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Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 01

By: calibeachgirl



By Sophia the calibeachgirl

All rights reserved, copyright 2010

Chapter 1: Information Is Power

I looked at myself in the mirror and my light cinnamon face stared back. If I had known how crazy the day was going to turn out, I probably would have just stayed in bed and pulled the covers up over my head.

Kevin Sales, the lawyer I worked for, had told me to dress up this morning because we were taking a very important client to lunch. We did this occasionally, especially if the clients were from out of town.

Usually I only wore some light colored lipstick but today I added a little makeup just in case. 

Due to some personal issues with the other women at the office, I tried to keep to myself as much as possible and dressed either conservatively in pants suits or with a skirt. Sometimes I thought I looked like a nun... a modern nun, that is.

I looked in the mirror again and paused. 

I was convinced I wasn't beautiful; I didn't even think I was pretty. Some people called my features unique, which I think was a backhanded compliment because they could think of nothing better to say.

I moved in again trying to find just the right shade of eyeliner to go with my amber-colored eyes. My skin looked like I had a perpetual tan. I thought that was my one redeeming quality in the way I looked.

I teased out my golden afro another few inches adding to my apparent height. Standing five foot six in my stocking'd feet, with my four-inch heels and my hair I looked well over six foot. Some men found that intimidating but I had to work with what nature gave me and wasn't interested in someone who was put off by something like that.

I went back into my small bedroom, looked through my business suits and finally settled on a light yellow blouse and a tan skirt. I liked this skirt particularly well because I had the hemline brought up until it was four inches above my knees and brought in a little to tighten around my ass. This was a skirt saved for special occasions, which of course, never came and I had never been worn it to work. It would be a great surprise to both Kevin and whoever our client was.

I put on my new Victoria's Secret push-up bra. It guaranteed a two-cup size increase and I felt my 36B breasts could use a little help. Once again, it was something I had bought for somewhere I was never going to go.

I was now straining against the blouse, my breasts threatening to push their way out through the fabric. I wondered if it was just a little too much but knew I could always change if Kevin said to. 

I put a regular bra into my large purse just in case.

I stood back and looked at myself in the bedroom mirror. Not too bad, I thought, 36 -- 24- 34... but I looked a little bit bustier than that with the new bra and it took a lot of work to stay at those measurements. 

No junk foods for me... sometimes I felt like I could kill for some M&Ms or Oreos... hell, I'd settle for a Snickers bar.

I looked at my different stockings... for a split second, I thought about wearing the fishnets I had bought for another party I never attended but instead went with the chocolate-colored nylons to go with the skirt's color and my complexion.

I wanted to look good in an appealing way and not slutty... well, not too slutty.

Finishing dressing... the skirt took a little while getting it on... I must have gained some weight but couldn't remember how. It might have been too much sitting behind the desk at the office the last couple of weeks. 

Well, I thought, it would just make my ass look all that much better... I hoped. 

I looked at the mirror... it was all right but I knew I'd have to exercise a bit and not sit down so damn much at work. 

Yeah, like that's possible for a legal secretary.

Looking at the final product, I thought I looked more like a high-priced call girl than a cheap pickup. A girl could dream, I suppose. The high-priced part of it... the prostitution part, not so much.

I wondered who the client might be. Since I was Kevin's secretary, I scheduled his calendar and yet two days ago he had me clear today just saying to keep the day open.

Satisfied I looked good enough to eat; at least in my own mind, I put my high heels into my large purse and grabbed a pair of athletic shoes to wear on the BART.

Ten minutes later, I walked down to the BART station and waited for the 8:15 train. Each day it was the same routine, dodging the panhandlers and the tourists with their heads in the air trying to catch a glimpse of the Bridge. 

The BART ride wasn't too bad, only twenty-three minutes and they kept the cars clean... just the same, I stood the entire time knowing a little discomfort was less important than ruining an expensive skirt or dress.

As I walked into the office, I was met with the usual stares that followed me around during the day. You'd think I was a child molester or something they way they watched me move around.

Settling in behind my desk, I turned my computer on and waited for it to boot up. As fast as it was, I was always impatient for it to start, comes from living in a modern society... hurry, hurry, and hurry some more.

"Kay, would you come here for a moment, please?"

Every morning it was the same. I walked into his office and Kevin looked me over, walking around and paying an inordinate time watching my ass. It was nice to be appreciated for something.

"You look very good this morning, Kay. Thanks for getting dressed up. Our client this morning is a very important man. You and I could survive with just his retainer alone. He'll be here about eleven or so."

Well, that answered my question about my clothing! Kevin had his mind down in the gutter once in a while but never, ever touched me. 

I had thought he was gay for not hitting on me but when I saw the picture of his wife and kids, I understood completely and just stayed on friendly terms with him. I'm not going to destroy someone else's marriage, even if I could.

Sometimes, I thought he acted the way he did to boost my confidence in my appearance. His inspection and one comment were always as far as he was prepared to go. In a way, it was nice and I had no problem with him. 

He was the only man in my life... my boring life.

With his description of the man, I knew who it was... Jim Crowell, a reasonably rich man who was in bioengineering and had started his own company about ten years back. 

We had gotten involved with him by chance when he had been engaged to be married and wanted to change his will to protect his fiancé.

Sadly, the woman was killed a week before the wedding by a drunk driver. Kevin told me it almost destroyed the man and he had slipped into a year-long depression. 

His presence here today meant that something was up; whether good or bad, I didn't know but I figured it would be interesting.

I'm not usually a clock-watcher but this morning I kept glancing at the corner of my desktop watching the slow passage of time waiting for him. Kevin hadn't given me anything much to do the last few days so I listened to an oldies station on the internet.

A few minutes before eleven he walked into the office and smiled at me. I felt there was a little bit more than just a friendly 'hello' and I smiled back, actually enjoying a man's attention for a change.

"Good morning, Mr. Crowell. Mr. Sales is in his office." 

I got up from my desk and opened the door to the inner office giving him a good look at what I thought was supposed to be my fine ass in a fashionable manner, not too trashy, I hoped. 

Anything for the client, Mr. Sales would say.

I seemed to catch his eye for I caught him watching me walk back to close the door and go to my desk.

It was one of those things... you know, when you just know you're in the presence of what they call an 'alpha' male. Self-assured and just oozing with charisma. He looked to be about five ten and about 170... at least, well... what did I know?

Myself, I came in at 132... and it took a lot of depriving to do it. On nice afternoons, I ran up and down the block trying to avoid the drunks and addicts near the alley. With these San Francisco streets, it really was up and down the block and I kept in decent shape. I still needed to work on upper-body strength, which meant my arms weren't as strong as they could be... but I didn't want to look like one of the freakish women bodybuilders. The way they looked just scared me.

Usually I would stay to record the meeting but Kevin told me that wouldn't be necessary and I could leave.

Information is power... that's been the truth ever since information was important, probably when the first primates knew where all the good food was and which females were most receptive to attention.

Letting them get settled, I put on my transcription headphones and pushed a button on my desk phone. 

One night after Kevin had left me to get some Chinese take-out, I fooled around with it a while and discovered I could listen in without him knowing it.

Information is power.

"... and the family?"

"They're fine, thanks. How are you doing, Jim? You look a lot better than the last time I saw you."

"Thanks... I realized that the company needed more active leadership from me and decided to get my act together before I lose another twenty million."

I wasn't learning too much new but knew enough to wait. They spent some time talking about several new acquisitions and the financial implications each one had. 

Finally, something Crowell said caught my ear.

"Your secretary... what's her name?"

"Kaylyn Trent, but I call her Kay. Why?"

"Oh, I don't know... there's something about her that intrigues me. I don't know if it's her hair, her figure or just the way she looked at me when I came in. I've met some other women but they haven't caught my interest like she does right now. The others all seemed to be airheads chasing my money. She's got to have some brains working for you." 

Well, yeah... we women do seem to smell the blood in the water. I could see them circling around the victim.

Well, I thought, it seemed that high-priced call girl was the dress for the day... not that I was after his money or anything. But, a girl can dream, can't she? Cinderella does get to dance once in a while, right?

Their conversation drifted back to considering another purchase down in the Los Angeles area or Ventura... it wasn't quite clear and to be honest, I lost interest.

About an hour later, another snippet made me perk up.

"Jim, if I may, there's something I hope you would possibly consider... I know you've noticed Kay. She's been with me for a while, now."

Jesus, make me sound like an old woman, why don't you. As miffed as I was, I was also surprised they were talking about me. No wonder Kevin wanted me dress up this morning. 

It was then that I felt Kevin was trying to 'sell' me to Crowell. I knew that he would never put me in danger so Crowell had to be a good man... I said in my mind, 'Go for it!' Maybe THIS shark would get into the water. Ha, ha, ha...

"She's incredibly smart, top of her class at Berkeley a few years ago and just finished a Master's in Environmental Law. That would go well with your bioengineering side."

Damn, he made me sound like the Second Coming! Nice to know you're appreciated for more than the way you look and although that's nice, too, this was the first time anyone had ever complimented me for how I looked. Ugly duckling and all...

"I like her too much to keep her with me, she deserves better than being the secretary to a partner in a San Francisco law firm. I would like you to offer a position with you."

What?!!! What was he talking about? 

"Jim, she's wasted her. I know for a fact that the senior partners only hired her because she's half-black and of course, a woman. They needed to look good to the State Bar for some reason or another.

I took her under my wing because they were trying to get her to sleep with them. She might be a lot of things I don't know about but I know she's no office whore."

Wow! Thanks, Kevin! What a fucking glowing recommendation that was. At least he said I was smart... and, well... he does look out for me never asking anything in return. 

"So, what is this, a blind date?"

"Don't tell me you weren't checking her out as she went back to her desk."

"Well... you got me there. Wait a second." 

I could hear some noise and all of a sudden the door opened and he was there staring at me. I pretended to not notice but eventually my curiosity got the better of me and I turned my head trying to look surprised.

"Yes, sir?" I asked innocently. I was going to bat my eyelashes but thought that was just too over the top... I'm supposed to a Berkeley grad Cumma sum laude... no, it didn't mean I cum loudly, it means with highest praise. It was funny just the same... at least, to me.

Crowell just gave me a slight smile and closed the door.

I knew I just had to listen, now.

"I can understand why your partners would want to, uhh..."

"Fuck her?"

"Yeah, I guess you could say that. Her large golden curls really stand out from the old strait-laced women you have here. Shows personality. Damn, you're right, Kevin. She's god damn hot. 

...and those wire-rim glasses... Jesus, she's stepped out of 1968 or something... and her slim figure with just the right amount of feminine curves. She's like a wet dream come to life."

It was strange listening to someone describe me like that. I honestly didn't know what to think at this point. I was mad and happy all at once.

"You said she's half-black. That explains that fantastic skin. I thought it was just a great tan. Makes you want to reach out and lick it like some kind of expensive caramel candy."

Well, fuck me! Listening to him talk about me was getting me bothered. On the one hand, I felt like a car or something they were discussing about buying and on the other hand, it was getting me so god damned hot. My fucking skirt was too tight to pull up and too tight for me to rub. High fashion had let me down! It was driving me crazy!

I heard Kevin. 

"Look, I told her to dress like that this morning. I wanted you to see her at her physical best. She is always the forefront of decorum but I wanted you to see how she looked without the school librarian clothes she usually wears. 

She's been dressing down for quite a while because of the partners always bothering her."

He got that right...

"I told her we were going to take an important client to lunch. I'm going to find a way to bow out and you take her. Sound her out. 

If she's someone you can use, take her with you. Don't even bother bringing her back. Just give me a call so I know everything's all right and I don't have to worry about her."

A gentleman! Actually, what Kevin was doing was nice even if he decided to trick me about it.

At least he wasn't pimping me out... or was he? Crowell wanted to lick my caramel skin, did he? I had to admit that the idea didn't sound like something I might turn down. Every year that went by was another year that I had lost forever.

Problem is, most of my sex life has been between my ears. I rarely dated since I was studying all the time at Berkeley and the few times I did I had to fight them off at the end. I dress nicely and they call me a 'cockteaser'. Well, screw them, I wasn't going to... or anyone else... Like I said, it was all in my mind.

"Does Alioto's still serve that halibut?"

"Yes, I took my wife there last Friday. Want me to make a reservation?"

"Well, let's first see whether she's up for it or not. I don't want to embarrass her. Call me a cab; I'm going to go downstairs and call her up. If she tells you she's leaving then make the reservation. 

Thanks for everything."

There was more shuffling noises, probably the chairs moving and then the door opened and he left, stopping just long enough to smile and say 'goodbye'.

Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 02



 Chapter 2: Meet the New Boss-

All rights reserved, copyright 2010 

About ten or so minutes later phone started ringing. You know how you're waiting for the phone to ring and then when it does it makes you jump? That's what happened to me. I felt so stupid.

"Sedgley, Hills, Smith and Sales. Kaylyn Trent speaking. How may I help you?"

"Wonderful, just the person I looking for. This is Jim Crowell."

"Yes, sir. How may I help you sir? Did you forget something?"

This guy didn't waste time, I'll give him that.

"Miss Trent, I know this is going to sound pretentious but would you like to have lunch with me?"

I thought I'd see how far he would go and didn't want to look too easy, at least on the first date... I mean, even with all the teasing and flirting I've done, I'm still a... ahh, you know.

"Well," I said trying to sound innocent, "I'm not sure... I mean, you're a client with us and I really don't know you, sir."

"Please, ask Kevin if it's all right. I'll wait."

I put the phone down and knocked on Kevin's door.

"Yes?"

I opened the door and walked in.

"Mr. Sales? Mr. Crowell is on the phone; he wants to take me to lunch."

"How do you feel about that? Would you be comfortable going with him?"

I'll say this for him; he was considerate of my feelings.

"Well, he's always been polite when he's been here. You seem to like him."

"He's one of the greatest guys I know. Really... Kay, go with him, have a good time. It'll be fun, just you see. You won't be sorry, trust me."

How am I going to turn that down... besides, I knew for a fact that Crowell was seriously rich. Just because I'm typing something doesn't mean I'm not also reading it.

"All right, if you're sure."

I got up and walked back to my desk.

"Hello? Mr. Crowell? I can be ready in ten minutes or so if that's all right?"

"Great, I'll come up and get you."

"No, that's OK; I'll come down, that way you don't have to make another trip."

As I walked into the ladies' room, I hoped that what I was doing was the right thing. For all I knew he might have been a secret axe murderer like on television just waiting for a stupid girl like me to come along. If I disappeared not even Kevin would wonder where I went.

I hoped I wasn't going to be floating out in the bay later tonight, food for those sharks I had swimming around in my mind.

I checked myself in the mirror, taking the time to fluff out my hair even more, adjust my 'granny' glasses and put on my high heels. 

I shoved my office flats into my large purse. 

My heart was racing. I realized I was going to a lot of trouble for what was probably going to be a one-time date if he didn't think I was good enough to bring with him back to Los Angeles. I'm smart enough to do whatever he would want but some men, especially men like him, wanted to have some hot girl on their arm... or in their bed, for that matter.

Well, he is kinda cute, I thought to myself, and it was a free lunch.

Waving goodbye to Kevin, I took the elevator down to the main floor. As the doors opened, I saw him standing in the lobby. 

I tried to work a little shimmy into my walk as I approached him and gave him my best smile.

"Miss Trent, you look fabulous."

I thought that was funny since he saw me less than fifteen minutes ago but thanked him just the same.

"I hope you are hungry..."

"Mr. Crowell..."

"Call me Jim."

"OK, but then you must call me Kaylyn. I'll appreciate wherever you would like to go. I think Mr. Sales is trying to play matchmaker or something. I hope you don't mind."

"If I may, why on earth would I mind? I find you utterly fascinating... and, incredibly beautiful."

I always thought I wouldn't break a mirror by looking at it but never actually considered myself beautiful. That always seemed to be reserved for the other girls... never for me as much as I tried. I guess that's why I was such a flirt. On the other hand, I never thought flirting would get me in trouble but what did I know?

I could see that lunch might be a lot of fun after all.

We walked out of the building to his cab. After we got in, he told the cabbie to take us to Alioto's. The drive there was quiet, for though we were adults, it seemed a little awkward and I think we both felt like teenagers on a first date. I actually liked that... it showed me he wasn't a player but from what I knew and overheard it should have been obvious.

We finally arrived at the Embarcadero after a mercifully short ride. He amazed me by giving the driver five twenties.

Jim checked his watch and then said, "We still have about fifteen minutes. Would you like to go for a little walk? Have you ever seen the submarine over there?"

Most people, at least those with some amount of intelligence living in San Francisco, knew about the USS Pampanito, a WWII submarine restored in memory of all the Navy submariners that didn't come back.

I don't actually know when he took my hand but there you go.

He walked with me over to the boat. All submarines are boats... don't ask, I don't get it, either.

For the next few minutes, Jim told me chapter and verse about the ship but at some point, he must have realized that he might be boring me so he became silent.

I looked at him quizzically, my eyes asking him why he stopped.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm probably boring you to death. Let's go eat."

"Jim... you forgot to tell me about the USS Gato."

He looked at me, astonished. "You know about the Gato?"

"My grandfather and father were in the Navy..." I smiled my best smile trying to save the situation for him. I didn't want him to feel like a fool... not with everything I knew about him.

"That's really cool," he said and we walked into the restaurant.

"Reservation for Crowell."

"Please come this way." 

I wished these gay guys wouldn't walk around better than I did. It seemed an assault on whatever I had left.

We were seated at a very nice table on the water. The tang of the salt-water filled my lungs finally replaced the circulated air of the office building. I think the building's air dries you out and you're breathing everyone else's air.

The waiter came over and went through his introductory speech. I learned that his name was Peter and the special of the day was some fish I never heard of.

I looked over the menu but was at a loss. Jim's presence was starting to affect me strangely. It was as if a schoolgirl infatuation had descended into my soul and refused to leave.

Was I reacting to his 'alpha' presence or was I that lonely?

"What would you like to have?"

I looked up from the menu, so different from the little neighborhood place I was able to go to occasionally. I figured he must think I'm a fool, not knowing how to order from a menu and all.

"Would you please order for me?" Even in this day of liberated women, men like to take the lead... when we let them, of course.

"Kaylyn, may I suggest the halibut. I was here a year ago and it was delicious and Kevin said that it's still very good."

"Thank you... whatever you'd like." 

He turned his attention to the waiter.

"We'll have the halibut, baked potato, chopped salad with blue cheese, lots of sourdough and butter, iced teas."

Jim looked at me to see if that was acceptable.

I nodded my head and tried to get my head back into the game. Looking at him was distracting... I didn't understand why I was feeling the way I did and it confused me.

After the waiter left, Jim turned to me and asked, "How long have you worked with Kevin? It looks like a strenuous mental job."

"It's not so bad once you understand what you are doing. There's the usual... filing, transcribing, dictation, once in a while he lets me do a brief and then tells me what's good or bad with it.

I'd like to get a law degree someday but right now, I don't have the money or time for it.

As for working with Kevin... A little over five years now. 

Before that, I was in the general secretarial pool. 

Being with one person is better because each of the senior partners had... well, 'different' expectations than what I had when I applied at the firm but times are tough so I can't find another job right now."

"I can't imagine how very uncomfortable and degrading it must have been for you."

"I take it you spoke with Kevin about that?"

"Actually, he spoke to me about it. He likes you very much and wants to find a better situation for you. Except for him, the law firm has foolishly decided to overlook your qualities and talents.

I had no idea that these things were going on. If it weren't for Kevin, I would change firms immediately. I'm going to talk to him about moving down to Los Angeles with me.

Would that about sum it up?"

I hesitated but decided I had nothing to lose by trying to downplay the situation. If this was a job interview, a career making decision, I might as well go for it.

"I'm afraid so... but..."

"Kaylyn, in this situation today, right now, there are no 'buts'... please, tell me about yourself... go for it."

I looked at him warily, not sure how to proceed but my desperation to leave San Francisco forced aside my hesitation. I decided to tell him everything, no matter how it might sound.

"My mother was a very unhappy person; today, I guess you'd say she was probably manic-depressive; I'm not sure she ever loved me but I would like to think she did. I was a reminder of everything she had lost.

She attempted to control my life and when I grew older, it was a source of grief for both of us. She never hit me or anything like that but there was always that feeling of being under a microscope.

I wasn't allowed to date although all my friends did. When both my cousins became pregnant at fifteen and the boys left them, she looked at it as justification for how she treated me. My life was miserable.

She constantly told me that boys were nothing but a source of unhappiness whether they actually loved you or not.

She was fighting a demon from the past and I could do nothing to help her.

She never had anything nice to say about the way I dressed although I thought it was conservative."

If only she could see me, now!

"I found out later that she had been in love with a Navy flier from Alameda. He was white and she had to hide the relationship from her family; even in the 80s it just wasn't done back then... at least, not in our family. 

People sometimes forget that racism floats both ways.

He was killed before she could tell him she was pregnant and she was terrified they were going to throw her out of the house. 

Her minister took pity and introduced her to an older man, a good man who married her before anyone could tell she was carrying someone else's child. He always treated her well. 

I think she cared for and appreciated him but I don't think she ever loved him as deeply as she should have."

I stopped, wondering how he was taking all this. He just looked back at me and motioned me to continue. 

I stalled by eating some of the sourdough bread. I buttered it too much but I didn't care. 

I hoped that my answers weren't going to destroy my chances with him but in for a penny, in for a pound so what the hell...

"One day, I came home from the library and found them both murdered.

Once I got over the shock, I was relieved that I was on my own at last, as if a great weight had been lifted. Does that make me a bad person? I don't know. I hope not.

I only know that I could finally do what I wanted.

But... my mother had controlled my life for so long that I was lost. 

I miss my dad; he was a good man.

The police told me later that it was a damn drug addict looking for money and he had been killed during another burglary by the homeowner's dog. The dog tore him up. Served him right, I suppose."

Fortunately, the food arrived then. As we ate the fish, he asked other questions... mostly about my education at Berkeley.

I told him about how the other office women treated me like I was the office whore. They believed I was sleeping around with the partners.

"When they thought I couldn't hear them, they called me the 'skinny whore'... that was as nice as it got."

Jim put his fork down and looked at me.

"I don't think you are."

"What?" I asked, trying to smile. "Skinny or a whore?"

"Neither one. I think you're beautiful."

"No, I'm not," I protested. 

Whatever he was drinking, I wanted to buy a big bottle of it.

"Yes, you are," he insisted as he reached across the table and covered my hand with his.

I felt like I died and went to heaven.

I decided to let him have his way. After all, he was the client. 

He sat quietly while I continued with my life's story. 

"I really felt worthless, then and was going to quit when Kevin took me under his wing. He treated me like a daughter. He respected me and cared for me."

...when he wasn't checking out my ass.

The waiter came back and asked about dessert. Jim smiled and asked me what I would like and I asked for a hot fudge sundae. I don't know what I was thinking... ice cream like that would kill my wardrobe. 

Fortunately, the waiter said they didn't have it on the menu but suggested we go over to Ghiradelli's across the way.

"Oh, well, it wasn't that important, anyway. I don't get to have one that often. San Francisco is an expensive town to live in." 

