." 

"Are you OK?" 

"Yeah, I suppose. That really surprised me. And I was just a few seconds away from a great climax. Damn it!" 

"Oh well. We need to take a timeout and let me clean up. We don't want any bacteria from your bowels inside your vagina." 

We crawled out of the back seat, grabbed our clothes and walked straight to the shower. She turned to me and said, "I guess I was wrong. Your did manage to get a cock in my ass and I even did it for you." All we could do was laugh but I could tell it bothered her to be penetrated that way. 

Later that night, we were in bed and I brought up the anal sex issue once again. 

"Sweetheart, don't take this wrong as I have no interest in anal sex with you. But have you had a very bad experience with it? I just sense that it really bothered you when I accidently entered you." 

She turned to me and stared into my eyes and frowned. Tears welled in those gorgeous blue eyes and I instantly knew that something really bad had happened.

"When I was at Furman, I dated a guy for about a month. We did have normal sex a few times and I really liked him. The sex was very good and he always got me off. 

"One night he asked if I would let him enter my ass. I said absolutely not. But the next time he had me in missionary position, he pushed my legs up so that my knees were holding my shoulders and arms down. Before I could even react, he rammed his cock into my butt. No preparation, no extra lubrication or anything. He just impaled me and held me down until he came in my rectum. It felt like he had split me in two. 

"I tried to hit him or scratch his face but I couldn't get my arms freed up enough to do that. I was screaming the best I could with his hand over my mouth but no one came to help me. Girls were always screaming when they had sex so no one paid any attention." 

"So he raped you." 

"Yes he did."

"Did you report him?" 

"No, I was too ashamed that it happened. I didn't want to re-live it by telling the story over and over to the authorities." 

"What happened after that?" 

"Of course, I never would let him around me again. I heard he told some other girl that I let him have my ass so I told her what really happened. She wouldn't date him after that. I guess the word got around as he suddenly had a hard time getting dates."

"Too bad he got off without a penalty worse than that." 

"Well, that's not exactly right. I was able to hit him in the back of the head with my chemistry book as he fled the room. I also slashed the tires on his Mustang Cobra and put a two-liter bottle of Coke in his gas tank." 

I laughed, "Good for you. No one saw you do it?"

"No, I had a friend who helped as a lookout. It was about 4:00am and no one was around. I heard he was really pissed and I imagine it cost him several thousand dollars to make the engine repairs. Plus those were very expensive tires." 

"Did he try to accuse you of it?" 

"He tried but I just expressed shock that someone would do that to his beautiful car. He probably had a lot of girls looking for a way to kick his ass so he didn't really know who to blame." 

"Remind me to never make you mad." 

She smile, then squinted and frowned, "You better watch it, mister! I can be a real bitch." 

"Yes, but you're an endearing bitch." 

"Gee thanks." We cuddled and she gradually fell asleep as I massaged her breasts. 

An hour later, I was still very restless and just couldn't get to sleep. Rather than lay there and listen to her sleeping noises, I went to the library. As I gazed out onto the city lights, I remembered a night a few months after Lydia died when I was given my first opportunity for real anal sex. 

Madison was a friend of Lydia from church. She was very helpful to us during her last four months of life. A month or so after the funeral, she called and brought over a very nice roasted chicken, salad, some steamed veggies and a lemon pie. She mentioned her husband was away so I asked her to stay and eat with me. After dinner and a nice bottle of wine, we sat and talked a long time. Until then, I really didn't know much about her. 

She told me that she and her husband had decided to split. He had moved out several weeks before and she was by herself. I knew she was hinting and flirting; I let it happen and even encouraged it. She was a very pretty sultry young lady with a lovely tan and a very athletic body. She had dark brunette hair, hazel eyes and was about my age. Her boobs were probably a large B or small C. She was built for sex. 




A Miracle at the Cabin Ch. 08



We came into the library and she sat close to me. I could still remember the lovely fragrance she was wearing. The next thing I knew, we were kissing as if we had been lovers forever. She was really into sex and she knew exactly what she wanted. 

She unzipped my trousers and pulled out my semi-erect cock. She stroked it as we kissed open-mouthed with tongues dancing. 

Madison took off her shoes and stood up on the sofa, facing me and straddled my legs. I remembered her lovely pedicure and those beautiful feet with long slender toes. She lifted her skirt and pulled my head under it. That's when it became obvious she wasn't wearing panties. She took my head and pulled it to her pussy. It had an enticing spicy fragrance and was dripping vaginal fluid. She was shaved and my tongue found a home in the folds of her vulva lapping her juices. The entire time she was standing over me, I was caressing the backs of her bare calves and thighs. She shivered as I ran my fingers up her thighs to her butt cheeks and toyed with her anus. 

Her ass was firm, round and perky. Madison loved my tongue and her vaginal juices were flowing more than I'd ever experienced. The loud moaning began and she squirmed as the climax built to become a raging fire within her. As my tongue did its magic, she stiffened and moaned as her inner thighs clinched my upper body. With another shudder, and a very deep sigh, she stepped back and sat down with her crotch straddling my lap and her face leaning against mine. I instantly reached under and massaged her clit and gently milked it while we gazed into each other's eyes. 

Madison reached under and guided my cock into her vagina. She was tight but her lubrication eased my entry. Although she was only 5'1" or so, her tunnel seemed to go on forever. I could never feel the bottom. She was in heaven and almost purred from the sensations as we fucked like rabbits. 

I still remember her explanation. "Tom, I'm sorry for coming on to you like this. I really needed your attention and I hope you needed mine. I asked Lydia's permission a few months ago to approach you. She knew that Jeff and I were planning to divorce and she knew that both you and I would need companionship. She gave me her blessing. I know you and I are very different people and I don't expect anything but companionship while I try to get my life back in order." 

"Madison, this is very unexpected and I really enjoyed it. I have a lot of sadness in my life right now but maybe you can bring some relief. Your body is just amazing." 

That began two months of a relationship that I'll never forget. She would come over a couple of times each week and it was pretty much non-stop sex for several hours. She knew every position and was almost a contortionist with some of them. 

I think she must have been watching a lot of porn because some of the positions were the standard ones used for a camera shoot. Madison would have at least three orgasms during each session but one night, she must have had ten. My cock was almost raw the next day. 

She loved to be watched and she often wanted me to just sit on the bed near her while she put several different dildos through their paces. I loved to watch her face as the toys slammed in and out of her pussy and rectum. To reach a climax, Madison would pull me into her crotch and "force" me to eat her pussy and nibble her clit. She never squirted but the vaginal juices were like a small flood many times. 

She even wanted me to watch her pee. However, she never did blowjobs. She said her gag reflex was just too bad. 

But, she was into anal, which like many other things she did, was totally new to me. Madison asked me to finger her ass with one, then two fingers. She obviously loved it and she taught me about lubrication and the stretching exercises she needed. She brought a butt plug one night that was tapered and she showed me how to work it slowly into her as the sphincter relaxed. All of this was really preparing her for my cock, of course. She had a really enticing dark brown butthole and an ass that was just to die for. 

I had never licked a butt before but she taught me about cleanliness and carefully washing the area. I learned from her that there are nerve endings around the anus that are similar to those in a clit. She said that women love to have their anus touched and massaged if they can mentally get over the image of it being a dirty area. 

She really enjoyed squatting over my face and letting me explore every part of her anatomy as she stroked my cock. We would often do whole body massages on each other. She had an orgasm once while I was massaging her feet and toes. Madison stayed overnight many times and I enjoyed seeing her naked body walk around the house with breasts jiggling and butt cheeks bouncing. She was a lovely young lady in the prime of her life. If sexual fulfillment was the only requirement in a marriage, I would have married her ten times. 

Madison loved to have her butt massaged and I would do it almost every time we were together. Then, she eventually asked me one night to enter her. I rubbed a lot of lubrication into her hole and along the shaft of my cock. It took an effort to get the head past her sphincter but constant pressure while she relaxed eventually allowed entry. Her rectum was very snug and warm as I slowly entered and took small limited strokes. She adjusted the angle of her body to allow a more direct entry and kept encouraging me to go slow as the penetration deepened. I reached around and massaged her engorged clit and she moaned with pleasure. 

Eventually, I was buried to my balls in her rectum; she asked me to flip over and let her lay on top. Rather than pull out, I just grabbed her waist and rolled us over on the bed so that she was on her back lying prone on my body. The pressure felt amazing. She reached for a dildo that she often used when were together and inserted it into her vagina. This double penetration really set me off as I could feel it working in and out through the thin membrane separating her two tunnels. I emptied my balls into her bowels as she screamed with pleasure from the double stimulation. 

Even though we did that several times in the following weeks, that first time will be burned in my memory forever. After a couple of months, Madison decided to sell her house and move back to Kansas City to be with her parents. We later had our own little going away party with almost four hours of non-stop sex. That woman was amazing and she made sex into an art form. Other than using each other's bodies, we really didn't have much in common so I always knew our time would be limited. She did return to close on the house and we managed to get in a few hours of passionate sex before she left for the airport. That was the last time I saw her. It was just over and time for both of us to move on. But it was the stuff of great memories.

As I settled back under the covers and snuggled against Pam's back, I felt a great relief that she and I did have a lot in common and were just about a perfect match in many ways. Pam woke when I touched her and she turned to face me? 

"You're cold sweetheart. Where have you been?" 

"I was having trouble getting to sleep so I sat in the library for a while." 

"When I have trouble, I use Mr. Rabbit unless you're available, of course. It works." 

"Yeah, but I don't think he would work with me." 

"Probably not. But I have a rabbit hole that might fit you." 

We both grinned as I reached for her crotch and moved down to suckle once more those wonderful nipples. In just a few moments, we were in the throws of wild and passionate intercourse in missionary position. Her legs wrapped around my back and pulled me aggressively into her vagina as I pounded it hard and fast. She grunted and groaned with each thrust but kept urging me on. I was careful to keep my body weight off of her but Pam eventually pulled me onto her chest and tightly hugged me as her orgasm hit. The orgasmic spams in her vaginal walls caused mine to follow shortly and the blasts of semen against her cervix ignited another but quieter orgasm that caused her to squirm and writhe under me. 

Sex with Pam was an almost religious experience that seemed to fulfill her as much as it did me. After cleaning up the semen flowing from her vagina, we snuggled under the covers and I did go to sleep almost immediately. 

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When I woke early Monday morning, it was raining and a cold front had moved into the area overnight. I made a cup of coffee and walked to the window in the library to look into the valley. A thick smoky gray cloud blocked any view. 

I heard Pam walking in the kitchen and the beans being ground for her coffee. When she entered the library, she was wearing that lovely burgundy housecoat but was barefooted. She came up next to me and wrapped an arm around my waist and joined me in gazing at the massive wall of gray clouds. 

I commented, "It looks like a real mess out there today. At least the temperature is too high for ice or snow." 

"Is it OK for me to call Donna today and take her to lunch?"

"Sure. She would enjoy that, I know." 

"When are you meeting with Ron?" 

"We left it open but I'll call him in a few minutes to set it up. I also checked mom and dad's schedule and their ship docked this morning. I'll give them a call in about and hour since they're sure to be very busy disembarking now." 

"Tom, I just realized, you've never told me their names." We laughed. 

"You're right, they're just mom and dad to me. Mom's name is Sarah and dad's is Jim." 

"So your brother's name is really James Jr." 

"That's right. What do you think about inviting them over for Thanksgiving?" 

"That'd be fantastic. Do you think Donna and Rick have anything planned? Maybe they'd also like to come." 

"Let me check with them. I should have thought about that yesterday." 

Pam leaned into me for a kiss and brief hug before heading off for another cup of coffee. I checked the weather forecast; the clouds and fog should lift by noon. 

In just a moment, Pam returned with a pad of paper and pen. "Give me the names of your three restaurants. We'll go to lunch at one of them." 

"The River Bistro is the oldest one. My dad started it in 1980 and its been updated twice. The second one is named The Meeting Place. It's downtown and close to a number of office buildings. It does a big lunch business and will be crowded, I hope. The newest of the bunch is the one I started. It's called The Rusty Rudder and is, of course, focused on seafood. I started it about six years ago and its done well in a market that's more focused on meat. It's up in Hixson, just north of town."

We both had cold cereal and fresh fruit for breakfast and then went for a quick jog of just one lap. It was about 9:00am when we returned and jumped in the shower. As usual, we took turns washing each other and playing around pulling and caressing various body parts. 

After dressing, Pam called Donna and invited her to lunch. Donna was thrilled and they agreed that Pam would pick her up at noon. They had already committed to a neighbor for Thanksgiving so couldn't join us. 

I then asked Pam to join me on the call to my parents. 

The phone rang several times and then dad answered.

"Hi Tom, how are you doing son?"

"Hey dad, I saw that your ship docked this morning and just wanted to check in with you. Its been a long time since I talked to you. Did you have a great cruise?" 

"Your mom and I really enjoyed this crossing. The seas were relatively calm and I think they've improved the cuisine since our last time on Celebrity. We were invited to the Captain's table one night and Sarah was in heaven sitting next to the big boss." 

"That's great. When does your plane land in Chattanooga?"

"About 1:00pm."

"Do you want me to pick you up?" 

"That'd be great son. We have bags to collect so don't come before 1:30 or so." 

"Can you turn on your speaker and let me tell you and mom something important?"

"Sure. Sarah, come over and sit next to me. Tom wants to tell us something. Go ahead son."

"I have met the most wonderful young lady. It was a miracle that we will tell you about later." I could hear mom choking up a bit.

Dad said in a shaky voice, "Tom, that is the best news anyone could ever give us. Is she with you now?"

"She is and we are on the speaker. Her name is Pamela but she goes by Pam."

"Hi Mr. and Mrs. Sumter. I can't wait to meet you."

Dad replied, "Pam, please call us Jim and Sarah. We really look forward to meeting you. If Tom is as excited as he sounds, you must really be a special young lady."

"She is dad." 

Mom came on, "Pam, I can't wait to meet you. I love your accent. Where are you from?" 

"I'm from Greenville, South Carolina. We do kinda speak a little funny over there."

Mom replied, "It's a lovely accent that I wish I had." 

I said, "Pam is having lunch with Donna today so I'll pick you up and take you home. How about joining us for dinner tonight so you can meet her and we can get caught up?" 

Dad responded, "That sounds good son. You pick the place and dinner is on me."

"That's great Dad. See you at 1:30. Love you both."

Mom and Dad both said, "Love you too. Bye." 

Pam smiled and said, "They really sound nice. I could wait until tomorrow to have lunch with Donna. Do you want me to go with you to meet them?" 

"No, go ahead to lunch as you planned. I'll just pick them up and drop them at their house. We'll spend a lot of time with them tonight." I also wanted to prepare mom and dad for the fact that Pam was living with me. They were kind of old fashioned about that sort of thing. Thankfully, they never found out about Madison. 

"I'll call Ron and go down to meet him at the office. Anything you want me to do while I'm out?" 

"Not that I can think of. Can I drive Angel to lunch?" 

"Sure. Donna has ridden with Lydia in her. Just be careful with the weather like it is." 

"Tom, you promised to not say another word about my driving." 

"Sweetheart, I'm not talking about your driving. I'm concerned about the road conditions. I trust you but the car can be unstable on slick roads. OK?" 

"OK. I guess I'm glad you're worried about me." 

"Hey, you're the young lady who'll give me six children some day. I've got to keep you healthy." 

"WHAT?" NO WAY, JOSE! I'm not having six kids. Maybe two or three but then you're getting snipped, even if I have to do it." 

We stared at each other and pretended to be mad. Then we burst into laughter and kissed. 

"I love you Pam." 

"I love you too, Tom." 



End of Chapter 8 – Stay tuned. 



A Miracle at the Cabin Ch. 09



Please read the previous chapters before this one to understand the story up to this point. None of these chapters are stand-alone. This chapter does contain erotic scenes. 

Enjoy! 

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Pam went to the library to continue reading the book on dreams. I gave her $200 in cash to pay for lunch and for whatever else she needed; then dressed and headed down the mountain to meet with Ron, my general manager. I made a mental note to call my bank today and have Pam added to my credit card account. 

When I walked into our company office and greeted Cheryl, my assistant, she expressed surprise. "Tom, you look great. Has something good happened?" 

"Why do you ask?" 

"You look different. Happier than normal." 

"You mean for normal when I return from the cabin?" 

"Yeah, I suppose." 

"You're right. I had a great week and was able to begin focusing on the future for the first time in a long time." 

"I'm so happy. It's been a really rough time for you." 

"And I'm afraid I made it rough on you, Ron and a lot of our team. I really apologize to you for that. You're the best staff assistant it's possible to have and I just haven't treated you that way in a long time. Can you forgive me?" 

Tears came to her eyes and she reached out her hand to me.

"Of course. We all love you Tom and we know your world almost ended when Lydia died. You're a wonderful man but you just haven't been yourself. We understand that." 

"Are you available for lunch tomorrow? I'd like to take you and Ron out."

"Sure, I was going to meet my daughter but we can do that some other time." 

"Can you call Mandi and see if we can get a table at the Rudder for around noon?" 

"Sure." 

I walked to Ron's office and waited while he yelled at one of our suppliers. Evidently, this guy had delivered some substandard steaks that our chef refused to serve. He promised to give us credit and deliver a new shipment immediately. I wished all such calls ended that well. 

"Hey boss! How's it going?" 

"Ron, it's good to be back. How have things gone this week?"

"Actually pretty good. The Bistro is up 5% over the same week last year; the Place is up nearly 9% and the Rudder is up 3%. We launched the new radio ad spot on Monday and did see a pickup in reservations this past weekend. I got your message about adding rabbit to our menu at Bistro and Tim loved the idea. He's searching for a supplier now and is planning to work up some dishes for you to try. Did you see that in a restaurant at the lake?" 

"No, I went up to Greenville for a couple of days and had it for dinner in a restaurant there. It was delicious. I don't know of anyone else around here serving it, do you?" 

"No I don't. You know your dad had an idea one time to serve various game dishes in the fall and winter. It didn't go over so well but times have changed. I think people are more adventurous now. Tim said that he would also like to try elk and venison dishes." 

"Wait, that gives me an idea. Why don't we have a contest between the cooking staffs to come up with the best dish from non-traditional meat?" 

"That sounds like fun. What rules do you want?"

"Let all the chefs know that they can order sample sizes of any meat they want and have three-person teams compete to see what they can do. It must be an original dish and contain at least two sides. Each team can do two entries. The winning team members will be given two extra days of paid vacation and all the bragging rights they want." 

"That's a great idea; also very generous. So your idea would be to put some of these dishes on the menu?" 

"Why not. Let's shake things up a bit and have some fun." 

"Who would be the judge?" 

"My dad plus one other person to be named later." 

"Uh, OK. That works for me. Can we announce it during the staff call tomorrow morning?" 

"Sure." 

"Tom, something's going on with you. I haven't seen you this happy in five years. What gives?" 

"I'm finally looking forward and not back. This has been a watershed week for me, Ron, and I've finally been able to come to terms with Lydia's death. I can't give you all the details right now but I will soon."

"Does it involve a woman?" 

I grinned and said, "Maybe." 

"OK, I'll wait till your ready but I'm very happy for you. It's great to have you back."

"Thanks. Now let's talk about my plan to meet with the employees." I handed him a printout of the schedule he had e-mailed me. "I've marked the individuals I'd like to meet with and a suggested time for each one. It's going to take me a couple of weeks to get to everyone but I think it's well worth me doing." 

"What do you want me to tell them? This is going to scare them to death if we don't tell them the reason ahead of time."

"Let's tell them that I've been very impressed with their work and I want to personally thank them." 

"I think that'll work." 

Ron looked quickly over the schedule and agreed it looked doable. 

"Tom, you mentioned meeting several of our former employees and taking them to lunch. You want to do that, say, in about three weeks?" 

"Yes, or whenever they can be scheduled. I know these folks are more problematic so if they say 'no' then we won't push it. But if that happens, I do want their home addresses so I can send them a personal note." 

"I like that. Let me get Cheryl working on it." 

We talked about some remodeling that needs to be done and a few minor things before I left for a quiet lunch at Wendy's. I was in the mood for their chili that is really good and low in calories.

As I drove to the airport, I thought about dinner that evening. I had recently heard about a new place, The Boathouse Rotisserie and Raw Bar. The early reviews were very positive. All of us liked seafood so I decided to call there for a reservation. 

The plane was on time and I met up with mom and dad in baggage claim. We hugged, of course, and I kissed mom. 

She said, "Your dad and I are thrilled that there's a young lady in your life again. How did you meet?"

"Pam and I want to tell that whole story tonight as it takes a while. But let me just give a brief outline. We met two weeks ago over at the cabin. Just wait till you meet her. She's everything I could wish for." 

Dad asked, "Did you meet at Susan's Place or a store?" 

"No, she was in the cabin when I arrived." I saw a confused look on their faces.

Dad asked, "Did you know she was there?"

"Only after I turned the lights on. She had found a key I left for Jeremy under a flower pot and had been staying there about a week." 

Mom exclaimed, "Oh my. So she just made herself at home?"

"Well, there were a lot of good reasons for it and we'll talk about those tonight." 

Dad came back, "This ought to be an interesting evening."

Mom asked, "Is she staying at your house?"

"Yes, for now anyway. She's kind of limited on money." 

She asked, "You said she's having lunch with Donna?" 

"Yeah, that's another part of the story we want to tell you."

Dad replied, "Sarah, we better take a nap; this is going to be a long evening." 