Yeah, that's true but ice cream would add pounds so fast... but, it was SO good.

We sat there talking. He told me about his childhood, how his parents were killed in a car accident when he was about five years old and he had to live with an older cousin. 

She didn't know what to do with a small boy and had her own young life to live so he pretty much raised himself reading books from the library.

Jim talked about his fiancé who died and how it had almost destroyed him. 

I could tell he was going south with the conversation and tried to change the subject as quickly as I could.

"Why do you give people one hundred dollars?"

"Originally, it was because I needed small change for things like ice cream and pizza by the piece but then I decided it was a nice thing to do. Kind of silly, I suppose."

He smiled at me, looking for some kind of approval, I guess.

"Oh, God, no... I think it's a very nice thing to do." 

"Look, Miss Kaylyn, I don't have a lot of time so I'll be very blunt. This may sound crazy but I really can't bear for you to spend the rest of your life, let alone another day, in a situation that is headed nowhere for you but downhill into misery or at least what I think would be misery for you.

Kevin told me he already moved your work to another secretary when I told him last week I was coming up from L.A. 

As far as he's concerned, you're no longer working for him or the firm... unless you decide that you really want to go back although he can't understand why you would want to."

Well, I guess that explained why there hasn't been much of anything this week and why he told Jim not to bring me back. 

"Why did you call me, 'Miss Kaylyn'?

"Well, uhh... you see, that's how I see you... a wonderful, intelligent, incredibly pretty lady I would be proud to know in any manner you would allow, one worthy of my and everyone else's respect. 

It just seems right for you."

"Thank you," I said. "No one's ever said something as nice to me as that. But, please don't lie to me. I've looked in the mirror. I know what I look like. 

I'm plain... I'm just me."

I wasn't really lying about how I felt about myself. I wasn't drop dead gorgeous like so many other women. In fact, I worked hard to just look like I did and I knew it had a lot to be desired. But, if he thought I was pretty that was good enough for me.

"Don't say that. Look, with you, I... I don't know how this is going to sound but I value your intelligence, your honesty, your humor, your comportment. I like the way your amber eyes flash today when you seem to be happy... that's it, your laughing eyes.  

Maybe not to you or even anyone else but to me you're pretty, very pretty, unbelievably pretty. I like the whole you. You're someone I would like to be with, to work with. And... please, don't laugh but I think your hair is smokin' hot and your face enchanting... 

You're the first woman I've a social lunch or dinner with since Miriam died. 

I spend a good amount of time with Naval Intelligence. Because of some proprietary projects we have in production or development, there is round the clock security at my offices and they would go with you everywhere while you're off the property. You would have your own security detail whose sole purpose is to protect you.

No one knows I'm here so I left them back in Los Angeles; they were very angry with me about it but I'm the boss. Since it was personal, the military side couldn't really complain... too much. It's nice to travel by myself sometimes without the constraints they bring with them.

If you accept my offer, we're going to spend a tremendous amount of time together and you're going to be responsible for many millions of dollars, several billion even depending on what's going on. 

The hours will be long, erratic and we're going to fly around a whole lot. 

We've business offices in major cities around the world and properties in most of them and I've a little beach place in Hawaii which I use to kick back and occasionally take everyone there for vacations. However, with our satellite coverage we'd still be a moment away from the business, which is both good and bad.

Last year, I finished a new office complex just north of Malibu on some property bought several years ago. This is our new world headquarters and everything comes there. 

The military liaisons are also there so you would see quite a few uniforms walking around. 

I have a personal military liaison, Major Filomina Cottone, who's been with me for several years now. She would be your counterpart on the military contracts and she spends a good amount of time with me. 

She and I leave from time to time on military contract discussions and other secret junkets, sometimes for weeks at a time."

I decided right then and there I would have to check out this 'Filomina' woman... but he had already said they'd been together for quite a while... weeks at a time, though, didn't make me feel very good about that. 

Maybe he wanted a couple of women... who was going to be the one on the side? How could have I thought about it that way. I was so wrong.

Jim continued talking. "Miss Kaylyn, would you like to come with me back to L.A.? I understand that your life has not been the best. Neither has mine. I'm sorry for that, I really am. 

All I can offer is that the future can and will be better if you want it, if you want to be with me."

'Oh... my... God...', I thought, 'he said, 'be with me...' not with the company, but with him...'

"I own the entire company. I am offering you the position of my executive assistant, not as a secretary, I already have several of those. You would be my second in command for the Corporation. 

I'll train you so that you can run the place in case I can't. I can think of no other position that would utilize your talents better and we seem to get along pretty well here, I think. 

Everyone working with us would always treat you with respect. 

I like you... and... well, I... I would hope maybe that you..."

I saw that he was getting red in the face, looking for words that escaped him. Over the years, I've learned one thing: Men, even the so-called 'alpha' males, get tongue-tied when expressing their true feelings.

I refused to laugh. He's just poured out his heart to me. It almost sounded like a marriage proposal... maybe it was, in some deep mysterious, romantic way. 

He was dead serious and I so wanted to leave the city... and I so liked him. I wasn't sure whether he was speaking from his mind, his heart or his pants but I was prepared to take whatever he offered.




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He continued. "I promise it would be worthwhile financially... I can start by offering you one hundred thousand and then regular bonuses, full room and board with your own suite of rooms, full medical and some business opportunities once you get situated. 

It can be a lot of fun... or not; you know how it is."

He gave me a huge silly grin, which I found both funny and endearing.

"What do you say? Is that acceptable? Would you like to come to Los Angeles with me and start a new life? Would you take a chance with me?"

A hundred thousand a year! ...and he's worried if security, flying around the world and some lousy hours would make me turn this offer down. 

He really did sound like he's proposing marriage! And my answer had to be...

"Yes, Jim... that would most acceptable. I never expected to make a hundred thousand dollars in my lifetime, let alone a year!"

A look of embarrassment crossed his face. "I'm sorry; I didn't explain myself very well, sometimes my mind is moving faster than my mouth. The Martins told me that I assume people already know what I'm talking about. 

That's why I desperately need a very intelligent executive assistant, someone like you to keep me on track. The hundred thousand, that's for the month."

"Oh, my..." There was a silence on the table, I couldn't get my head around it for a moment. "Oh, Jim, thank you... I don't know what to say."

"I'll take that as a 'yes', then."

"Oh, God, yes."



Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 03



 Chapter 3: Just a Walk in the Park

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"Would you like to go for a walk? We could get a cab to the Park and talk some more?"

"That would be very nice, thank you."

I didn't get out to the Park very often and it would be fun walking around. I didn't think it would be very crowded in the middle of the workweek.

Golden Gate Park in San Francisco is one of the best city parks in the country, larger even than Central Park in New York City.

Although the park is quite old, only after the 1967 "Summer of Love" did the park gain national attention. The "Hippie Revolution" changed the traditionalist city forever, replacing the polite high society of white gloved old family matrons with the beaded and bangled teenage runaway girls looking for love, serious sex and getting high.

Over the years, the 'turned on' generation that didn't die from drugs or diseases matured and found middle class jobs. 

The remnants of the free love movement retreated to the Haight – Ashbury district nearby and the park once again became the haven of Bay City families.

I changed my shoes back to the office flats before leaving the restaurant but I still stood taller than he did. He didn't seem to mind at all which was fine with me.

We left the cab and walked aimlessly through the park, mostly moving westward toward the Pacific continuing our conversation from Alioto's.

Sometime during our walk, we started holding hands again although I never knew exactly when or how or even why and then I put my arm through his and leaned against him. The strength of his touch brought excitement to my roughly thumping heart. 

Jim bought me a small chocolate mocha ice cream cone and a big yellow balloon that bobbed in the ocean breeze. I listened to his stories. He wiped the melting sweetness from my lips with a light touch of his fingers. I laughed at his silly old jokes. I really thought he was funny... it wasn't the jokes so much as how he told them.

This was more like a date than a job interview... I was so, so happy that someone actually seemed to care for me more than as a cheap hook-up in the office or a glorified typist... 

'Thank you, God... please, please', I prayed, 'make this happen for me... for us, if there was an 'us''. 

At this point, I was willing almost to do anything to make it work. 

It was early afternoon and my life was going to be turned upside down. Never tell anyone, including yourself, how happy you are. The Universe doesn't like that and was getting ready to hurt me badly.

Even though California was still in summer, San Francisco always held a cooler climate than the southern half of the state; he wrapped me in his tweed sports coat. I was surrounded by his scent and his warmth made me comfortable and wanted... a feeling that I had always hoped for and missed most of my life.

This was what I've always wanted... was he the one for me or was I just reacting to the first man, the first real man that was giving me some attention? I... didn't know... and right then, I didn't care... I wanted this moment to last forever.

I must admit I was getting very wet thinking about him and hoped that my panty liner was up to the job. I was embarrassed how my body was responding... I had no control over my emotions.

I was in heaven.

Jim explained different projects that his consortium was working on; if everything worked out as he expected he would share the necessary information on the top-secret work once the government vetted me. 

He hoped to get another contract from the Australians to update their restoration work on the Great Barrier Reef.

He laughed. "If you were in the Marine Corps, you'd look so good in uniform, just like Major Cottone, but... then... we couldn't be walking around like this."

I looked at his face, looking for the joke but saw that although he was smiling he was serious... and what the hell kind of woman was Major Cottone?

"Rules, you know... always rules... always... the damn rules." 

I felt strange and uncomfortable at his remark. What was that supposed to mean?

We walked in silence and then he began to speak again.

"The security clearances are vital because of the military contracts and I need someone who can discuss both areas with me because there are so many that have both military and civilian applications. 

There are military personnel I could use, of course, but they wouldn't have the training and knowledge that I require for the other projects. I can't mix the commercial and defense sides of the business using military personnel anyway.

You, I know, can do this. I'll be honest; I had Naval Intelligence check you out while I was talking with Sales in his office. 

I know that was an invasion of privacy for you, I know... but it was necessary for you to be cleared by the Defense Department. 

I would have offered you a position no matter what but not this one. You are a very honest, intelligent woman. 

Besides, I like you, and I, uhh... Ah, can we talk about it later? When we've known each other a little better, OK?"



Oh, my God, I thought... he was somehow serious about me and was moving carefully, yet... still faster than I could have ever hoped. 

I could fall in love with this man very easily and began to feel I actually was. Maybe his 'alpha' personality was indeed affecting me.

We eventually left the Japanese Tea Garden and walked across the grass toward the Asian Art Museum on the northeast side of the park. 

The onshore breeze brought with it the usual summer Pacific chill and I was getting uncomfortable with the ocean wind.

"Jim, it's getting a little cold... would you mind if we went somewhere else?"

"Of course, I'm so sorry... there's a Blackberry in the coat pocket. There's a number already listed for a cab. Why don't you give them a ring?"

We stopped near JFK Drive to make the call. 

And, of course, that's when the shit hit the fan and we almost died.

A miserable tired-looking car covered with primer and several colors of fading paint stopped at the curb. Three rough looking men seemed to look us over, then getting out of the car they were now moving quickly toward us. 

As they came closer, I could see tattoos advertising everything from Nazi swastikas to knives dripping blood.

Oh, shit! I then remembered the skinheads were making a big comeback in San Francisco and had shared their attention between minorities and the gay-lesbian crowd.

It seemed I, with my darker complexion and hairstyle, was the target of their attention. 

Great! Every man I know ignores me forever and now both good, bad and ugly are out to get me.

"Damn it... skinheads." Jim quickly looked around, never losing sight of the three approaching men and pulled me toward a brick building. His grip on my hand suddenly tightened so much that it hurt. 

The threat had become personal to him... and to me! 

Shit! I was so screwed!

"Kaylyn... c'mon, girl, move over toward that doorway over there. Move! Now!"

He backed me into the brick wall's inset doorway and turned to face the men. 

"Quick, stay behind me and call 911. Do it now before they get too close and see what you're doing."

I crouched down and quickly began talking to the 911 operator explaining what was happening and exactly where they were.

"Kaylyn... listen to me... no matter what happens or gets said try not to worry and just stay on the phone with the police. 

Pretend to be frightened, you understand?"

Pretend? What's to fucking pretend? I WAS frightened. OK... OK... stay calm, stay calm I told myself. God, I hoped whatever he wanted to do was going to work.

I could smell the stink on the men as they approached.

"Well, well, well... look at what we have got here... what you doin' with the nigger, white boy? She your bitch, is that it? Time to share, white boy."

The speaker turned to his companions, grinning. Out came a long ugly knife.

OH, Jesus Christ! That was the BIGGEST fucking knife I had ever seen!

"She's a nice piece of ass for a nigger. We're gonna get some of that today before we cut it up good."

Damn! Add insult to injury, calling me a nigger... what the fuck!

"Look, we don't want any trouble, please... just walk away and nobody gets hurt... no harm, no foul, huh? I'll even forget what you said about the lady." 

Jim reached behind and pushed me as far back as he could into the doorway. He whispered, "Are they coming? It's going to get very ugly in a minute."

Well, I thought, that's one way of saying it... 'Stay calm, girl,' I told myself... 'He knows what he's doing'. I sure as hell hoped so.

"Lady? Lady, my ass, you dumb fuckin' nigger lover. ...only good for one thing and we're the ones gonna give it to her. 

Goddamn mud people, ruining our country. Bet you've been getting it. Does she moan or scream, huh? Maybe she's just quiet and takes it... Don't matter; she won't be doing anything when we're done. Right after we take care of your sorry white ass. We'll let her watch."

As far as I was concerned, things quickly went from bad to worse.

I started to believe that I was going to be violently raped and horribly killed by these animals while Jim, my one chance for happiness, was going to die watching them take me away.



The police were taking forever and there are three of them and if they got him down... 

'God, where were the police?' I whispered into the phone, "Where are the police? There's going to be a horrible fight and someone is going to die."

"C'mon, fellas... look, I've got a little money... take the money and just go, please. Please, don't hurt us. C'mon, we weren't bothering anyone." 

Jim did his best to look frightened, slumping down his shoulders trying to look smaller and vulnerable. He sure looked that way to me.

"Look, please... take our money... please... just leave us alone... look, I'm reaching into my pocket for the money, OK?"

He put out his left hand, palm forward and slowly reached into his right front pants pocket pulling out his wallet. "Look," he said, "see? Plenty of money... just let us go."

He took the money out and waved the bills around. Then he threw the money high into the air like so much New Year's confetti. With their attention on the paper floating around Jim moved in like a man possessed.

Kicking the first one in the groin as hard as he could with his shoe, which I found out later was steel-toed, he grabbed the man by the shirt, took away the knife and shoved him into the surprised one on the left. 

He quickly pivoted around and put the heel of his palm into the third man's nose. I heard the crushing of cartilage as he pushed it up into his brain. Jim followed that with a tremendous kick to the stomach, knocking him back and down. 

He threw the knife down into the bushes.

The man on the left, pushing his friend's body away, was trying to pull out a gun from his belt but before he could do anything else Jim moved into him, pushed his arm up and away from my direction and twisted it behind his back. 

I could hear the sound of the skinhead's arm breaking with a sickening double crack and then he fell down screaming, a splintered bone sticking out of his bloody arm.

That was so totally gross!

Jim took the gun by the barrel and put it on the cement step. All three were now lying face down on the grass. 

One looked like he was barely alive, his breathing erratic while the one with the shattered arm was screaming as noisily as he could until, finally, I guess, passing out from the pain. 

The first man, who Jim figured was their leader, lay on the grass with his arms and legs pulled together, loudly moaning and holding his damaged groin with both hands. As hard as he kicked him, I didn't think he was ever going to use it again.

Jim walked over to the leader, leaned down and said something so softly that I couldn't hear it. Then he savagely kicked him in the ribs so hard that the skinhead's body left the ground by at least six inches, breaking several bones with another loud cracking noise.

Damn! I mean, Jesus Christ! He fucked those guys up! I'm glad he was on my side. Where he learned how to do that I didn't know but I was definitely going to find out. Who the hell knew... and then I remembered he was in the Marines.

He wasn't even breathing heavily... and then looked at me, asking with his expression if I was hurt. I knelt on the cement, my knees, legs and arms bruised from pushing against the cement and rough brown bricks, my wonderful little tight skirt ruined, my nylons ripped to shreds, my blouse stained red and brown from the bricks.

Honest to God, I was stunned. The entire incident that seemed to move so slowly had truly lasted just a few moments including that last angry kick to the ribs. 

Finally, some tears began to form... I didn't want to cry but, well, what can I tell you. You'd probably be crying too. 

I slowly stood up in the alcove and moved onto the grass. "What... what did you tell him?"

"Let's just say I reminded him of his manners and we didn't appreciate the discourtesy... and, he should study the English language better. I told him I would violently kill him if I ever saw him again out of prison."

He tore a piece of cloth from his shirt and dabbed my tears away.

We could finally hear the sirens in the distance coming closer. 

We could have been dead by the time they showed up... my tax money at work.

"Finally," he said. Jim took his BlackBerry back and gave detailed directions to their location. Keeping one eye on the men, he put out his hand. 

"Miss Kaylyn... Kaylyn? Listen to me... I'm so sorry, please, forgive me." 

He held my face in both hands, almost forcing me to look at him. "...as long as we're together, I will die before I let anything happen to you. Please, believe me. I'm sorry, please, forgive me, please."

I looked at the three down on the ground then at Jim standing there, the BlackBerry in his hand and a very worried look on his face; I was still in shock and started to cry again. I didn't want to look weak but I had never been anywhere near people like this.

I wiped a few my tears away, holding the torn piece of cloth with my brick stained fingers and moved into his embrace, laying my head on his shoulder, seeking the warmth and protection he was offering. 

"So," I said, "I still got the job?"

His only answer was to hold me tighter and wiping my tear-stained face.

I no longer felt afraid about anything, anyone or my new life with him. I told myself I'll do whatever he wants... whatever he wants... whatever he wants.

Sirens wailing, the police arrived in four cars followed by an SFFD ambulance. As the officers ran nearer they saw us embracing and three unmoving bodies face down on the ground.

Jimmy raised his hand waving them closer. I started calling him 'Jimmy' in my mind, now. A little familiarity made me feel better.

The sergeant, a robust black woman with a 'take-charge' attitude, took me to the side and questioned me about what happened, taking notes as we spoke. 

She asked me if I had been alone and Jimmy came over to rescue me or if we were together. I told her we were just out walking and the three showed up and threatened to kill us.

Every so often, the officer would look over at Jimmy talking to another officer while others were now handcuffing the men on the ground and frisking for other weapons. They found a gun Jimmy had missed in his haste to comfort me. 

The police quickly secured the scene and cordoned off the area with yellow crime tape establishing a wide perimeter around the group. 

One paramedic covered the broken arm with a clean cloth, administered a painkiller, applied a tourniquet and put on a plastic inflatable splint. 

The sergeant waved over the paramedics to check my condition, even while the men on the ground were still moaning into the grass. It seems she had an unbreakable 'victims first' rule and the paramedics had no trouble agreeing after seeing the skinheads lying there.

Worked for me, I'll tell you that. As far as I was concerned, the scum could rot on the grass.

All this time Jimmy's money had been moving across the grass, blown by the onshore breeze coming from the Pacific a few miles away. 

I noticed he seemed strangely indifferent to the hundreds of dollars disappearing in the wind.

Talking to the police, Jimmy handed over what I figured was his identification; one officer took them to the car to check on her computer. She had a long conversation with her lieutenant on the radio, eventually came back and handed back his identification.

The sergeant who had been talking to me went over, spoke to the officers with Jimmy and compared notes. The one who had identified Jimmy indicated who he was and what he had done. 

The sergeant looked from Jimmy, the white man to me, the black sister to the three skinheads moaning on the ground. Then she started laughing so hard she had to bend over and catch her breath. 

She motioned to have the men rolled over onto their backs, causing more moaning from the arrested men. 

She began to read them their rights.

"You are the dumbest mother-fuckers I've ever seen. You have the right to remain silent. I suggest that you use it, assholes. You have the right to an attorney. You're going to need one. You messed with a Marine officer, you dumb shits."

Marine officer? Now, that's something I did not know and he never mentioned it. I didn't know what was going on and that bothered me.

"If you cannot afford one, one will be appointed by the courts. Good luck on that one, a public defender. Screwing around with an American hero, no less."

American hero!??? Now I was really confused. Although I don't read the paper every day, I ought to know something about this and Kevin never said anything.

"You are so going to jail where there are plenty of brothers just waiting for you supremist assholes and when they find out you were messing with a pretty little sister... and I'm gonna make sure they find out, too.

You stupid fucks, you're lucky you're still alive. He could have killed you three just by looking at you. 

You are SO fucked up it isn't even funny. Goddamn stupid skinheads... 

I'm going to make sure that you are charged with assault, armed robbery, attempted rape and attempted murder. You're going to be in jail so long nobody will even remember who you were. You're going to be someone's bitch if you're lucky... and we're going to run those guns through the system..."

When she was finished talking to them, almost out of breath, she motioned the paramedics over. "Are you finished with the lady? We don't want anything to happen to her, do we?"

"No, sergeant... we're just about done with the oxygen... she was a little shaken up as you can imagine. We've cleaned her up best we could, what with the brick and cement scrapes and dust. Does her friend need anything?"

"Maybe a cigar and a shoeshine, I think he scuffed his up somehow. OK, see to these idiots. It looks like the crime scene is secure now and it's safe for you to enter. Thanks. 

Hey, let's get some of this money up, guys, before it blows all the way to the bay."

Two of the officers began walking around picking up what bills they could see and returned with most of them. Several children were running away with money in their hands but they let them go, unwilling to chase them across the park, I guess. I wouldn't have bothered, either, to be honest about it.

By this time, the lieutenant had arrived. Taking in the scene, he walked over to speak with the sergeant. During their conversation, the sergeant gave an animated account of what had happened, her arms waving through the air, acting out each thing that had happened, every now and then pointing at Jimmy or me or one of those on the grass. 




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The lieutenant laughed and walked over to Jimmy and saluted.

"I am Lieutenant John Hobart, Colonel... good afternoon, sir," he said and shook Fiscelli's hand. "82nd Airborne, now California National Guard and of course, San Francisco Police..." 

Colonel!!! I was so far out of the loop that I was totally lost.

They had a short conversation, checking the facts as he knew them. As Jimmy talked with him, the officer grinned more and more. During the colonel's description, the lieutenant glanced over at me. 

Jimmy showed him a few moves but said he had spent several years learning them so that they would happen instinctively.

"With you keeping the money for evidence, we're going to need a ride back to the Drake downtown."

"I'll take you myself. Don't worry about it. My detective car is very, very nice."

"When the trial is over, just give the money to the policeman's fund or something, OK? When you call my lawyer, Kevin Sales, tell him what you need to know. Here's his card. Do you want to talk to him right now?"

"Oh, no, sir... We've got it pretty much wrapped up here. It seems that these losers were out on parole so they're going directly to the jail ward of the hospital and then back to prison until trial. 

The trial will be fun, that's for sure. Given what took place I'm pretty sure that you're going to have to return unless we can get them to roll over. It's possible that their friends will show up at the court. Will that be a problem?"

"I don't think so... I've a few friends of my own."

"Yes, I suppose you do."

He walked over to me. Still wearing his sports coat, I moved tightly against him and rested my curly golden head on his shoulder. The warmth and aroma of my body as he embraced me began to awaken his feelings as I felt him harden against me. He inhaled my hair. I didn't mind, I figured he had a hair fetish or something but it was getting me hot.

"Yes?"

"What do you have planned for tomorrow? If it's like this, I need to plan my wardrobe a little better... maybe some blue jeans and a plaid shirt."

He held me tightly to him, his left arm keeping me to him, his right brushing back my loose soft curls. I could sense him wanting to kiss me.

The way his dick was pressing against me convinced me he was wishing he could make love to me here and now... or maybe just fuck me... I didn't care, I was up for anything right then.



The police were starting to finish up.

"Hey, Loo, we're going to need another bus, here. This idiot's got some seriously busted up ribs."

"Sure, why not? Let's waste some more taxpayers' money."



We sat in the back of the detective's car. 

Jimmy was holding my hand but somehow his other hand had drifted onto my leg moving in a loving yet very possessive manner toward my thigh. 

My skirt, which I had taken so much care to pick out that morning, had been almost destroyed during the attack in the park and his fingers were now able to caress the soft smoothness of my inner thigh. 

Of all the skin on my body, I thought it was the nicest there.

My breathing became erratic; I closed my eyes and my right hand had moved over his and pushed it between my legs. 

I immediately closed my thighs tightly capturing his hand and willed it to move against me as I pushed and pulled with my own.

Finally arriving at the Drake we said goodbye to the officer. Jimmy got out and looked at my tattered clothes. I knew the boutiques around the hotel were already closed and the only stores still open at the late hour were out in the suburbs, too far away.

As I slid over the seat toward the car door, without hesitation Jimmy picked me up in his arms and carried me into the building. I tightened my arms around his neck to keep from falling, the scent and feel of my golden hair filling his senses as I welcomed his strong hands holding me, caressing me... his actions betraying his strong emotions. 

Several heads had turned after seeing the police car. Watching our entrance into the lobby and the condition of my torn clothing only added to their interest.



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 Chapter 4: Let's Spend the Night Together

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"Tomorrow, we're going to have to get you some new clothes and shoes, my lady. These, I'm sorry to say, are pretty well done with. That's too bad, I really liked this skirt. Maybe we can find similar ones?"

He carried me over to the elevators and carefully pushed for the 12th floor. Holding me firmly, closely, gently, easily... he waited for the doors to close.

This feeling I had for him, he couldn't hold me closely enough. He made me all warm and God, I wished it would last forever... I was falling in love with him and we just met... is this what happened to my mother? Is this why I was so sad my entire life? My thoughts of my mother's life came together and I finally understood the depression the woman had lived with since that deadly day so many years ago. Is this how Jimmy felt when Miriam died? Would he ever feel this way about me?

"It's pretty late so here's my idea. You can bathe and spend the night here with me and tomorrow morning we will get you some new clothes."

Yes! Yes! Yes! 

"I hope you trust me by now. My suite upstairs has two bedrooms."

Oh. Wasn't expecting that...

He noticed a sudden look of disappointment and knew what I had been thinking. "You know, I haven't even asked you when you can leave for Los Angeles with me."

I looked at him with a smile, my lips so close to his. "Trust you? I trust you with my life forever. I've been ready to leave since this morning when we spoke on the phone. My house can take care of itself for a while. I just would like to say goodbye to Kevin, please."

"Don't worry, that's fine. We can take care of that easily enough."

Even in the elevator, he continued to hold me in his arms; I felt my heart beating rapidly, the heat of his body raising my own as we went up to the 12th floor. Setting me down for a moment in the hallway, he used his key card; he picked me back up and we entered the room. He pushed the door shut with his foot, carried me into the middle of the suite and carefully set me down.

Just like newlyweds! Is this what it would be like, having my lover carry me into our bedroom? How much have I lost waiting for the perfect man to come into my life? ...and, yet, here he is... oh, God, please, let it be him.

"Oh, what a beautiful room you have!" I twirled around on the plush rug, taking it in all at once then sat down on the sofa and took off my shoes. "I've never stayed in a real hotel before. We stayed at Motel 6 a few times while my father would look for old ghost towns and stuff in the mountains, but that was all. 

He liked to build model trains and old buildings. He said that his own father was a Pullman porter after the War and had traveled across the country with Santa Fe."

Jimmy opened one of the doors, making sure that it was ready and motioned me in. My stocking'd feet left deep footprints in the thick, soft teal rug.

"Each bedroom has its own bathroom and there should be a robe in there also. Your dress... I don't think there's much we can do. I'm really sorry about that. Tomorrow, when we go shopping, is that all right?"

"Why, yes, that is very thoughtful of you."

I entered the bathroom and a few moments later, opened the door a crack and handed out his sports coat. The tattered skirt and blouse stained by brick and cement dust I threw into the trash. I closed the door and turned on the shower, watching as the room filled with steam.

While in the shower, though, the day's events finally came home and I realized that the dream handed to me in the morning almost disappeared forever in the afternoon. Tears flowed heavily as I slid sobbing to the floor of the tub, the warm water hitting my bowed head, my hands wrapped around my knees.

I could hear him talking in the other room. "Housekeeping? Yes, this is Jim Crowell. Please send someone up to get a sports coat cleaned. Thank you."

A short while later, there was a knock on the door and Jimmy opened the door and spoke with the woman, giving her his coat. "How long will it take, do you think?"

"We've been told to get it back as soon as possible... two hours..."

"I tell you what, it's pretty late. So, bring it back tomorrow morning, say around nine o'clock."

At the time, I didn't know it but he had taken out his Colt .45 automatic from the room's safe and kept it close to him.

I heard the start of water in the other bathroom. A short while later, I discovered that Jimmy shaved and showered, trying to remove any trace of the afternoon's fight.

The water ran for a long time in my shower. He walked over to the bathroom door and carefully knocked. "Kaylyn, is everything all right? OK, I'm sorry... that was a stupid question."

The water stopped and I opened the shower door. There was the rustle of a towel and the loud whirr of a hair dryer which seemed to answer his question for I could hear him leave the room. I finished drying my curly hair and wrapped the towel around me, carrying the bathrobe. On the bed, I found his slippers, T-shirt and other underwear he had left on the bed. Dressing with just the T-shirt, I put on the hotel robe. The robe, so soft and thick against my skin, tickled my nipples and my thighs.

"I'll be out in a minute, uh... Jimmy." I had never really called a man by his first name in such an intimate situation. Life was moving so quickly and after almost being killed, I decided to just flow along with it. The day's events had convinced me life was too short and too dangerous to hesitate anymore, waiting for the next day that may never arrive.

I opened the bedroom door opened, and dressed in my fluffy white bathrobe and his slippers I walked back into the living area.

"Uhhhh... would you like something to eat?" he asked. "I know we can't go downstairs to the Bistro, but, perhaps something here? I can call room service and get whatever you want."

Thoughts raced through my mind as I realized where I was and how I was dressed. 'If he's trying to get me in bed with him... Why do I keep thinking about sex with him? I've never done anything like in the taxi. I don't know what brought that on. His dark red hair reminds me of that one photo I saw of my father before he was killed. Is that it? Am I looking for my father? God, I hope not. I want someone for myself.

I don't really know... maybe, I don't want to know... part of me wants to finally feel like a woman, part of me wants to thank him for everything he's going to do for me... but, part of me is still saying 'no', not now, not yet, not here. I'm so confused...

God, what should I do? I'm just going to let the evening work itself out. Whatever happens with him... happens. I'll wait for him... I don't want him to think I'm a slutty tramp, especially after the taxi ride...'

"Miss Kaylyn... here's a menu... please see what you would like, if anything at all? I'm going to see what's on television if that's all right with you."

"Say it, again, Jimmy. Please."

"What?"

"Call me Miss Kaylyn, again. I have to tell you, I'm starting to..." to fall in love with you. My voice dropped, almost inaudible.  "I love the way it sounds."

Throwing caution to the winds he walked to me and held me in his arms, running his hands through my large soft curls, saying softly, "Kaylyn... Miss Kaylyn." Even through the thickness of both bathrobes I could feel his rapid heartbeat and I pushed my yearning body against him. We stood there embracing while time disappeared, almost slow dancing on the rug, my head found its own private place on his shoulder; he inhaled my fresh scent from the bat; I could feel him becoming aroused from the feel of my hair on his face as his dick began to harden beneath the bathrobe. 

The two robes somehow became untied and the shy surprised smile on my face told him that I felt his dick pressing against my stomach. Embarrassed, he suddenly broke away and walked over to the flatscreen turning it on while I hurriedly turned away and used the robe to wipe the moisture between my legs.

What the fuck just happened? First he was all hot and bothered and then he just walked away. My newly discovered self-confidence in how I looked went out the window and fell the twelve stories to the street below.

He kept the sound down and wasn't really paying that much attention to it. I was about to say something when the news anchor starting talking about what happened in the park. Jimmy turned up the volume.

"...and police arrested three skinheads this afternoon in Golden Gate Park after we allegedly assaulted a retired Marine officer and his young girlfriend."

"Oh, that had to be really stupid," said the other anchor, a pretty Asian woman with long, straight black hair reaching down to her waist. 

"Yes, it was, Mei-Li. By the time police arrived, the Marine had all three on the ground face down, had taken away both their gun and knife, smashed the nose of one and broke the arm of another and several ribs on the third. Hmmm... maybe taking on the Marines is not such a smart idea."

"Why, Paul, it was only one Marine. One Marine's enough, it would seem. An attorney for the three said that the attack on his clients was unprovoked and due to the extreme violence involved, the Marine should be prosecuted instead of his clients. I'm sorry, but that's just... anyway, the unidentified couple was taken away by police. If anyone has cell video of this attack on the Marine and his girlfriend, call us at the studio.

And in other news, how about the weather tonight, Jane?"

He turned the set off.

"I wonder who that was..." He sat down near the window and nervously laughed, his face reddening. He folded his arms on the table-top, put his head down and closed his eyes.

I walked over to him and put my hand on his shoulder. "You're a soldier, I get that. I'm... I'm just somebody that's led a quiet life till now. I'm not a little girl. I was just caught pretty much off guard. It won't happen again." 

I had to convince him that I could do whatever he wanted and needed. If he believed that I'm wasn't up to the job, then what? He'd regret offering me this opportunity whether he cared for me or not. I couldn't let that happen, I just couldn't.

"What won't happen again? I was just as scared as you were... but for a different reason... I was scared that I wouldn't be able to protect you, to be there for you... I know we've just met, but... I feel... I feel like we've been together forever. Does that sound crazy?"

"I know that you will find me a much more 'take charge' person than you've seen today, otherwise, you would never have offered me a new life. I promise. You'll have to teach me all that kung-fu."

I put myself forward to him as obviously as I could.

"Whatever you want me to do, whatever you want from me. Just tell me. I'm yours and I'll be yours for as long as you want me. Jimmy, I feel the same way about you. I don't know if it's the excitement of a new life away from here or the thing in the park or having someone like you believe that I'm worthy of attention but I've never felt so alive in my life."

He slipped onto his knees, wrapping his arms around my waist, resting his head against me. I was shocked; that a man, any man, would beg me forgiveness... but, this man, this wonderful, courageous, lovable man and what he had already done for me. I cringed at the thought he could be hurt protecting me.

"If they had touched you I would have killed them. I hope that doesn't scare you... turn you away from me. That's just the way I am. I am very protective about my friends... the few that I have and you've become more than that to me. I had to distract them somehow. It will never happen again, I promise. 

I'm terrified to think what would have happened if you were there by yourself. Honestly, it scares me to death. I was an idiot. This is the last time either you or I ever go anywhere without our detail."

There was a pause, my imagination conjuring up a picture straight from the Godfather saga. I started to laugh at what I thought was a silly idea then realized he wasn't joking. Our detail... he said it. 



His BlackBerry rang and he got up to answer. 

"Hello? Yes, mom, that was us... I know... well, at the time there wasn't much I could do... I know... yes, that is the girl... she's here with me now... What do you mean, why? I hope so... I have... I know... I know... I'm sorry... yes... It won't happen again... yes, I've apologized... we're leaving tomorrow or the next day... yes, my plane... no, that's all right... I'm sorry... yes, tomorrow, lunch... thanks for calling... yes, I love you, too... goodbye... thanks for calling."

He turned to me in explanation. 

"That was Miriam's mother. I had lunch with her parents yesterday... I talked to her on the phone this morning in Kevin's office; she convinced me to see you and offer to bring you with me to Los Angeles. We're having lunch with them, tomorrow, if that's all right with you."

He gave me his Blackberry. 

"Please get Kevin on the phone, will you?"

A minute later he was speaking with his attorney. 

"I gave the police your card so you can expect a call from a Lieutenant Hobart... that's right. I think she's OK, I hope she's OK... you can speak to her in a moment... find out for me what happened to the one I put into a coma, will you? Yes, I know he had it coming but just the same... all right... all right... all right... Miss Kaylyn, he wants to speak with you."

He handed the phone back to me. I started to walk over to the corner then remembered his 'no secrets' rule and stayed where I was.

"Yes, Mr. Sales... all right, Kevin... yes, it was... more than you can imagine... I know that now... but, I didn't know... how could I? Not any more... yes, I'm good... no, really, I am... thank you for this opportunity, I'll never forget it... you'll come and see me?"

I looked at Jimmy, motioning a question if he wanted to speak to Kevin again. He shook his head 'no'.

"Goodbye, Mister... Kevin." 

I cut the connection and handed the phone back.

"Miss Kaylyn, have you decided what you would like to eat?" 

He desperately tried to change the subject and turned away to stare out the windows at the dark waters and the colored lights on the Bay Bridge to the south-east.

"Yes, please... after all the... well, let's just say, excitement, I don't want anything heavy, especially this late. Is a sandwich all right, with maybe a little salad? I don't eat this much, really. Today was very special for me..." in more ways than one... "I'm going to be big as a house if I keep this up."

"Of course, whatever you want, Kaylyn. A little champagne, perhaps? Something to take the edge off today?"

"Jimmy, I don't drink, although... I suppose a little wouldn't hurt, tonight." It might be just what I need to do what I really want to do. God, I want him in my bed kissing me, touching me, loving me.

"Miss Kaylyn, from now on, your life is going to be unbelievable, although, I hope to God not like today. Well, it's been pretty crazy already. Trust me, you and I, we're going to change the world, maybe a little at a time, but, seriously... wait until you see what we've got going on down south. I'm so excited you want to be there with me."

He picked up the room's phone. "Good evening... yes, this is Jim Crowell. Thank you. I would like a club sandwich, a green house salad... just a minute. What dressing do you want with that?"

"Bleu cheese, please."

"Hello? Yes, bleu cheese with that... put it on the side... you have those sourdough croutons, right? an ice cream sundae, heavy on the whipping cream, extra cherries... make that two of everything... yes, thank you... how long? That's fine. Thank you." 

He hung up the room phone.

"It'll be about twenty minutes or so. Look, I'm really sorry about what happened. That was something I never expected. I mean, today, a man and a woman should be able to..."

To what, Jimmy? To what? Damn it, stop apologizing.

"When those goddamn... I'm sorry, I usually don't talk like this in front of a lady but the idea that someone so vile as those animals were could possibly think that you were... and what he called you... I'm so sorry."

"Jimmy, stop apologizing... it wasn't your fault. It happened. It's over. That's it.

I'm just glad that you weren't hurt... and I'm damn glad neither was I... There, I said it. OK? 

It was scary... I've never been so scared in my life but you protected me... and I'd be dishonest if I was to say I wasn't impressed. If you were trying to impress a girl you succeeded. 

I'm never going to forget that... never, ever... as long as I live." 

And, if you want me to really thank you, please... please, let me know, damn it. 

Whatever he was going to say was interrupted by a knock on the door and he jumped back as if burned. "Just a moment." 

He went to the bedroom and got his gun. I gave an audible sigh as he went to the door. As he opened it a cart was rolled in and the food set on the table by the windows.

Jimmy signed for the meal. I sat down and waited. 

He put the gun back and went to the table. I could tell he was waiting for me to make a comment about the gun. 

I smiled at him and raised my glass to be filled. Jimmy opened the small bottle of champagne he had ordered and poured into the two glasses. Raising his, he said, "Here's to a long, very long special friendship and a most successful business relationship for the two of us."

I raised mine and said, "And to whatever else that's good the future brings for us... and what do the Italians say? 'An evil eye' to the rest."

As we clinked, I wondered what the future would bring. I never expected to have a wonderful lunch at the Wharf, be almost raped and killed a short time later and now sitting in a hotel room just dressed in a bathrobe wearing only the T-shirt of a man I only met a few hours earlier. 

What would my parents have said?

I don't know what Daddy would say but Mama would say... what? 'follow your heart, daughter.' Well, that's why I'm here today. Mama followed hers and got me... and I think she regretted it ever since... but that's because he died... what would have happened if they were able to be married? Life would have been so different.

Picking at our food we looked out at the bay twinkling with reflected lights from the city across the bay. There didn't seem much to say about the day... everything had already been said... other than actually saying 'I love you.'

As I was finishing my ice cream, though, he did mention that everyone in his group had morning exercises for an hour, mainly to keep fit but to also counter the good living that he offered. I looked at my sundae, at him and then began to laugh, the first really good laugh of the day after everything. 

"I guess I'll have to cut back on these, then... but that's OK since I couldn't afford them before, anyway. You're a bad influence, Jimmy. I'd like to keep calling you, Jimmy, is that all right? You're more a Jimmy than a Jim or a James.

"Miss Kaylyn, after today you can call me anything you want. But remember, when anyone else is around down south, the name is 'Colonel', OK? ...because there's a lot of military work going on at home and so there's going to be a lot of uniforms you're going to have to recognize and sometimes deal with. 

The major... she will do most of that but... you never know. And, please, we're not going to tell anyone about today, are we? They're never going to let me hear the end of it, otherwise. Although I think the news might have already reached Los Angeles. They're going to tear me up."

I nodded, smiling at our private joke.

"Wow! It's almost 11 o'clock. I hate to cut this wonderful day short but we need to get you some new clothes tomorrow morning; I suppose you still want to say goodbye to Kevin in person before we have to get on the plane back to LA."




Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 04



He got up from the table, clearing the dishes back to the cart and pushed it outside the door. We walked over to the sofa and sat there with my head on his shoulder, quietly looking at the city lights, mulling over the day.

"Kaylyn? I..." He leaned closer to my face, inches from my waiting lips. He leaned in to kiss me, holding me tightly; I never wanted him to let me go. He seemed to look into the depths of my copper-flecked amber eyes. 

I put my hands on his face pulling him down to my lips, wrapping my arms around his neck. I was soon touching him, gently mouth to mouth, lips to lips, my tongue exploring with a sudden urgency. 

I forget where I was, that I had only known him for a less than a day. 

Finally throwing my heart and soul into the searing heat of his embrace I pulled him over me down onto the sofa. My hands moved as quickly as his, searching... reaching inside his bathrobe... touching, touching, touching... stroking.

My hands explored, opening his robe and feeling the joy of his body. 

He responded and felt the smooth rise of my breasts. My hand continued to stroke him, feeling him become so hard it was like steel and I instinctively began to move my hand faster. 

His breathing sped up as he embraced me even more tightly. With one hand under my thighs he pulled me against him and my hand began moving even faster, tighter ... he could feel the silky smoothness of my honey-colored hand sliding against him as he tried to move with me. 

His lips moved to my neck causing me to giggle. 

"You're tickling me... there, don't stop... oh, Jesus, touch me there again," I whispered as his hand slid up between my legs, up higher and pressing, moving... moving... moving into my wetness, first one... then two and finally three fingers. 

I felt his hand leave my pussy and move my hand away from his dick.

Still holding him tightly to me, moving my hands beneath his robe and rubbing his skin, I could feel him just there, sliding his dick across my most private lips spreading my wetness onto him. With my other hand I opened myself just enough so that he could slowly insert himself into me. 

It felt strange, feeling myself slowly engulfing this hard invader. He moved it in and out of beginning of my pussy, rubbing against my lips... the wet friction was killing me.

He put his feet against the arm of the sofa to push against.

"Oh, God damn... be easy... I'm still a... umph!"

He knew I was a virgin and was trying to take it slowly, gently for my first time with him but the excitement of loving, of touching, of entering my tight virgin pussy became more than he could control. 

My body demanded that he slip into me as fast as he was able. 

What excited him was my exotic cinnamon-colored body and wild crazy golden hair combined with the unbelievably tight wetness he found... he forgot about moving slowly and quickly pushed himself in as far as he could go.

He stopped, just wanting to feel me around him, waiting as best he could for me to participate. For my pleasure he started to move just a bit, just a bit more, pulling back more and pushing deeply as his feet slammed against the sofa over and over and over. 

At first, the feeling of his thickness and length overwhelmed my virgin senses as he moved deeply within me, touching me, touching me, touching me and I soon began following his movements moving in and out.

My legs wrapping around his body, I somehow instantly knew enough to cross my ankles and lock them together as I began to match him move for more, pushing, pulling, pushing, pulling as we bounced on the sofa cushions. Over and over and over... I started to moan into his ear as I felt the his rush coming. I didn't know how to stop him from exploding to soon... 

I began to tremble beneath him just as I had done in the taxi as he shifted slightly to rub my clitoris with every move in and out. I was so close and wanted to cum before he burst inside me. 

I trembled again, this time harder, harder still, harder still until I gasped, moaned and squirmed beneath him gasping one last time. I pushed up against him with my pelvis and he finally exploded sending his life essences streaming upward into my womb to meet their eventual fate.

I lay beneath him, eyes closed, breathing ragged, one hand to my side gripping the edge of the sofa, the other gripping his back and holding him down.

"Kaylyn..." he whispered, still moving his hands and lips over my body. Kissing my breasts, kissing my neck, kissing my lips... I knew he was becoming hard again; I hoped he knew that I was damn sore from my first experience.

But... I needed more.

"Jimmmmmeeeee... do...again," I gasped, "ummmphhhh," so he moved again and again and again. This time I knew what was coming and worked harder to bring it over. 

A few minutes later we both were bouncing again on the sofa, up, down, up, down, up, down and each time he pushed forward, forward, forward I moved backwards until my head bumped into the other arm of the sofa.

Bump, bump, bump, bump... 

He had to have heard me moan... first almost silently and then louder and louder as my body's senses sent the stimulations to my mind until I knew he could hear me. 

Gasping, gasping, gasping... 

He moved his mouth to my breast, licking, licking, licking... and then my nipple, so tight and hard. He sucked twice and lightly scraped his teeth. That was enough. 

I began to move more violently, threatening to throw him out and off but thankfully he still had one arm beneath my back and my legs were still locked behind his. When I bucked, bucked, bucked against him he was able to stay inside. Sex with him had unleashed a Kaylyn unexpected, a Kaylyn hidden, a Kaylyn fantastic.

I felt the burning rush again and did nothing to stop it this time and it suddenly I was moister with another five or six spurts jetting heavily into me again. 

He continued to rock me for another minute making sure that I was... what? finished? done? satisfied? 

I gave him a sleepy smile. 