We loaded their four large bags in the car and headed to their house on Lookout Mountain. They lived in a 90-year-old restored antebellum-style house that has won many decorator and garden awards over the years. 

After carrying the luggage upstairs, we sat and visited a few minutes and talked about their two months in Europe. I told them about the Boathouse and our reservation at 7:00pm. Dad had also heard about it but had not yet dined there. 

I then headed back to the office to continue efforts to catch up from the vacation. I called the bank and asked them to add Pam to my credit card account. The bank officer asked me to stop by and sign a form at my first opportunity. While I was on the phone with him, I asked to speak to Jason. 

In just a few seconds, he came on, "This is Jason, how can I help you?"

"Hey buddy, this is Tom Sumter."

"Hey man! How are you doing? It's been too long since we talked." 

"I know. Business is improving and I've been really busy. Hey, I have a friend who's looking for a job. I think she would be wonderful working as a teller. Do you know of any openings?" 

"I am amazed at the timing of your call. Just this morning, one of my most experienced tellers told me her husband was being transferred to Atlanta next month. So I'm going to have an opening and there will be time to fully train a new person before the turnover. What's you friend's name?"

"Jason, this is going to sound funny. She made me promise not to help her get a job. She wants to do it herself and not have anyone pulling strings to make it happen. I will tell her you have an opening and will send her down. But please evaluate her just like any other applicant and feel free not to hire her if you don't think she can do the job. OK?" 

"Tom, believe it or not, I understand what she's saying. I like that attitude and I promise I will not show any favoritism." 

"Great, that is very important to her. Her name is Pamela." 

"Good, I'll look for her." 

I walked back to Ron's office and sat down. 

He had already bounced my contest idea off Tim, the chef at Bistro, and he was excited about the opportunity to kick Mike and Bill's butts. They were the chefs at the other two restaurants. 

"Tim was satisfied with your Dad as a judge but he's concerned about your person to be named later."

"Yeah, I want to have a mystery judge so no one can politic with them prior to the tasting." 

"Actually, that's a good idea. These guys will do anything to win. And, of course, no one can sweet talk your dad." 

We talked a few more minutes about some other menu changes I was mulling over and then returned to my office. I answered many e-mails and reviewed the various on-line comments about our restaurants to see what people were thinking. Most of the comments were very positive. 

I left for home a little after 5:00. I saw that Pam was home since Angel and the Jeep were there. She was in the kitchen, looking through cookbooks, when I entered. 

"Hey sweetheart, how was the office?" 

"Great. I had a good meeting with Ron and things are rolling along."

"Did your mom and dad get in on time?" 

"Yep, they were in baggage claim when I arrived. They can't wait to meet you. We're going to a new seafood restaurant at 7:00." 

"Do we need to pick them up?" 

"No, they're meeting us there. How was your lunch with Donna?"

She smiled, "We had a marvelous time. I really, really like her. We talked about everything. In fact, she's as easy to talk to as you are. I think she's going to be like a second mom to me. We went to the Bistro and the food was fantastic." 

"How was the service?"

"We had a lady named Vivian and this really nice young man but he seemed nervous. He actually dropped the basket of rolls when he first walked over."

"You have that effect on a lot of guys."

"You weren't nervous when we first met." 

"You're right. I was scared shitless with all that screaming." 

"Awwww, poor baby. Have I made it up to you yet?" 

"I think another 50 or 60 years might do it."

She stood up and tucked herself in my arms. We kissed a couple of times and then she unzipped my trousers and went fishing for junior. Her hands were cold and she knew it, of course. 

"Pam, junior is shivering. Couldn't you at least warm up your hands a little bit?" 

"You're just a big wuss." She pulled it out and stroked it a few times before dropping to her knees. Her tongue slid up and down the shaft and she kissed the head and tongued the slit that was starting to ooze. Those wide open, captivating eyes focused continuously on mine as she peeked out from those blonde locks. 

"You don't seem to have a problem with gaging. Is that something that comes from practice or do you have to be born with that capability?"

She frowned and continued stroking with her hands. "Both, I think. I've had a lot of practice, as you know, but I never did have a strong gag reflex. I can deep throat most reasonable size cocks. Yours is at the upper limit for me." 

She resumed with licking and gently sucking on the top three or four inches as she stroked the bottom of the shaft. "I really like your cock. It's very smooth and neat. You should let me shave you sometime. I think that would increase your sensitivity." 

"You also need to be shaved again. The stubble was getting a bit rough when I was attending to your needs yesterday. Why don't we have a mutual shaving event before bed tonight." 

"Oooohh, I like that idea. Tom, this marble floor is killing my knees. How about we adjourn to the bedroom?" 

Once near the bed, it seemed to suddenly be a flurry of lust as we yanked off our clothing and quickly pounced on each other's genitals. Pam moved on top and into the reverse cowgirl position with her hands on my shins and her pussy pounding my cock like a hammer does a nail. Her feet were beside my chest and I caressed the calves of her legs while she bounced. I moved my hands to her hips and was captivated by the quaking of her butt cheeks as she slammed me. We did not last long. She slowed and then squeezed my cock with her cunt muscles on each slow stroke. Her moaning was very intense and I could feel my cock head bottoming out on her cervix at the peak of each stroke. Her vagina was very wet and my cock glistened with her lubrication when it emerged. I effortlessly stroked in and out in rhythm with her vaginal contractions. 

Pam's orgasm was not loud or all consuming this time. I erupted just ahead of her and she shuddered and gasped for air as my ejaculation shot hot semen deep within her tunnel. She finally collapsed with her butt in the air and her chest on my legs. I watched as her body twitched and gradually relaxed. Her feet were still on each side of my chest and I leaned over and kissed them. 

We lay there for a few moments with her ass in the air. Pam's breathing returned to normal and she began massaging my feet and playing with my toes and I did the same to hers. That eventually turned into a tickling contest and she squealed and jerked as I lightly ran my fingernails over the soles of her feet. She tried to do the same to me but my feet are not sensitive to that. She gave up, turned and straddled my stomach while pinning my shoulders to the bed. Semen was smeared all over me. 

Pam kissed me and then asked, "What should I wear tonight?" 

I laughed, "I thought you were going to ask some profound question about sex." 

"I'll let you ask me those questions. Seriously, what should I wear? I really want to look nice for your parents." 

"Sweetheart, this is not a dressy restaurant. I'm going to wear khaki trousers and a nice long sleeve navy shirt. You're going to look great no matter what you wear."

"Well, you're sweet but I'm a little nervous about meeting your mom and dad." 

"Go get a few things and let's pick something together." 

Pam slid off me, grabbed some tissues to catch the drips and slipped her panties back on. She walked to her closet and brought several outfits for me to critique. After some debate, she decided on a medium gray pants suit with a burgundy blouse and black three-inch spike heels. She also decided to add a nice colorful silk scarf that was one of Lydia's favorites. 

Once dressed with glamour makeup, Pam looked amazing. She could have been a cover girl for any magazine. 

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We decided to drive Angel since the restaurant had valet parking. Valets always put cars like her near the front door so they can keep an eye on them; and it helps advertise the fact that well-to-do people eat there. 

Mom and Dad walked in just a few minutes later. 

I greeted them as they entered, "Oh there you are." 

Mom replied, "Hey Tom, and this young lady must be Pamela." Dad was all smiles. 

"Hi Mrs. Sumter. Hi Mr. Sumter." 

Dad replied, "Please call us Jim and Sarah."

She hugged both mom and dad. I remember thinking we would never get that smile off dad's face. 

"And please call me Pam."

Dad surprised me when he said, "I think I want to call you Pamela. You are just too elegant for a Pam." Aaaaa that dirty old man was starting to emerge.

Pam's face lit up in a flash. "Tom, why don't you have the charm of your dad?" She hugged dad one more time, kissed him on the cheek and whispered something in his ear that I couldn't understand. But dad roared with laughter. It became their little secret. The only clue was from that moment on, she called him James and he called her Pamela. 

Mom looked at me and whispered, "I think he likes her." 

We were seated immediately. Like in all restaurants, the other patrons stared at Pam as she graced the room. 

While we studied the menus, a man walked to our table and introduced himself to dad. "Mr. Sumter, my name is Ray Walker. I own this restaurant and I'm honored to have you here tonight." 

"Well, thank you Ray." Dad and I stood. "This is my wife Sarah, my son Tom and his friend Pamela." The two ladies nodded and smiled while dad and I shook his hand. 

I commented, "We've been hearing good things about this restaurant so wanted to experience it in person." 

Ray replied, "Thank you very much. I've been to your restaurants and they set the

standard for all of us. Unfortunately, I've never had a chance to meet you before now." 

Dad asked, "How did you know it was us?" 

"One of our servers used to work for you and she told me. I quickly checked the reservations book to make sure." 

"Oh, who's the server?" 

"Morgan Thompson." 

I replied, "Fantastic. She was a very hard worker for us. I hated to lose her." Dad didn't know her since he had retired by the time she was hired.

Ray thanked us again and said he would send her over to say "hi."

After we placed our orders, Morgan slipped in behind me and tapped my shoulder. "Morgan! Great to see you again." I stood and we embraced as friends. 

I introduced her to everyone. 

"Tom, it's good to see you again. You look very happy."

"I am. How long have you been here?"

"Since it opened, about three months ago."

"How's your little one doing?" 

"Very good; he's in kindergarten now. I have remarried, by the way." 

"That's wonderful, Morgan. I'm very happy for you." 

I continued, "My staff assistant is going to be contacting you soon. I want to take you to lunch and talk through a couple of things that I feel guilty about. I owe you some apologies and I really want to talk it through with you. OK?"

"I'd love to have lunch with you, Tom, but it's not necessary. I know what you were going through was tough and none of us took it personally." 

"But that doesn't excuse it. So would you have lunch with me?" 

There was a pause but then she said, "Sure. I'll be glad to."

"Good. My assistant's name is Cheryl and she'll give you a call." 

"Great, you guys enjoy dinner. It's very nice to meet y'all." 

Pam looked at me and smiled. I then turned to dad and mom and explained my plan to meet personally with all our employees to apologize for being out of sorts with them these past couple of years. Dad said he was proud of me for doing that. 

As we dined on very nice scallops, shrimp and oysters, the subject turned to Pam and me and our relationship.

Mom looked at Pam and asked, "Can you tell me how you two met?"

Pam started, "Tom broke in on me late one night and I liked him so much I decided to keep him." 

I think I was smiling and frowning at the same time. "Pam, maybe I need to tell my version of the story. I arrived very late at the cabin one night a couple of weeks ago. I knew someone was there for several reasons. When I opened the bedroom door, she screamed like a banshee and scared me to death." 

I went on, with Pam's help, telling the whole story complete with our dreams and the revelation of Lydia's conversations with her mom and Susan. Mom and dad sat there and appeared to be totally shocked at what had happened. A lot of questions were asked and answered. 




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Dad, as the problem solver he always was, said, "Pamela, since you had to leave Charlotte so quickly, is there anything we can do to help tie up any loose ends you have there? I know the man who owns the restaurant where you worked. Were you able to leave on good terms with him?" 

"Yes, I made sure of that James. I told him about the assault and why I had to leave so quickly. He actually paid me that morning for everything I was owed and gave me a $100 bonus. In return, I promised him that I would come back to work there if an opportunity came." 

Dad was very pleased and told her so. 

Mom asked, "What are your plans for the next few months?" 

"I'm planning to find a job since I don't want Tom to bear all my costs. Also, I want to do some volunteer work, maybe with abused women. I've walked a short distance in their shoes and I know a little about how they feel and the mental anguish they experience." 

Mom replied, "I used to volunteer for two of the church sponsored shelters downtown. I'll be glad to introduce you there. They seemed to appreciate me but I never had the personal experience you would bring. I think they would be delighted to have your help."

"That's super. Maybe we could go down one day next week."

"Pamela, where have you applied to work?"

Pam looked at me. I replied for her, "I learned of an opening for a teller at Jason's branch. She is going down to interview for that. But dad, she doesn't want our help so you and I have to restrain ourselves. OK?" 

"OK, I'll stay out of it. Does Ron and your team know about Pamela yet?"

"Not yet. I have a team call tomorrow and will tell them all at the same time." 

"That's good. They're going to be thrilled for you." 

"I plan to take Pam around to all the locations and introduce her over the next few days." 

I changed the subject, "Now, let's talk about Thanksgiving. Can you two join us for lunch at the house."

Mom replied, "Sounds fine to me. We don't have anything planned." 

Dad asked, "Can we come early and you let Pamela and me prepare the meal?" 

"Sure dad." 

He turned to Pam, "Can you do the turkey and dessert and let me prepare all the other dishes?" 

She let out a sigh of relief. "That would be fine, James. But you have the hard part."

He smiled, "That's just the story of my life, I suppose." 

Mom commented, "Awww, poor baby." Pam glanced at me and grinned.

I said, "I'll go by Gino's tomorrow and get a fresh turkey."

Dad said to Pam, "They always have the best meat and poultry in the area. I've known Gino for more than 30 years and have never had a bad product from him."

Pam asked me, "Does he supply your restaurants?" 

"No. We offered him the business one time but he's too small an operator. He wanted to concentrate on being a retail butcher. I think that's perfect for him and his customers are very loyal." 

Dad added, "He and Sylvia have put three kids through college and they're all doing great in their careers. They already have four grandchildren." 

We had coffee as our last course and then dad paid for the meal. The food and service were really good. 

While the ladies went to the necessary room, Dad and I stopped to congratulate Ray on creating such a fine restaurant. He was very pleased with our compliments and we promised to come again. 

As Dad and I walked to the reception area, he asked me to call him tomorrow. He wanted to bounce a few ideas off me. I also told him that I wanted him to judge a little cooking contest. He squinted and asked, "What?" 

"I'll give you the details tomorrow." 

"OK. Give me a call." Just then the ladies joined us and we left for home. 

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Later that evening, Pam and I were enjoying a glass of wine in the library when she again brought up the idea of volunteering. "Your mom gave me some more information while we were in the ladies room. There are just so many heartbreaking needs that I never imagined. I really want to help. Would you mind if I devote 10 to 15 hours a week to help out? I promise not to neglect you.

"Sweetheart, that'd be fine with me. I have to be at the office most days anyway so you can do what you want to help out. I'm sure there's a big need." 

"Thank you. Your mom is going to take me to a couple of the ones she helped and introduce me. We're going to do that one day next week. Tomorrow, I'll go to the bank and fill out an application." 

"So tell me, what did you whisper in dad's ear that caused him to laugh so loud?" 

"That's our secret and you don't need to know." 

"But I noticed he's now letting you call him James. No one has ever been allowed to call him that."

Pam giggled and said, "Again, that's none of your business."

It was quiet for a few long seconds before I asked, "You ready to be shaved?" 

"Yeaaaaa."

We walked to the bedroom and undressed while the shower water was warming. I stood in awe of her perfect figure and the thigh-high stockings that focused my attention on her shapely legs. Watching her slowly roll them down made my cock twitch. To borrow a word from dad, Pam was an elegant lady in all ways. 

She looked at me with that naughty grin, "After we shower, I'll shave junior. You can do me last so my smooth kitty can be your dessert." 

"Dessert huh?" 

"We didn't get dessert at the restaurant and I know how much you enjoy it." I just adored Pam's grin. 

"So will it be like cherry pie?" 

"Sweetheart, my cherry pie was eaten a long time ago. But I promise you'll have a tasty treat." 

We showered quickly and she had me lay on the bed on towels. She used scissors to trim all the hair around my cock and on my scrotum. Her warm hands handing my equipment caused junior to stand at attention. 

The shaving cream on my crotch felt weird. The menthol caused my balls to feel cold and to tingle. Pam helped a little by massaging it into the hair. Her shaving skills were OK. She took her time and only nicked me once but the bleeding stopped almost immediately. In just a few minutes, my crotch was hairless. The cool air and the wet warm towel she used to clean me combined with the menthol to send chills up and down my spine. 

Once the residual shaving cream was washed away, Pam tried out my newly shorn cock by using her deep throating skills. The new sensitivity of my balls and the base of my cock added to my excitement as she sucked me dry over the next few minutes. She asked me to stand up while she lay on the bed on her back with her head dropped over the side. To my surprise, she asked me to fuck her mouth. I slowly entered her. Her head and nose hitting my balls was exciting. But then, when my cock entered her throat, I could see it through the skin sliding down toward her Adams apple. This was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. 

In just a moment, that tingling in my feet started and I could feel the orgasmic chills racing through me. I warned her I was cuming but she reached behind me and pulled me into her. The involuntary spurting began and I shot six or seven jets of hot semen directly down her throat. I could see my cock twitching through the skin of her throat! I pulled out and she breathed rapidly to catch her breath while still laying on her back. 

I leaned forward and tried to lick her pussy but she rolled away from me. "Tom, shave me first and then my pussy will be yours. I have a surprise for you and you don't want to miss this dessert."

"OK, let's do what we did before. Put a tampon in to protect yourself and I'll get us set up in the shower. Also, put a dab of Vaseline on your anus to keep anything out of there when I shave your butt hairs. I should have thought of that last time." 

We moved to the shower and I used the hand-held spray to wet her vulva before rubbing the shaving cream into her pussy hairs. I will never tire of watching Pam when I massage her crotch. Her eyes become sort of glazed and vacant, like she was in some sort of trance. Her breathing always shortens and then small gasps begin. Her smile becomes a frown and almost a grimace as she concentrates on the sensations roaming her body. As I continue, her earlobes turn dark pink and gradually her neck and upper chest flush. 

It only took a couple of minutes to shave her this time but she loved every second of my attention. After she removed her tampon, the moisture from he vagina slowly ran down her leg. 

"I'm really ready for you, sweetheart. Please take me to bed."

I picked Pam up and carried her to the bed like I did at her mom's house. She giggled and squealed all the way. This time, I sat her on the edge of the bed and pushed her back onto the mattress and spread her knees. 

"Wait a minute, WAIT A MINUTE! Hand me that small bottle on the table."

That was the first time I noticed it. It looked like a small hand lotion bottle. When I handed it to her, she opened it and leaned back. To my surprise, she dribbled it on her inner thighs and pussy. "My dessert is ready for you, dig in."

When I leaned into her legs, I could smell the lavender. It was the French honey I had described to her the first day we met. 

"My god, where did you find this?" 

"When I was doing a quick inventory this morning, I found it in the back of the cabinet." 

"Maybe dad gave Lydia a jar. She never mentioned it." 

I leaned into her spread legs and began slowly licking the intensely fragrant honey from her thighs. The sticky viscous fluid reminded me of a field of flowers, all in full bloom. How appropriate! Pam was in full bloom and her pussy spread open like a lovely flower. 

Her legs were alive with energy as I slowly licked the nectar from her soft thighs. They twitched and recoiled as my tongue worked the sensitive areas near her crotch. Of course, it didn't take long for me to center in on her labia and clit. It seemed that the honey was especially sweet and flavorful when mixed with her natural nectar as it oozed from her pussy. 

Pam squirmed as I licked her clit and the opening of her lovely pink tunnel. I looked up and saw her eyes focused like a laser on every move I made. The sensations expressed themselves on her face as a grimace. She fought to delay the climax but it soon overwhelmed her and could not be delayed any longer. Her orgasm was beautiful in both its intensity and her reactions. 

Pam jumped involuntarily as it began and she exclaimed, "STOP. Tom please, oh god, no, DON'T STOP, shit, Tom right there, jeezzzzusss, Tom, please. Ooooohhh, oh god. 

She was grabbing at my head and pulling my nose into her pussy the entire time. Then she tried to turn and crawl onto the bed to get away from my tongue. Her moans indicated the intensity of the orgasm overwhelmed all her other senses and her screams was primal, totally spontaneous and uncontrollable. It took a full minute to pass and she struggled to breath the entire time. She gasped over and over and pulled violently on her breasts and nipples. 

Pam slowly recovered and curled into the fetal position as the orgasm eased. As usual, she started whimpering and softly crying with joy from the intense pleasure that warmed her. I snuggled in next to her and wrapped my arms around her depleted body and we both fell quietly asleep. 

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Tuesday was very busy for both of us. We were up at 6:30 and jogged one lap after our first cup of coffee. Pam opted for cereal and strawberries for breakfast and I had an English muffin with the French honey. 

On today's schedule was Pam's application at the bank and a call to Wendy from the church to confirm the lunch for tomorrow with several of the ladies. I also asked her to call her mom and see if there was any possibility for her and Rudy to come for Thanksgiving. Pam was thrilled with that idea. 

My schedule was to go by the bank to sign the credit card authorization for Pam to be added, participate in a staff meeting with the management team, call dad to discuss what was on his mind and a visit to one of the restaurants to start meeting with employees. And I had lunch scheduled with Cheryl and Ron and a turkey to pick up at Gino's. 

It felt good to be back and working hard. I can only take so much vacation at one time, even if it is with the new love of my life. 

"Hey Pam, why don't you come by the office around 11:30 and go to lunch with Ron, Cheryl and me?" 

"Are you sure?" 

"Yes, I am. It's time for you to start meeting my team."

"What should I wear?" 

"Sweetheart, we're just going to be at the Rudder and it's always casual. How about jeans and a sweater?" 

"Can I drive Angel?" 

"Of course. We have nice, safe parking behind my building. No one will bother her there. Plus, I have insurance that covers anything that could happen. Please don't worry so much about her."

"Well, it seems to me that you worry about her when I'm driving." 

"Pam, I worry about you, not the hunk of metal. You are the only thing that is not replaceable. I love you very much. If it's any consolation, I also worried about Lydia every time she drove her. I guess I just worry about the people who mean the world to me." 