He got up, carefully lifted me from the sofa and carried me into his bedroom. 

He gently put me down on the middle of the bed and lay next to me.

"Good night, Miss Kaylyn, I hope that tomorrow will be an even better day for you. You know, it's funny, this is the first time I've ever been with a woman in a hotel room and I'm glad it's with you." 

He lightly put his hand on my face for just a moment, looking into my eyes.

I saw someone I so deeply wanted in my life, someone I could love. 

"Good night, baby."

Earlier in the day I was wondering what my real relationship would be with this handsome, very dangerous man who had brought me into his world. 

Now I knew and slept with a smile on my lips and joy in my heart. 

I finally fell asleep. 



Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 05



 Chapter 5: Oh! Well, Just Fuck Me!

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The next morning I was startled awake by the sound of someone walking around in the living area of the suite. Sitting up in a strange bed, for a moment I didn't know where I was and then slowly remembered everything from the day before. God, what a crazy ass day that was!

I was still confused... not about my feelings for the man... but how to approach the situation after spending most of the night dreaming about him.

Although I was secretly frustrated that he didn't make love to me again during the night, I was also grateful that he didn't and had done the honorable thing for I was still slightly sore from the evening before. 

Still, I found my heart wishing that he had made love to me again. 

Last night was a bridge that once crossed could never be undone, I thought.

I knew in my heart he had to be my knight in shining armor and I was the princess who was supposed to fall into his arms and live happily ever after, wasn't I? 

But... I knew he didn't want a princess to rescue... he wanted an equal partner in his life... and I was going to do whatever it took to be that partner.

I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Showering again, eyes closed, I pretended that it was his hands on my body, smoothly moving over my skin, touching, caressing... special and desired.

We had a much lighter breakfast in the suite; I was looking up from my plate, shyly stealing glances when I thought I could without being discovered. 

What little conversation that took place was of nothing and everything and yet not what was now so important to both of us.

The morning newscast brought a new revelation. Someone had cell phone video of the attack and it was now being shown on the morning television news. From the quality of the picture, it was obvious that the person was standing quite a distance away, close enough to just see what was happening but too far away to help.

He reached over the table and smiling took my hand in both of his.

Good morning, it's Wednesday, July 18th and here's the news...

On yesterday evening's newscast, we told you about the amazing story of a Marine and his girlfriend who were assaulted in the Golden Gate Park. We now have exclusive video of the event and will show it to you in a minute. 

At the beginning, the photographer was taking pictures of his friends and then noticed what was happening in the background. We have obtained a copy of the 911 call and have matched it up with the video as best we can. 

Now the 911 call does contain graphic language on the part of the alleged assailants but we have decided to leave most of it intact and have just beeped the worst of it so that you can fully understand what happened. We have also beeped out any names.

On the screen, we have captioned the 911 call because some of it is very low in volume.

Operator: 911... please state the nature of your emergency.

Woman: We're in Golden Gate Park near the Asian Museum. There are three men approaching us. We have backed into a doorway. Please hurry!

I knew he didn't want to but knew he had to. 

Jimmy watched himself face the three men and throwing the money into the air. Suddenly he was moving so fast that I think even he missed the beginning of it. 

My tight grip on his hands intensified so much it surprised him with my strength.

He winced as he saw the damage to the one with the broken arm; he heard the crack in his mind. The video paused again. 

I think Jimmy was surprised; the video did not show him giving that last violent kick to the man lying on the grass.

I could only figure that someone had decided to remove that section and it was never seen by anyone.

... as long as we're together I will die before I let anything happen to you. Please believe me.

I didn't know that part of our conversation was picked by the phone and now was being broadcast to the entire city.

I looked at him after the piece was over, my hand still squeezing his with all my might. I realized what I had been doing and pulled my hand back as if I had burned it. 

Sitting across from the breakfast table from me was a trained killer and his promise of protection was as true as the way I felt about him.

I felt emotionally drained. He risked his own life to save me, although I know now that he would have done that for anyone. 

I'm sure the only thing that stopped him yesterday was that the immediate danger was over; otherwise, I know he would have killed them without a second thought. 

His last kick had to be in retribution for calling me a... he doesn't consider me that way and was embarrassed and angry that it had happened in his presence.

Now, we're going to play this piece in slow motion, because what he did is so totally unbelievable.

That's why they say, 'Tell it to the Marines,' haha...

There was knock at the door and he went to get his .45 before answering. His sports coat was returned. He thanked them for their care and gave her several hundred dollars that he had gotten from the room safe.

"We'll have dinner with the Martins this afternoon but first we've got to go shopping for some new clothes."

I suppose my reaction to him was what he had hoped... I walked over to him and put my finger on his chest, then running my finger across his face, stopping at his mouth, opening his lips and pushing my finger in. I began a slow rhythm, moving in and out. Fuck, it got me so hot and I guess it did the same to him.

"Jimmy," I whispered, "do you know..."

Before I could finish my thought, he had scooped me up and carried me back to his bed. He put me down near the edge of the bed, pulled my robe open and gently parted my legs. He pulled me toward him putting my legs over his shoulders and moved his mouth gently up across my darker skin. 

"Oh...." was all I could whisper as his tongue slid against my pussy moving gently up and down. I moved under his face like a caught fish flopping around on a boat. 

At last, he slid his tongue between and into my wetness. I twisted against his face, my pelvis pushing up and down. 

Jimmy found my clitoris and circled it with his tongue, flicking on it. He sped up his ministrations as I began to move even faster and began a moan that didn't seem to stop. He licked it into his mouth and suckled it like a newborn child. 

I trembled like a California foreshock and waited for the quake to happen. 

Once he felt I was cumming, he increased the pressure and the speed of his tongue while his chin pushed into my pussy and rubbed around. I groaned several times, slammed my pelvis up into his face and collapsed onto the wet sheet.

"Do... do it." was all I could say and so he dropped his robe onto the floor and lowered himself onto me, pushing in as he lifted my legs up onto his arms. He looked at me, my eyes were closed as I started to thrash on the bed as my face gasped for air.

He draped his coat around me and we left.



Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 06



Chapter 6

The Morning After...

I proudly walked arm in arm with him from the hotel to a small boutique around the corner. Heads turned watching us stroll across Union Square; I was still wearing the hotel bathrobe. He walked forward into the store with me like a Marine taking the beach until he reached a sales clerk.

"Good morning, miss... I'm looking for Sondra. Is she here?"

"I shall get her right away, sir. Whom may I say is calling?"

"This is Miss Kaylyn and I'm Jim Crowell. She's going to need everything, please."

"Jim, is that you? I thought I heard your voice. Welcome back..." Sondra looked up at me.

The woman reached out with both hands and took his. 

"I'm so sorry about Miriam. I saw you at the funeral but wasn't able to talk to you then." 

She looked at up and down at me. 

"And just who is this wonderful young woman?"

Jimmy hugged the petite exotically dressed woman. 

"It's good to see you, too. Sondra, this is Kaylyn Trent and she's going to need some new clothes. Kaylyn, get whatever you want, head to toe, underwear, you know what you need... some for business and some for just fun. I'll... I'll be over there, OK? Just call me when you're ready."

Sondra nodded to one sales-woman to lock the door and put up the closed sign. 

"Come with me, dear." 

She took my hand and with several other women we went to a private viewing room in the back of the store. I could tell they were curious about my clothing but was determined to ignore it. 

I took off my hotel bathrobe and stood silently in Jimmy's underwear and my high heels. I felt as strange as I looked. I realized that I had forgotten to put on my bra and had entered the store... well, showing, I guess you could say.

Sondra pulled out her tape and began to carefully measure. 

"34B... we can work on that if you wish, I have some wonderful push-up half-bras that can boost you to a 34C or D... 24 inch waist, that's beautiful... and 34 inch hips, very, very nice, I can do so much with you... How tall are you, miss?"

"I never really thought about it. I'm 5'6" but for most of the day I know I'll be wearing 4-inch heels. For leisure I'll be wearing either 2 inch or flats."

"Miss, that will make you very, very tall... are you going to wear your hair this way?"

I blushed. "Yes, he... he likes it too much to change now... so, yes, it will stay this way, it's the least I can do for him." 

Sondra raised an eyebrow at what I said. 

She must think I'm his mistress... 

"Now, he did say 'everything,' right? That means we'll start with some intimate apparel and go from there. Ladies!" 

The other women immediately went out and found the clothing items they determined we would start with while another brought me a silk robe to wear. Sondra and I then sat down to watch a personal fashion show.

"These are by Chantelle... this is a demi-bra with lace. For some of the clothes we're going to show you, you will need several of these. These come in black and white. Catherine, would you please help Miss Kaylyn?"

I went onto a small raised stage surrounded by mirrors on the side of room and tried on the lacy fashion. "Miss, you see how it cups gently yet allows your breasts to be free? This is very good for your clothes that are a bit more daring, a dinner date, or a formal event. How does it fit?"

The fit was incredible and I wondered how I had ever worn anything else.

I turned and stared out at the woman in the mirror not believing that it was me. I raised a finger to touch the material. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"How does it fit, miss? We have the matching panties, would you care to try those also?"

A smile crept onto my face; I nodded. Pulling it up my long legs I hoped someday Jimmy would be pulling them back down. I walked out and once again stood before the three mirrors. 

"Oh, my..." was all I could say. The woman looking back at me was me but not me. I had never seen myself in such a manner.

Is that really me? I... I look so different! What will he say when he sees this? Well, not today... this is great!

"Is this satisfactory, miss?" 

Oh, God, yes this is satisfactory!

Sondra was anxious to please. She told me that years earlier Jimmy had enough faith in her to finance her business when no one else would and she never forgot his kindness.

"Why, yes... I'm sorry; I've never seen myself like this before. You said there were others?" 

I ran my fingers lightly across the smooth material.

"Yes... as I said these come in black and white and you really should have about six pairs because the materials on all these undergarments need time to regain their shape. Many women don't realize this and wear the same ones day after day and the material soon loses its shape."

Sondra nodded her head to Catherine to get the indicated items and stack them up on the two large tables near the wall. Another clerk with her laptop began a running total. 

I put my robe back on and sat down still not believing it was real.

"Miss, these are $105 each and the matching panties are $54. Jim said to get whatever you wanted. Did he give you budget to follow?"

"No, he didn't... what should I do? I can't just ask him?"

"Maybe not but I can. May I?

"Yes, please do."

Sondra soon returned. 

"I had to wake him up. He said there's no limit. 'Get whatever you want, the whole store', he said."

"Oh..." I could feel the blood moving to my face as I blushed again.

"Friends for long?"

"I'm his new executive assistant." 

Well, it WAS the truth... what was I going to say, 'we met yesterday and fucked quite a bit and almost got killed by skinheads and here we are?'

A different woman pulled out another laptop and showed me a new design. 

"Now, these are also by Chantelle... with your beautiful skin tone you should accentuate it."

I was starting to enjoy myself immensely and for the first time in my life I was having a good time in a clothes store. Before, my mother controlled my wardrobe and later I could only afford to shop at Wal-Mart.

For the next several hours it was a whirlwind of activity as clothing was brought out for my approval.

"...these are made in France and are $76 each... very comfortable... let's say five... wear a thong? ...from Italy? ...just the figure for the Italian wear... look at some business clothes? ...on TV, weren't you? ...trying to keep it quiet... not happy...won't say anything... some business fashions... let's see... a knit design made in America... a smooth silhouette... very comfortable... $1200... $800... 

Catherine, send out for lunch... in any other colors?...that acceptable?... the one in red, please... everyday in the office...please bring out these black skirt and white blouse... stretch wool... comes to the knee... blouse is a with French cuffs... comes out to $390... three skirts and five different blouses... have them in pastels."

I just nodded my head, having lost track of the total cost so far. Ah, I didn't care... if I had to I could now afford these by myself.

"casual outfits... the new Armani... Italian outfit is... yet modest... little over $2200... elegant... quality is evident... as you can see... make your long legs a standout...do you like it?

...know you'll like them... a pair of Louboutin hyper pumps... like these shoes very much... go with everything you've gotten so far... high-heel shoe... hidden platform... lift to five inches... take a little time to get used to..."

I almost flew out of the chair putting on the clothes that the woman handed me. I went to the mirror and looked. I was taller than ever. No one could ever overlook me again. I hoped that Jimmy liked it.

"The shoes?"

"$865. We also have some Louboutin pumps for everyday wear. They all have the high heels you wish and are $595 each."

"Good, I'll take three pairs, please."

As dress after dress was brought out, I considered just how to present them to Jimmy, the man I was now determined to marry. I'll put on my own fashion show... at least the outerwear. The intimate fashions will have to wait for later.

Hours later in the late afternoon, one of the women came to find him still asleep in the chair. "Excuse me, sir... sir? The young lady is ready for you."

I saw him through the curtains suppress a yawn as he followed her to the private viewing rooms where we were waiting. 

He stopped dead in his tracks. 

I hoped it was because I took his breath away as I swirled around like a girl on the way to the prom.

Aside from the new clothes, Sondra had called a very fashionable beauty salon and they had sent over two women to transform me, an almost pretty, young woman into a devastatingly beautiful woman, all the while accenting the best aspects of my honey-colored complexion. 

My hair which I had worn in such large curls just for that day was now my signature look. I knew it somehow excited him to see me with my hair teased out. The women had somehow used their magic and made my hair shine even more with the golden highlights I already had.

I began to model for him the various clothes they had chosen. One by one I wore each type of outfit for his approval. After I had finished with the business outfits I wore the various casual clothing including a black outfit that included a Lepore skirt known as "Trouble Maker". 

With the black leggings and the tight cashmere sweater I thought I was a visual knockout and hoped that it would be something that I would wear just for him.

Each time I came out... I became a new person... this was going to be a very interesting life we were going to have together... I had better never take him for granted. As soon as we get back to Malibu I was going to do something about it... to really show him how much I loved him.

"Jimmy... what do you think? I hope that you like them?"

"Miss Kaylyn, as beautiful as you are right now... I could just... Uhh... What else do you have back there?"

"Just a minute, let me change." 

The clerk standing next to him showed him her laptop where she was keeping a running tally of our purchases. He just nodded; I guess he considered the costs negligible for the show he was getting and I hoped to give him for the rest of his life.

I disappeared back into the dressing room and soon returned with a very dark pinstriped blue business suit with a matching set of skirts and later with another in gray. 

By now the running tally was nearly $100,000 but he just continued nodding his head in agreement. 

I returned with a spun silk black dress that draped over the left shoulder. I came closer to him and slowly turned around. 

"Do you like this one, Jimmy, do you?" I whispered in his ear.

For a moment he didn't know what to say. 

"Does it come in other colors?" 

He spoke so quietly that Sondra strained to hear him.

"Yes, Jim, a deep red and a dark blue. This design requires dark colors to look its best."

"So I see. Please add those to the list. What else do you have?"

I walked back into the dressing room, slightly frustrated.

I wished I could get some more reaction from him other than just saying 'OK, buy it'... I didn't understand him; one minute he was the perfect gentleman, then he acted like a lover and then he was afraid of me, somehow.

Maybe he was afraid of doing something really stupid, after all we had just met and became lovers in one day and he was now my boss... that had to be it! Especially after last night and this morning... I had come so close to totally passing out as he grabbed my ass and pushed himself farther and farther inside me as he filled me with his cum...

I came out with a light yellow cream-colored dress highlighting my complexion and hair color.

"Oh, my God, look at that..." he said and then became embarrassed. I supposed he didn't know he was thinking out loud until just that moment.

"Damn... oops, I'm sorry. That is... very nice. Are there any similar ones? Let's get a whole bunch; you look incredible." 

I thanked God. Finally! I had begun to worry that it was going to be a strange one-night stand and after sleeping with the boss, never again... what did I know?

Sondra turned toward him. 

"We're now going to look at some evening gowns, Jim. Would you like something to drink?"

"Some water with ice would be nice. My throat seems a little dry. Thank you."

While one of the women practically ran to get several bottles of Fiji water I came out with the first of the gowns. 

The first one was a Shoji gown, black with a traditional treatment at the shoulders. It would do, I thought, but not quite the knockout I was hoping for. Maybe I should put it back.

Sondra turned to Jimmy. "I know you're going to like this next one. It perfectly accents her skin tone and tall figure. It's by Cavalli, Italian silk lined at $2100."

I strolled into the room, following his last comments finally confident in my new apparel. The gown, both dramatic and elegant, had a one-shoulder design and a deeply dipping back, the hemline reaching down to just above my shoes. 

It took full advantage of my slim features and with my new make-up and refreshed hairstyle I was so different from the woman he met in Kevin's office. 

With a deep black color at the shoulder it wrapped around, a tiger print crossed the front until it ended in a dark brown color at my feet. 

Dancing with him will be a joy and the envy of every woman that sees us. Things are looking up.

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat trying to rearrange the erection in his pants without being obvious to the women in the room but I was watching closely and happily saw the hard bulge in his pants.

Several other gowns were approved including one that was all black silk and then Sondra told him I wanted to show him some casual date skirts. 

I immediately came out from behind the drapes and Jimmy almost dropped his glass of water into his lap. That would have cooled him off in a hurry!

Sondra spoke as I moved toward him. "This is a Herve Leger Batik mini-dress. As you can see, while modest from the neckline the back is quite exposed making a statement on its own. 

The style is called 'bandage' because of its tight fit and can really only be worn by women like her. The hemline is mid-thigh but will not ride up. The light blue-silver pattern really works with her complexion, don't you think so?"

Jimmy just sat there, his mouth slightly open. 

He did it again and spoke softly but still loud enough that we all heard him.

"I'm with her and she's wearing this... I'm going to have to beat them off with a stick... a baseball bat... I wondered what else she has back there."

"Jim? Jim? Are you all right, sir?" 

Sondra laughed to herself, well aware what effect I was having on him. The poor man's erection was now obvious even to the boutique owner. She winked at me.

"Just a moment, please." 

He stood up to re-arrange his pants and pulled out his Blackberry and called Miriam's parents, the Gylers. 

"Hi... we'll be just a little late; we're running behind schedule here. I'll call as soon as we leave. Thanks."

There were several other silk dresses, all which had Jimmy's full attention, all with hemlines ending mid-thigh and one that was low on top and high on the bottom and he swore was for him alone. A sheepskin-lined leather coat for $3000, an Italian trench-coat for $1000... at this point it seemed he didn't care what anything cost, as if his subconscious was controlling his spending.

Sondra leaned over to whisper to him. 

"Kaylyn's picked out a few things that she said were just for you so we're going to leave for a little bit... you can call us when you're ready. Girls." 

They walked out. 

When the room was empty I walked in wearing a pair of beige denim pants that barely existed and were trying in vain to cover both my ass and my pussy. It failed on all accounts and I knew I had the right clothes for him. 

"Do you like it, Jimmy? They're just for you... for, you know... if you want to be alone with me. You do, don't you? Malibu's by the ocean... we could go swimming..." 

Calling up some inherent ability every woman seems to have known since Eve I walked up to him and sat on his lap... I hoped I wasn't being too forward but after what happened just this morning... 

"Jimmy?" 

"Kaylyn, you are... you are... oh, God, yes, you are." 

He reached out and brought me to him, holding me tightly with one arm while his other hand was massaging my thighs. I then knew the pants were too tight for his fingers to go under the cloth. It was a clear case of 'look but don't touch'. 

I laid my head on his shoulder; he buried his face in my curls breathing deeply. I never want to move again yet knew that at some point we would have to. 

I refused to let him go as he seemed to look into the depths of my soul through of my copper-flecked amber eyes, and moved in to kiss me. 

I put my hands on his face pulling him down to me lips, wrapping my arms around his neck. I was unaware of anything but him, touching him, gently mouth to mouth, lips to lips, my tongue exploring with a sudden urgency that made me forget where I was, that I had only known him for a two days, finally throwing my heart and soul into the searing heat of his embrace as I unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out.

"Kaylyn... Kaylyn, dear..." 

I ignored whatever he was saying and slipped off his lap and onto the floor. I leaned forward and faced his dick straight in the eye. I licked my lips for they had suddenly gone dry. I had never done this before and hoped that it would be all right.

I licked the head of his dick several times and then opened my mouth just enough so that it came against my lips. I opened them only enough to let it slip across as I wanted to feel it slide inside my mouth and rest on my tongue. 

It was the strangest feeling have his dick there. It was very warm and seemed to throb with a life of its own. My tongue began to move around my mouth tasting his dick. It tasted of him... what else could I think?

My right hand was still holding most of it and I began to move it back and forth, taking the skin with me. It never occurred to me to see if any of the women were looking I was so lost in what I was doing.

His hands rested on the top of my head, pushing down my curls. I didn't care. 

My tongue continued to slither around the front of his dick as my hand seemed to move faster on its own.

I moved forward enough so that I could feel him move to the back of my mouth. His hands held my head still and he pulsed into my mouth an unbelievable amount of semen. At least, it was a lot to me... I didn't know one way of the other as I gave him my virgin mouth to fuck. He pulled back just enough so I didn't choke on the heavy liquid still pouring down my throat. I was pretty sure that with plenty of practice I could probably do what they called 'deep-throating' but definitely not then.

His moanings began to fill my ears as the rushing sound of my blood faded from my head. I came back from whatever dreamland I had fallen into. 

"Kaylyn, dear, we've got to get going. C'mon, sweetheart..." 

I answered his entreaties by swallowing him again, this time, slower, longer, and deeper. I licked up whatever was on his dick and wiped my face with my fingers before putting them one at a time into my mouth.

"Oh, Jimmy, I'm so in love with you. Please, don't ever hurt me."

I wanted him as lover and husband. I seemed so happy with myself, so full of joy, I felt young again... What more could I have asked for?

"I love you, too, Kaylyn. There, I've said it... we're going to have to be married; I can't continue like this. Kaylyn, when we get home, I want..."

I looked into his eyes so deeply I thought I was looking into his soul.

"...when we get home?"

"Yes, when we get home."




Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 06



He stood up and reached down to pull me to my feet.

"Is there anything else you need, Kaylyn? You've everything, top to bottom? Shoes? We need to get to the Gylers. What do you want to wear tonight?"

"I thought one of the business suits. Is that all right?"

"Sweetheart, that's perfect... and we don't want to give Sol a heart attack, now do we? What happened to your skirt from yesterday?"

"I've already thrown it away... I want to forget everything that happened."

"Everything?"

I smiled, still licking my lips searching for any semen that I had missed. 

"Well, maybe not everything? Do you really want to get more like this one?"

"You have no idea what... uhh, I mean, yah, sure, if you want... let's just get a few more, maybe ten, OK? You look..." He whispered in my ear, "...so very fucking nice."

I went to the ladies' room to wash my face and wash my mouth out and then to the entrance of the room to call the women back in. Sondra turned to Christine and they went to find several other blue and green pastel colored silk dresses as well as other shorts that had so excited him. 

I will make sure that I will always have a couple of these packed away, I thought to myself. I smiled, feeling my life complete at last.

"Great, Sondra, what's the damage?" 

He looked at the bill on the laptop, smiled and handed over his card.

A few minutes later she returned with the card and the twenty-six page receipt. He signed, put his card and receipt in his pocket and called for a cab. 

I returned wearing a dark blue skirt, a white silk blouse and a matching dark cashmere sweater while he arranged to have everything else delivered to the Drake. He gave the saleswomen $1500 and asked them to have a nice dinner.

He stood next to me and put his arm around my inviting waist and smiled.

I thought I was so dreaming... I didn't want to wake up... I would have rather slept in this fantasy world forever. Oh, my God. I was so in love with this man whether I wanted to or not. He did love me.

I suddenly stood silently next to him with a dark look on my face. Jimmy was at a loss. He realized the last two days had been rather hectic but did not expect this reaction.

He whispered into my ear, "Kaylyn, what's the matter? Have I done something wrong?"

"No... I'm sorry, you're wonderful, Jimmy. I was just thinking of my mama and daddy and how they never got to see any of this."

"That's all right, Kaylyn. I do understand. We've got each other now."

My hand came up and touched his. There was a sharp, almost electric burn through my fingers to my heart.

God, his touch was driving me crazy. There was no denying it; I was lost in love with a man I had only known a couple of days!

"Yes, oh, yes, Jimmy," I whispered back. My breathing became shallow and rapid. I wouldn't let go of his hand, I couldn't let go of his hand.

We silently held each other for a while as we waited for the cab but then started talking like boyfriend and girlfriend. He learned that I had never learned to drive, using public transportation throughout the Bay area. I learned that he had a collection of American classic cars that he promised to show me the soonest time possible.

"If you want I can teach you to drive. It will be a lot of fun. You'll see."

The cab finally arrived to take us to the Gylers. 



Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 07



 Ch 7 The Dinner of a Lifetime



Almost shyly we went hand in hand to the front porch of the Gylers. Jimmy hesitated and then almost too forcefully knocked on the door. After a minute that took forever, Jimmy was going to ring the bell but Sol answered.

"Come in, come in. We've been waiting for you." He stepped aside as Jim and I walked into the small house. 

"Dara, they're here! Sometimes she doesn't hear too well. I'll go get her. Please, sit down." 

The old man disappeared into the back of the house. 

"Dara, where are you?"

Jimmy tried hard not to laugh; his affection for the old couple transcended any quirks in their personalities. When Miriam had died they had maintained the relationship knowing their original displeasure had delayed marriage until it was too late.

Dara came out from the kitchen wiping her hands on a bright pink colored apron. 

Jim and I stood up. "Mom... Dad, I'd like you to meet Kaylyn."

Dara gave Jim a kiss on the cheek and then looked up at me and hugged me. "Welcome to our home, Kaylyn. We are so happy to meet you; please, please... make yourself at home. 

Would you like to have something to drink? We only have soft drinks and since we knew you were coming I made some ice tea for Jim." 

Dara realized she was talking too fast and stopped.

"Ice tea would be fine, thank you." 

Meeting the parents of Jimmy's lost fiancé was a most anxious moment for me. 

What would they think of me now that I'm actually here? Now that they have seen I'm black? It had to be uncomfortable for them too, for the loss of their daughter was now complete. Would they hate me for taking her place?

"Come with me, dear. Sol, what's the matter with you? Take her sweater and be careful with it. Knowing Jim, it costs a pretty penny." 

After Sol had taken my cashmere away, Dara took my hand, led me into the kitchen and motioned me to sit at the small table there. 

Dara leaned against the counter near the sink.

A heavy silence had entered the room with us until Dara finally spoke up. 

"Kaylyn? May I call you, Kaylyn? When I talked with him on the phone, I'm afraid I did most of the talking. I don't know what Jimmy told you about Miriam, about us or even what I said, so if you don't mind I'd like to start at the beginning."

Impossible to do anything else I nodded, folded my hands in my lap and listened to the woman confessing what she had done to Miriam and Jim.

For years they had balked at the possibility that their daughter would marry Jim. It had something to do with their being Jewish and he was Catholic. It was the same crap that my mother had to endure because of her color.

As time went by their affection slowly grew for him and they gave their blessing, then the shock of their daughter's death and finally how she had told him to pursue me if he could. 

I now fully understood how much I owed Dara, the mother of the woman Jimmy had been going to marry.

"Jim... will love you forever... I'll be honest, I don't think he will ever stop loving Miriam, but as we spoke yesterday on the phone I knew his interest in you is so strong I had to tell him to take you with him. 

Am I correct, that he's done more than that? It's all right if you don't want to say anything, I'm just a nosy old woman."

What could I do? Tell her nothing was happening yet it was so obvious? Should I tell her the truth and chance breaking her heart?

I decided to tell her the truth. 

"I don't understand it, myself. We just met yet there's been something bringing us together. I'm not sure if it's the stress that we've been under or the newness of the relationship or just the excitement of the situation... what should I do, Mrs. Gyler, what should I do? Will I be OK with him?"

My hands began to shake and I moved them beneath the tabletop. 

"He's told me that he loves me; he almost killed those men to protect me; he's treated me like a lady and given me gifts that I could not even dream about last week and a job with him that can make me wealthy beyond anything I can imagine... what should I do? Please, you've known him for years... I am so lost."

The truth was, even though I felt he loved me I wasn't sure how deep it was. I was truly scared of the future... he had such great expectations of me... I didn't know if I could live up to them. 

And was I really in love with him or just caught up in the moment. I admitted to myself that it could be possible... the job, the events in the park, the sex... oh, the sex... and this morning, all those clothes. I felt I was a swimmer caught in a riptide pulling me out to the sharks waiting in the deep.

"Kaylyn, you can call me Dara. I'm going to be as honest with you as you've been with me. I would give anything for my daughter to be married to Jim... but... that's a fantasy that I have pushed away to a special place of my heart. 

I've never seen him so excited since he and Miriam... well, anyway... he is a unique person, at times so serious, so foolish or so happy he's like a boy with a new toy. He's very intelligent and gets frustrated when people don't understand what he's saying.

But this I know. He's the most wonderful person you'll ever know and if he says he's in love with you then he is from the bottom of his heart, forever. 

Right now he's working with the idea of being in love with two women at the same time... one that is lost forever and one that is here wanting to love him back.

You do care for him? I didn't even think to ask, I'm so sorry. Do you?"

I looked up and it all became clear in my mind. 

"Oh, yes, I do. I don't know if it's because he's been so nice to me or he's the first real man I've ever met... but yes, I do. 

I think it was when we were having lunch together and just spoke about our lives. I've thought about this myself over the last two days... not a very long time, is it? 

But if Jimmy loves me as you say then I will love him back for as long as I live. I would be the best wife he could have... oh, God, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it like that."

"I know, dear, it's all right. If you can make him happy then I know that Miriam would be happy, too. Let's just talk about you. You look beautiful. Is that what caught his eye? 

I know that he's had plenty of opportunities with beautiful women throwing themselves at him because of his money."

"No, Jimmy said it was because he liked my eyes, my 'laughing eyes' as he called them and that he was most interested in my intelligence. Jimmy told me that he had the government check me out. I've only looked like this since this morning. I'm the plain girl next door."

"Kaylyn, you have the most exotic eyes I've ever seen... they look like bright gold. As far as being plain, maybe you were but that means he's in love with you, the real you, not some painted airhead."

I nodded my head, remembering what he had said to me our first night together.

"So, dear, tell me something not so serious. If he's happy if you're happy then we are and will support you as long as you want. 

C'mon, some girl talk. What did you do today? He said something about running late."

For the next several hours I described the last two day's events, how the different clothes were bought, how the beauticians had completely changed my looks, how some outfits were 'just for him'. I blushed, hands covering my face.

Dara whispered, "Have you...?"

"Ummm, well, you see... oh, I might as well tell you. Last night was the first time for me. I was a virgin but after everything that happened I guess we just got caught up in... it was wonderful, I never knew... 

I think Jimmy wants to marry me. Crazy, isn't it? 

He is a good man, isn't he? Jimmy wouldn't treat me that way unless he was serious, would he?"

I still had doubt lurking in the back of my heart... life was too good to be true and I was scared no matter how I tried to rationalize it.

Dara looked at me and grasped I was actually afraid of the situation. 

"Oh, no, Kaylyn. If he made love to you he wants to marry you. There's no doubt about it in my mind. Don't worry; everything is going to be wonderful. You'll see."



"Hey, we're hungry out here! Where's the food?"

"Oh, Sol... take it easy, will you? I'll get it."

"Dara, what do you want me to do?"

"There's some nice steaks in the fridge, why not bring them out to those two and put them to work. Sol's been grilling more than steaks out there, that I know... then would you please make the salad?"

After I took the meat out, I came back to find Dara standing by the countertop gripping it with both her hands, eyes closed, tears forming. 

I reached out to the woman and Dara fell into my embrace softly crying for her lost daughter. I could only stand there and hold her gently as Dara cried on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Kaylyn... I didn't mean to do that. It's just..."

"Dara, it's all right. I think I understand. I have no one now except for Jim. Would you... would you be my mom? Please?"

For a moment she was speechless and then her eyes gained a small sparkle. 

"Oh, yes... thank you..." 

I used my cuff to wipe Dara's tears. 

"That's silk, it will be ruined!"

"I don't care, it doesn't matter. I better get that salad made or those guys are going to be screaming bloody murder." 

I finished wiping the old woman's tears away and looked in the refrigerator for the lettuce and tomatoes.

By the time the steaks were done the table had been set, the salad was made and I was putting a new pitcher of ice tea on the countertop.

"I'll say a blessing," started Dara, "thank you, God, Giver of all life, for us together today. Thank you for our Miriam and the time we had with her, for our Jim and what he has brought to our lives and now Kaylyn, our new daughter."

Both men looked up in astonishment. Sol smiled in agreement, Jim, in what I thought had to be silent relief.



With the cab waiting at the curb the Gylers said goodbye. "You remember what I told you, boy," said Sol firmly.

"Yes, Dad, I will, don't worry. Goodbye, Mom... are you going to come south for a visit, now?"

"Yes, now that there's a good reason, I will. I don't want to hear that you're not treating this girl right... and stay out of parks for a while, please." 

Dara kissed me on the cheek, "Thank you, Kaylyn... for understanding an old woman's feelings. Don't worry, he'll do whatever you want, you'll see."

The ride back to the hotel was quiet in a good way, we were just holding hands and being happy.

I knew I had just had the most important dinner of my life.



Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 08



Chapter 8: A First Time for Everything

I saw Jimmy looking at the huge stack of boxes and dresses hanging on racks filling the suite's living room. 

"That's... that's quite a lot of clothes, Jimmy." 

And it really was, over a hundred thousand dollars worth. Every tight fitting piece did it's best to accentuate whatever physical charms I had.

If people had told me a few days ago that I was going to have that much clothing I would have laughed in their faces. But then, I never expected to make love to the wonderful man standing near me the first night I met him, either. 

Although I was a virgin the previous day, I made up in enthusiasm what I lacked in experience. Besides, I thought to myself, there were no bad habits to break.

Jimmy looked at me and smiled. "And every penny was worth it just to see the look on your face but there's no way this is going to fit into a Hummer."

Calling his flight crew at the Coast Guard air station just south of the city, he indicated that he was going to need a clean van to come along.

"How long to get here?"

There was some conversation from the other end but I couldn't hear it.

"No, I'm good. It will be just the two of us so we can put a lot of these boxes and such in the back of the plane. Call me when you're about five minutes out. Thanks."

"Jimmy, how long do we have?"

"A little over a half hour before we have to leave the room. Why? Do you want to watch TV or something?"

I licked my lips in a manner that I hoped was sensual and started pulling him back to the bedroom. 

"Or something..." I said, as I sat him down on the edge of the bed. I knelt down on the thick rug and reaching out, slowly unzipped his pants. Reaching in, I pulled out his dick which was already becoming hard to the touch. 

Looking at it up close, I was somewhat daunted. Using the internet, I found out the average size was between 5 and 6 inches and even though that's what it probably was, it was still in my face waiting.

"Look who wants to come out and play..." I teased, slowly stroking it. I licked it for a few moments, running my tongue from the head down the shaft and to his balls. 

I licked his balls and sucked one into my mouth.

I could feel him tense up. I thought I was doing something wrong but then he panted, "Oh, God, that's fantastic."

"Lift up a bit," I said and then pulled his pants and shorts off and onto the floor.

I guess I wasn't so bad after all. 

I wanted to him to feel my lips so I only opened my mouth just enough to slide his dick in and let it rest on my tongue. I could taste him but didn't know what to compare it to, the whole experience so different from anything I've ever done before. There was just a little saltiness to it. 

I realized later that it was from the liquid nature provided to ease his dick into my pussy.

So much for the appetizer. 

I knew it was time to hurry up a little and so began rubbing his dick with my tongue, pushing it up and back to my throat with one hand while I held his balls with my other. 

I tried not to gag but I did anyway and tried to relax. 

Suddenly he gave a little push and his dick entered back into my throat. 

I felt rather stretched out and couldn't breathe but it was my idea in the first place and knew I had to get it done right, if not for him for myself. With enough practice I knew I would do better.

"You're OK, Kaylyn, just relax. You can breathe... just breathe through your nose..."

I tried to calm down, the whole time his hard dick filling my mouth and seemingly blocking my throat. 

Jimmy put his hands on my head and gently pulled his dick back. 

I could breathe again! It was such a relief. I actually thought I was going to pass out there on the rug. That would have been so embarrassing for me; I wouldn't have known what to do or what he could possibly think about me.

I took his dick and pumped it several times and some of his semen started to shoot out. I had never seen anything like this up close for real. It was amazing how it worked.

"Kaylyn, you don't have to."

"I want to, Jimmy... just give me a second to get it right. I want to take deep... for you."

I took the time to take several deep breaths and get ready for another try. I looked at him and gave him a nervous smile and then licked my lips one more time.

I moved forward once more and this time was able to push it all the way through and down my throat. God, what a slut I had become with him! 

Yesterday at the boutique I had pleasured him right there in the fitting area. 

At the time I knew I wasn't ready to 'deep-throat' him but I was determined to do it this morning one way or the other.

I pulled back just a bit and took a deep breath and then moved forward again and it slid down my throat. I let my teeth gently scrape across his skin and his moans of encouragement told me that he liked it. 

My left hand was bracing me on his knee and the other one was stroking the part that I thought was just was too long to fit. Several times I had to put my fingers on his cum that was around my lips and spread it on his dick because my hand was drying out his skin.

My hair must have started blocking his view because he put his hands on my hair and pulled it back out of the way. I remember thinking at the time that my expensive hair styling was dead and gone.

Feeling him start to swell and twitch I grabbed his dick with both hands and pulled it all the way back inside as he gushed down my throat for what seemed forever. My nose was against his hair and it tickled so much that I almost started to giggle.

He shook several times as he rubbed the back of my head with both his hands still tangled in my curls.

When I thought he was finished, I pulled back and began licking him clean. I found that for some reason I really liked the taste of his cum and wondered how quickly I had become so addicted to his taste. 

A thought flew through my head... was it just him or would any good looking well-endowed man affect me the same way? 

Truthfully, I didn't want to ever find out. He loved and excited me enough, no... so much that I wouldn't consider straying and from a personally selfish reason, why would I ever want to give up the lifestyle he had provided for me?

Damn! In the space of only two and a half days I had not only become Jimmy's personal slut but I was also thinking like a call-girl. 

Whatever happened to the innocent virgin girl I had been only two days ago? I guess she was lost and gone back in San Francisco. She could stay there as far as I was concerned.

I went into the bathroom and wet a washcloth to wipe him completely clean and then washed my face and rinsed out my mouth. No sense in letting the world know what a slutty cocksucker I had become.

Five minutes later a group of hotel bellman began taking the clothing downstairs to the lobby.

Almost an hour after his call to the air station a tan Hummer and a dark blue van pulled up in front of the hotel and a very handsome Marine officer walked in.

"Good afternoon, Colonel."

"Good afternoon, Lieutenant Leveran. This is Miss Trent; she'll be accompanying us back to Los Angeles. These are all hers."

Leveran looked incredulously at all the boxes and plastic-covered clothes on hangers.

"Good afternoon, Miss Trent. I'll be right back." 

I had noticed there was no 'saluting' between the men. Was it because he wasn't in the Marines anymore or in uniform or was it... what the hell did I know about the military?

Leveran left the hotel lobby and quickly returned with two others to supervise the bellmen loading the van. 

"All right, let's get this stuff loaded and be careful about it." 

Finally my entire wardrobe had been taken to the van and I then really felt my new life was starting... that everything up to this moment had just been preparation... the legal secretary position with Kevin, the crazy interview with Jimmy... even the fantastic sex we had, it was all just for this.

"Miss Trent, Colonel Crowell... Are you ready to go? Good. We should get there in plenty of time." 

I sat in the back seat; Jimmy sat in the front with the lieutenant.

"How long do you think it will take to get back to the field?" Jimmy asked.

"Well, considering traffic, about an hour 'till you're wheels up," answered Leveran.

I, caught up in my own dreams, just heard the last part. 

Just who was my Jimmy? My Jimmy... was that who he was? Considering what we've done since meeting, I certainly was his Kaylyn. Every time I thought about him, whatever image I had of him changed to fit the new information. 

Even though he had told me a lot of personal stuff I still felt I was missing the whole picture... I was too close to the center. 

He could call the Marines for a ride, had a plane on a government airfield and bought things without thinking about the price... 

That was amazing enough but as I soon found out, nothing compared to what would happen later.

Heading south through the heavy traffic on the 101 we eventually reached the airfield. The lieutenant held out his military identification; after checking his list the armed guard opened the gate and waved us through. 

Jimmy pointed out to me a white Gulfstream V sitting off to the side with two men in uniform standing nearby. As soon as the two vehicles stopped they came forward to retrieve the purchases of the morning. The men eventually finished carrying the packages onto the plane and drove away in the van.

"Kaylyn, why don't you get on board, I'll be there in a minute. If you want anything to snack on, we have a refrigerator on board with some goodies."

As I left, I could hear the lieutenant say, "Your wife sure loves you, I can tell."

The remark must have caught Jimmy off guard for just a moment... what would he say? That he only met me a few days earlier? 

Were my feelings for him so obvious that even this man could see them?

"Why, thank you very much. I love her, I hope, just as much."

I knew he had enjoyed the 'deep-throat' I had given him just that morning. 

I didn't know shit, I thought.

I walked down the center aisle of the Gulfstream running my hand over the smooth leather seat backs. My many boxes were on the floor in the back and most of the seats.

Jimmy entered the plane's cabin and took a seat watching me explore the plane. 

I was wearing a $1500 splotched black and white silk dress that just reached to my knees. 

Wearing a new pair of leather high heels and a set of turquoise earrings I had hoped I was a vision that would quicken his desire for me. 

I couldn't wait to see what happened when I sat down and the dress would ride up my thighs. 

"If you sit on the left side you can see San Francisco when we leave."

I sat down in the front set of seats facing the rear of the plane. 

"Why, thank you. Will we leave soon?"

"In a short bit, don't forget your seatbelt." 

As I had hoped, the dress did ride up a bit on my thighs, giving him the private show I had wanted.

Jimmy closed and locked the cabin door and knocked on the cockpit wall. 

"OK, gentlemen, let's go home." 

He sat down facing me across the club four-seat layout.

"Jimmy, this is the first time I've ever flown."

"Looks like there'll be a lot of firsts for you now, Kaylyn."

My mind ran wild with thoughts. I would keep sleeping with you on top of the list, Jimmy. Was I that... I couldn't help it. I had really liked him, no, somehow I knew I really did love him, especially after yesterday. 

"The last two nights have been everything I had ever hoped for."

I tingled, remembering his hands as they had roamed during the night's passion. I giggled to myself like a schoolgirl on her first date, my face turning red. 

I could just about hear the two Navy aviators finishing their pre-flight checks.

"...second engine started, transponder on ...hydraulics checked, APU's on..."

I looked across to my Jimmy. He smiled back at me, his eyes seeming to promise anything and everything. I tried to push whatever insecurities were lurking in my subconscious clean out of the plane and wanted so desperately to leave them behind me.

"...and Miss Kaylyn, Colonel, one time from the flight deck, we'd like to welcome you aboard... we're going to be underway momentarily.... sit back relax and enjoy the flight. 

Please remember to fasten your seat-belts... since we'll be flying along the coast, life jackets are located in the front and rear of the plane."

The engines on the jet spooled up and increased in noise. 

"...cleared to taxi to runway heading..." 

We taxied out to the end of the runway and the pilot announced that we were cleared right after a Japan 747 left SFO.

"Navy 37, you are cleared for take-off. Best wishes to the colonel and a safe trip home for all of us."

The plane sat still for a moment at the end of the runway as the engines reached full power and then it began to roll faster and faster down the rubber-streaked runway, bumping around a little along with way.

"100 knots... V-1, rotate... V-2... gear up.

"Hang on, Kaylyn, this is the fun part. Look out your window, you can wave goodbye to the city."

"Tower, Navy 37 wheels up... Thank you, tower. See you next time."

The jet swooped from the ground and entered its natural element. I tightly gripped the seat arms and carefully peeked out the window as San Francisco was quickly left behind and far below.

Within moments we flew over the Bridge and out to the ocean, the jet's engines humming along in the background. I looked down on the colorful fishing boats along the coast and then they disappeared in the summer fog.

Some color was beginning to come back to my face as I settled back into the soft leather seat and my breathing slowed to normal.

"That was fantastic! You do this often, don't you, Jimmy?"

"It depends on what's going on, Kaylyn... This time I had a meeting with Kevin and you know the rest. I was able to combine some business..." he smiled at her, "with some pleasure.

We should land about an hour from now unless we see something interesting. LA to Frisco... by the time we get up to cruising altitude it's time to come back down. 

Anything in the western states, if I can I usually take a Gulfstream, even to Hawaii as long as the number of people going is small; for longer flights to Europe, Asia or Australia or with a larger crowd we use a 767. I have one that we use for Corporation business. It flies higher and has the range although this one does quite well when it has to."

"They said Navy 37... what does that mean?"

"Although this plane is the Corporation's private plane it has a military designation because sometimes I use it for military transport."

"What am I to you, Jimmy? Am I to be your lover, your mistress or what?"

Jimmy sat there, his face becoming red.

"What are you to me? I know what I want you to be?"

"I'm whatever you want me to be, Jimmy, but I need to know what that is."

He sat there for a moment looking out the cabin window at the empty sky.

"Kaylyn, I want to marry you. I want to marry you so much. I want to marry you as soon as I can but I wanted to ask you in a romantic setting, not running around San Francisco or in a hotel bedroom. 

You deserve better and when we get home I'm going to take care of it. Believe me... please."

Jimmy stood up in the aisle. 

"I'm being a poor host." He went to the small refrigerator at the back of the plane and took out a six-pack of A&W and bags of snacks. 

He took one of the drinks and opened it and offered it to me. I smiled but shook my head 'no', afraid I might spill on my new dress.

"Look, sweetheart, there's Monterey down there. Have you ever read Jack London?"

"Yes, I have... my father gave me the love for books at a very early age. He would read classics to me every night. 

We almost never watched television. I don't even have one now."

I think that's going to change now, though, I thought.

"He said that if you can read, any book can take you anywhere or teach you anything you want to know. 