She finally smiled. "Well, OK. I understand. Can I have a kiss?"

She snuggled into my waiting arms and we kissed passionately. 

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Our team meeting was scheduled for 9:00am and I arrived about thirty minutes early. I asked Cheryl to increase our lunch number to four people and that I had someone coming that I wanted her and Ron to meet. 

"Ron said that you might have a new lady friend. Is that right?" 

"Yes, and I want you to meet her. She'll join us for lunch." 

"Tom, I'm thrilled for you. What's her name?" 

"Pamela but she goes by Pam, except with my dad. He insists on calling her Pamela."

"Oh, why's that?" 

"At dinner last night, he told her she was too elegant for a Pam."

"Your dad said that?" 

"Yes, I couldn't believe it. And, to beat it all, she's calling him James." 

"NO! No one has ever been allowed to call him James. She must be some lady." 

"Yeah, she whispered something in his ear last night and he just roared. But she won't tell me what she said. You think I should worry about the two of them?" 

"No, Sarah has him wrapped around her finger pretty tight."

"You're right about that. Oh, could you call Gino and ask him to save a 16 to 18 pound turkey for me? Tell him, I'll pick it up around 2:00." 

I walked back to Ron's office just to let him know I was there. He was on the phone again, talking to one of the chefs. In my office, I glanced through the e-mails and didn't see anything real important. I quickly checked the stock market and my holdings statement at Merrill Lynch. They had done a great job managing my investments, even through the recession and slow recovery. 

A few minutes before 9:00, Ron came in and we dialed into our conference call system and waited for the others to join us. While we waited, I told him Pam would be joining us for lunch. He smiled and said, "Great!" 

Sharply on the hour, the beeps started when the team joined our call. We required all restaurant managers and all chefs be on the call unless someone is on vacation. In that case, a sous-chef or assistant manager would participate to represent them.

Our calls always started with a review of safety. Our employees were constantly exposed to sharp implements, heat, heavy trays and slippery floors. Our guests could be exposed to spoiled shellfish and various bacteria that naturally occur in 

uncooked or improperly cooked food. So safety was a big concern for us and we put all our efforts into preventing incidents. We even had a safety consultant who randomly visited our restaurants to observe our personnel as they work and to offer recommendations. We also, of course, had random audits from the health department and were given a score that we must display for our guests to see. We decided, when dad opened the first restaurant, that any score short of perfection would not be acceptable. Today, most all of those scores are perfect and we take quick action to make sure any shortfall is addressed immediately. 

On today's call, there had been no incidents at any of the restaurants. 

The next subject was my proposed contest. 

"Guys, let me tell you about a little contest we want to run over the next 30 days. My objective is to have us create a couple of new menu items that will continue to enhance our reputation as the place to go for fine dining. 

"What I'm proposing is that each of the chefs put together a three-person team that will create two new dishes from non-traditional meat or fish. You can use bison, elk, venison, ostrich, emu, alligator, rabbit, boar or bear or any other meat that you know is available from an authorized supplier. For fish, use anything that is not poisonous and that has a neutral or pleasant taste when prepared. Blowfish are out of bounds and I don't want to hear of any of your friends dropping off animals they've shot!" 

Everyone laughed but I knew I needed to say that. 

"Each team can order sample sizes of different meats or fish. There must be two sides and appropriate garnish and you have to pair a wine with each dish. The entries will be judged by my dad and one person to be announced at the last minute."

Tim responded, "Tom, you don't trust us to know the mystery judge?" 

"Nope." Everyone laughed because they knew I was right. 

Mike asked, "Is there a price point you want us to target?"

"Good question, Mike. Let's shoot for $28.00 to $32.00. 

"Now, for the good part. The team with the most points from the judges will get two extra paid vacation days for each member to be used within the next 12 months. Are there any other questions?" There were none so we moved on to other matters.

Ron described our plan to remodel The Meeting Place. "We're going to be down a week between Christmas and New Year's Day next year, not this year, guys. We will be painting, changing out some of the kitchen equipment, replacing the tables, chairs and flooring and redoing the whole look and feel of the rooms. The plan will be to let off as many people as want to be off, either through vacation or unpaid time off. For those who want to work, we will reassign them to Bistro or Rudder to help with the on and offsite catering we always do around year-end. So, please feel free to inform your personnel starting now so they'll have plenty of time to decide their vacation plans next year. Now Tom wants to discuss a couple of things of a personal nature." 

"Guys, as you know all too well, I've had a very tough time these last two years dealing with Lydia's death. She was the love of my life and will always be part of me. However, at the cabin this week, God has helped me see that I have to put her loss behind me and get on with the rest of my life. 

"I plan to meet with a lot of our people over the next couple of weeks to express my regrets for the way I've treated them and not been there for them. All of you are on that list and Cheryl is now scheduling time for me to sit down with you and the others I know I mistreated. Please assure your folks that I greatly value them and want to talk personally with them and thank them for the great job they do. In that meeting, I will also apologize for my actions. This is not any sort of review of their actions so head off any of those rumors if they start. OK?" 

Everyone responded yes and several said how much they appreciated me doing these meetings. 

"Now the last thing before we go. I have met a most remarkable young woman ten days ago." There was a loud positive reaction from everyone from "yes," "great," "way to go," and "congratulations." 

"Our new relationship feels very right to me. Over the next few days, I will be bringing her by to meet you and as many of our employees as possible. OK?" 





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Tim from Bistro then asked, "Did she have lunch here yesterday with Donna?"

"Yes she did." 

Tim came back, "Guys, you are going to be amazed. This young woman is absolutely gorgeous. The server was Vivian who, as you all know, is a tough cookie to impress. Well, she was blown away by her personality and elegance. Tom, you've knocked one out of the park with her." 

"Thank you, Tim. She and Donna had a great time there. Ron, is there anything else we need to discuss?"

"That's it. Everyone have a great day. I will be issuing the weekly stats this afternoon and, as you will see, we had a super week. Take care everyone, and be sure to tell all our employees how much we appreciate them. Goodbye." We then disconnected. 

"Ron, after lunch today, I'll drop you and Cheryl off here and then take Pam over to Gino's to pick up a turkey. What are you and Jane doing for Thanksgiving?" 

"The kids are coming and we're planning a nice but noisy family day. With six grandkids, there won't be a moment of silence all day."

"That sounds great. I want to have you two over to the house for dinner sometime soon. I want Jane and Pam to meet and get to know each other."

"We'd like that very much." 

"I know you always work on the Friday after Thanksgiving but I want you to be home with your family this year. You work too many hours and you need to begin taking it a little slower. Your family is a lot more important than anything around here. I'll pick up the slack, if anything happens. OK?"

"You sure about that?" 

"Absolutely. I'll send an email to everyone giving the details. But you are not to do any work between Wednesday evening and Monday morning. Understand?"

"OK, thanks very much. I really appreciate it." 

I returned to my office and sent the email to our staff and other key people in the organization about Ron being off and me being their point of contact until Monday. Just then my cell phone rang.

"Hello, Tom Sumter."

"Tom, this is Jason." 

"Hey buddy. Did Pam come by?"

"Yes, I don't think my bank is ever going to be the same."

I laughed, "What does that mean?" 

"She swept everyone here off their feet. I noticed her, of course, as soon as she arrived. She is an amazingly beautiful woman but I don't need to tell you that."

"So her application was OK, what about the aptitude tests you always give?"

"She aced everything. Perfect score on the test. I had a couple of the tellers interview her and they came away totally impressed. One of them even had family in Greenville so they talked like old friends. I then interviewed her and offered her a position. Because she is new, I asked her to work part time, 24 hours a week until she can get the experience she needs. I have another part time teller here who's been with me for a year and I want to make her full time." 

"Was Pam OK with that?" 

"She seemed to be. She said that she also wants to do some volunteer work at a couple of charities so part time might be the ideal thing for her."

"So she accepted your offer?" 

"Well, she said she wanted to talk to you first."

"Oh, OK. She will get back to you shortly, I guess. She's having lunch with me." 

"Sounds good Tom. And thanks for sending her our way. I think she will make an excellent teller or customer service rep. See you later." 

"Take care, Jason." 

It was now 11:40 and I heard laughing out at Cheryl's desk. I walked out and found Pam and Cheryl trading war stories. About me! I think I'm in for a rough time. 

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End of Chapter 9. Stay tuned; the next chapter is coming very soon. 



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Please read the previous chapters before this one to understand the story up to this point. None of these chapters are stand-alone. This chapter does contain erotic scenes.

Enjoy!

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Pam was standing in front of Cheryl's desk and gesturing with her hands while describing our run from the bull and scrambling up the ladder in the barn. Cheryl was roaring with laughter.

"Oh, hi Tom. I was just telling Cheryl how we almost got our tails kick by the bull."

I added, "Cheryl, I thought we were goners. Pam had already run me to death but then I had to immediately turn and run up a hill and several hundred yards to escape certain death."

I continued, "Is Ron about ready?" Just then he walked in and I introduced him to Pam. They shook hands.

"Pam, it's great to meet you. Tom has kept you a bit of a secret until this morning but now the world knows about you. I am very happy for both of you."

Pam replied, "It's been kind of a whirlwind relationship. We only met two weeks ago and I'm still trying to learn what I got myself into. Maybe you two can tell me all his secrets and things I should know."

Ron replied, "Tom doesn't have secrets as far as I know. There are no skeletons in his closet because he dumps them all on me and Cheryl every day." Everyone chuckled.

Cheryl added, "Tom is not shy about telling you what he's thinking, good or bad."

I broke up this "bash Tom" session by asking if everyone was ready to go.

As we drove the fifteen minutes to the Rusty Rudder, Pam gave Cheryl and Ron a little of her background and they shared theirs with Pam. Ron had worked for our company for 30 years and was hired by dad shortly after the first restaurant opened. Cheryl joined us 23 years ago and was also hired by dad.

The lunch was really good. Pam had the grilled flounder. Cheryl and I had the sea bass and Ron had the jumbo Georgia wild-caught shrimp. A number of servers stopped by the table to meet Pam and she showed a genuine interest in them as they talked. I was very proud of the way she interacted with everyone.

After coffee, we all walked back to the kitchen to meet and greet the cooking staff. Because of health regulations, we did not shake hands with anyone but the greetings were all enthusiastic and personal. Pam was really impressed with everyone and told them how much she enjoyed the flounder.

I then drove back to the office to drop off Ron and Cheryl. I told them I'd be back after we picked up the turkey.

"Pam, bring Angel and follow me over to Gino's. It's only a couple of miles."

"Sure. But let me fill you in on a couple of things. The bank interview went well and Jason offered me a job for three days a week so he wants me to be part-time. I will have to work some Saturday mornings. Is that OK with you?"

"Absolutely. That would leave you time for the volunteer work you're talking about."

"That's what I was thinking but Saturdays are our time and I just wanted to be sure you're OK with me working some of the mornings."

"Yes, we can work around that. Thanks for being concerned. What else is going on?"

"I called mom and they're planning to come tomorrow evening and spend the weekend with us."

"That's fantastic, sweetheart! It'll be great for them to meet mom and dad and maybe we can get Rick and Donna over one day to meet them also. I'm a little surprised Rudy could get off with such short notice."

"Mom said he was off this week anyway plus the plant is shutting down from Thursday through Sunday. Something about inventory control and giving employees the holiday off."

"Yeah, with this slow economy, all the car companies are taking down time. Even the VW plant here is going down for a few days. Did you call Wendy about lunch tomorrow."

"Oh, yes. That was the other thing I wanted to tell you. She's invited me and several women from the church to her house for lunch. I promised to take a pasta salad."

"That's wonderful. It'll give you a chance to really talk and meet a lot of new friends. You'll probably be there all afternoon."

"I hope so. The ladies seemed really nice when I met them Sunday."

"Oh, I just remembered. Tomorrow is Wednesday. We have cleaning ladies that will come around 2:00 and they are usually there a couple of hours. They have a key and the security code so you don't need to be there."

"Tom, I was planning to clean everything later this afternoon. What a treat to have someone else do it. I see more reasons to love you every day." I just laughed, got out and walked around to open her door.

She walked around to the parking lot behind the office and pulled Angel around to follow me.

Gino was there and working hard on Thanksgiving orders. He did stop long enough to greet us and ask about my mom and dad. He also asked if we were still doing the turkeys for the homeless shelter lunch. I replied that we would always being doing those. The turkey was already packaged to go and I carried it to Angel.

"I'll be home around 6:30 tonight. I need to meet with a couple of employees at 4:30 and 5:15."

"Sounds good. I'll have dinner ready for you. What about lasagna and salad?"

"That'd be super." We gently kissed and went our separate ways.

On the way back to the office, I stopped at the bank and signed the forms to add Pam to my credit card account. They assured me she would have a card within a few days. While I was there, I also picked up the form for her to open a checking account. My plan was to move a significant sum of money into her personal account so she wouldn't have to ask for money every time she needed some. She would also need to direct deposit her bank salary into that account.

As soon as I returned to the office, I called dad.

"Hey son, thanks for calling."

"So are you all unpacked and settled in?"

"A little. I think Sarah has washed two loads of clothes already."

"I just picked up the turkey and Gino said to give you his best. He was busy, to say the least."

"I think he's always busy. Good quality always trumps low price with people who can tell the difference."

"What was it that you wanted to bounce off me?"

"Tom, I've had a lot of time to think during all the cruises these past two months. One thing I've been mulling over is a concept for a new restaurant."

"Oh, that's interesting."

"Here's the 'Cliff Notes' version. It would be a restaurant based on the cuisine of the premium restaurants on big cruise ships. I've been impressed with so many of them that I think we could put together a theme restaurant that simulates that experience. I think it would sell well year round."

"So this would be a more upscale restaurant-a jacket and tie kind of place?"

"Yes. The whole experience would be one of elegance and ultra fine dining with table side preparation by servers in formal attire. It would be one that's worthy of a special trip, even from Atlanta."

"Would you create the menu?"

"Yes, but I have a good start on that. Most of the cruise lines sell cookbooks that feature their offerings along with the recipes. What I would like to do is to develop the concept and a business plan and then go meet with reps from the cruise lines to explain my ideas. If they agree, we would use their recipes and note on the menu which cruise line originated it. We could also give out a loose sheet in each menu giving the websites for each cruise line so people could check them out."

"But wouldn't that look like we're advertising them?"

"Well, that is a risk but I think we can work around it."

"What if the cruise lines say no and we can't use their recipes?"

"Then, I'll develop them using their recipes for inspiration. The food will be great, no matter which way I have to go, but the concept is what I need you to think about."

"You know, the 100th anniversary of the Titanic sinking is next April. You want to do a specialty dinner at Bistro serving some of their menu items? We could dry run your concept and dress all our servers up in formal attire and ask guests to wear jacket and tie for a change."

"I think you're on to something. Let's do it. The last meal served before the collision is well known and I think I already have all those recipes somewhere."

"I think the overall concept is an intriguing idea. There's nothing like it anywhere as far as I know. What location are you thinking about?"

"That's what's really interesting. You know the old Signal Mountain Lodge property up near you?"

"Yes, but it's not on the market as far as I know."

"Not officially. I got a note a few days ago from a loan office at their bank. It has been foreclosed and the bank now owns it outright. He said the owner had passed away and the estate refused to pay off the balance. They want to do a deal quickly."

"How much do they want?"

"One million dollars."

"How much land is there?"

"Almost five acres and, as you know, it has a perfect view of the Chattanooga skyline and the whole valley."

"That seems to be a good price. It's already zoned for a restaurant, and with five acres, there would be plenty of room for parking and a nice garden. Maybe we could develop an upscale place for weddings, anniversaries, corporate events and the like."

"Exactly."

"Why don't we put in an offer for $900,000 and see what they say. Even if we don't build a new restaurant, that land alone is worth the money."

"I agree. I'll give them a call and see what they say. But you're willing to go in with me for the full million if they hold firm, right?"

"That's right."

"Now what was this about a contest you want me to judge?"

"I've challenged the chefs at each of the restaurants to develop new menu offerings using non-traditional meats or fish. Each team will develop two dishes and the winning team will be given two extra paid vacation days. I want you to judge the contest along with someone else that I'll name later. In fact, I want you to offer up names for the second judge."

"That sounds like fun. Would there be like a points system based on taste, presentation, side dishes and so on?"

"Yes, also wine parings that they must specify."

"Good idea. Put me down for that. Should be fun."

"Now you know that Tim, Mike and Bill are all going to politic with you."

"Of course, I'd do the same thing. But that doesn't work with me."

"Good. That's all I had. Let me know what the bank says."

"I'll give you a call tonight or tomorrow."

After dad hung up, I called Pam. "Hey sweetheart, I've been thinking about this weekend with your mom and Rudy. Has she been to Chattanooga before?"

"I don't recall that she has. Why?"

"I was thinking about taking them to the aquarium downtown and also driving them up to Lookout Mountain. Of course, there's also Rock City and all the shops around here she might enjoy."

"All of that sounds like fun. Let's talk about it tonight and make our plans. By the way, I did call Jason and accepted his offer. He wants me to work Monday through Wednesday next week to start training. I'd be off the rest of the week. That'll give me a chance to take your mom down to the shelters so she can introduce me."

"Sounds like a great plan to me. You might want to call the admissions office at the university to see what they say about an application and when you could begin once you're accepted."

"Good idea. I'll do that right now."

"OK, see you tonight around 6:30 or so."

"I love you Tom."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

The rest of the day went quickly. I met two of the employees that afternoon at Bistro. At each meeting, I asked them to a private meeting room we had and discussed everything that had happened with them. I apologized for my actions toward them and the anger I displayed over some incidents that were not their fault. They listened and said they understood and appreciated the apology. I assured them they were doing a superb job for us and that I had very high value for their skills and positive attitude. Both employees were very pleased.

It was a little after 6:30 when I arrived at the house. Pam had the table set and a nice bottle of super Tuscan open and breathing. The lasagna smelled delicious. She had also stopped at a bakery and purchased a French baguette.

"So you found the wine cellar."

"Yes, it's huge. But you don't have that many bottles cellared."

"I haven't purchased any in four or five years so the inventory is down. Maybe we can go wine buying one Saturday."

"Let's do it."

"What are you favorite varietals?"

"I really like California Cabs and Pinot Noir. I also like Grenache and Syrah. But most any red is fine with me. I'm not so much into whites except with fish."

The lasagna was as good as it smelled. I could really get used to this lady's cooking.

"While I was exploring downstairs, I also saw your office and the theater. Can we watch a movie tonight?"

"Sure, I have a pretty good collection you can choose from. It's also tied into Netflix through the internet."

"I called the admissions office and they confirmed what I thought would be the case. It's too late to apply for entry in the next semester so I'll have to wait until next spring to apply for the fall semester. They are mailing me an application."  

"That might be for the best. You have a lot on your plate right now with everything being new to you. I'm concerned about dumping too much on you."

She reached for my hand. "Thanks sweetheart, but don't worry about me. I'm tough!"

After we ate and cleaned up the kitchen, we went downstairs to the theater room. Pam picked "Sleepless in Seattle." It's a story about a man whose wife died and he moved from Chicago to Seattle with his young son to escape the grief. But after 18 months, he was still grieving and couldn't sleep. His son encouraged him to find a new wife even though he had not even thought about dating again. His son convinced him to call a radio talk show on Christmas Eve and he ended up pouring his heart out about his marriage and how much he missed her. A woman who heard the show was infatuated with the guy and fell in love with him based solely on his story. She wrote to him proposing they meet at the top of the Empire State Building. They did and fell in love.

I knew exactly how this guy felt.

After the movie began, it wasn't long before Pam was cuddling up in my lap as we watched the big screen. The cinema chairs were very large and easily accommodated both of us as we cuddled.

I unbuttoned and reached inside her blouse and under her bra to feel the warm soft flesh of her breasts. Since the bra was tight, I asked her to sit up while I reached under the back of the blouse to release the hooks. She leaned back into my chest and sat between my legs as I reach around in front under the loose cups and massaged both breasts and nipples.

Her head was leaning back against the top of my chest and the fragrance of her perfume excited my senses. Her moaning began as I played with her nipples, gently rolling them between my fingers and tugging them.

I slid my hands down her sides and across her toned stomach. She moaned louder as I slid one hand down under her trouser belt, under her panty waistband and down over her Mons. The smooth hairless skin of her vulva was very soft and warm. I slipped a finger down across her clit and into the opening of her moist vagina. She released the belt and unzipped the trousers to give me unfettered access. Pam's clit was hard and her entire vulva was very moist and hot.

Her moaning became louder as I inserted two fingers into her opening and used my thumb to rub her clit. She turned to me and smiled, then leaned into my neck and kissed it several times. She began to squirm and her breathing became more erratic and shallow.

"Stop just a second and let me get more comfortable." She stood, shimmied off her pants and panties and then sat spread-eagle over my lap facing me. Her legs were supported by the arms on the heavily padded leather chair and her vulva was suspended over my cock.

I reached under and inserted my fingers into her vagina and could feel the heavy flow of viscous fluid. As I gazed into her eyes, I gently caressed her clit and reached for her G-spot with my other fingers. Her eyes and breathing told me she was close. I started to pull gently on her engorged clit and rubbed it while stretching it with my finger and thumb. He eyes showed she was dazed by the sensations and she squirmed and twitched as the nerve endings in her clit and vagina conspired.

"Sweetheart, I want you inside me now." I helped her off the chair arms and rose to remove my trousers and boxers. I turned her and asked her to straddle the chair arm with her butt facing me. This must have brought back ancient memories as she suddenly started humping the chair arm to massage her clit, just like when she was a child. I stood there and watched, fascinated by her focus and intensity.