I remember the story about the marine biologist who was living in Monterey. His friends decided to throw him a birthday party but he wasn't even there and his house was soon filled with hundreds of escaped frogs. 

Everyone was so drunk they almost burned his house down. I laughed so hard I couldn't stop all night after that one and before I knew it, it was morning. London had a great sense of humor. 

I'm sorry I'm just talking away... I guess I'm a little nervous."

He whispered, "Kaylyn, you're wonderful... don't let anyone tell you differently. That's one of my favorites, too. Maybe next year we can go to the Monterey Pop Festival. Would you like that?"

"Yes, I would. That would be wonderful. Thank you."

"Listen, I don't know how many times I have to tell you, I wouldn't have ever offered you this position if I didn't have full confidence with you. I believe you are a very special, intelligent person whom I happen to be in love with."

"I... Uh-oh... I would like to say goodbye to Kevin again, if that's all right?"

"Here's my BlackBerry, give him a call. You'll have one soon enough."

"Thank you... 

Hello... may I speak to Kevin please... this is Kaylyn Trent. Yes, I'll wait." 

Turning toward him I said, "She needs to work on her phone..."

"Hello, Kevin? It's Kaylyn. I wanted to call and say thank you again. I will never forget what you've done for me. Yes... yes... yes, I'm afraid so. Yes, it was very upsetting... yes, I really was scared but I now know that Jimmy would never let anything happen to me... yes, it's Jimmy, now. 

I don't know, I haven't thought that far ahead. I have to call him 'Colonel', though, when there are other people around. Yes, I know. I will... wait a minute; he wants to talk to you. Goodbye."

I passed the phone back.

"Kevin, how are you? Yes, I know... I know... what's wrong with 'Jimmy'? ...don't forget you'll be getting a call from the SFPD. Very nice people... you'll be handling anything dealing with those I almost... right... I'll talk to you later in the week. Goodbye."

As the plane continued down the coast Jimmy spoke quietly. 

"When we get to Malibu we'll get you settled in with your apartment there and then go shopping for some furniture. You'll be the first person to live there so it's empty except for the flatscreens... and, of course, the kitchen appliances. 

When I say empty I'm not kidding; there's not even a rug in there!

I think you'll like the view and my room is right next down the hall.

We're going to be closer than most married couples, I hope."

When I heard that I felt so much better for it meant more to me than the promise of an engagement.

"Your position with me will be as my right hand man... woman, whatever...you know what I mean. And as far as our lives go there can be no secrets between us. Is that clear? 

We're going to work as one person from here on out. I will have no secrets from you, except for military matters until you get your clearances and you are going to have no secrets from me. Are you still on board with that?"

"Yes, Jimmy." 

My mind raced again through the future. 'Closer than most married couples...' That evening, I hoped to show him all my secrets... I hoped that he wouldn't have his heart devastated again. 

Miriam's death, that was horrific. I needed this man... and I needed this man to be happy.

I looked out the window at the Pacific so far, far below. 

"How high are we, anyway?" 

"About four miles up, I think. Why?"

I smiled and took his hands into mine, trying to not look like a fool.

"I hear there's club... something about being a mile high. You know anything about that?"

He laughed and pulled me up and took me to the back of the plane where there was a three-person sofa on each side of the cabin. 




Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 08



Midway back, there was a privacy screen that he pulled close. 

I supposed it was originally for private meetings or just a place to sleep on long flights.

He seemed at a loss on how to remove my almost-skin tight dress. Getting nervous for I had no intention of letting the mood disappear, I reached behind and unbuttoned the hidden fasteners near the top of my shoulder.

The expensive dress fell like a feather to the cabin's floor and I stepped away from it.

I had not put on a bra and my panties were so thin and small they might as well not exist.

Putting my fingers into the waistband on both sides, I ever so slowly pushed them down exposing my bare pussy in all its glory. That morning I had shaved all the hair off and there it was for his enjoyment as he couldn't seem to look anywhere else. 

That whole 'hey, my face is up here' stuff didn't quite seem logical at that moment.

I still think he set a speed record in getting his own clothes off while I moved to the sofa and stretched out on it, one leg hooked over the back and the other off the side to the floor, my pussy waiting expectantly for what was next. 

I had kept my black high heels and nylons on... I thought it looked especially kinky.

Damn, I thought I looked like an expensive call girl slut willing to do whatever he wanted. I felt good.

He almost tripped over his own clothing as he moved onto the sofa and then me.

"I don't think we have enough time for a lot of romance right now," I said to him, "so just take me... use me anyway you want. I'm yours."

His smile was my answer and his dick started to glide up and down against my slit which had quickly become wet with excitement. 

I finally felt it slide between my lips and slowly move inside giving me once again a happy full feeling. 

I could actually feel my pussy clench around his dick as he moved back out and then back in faster and faster as a hot glow began to burn throughout my body and then the heat was moving down, down, down to my pelvis and straight back into my pussy. 

I put my fingers on my clit and began to carefully rub it in time with his thrusts and began to bounce on the sofa as he pushed me down. For a second, I thought I was going to fall through to the floor and abandoned my clit to hold my legs up and out as he continued to fuck me.

I never had thought about it but it turned out that during making love... no, having sex... no, just straight out fucking, I was sort of loud. I surprised myself at the sounds I was making, mostly 'yes, yes' and 'fuck, don't stop, I'm cumming' and ending with 'fuck, yeah'.

I had started to shake a bit and I supposed he recognized the signs from our two days together and holding my shoulders tightly he began to pound me even harder as I finally came shaking my body against him. 

I had thought that was it but he continued to forcefully push his way into me and I soon came three more times and then he spilled his hot life-giving essence up into my womb. 

I didn't know it then but he had given me a baby. I thought it was funny, a very long time later, that he had indeed 'knocked' me up with his child.

The hiss of the intercom filled the cabin. "Colonel, Miss Trent, we'll be landing in about ten minutes."

I was still in the bathroom trying to wipe up the rest of his semen that had been leaking its way down my legs when I felt the plane shudder slightly and we began our descent into Southern California. 

Even as that was happening, enough had entered my cervix and were racing to my egg released the two days before.

I was blissfully unaware of the future events that would take place before my daughter was born the following spring and know today that if I had known then I would have died with grief.

"Kaylyn, make sure your belt is secure, we're almost there. We'll be landing at Point Magu Naval Air Station and then taking the chopper home along the Santa Monicas to Malibu."

The jet turned inland for a bit and came over the coastal hills to the airfield until it easily touched down and taxied over to a group of helicopters.

Jimmy unsnapped his belt and walked to the cockpit.

"Great flight, gentlemen. I didn't even feel you set us down. And with Miss Trent's first airplane ride I'm glad we didn't have any weather. 

When you're ready I'll introduce you."

"Thank you, Colonel. It's a lot easier than landing on a carrier at night."

Two men from one of the helicopters walked over, spoke with Jimmy and began taking my clothing packages to a van parked next to the helicopters. 

I held quiet, still not believing everything that had happened in just two days and not wanting to miss a minute of it.

"Miss Trent, I would like you to meet our two pilots. This is Mark Kinney and this is Mike Dennis. 

Miss Trent is going to be joining us, gentlemen, as my executive assistant with the business and will have control of the company when I'm not available. Are you about ready to go?"

"It'll just be a few minutes more, Colonel. I need to finish the logbook for this part of the trip. 

Nice to meet you, miss. 

We owe the colonel our lives but he says we're even for that night. When this became available he asked for us, personally. He never ever forgets his friends."

Jimmy offered me his arm as I left the plane and we walked over to the helicopter in the dry summer dusty valley air blowing from the surrounding hills

.

"Let's meet the pilots, here. Gentlemen, this is Miss Trent..." 

Jimmy went through the new introductions. While the helicopter pilots did not have former lives as fighter pilots they were the ones that dropped him into Bosnia and more importantly got him out later.

The Bell 222 was a beautiful machine, looking like an aerial predator with a smooth silhouette that made it seem alive. I remembered from somewhere that it was the 'Airwolf' helicopter from television.

It was almost erotic how it had looked to me, so much power hidden underneath a smooth, slick exterior it reminded me of Jimmy's dick which had pulsed many times within me during the flight down.

While not a military aircraft it was Jimmy's personal transport and it also carried a military transponder for identification.

In the background the Gulfstream had begun taxing toward the runway for the flight down to San Diego to transport several admirals to Washington.

Everyone was eventually on board the helicopter and the main rotor began spinning, moving faster and faster each second. 

The talk back and forth from the air station's tower could be heard over the headphones.

Immediately we were airborne and my second flight of the day, another first with that magnificent helicopter, began. 

That first rush into the sky left my stomach somewhere on the ground. What did they call it? An 'E' ticket ride? Hot damn, that was fucking awesome!

I came to the realization that I was expressing myself so much differently than before. What had happened to me? Had the seriously incredible fucking that Jimmy and I had been doing the crack in the dam that flooded the valley?

It was indeed obvious to me, even at that early time, that my newfound wanton ways were a direct result of escaping my parents' strict upbringing and the freedom that Jimmy had offered to me. 

I felt like someone signing over their soul to the devil in exchange for whatever I wanted in life. Not that Jimmy was ever the devil, just that I couldn't get enough of his dick or tongue and was as addicted to him as any junkie with a heroin habit. 

I wanted to fuck him any chance I could. At this rate, the company was probably doomed because I wouldn't get any business done, spending all my time either fucking or sucking his dick or thinking about fucking or sucking his dick.

At that time I wasn't sure how I was going to surmount this problem but Fate stepped in and guaranteed it soon would never be a problem again.

We soon flew southeast over the sea following the dry coastal range of mountains and soaring through the much cooler Pacific side.

Coming in from the ocean I had my first glimpse of my new home.

From the air, I had been able to see that the building complex resembled a huge cement gray snowflake a thousand feet across, six sides projecting from a central core, each sixth bounded by glass, twenty stories high, containing a different landscape theme: redwood forest, desert, rain forest... 

In the center there was a gigantic swimming pool which I found out later also served as a reservoir to fight brush fires during the fires.

On the eastern side of the complex was a large cement landing surface that also offered some protection from the Southern California fires that had become increasingly more common in the last few decades of continual drought. 

Most people today will attribute that to the theory of global warming while others still argue that it is a normal cycle we just have to live through.

"Please wait until the blades have stopped turning. After all we've been through together the last two days... if anything happened to you now, I..."

There it was again, his seemingly deep concern for my safety and welfare. 

Again, I promised to myself that I was going to do whatever it would take to stay with him in Malibu even if there was never a marriage and I just became his lover.

I vowed that I was never going back to San Francisco... never.



Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 09



Chapter 9: Changing our name but not our game

A golf cart had arrived to take us on a tour around the building before stopping at the entry way. 

"You're going to like this place. In some ways it's like a really nice resort that you can stay in forever and make it your own... 

We have daily laundry service and housekeeping and unless you're hungry at some crazy hour we have breakfast, lunch and dinner in the cafeterias around the building. There's one for each wing.. Sometimes this place gets the better of me.

Let's go up and see your new room." 

He had put his arm around my waist to establish our relationship openly for anyone who might have been watching.

We had taken the elevator to the ninth floor gallery that was open for the next ten stories. The huge space had a magnificent view of the ocean to the west.

"When we have parties or a Corporate dinner, it is in here. Your room will be up there... can you see the balcony? Mine's next to yours. 

On this side all the way over there to the south, that's where your office will be. I wanted to keep the work away from the private quarters so you'd have a feeling of actually going home."

We then took the elevator up another nine floors and entered the hallway.

As soon as I saw it, I thought that his isn't like a hotel at all; it's more like a large hallway in someone's house. I had felt comfortable already.

Ahead had been two women wearing light blue uniforms waiting near a doorway.

"Mrs. Sue Anne Turner, facilities supervisor... Mrs. Peggy Hillman, she's the housekeeping manager for this wing's residential floors. Here's your room. Let's see."

Sue Anne slid a key card and the door unlocked. 

Jimmy pushed it open and stood back. I entered the one bedroom apartment and looked around.

I soon saw that my idea of a couple of rooms and Jimmy's were quite different. I was going to have to realize that he did everything in a big way. 

I was already thinking of him as the 'colonel' here... that as good, I thought at the time.

On the left side of the entryway there was a small, fully equipped kitchen. 

"Most, if not all of your meals will be in one of the cafeterias but sometimes you may want to eat quietly here or with a friend."

I saw the smile on Sue Anne's face. She seemed to know who that friend would be and what we would be doing.

Jimmy continued talking although I admit that I wasn't paying much attention to what he said. I had been too busy looking at his crotch and wondered just when I could pull his dick out and swallow it. 

I honestly didn't know why whenever I was with him all I thought of was sex, any kind of sex... well, that's not quite true; at the time there was still one cherry that he had not plucked yet. 

Today, I look back on it and think he was hesitant to ask and I, despite my quest to fuck my brains out, was still a sexual novice. That day had been our third together and although we had made love four times and fucked at least six, I had not considered doing back there before. 

In truth, though, the more I looked at his crotch the more the idea of it intrigued me.

Jimmy had continued talking oblivious that my mind had been so far, far away I could have been in Star Wars.

"We will eat in a different one each meal so that we can talk with the people and we can learn who you are. It sometimes works better than having a meeting."

Next to the kitchen there was a small laundry room. Further ahead on the left were the dining area and the living room. The wall at the far end of the room had French doors at the time leading outside to a covered terrace offering a view of the sea.

To the right at the time, the bedroom had a large wall to wall closet and more doors opening to the terrace. From the bedroom there had been a bathroom which a shower and a Jacuzzi.

The terrace itself still has a spacious area for plants and patio furniture.

"There's no rug, yet. We didn't know if anyone would ever stay here and so we didn't want to put down a color that would not be pleasing to whoever was lucky enough to move in. We'll take care of that today. It'll be done by this evening."

He turned to me, holding both my hands in his. 

"Do you like it?"

I had looked into his eyes, hugging him with all my heart. 

All the while I had been half-listening to what was being said, I thought to myself that I would do whatever Jimmy wanted. 

For the first time since my parents died, I had felt safe and wanted and gave thanks to God. Thank you, God, oh, thank you I had prayed at the time. 

God hadn't been listening to me then and he doesn't seem to be listening to me now.

"I know we haven't eaten so let's have something to eat downstairs and then we'll go furnish your place. Is that all right?"

"Yes, Colonel, sir!" 

I had smartly saluted and walked to the door.

We took the stairs down to the second floor and entered the cafeteria. Inside the rich smells of a bar-be-que greeted us.

"Cool," he happily had said, "today's bar-be-que day. Every day is different. Let's get something to eat, shall we?"

He led me over to the serving tables. On one there were grilled sirloins, beef and pork ribs, chili with and without beans. On another there were different types of bread and a huge bowl of salad. 

Over in the corner there was a refrigerator with ten different types of drinks and nearby a woman who would make ice cream desserts.

Those had been good days, back in the beginning before it had all come apart so quickly and cruelly.

Picking up two trays, he handed me one and put a couple of plates, silverware and some large napkins on it. I followed him around, sampling a little of this and a little of that. 

Even though the room had been crowded with his employees, we had no problem finding a table in the corner. 

I looked at my plate and wondered how I was going to eat all that food.

On the flight down I had known that eating as I had done the day before would put on the weight faster than I would realize. I had a good idea that I was probably going to be sitting down most of the day. 

I had foolishly thought that if possible, I was going to do as much work standing up as I could... and there was that morning exercise he had spoken about. With all the military types that had been there I soon knew it's going to be hard to keep up with them. 

I hadn't see anyone anywhere in the building overweight or smoking or drinking beer, for that matter. The healthy lifestyle was ingrained in the heart of the corporation. 

I soon found myself exercising each night until I could do the morning one without falling apart.

The conversation had drifted from one topic to another and ended with a discussion about an upcoming trip to Hawaii for the holidays.

"This food is really good."

"There doesn't seem much point in eating anything other kind. Hang on a minute."

He had waved one of the cafeteria women over and then stood up to make introductions.

Kaylyn Alessa Jennifer Lane Trent... that was one long name and it had made sense that I had been using only my first and last name when Jimmy met me... but there was a nagging bother in the back of my head...

On the flight south to Point Magu, before we had gone to the back of the plane and I joined the 'mile-high' club, I had been thinking long and hard about my time in San Francisco and had decided that it was filled with too many uncomfortable memories.

The truth of the matter it still is to this very day.

It was on that flight to what has become my home that I decided to make as clean a break as possible from my old life.

I had eventually called Kevin the next morning and asked him if just changing the usage of my name would be enough to stand up legally in any contracts I would have to sign. From all the work I had done for him I had a feeling that it shouldn't create too much of a problem for me.

He said that since I was actually using part of my legal name what I wanted to do was fine and would cause no problems as long as there was no fraud involved.

Given all the money that was flowing in and out of the corporation I completely understood why that would be a concern.

I still remember that afternoon as if it were yesterday. I had met with Jimmy and told him what I had done and why and wished to be known as 'Alessa Jennifer Lane' from then on... or, I laughed, until we were married and then I could be Mrs. James Crowell. 

His response was the same as it had been the last two days... whenever I was within arm's reach and we were alone, he pulled me into a tight embrace and kissed me. He caressed my dark-honey skin as I squirmed with his touch. 

If we had been anywhere near something flat, whether a bed, a floor or even the wall I knew we would have moving together so fast that my clothes probably would had needed cleaning.

I know now that sometimes wishing for something is worse than never dreaming of it in the first place. I was such a naïve, simple woman back then and my heart paid the price for my simple desire of a husband who loved me more than life itself.

I still find it hard to believe how our romance was destroyed so easily and I was left to raise a child almost by myself. If it had not been for the unbelievable support of my friends I would have been at such a complete loss I would have committed suicide, taking my unborn child with me.

Between kisses, Jimmy said my new name several times and that he liked the way it felt in his mouth just, as he joked my "pussy did rubbed against his face". 

I do remember that he said my name was now as exotically romantic as he saw me to be. Given the number of times we had fallen into bed in that short time I had to agree with him. Since he said he was only going to call me names like 'Darling and Sweetheart' he was happy with whatever I wanted to call myself.

He had been a fantastic lover and even today I realize what I had lost.

Those days are still the best time of my life and although other wonderful things have happened in my life since, none of them compare to the excitement of that first love in my life.

And so, that day I finally closed away my previous wretched life and started the journey to whatever I have become today.

"Holly, good morning. How are you today?"

"Very well, Colonel. What may I do for you?"

"Mrs. Holly Dagan... Miss Alessa Jennifer Lane. I'll be introducing her a little later, probably tomorrow morning or so. She is my executive assistant on the commercial side.

What's for dinner tonight? I know I should have checked the menu but we just got in from San Francisco.

Kaylyn, Holly is our food services manager. She is fantastic. She makes the fuel that keeps this entire place running."

"Oh, Colonel, you're so funny. Tonight we're having lasagna and tomorrow for lunch will be Mexican, unless you would like something else."

"Oh, no, you're the boss around here. Alessa, Holly makes the best chocolate chip cookies I've ever eaten. Those you can get all day. 

If you want some for a late snack just bring a plate up with you before... what time are you shutting down at night?"

"Unless there's something special happening we close down at nine so we can get everything cleaned and ready for the morning crew. 

Is there anything else you would like?"

"No, just keep cooking like this and I'll die a happy man. Alessa, do you want to take some cookies with us? We can get some to go."

"While that would be wonderful, I think I'm going to pass right now."

"I'm very please to meet you, Ms. Dagan."

"Are you ready to go?"

"I have to stop at the ladies' room first, please." I had needed to go because I had an itch that needed to be scratched and that was the best excuse I could think of.

"I'll show you where the nearest one is." 

He had held out his hand to me sending new tingles up my arm straight to my heart and we left the cafeteria. 

The usual conversation noise in the dining room dropped as everyone watched us leave. News travels fast and the fact that the colonel had found a lady, especially one as exotic as I seemed to be, was known throughout the building before we left for Santa Monica.

Even though there quite a few African-Americans employed there, you'd have thought they never saw a black woman before. Later, I realized that they had never seen a woman with Jimmy.

I had gone into the stall and made sure the door was locked. As swiftly as I could I unbuttoned my black and white dress, hung it up on the hook, pulled down my panties and plunged three fingers into my already leaking pussy. 

With my thumb rubbing my clit and my hand moving harder in and out I soon came, my body shaking until it almost hurt.

I can still remember how good it felt even now. I had soon worked myself into that private place that only Jimmy had shown me before and as I had closed my eyes thinking of his dick I shuddered so hard the memory still remains with me today.

Even now I can't understand why I was feeling and acting the way I was. It remained a mystery to me for many years.

It took a little longer for the news to reach all levels of the military wing but I eventually found out that when it did Major Maria Paras, USMC reacted by closing her office door, picking up the flower vase with the fresh roses delivered just that morning and throwing it across the room to shatter on the wall.

"Damn it!" she exclaimed. "I can't fucking believe it!"

After a shocked moment of silence her aide rushed in to see what had happened.

One look from Paras and she hastily retreated back to her own desk.

When that information had reached me through the grapevine and let's be honest, all companies have a grapevine, I wondered what had happened to Filomina Cottone. 

I was told that she and Paras constantly switched off locations as circumstances changed and I could expect to see one or the other most of the time but probably never together.

It seemed like Clark Kent and Superman.

"Sue Anne, the lady you met upstairs, will be coming with us. She has photos and diagrams of each room to help you decide what you want and what will work. This should be fun. 

On the way back we'll stop and get some regular working clothes and some off-time clothes though I don't think we're going to have too much of that right now. There's a lot of stuff already going on.

We have to get you up to speed as soon as possible and there are several projects I want to start and then, of course, you're going to get your MBA. I've arranged for the professors to meet us here. With your intelligence it should be a piece of cake.  

Am I going too fast? While it will be hectic for a while, don't worry, you'll be great. 

I have faith in you. This is our commercial future here. All these people depend on us, me and you and you'll get the satisfaction of rebuilding Southern California with me as well as... well, let's be honest, soon you're going to be my wife. It's going to work."

Jimmy then pulled out his BlackBerry.

"Sue Anne, are you ready? Good... I see... you're right. See you downstairs in a few. Kay... I mean, Alessa, let's go."

There had been two silver-gray SUVs outside and we got into the second SUV with Sue Anne. 

We immediately starting talking about colors, furniture and drapery and Jimmy tuned us out and took a nap. 

Military life had drummed into his head to take a nap whenever possible, eat when you can since you'd never know when you had to stay up all night or when your next meal will be... or, in our case, fuck when you can.

The driver, Rico, gently nudged him awake. We had arrived at the furniture store.

Jimmy seemed glad that I was smiling and happy.

Once again the conflicting emotions in my mind had begun battling in my mind demanding some decision that I thought I couldn't seem to make... was afraid to make... 

We had been having constant unprotected sex since the first time in San Francisco and I started counting days since my last and thought to myself, 'Oh, shit... it can't be...'

The men in the first SUV had gotten out and I saw guns beneath their windbreakers. 

I tried to act as if that was a normal thing to see and knew that it would be as long as I was with the him.

Damn, I remembered thinking at the time, when he had been talking about security he had not been joking. 