After a moment, I eased her body back toward me and inserted into her very wet entrance. Pam was still rubbing her clit on the arm but now I was pounding her vagina at the same time. She grunted with each stroke and pushed back in rhythm with my thrusts. Pam moaned and gasped for air. She was very close to cuming.

I licked my right index finger and slid it effortlessly into her rectum as I pounded her pussy without mercy. This took her over the edge into the orgasmic world she loved. She jerked and jumped and screamed her pleasure as it raced through her. I held on to keep her astride the arm and continued to thrust as she climaxed. Her clinched vaginal muscles clamped my cock and that great tingling sensation started in my feet and legs and rushed through my entire body. Now I was dazed by the continuous jets of semen spurting into her body.

She screamed again as another orgasm piggybacked the first one. Her back arched up and she thrusts back into me. My finger was still in her rectum as far as it would go. Unlike her efforts to reach other orgasms, she never gave verbal instructions this time; her only sounds were grunts, groans, moans and screams. Maybe I was finally getting the hang of what she wanted me to do.

As the movie played on, we both collapsed in the chair with my cock still inside her. I held her warm body as her breathing slowed and became regular once again. We lay still for several minutes as the glow from our orgasms faded. I then eased out of her and told her to stay there while I brought tissues from the adjacent bathroom. We wiped up what we could from her legs and the leather chair surface before walking upstairs to our shower.

We quickly showered and slipped into bed, total sated with sex and very, very tired.

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"Good morning sweetheart." I struggled to open my eyes and turned to look at her.

"Good morning to you, I think. Why are you up so early?" She handed me a cup of hot coffee and then slid under the covers next to me with her cup.

"I had another dream."

"Oh, was it Lydia again?"

"No, it was just a weird dream, I think. It was just a voice speaking to me."

"What do you remember about it?"

"A voice told me that I have another sister that was born before dad and mom married. The voice said they decided to give her up for adoption because of the financial poverty they were in and the fact they weren't married. She is four years older than me. Now, as I told you, I knew they had a baby from overhearing mom and dad talking one time. But I didn't know that they gave it up for adoption. I just assumed it had died from the way they talked."

"Maybe your mom told you about it when you were young and your mind is just now remembering it?"




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"Maybe, but I don't think so. The voice never gave me her name or anything about her other than her age and sex."

"That age matches up to Niki Lee."

"I know. That was my first thought. Who else looks so much like me and to some degree, Jerri? There is a good chance it's her."

"Did any of the information on-line about Nikki indicate she was adopted?"

"No, but I don't think that kind of personal information would ever be publicized."

"Do you want to ask you mom about this? Maybe your dream was not a real message."

"You mean that my brain somehow made it up?"

"Yes. I know I dream about extraordinary things that are not real. Maybe something I saw on TV or read about caused my brain to make up a dream. Before you totally believe the dream is a real message, it should be confirmed by your mom."

"Just like when you confirmed what Lydia told me about you two having sex on Angel."

"And like you confirmed with the heat pump switch, the dream of your dad telling you to flee Charlotte and my dreaming your name was Pam before you told me."

"Also, when Lydia dreamed that you and I would meet for the first time in the cabin on your birthday."

"Absolutely. All of those dreams were real messages because they really did happen."

"Tom, how can I approach mom with such a sensitive and personal question? I don't want to embarrass her or risk hurting her. I've hurt her too much already."

"I don't know Pam. Maybe sometime this weekend an opportunity will arise. But if not, what difference does it really make? So what if you have another sister and she is Nikki Lee. Does it change anything?"

"I suppose it doesn't but I would still like to know. Wouldn't you like to know if you had another brother or sister?"

"I suppose."

"Let me think about it. I really want to know but knowing may be worse that not knowing"

"Let's get some breakfast and go for our jog. OK?"

After our bowls of cereal, we ran two laps or four miles through our neighborhood and the two others adjacent to ours. It was another beautiful morning and the sunrise was spectacular.

We compared plans for the day. Pam was going shopping for food we would need over the weekend and then to Wendy's house for lunch. Her mom and Rudy would arrive around 6:00pm and we planned to grill steaks on the patio. Pam asked if she could get her nails done at a shop Donna recommended.

"Pam, please don't feel you have to ask my permission to do things like that. Just do it, sweetheart."

"But I'm spending your money and I want you to be OK with that."

"Pam, it's not my money. It's our money. Listen, we are in this together. I'm not ever going to criticize you for spending money sweetheart. I have added you to my VISA credit card account and you will have your own card in the next few days. I also brought home the forms for you to open a checking account. My plan is to move money into your account to give you a ready source of funds for anything you want."

"I had no idea."

"It's just not come up yet but I've been intending to tell you."

"Tom, are you-I mean we-rich?"

"Pam, thanks to a large inheritance from my grandfather and our business, we are comfortable and I don't think you should worry about that."

"What did your grandfather do?"

"Well, the money mostly came from his father. During the collapse of the stock market in 1929, he bought stocks after they collapsed. He wisely figured that many major companies would survive and thrive after the depression eased. He bought railroad stocks, GE, General Motors and DuPont. And when WWII broke out and the major expansion in the late 40's, he was suddenly very rich as those stock prices boomed."

"He was very intelligent."

"Yes and he was patient. He made a plan and stuck with it over many years. My grandfather was his only heir and he was also very wise at investing. He bought land with his dad along the new TVA lakes when they first came on the market in the late 30's and early 40's. At that time, not many people wanted a lake front lot since they were more focused on putting food on the table and fighting a war."

"Thanks for telling me all of this. I knew from the house and Angel that you must have a lot of money, or at least that you had spent a lot of money." I smiled.

Just then, the phone rang. It was dad.

"Hey dad, what's the story?"

"I talked to the bank and they put me in touch with the officer handling the foreclosures. I offered them the $900,000 we discussed but they wanted more. I asked them to discuss it with their management and come back with their bottom line. They asked if I wanted to finance it or pay cash. I told them cash. They came back to me a few minutes ago and offered it at $950,000 and I agreed."

"Great, I'll transfer $475,000 to your account today." Pam's mouth flew open.

"Good. They want to close on it within a month but I asked for a survey and title insurance and a hazardous materials clean bill of health. That will probably slow down the closing. Years ago, there used to be a skeet club up near that location. I just want to be sure there's no lead contamination. I'll contact our lawyer and get her working with the bank right away. We want everything to be clean-no surprises later."

"Absolutely. We can talk about it some more when you're over tomorrow. Oh, by the way, Pam's mother and her new fiancé are coming this evening and will be here for the weekend."

"That's wonderful. I'll throw another potato in the pot."

"You're going to be here around 10:00 tomorrow?"

"Yeah, we'll shoot for that. Tell Pamela that I want one of her famous biscuits when we get there."

"You know, those would be good. Pam found a jar of the lavender honey in our cabinet the other day. Did you give Lydia a jar?

"Sure did. She wanted it as a surprise for you. Guess it didn't work out that way."

"Well, it was a surprise. Talk to you later. Love you, dad."

"Love you too son."

As soon as I hung up, Pam wanted to know everything.

"What are you and your dad spending so much money on?"

"Sweetheart, we have just purchased five acres of prime land about a mile from here. It overlooks the city and we're thinking about building the finest restaurant this area has ever seen. We are shooting for the very best both in food and atmosphere."

"Wow. Do you think this area can support it?"

"Yes, in addition to the public restaurant, we'll have private banquet rooms and will be able to accommodate weddings, business meetings and all kinds of special events. As dad says, we will make this a destination that people will drive to, even from Atlanta. We might even put in a few guest rooms for a bed and breakfast option like the big Michelin rated restaurants in Europe do."

"That sounds exciting. So are our kids going to see it or our grandkids?"

"What are you talking about? We'll do it in three or four years max. By then, the economy should be picking up and people will be ready to go back to fine dining."

"I thought your dad was slowing down and taking it easier."

"He did for a few years. Now he has that itch to get back to work."

"What about your mom and her desire to travel?"

"Guess you'll just have to go with her."

"You really mean that?"

"If you'd like to. But she has a lot of other girlfriends; some of them are widows, who would be glad to go with her as well. Oh, by the way, dad says he wants one of your famous biscuits when they get here tomorrow morning."

"Oh jeez Tom, did you tell him about my biscuits?"

"Honey, I tell everybody about those biscuits. Already the guys at the restaurants are begging me to bring in a batch." She smiled and just shook her head.

At 9:00 I headed to the office and Pam went grocery shopping. Wednesday's before Thanksgiving are always fun. Cheryl had brought in cinnamon rolls and Ron had brought in a cheese ball and crackers. Another lady, Randi, had brought in sausage balls. The seven of us working there gorged ourselves as we sat around in the conference room and talked. No one really wanted to work and I understood that.

I asked the others what they planned for the holiday and most were just staying in the area and either going to someone's house for dinner or inviting others to their house. Our newest employee Jamie, a young accountant, said she was driving to Atlanta to be with her boyfriend's parents. That was the first we had heard of a boyfriend so that set off a round of good-natured joking and pseudo-advice about how to conduct a relationship. She took it well.

Around 10:30, I told everyone that they could leave at noon for the weekend. They were thrilled especially since I'd not done that for several years. Everyone came by to wish me a wonderful holiday before they left.

Ron came into my office before he left and closed the door. "Hey boss, can I talk with you a minute?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"It's about Pam."

"Wait, don't tell me. You saw her in Playboy I'll bet."

"Oh, so you already know."

"What I know is that it's not her. The model is Nikki Lee who is several years older than Pam. But they do look alike."

"Whew! I'm sorry I brought it up."

"So, what are you doing reading Playboy?"

"I just read the articles, I don't look at the pictures, at least not too much." He grinned.

"Get out of here, have a great weekend."

"You too, Tom. I appreciate the time off and everyone is ecstatic about being off this afternoon. That was a great move on your part."

I hung around until 1:00 and then drove over to Bistro for a late lunch. Tim was there and he joined me at the table.

"I did find a reliable supplier for rabbit and he's going to drop off a half-case next week. That will be six, I think. I want to work up a few different dishes and have you come over and tell me what you think."

"Is that one of the meats you might use for the contest?"

"Yes, according to how it turns out. I've never worked with rabbit before so we'll see."

We then talked about which menu items were selling and which ones were not. We decided to change out the catfish for sea bass and the veal chop for a filet mignon. Tim was not happy with the current pastry chef's skills and we decided that he should talk with Ron on Monday and start a search for another experienced person.

I then asked, "Is everything set for the turkeys and hams tomorrow?"

"It's under control boss. We had a lot of volunteers this year. And, you're not going to believe this; Gino had his delivery guy drop off three huge turkeys for us to roast. Sylvia wrote a note saying that they wanted to help with the effort."

"He and Sylvia are just good people. I'll have to go by and thank them. OK, Tim, I'll check in with you tomorrow morning."

By 3:00 I was at the house. The cleaning ladies were still hard at work and they had a boom box on and booming. They obviously wanted to hear the music from any part of the house. I found them back in the bedrooms and told them I was there. They asked if I wanted them to turn down the music and I said no. I went down to my office in the basement where it was fairly quiet.

After checking e-mails and looking through the latest financial statements, I transferred $475,000 into my father's account. As usual, when I moved a large amount like that, the bank security department called me to confirm the transfer. This time, it only took them ten minutes to call. Normally, it's the next day. Must be a slow afternoon at their office.

About 4:00, I heard the music cut off and one of the ladies came down to tell me they were finished. I thanked them and gave them each an extra $20. These two ladies worked very hard and I'm sure their agency wasn't paying what they're worth.

A few minutes after they left, I heard the garage door open and the unmistakable sound of Angel's engine come in and turn off. As soon as the entry door opened and I saw Pam, I could tell she had a wonderful time at Wendy's house.

"Tom, you have the best friends in the world. There were seven ladies from the church there and we had a marvelous time. Two of them were about my age and the others were your age. Only five of them had known Lydia but all knew and thought the world of you."

She walked over and put her pasta container down and we kissed. "I love your nails, sweetheart. The color is perfect for you."

"I really like the young lady who did them. Donna was right, it's really a nice place and everyone was so friendly."

"Did Wendy tell you that her husband was killed in Iraq?"

"Yes, she did. I really hated to hear that. But she also said she has been dating a guy named Brady something for a couple of months and it's going really well."

"That's good, I hadn't heard that. What would you think about inviting a number of the church couples over for a Christmas party? I'd also like to invite Ron and his wife and Cheryl and her husband. And of course, a lot of other friends and neighbors."

"I'd love to do that. As you know, I've never had experience entertaining like that but will do my best. How many are you thinking about?"

"Our last party before Lydia got sick was for about 100."

"Whoa baby! That's a big party."

I suggested, "We could have the restaurant cater it for us. In fact, I think that would be the best way to go so you can spend all your time with the guests."

"Will they do the dishes, the setups and man the bar?"

"Absolutely. It's as close to a worry free experience that we could get."

"Then I'm all for it. Let's pick a date and I'll get the invitations out next week."

"Let me check a couple of dates with the Bistro and see which one is the best for them."

"Mom and Rudy are going to be here in about 45 minutes. Can we take a shower and get ready? We don't have much time so no hanky panky. OK?"

"What? Me? You're the source of most of the hanky panky around here."

All she did was give me one of her devious grins and motioned for me to follow her into the bedroom. There, she shimmied off her pants and bikini panties and slowly rolled down her lace top thigh high stockings. I stood mesmerized by her sexy figure and the dangling breasts that dropped a full six inches below her when she bent over.

While I undressed, she turned on the water in our double shower and pulled two sets of towels and washcloths out of the linen closet. The first couple of minutes in the shower, we just soaked, hugged and kissed. Her body was like a temple dedicated to sex and I was worshipping.

"Was that the doorbell?" she asked.

"The doorbell? Oh no, let me check."

I stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel and quickly dried as much as I could while walking to the security monitor. I turned on the front door camera and there stood Ruth and Rudy!

"OH NO! Your mom and Rudy are here already!"

"OH CRAP! Can you get clothes on and let them in?"

I walked back to the monitor and pushed the intercom button. "Hey Ruth and Rudy, give me a minute. We were just getting ready."

"OK, I'm sorry we're so early." Ruth said.

"No problem at all. I'll be there is just a minute."

I turned and headed for trousers and a shirt while still trying to dry my back and legs. At least my erection had gone down.

I opened the door with the most pleasant smile I could manage.

"It's great to see you two! We were expecting it'd take you much longer to get here."

Rudy responded, "We left a little early thinking that traffic around Atlanta would be much worse than normal because of the holiday. But it was all smooth sailing."

"Well, come on in. I'm so glad you could come over and spend the weekend with us. Pam is still in the shower so it might be a while before she's ready to be seen. You know how women are."

Ruth exclaimed, "Tom, I just love your house. It's beautiful!"

"Thank you very much. Let me show you this main part and get you something to drink before I head back to dress." I led them to the library.

"This is our favorite room. We call it the library but, as you can see, it's really the sitting room where we normally just sit and talk, sip our drinks and gaze out the window."

Rudy commented, "This is amazing. But with what looks like thousands of books along the walls, it's the library also."

Ruth added, "And what a great room for entertaining. I love the way you arranged the three sofas and the arm chairs."

"Lydia and I loved to entertain our friends so this room along with the kitchen and family room was where everyone congregated." We then walked to the kitchen and they both just stood there with their mouths open.

Ruth exclaimed, "This is the largest kitchen I have ever seen in a home."

"Lydia loved to cook and often had many friends over to cook. It was kinda like a quilting party was in the old days except they all cooked while they gossiped."

Ruth replied, "Now women don't gossip. They just exchange the latest news about the people they don't really like." Rudy and I laughed while Ruth grinned. I could see where Pam got that adorable grin she often used on me.

"Let me get you something to drink. I walked to the fridge and opened the door. We have beer, all kinds of diet soft drinks and orange juice."

Ruth replied, "I'll have just a glass of water with a little ice. Rudy always likes a beer about this time of day, right honey."

Rudy replied, "Yes, I see you have Bud Light. That'll do just fine."

I pulled one out and poured it in a beer glass before filling Ruth's water glass. We returned to the library and I excused myself to dress.

About 20 minutes later, Pam was ready and walked out to greet them while I finished showering and dressing.

When I walked down the hall toward the library, I could hear the laughter and pleasant chatter.

"Hey sweetheart," Pam said as I entered. "We were just talking about Jerri and David. They're at the resort all this week and she's already called mom twice to tell her how much fun their having."

Ruth commented, "Pam, she said to tell you that Tom's technique is driving her crazy, whatever that means." Pam turned red and glanced over at me with that devious grin.

I quickly changed the subject, "We were thinking about grilling steaks for dinner. Does that sound good?"

Rudy reacted, "That sounds great! But I insist on helping you. I also love to grill."

"Super, we'll sit and drink beer and watch the charcoal do its magic."

Ruth then told Pam, "Sweet, we don't want to be a bother this weekend so please let us help. I don't like to be just a guest."

Pam reacted, "OK, we'll put you to work. You can help me in the kitchen tonight and for sure tomorrow morning. I'm responsible for the turkey and dessert. Since I've never roasted a whole turkey, I'll want your help on that."

"Ruth, my parents are coming over around 10:00 tomorrow and I'm really excited for you to meet them."

"I believe you told me he was a chef."

"Yes, still is. He just took a few years off. He's got a big new project in mind so he's coming out of retirement."

Pam added, "Now listen to this mom. He's 70 years old and wants to start a new ultra-fine dining restaurant fully equivalent to any of the Michelin starred restaurants in Europe. I just hope I can still walk when I'm 70."

Rudy responded, "I think hard work keeps you young. There's nothing worse than retiring and then sitting down waiting to die."

I said, "Exactly right. He could live another 20 years because he's in excellent health. I don't think he takes any medication because he doesn't need it."

Pam then asked if she could give them a tour of the house.

"Sure. I'll walk around with you."

Pam described how we often sat in the library and sipped wine, talked or read. She showed them a copy of Lydia's book and described it for them. Then she took them to the kitchen and talked about the appliances and why the island was so long. Finally to the dining room and the table that seated 14 people-which had been custom made. Next it was to the bedrooms and she told them about her office that I was planning to set up. She stopped in our bedroom and showed them a picture of Lydia.




A Miracle at the Cabin Ch. 10



Then Pam led the way downstairs to the theater room, my office and finally, the wine cellar. Both Ruth and Rudy said they would love to watch some movies this weekend.

We went back upstairs and Pam opened the door into the garage.

"Rudy, I know you're a car guy. Tom is letting me drive Lydia's car and I want you to see it." We walked around mine and the Jeep and then Rudy stopped and just stood there.

"Is that a McLaren?"

Pam responded, "Yes, isn't she gorgeous? I've named her Angel."

"Well, I'll be damned. I've never seen one, only heard about it. Tom let's you drive it?"

"Yes, I go everywhere in it. You want to go for a ride?"

Rudy looked at me, I guess for approval; so I just nodded and said go ahead. Pam backed it out and around his BMW. He walked around Angel a couple of times before raising the door and sliding in beside her. They took off.

Ruth and I went back inside. I refilled her water glass and grabbed a Stella for me. We sat in the library and talked.

"Ruth, I have fallen madly in love with your daughter. I suppose you saw that coming."

"Yes, I did. She's obviously very happy and she's told me that she loves you dearly."

"I would like to propose marriage to her sometime during the next three months with the objective of a fall wedding. Do you have any objections to that?"

"No, of course not. I asked you to be sure and not rush into something you might regret later. I don't see any reason to think you two wouldn't be perfect for each other. In another three months, I'm sure the both of you will know for a fact that you're ready for that big commitment."

"Thank you. Your support means the world to me and to Pam. Have you and Rudy made any definite plans yet?"

"We're thinking about a small wedding at the church with just our immediate family and our church friends. The ladies of the church will do our reception so it will be a no-frills kind of ceremony. It will probably be in February or March. That's one thing I want to talk about this weekend."

"That's great. Jerri and Pam are on cloud nine and really want to help with the wedding. They are so proud of you and think Rudy is perfect for you."

"I want them to be my bridesmaids and Rudy is going to ask you to stand with him, along with his brother." I smiled and assured her I would be honored.

"Tom, can I share something very personal with you?"

"Sure, what is it?"

Tears came to her eyes and she struggled with the words and her emotions. I moved over to sit beside her.

"Richard and I had a baby before we were married and I gave her up for adoption." She started crying and I put my arm around her. "Tom, I was so young and neither of us worked or could support a child. My father tried to talk me into an abortion but I refused. He and my mother got into terrible fights over it. She supported me and insisted they support whatever decision I made. Dad was more concerned about our family reputation, I think. Richard wanted to keep the baby and somehow make it work but I was more concerned about the baby having a good home and a real chance in life."

"Ruth, that is certainly understandable."

"Neither of the girls knows anything about this. Richard and I kept it from them out of fear of what they might think about us. We were so ashamed of what we did. I swore I would never allow our girls to be in that position so I started them on birth control when they were very young."

"Are you planning to tell them?"

"Yes, I think it's time but I wanted to get your opinion first. Both Pam and Jerri say you give the best advice of anyone they've ever met. Now I need some. How do I approach them with this and what will they think about me?"

"When did you decide to tell me?"

"A couple of days ago. For the first time in a very long time, I dreamed about Richard and the baby. I woke up crying and thinking about that innocent baby girl I gave away. I dreamed that I told Jerri and Pam but now I'm scared to actually do it. So I wanted to talk to you first. I don't want them to hate me."