I had bet myself he wished he had these men with him in San Francisco. No wonder he had said he was never making that mistake again.

And yet, he did all right by himself, didn't he? What a man Jimmy was.

I smiled looking back at the previous days. What an experience I had!

Sue Anne and I had walked around the store four times, stopping here and there, followed by a mousy-looking clerk with a laptop taking notes.

Frequently, we would look at room diagrams and take out a tape measure to size something.

When we had arrived at the bedroom furniture, I saw a king sized bed I liked and lay down on it and started to bounce as hard as I could. Then I realized how strange it must have looked to her and tried to stop but the bed kept moving for a while.

When I looked at her I noticed she had a large smile on her face and she then winked at me.

"Miss Alessa, are you satisfied with these? We can look somewhere else but this store is the one we always use. 

I don't know if the colonel spoke to you about his partnership ventures but this is my store, along with him, of course and for Malibu it's always cost plus. 

Besides, you know who to complain to if you don't like something!"

"Sue Anne, may I call you that? Sue Anne, this is a wonderful place and I'm happy with our choices. Really..."

"OK. I'll make the calls now. Just a moment, please."

She pulled out her BlackBerry and speed dialed her assistant in Malibu.

"OK, you ready to take this down? Good. Light sky blue for the walls... yes, that's number 3476. A very light green for the rug... make sure it's the thick one... white trim... I want some nice house plants, maybe a couple – three small palms?" 

Sue Anne had looked at me for approval and I nodded.

"Kitchen, white, match the cabinets. I want everything done by 8 tonight, including getting the furniture in and the paint smell out, got it? All right, I'll be heading back with the trucks, should be there in about an hour or two. Fine... see you then.

Miss Alessa, as you heard we should have everything ready by tonight. You'll like it I'm sure. I'll see you later."

Sue Anne left her manager to supervise everything being loaded into the trucks.

The colonel took me shopping for what he had called 'regular' clothing at a local Wal-Mart. What a change that had been! 

From the incredibly expensive boutique up north to the store I had been trying to escape all my life. 

Ah, what the fuck difference would it make, anyway?

"This one's on you, Alessa. It will automatically be deducted from your monthly which eventually you will oversee for everyone through our accountants... that will be one of your responsibilities."

Accompanied by two security men I picked through the clothes racks looking for comfortable clothes and shoes. 

Jimmy and two others had gone to look at the die-cast toy cars that had just come on the market. They were exquisitely done but foreign models, for some reason, outnumbered American cars five to one. The ones that were mostly American were a different size than what he had been interested in.

Even today, I remember somebody had made a very bad business decision. You have to sell to your market, not try and create one that won't work. That's too bad, those cars were very nice.

Maybe I ought to buy the company... for him? Maybe... I'll just write a letter offering to buy them... see what they say.

He had filled the cart with different cars. He told me later that night when we stopped to have a juice break he thought about how nice they were going to look on his model railroad on the floor above the top living wing.




Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 09



A huge layout representing the area around Los Angeles was slowly being built with rural California represented by citrus groves and packing houses and hundreds of palm trees lining the miniature streets.

Modeling Southern California in the late 1950s was fun but demanded a lot of time which he never had. There were two post-graduates doing the historical research and six master model builders putting together kits and scratch-building others based on photographs taken around the area. 

The seven shopping carts had amazed the check-out girl but she bravely worked through each piece, scanning it through while another carefully bagged the newly purchased clothing.

At the end when the small robots came through she laughed, looking for the child but only seeing men with a steely glint in their eyes and one woman who they were overly protective of. She stopped smiling and looking down rang up the total.

"Your total today is $5,873.14. Will that be cash or charge?" she asked in a quavering voice.

Jimmy pulled out a platinum card and gave it to the girl. Her hands shook as she ran the card through, waited for the approval and handed the receipt over to be signed. 

He thanked her, apologizing that it took so long and gave her five twenties telling the girl to buy something nice for herself.

Driving back to Malibu, except for the two drivers everyone had clothes piled high on their laps for the trunk space in each car had been quickly filled. 

While the security men hadn't exactly appreciate the situation, Jimmy was laughing to himself. 

I looked at him and seeing he was happy said nothing but my heart beat faster all the same, visions of a wonderful future with him were pushing everything else to the back of my mind.



Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 10



Chapter 10 Home at Last

While we were still at the furniture store the maintenance crews rapidly painted my apartment walls. By the time the colonel and I had returned to Malibu large fans were blowing the last of the paint smell out the French doors and the rug installers were waiting in the hallway with their heavy thick rolls.

I looked at the colonel and he had nodded for me to join Sue Anne who was supervising the work. He told me later he thought my young and innocent attitude toward my new life was refreshing to his soul but he wondered if I would be able to keep it following the work we had to do. 

I was already was missing him by my side and wanted to spend every second with him.

I remember thinking that I wasn't going to get any work done if I couldn't get my feelings under control. Maybe it was because everything was so new and where I was at in my head. 

Jesus Christ, he had fucked me so much in the last two nights!

Jimmy had left the apartment and went down to the office level to speak to the woman who would become my secretary, Mary Tybal. He needed to revise some papers on what became known as the Ventura Property.

I had wondered what she must have thought about the whole situation. Was she going to be angry and jealous that he didn't offer the position to her? I had considered the possibility and thought about it a lot.

I also wondered what the other women in the office were thinking about Jimmy and me. The way they had looked at me seemed to indicate that they only saw one thing: his mistress at the very best, his whore at the very worst. It felt like I was back in San Francisco.

I refused to back down no matter what they were thinking. Not this time.

The idea of Jimmy as my lover still makes me smile. I think the aspect of lovers is always more exciting than that of a married couple even though husband and wife have a greater emotional connection... at least, that's the way I had thought at the time.

The deliverymen from the store had already unloaded the furniture into the great lobby downstairs and returned to the city. Upstairs, the low pitched but urgent roaring of the vacuums echoed through my new apartment as final cleanup took place before the furniture could come in. 

Sue Anne inspected each room and I saw her run her white glove over every surface. While the colonel had told everyone that I was his new executive assistant there already was considerable discussion as to exactly what that really meant.

"Miss... ummm, Miss Alessa, is everything to your satisfaction?"

"Yes, Sue Anne... what can I do for you?"

"I'm calling downstairs to have the furniture brought up one room at a time. If you want you can help me tell them where to put it... we could work much faster that way."

I reached out and Sue Anne handed me a set of papers that we had used in the store and then phoned the crews to start bringing up everything one room at a time.

The bedroom furniture had gone in first and piece by piece my new home was coming together. 

I had decided on a soft white set of furniture for the room. Sue Anne described it as 'tropical style' reminiscent of the islands and on one wall a collection of exotic seashells were placed on glass shelves while another had a large photograph of Jimmy's Hawaiian property.

The draperies in the room showing a light pastel that matched the paint also had a black-out fabric facing outward and when fully closed the room was as dark as a cave. 

I laughed thinking that there were going to plenty of times I would want it to be pitch-black... I had thought that would make it more exciting.

All my new clothes had been placed in the walk-in closet sorted by type and color and the rest put into the dressers.

The den had been kept simple but continued the island look with a sofa, a few lamps, an end table and a coffee table all facing the huge flat screen on the opposite wall.

In one of the walls a small closet held all the electronics for the flat screen and shelves for DVDs and CDs with the remote on the coffee table.

The small kitchenette had a white table covered in tiles and two chairs matching the rest of the apartment.

New soaps, towels and several bathrobes had been placed inside the bathroom linen closet. It seemed I was moved in.

"Now, here's your new BlackBerry. The colonel is speed dial number one. That's true for just about everyone here. I understand that you are his new number one on his. Security is number two. Your secretary, Mary Tybal, is number three. His military liaison, Major Maria Paras, is number four. She trades places with Major Filomina Cottone but she's not here right now. Housekeeping is number five; you can reach me that way and the cafeteria for this wing is number six.

Family or friends can be programmed in later on the remaining numbers. This is a satellite phone. It will work anywhere in the world; if you are traveling with the colonel our security will usually take care of whatever you may need.

Miss Alessa, do you see anything right now that you need? If not then I'll be leaving you but you can call me any time before ten unless it's an emergency like a broken pipe or something. 

I hope your life here will bring you happiness but expect to be on the run most of the day. The colonel doesn't ever stop." 

She looked at me, a much younger woman with the look of an older sister or aunt. 

"May I speak freely, one woman to another?"

"Why, yes, please do," I said, already realizing where this conversation was headed.

"Some of the people here think that you are his mistress... please hear me out. I think I know the colonel much better than that. 

He never had any relationship before or since his fiancé died. 

Nevertheless, you know how people talk... and even though everyone respects him you are going to have to work doubly hard to make them realize that is not the case. 

I'm sorry that this is the situation. You seem like a nice woman and I don't want to see you get hurt by stupid people and stupid rumors.

And... if you really are romantically involved with him... well, good for you. You have no idea how happy that makes me. In my own way, I love him, too.

Just make sure that people have accepted you as the number two person in charge here before something like that becomes common knowledge. 

It's your business, no one else's.

Miss Alessa, are we all right, you and me? I didn't mean to offend you in anyway and if I did I'm really sorry." 

The poor woman had stood nervously shifting her weight from one foot to the other waiting for some reply.

"Why... yes, Sue Anne. I hadn't thought about that at all, it's been such a strange... I really do appreciate your telling me this. The last few days have been a roller coaster ride for me."

Sue Anne gave me a quizzical look.

"Do you have a minute? I really need to talk to someone about this and you've already acted like a caring friend."

"Of course... would you like some chocolate chip cookies? They seem to be this places cure-all for everything. I'd like to think they are the best anywhere... no? Maybe next time."

We sat down on the couch and I began to relate everything that had transpired the previous two days as well as during the morning. I purposely left out I had been sleeping with him.

The incident in the park took up a good part of our talk. I told Sue Anne how terrified I had been when the skinheads approached us.

Sue Anne said to never worry if I'm with him but, of course I didn't know that at the time. She laughed when I told her about his remark about bringing security along, saying that he had trained them all to begin with.

The one thing that troubled me most and I kept to my own heart was my passionate love for him. How could I possibly say anything to anyone after what Sue Anne has just told me?

By the time we were finished talking it was almost midnight and we bid each other a good night. 

As Sue Anne walked to the door she turned and said, "Don't forget that tomorrow here comes at 6 AM with morning exercises. He expects everyone to be outside ready to run. See you then."

As comfortable as my new bed had been, I slept restlessly that night, my dreams filled with my Jimmy touching me, kissing me, making love to me.

5 AM arrived much, much sooner than I wanted or expected.



Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 11



Chapter 11: Running, running, running

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I felt I would be fighting the effects of my late night conversation with Sue Anne all morning. Since meeting Jimmy, it was the first time I slept alone and it actually felt strange to wake up without him touching me somewhere.

I put on a pair of shorts, sports-bra, a T-shirt, thick socks and my new running shoes. Walking toward the elevator I joined several more people all heading downstairs. Caught up by the crowd I headed down the stairs with them. 

At least I'm not running upstairs back to the 18th floor! How many people work here, anyway? I need to find that out as soon as possible... this 'vacation' isn't going to last more than a day or so more and I need to learn what I need to do. 

I don't need him to think I'm a total fool... think, girl, he doesn't or he would have never talked to you in the first place. Damn, eighteen flights of stairs is taking forever.

Jogging out of the building I joined hundreds of people all running in place. In the morning coolness at precisely 6 AM the National Anthem played joined by hundreds of voices around the buildings.

The starting whistle blew and the runners headed uphill on several well-worn paths. By chance I took the one that rose up through the small canyon to the south. Next to the path a small bubbly stream had steeply slashed its way down from the mountains. 

At this early hour the sunlight was beginning to filter through the trees. The air still smelled of sweet menthol from the eucalyptus. The trail crossed the stream over footbridges several times as the water meandered back and forth heading toward the ocean.

After about fifteen minutes my deep breathing became even heavier and my feet began to hurt. I refused to give up in front of everyone and knew that I needed to gain his or her respect even at this if I was to do whatever Jimmy wanted. 

My thoughts of him pushed the pain out of my mind. I fell headlong into an almost mindless euphoria and one foot before the other was able to keep up with the slower runners at the back of the pack.

Jimmy... my Jimmy... if my dreams are true...

At the halfway point of the morning's run everyone stopped for a five-minute break at the large picnic area. Years earlier someone had built a dam creating a waterfall and a large pond. 

Buzzing of insects flew through the still air. Emerald-colored dragonflies hunted their less wary cousins just above the calm waters.

The whistle blew sooner than I had hoped but it was downhill from there. Although my feet continued to burn with each new step I continued back toward the compound although starting to straggle behind the rest.

Damn Friday the 13th... my feet are burning...

Sue Anne slowed down to run next to me.

"Hey, girlfriend! How are you doing? Don't worry, the first few days are the hardest and then your body gets used to it and soon you'll actually like running. I'm not kidding. My first week I thought I was going to die, I threw up in the bushes twice I felt so horrible. I thought of quitting at the moment but then I thought about what I would be leaving behind so I stayed and I'm grateful for everything the colonel has made possible.

Look at all these people. They're all in great shape because of this. We're probably going to live an extra ten to fifteen years. Besides, you've seen the food here. Imagine what we'd look like if we didn't run it off!"

"Do we do this every morning? I thought I was exercising back home but nothing like this."

"Yes, although sometimes we run at the beach. That's fun because it's on the wet sand and the water is cool. When we're at the beach it's always in the late afternoon and we take the children and have a big bonfire and picnic in the evening.

Some days we stay inside and do push-ups and things like that. This is still more fun than a treadmill. If you'd like we can run together each day."

"Thanks, I'd like that very much. Ahhhh, we're back. My feet are killing me. What do you suggest?"

"Well, first off, we're going to the clinic and have Dr. Riner take a look in case you've serious blisters or something.

"Well Alessa, it looks like you have a couple of nice blisters here. We'll just put some of this salve on here and wrap it up. I don't want them to get infected. This will fix it up by tonight. It's something we've been working on here and it really works. 

In a couple of months we expect to put it on the market and the colonel has given us a 60 percent share in the profits. 

What we've been able to accomplish here would have been almost impossible without the funding. We've been using it to heal burns and it will be a great help in emergency rooms.

Now, tomorrow, I want you to run a little slower even if it means you're staying at the end of the pack. By next week you'll be running circles around them. You're in pretty good shape, your legs and feet are strong, good lung capacity. 

Alessa, if you're still hurting tomorrow morning come and see me right away." 

We walked over to the gym and the trainer, Carla Lindley, showed me the various exercise machines, the weights and the ropes and rock wall. There were several stations where people could pull on large rubber bands building up the shoulder muscles and improving their posture.

Before we left she gave me the doctor's approved diet guide for women my age and height. I promised to try to follow it.

"Usually what we do is go back upstairs, wash up and change into the day's clothes and then we have breakfast. I will see you later, Miss Alessa. This place doesn't stay together by itself."

I took the elevator back up to the 18th floor, swiped my room card hanging from my neck and went in. 

My shower took a little longer than it should have because the need I had been pushing to the back of my mind had surfaced with a rush. I sat down on the shower's molded support and soon had all the fingers of one hand inside my pussy moving in and out.

I will admit now that my curiosity at last got the better of me and looking at the middle finger of my left hand I decided to do it. Leaving the shower, dripping on the floor towel, I took the KY from the nightstand and hurried back into the steamy bathroom. 

Getting back in, I put a lot of the lubrication onto my finger and rubbed it around my anus trying to push it in. Just when I was going to stop, it slid in by itself and sunk all the way to the palm.

Oh, my God! It was so much different from anything we had done since we met. I moved it around a little getting used to the strange feeling, savoring the experience.

I pulled my finger out slowly and for some reason felt quite empty. I put more KY on my fingers and now put two inside stretching it open just a bit more. 

My other hand had moved to my pussy and was moving once again in and out as my thumb rubbed my clit. My pelvis began to shiver and I moved my hands faster, finally inserting three fingers up into my ass.

My head was on fire and the heat moved down through my breasts into both my pussy and my ass and I came, easily at first but then with a shaking that almost made me slip onto the shower floor.

Damn! I had thought. That was SO fucking good, I couldn't believe it. It was so much better than the times I had masturbated before I met Jimmy.

The water kept showering on my head as I came down from my rush and I sat there for the longest time.

I washed my hands several times.

I dressed in a white blouse and a light blue skirt, along with a pair of house slippers. Back downstairs I had a small breakfast of shrimp omelet and orange juice and a couple of aspirin to take the edge off my sore feet.

Ever since flying down to Malibu I had known that I was going to have to get to work and I took the elevator down to the office floors.

Now, I had thought to myself, to have a look at my office... my office... wow, just a few days I had been a legal secretary and now, I... well, I was whatever I was. 

I swore I was going to make this work even if I had to spend all night learning how. I'd show him that he had made the right choice and someday soon...

I rode the elevator down to the fourteenth floor and walked into my office and the poor woman sitting behind the outer office desk jumped up.

"Good morning, Miss Lane. I'm Mary Tybal, your secretary. May I show you around?" 

She noticed the house slippers but said nothing.

"Yes, please do. I am very interested in learning whatever you can show me. Thanks."

They walked into the corner office. Two walls were floor to ceiling sheets of heavily tinted glass overlooking the Pacific to the west and south. 

My desk, diagonal to the room, faced the two open walls and sat in front of a long set of floor cabinets that stretched fifteen feet along the east wall and turned the corner several feet along the north.

On the desktop was a 21-inch monitor and keyboard. The computer tower itself, along with color and black/white laser printers, scanners and two terabyte external hard drives, was on the long cabinet behind the desk. On the left side of the desk was a new laptop.

Mary booted both computers and stood back.

"This computer is triple password protected... it is slaved to the one that the colonel uses for business so files can be transferred immediately both ways as well as your laptop in your top left drawer. 

The colonel is a fanatic when it comes to our laptops and you, the major, my assistant and I must have them with us at all times when we're off the property.

I'll step over there for a minute while you put in your passwords. Security is extremely tight, here. No exceptions, no excuses."

Mary walked over by the windows and looked out at the Pacific.

Hmm... let's see... OK, first password... I know, Aliotohalibut... then, GoldenGatePark and finally Drakeshower. That'll do it, nobody will know those.

"OK, I'm done... ah, here's the main screen."

My secretary walked back and said, "We're going to spend today going over the different programs. Most of them have been 'tweaked' to improve their functionality by us as well as have the most efficient firewalls the military has made possible. 

Your computer will scan itself completely every three minutes running in the background. If it detects a problem it can't fix it will shut down immediately.

Now, here is a list of all the different enterprises we have. They're cross-referenced by country, by division, by gross and net income, by product. 

In fact, you will be able to change the settings and set it up to other parameters once you know what you are looking for.

The colonel told me that along with being his personal assistant you will be overseeing several new projects with him; the most important, his newest, the Ventura project... it looks very interesting, a whole new city... well, town, I guess.

He also said that other than him you would eventually be the final approval signature on all major business expenses as soon as he is satisfied that you're ready. 

He must really trust you to give you this much power. We're talking about billions of dollars each year. 

Did you know each other before? In college?"

How do I explain all this? That we just met would be ridiculous to say. My God, billions of dollars, this is insane.

"Something like that. We, uh, we spent some time together in San Francisco. What's the best way to download information to the laptop?"

"I've always used the portable terabyte drives. The laptop has the same programs but they take up a lot of memory. 

You can use a patch cable and transfer information that way but you'll quickly run out of memory on the laptop itself if you try and keep the files there.

Major Maria Paras' assistant, Louise Tunturin, and I have to work closely together as to calendaring events and meetings and now that you're here... you know because of the separate offices and all. 

I believe that the colonel is going to depend on us for more and more of the commercial work; the military work is increasing ever since the War on Terror started. 

It will just be the two of us working together controlling this division.

Anytime you leave the property unless it's something you and the colonel might ... well, whatever, I'll be with you. With the two of us we will have a redundancy of information, which is very good considering the scope of what we will do. 

If the colonel is off the property the major and her assistant will always be with him unless, as I've said... I don't know what happened with San Francisco; she should have been there. So, for most of the time it will be the five of us and security. 

Sometimes I wonder how businesses got along without computers but times were much simpler and things were just done, I guess.

Several years ago there was a company that tried to have the contract modified saying the agreement wasn't what was said during negotiations. 

We had recorded the whole meeting and I guess they forgot. The colonel canceled the contract altogether and blackballed them in the industry, sending a DVD to every other company we had been doing business with. He explained exactly what had happened, included the original video and the assertion that we were wrong. 

They lost a potential two billion dollar annual profit with just us as well as whatever might have happened with everyone else. When he's angry he plays serious 'hardball.'

Slowly, quietly, we bought up all their outstanding stock until we controlled the company. After an intense investigation we kept the people that were innocent and hard-working and let the rest go. Then we moved the entire company to San Jose. 

I sent out a letter to the remaining stockholders which included some of the people who were let go. It stated that there were to be no more dividend payments. Ever. He made the stock worthless to anyone except him but since we already owned the firm there was no need to buy anyone out but he made a one-time offer at the going exchange price. 

They lost hundreds of millions of dollars. He won't put up with dishonesty either in business or whatever else he is doing. The colonel... he doesn't take prisoners. 

Always tell him the truth.

Since that... unpleasantness... we now make offers to companies we are interested in or quietly buy them through the stock market if the board of directors is suspect. If the company's board of directors are honest and knowledgeable then we keep them on as a division of the commercial ventures. 

You will see a lot of that. A lot of the commercial work is government contracts so it makes the security of proprietary patents easier.

The colonel's gift is ideas. He dreams up possibilities and then finds the people that can make it happen. He can jump from A to Z just like that although it sometimes leaves us guessing what was skipped over. 

It will happen to you. 

It's what makes him so valuable to the military intelligence operations we have here. I don't know what he will tell you about them... I don't know that much, Maria is his military liaison from the Marine Corps and usually spends most of her time in the other wing. 

You will not be able to enter that part of the complex without your final DOD clearances. The Colonel told me that he's waiting on that."

"Are you cleared?"

"If I told you, I'd... sorry, I couldn't resist. Yes, it was a requisite for working with him at this level. I don't have access to any classified information but it allows me to travel with him. 

I'm positive that he already had you checked out before even talking to you in San Francisco.

Now this is our first and most important commercial division, Vingenetic. This is the colonel's bioengineering group which he started in 2003. 

Five years earlier he had worked on bacterial and fungal mutations and in '03 he designed, I guess you would say a bacterium that would eat oil in salt water and then dissipate and decay with the oil turned into harmless water and carbon that would sink to the bottom where it could be safely collected.

After that the money started flowing in and that bankrolled the other projects. Right now, we're doing about 20 billion a year with about a quarter of that pure profit which he uses to support projects like Ventura. 

The company's reserves are somewhere in the area of fifteen billion right now. No one knows what he has personally but he owns everything outright except the personal ventures he does with everyone so I guess you could say he's worth all of it.

Everyone here is making plenty. The colonel laughs and says it comes in faster than we can spend it so he is very generous with everyone he comes across. 

Don't say anything but I think he's like a kid in a candy shop. Our overseas operations also participate when it is appropriate.