I didn't dare tell her about Pam's dream last night.

"Ruth, I will tell you what I told Jerri and Pam when they asked for advice. Just be totally honest with them. Do it face to face and just explain your decision and how you and Richard had the courage to do what was best for the baby. They will understand and love you even more for telling them. Have you told Rudy?"

"Yes, last night. He understood completely and said he fully supported me telling the girls."

"Just so I know. If the opportunity ever came for you to meet your daughter, who is now 27 or 28, would you like to do that?"

"Oh yes, yes. I would love to know what happened to her and if there's any way I can be part of her life going forward. That has been such a burden on my heart for all these years. Not knowing anything about her was the worst part."

"Do you plan on telling Pam this weekend?"

"Yes, probably tonight while you and Rudy are grilling the steaks."

"I think that's wonderful. Pam will understand."

Just then we heard Angel make her appearance and the garage door open.

The end of Chapter 10. Stay tuned for the next chapter coming shortly. There are just three more chapters till the dramatic ending.



A Miracle at the Cabin Ch. 11



Please read the previous chapters before this one to understand the story up to this point. None of these chapters are stand-alone. This chapter does contain erotic scenes. 

Enjoy!





The door from the garage opened and a smiling Pam and Rudy walked in. "He liked the car, Tom." 

"No, I loved the car. That is some machine and she even let me drive." 

"We took Angel down to I-75 and up a couple of exits and back. Two guys wanted to race us but I did what you said." 

"She sure did, Tom. We only got up to 140 before the other guys gave up." 

"RUDY! I made you promise not to tell Tom. Darn your hide!" Then they both started laughing so I knew it was just a joke. At least I hoped it was. 

"Pam, its about 6:00. When do you want to eat? I need at least 20 minutes to grill the meat." 

She looked at Ruth and they agreed that 6:45 would work. They were planning baked potatoes, asparagus and a tossed salad. I invited Rudy to join me outside on the patio and grabbed two beers on the way. It was a very cool night, as Novembers normally have, and the sun had set. I turned on the floodlights and we both put on jackets. 

We sat and talked for several minutes before I turned on the gas grill. 

Rudy asked, "How did you manage to get one of the McLarens? I know they were on allocation, even though they cost a half-million dollars."

"My dad went to school with a guy who's a dealer in Atlanta. Dad has bought many cars from him over the years. When the McLaren was announced, Lydia read a review and fell in love. Later on, when we found out she had cancer, I asked dad to call his buddy and see what could be done. The dealer pulled some strings, I suppose, and he called dad one morning and told him he had one coming. The neat thing was that it was the paint color that she really wanted. We drove down and picked it up. She was so nervous that she refused to drive it home. So I drove it and she followed me. I still remember the first time I heard that engine and felt the power under my foot. There was nothing like it." 

"Pam surprised me when she stopped at a gas station and told me to drive. That car really scared me. The accelerator is very sensitive and it almost jerks your head off when you tap it too hard. I'm not familiar with the specs on that engine but it must have a ton of torque. But Pam has learned to handle it really well. I was impressed with her driving."

"Ruth and I had a talk while you were gone. She told me about the baby she gave up for adoption."

"Yeah, she told me last night. It's a real shame she had to make that decision so young and live with it forever. But I think she did the right thing. I told her I was very proud of her for thinking of the baby first. I wish all pregnant mothers were like that." 

"She asked whether or not she should tell Pam and Jerri and I said to do it. Ruth needs to share the burden she's been carrying and know that others support her decision. It sounded like Richard wanted to keep the baby and that also added to her feelings of guilt." 

"We're planning to get married in late February or March. It'll be just a simple wedding at the church. Would you consider standing with me?" 

"Absolutely. I'm honored you asked." 

"My brother will also. We'll just wear normal suits, not tuxes or anything like that. Ruth wants it to be a simple affair." 

"Let's get these steaks on. How do you and Ruth like them grilled?" 

"We both like medium." 

"Pam is medium also but I like mine a little more rare." I put three of the filets on and waited a few more minutes to add mine.

"If you'll watch them, I'll get us a couple more beers," I said. 

I walked in and saw Pam and Ruth sitting in the library talking. I could tell it was a serious discussion and assumed it was about the baby. I pulled another Bud Lite and Stella out of the fridge and walked back to the grill. 

"We were trying to decide what you might like to see this weekend. We have a really nice aquarium. Of course, there's Rock City, made famous by all the painted birdhouses and barn roofs. We have two Civil War battlefields close by, Lookout Mountain and Chickamauga. There's Ruby Falls, a tall waterfall inside a cave. Also the old train station has been restored and it dates from 1909."

"All of that sounds interesting. Let's let the girls decide."

"Pam hasn't seen any of them yet so everything will be new to her."

The steaks were ready in just a few more minutes. When I entered the kitchen, I saw the girls working on the salad and the potatoes were out of the oven and cooling. I glanced at Pam and our eyes touched. She winked at me and smiled. 

Dinner was really good. Fortunately, the steaks were perfectly grilled. During dinner, the ladies decided they wanted to go to the aquarium and then have lunch at The Meeting Place, one of my restaurants. We would do that on Friday and then decide what to do about Saturday. Ruth and Rudy planned to drive home Sunday after going to church with us. 

The rest of the evening was devoted to the movies. Rudy wanted to watch "The Unforgiven," a 1960's western starting Burt Lancaster and Audrey Hepburn. I had forgotten I had that old movie on DVD. Dad must have given it to me; he liked the old westerns and gave me a box of them one time for Christmas.

It was actually kind of fun to see a production done in those years and how they had to do the photography without all the special effects they have now. We all cheered for the good guys and booed the bad guys. It was a real hoot and I thoroughly enjoyed watching it with them. 

We then decided to call it a night and head to bed. I was a little surprised when Rudy and Ruth went into the same bedroom, but that was fine with me. When Pam entered, she immediately walked into my arms and kissed me like there was no tomorrow. 

"Pam, I need some air girl. What's gotten you all turned on?" 

She smiled and giggled, "They're sleeping together now. I think it's so cute and mom was so embarrassed to tell me." 

"There's no reason to be embarrassed." 

"She and my dad were old school, conservative and proper. At least I always thought that. But she told me tonight about having a baby before they were married and how she decided to give it away for adoption. So my dream was real." 

"How did she break it to you?"

"After you guys went outside, she asked if we could sit and talk. We went to the library and she started crying as soon as we sat down. Of course, that started me crying too even though I didn't know what we were crying about.

"She finally was able to tell me about the tough times they had growing up and how she and Richard fell in love when she was a freshman in college. They had unprotected sex a couple of times and she got pregnant. Since he was a much older guy, her parents never did support their relationship and made it known to them. They felt very alone but they decided to put their faith in God and ask for wisdom. 

"Mom believed that God helped her decide to have the child and give it up for adoption through one of the Christian run adoption services. The service paid for all her health care and the doctor and hospital expenses. She and Richard were so poor they never could have paid that bill. 

"After they eloped, which I never knew about, they moved in with his parents. Their finances improved when Richard got a good job in town and she was able to work in a local supermarket. She later tried to find out who had adopted her daughter but the adoption service refused to provide any details. She has always carried a huge burden of guilt about giving away her baby and didn't want to let me and Jerri know it happened."

"Did you tell her about your dream." 

"No. I didn't think that would add anything to our discussion. Maybe it was some sort of premonition I had. This world of dreams and messages is so difficult to understand." 

"You can say that again."

"Anyway, Jerri and David are planning to visit mom and Rudy for Christmas and she wants us to come as well. She'll tell Jerri face to face about the baby and wants us not to say anything to Jerri until then."

"And you didn't say anything about Nikki Lee?"

"Of course not. But we do need to go to Atlanta and try to meet her. I'm now excited about that possibility."

"I certainly understand that. I did ask your mom if the opportunity came to meet her daughter, would she want to do it."

"I hope she said yes."

"She did." 

"Tom, I'm just dumbfounded. I always thought my parents had the perfect marriage and that they never did anything out of the ordinary. Now I find just how difficult it was for them. I always wondered why we were closer to my dad's family than to mom's. Now I know, her parents never supported or helped them. That must have been terrible for mom and dad. They had to elope because her parents would not attend her wedding. Can you imagine such a thing?" Tears welled in her eyes once again. 

"No I can't. But none of us ever know what others have to go through until they give us a glimpse of it. Your parents obviously loved you two girls more than anything and they were always trying to protect you, even though you didn't know it."

"Sweetheart, I need your love tonight. Just soft and tender loving. Can we do that?"

My answer was to slowly start removing her clothing a piece at a time and stopping to kiss her body as it was revealed. She stood there and gazed at me as each piece fell to the floor. When she was totally naked, she removed each piece of my clothing and kissed my body. We embraced and I slowly rubbing my hands up and down her back as our tongues touched. 

I took her by the hand and helped her into bed. We continued to caress the other's body and look into our lover's eyes. Everything was in slow motion, just gentle loving touches and caresses. 

After ten or so minutes of touching, stroking and probing, Pam straddled me and guided my erection into her moist vagina. There was no erratic bouncing or the wild lust we often experienced. She sat on my erection for a full minute, just absorbing all the sensations of being one with each other. Her eyes never left mine. She gradually began to move up and down and I could feel the soft contractions of her vaginal muscles as her body told her it was time. There was no moaning, no screaming and no grunting. 

"As her orgasm approached, she lay forward on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and we kissed-slowly and tenderly. She suddenly closed her eyes and began gasping with shallow and rapid breaths. Her vagina continued stroking up and down but was now clinching my cock with each stoke. Pam stopped a couple of times and just lay still; but I could feel her body continue to clinch and release my erection. 

The release of our passion was anything but slow. We both peaked and orgasmed at the same time. I squeezed my arms around her and tried to get as close to her entire body as I could. I so wished that she could just become part of me forever. 

She lay still and gasped as my semen rushed into her. Her tunnel continued to spasm with excitement. She eventually had a second, smaller and less intense orgasm but I was totally spent. 

As we quietly lay there and experienced the afterglow, we heard some muffled screaming from next door. 

"I think that was mom." She started laughing quietly. 

"You and she sound just alike." The mood was broken and we climbed out of bed and headed to the shower. 

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Thanksgiving morning was a whirlwind of activity. Pam and her mom were in the kitchen at 7:00 and planning the strategy for the turkey and desserts. When I walked in to get coffee, they were quickly looking through cookbooks and on-line to find likely recipes. The turkey was no issue at all, it was fresh, never frozen, and Ruth had roasted them dozens of times. The desserts were another matter as there were just so many options. After much debate, they decided to make three of the old favorites: a pumpkin pie, a pecan pie and a coconut layer cake. Fortunately, Pam had purchased all the needed ingredients. 

While they were pulling ingredients out of the fridge and cabinets, Pam looked at me and said, "Why don't you and Rudy go do something? Mom and I have work to do."

Now this kitchen was huge and all I was doing was sitting at the far end of the counter and drinking coffee. Why did she want me to leave? But I knew better than to argue so I walked into the library and waited for Rudy. 

He came out about fifteen minutes later. We greeted each other and I told him to get some coffee and then let's run downtown. I told Pam that he and I were going to take Angel out.

"You want to drive?" 

"Sure, but I'd really like to see the engine if I could."

"Absolutely." I open up the hood and Rudy broke into a big smile. 

"That's a work of art. I like the way they designed the Mercedes logo to be the intake for that gorgeous breather. Just look at the precision design and finish. Tom, this is a world of engineering I know nothing about." He walked from side to side and tried to see where all the components were mounted and how the belts and pulley system worked. He then crawled under to see what could be seen from underneath. After a few minutes, he stood and just shook his head. "I've never seen anything like this." 

I backed the car out around his. While he slid into the driver's seat, I gave him directions to take us down the mountain. 

"We are we going?" 

"I want to go down to the Center City Shelter. Just turn left at the bottom of the hill."

"Why are we going there?" 

"My restaurants always roast thirty turkeys and bake ten whole hams for them on Thanksgiving morning. I just want to make sure they're on track and have what they need to get the job done." 

"You do that every year." 

"Yeah. My dad started doing that more than twenty years ago. It was one way he found to give back to the community. The people doing all the roasting and baking are our employees who volunteer to give up a few hours of their Thanksgiving to help out. Dad always felt guilty about letting them do it for nothing and one year he tried to pay them their regular wages for what they did. Every last one of them refused to take the money. One of them told dad that he wanted to donate his time but he would never do it again if dad insisted on paying him. Evidently, all of them felt the same way. They wanted to give back to the less fortunate just like dad did." 

We drove on in silence, or as silent as a 600 horsepower engine can be. 

The shelter was a beehive of activity and dozens of community volunteers were preparing food and setting up for the expected crowd. Our people weren't there yet so I called Tim, who was the boss this morning, and checked on the status. 

"Tom, our Bistro team left here about ten minutes ago. They have 18 turkeys and five hams. We are just cleaning up now. Bill's team just called and they are leaving in about 20 minutes. They have 15 turkeys. They're waiting on the last of them to reach temperature. Mike's team is packing everything in their truck and will be on their way with the rest of the hams in just a few minutes." 

"Tim, give my thanks to all your guys. I'm at the shelter now and will be here when everyone arrives. I really appreciate you, good buddy. Don't know what I would do without you. Give my best wishes to Laura and you guys have a great Thanksgiving." 

Rudy asked, "Is Tim your general manager?" 

"No, he's the chef at the River Bistro. He had five volunteers in there starting at 3:30 this morning to prepare everything. The other two restaurants had either three or four volunteers also. It amazes me how they all just love to do it." 

The director of the shelter came over and shook our hands and thanked me for what we do every year. I told him about Gino's contribution this year and he promised to write a note of thanks to him. About then, I saw some activity at the back door. Tim's driver and helper had arrived and everyone was helping unload the turkeys and hams. 

Once unloaded, the real work began to slice everything into serving sizes. Fortunately, there were other volunteers there to do that work. The driver and his assistant were free to go home to their families but I had a few words with them before they left. Both guys were as happy as could be to help out. 

This was repeated two more times as our delivery trucks arrived over the next forty minutes. By 9:15, our job was complete and everything was on schedule for an 11:30 opening. The director said they expected to feed around 500 people that day. Not only the homeless who sheltered there but also others in the community who needed help came every year. It struck me as we talked that I should really be doing more throughout the year to help. Maybe I could get Pam to brainstorm some ideas with me. 

"Rudy, let's go home. I need a good cup of coffee." 

At 9:45 sharp, I pulled Angel into her bay. When we opened the door going into the house, the aroma of just-baked biscuits started my stomach growling. 

"Pam, the aroma tells me that you remembered the biscuits." 

"Yeah, I couldn't let your dad go hungry."

Ruth added, "I'm pleased you like her biscuits so much. Richard's mom always told me that you capture a man's full attention with your cooking, not your makeup."

I replied, "Probably true, but both combined works even better." 

Rudy and I walked to the coffee machine. I noticed that someone had also made sticky buns and the cake layers were baked and cooling. This was starting to look like a real feast. 

The beep on the alarm system told me the front door just opened. Mom and dad had evidently arrived. I rushed to help them unload and Rudy followed me out. 

"Hey mom, Happy Thanksgiving!" We hugged and kissed around the large plastic bowl she was carrying. "Here, let me take this. Mom, this is Rudy. Rudy this is Sarah."

"It's very nice to meet you Rudy. I'm so glad you could come." 

"My honor, Sarah. It's great to be here."

"Rudy, why don't you take this bowl and introduce mom to Ruth. I'll go out and help dad."

As they walked away toward the kitchen, I went outside. Dad had the trunk open and a few containers and a couple of platters were sitting on the driveway. 

"Hey Tom, Happy Thanksgiving son."

"Thanks dad, it looks like you've been busy."

"Yeah, just a few things needed to be done ahead of time. I see Ruth and Rudy made it. That's a nice car they're driving." 

Rudy then walked out and I introduced them. We carried all the containers and platters in and put them on the island. 

"Dad, let me introduce you to Ruth." To my surprise, they actually hugged and dad kissed her on the cheek. Dad was really turning into a charming guy. What has happened to him?

"Ruth, I'm delighted to meet you. I see where Pam got her beauty." Mom and I looked at each other and I smiled. Where did this guy, who looks like my dad, come from? He's never been this nice to the ladies. 

"Jim, it's a real pleasure. Pam has been telling me all about you two this morning. I think she has a biscuit waiting for you!"

"Oh, she does?" Dad reached for Pam and hugged her and she kissed him on the cheek.

"So you've been busy, Pamela?" 

"Mom and I have, James. What would you like to go with it?"

"Not a thing. Great biscuits should always be savored, not hidden behind the sweetness of jam, honey or butter. 

He carefully chose one from the pan but I have no idea how he decided to choose the one he did. He raised it first to his nose. Then he broke off a piece and tasted the crusty top. He next put a larger piece in his mouth and closed his eyes. He slowly chewed and let the flavors sort themselves out on his taste buds. 

Tension was running high. Pam looked at Ruth and shrugged her shoulders. Finally, a verdict was rendered. 




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"Pamela, this is the finest biscuit I've ever tasted." The audience erupted! It was like Tiger had just sunk an eighty-foot putt. Pam looked at me with the biggest smile I had ever seen. 

"Thank you, James. Mom taught me how to make them." 

Dad looked at Ruth and said, "Do you by any chance run a bed and breakfast? We would love to come for a visit if you do." 

"Jim, you two are welcome to come anytime. We would be honored for you and Sarah to visit us."

With the official biscuit tasting now over, everybody jumped into action. Ruth was icing the cake, Pam began making the pumpkin pie and dad was pulling everything out of containers and starting to work. 

As he worked, dad told us he was making a green bean casserole with almonds, corn pudding, stuffing with sausage, apples and cranberries and potatoes with three kinds of cheese and bacon. His cranberry sauce was really a relish that I looked forward to every year. 

All of us just sighed. It was going to be a feast worth remembering. 

Mom put on an apron and started working (with Pam's blessing) to make the pecan pie. Mom has made some of the best pecan pies I've ever tasted so she was well qualified and Pam appreciated the help. Rudy and I were the odd men out so we headed to the library to talk. 

About thirty minutes later, we heard singing in the kitchen. What was going on back there? It sounded a little like a Kenny Rogers and Dottie West concert. 

Rudy and I rushed there while Pam was in the middle of Dottie's part of "Every Time Two Fools Collide," written by Lionel Richie. Then dad sang Kenny's part as he gazed into her eyes. They ended by holding hands and singing together the final lyrics as her eyes made love to him, as only Pam can do. 

We were all just blown away by their voices and everybody applauded and cheered. 

I exclaimed, "You two need to give a concert. I knew dad could really sing but Pam has only sung "Happy Birthday" to me. That was really special, sweetheart." 

Pam laughed and said, "We were just standing here talking and James mentioned he loved country music. Of course, I do too. Then he said he really like Kenny Rogers, especially the duets with Dottie West. I love Dottie West so I started singing the lyrics to their most famous song. Of course, you heard the rest. He has a wonderful voice." 

Dad responded, "Pamela, I will be thrilled to sing with you anytime. You are very talented." 

Ruth added that Pam used to sing in the church choir and also at Furman in the choir. I was learning new and impressive facts about this young lady every day. 

A little after 12:30, everything was ready and we all sat at the table with the feast in front of us. I asked dad, as was our custom, to give thanks for us. He stood and we all held hands. 

"Our Father, to say 'thank you' is just not enough for us to recognize the gifts You have given each of us. We are here today because of Your grace and mercy. None of us can claim a right to anything in Your kingdom. But as we pause on this day of thanksgiving, I do want to recognize just some of the gifts You have given to those sitting at this table. 

"Sarah is the greatest partner You could ever have given me. She blessed my life with three wonderful children and supported me through many tough times. She shows the world every day how a Christian should live. Her love has no limits and I thank You for her. 

"Tom is a wonderful son and I'm thankful for him and the passion he brings to everything he does. Lydia was his perfect soul mate and none of us know why You took her home so soon. But we trust You and have faith that Your plan is perfect for all of us. 

"Pamela has brought a joy and energy to this family that we have really missed these last few years. I know that You brought them together to be one in love and in life. Tom really needed Pamela to make his life complete once more. Thank You for their new love of each other. I pray for Pamela as all these new friends, events and surroundings may seem overwhelming at times. Hold her close to You and give her wisdom and patience. 

"Ruth has been through many trials and tough times when only You were there to help her. But You blessed her and Richard with children who love and honor her and now support her as she and Rudy look forward to their new lives together. I think You for Ruth and the values You taught her and that she has taught her daughters. 

"I thank You for bringing Rudy and Ruth together and giving them the love that will fulfill them and make their lives complete. Please give them patience as they learn to adapt to each other's ways. 

"And finally, thank You for being with us everyday and for letting us help others less fortunate. It is in the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit that I pray. Amen. 

We all said "amen" and I quickly glanced around the table. Everyone was wiping their eyes, including me. 

We then gorged ourselves. I had two full plates. There was just so much great food in front of us, it was hard to decide what we liked the best. The cheerful chatter around the table was as fulfilling as the food and the six of us thoroughly enjoyed being together. 

Rudy and I decided we would take the lead in cleaning up the kitchen. Pam and Ruth helped by wrapping and putting away the leftovers. Mom helped by bringing all the used plates and silverware to the kitchen. Dad helped by going to the library for a quick nap on the sofa. He deserved it. 

The afternoon was devoted to football games on the big screen in the theater room. While everyone started by watching the game, I think I was the only one who wasn't sound asleep within 15 minutes in those big comfortable chairs. But then, the next thing I knew, the game was over and a movie was playing. I guess I also fell asleep. 

About 5:00pm, the phone rang. It was Donna. They had just awakened from their nap and asked if they could come over to greet everyone. I told her we would love to have them, just come anytime. 

I went looking for everyone and found Ruth and Rudy in the library reading the paper and one of the books I had on the Civil War. Turned out Rudy was a avid reader of Civil War history and a student of battle strategies. They said that Pam and my parents had taken a walk to enjoy the beautiful sunset. I put on a jacket and walked outside just in time to see the sunset over the hill behind us. There were shades of orange, pink and white on the scattered clouds. 

The walkers were back by 5:30 and I told everyone that Rick and Donna would be stopping by but I didn't know when. That set off a little scurry to put things in the house back in order. They arrive about 6:30 and I introduced them to Ruth and Rudy. Both Rick and Donna commented on how much Pam looked like her mother. 

We had a very pleasant visit and we all snacked on the bountiful leftovers from lunch. All in all, it was a perfect Thanksgiving. 

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Later that evening, as we were preparing for bed, Pam gave me some more information about Ruth's baby that she learned that morning.

"Mom told me this morning that she was born January 18, 1984, in the Greenville Hospital. Her doctor was named Jamison or Jackson, or something like that. She was never allowed to see the birth certificate or any of the hospital records for the baby. She never even saw the baby; she only heard from the nurse that it was a beautiful little girl. Her hospital stay was only two days and her recovery was really fast. I guess when you're only 18, your body bounces back quickly. She went back home to her parents but her dad was really upset with her and the whole situation. Her mother did support her carrying the baby to full term but was really disappointed that mom was dating such an older man and that she had been so careless. 

"Mom had missed pretty much a full semester at college and it was difficult mentally for her to live at home. She finally was able to move in with three other girls at their school and she went another semester before her dad just stopped paying for her education. Richard did get a pretty good job about then and he asked her to marry him. They eloped and got married with only his parents knowing about it. They moved into the farmhouse and had Jerri about a year later. 

"She rarely saw her parents until Jerri and I were a few years old. She took us to visit them one day and her parents seemed to appreciate that. But there was never any real love between them after all that had happened. I just feel so bad about that; I never knew any of this had gone on." 

"Are your grandparents still alive?" 

"Only mom's mother is still alive. Her dad died from a heart attack when he was 69 and her mom remarried a couple of years later. She now lives in Florida but mom hasn't seen her in years. We did go to my grandfather's funeral and I remember that quite well."

I said, "I checked again and Nikki is going to be at the Westin Hotel on Saturday the third. The website says only invited guests will be allowed to the big announcement and all the hoopla surrounding it."

"How do we get invited?"

"I have no idea. Maybe we just go and see if we can see her for a few minutes. I just don't know but it may work since you look so much like her." 

"I do want to go. I just have the feeling that she's my sister. I've got to found out." 

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The rest of the weekend went fast. The aquarium was great, as always. Rudy was shocked at the size of the rainbow trout they had. Pam fell in love with the seahorses, especially the leafy seadragons. She said they were so ugly they were beautiful, whatever that meant. 

Friday afternoon, we went to Ruby Falls and enjoyed seeing this waterfall a little over 100 feet high within a limestone cave. The advertising photos make it look a little more impressive than it really is. 

Saturday, Rudy wanted to see the battlefields so we spend the day absorbing Civil War facts and seeing where so many men died for what they believed. It is very sobering to think of their sacrifices on both sides, often with brothers fighting for opposing armies. It's a very sad part of our history. 

Sunday, Pam and I were up early to jog while Ruth and Rudy slept in a little longer than normal. We heard them again Saturday night really going at it and were sure they needed their rest. 

The church service was really good. The minister spoke on God's blessings and how to be thankful in a world where we think we did everything by ourselves. Many of my friends and Pam's new friends stopped by to meet Ruth and Rudy and to greet Pam again. 

After a quick lunch at home (more leftovers), Ruth and Rudy headed home. We planned to see them at least at Christmas if not sooner. Pam and her mom hugged for a long time and, again, shed a few tears. Ruth reminded her not to say anything to Jerri about the adoption. We spent the rest of the day putting together a guest list for a Christmas party on Saturday December 17th. Rather than have Pam address the 45 or so invitations, I planned to turn that job over to Cheryl since she and her hubby and Ron and his wife were invited. A lot of the guests would be from the church and my company but a number of our neighbors as well as Gino and Sylvia would also be invited. 

On Monday, we both headed to work. Pam had to be at the bank at 8:00am and she decided to drive the Jeep. She was very excited and worried for ten minutes about what to wear. Her appearance is very important to her. We left together and she was so proud to be working again. 

I spent the day meeting with suppliers and negotiating contracts for 2012, now just a month away. Ron and I work a couple of weeks every year between Thanksgiving and Christmas just focusing on contracts, prices and menu planning with our chefs. Insurance for our facilities, employees and our business liability is a big deal and negotiations on those are always difficult and time consuming. Monday afternoon, I was at The Meeting Place to meet with three employees who I had mistreated. Those meetings went very well and I was really glad I decided to take Pam's recommended approach. 

I arrived home around 6:30 Monday evening. Pam met me at the door wearing a big smile but not much else. She had on a white cut out halter teddy that didn't hide much of anything. To say she was sexy would be a major understatement. This woman was just about perfect and I was so glad that she loved me and was totally committed to me. We spent an hour in bed and were totally exhausted after three orgasms for her and a massive one for me. I really don't know where all that semen came from. We gradually made it to the shower and that renewed our energy, at least to some degree. 

Later, I grilled pork chops and we ate leftover green bean casserole and corn pudding from Thanksgiving. At the table, the discussion was all about her job. 

"I got there a few minutes early and Jason let me in. Everyone was so nice to come and greet me. Jason had a training plan that we reviewed and we sat and talked for several minutes, just getting to know each other. I really like him. Evelyn is going to be my trainer. She was one of the tellers who interviewed me and she has family in Greenville. She's probably in her late 40's and has been a bank teller for a long time. She has three children, all grown and on their own. No grandchildren yet. Her husband works for TVA. 

"We went through all the basics today and I observed her handing deposits and withdrawals for several hours this afternoon. She even let me greet some of the customers and handle a few of the simple transactions. She showed me how to verify identities and she let me count her drawer after she had done it just to make sure I could do it, I suppose. I passed. 

"So how do you like it thus far?"

"I really like it. The customers were so nice, except for one elderly lady that was hard of hearing. She was really mad at the world, Evelyn told me, and she is like that all the time. No one really knows why. I felt sorry for her." 

"You're not going to miss serving tables?" 

"Not for one minute. You were so wise to recommend this. I get home at a decent hour. My clothing doesn't smell like garlic or grease and I'm working with great people. What could be better?" 

The rest of the week flew by. Thursday, mom took Pam to two of the shelters for abused women and their children. Pam came home even more determined than ever that she wanted to volunteer. Both of the shelters asked for her help and she agreed to spend four hours one day a week at each one. She will be helping the ladies with job searches, interview skills and proper manners when dealing with the public. 

On Saturday morning, all of our attention was focused on the Westin Hotel in Atlanta and our effort to meet Nikki Lee. We didn't have any real plan of how best to get a meeting so we just hoped that it would be possible. Pam wore a navy blue A-line belted dress that stopped just above her knees and sheer fashion black back-seamed panty hose. It took forever to get those seams perfectly straight but we had fun doing it. She hadn't put her bra on yet and her boobs were lovely as they dangled while she worked on the hosiery. 

To complete the full fashion look, she wore a Hermes silk scarf that was one of Lydia's favorites. When she emerged with the full glamour makeup, I could do nothing but stare with my mouth open. I had never seen such elegance and style like this anywhere. If she could not get us a meeting with Nikki, no one could do it. 

We drove Angel down to Atlanta and the excitement began when we pulled into the Westin valet parking area. I could not believe what happened. 





End of Chapter 11. Please forgive me for leaving you hanging like this. There are just two more chapters to go and they are coming very soon. 



A Miracle at the Cabin Ch. 12



Please read the previous chapters before this one to understand the story up to this point. None of these chapters are stand-alone. 

Enjoy!  



When I drove Angel into the Westin reception area, two valets rushed to open our doors. It was the first McLaren they had seen, evidently, and were surprised when my door opened up. They just stood there with mouths open. 

Finally, the young man on my side said, "Welcome to the Westin, sir. Are you planning to check in?" 

"No, we're here to meet someone." 

"Can I park your car over here next to the other Mercedes?" 

I looked over and saw two SLK's and agreed that he could park it there. 

I went around and activated Pam's door and held her hand as she stepped out of the car. Suddenly, photographers came from all directions and an explosion of flashes went off as each scrambled to get the perfect shot. She was surrounded and people were trying to push me out of the way. I was getting a little scared. Then two men in dark suits rushed over and started pushing them out of the way. Three Atlanta police officers also came and blocked an area big enough to give Pam some room. 

"Nikki, where have you been? We've had security looking everywhere for you! You worry us to death sometimes." He took Pam by the arm and started trying to escort her inside as the police ran interference. Pam refused to move.

"I'm not Nikki. I'm Pam Davis." 

He turned and looked at her again. "What's with the southern accent? Nikki, don't do this. I'm in enough trouble already and I've got to get you into the dressing room right now." 

Pam looked at me. "Tom, would you give me a hand here. Please tell this gentleman I'm not Nikki." He looked at me and I confirmed that she was Pam Davis. 

Just then a black limo pulled in behind us and Nikki Lee emerged. All hell broke loose when she stepped out. The photographers suddenly didn't know which way to point their cameras. The police didn't know who to protect and the security guys were dumfounded with two Nikki Lee's. 

One of the security guys pushed his way over to the recently arrived Nikki Lee, who we could just barely see through the scrum of photographers. He hollered back to our guy, "I've got her Jay. This is Nikki."

We still had photographers snapping Pam as fast as they could; I guess because she was so beautiful or they didn't hear she wasn't Nikki. I looked over the scrum again and police were trying to force everyone out of the way so the real Nikki could enter the hotel. Then she suddenly stopped and looked directly at Pam. Her mouth flew open and she just stared. 

I suppose she asked her body people to open a path to Pam because the whole scrum just changed direction and moved toward us. It took a while but she finally was face to face with Pam and she just stared. The photographers were yelling, pushing and shoving, trying to get a photo of the two together.

Nikki finally said over the yelling, "This beats anything I've ever seen. Did you have work done to make yourself look like me?" I could see her looking closely at Pam's neck and face.

Pam replied, "No, I've always been told I look just like you. I wanted to meet you."

Nikki smiled and replied, "Can we talk a little later? I'm running really late." She turned and whispered something to her bodyguard and he nodded. The scrum then moved to the front door and Nikki was able to escape into the safe confines of the lobby. The Atlanta police then returned and stood next to Pam and me to keep everyone away, as much as possible. The flashes were still going off and blinding us. 

In just a moment, the bodyguard returned. "Miss, I've been instructed to escort you and your associate into the conference room for the reception and announcement." He then walked with us and our police escort into the hotel and directly to the conference center. All along our route people was gawking at Pam and trying to take her photo with all the little digital cameras and smart phones. 

We arrived at the reception and immediately knew that everyone there thought Pam was Nikki. They were applauding and trying to get close to her for an autograph and photo. The bodyguard told us to follow him and he took us to a front cordoned-off area where only the dignitaries were allowed. He leaned over and spoke directly into my ear. "You should be safe here. Don't go anywhere. When the show is over, I'll escort you out. Nikki wants to talk to you." 

I finally had a chance to see if Pam was OK. 

"Tom, I never imagined this would happen. I would hate to be such a public person and have to endure this every day. How does she do it?"

"I really don't know. We could have been injured out there."

We sat marveling at all the energy in the room. I guess when seven of the Playboy all time favorite models show up in one place, the world notices. In just a few minutes, someone, who turned out to be an announcer, walked onto the stage and welcomed everyone. The music then came on and the ladies walked out to the beat of Tom Petty's "American Girl." They were gorgeous, elegant, stately, sultry, or any other word you could think of to describe feminine perfection. I was shocked and so was Pam. There was a loud murmur in the crowd when Nikki walked out. They thought she was sitting in front of them already.

The ladies were followed by top executives of Playboy Enterprises, Inc. The reason for the major announcement was that Luxembourg adult entertainment giant Manwin was acquiring Playboy TV. The two companies wanted to use this opportunity to describe the strategy and introduce the Chief Operating Officer of Manwin who appeared via Skype. And, of course, when you can parade the best of the best models in front of everyone, you get attention to your message. 

After the executives were introduced, the ladies were introduced one at a time to wild applause and catcalls from the less sophisticated in the audience. I was surprised that Nikki had appeared in Playboy nine times including five in their famous holiday editions. This lady really was a legend. 

The whole event lasted maybe 40 minutes including the Q&A period. The ladies were then ushered off the stage and we waited for our security guy. He arrived in a couple of minutes with another bodyguard and they asked us to follow them. We went backstage, where the models had gone, but no one was there. They continued to lead us down a long hallway and onto an elevator. We were taken to the 41st floor and were met by another security person when the elevator door opened. 

"Miss, Ms. Lee has asked for you to come to her suite. Please follow me." 

We arrived at her door and the security person knocked. A man we had not seen opened the door and invited us in. "Hi, my name is Robert Adams. I'm Nikki's manager. What are your names?" He politely offered his hand to me as I introduced Pam and myself. "I can certainly see why Nikki is so anxious to talk to you, Pam. You are a carbon copy of her. This is the most amazing resemblance I have ever seen." 

Just then, Nikki walked into the room from what appeared to be a bedroom. I again introduced Pam and myself. Nikki was all smiles and asked us to be seated. 

"Pam, I'm totally shocked. You look just like me but maybe a few years younger. Do you think there is anyway we could be related?" 

"Nikki, thank you for inviting us to meet with you. We drove from Chattanooga just on the odd chance we could meet. I think you are my sister." 

Nikki became agitated and quickly said, "That's impossible. My mother told me that my birth mother died in childbirth and that I was her first baby." 

"Where you born in Greenville, South Carolina, on January 18, 1984?" 

Nikki now turned white. The blood had drained from her face. She turned to Robert and he shook his head for some reason. "No one knows that, how did you find out?" 

"My mother, who is very much alive, told me two weeks ago." 

"Are you implying that my mother lied to me?" 

"I'm not implying anything. But it wouldn't be unusual for an adoptive mother to try to discourage their child from looking for their birth mother. Is there anyway you can ask your mother about it?"

"I wish that were possible. She and my dad died on Flight 93 on September 11." 

"Oh no. I'm so sorry." There was silence for a moment.

"I really don't know what to say, Pam. You may be right. But we can't be identical twins. How old are you?" 

"Twenty-three." 

Nikki sat there for a long time thinking through her emotions, it seemed. Suddenly, she stood and came over to Pam and held out her arms. Pam stood and they hugged with all the emotion you would ever see between two sisters. They both cried as they hugged. I glanced over at Robert and saw tears in his eyes. I know mine were certainly dripping. Robert handed tissues to both Nikki and Pam.

For the next 30 minutes, they talked about their mothers and how they were raised. Pam told Nikki about Jerri and that their father has passed away. She then recounted the terrible decision that Ruth had to make and the reasons Nikki had been given up for adoption. 

"Pam, my given name is Janie. Please call me that. Again, only a very few people know my real name. Is yours Pamela?"

"Yes. And Jerri's is Geraldine. She was named after dad's mom." 

"All of this is going to take a while to sink in. So I have a family that I never knew about and a mother who loved me so much she put my interest above her own. Do you realize how few mothers these days would even think about carrying an unwanted baby to full term?"

Janie looked down and shook her head for a moment. "Do you think she would be willing to meet me?"

"Tom, why don't you tell Janie about your conversation."

"Ruth told me over Thanksgiving about your birth and all the heart breaking decisions she had to make. Pam and I had known about you and how much the two of you looked alike so we thought there might be a possibility you were Ruth's daughter. I asked her if she'd be interested in meeting her daughter should the opportunity arise. She said that she would love to. I know from talking with her that she has carried the burden of her decision since you were born. I think being able to meet and talk with you would mean the world to her." 

Again, there was silence for a few moments. Janie just stared at the floor. 

"Robert, cancel all of my commitments for next week. I need to take care of some family business." 

"But Nikki, we have two personal appearances and two photo shoots scheduled." 

"Robert, pretend I'm sick and need some recovery time. Get Karena, Holly or Shy to do the photo shoots. They've been begging for work anyway. Anybody that looks good and has been in a men's mag can do the personal appearances. Get Madison, she's the hottest new cunt out there." 

What? Was this Madison the one knew?

He stood there and glared at her.

"Robert, I'm serious."

"OK, I'll take care of it." 

Janie turned to us, "You live in Chattanooga?" 

Pam responded, "Yes, but mom lives near Greenville."

"Can I stay with you until we figure out how to approach her? This is going to be a major shock to her." 

Pam responded, "We would love to have you."

"Robert, call Jackson and tell him I want to be dropped at the Chattanooga airport on the way back tonight." 

"Yes, Nikki." He walked into the next room. 

Pam whispered to Janie, "Why does he always call you Nikki?"

"Because she's the bitch he manages. He doesn't manage Janie." 

Pam and I glanced at each other. That was interesting. 

Janie explained that they always have to travel by corporate plane and that there was a dinner tonight she had to attend for one of the major investors. 

Robert returned and said, "It's taken care of. He's going to file a revised flight plan and will drop you off at 10:15 assuming we can get out on time."

We stood, as the meeting appeared to be over. Janie and Pam hugged again for a long time and whispered to each other. Both shed tears again. I assured Janie we would meet her at 10:15. As the sisters separated, Janie looked at Pam and smiled. 

"Baby sister, I need to touch you up. Come with me." They walked into the bedroom and were gone for several minutes while Robert was on the phone and I stood there like a knot on a log.

When Pam and Janie returned, Pam looked as good as new-elegant, in other words.

Robert walked us to the door and we shook hands again. The security men were outside the door and they escorted us down the elevator and to the front entrance of the lobby. Before they would let us out into the scrum again, they had Angel brought around and then the police and security guys surrounded Pam and me for the walk out. 

We were very relieved when the car doors shut and locked. The police cleared a way for our car and we headed back to Chattanooga. 

As soon as we found the entrance to I-75 North, Pam exclaimed, "I never thought she would be so nice. Can you imagine how she must have felt seeing me for the first time? I've had years of looking at her images and seeing myself. She had just a few minutes." 

I replied, "I was impressed by how professional and strong she was. I just imagined that adult film models were victims and just took whatever came their way because of the money and power behind the money. She was not weak at all and I certainly didn't see a victim." 

"We have to figure out how best to break all of this to mom. I have to work Monday through Wednesday again next week. Maybe on Thursday or Friday we can drive over and see her with Janie." 

I asked, "So what do we do with Janie until then?" 

"Maybe she would like to just relax at the house and take some downtime. We will see her every morning and evening." 

"Maybe so."

"We exchanged cell phone numbers. She said if they were late tonight, she would call me. She also told me, when we were alone, that you were very handsome and she liked the way you deferred to me during the discussion. You impressed her, in other words." 

"So now all three sisters think I'm special, huh?"

"We must all think alike." 

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We arrived at the general aviation terminal at the airport a little after 10:00 and saw one plane land around 10:15. Hopefully, it was carrying her. Pam's cell phone rang about a minute later. 

"Hello,

"OH. Hi Janie. 

"Yes. 

"No problem 

"Hey, no problem, we understand.

"See you then.

"Bye."

"She said they are about 20 minutes out and apologized for being late. She asked if we were already here. The dinner ran late." 

When her plane finally landed, things happened pretty fast. She appeared with two guys carrying her luggage in just a minute. She walked into the terminal and immediately hugged Pam and then me. The guys said "Hi," set the luggage down and were off in a flash. 

"I'm so sorry for making you wait. I've been running late all day and that's not like me."

Pam replied, "We're just thrilled to have you here, Janie. It's much more than we ever anticipated." 

I carried her two suitcases to the car while they chatted about the day. As we drove home, Pam asked her about the photographers and whether or not that was normal. 

"Unfortunately, it's that way whenever events like today are announced. In LA, we can get around without a lot of attention, as there are just so many other targets for them. In Atlanta, our appearance is a much bigger deal. It just comes with the territory, as they say." 

Pam responded, "It scared me." 

"It can be rough sometimes but the police and private security did a pretty good job today." 

I asked, "Were all the other ladies on the plane?"

"Only Heather and Charity. The others had commitments in various parts of the country so they took off in different directions. I was supposed to be in New York on Monday but Robert was able to book Madison in my place." 

"Where's Madison from?" I asked. 

"She lives in LA now but I think she's from somewhere in Kansas. I haven't met her yet but one of my production companies has her booked for two shoots the end of next week." 

I had to probe a bit more. "I know a Madison from Kansas City but I think she'd be too old for this business." 

"How old is she?" 

"Thirty one, I think." 

"Actually, the times have changed and lots of models well into their 30's are still very popular. It used to be that your career would be over around 25 or 26. Only young pussy and ass were popular. I guess as our consumers have aged, so have their tastes in women. The youngsters sell, of course, but the MILF's also sell. We shoot anyone over 18 who sells, except I won't do bestiality or BDSM. That's too extreme for me."

I asked, "It sounds like you own a production company. Is that right?" 

"Actually, I own three. One only works in the Czech Republic and Hungary. The other two are in LA." 

Pam asked, "Do all the girls change their names?" 

"Oh yes. You would NEVER use your real name in this business. Makes it too easy for someone to find you."

"So Madison would not be her real name?" I asked. 

"Lord no! I don't know what it is but it certainly won't be Madison." 

Whew!

We arrived home at 11:20pm and I carried her luggage to a bedroom down the hall from us. Janie walked around the house and looked at the library and kitchen. 

"I really like this house. Pam, did you do the decorating?" 

"No, Tom's wife, who is now deceased, did it." 

Janie looked at me. "Accident?" 

"Cancer." 

"Shit. What a shame."

Since it was only 8:30 according to her body (LA time), Janie asked if she could stay up and read in the library. I asked which authors she liked and we found several by her favorites in just a minute. Pam and I headed to bed after another hug from Janie.

After we closed our bedroom door, Pam said, "Her personality seems so normal. I'm not sure what I expected but it certainly wasn't normal. She's an entrepreneur and owns three companies. That's not normal. She's only 27. But she's also a model and has shown her assets to the world many times. I guess I never thought a person would be capable of doing both, especially at that age. But she is so well grounded, not the least bit arrogant, at least not with us. That's impressive." 

I had to agree. Janie was not what I expected. 

We showered and crashed. It had been a very long and tiring day. 

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I was the first up on Sunday morning. It was cold and looked like it was going to rain most of the day, according to the weather report. After making a cup of coffee, I walked out for the newspapers. I get both the Atlanta Journal-Constitution and the Chattanooga Times Free Press. 

I sat in the library and quickly perused the AJC first. All the normal stuff like murders, drug arrests, local politics and advertising circulars took up at least 95% of the paper. As soon as I turned the front page in the Local section, I gasped. Staring at me was a picture of myself and Pam along with Nikki Lee. We were standing beside the car and the two girls were facing each other, obviously talking. The headline read "Famous Playboy Model Nikki Lee Confronts Look-Alike."

"Before the Playboy TV-Manwin merger was announced yesterday at the Westin Hotel, a very angry confrontation occurred between model Nikki Lee and a woman who looked exactly like her. Nikki accused her of having reconstructive surgery and told the younger woman that she would deal with her later. The police and hotel security were seen escorting the young look-alike and her male companion, later identified as restaurant owner Thomas Sumter of Chattanooga, into the Westin for their own safety. No additional information is available." 

OH SHIT! I read it again just to be sure it really said that nonsense. 

Then I reached for the Chattanooga Time Free Press. At the bottom of page 2 was the same photo plus a second photo of the police escorting us by the arm into the Westin. The headline read "Local Restaurant Owner Detained for Questioning." 




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"Local restaurant owner, Tom Sumter, and an unidentified woman were detained for questioning following an angry confrontation outside the Westin Hotel in Atlanta Saturday afternoon. Two models that have appeared numerous times in Playboy Magazine were also involved. Mr. Sumter owns the River Bistro, The Meeting Place and the Rusty Rudder restaurants. He was later released. No additional information is available at this time." 

I was totally stunned. How could they tell such lies?

For the next thirty minutes, I just sat and stared at the wall of clouds outside. What was I to do? 

Pam finally came out of the bedroom and went to the kitchen for coffee. When she came into the library and looked at me, she asked, "Tom, what's wrong?" 

I showed her the two newspaper articles and she went ballistic.

"HOW COULD THEY? What a bunch of shit. I've never been in Playboy. The police were escorting us, not detaining us! Nikki was not confronting me. How do they come up with this stuff?" 

"Pam, the big problem is that I am now tied to two apparent men's magazine models in an angry confrontation. The people of Chattanooga will not like that at all."

"Tom, I have to go to work tomorrow at the bank. What do you think Jason and my co-workers are going to say?"

"Pam, maybe the biggest problem we have is really your mom. She is bound to see this sometime soon. People in Greenville also get the AJC and will recognize you." 

With tears in her eyes, she asked, "What are we going to do, Tom?" 

We sat and fumed for the next hour but could not come up with a good solution or even a plan to get one. We were both devastated. 

Janie came out for coffee just after 9:00. As soon as she saw us, she knew something bad had happened. We showed her the articles. 

"This is funny," she said. 

Pam exclaimed, "What do you mean funny? This is not funny!"

"Pam, the old saying is that the only bad publicity is no publicity. We can deal with this. You should see some of the bullshit we put up with in LA." 

I responded, "Maybe I'm missing something. How do you propose we deal with this?" 

"The biggest problem is with mom. We have to advance my meeting her to today. Can you call her right now and see if she's home? We can be there in a couple of hours."

I responded, "It's going to take an hour for you two to get ready. We can't drive there in an hour." 

"True, but we're going to fly there. What's the phone number for general aviation at the airport?" 

Pam immediately called her mom and put her on speaker setting.

"Hello." 

"Hi mom. This is Pam and I have you on speaker. Are you going to be home today?" 

 "After church, I will be. What's wrong sweet?"

"Mom, we have someone we want you to meet and it must be done today." 

"Oh my. Why so urgent?" 

"Mom, we'll explain it to you when we get there."

"Pam, you are worrying me to death. Tell me what's going on."

Pam looked at me and then to Janie. We both nodded. 

"Tom and I have found your other daughter." 

We heard the phone drop and the faint sound of wailing at the other end. Of course, the girls on our end began crying and I also had tears in my eyes. It took a couple of minutes before anyone could speak. 

"Mom, she is with me and Tom now."

Janie spoke in her best New Jersey/California accent, "Hi mom, this is Janie." 

Through the tears, Ruth finally responded. "Hi Janie. I just don't know what to say."

I replied, "There will be plenty of time for that. We're trying to arrange a private plane to fly us over in a few hours. We need to do this today because of several time constraints. I'm really sorry that we had to break this to you over the phone. It just couldn't be helped."

"Do I need to pick you up at the airport?"

"No, we'll get a rental car." 

"OK, I'll be here." 

Janie immediately called the airport and booked a plane and pilot for takeoff at 11:00am. Turned out that Janie was also a certified pilot. 

"Pam, I know you and Tom have to work tomorrow. I'll pack a few clothes and things I need and see if I can stay a few days with mom. We have a lot of catching up to do. Do you have any sweaters or sweatshirts I can borrow? I only brought a lot of dressy stuff and this one pair of jeans."

Pam and Janie headed to the bedroom to chose clothing for the trip. I picked up the phone to call dad. 

"Hello son."

"Hi dad. There's an article in the paper this morning about me. It also shows Pam in a picture. I just wanted to tell you the true story so you know how slanted that article is." 

"I did see the article and knew you'd be calling. I think it's funny." 

"That's what Janie said." 

"Who's Janie?"

For the next ten minutes, I reviewed the entire story with dad and brought him up to date on our plans to visit Ruth.

I then asked, "What do you recommend we do to correct this article?" 

"Well, first of all, anyone who knows you and our family will know this smells funny. If there was a confrontation, they will know it was one that you should have had. As for the Playboy models, you're probably the envy of every guy in town."

"Seriously dad, is this going to hurt our business?"

"Of course not. It may give people a few more things to talk about for a while. We might even get more business from people coming to see any models that might be hanging around." 

"Dad, I hope you're right. I'll call Ron this afternoon and ask him to put a note out to our staff briefing them on the situation."

"That sounds good. Have him send me a copy so I know what to say if anyone asks."

"I will. Can you tell mom what happened?"

"Sure, I'll take care of it. She probably will be upset." 

We hung up and I walked to the bedroom to get a shower and shave. When I entered the room, Janie and Pam were at the entrance to her closet. Janie was only wearing her bra and bikini panties and was trying on slacks. 

I apologized but Janie said, "No need to apologize. I strip for photo shoots all the time and seven guys are usually in the room. They see a lot more than you just did." I watched as she continued trying on different outfits and accessories and ended up with several combinations that looked really good on her and were comfortable. 

I then walked to the bathroom, stripped and entered the shower. In a minute or so, Pam came in. She had stripped to join me. At least I think it was Pam. These two looked identical, especially when they aren't standing together. Only Pam's additional height and voice differentiated them. 

"Sweetheart, I think I have her situated. She's as nervous as can be about meeting mom. I just can't imagine the thoughts running through mom's head." 

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The check-in at the airport went smooth. We met our pilot and he reviewed the flight plan with Janie. He then briefed us on the safety features of the Cessna Citation Mustang, a beautiful little twin-engine jet we would be using. We learned later that Janie's company leased a Citation Sovereign which seats nine and has a 3000 nm range. She was qualified to pilot several of the Citation business jets but the Mustang was new to her. 

Janie went into the business office and provided her billing information and a credit card number as security for the payment. I have no idea how much it costs, but it was not cheap. The plan was to fly us there and then the plane would deadhead back to Chattanooga. It would return to collect Pam and me at 9:00pm. 

What a wonderful way to fly. This little jet was fast and quieter than I thought it would be. We landed only 35 minutes after takeoff. Although there was light rain in Chattanooga when we left, it was dry and only overcast in Greenville. Our rental car was waiting and we drove up the lane to the farmhouse at 12:15pm. Janie had not said a word the entire trip. 

Ruth walked out with Rudy and waited for us to get out of the car. The two girls got out at the same time. I looked at Ruth just as she collapsed. Fortunately, Rudy caught her and eased her down to the porch floor. The girls ran screaming to her and dropped to the floor next to her prone body. They checked her breathing and gently shook her. 

In just a moment, she recovered enough to sit up. Rudy went into the house and brought water and a wet washcloth. We asked her to sit still and sip the water until she felt well enough to stand. In a couple of minutes, we helped her up and Rudy and I walked her into the house. 

As soon as she was seated, both girls got down on the floor in front of her. Ruth just looked at them and cried her heart out. The girls got on their knees and hugged her as all three cried. Rudy and I were certainly not immune. 

There was not a word said for several minutes. The emotions said everything at that point. Rudy and I went into the dining room and sat at the table to give them privacy. 

"Ruth has been a nervous wreck since you called. As much as she wanted to meet Janie, she was afraid to meet her. She was really worried about what Janie would think about her."

"I can understand that. Janie has been very positive about meeting her but I know she was nervous also." 

"How did you find her?" 

"Pam and I knew for some time that there was an adult movie actress that looked just like Pam. As you can tell, they're almost identical. Guys at Furman used to hit on Pam thinking she was Nikki Lee, the stage name for Janie." 

"So Janie is a porn star?"

"Yep. One of the very best, in fact. She was in Atlanta yesterday making a personal appearance for Playboy. We went down to try to meet her. We had some problems that I'll tell you about later but we did get to talk with her. She confirmed that she was born in the same hospital on the same day as Ruth told us she was born."

"What luck." 

"No, this was a miracle. Thank God she looked like Pam or else we never would have suspected anything. I can't explain it but I think God decided to give Ruth another daughter just like the one she decided to give up. How else can you explain having two identical girls four years apart? What are the odds of that?"

We heard voices in the living room so we returned. Pam was telling Ruth how she found Janie. Then Janie started telling Ruth about her adoptive parents. 

"I was adopted by Joshua and Naomi Li. They were originally from Hong Kong but had come here as children with their parents. They met and were married in 1970 and lived in Paterson, New Jersey. That's west of New York City. My dad owned a restaurant and six dry cleaning shops. 

"They were unable to have children and fourteen years after they were married, they were able to adopt me. I knew from my earliest days that I looked nothing like them so it was always known that I was adopted. My mom told me when I was about five or six that my birth mother had died giving birth to me. I remember being very sad about that but sadness doesn't last too long when your that age. 

"I had a wonderful childhood. I was the only child, of course, but my parents were great. The always told me how beautiful I was and that I could do anything I wanted in life. Their encouragement made me want to study hard and be successful, just like dad. 

"I graduated at the top of my class in high school and had a perfect score on my SAT's. I was offered hundreds of scholarships by universities. One of my best friends wanted to be an actress and she applied to UCLA and was accepted. She talked me into going there with her and the university gave me a full scholarship. I really didn't know what career I wanted so I went into the drama program with her. 

"I went out there to find a place to live and get settled in early August, 2001. My parents decided to fly out on September 11 and visit me after spending a few days in San Francisco. They were on United Flight 93 out of Newark. Of course, you know what happened. 

"After their deaths, I withdrew from school for a semester and returned to New Jersey. The estate was not settled until after I had already turned 18 so I didn't need to have a guardian appointed. They did not leave a will so the judge decided how to settled the estate. I ended up with everything but didn't know anything about running a business like that. With the help of dad's lawyer, we sold the business and, after all the bills were paid, I had about $200,000. 

"While that seemed like a lot when I was that age, it was nothing like I really needed. I returned to UCLA and threw myself into drama. One thing led to another and I ended up in the porn business as an adult performer. I am not proud of that, but it was a way for me to survive. By the time I was twenty-one, I was pretty well off and by twenty-four, I owned a movie production company that was very profitable. Today, I've no idea how much my business is worth but I have three production companies that bring in a lot of money every year. So life has been good to me but it also brought the worse pain possible when I lost my parents." 

Pam asked if she had married.

"No. When you perform in adult movies, relationships last as long as an ice cream cone in July. I don't know of anyone who has made it work." 

I asked what her plans were for the future. 

"Tom, I don't really know." She leaned over and laid her hand on Ruth's. "For the next week or so, I want to hug my real mom every day and just talk. There are 45 years of her life that I want to hear about. After that, I'll let you know. But I will say, I am very tired of my business and would love to get out. I owe it to my employees to make it an orderly transition so it won't be anytime real soon. After I'm finally out, I have no idea what I'll do; but my acting days will be over. I have enough money to last me ten lifetimes and I don't need any more." 

Pam asked why she was still doing personal appearances. Janie said, "Contracts." 

I asked if I could go get lunch for everyone. We decided on sandwiches from a deli about four miles away. Ruth had one of the deli menus so we could each pick what we wanted. I then called in the order. Janie stayed and talked with Ruth and Rudy while Pam and I drove over and picked up the food. 

They were very good sandwiches and the bread was amazingly fresh for a Sunday afternoon. During lunch, we explained what had happened in Atlanta on Saturday and showed them the awful news accounts and photos. Ruth was as mad as Pam had been. 

After talking for a more than an hour, I suggested we take a walk and get some fresh air. Pam told Janie she would be glad to introduce her to a bull we had just met on the last trip. Janie looked at her mom, who shook her head, and then politely declined. 

I said, "Janie, Pam is just joking with you. That bull could have killed us and we are staying away from him. Come and walk with us. It is a beautiful farm." 

The three of us donned our jackets and headed down the lane toward the barn. Janie was very interested in everything we saw. She had never been exposed to anything like a working farm and it intrigued her. We walked into the barn and showed her the farm tractor and some of the implements. We climbed into the loft and looked at the many bales of hay. She really liked the fresh hay smell. 

I noticed that the bull was in a corral next to the barn and was safely contained. Janie walked over to the fence, along with Pam, and the bull came to them. He snorted a few times and moved closer. He appeared to be very docile today, for some reason. Janie really didn't know better so she leaned over the fence and scratched his forehead between his eyes. I wanted so much to yell but something told me to wait and see what happened. He stood there and accepted her attention for a least a minute. She was thrilled and I was relieved. 

Since it was safe now to go into the pasture, we walked down to where the cattle were grazing. Janie said they were the first cows she had ever seen except in pictures. She was fascinated and asked Pam many questions about their habits and taking care of them. 

Next, we walked down to the creek and the blue heron was there, once again. Janie was really excited to see such a beautiful bird. As before, it warily watched us and finally decided to go in the other direction. She remarked on how graceful it was. 

I could tell that Janie was a little overwhelmed with the beauty and tranquility of this place. She remarked several times on how quiet it was and how fresh the air smelled. 

When we returned to the house, Pam asked Ruth about the status of her decision to sell the farm. 

"I asked a real estate agent to list it starting in January for $2.5 million. The offers we had were from other farmers and they wanted to buy it much cheaper than that. I think a developer would pay much more than a farmer and the agent is going after them to see what attention we can get." 

"So we would see this whole farm full of houses?" I asked. 

"Yes, that's the highest and best use of it, according to my lawyer and I think he has my interests in mind. He's helped us for more than 20 years." 

Janie replied, "That's probably true but it sure is a shame. This land is beautiful." 

We talked the rest of the afternoon about many different things, including Ruth and Rudy's plans for the wedding. Ruth asked Janie to be part of the wedding party and there was another round of tears shed. It would be the first time for Janie to be a bridesmaid. Before dinner, I carried Janie's luggage to the bedroom that I had used and Pam showed her the bath and how to adjust the heat upstairs. 

We grilled steaks for dinner, with Rudy serving as the grill master. It was a delightful meal and the dinner conversation was robust and lighthearted. Janie pulled Pam aside before we left for the airport but I would have to wait until later to find out the reason. 

There were many heartfelt hugs all around as we departed. We waved back to Ruth, Janie and Rudy standing on the front porch as we drove down the lane. 

The plane arrived just as we were checking in the rental car. In just a few minutes the pilot welcomed us on board and reviewed the safety features once more. The co-pilot came and offered us drinks for the return flight but we declined. He said that they would close the door into the cockpit before takeoff so we would have privacy. I glanced at Pam and she asked, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

We both said, "Mile High Club," in unison. Pam looked thrilled and I sure was. Even though we only had thirty minutes, we would make the best of it. 

As soon as the door closed, I began pulling down my slacks and Pam began stripping off her sweater and bra. When the plane left the runway, she unfastened her seat belt and knelt on the floor between my legs. She stroked my cock using her saliva for lubrication and soon had it standing at attention. Her mouth was like a vacuum cleaner as she took it down her throat over and over again. Her eyes never left mine and the warm firm pressure from her tongue drove me near the edge only to have her then squeeze the base and settle my passion just enough to delay the release. This whole time, Pam was massaging my hairless balls with her delicate fingers and I was stroking her lustrous golden hair. 

She could tell from my face that I was getting close, too close in fact. She stood and shimmied down her trousers and panties and bent over with her butt facing me. I leaned into her and forced open her cheeks so I could kiss and tongue her beautiful ass. Over the hum of the engines, I could hear her moan and squeal with pleasure. 

I moved my ass out to the front of the seat and pulled her butt down to allow penetration of her warm wet pussy as she straddled my legs. For the next few minutes, her butt was a blur as it jackhammered my cock into her vagina. Her moans were getting much louder. She stopped a couple of times to rest and feel the fullness of my cock buried to my balls in her tunnel. 




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Pam lay back on my chest and I reached for her full breasts while my shaft remained buried in her body. This obviously allowed full contact to her G-spot. She reached down to her clit and vigorously rubbed it as the sensations reached a boiling point inside her. Her orgasm arrived and her lungs left her with only short shallow gasps. 

Pam squirmed and rubbed her clit even harder. Her free hand covered mine and forced it into her left breast. I could feel perspiration running off her face as she squirmed and moaned ever louder. 

Her moaning suddenly stopped and a guttural scream signaled her total surrender to the orgasm she coveted. The involuntary twitches continued but, when my explosive release began, she leaned forward, off of my chest and rammed her pussy down as hard as she could on my erection. She sat upright, straddling my legs. My semen shot straight up inside her vagina and another orgasm slammed her as the spurting continued. Her back was glistening with perspiration. 

The pilot came on the intercom and announced we would be landing in five minutes. We separated and I walked to the toilet and brought a handful of tissues for us. We laughed and cleaned ourselves as quickly as we could before putting our clothes on. We were now official members of the Mile High Club. 

As we left the plane, the pilot asked if the flight met out expectations and we assure him it most certainly did. We all smiled. I wondered later if there was a security camera in the cabin. 



The End of Chapter 12. The final chapter will be posted shortly. 



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Congratulations! You have reached the final chapter of my story. Difficult times foretold by Lydia finally arrive. DO NOT read this chapter unless you have read all the other chapters in order. It will only confuse you and you will not like yourself! 

Enjoy! 

Conclusion

Monday morning, we returned to some normalcy with a jog before breakfast and then cereal with fruit before heading off to work. I had several meetings scheduled with suppliers and our insurance company before going to the restaurants to continue meeting with employees. 

Pam began her second week at the bank and was dreading the comments about the photos and article in Sunday's paper. We decided over breakfast to just tell the truth if someone commented or asked. We would say that one of the models was Pam's sister who had been adopted at birth. They met for the first time on Saturday and got along great. There was conversation, not confrontation as reported by the local paper. And finally, Pam has never appeared in Playboy. 

Pam did receive the credit card linked to my account and I transferred $5000 to her checking account later that morning. 

When I arrived at the office, I checked with Cheryl and most people had responded positively to our party invitation. We had invited roughly 90 people and only two couples had sent their regrets so far. The Bistro would be catering it so that Pam and I could spend all our time with the guests. She was already worrying about what to wear. 

I checked with Ron and he had sent my response about the article to all the restaurant managers. They were covering all the employees in small meetings as they arrived for work. He said that on Sunday, only a couple of guests asked or made comments while dining. Their servers responded by asking, "Do you believe what you read in our local rag?" More importantly, there was no discernable drop in guests. 

When I arrived home that evening, Pam was in a very good mood. Jason did ask to meet with her when she arrived. She explained the entire story to him. To his credit, he then called in all the tellers and customer service personnel and explained to them what had happened. It ended up being a non-event as everyone knew how reporters exaggerate. They were all happy that Pam had found her sister. 

We were siting in the library talking when Pam's cell rang. It was Janie. I could tell from Pam's words and her expressions that things were going well. They talked for several minutes. 

As soon as the call ended, Pam reviewed it for me, "She is having a great time. She said that for the first time in her life, she felt like she really was home. She and mom had spent most of the day talking about their experiences and life in general. Janie even cooked lunch and dinner with mom. She said she loved to cook, which surprised me. 

"They are going shopping tomorrow and she will call again tomorrow evening. Of course, you heard me say we would drive over on Thursday." 

Tuesday and Wednesday just flew by. Pam and I were both very busy. There was still no apparent fallout from the article and very few people even commented on it. I did have to take a little ribbing on the Tuesday morning call with my team. It was all good-natured and we had a robust laugh over it. The sisters talked every night and the visit could not have been going better. Janie was obviously impressed with her mother. 

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We arrived at the farm around 3:00pm on Thursday. Ruth and Janie met us on the porch. After hugs and kisses all around, we sat in the living room and visited until dinnertime. Janie mentioned that she would be returning to LA Friday evening. Her jet was going to be in New York that day with several models doing a shoot. It would fly to Greenville and pick her up at 7:30pm. 

Pam and I were pleasantly surprised when Ruth announced that Janie had prepared dinner for us. She had done individual beef wellingtons with asparagus and risotto. I concluded after the meal that cooking ability was genetic. How else could all three daughters be so good at it?

I didn't know if it was my wishful thinking or not, but it appeared to me that Ruth and Janie had bonded completely, almost like they had never been separated. They deferred to each other. They helped complete each other's sentences. Janie was starting to use Southern slang words and some of that New Jersey/California accent was even changing. Maybe her years of drama classes were showing results in her ability to speak with different accents. 

That evening, Janie joined us in our bedroom and we sat on the bed and talked for a long time. 

Pam asked her about the transition from student to model and how that happened. 

Janie told us the whole story. "During my first year at school, my girlfriend and I were at a bar one night. I know, we were underage but we had great fake ID's. A very nice looking young man was hitting on me and I was interested. I've always loved sex and previous lovers always told me how beautiful and sexy I was. That gave me a lot of self-confidence and some guys really like that. 

"He invited me back to his apartment and I went. We had a great hookup and I really liked him. After another date, he asked me about being an escort. Turned out he was recruiting for an executive escort service and wasn't so interested in me as he was my body as a business opportunity. The kind of money he promised me just blew my mind. I had no idea people were willing to pay that much for sex. 

"Several days later, I called him and said I would do one date just to see what it was like. The next day, he called me and told me where to meet the gentleman. He then asked me to pick a professional name as he didn't want to provide my real name to anyone. I thought for a few seconds and picked 'Nikki' and I changed 'Li' to 'Lee.' I just always liked that name. 

"Well, I had a great time. The gentleman was so nice and gentle with me. We fucked for two hours and he told me I was the best he ever had. I must have cum three or four times. As I left, he surprised me with a $2000 tip and the service paid me $7000 for my work. So in one night, I made more money than I had made cumulatively in my entire life. 

"That was the beginning of my career. For the next three years, I went to school by day and fucked very rich men at night. Many of them were Hollywood stars or studio executives. I never had a problem with abuse or any of the shit prostitutes normally encounter. I guess when you're paying $10,000 and up per date, you don't abuse the merchandise. 

"I was really in demand and I saved everything except what I needed to spend on sexy clothes. By the time I was 20, I had more than two million in the bank."

I asked, "How did you come to own a production company?" 

"When I was 23, I had about six million in the bank and started to look for opportunities to invest it. By then, I was doing photo shoots and fuck scenes on camera. That was lucrative also and I enjoyed using my acting skills. The executive escorting was winding down as the service only hired girls between 18 and 22 so I was getting too old for them. 

"I learned about the business by being on the sets and listening to the director as he gave instructions to me, the cameramen, sound and lighting guys. Some of the dicks I had to work with were just awful. They looked like the idiots they really were. The camera work sucked on many of the shoots and some of the hands were so amateur all they could do was stand there with their cocks hard and their tongues hanging out. It was really a two-bit industry making millions. 

"I met a young director on one of the shoots who really knew what artistic porn should be. He insisted on professional cameramen and lighting guys and used only the best HD equipment. And he hired really sexy male actors. I loved working for him. He was freelancing and I made him an offer to invest in his business; and he took me up on it. He and I had a great relationship and he was really good in bed. I eventually bought him out and we expanded like crazy in 2008 and 2009. We put a unit in Eastern Europe and doubled our net. The girls over there are really beautiful, love sex and work cheap. 

"My companies specialize in high definition glamorous sex. We use only the most attractive actors, both men and women, and we try to put the consumer so close to the action he or she could almost smell it. We want our consumers to hear the actual sounds of a cock pounding her and their actual moans and groans. Many of our models will have an orgasm on camera. But only an expert can tell a real one versus acting with most of the ladies we shoot. 

We don't do enhanced models unless the girl is really gorgeous and can put on a great show. We really prefer her boobs to be reverberating like crazy when the guy is pounding her cunt. Guys like that. We also insist on realistic sex. All that crap of yelling 'fuck me, fuck my sweet little pussy with your great big cock' while a guy is trying to concentrate will not be seen in our work. We also put a lot of effort into beautiful settings and backdrops. 

"My companies shoot for at least thirty different websites but they each add their names to our work. As long as we get paid, we don't care which website is the buyer. We do enforce our copyrights so nobody messes with us. 

"I started the third company in late 2009 to focus on older models that still sold. We have one model whose pussy has more mileage than the LA Freeway but she still sells. Some women just have it and it's hard to describe. Pam and I have it. Men love the way we look on camera and our bodies are perfect for porn. We could both sell well into our 30's maybe longer."

I looked at Pam and said, "Don't get any ideas." She just smiled. 

Later than night, we did practice artistic porn just in case both of us needed a job some day. 

Friday was another beautiful day and we walked over the farm again. Janie mentioned that she had met Bobby and Fred on Thursday morning. She thought Fred was really cute. 

The day went quickly and when it was time to take Janie to the airport, Ruth and Pam came also. There were lots of hugs, kisses and tears shed before she boarded her Citation Sovereign for the trip home. That was a beautiful plane. Pam got a text message in the middle of the night saying she was home and would be talking to us soon. 

We headed home on Saturday morning. Ruth told us that Jerri was planning to come for Christmas and that she would tell her about Janie at that time. We committed to be there also. 

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The next week was work, work and more work. Even our sex life cooled off a bit. Pam volunteered at the shelters two days in the mornings and worked at the bank three full days. The rest of the time was planning the Christmas party and getting the house decorated. The final count of guests was 78 but we still hadn't heard from one couple. 

The party was on Saturday, December 17th and everyone arrived starting at 7:00. It was wild. The Christmas outfits some of the ladies and guys wore were works of art-bad art. Pam wore a stunning dark red pants suit with lots of gold jewelry and a scarf that made her even more beautiful than normal. Every man at the party wanted to talk to her and she was the perfect hostess. We glanced at each other several times during the evening and she gave me her now famous mischievous grin. I could tell she would be great in bed that night.

About 11:00 the party was still loud and exciting as some people danced and others gazed out the window onto the lights of the city. Still others were in the kitchen snacking on the remaining desserts and drinking everything in sight. I looked around but didn't see Pam. Maybe she had gone to freshen up. 

I walked to our bedroom and heard voices. I cracked open the door to see which of our guests were there. My heart broke. 

Pam was there with Brady and they were kissing. Her belt and pants were open and he had his hand down her panties and was massaging her clit. She was moaning with pleasure. It felt like the whole world just fell in on me. 

I was stunned and debated what to do. Should I just close the door? Pam and I were not married, thank heavens, and she was not breaking any vows. Yet, she had given me her word. She betrayed me and I was devastated. I felt an uncontrollable anger and hurt. The anger suddenly took control. I quickly opened the door to confront them. 

Brady and Pam jumped and he quickly pulled his hand out. Total shock and fear showed on both their faces. 

"How could you, Pam?" 

"Tom, uh, uh. I'm sorry." She began wailing and, in her anguish, dropped to the floor. 

Brady was muttering something about being sorry but I couldn't focus on him. The love I had for Pam just seemed to die instantly. I was numb but the pain was still overwhelming. I had a terrible lump in my throat and fought to hold back the flood of tears. 

"Brady, gather your stuff and leave immediately. You are to break up with Wendy and get out of her life or else I will tell her what happened here. You do not deserve her love. You understand me?" 

"Uh, yes."

"And if word of this ever gets out and I hear of it, you are a dead man. I have a lot of friends in this town and I will make sure you never draw another breath. You understand me?"

"Yes. I'm sorry Tom." 

"I am too. Now leave my house." 

He walked out of the room and I stood looking down at Pam as she bawled uncontrollably on the floor. A small part of me wanted to console her but I turned and walked out. I suddenly could not stand the sight of her. 

I went back to the party but immediately everyone knew that something was wrong. I apologized and said that Pam was not feeling well and that we needed to call it a night. Everyone understood and began gathering their coats. Each stopped to thank me for such a wonderful party and to wish me a merry Christmas. Brady and Wendy had already left. 

While the team from Bistro cleaned up the rooms and washed all the dishes, I went back to the bedroom. Pam was still lying on the floor and crying her heart out.

I sat on the floor beside her but didn't say anything. What could I say? After a few minutes, I walked out and thanked the guys for their hard work and gave each of them a nice tip. They finished up in about fifteen minutes and I glanced at my watch. It was midnight. Now I knew how Prince Charming must have felt when Cinderella just disappeared. 

I went to another bedroom and collapsed. For the second time in my life, the one I loved with all my heart was gone. Just gone. At least I had some time with Lydia to prepare for that. I took two sleeping pills and wept till I fell asleep. 

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The next morning, I walked to the master bedroom. Pam was not there and her suitcases were missing, along with her clothes. On the nightstand next to my side of the bed was a note. 

"Tom, please forgive me. I lost control for just a minute and it happened. Rather than prolong your agony, I have decided to leave. A taxi is picking me up and by the time you read this, I will be out of your life. I am very, very sorry this happened. I do love you with all my heart, Pam. 

I sat and cried. 

All day long, I was a zombie-more dead than alive. How could I deal with this again? I actually yelled at and cursed God for letting this happen. I stared out the window but the valley was full of rain clouds. The phone rang but I didn't answer it. I didn't want to talk to anyone. 

About an hour later, I noticed the message light on the phone and I listened to the recording. 

"Tom, this is Janie. Pam is with me here in Los Angeles. She told me what happened and she's totally devastated. I'm really worried about her. Give me a call on my cell phone and let's talk. Please." 

I debated whether or not to call. I was just too hurt and mad to consider it. There was a large part of me that was thrilled Pam was devastated. But the very small part of me that still loved her convinced me to at least consider calling. 

I prayed to God, who I had cursed earlier, to give me wisdom and help me understand what I should do. Several minutes later, I picked up the phone and called. 

"Tom, I am so glad you called. Pam is upstairs in a bedroom and she hasn't stopped crying since she's been here. She called me this morning from the airport and I rushed to pick her up. She was a mess and you know how she is about her appearance. We drove home and she explained what happened. She asked if she could stay here a few days. 

"Tom, she loves you and is totally devastated. She really needs your forgiveness. Can you possibly fly out and just talk to her?"

I didn't respond for several moments as I debated what to do. But I was sure Janie could hear me sobbing. But then suddenly, I knew what I needed to do. 

"Yes, I can. Let me see if I can get a flight tomorrow and I'll let you know. I'll take a taxi to your house."

"Thank you, Tom. I'm not going to tell her you're coming or else she might take off. She knows she has just killed you and she is so ashamed." 

We hung up and I called Delta. They did have a first class seat available so I booked it to LAX. It would arrive at 10:08 in the morning their time. I called Janie and told her I was coming and when my plane would land. She gave me her address in Santa Monica and thanked me again. 

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The taxi dropped me at her house about 11:30 and Janie met me at the door. 

"Tom, thank God you came."

I hugged and kissed her.

"She cried all night and I'm really worried about her. When I walked in to check on her during the night, she had found a bottle of my prescription sleeping pills. I took them away from her and locked up all the other pills I have around here. Thank God, she hadn't taken any yet." 

She walked me to Pam's bedroom. Pam was in bed and had her back turned to the door. She was quiet and seemed to be sleeping. I quietly walked in and went around to the side she faced and dropped to my knees. 

She soon opened her eyes and a look of fear, anguish and total exhaustion stared at me. We didn't say a word for a few moments as her tears flowed again. I reached out and moved her matted hair off of her face. I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. I couldn't help it. I still loved her. 

She struggled to speak, "Tom, I'm so, so sorry. I don't know why it happened but it just did." She was hoarse from crying so much.

"Pam, we both knew such a thing was possible. We both knew about your addiction to sex and how it has controlled a part of your life for so long." 

"I know. I don't understand myself. But I really do love you, Tom. Can you please forgive me?" I didn't answer. "Please Tom." Her crying became louder. 

"I am very hurt. You betrayed me, our relationship and everything we've meant to each other. You betrayed yourself, Pam. But I believe in forgiveness, no matter what happened. I do forgive you but I want you to promised me you'll get help. I think you really need professional help for your addiction." She nodded her head. 

"Now, let's get you up and in the shower. I want to see the Pam I really know come out of this bedroom." She finally smiled a little through the tears. 

I walked to the door and Janie was standing in the hallway. "Did you hear what I told her?"

"Yes. Had I been you, I would not have been so easy on her. You're a lot more forgiving person than I am." 

"Let's give her some time. I want to spend a few hours with her and just talk." 

"Good. I've got errands to run and will give you some privacy. Call me when the coast is clear." 

While I was waiting for Pam, I called Ron and told him I had to make an emergency trip to help a friend in LA. He had been wondering where I was and asked if there was anything he could do to help. I told him no and that I might be a few days. 




A Miracle at the Cabin Ch. 13



After that, I called dad and told him the same thing. He didn't know I had any friends in LA so I lied and said it was a friend of Pam's. Since Pam was not scheduled to work at the bank until Thursday, we had some time to decide what she wanted to do about the job. 

In about an hour, Pam emerged. She was dressed and looked OK for not having slept for two days. Her makeup was good, not perfect, and her eyes were very bloodshot. I stood up and held out my arms to her. She ran and hugged me but began crying again. 

"Pam, please don't cry anymore. It doesn't look good on you." She laughed but the tears continued. 

We sat on the sofa and held hands. Tears welled in my eyes but I was determined to be strong. 

"Tom, you're always advising people to just be honest and tell the truth. Can I do that?" 

"Yes. I want that." 

"At the party, Brady noticed me right away and became very friendly. I didn't want to embarrass him in front of Wendy so I put up with it. As the night went on, he got more and more friendly and I knew what he was trying to do. I think he was drinking too much. When I went to our bedroom to freshen up, he followed me. When I saw him there, I didn't know what to do. I tried to leave but he blocked my way and grabbed me. He kissed me and my addiction switch flipped on for some crazy reason. I just lost my head. He undid my belt and pants. When he reached to fondle me, you walked in. I was not going to have sex with him, but I don't expect you to believe that." 

"All I know, Pam, is what I saw. You were definitely kissing him with the passion you usually have for me. You were aroused and I believe he would have had his cock in you in just a few more minutes. And I believe you would have enjoyed it." 

She began whimpering again and dropped her head. 

"Pam, although I'm really hurt and angry with you, I do still love you. I don't want to end our relationship. Do you?"

"No, I don't; but I've hurt you so much, I think there will always be a wound in your heart that will just never heal."

"You once said to me that with God, anything is possible. I really believe that. But we have work to do. I want you to go back with me tomorrow. And I want you to agree to go with me for counseling with our minister. And I want you to get professional psychiatric help. However, I think the first thing you and I need to do, right now, is to ask for God's forgiveness.

"Why you?" 

"I called Him some pretty bad things yesterday."

"Oh." 

For the next thirty minutes, we were on our knees with our hands on the sofa praying for help, mercy, wisdom and forgiveness. We had to pause and cry several times but it was the most important thirty minutes of our lives. Her words were sincere and I knew for a fact Pam believed what she was saying to God. Our lives were changed during that short time and we knew then that we would need God's help forever. I truly loved her and she truly loved me but that was not enough. 

Epilogue: 

We flew home the next day after begging Janie to come for a visit. She promised she would very soon. In fact, she came later that week and spent Christmas with us. It was a glorious celebration and we all went to Ruth and Rudy's for Christmas day. Jerri and David were there and overjoyed with the news of Janie coming into our lives. 

It was on Christmas morning that Janie told her mom she had signed the papers to purchase the farm. Ruth's realtor would inform her the next day. Janie said she loved it and wanted to keep it in the family. We were all thrilled when Janie also added that she planned to move here and sell the house in Santa Monica. She said she wanted to come to a place where love was real. 

When Janie did move six months later, it wasn't long till she and Fred got together and they have now been dating for several months. Janie seems very happy and I know Fred is. Pam and Jerri have noticed a real change in her and are thrilled after each of their phone calls. Janie has truly become one of them. She is now in negotiations to sell her production companies. 

Brady did break up with Wendy. We knew it was for the best but she was devastated. Pam called her but was too embarrassed to go visit her. As far as we know, Brady didn't tell anyone what happened and we certainly didn't. Wendy is now dating another very nice gentleman who I really like. 

We had many counseling sessions with our minister and Pam got help from a woman psychiatrist I had heard was very good. She became a much more mature, responsible and serious young lady and she focused her full attention on me. Our sexual relationship gradually returned to be as hot as ever. 

Bill's team won the new menu item contest judged by my dad and Pam. The winning entry was an elk loin topped by a pinot noir reduction sauce with risotto and dried cherry compote. It has been very popular with our guests. 

In late February 2012, following Ruth and Rudy's wedding, I took Pam to Blackberry Farm, a first-class resort near the Smoky Mountains. There, in a meadow looking at the stately mountains, I dropped to my knee and asked her to marry me. She dropped to the ground on her knees in front of me and cried for several moments while I held her. She finally said she would. I slipped an engagement ring on her shaking finger. She stared at it and just slowly shook her head as the tears flowed. 

We were married in late September and it seemed like half of Chattanooga was there. Many friends from the lake even came. It took all three restaurants to handle the catering. Pam's gown was the talk of the town. It was designed for her by Christian Dior and cost a king's ransom. She was truly elegant and we said our vows with firm voices and with tears in our eyes. 

As a wedding gift, Janie donated one million dollars to each of the two shelters where Pam volunteered. She insisted it be an anonymous donation. That money will provide many needed services for a lot of women and children. 

The reception was spectacular. Pam requested an orchestra and I booked one from Atlanta to come. Their string section played during the wedding ceremony at the church and the full orchestra played for the reception. 

Janie caught the bouquet. (I think it was rigged.) Fred looked happy as they hugged. 

When it came time for me to remove Pam's garter, she stopped me just as my hand reached her thigh. Much to my surprise, she stood. There was a hush through the crowd. She pulled me up from my knee and held my hands in hers. The orchestra began playing and I saw, for the first time a microphone on her dress. It had been painted white. 

She sang Roberta Flack's "The First Time I Ever Saw Your Face." To me! Her eyes never left mine. There was not a dry eye in the place as she hit all the notes perfectly and sang with the passion Roberta always had. 

My brother Bob, the music producer in Nashville, wanted Pam to come to their studio and do a demo tape. He loved her voice! 

The local paper did a full page of photos showing the two of us, Jerri and Janie, our parents and many of our guests, including the mayor and the governor who had been a life-long friend of my dad. At least, they got this story right. 

We honeymooned in Australia, taking a month to explore the country and only covering half of what we really needed to see. The wine tastings in Barossa Valley and McLaren Vail were just amazing. Pam and I were now firmly hooked on their wines. 

We returned in late October and decided to go to the cabin for a weekend. One day we took the boat out and, just by luck, found a large tree that hung out over the lake. Pam saw it first and screamed, "THAT'S THE TREE!" 

"What tree?"

"The tree in my dream, Tom. Don't you remember?"

"Oh, the one you stared at while I made love to you?" 

"YES! Please Tom, can we do it here?" We looked around and didn't see anyone so we stripped and had fantastic sex for the next twenty minutes. She orgasmed over and over again and I had a big one. She lived out her dream and we loved every second of it. 

She missed her next period but didn't tell me. Then it happened again. I sensed that something had changed with her but she never told me why she suddenly didn't want wine or bourbon. I was so dumb, I didn't once think she might be pregnant. I didn't even know she had stopped taking the pill. 

Finally, she went to the doctor and we learned she was definitely pregnant. The date of conception seemed to match up to that day beneath the tree. The night she told me was the best night of my life. I didn't sleep a wink.

During her next doctor's exam, we learned she was carrying twins. There are now three months to go before they're born. The doctor says they look great and all tests results are really good. He believes the twins are a boy and a girl. Pam is being a great mom already and is following the doctor's orders. The pregnancy has been very easy on her so far. 

My parents and Lydia's parents are both excited about the twins and are already buying outfits for them. Ruth is beside herself. Already, she has come here twice to check on Pam and help out. She's planning to spend a month here after the babies arrive and we are thrilled. These are her first grandbabies and the whole town of Greenville knows about it. Pam's plan of returning to school is just going to wait for a while. 

I converted another bedroom to a nursery with an intercom system so we can hear them if they cry at night. I don't have much expectation of sleeping after they arrive so I thought I better tell you my story now while my mind is still somewhat clear.

I hope you enjoyed it and maybe even learned something from it.

The End. 

PS. Thanks for sticking with my story and reading to the very end. Except this may not be the end. I need your opinion. 

I'm thinking about writing an additional couple of chapters about Janie and Fred and their evolving relationship. It would be under a different story title but tie into this one. It would be from the POV of Janie. 

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The Real End.