That's why he decided to bankroll partnerships with people here. If you come up with a good idea and it seems reasonable or he's interested in it even if doesn't make a profit he'll put up the money and give you half interest.

Everyone here is a millionaire most many times over because of the colonel's goodwill and respect for us. He's a good man, a very good man. People worship the ground he walks on.

However you've come to be here you are very lucky, if I may say so."

"Mary, I have thanked God every moment since I've met him. I'm going to do the best anyone possibly could. I am grateful for your help and I hope that we will have a very pleasant working relationship. 

In another lifetime I was a legal secretary so I understand most of what you are doing. You let me know if it gets too much, whatever you are doing, and if I can I'll jump in and help you, OK?"

"Yes, ma'am, although I usually get someone from the pool."

"Please, I guess we'll go with Miss Lane in public but with just you and me let's just make it Alessa, please... OK?"

"Sure. Thank you but I'm telling you this, Maria Paras is a major in the Marine Corps, worked hard for it and calling her Major is about as friendly as she's going to get. Behind her back, people call her 'the Ice Queen.' 

Think of her as your equivalent on the military side so maybe she'll be a little friendlier with you.

There will be times when the two of them will be gone for weeks at a time on some super-secret mission. 

At one time everyone thought there might be something there but the colonel is a 'by the book' officer and it's been a while since they've gone anywhere together so if there is anything going on they've done an excellent job of hiding it from everyone here."

Mary looked at me searching for some reaction to that but seeing none that she could discern continued. 

"Now over the next week we're going to go through the company division by division until you are conversant with everything and the main people. To meet his deadline it's going to require some long nights. So let's get started...

It wasn't until much later I realized I hadn't seen him all day.



Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 12



Chapter 12

Nice doing business with you...

Mary and I had been wading through the corporation division by division of Jimmy's complex business when my Blackberry buzzed.

"Please meet me for dinner in about a half-hour. I'll be downstairs." 

I remember looking at the phone so puzzled by his abrupt summons but decided that he was just busy with something and didn't realize how he sounded.

When I had entered the dining room twenty minutes later he waved me over to his table. As I approached he pulled a chair out for me and said, "Good evening. What would you like to eat tonight? Along with the usual we're also having Chinese."

I was going to get in cafeteria line but he motioned me to sit back down and said, "I'll just get a little of everything for you." 

I watched as he almost ran off to the serving line and quickly loaded a plate for me, seemingly forgetting I was a slim woman watching my waistline, especially now that I had a reason to watch my figure. Half the time we were together I was either on my back or on my knees.

Thinking back to that last thought, I now know how quickly nature made that desire impossible.

Setting the plate before me he patiently waited for me to start eating before beginning to talk. 

He took a long drink of his iced tea. 

By that time, I was sure he lived on the stuff. Something I knew I had to remember for later and knew that I had better quickly learn to make it the way he liked it.

"How are things going with Mary? Is she showing you everything? I know it is overwhelming having everything thrown at you but you're probably the smartest person here. I know that you're smarter than I am... a little bit, maybe."

He laughed, waiting for me to understand the joke. Of course, I discovered later that while it had been true, I had only edged him out by five points. Once you get above an IQ of 150, though, did it really matter anymore? I still smile about it, though... 158... Being 'intelligent', though, doesn't mean you're 'smart'.

"After you've finished here... no, take your time, that's all good... 

Today if I have enough time I want to show you how I work, how I think, how I pick people that work for me. If I'm not around and you can't reach me you'll know what to do and... Alessa, I want to do it with you."

In the elevator heading up to the office levels I had hoped whatever we had together, whatever was our relationship was, it would not be destroyed working this closely with so much money at stake and that our sex life wouldn't be like a Fourth of July rocket, shooting high into the sky and exploding all over everything and then disappearing forever except in memories.

One long wall was a continuous bulletin board, its grey surface covered by maps of all sorts, aerial photographs, charts, graphs, names and positions of local and state politicians. I approached, following the progression down the wall, pausing occasionally to inspect something closer.

"Wow!"

"Yes, it is something, isn't it? I always start like this to see everything at once. It helps me visualize connections that would be lost just looking at computer files."

"Sweetheart, you and I, we can make this happen. Together, you and I can change the way the state... the country does urban redevelopment, education, medical research." 

He moved behind me encircling my waist, breathing warmly on my neck.

And there he was... holding me... not very businesslike but the touch of his hands, his physical presence made me feel like... Whenever we were together I went from a serious, business-like person to that of a... a what, I have always asked myself... a slut... that wasn't right, I just wanted him... his personal slut? That seemed more to the point.

I had been willing to do whatever he wanted and many times, what I wanted.

It was a magical time for us... for me.

I leaned back against him, inhaling his breath, savoring his aroma, holding my breath to keep his essence inside, feeling heady as my body was running out of oxygen and I began to feel faint.

"Oh, God, yes," I whispered just loud enough for him to hear.

I moved my head, exposing more of my neck for him to kiss. He kissed behind my ear and then started slowly licking my cinnamon skin. 

"You're like a sweet caramel..." he struggled to say as he started little love bites.

I moved with an almost unfelt shudder and took his right hand, moving it down and resting it between my thighs. He used his middle finger and began rubbing me through the dress and I shuddered again; this time I knew he felt it and knew that I had liked what he was doing.

He pulled the hem of my dress higher and slipped his fingers into my panties massaging my pussy directly. I put my weight against him as I became weak in the knees and started to slide down onto the floor, trying to pull him down with me. He slowed my descent to the rug with his left arm and settled to the floor with me. 

"Alessa," he softly said, "I love you."

"I love you, too. You make me... I don't know, you make me feel loved and good and more wonderful than I've ever been. Are we?"

"Yes... is this all right, here on the floor?"

"I don't care where it is as long as it's with you."

His right hand slid my panties down my long cinnamon legs and off my feet. I pulled the front of my dress up around my waist exposing myself to him once again. 

For a second it occurred to me that every time we were together we ended up have some kind of sex...

Life was good to me.

He moved, knelt down between my legs and then lowered his face. He ran his nose between my pussy lips and then opened his mouth and put his tongue on my thighs. He licked his way up my thighs slowly teasing me, wanting me to desire his touch, his kiss, his so hard solid dick.

He spent what seemed forever and not long enough time kissing the juncture of my legs and my pelvis. I felt myself shudder once more, this time quite evident. 

"Stop... foooolllinnnng... around. Kisssss meeee orrrr fuuuuuckkk meeee.

He plunged his tongue into my pussy sliding it from side to side and then up and down. He pushed it in as far as he could while I opened myself with both hands.

His teeth found my clit and he carefully bit down. 

"Ahhhhhhhhhh... Jeeeeesuussss... ohhhh, Godddd."

He continued biting and sucking on my clit until he knew I came. I clamped my thighs together around his head and shook up and down several times. Whether he could breathe or not hadn't been my worry at the time.

He unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. It felt as hard as I ever had felt it. His shorts were damp from his excitement and his dick was leaking and slick at the head. 

He took it in his right hand, holding tightly and then pressed the head against my pussy lips moving it up and down getting it wet. He entered just a small bit as I savored the feel of his hardness, the tightness, the wetness, the heat.

Pushing in a little more I could feel the same tingle I now knew meant I was going to cum. He kept back part of his dick in his hand and began to stroke himself a little. 

I was rocking back and forth with the tip just inside me and brushing up against my clit. "Putttt itttt innnn, dammmmn youuuuuuuuu..."

He pushed down entering me so hard that I moved several inches back across the floor scraping my butt on the rug. He moved his arms around me and his hands grasped my shoulders giving him leverage to push and pull against me. 

Then with his left hand still grasping my shoulder he moved his right under my ass and helped me push up against him. As he moved in and out he massaged my ass and slid his finger against my anus so slick with my own juices. 

It felt better than when I had fingered myself in the shower and I was soon entered by first one and then two fingers. Oh, God, it had felt SO, SO good... some of it because, naturally, it was some seriously great sex and I felt myself coming again but also because I knew that he loved me with all his heart whether we were having sex or not. 

He moved down against me with his dick and up against me with his fingers. As my juices flowed freely down to his hand he used it to ease his fingers moving in my ass.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh... what'sssss thatttt?" I whispered, preferring him to think that this was his idea and I had no idea what he was doing or that I was hoping he would take it all the way and fuck me in the ass.

"Shhhh... it's all right," he whispered in my ear as his fingers moved deeper into my ass. I knew he was going to cum very soon so tightly was my pussy gripping him as he continued to rock me. I could his dick start to twitch and it seemed to swell even more.

Looking back on it, I wonder how he was able to do two things at once considering what those two things were.

He moved his fingers around my rectum and then I shuddered again almost as strongly as before and then just as he exploded into my body I arched against him pushing with all my strength against his crotch taking his fingers with me. 

Before he knew it I had caught him with my legs and forced him inside even harder. My ass was tingling so good from his fingers' invasion and I bounced against the rug trying to get more of his dick and fingers into me. 

He kept moving as fast as he could until I finally stopped moving. His two fingers were still in me but no longer moving in and out. 

"Stop... stop.... Please, stop."

I had lain there for a bit with my eyes closed, my pussy leaking onto the floor, my anus, no, by then I was thinking of it as my asshole, still full and so wonderfully held open and he put a third finger in. 

Somehow, I was able to cum again and felt so empty when he slowly pulled them out.

He supported himself above me, his years of Marine calisthenics helping him satiate my newfound wanton desires. Every time we were together we kept moving farther along the things we were doing to and with each other.

As my eyes opened I reached up and pulled him down to kiss me causing his fingers to slip out.

He pushed my dress up to my neck, laid his head on my breast and kissed my milk chocolate right nipple. It tightened up as it grew hard and pointed at him and then so did the left one. He licked it mercilessly until I pushed his head between my breasts for I couldn't take it anymore.

"The great American chocolate bar... Hershey's kisses..." He had this grin that made me feel so complete, so in love with him...

"My butt hurts... not from your fingers, this rug is too hard, Jimmy. If we're going to do this we need a couch or a sleeping bag or something down here... at least a couple of pillows. You know you have to do it with your fingers each time, now, don't you?"

And then, I whispered as softly as I could but he could still hear me. 

"I want your dick there, next time."

Before I had even thought about anal sex... butt fucking... I had gone on the internet and saw different videos. I was intrigued. I also knew that it was a film with actors. I also knew that they had to have been moving way too fast for I couldn't see anyone able to do that.

We were in the business of business, though and later when we got back to business he excitedly explained where the Ventura property was, pointing at maps and diagrams, why it was chosen, which politicians were honest, each concept broken down to cost.

"When will I have a chance to go there?"

"We can go next month; I will make a day free at that time, after that you and Mary will have to go on your own. 

Right now I need you to learn the overall business. There are things that I can't talk about with you right now and they take a good deal of my attention; Major Paras and I may be gone for weeks at a time. Sometimes we will leave the country and you have to know what you're doing."

I had known right then that I had to meet this Major Paras and see what's going on there, I thought, realizing that even though she had known him for at least five years, Paras could still present an obstacle in my relationship with him.

"Have Mary set it up for the morning of..." He checked his Blackberry... "August 23rd. Tell her to have lunches to go for, let's see," he counted on his fingers, "eight people. 

You call Philip, he's going to be in charge of your security detail from now on and let him know when we're leaving. Have him get used to dealing with you... not the other way around, Alessa... but, listen to what he says and if he says 'no' then that's it. He knows what he is doing.

Whenever you're out of the building he is to be with you no matter what, Alessa. I don't want any exceptions to this, I couldn't bear to have anything else happen to you, understand? I'm not kidding about this."

And that was how I met Philip and how we began a relationship that evolved into something else.

"Yes, Jimmy." 

It had been only been a few days. I had indeed experienced love at first sight? I had been getting fucked every time I turned around... Who'd ever believe that? A normal life it definitely was not...

"OK, then make your calls. I'll wait."

My own secretary... those had been a strange and wonderful few days.

While I was making my two calls, he called Major Paras and confirmed Friday the 20th's conference in San Diego. They were going to be gone for at two days.

If I had known then what was going to happen, I would have dragged him upstairs right then and given myself to him completely in every possible manner, a wanton slut to satisfy any desires he had. If I had only known... 

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 Copyright @ calibeachgirl

All rights reserved, 2010



Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 13



Chapter 13

Sea Dreams at The Marina, Redondo Beach

The silver-gray SUV pulled up to the door and William, one of the two security guards outside, opened my door.

"Good evening, Miss Alessa. I hope you had a pleasant drive in."

"Why, thank you for asking. It's been fine."

Everyone had been so much nicer that evening, even more so than they usually were. Jimmy had been so attentive to me the last several days. Fresh flowers were on my desk every morning, chocolates on my pillow every night.

Jimmy, wearing a new black tuxedo, walked around the car and offered his arm. With my teased out curly golden hair and six-inch heels I had towered over him.

The evening had just started and I was enjoying every moment of it. I moved toward him and they entered the restaurant.

Moving forward to the desk we were greeted by a young woman with the biggest smile I had ever seen except for the one time Jimmy had done me 'doggy' in front of the bedroom mirror. 

"Good evening, welcome to 'Sea Dreams'. If you would follow me, please, I will take you to your table." 

She escorted them across an already full dining room to a private dining room with a small dance floor.

Two more of our bodyguards waited outside the room keeping a watchful eye while another man was in the kitchen. As quiet as they were there were some glances from the diners who were wondering just who they were.

Our table, the only one in the room, had a view of the Pacific just feet away through the glass. The sun was setting on what had turned out to be a long day on an emotional roller coaster. Several events had taken place earlier that had me upset... It wasn't anything that he had done, especially, it had just been one of those strange days that arrives in every girl's life at some point or another.

The light blue of the sky slowly changed to a glorious red-orange as the sun finally disappeared into the darkness of evening and the coastline to the north was ablaze in light as far as the eye could see.

That view still lives in my heart after all this time.

After helping me to my chair Jimmy sat down and looked at me. 

"Your face, your wondrous, glorious face, it's the face I have looked for. I never really understood until now..." he said.

I suppose I was softly lit by the table candles romantically enough for him; light and shadow moved across the table and just looking at him I could see he was aroused.

When I had been growing up I always hoped that I would have that effect on at least one person who would want me and love me but as I had grown older, I began to lose hope until finally I was working for Kevin and felt the chance was gone forever.

I looked around the empty room. "Where are those people you said we were meeting? They seem a little late."

"Oh, I suppose they'll be here sooner or later. Let's find out." 

He put his hand up to his ear as if holding a phone. 

"Yes, good evening, this is Jim Crowell. Where are you? What! An elephant escaped from the zoo and sat on your car? Oh, my! What, then it ate your wife's orchids in the greenhouse and jumped into your pool! 

So, I guess you're not coming, right? Well, see you some other time.

Let's see what the menu has to offer."

I looked at him. His serious look... he could no longer hold the charade and broke up laughing.

There never had been anyone coming. It was just the two of us... for dinner... alone... away from everyone at Malibu. This is the first time we ever had been alone like that. 

That had been our first date! He had been so nice to me so those last few days...just as he promised my life would be. Each day had been more...

Looking through the menu I had been unable to decide between a steak and the lobster. The day's earlier events had shaken my emotions so much that the simple task of choosing what to eat seemed beyond me. 

I had spent the morning talking to the Gylers, discussing what I should do about so many different things.

I set the menu down, not really looking at it; the words were swimming before my eyes.

After knocking on the entryway to the room, the maitre de came over to welcome us to the restaurant and asked if we desired wine with our dinner. Jimmy nodded for me to choose; he said it was my night and it had to be perfect. 

I named the first wine that came to mind and within minutes the man returned with an excellent Chianti for my approval.

Barely tasting the wine I noticed that Jim, behind his usual joyful mood, displayed a nervousness I had only seen that day in San Francisco's Golden Gate Park. 

Now, instead of talking he was unusually quiet.

The brave colonel whose exploits had become legendary among the people working with him and almost mandatorily committed to memory by his former military personnel was afraid. He was more nervous than I was. 

What was he afraid of? Afraid of me? Or, afraid of something he wanted to do... needed to do but couldn't come out and just say it

"Would you order for us? I seem to be a little light-headed at the moment."

He smiled at me as he had done all week but I could tell it had become somehow different now, more personal, more intense, saying to me 'all is right with the world, you have nothing to worry about.' 

Yet, I could still feel the tension between us.

"Well, Jordan," Jimmy said, "what do you suggest? We're a little hungry tonight but I don't think we want anything too heavy." 

He glanced in my direction, seeking an approval.

I nodded in agreement, not really listening, lost in my own emotional world.

"Let me take care of it, Mr. Crowell, Miss Lane. I am sure that you will be most satisfied this evening and for many evenings to come." 

If only that had been true my life would have been complete.

With the mention of my name I looked at the maitre de strangely. How had he known our names that night?

Jordan looked nervously at me then at Jimmy seeking some guidance. The colonel, I sometimes still think of him that way, motioned for him to leave. Gratefully the man left the table and headed back toward the kitchen realizing the huge mistake he had made.

Surprised, I now looked at Jimmy who had regained his composure and said, "I suppose he remembered from the reservations. But why did he just leave? But how did you know his name?"

And then I remembered, Mary Tybal said they never made reservations in their own names because of security.

Then, I knew something was going on that night but naively I just didn't understand what.

While I continued to wonder about it, fresh, hot sourdough bread was brought to the table still steaming from the oven. With it were balls of butter nested on a bed of shaved ice in a shallow silver bowl. 

Glasses of water filled with crushed ice arrived, just the way I liked. How did they know? I asked myself at the time.

Jim had broken off a piece of bread, buttered it and then carefully offered it to my lips. Entranced by such an unexpected and romantic gesture I parted my lips to receive the warm buttered morsel.

Whether it was what he had done or the taste and texture of the bread or perhaps a combination of everything that was happening, I found myself reacting with a low, almost silent moan of satisfaction. 

"Oh... please excuse me. I don't know what came over me just now."

Fortunately, my questions had been pushed aside, at least for the moment, by the arrival of the salads. A good mix of California's best, the crispness of the lettuce nicely complimented the thick and creamy bleu cheese dressing. Large bits of bleu cheese rested on top covering the tomatoes, olives and croutons.

I found it a very simple salad yet wonderful in its own understated way.

"They make it right here."

"What?"

"The salad dressing... it's made here. More control of the taste."

Our conversation drifted from one silly topic to another purposely staying away from anything that remotely resembled business.

Every time I looked at him, he had this goofy grin. The only time he had looked that incredibly happy was when we made love that first night... and the next day and the days after that.

"So, what do you think of this place? It seems to be very popular from what I can see."

"I'm sorry... Oh... yes. It's lovely. The daytime view must be fantastic and if the rest of the food here is as good as the bread and salad I would like to come here again, maybe a lot."

"I'm glad you feel that way. I like it a lot, too." 

He offered me another piece of hot buttered bread. 

Out of the blue, he said, "I think your glasses are perfect... they match the intelligence I knew, well, you know what I mean, you have."

He looked to see if anyone was coming into the room.

"Alessa, they are so fucking erotic... keeping those laughing eyes just for me."

Wow! As much as I knew he was so sexually attracted to me, I had never expected him to find my 'granny' glasses to be a source of erotic interest for him.

I smiled at him, that smile that he told me had somehow become his whole life.

I remembering telling him that night, "You have made everything possible. Yes, you've worked me harder than anyone ever could since I've been with you but you believed in me and no matter what might happen, I will never forget that."

I sipped some water, my mouth as dry as the Mojave desert. 

The conversation wound around life.

"...waited for marriage with the right man was as much a part of me as breathing. I've want a man who loves me for me; I want a family with children; I want to grow old with them. And so, here we are, now." 

I leaned toward him. 

"Jimmy, where are we? You said you love me and want to marry me. Do you still? I need to know."

He looked at me shyly, one hand under his chin. 

"Have I told you how much I like your hair like this? I don't know why but it fascinates me. It just seems to float out there by itself. 

You fascinated me ever since that afternoon I met you. Your hair reminds me of an angel's halo. It's the perfect highlight for the beauty of your face."

He slowly, gently stroked my loose curly hair which I had teased out further while dressing for dinner. 

"Can you smile for me? You look like a deer caught in the headlights of a big truck."

There was movement at the entry and a polite knock. 

"Oh, here's the main course."

And with that, he had successfully changed the subject, leaving me wondering what was going on. Like I had said, I had been so naïve in so many things of life.

Two of the staff brought steak and lobster combinations to the table. 

"Medium rare for the lady, medium well for the gentleman. Miss, here is your A-1 sauce, just as you like it... and lemon for your lobster. 

Would you care for anything else? Is there enough butter for your potato? Another bottle of wine, perhaps, or something from the bar?"

"No, thank you. Everything is wonderful... please tell the chef for me."

The sizzle and smell of the steaks set my mouth watering and all chance of conversation had to wait until at least two bites of the Angus beef had been savored.

I whispered to him, "How does he possibly know how I like my steak? We've never been here. Did you call ahead? You did, didn't you?" 

He deftly took the conversation where he wanted it go that night.

"When I threw myself into becoming a Marine and I admit to you now I took some pretty stupid chances over the years with them. 

Naturally, you know about the Kosovo incident but not the reason why. No one does, except now I'm telling you. 

Yes, I did rescue the Americans pinned down... yes, in doing so we got over two thousand people caught there out... yes, it's the story that legends are made of." 

He laughed at what he said, but I saw that he wasn't really happy about it.

"Truth is... I wanted to die. I had for a long time. My heart was dark... I didn't care. Thank God, though, my craziness served a purpose, saving all those people. 

After that I believed God had used me for a purpose that I didn't understand, yet did. 

I had lost 25 million dollars two years before doing something for a friend of mine. I still don't remember what happened but the general said he'd owed me everything he had. As you can imagine, I was working hard to make up the loss.

I met Miriam in '02... She had just graduated from USC with a biology degree in genetics and I took her on as a lab assistant.

We fell in love and seemed to be perfect for one another. We did all the things you would expect, simple dating at movies or going out for a hamburger. 

I didn't have very much money then with the loss and most everything being put back into the company. 

We respected each other. Not because of any social or religious conviction but because we loved one another we would wait. We knew it would be difficult the first few years but figured that once we had the company going...

It was very hard for us. Not only did we wait, the Gylers weren't a little too happy about the fact that I was Italian Catholic and not Jewish. 

They think the world of you. I don't know what you did or said but they think of you as their new daughter.

I think they finally realized how much Miriam and I loved each other and we were going to be married. 

The week before, she was killed by a man driving under some kind of influence. I don't remember whether he was high on drugs or just plain drunk. 

I wanted to kill him and would have done it but he was out of reach safely in prison. 

Last night I looked at the news film again. I almost killed those men, didn't I? I was going to..."

He stopped... I looked at him and saw the deep emotions boiling just under the surface. 

I remembered thinking that conversation wasn't such a good idea but to this day I still don't know how we had gotten there. Ah, what had I done? I didn't want to ever make him sad.

"I took care of the arrangements with her parents. I left Los Angeles the day after the funeral and just drove around the country for several months. 

Over time they have come to consider me their son that they would have had and now I've been helping them financially. But you know pretty much the rest, I guess."

There was a flash of emotion on his face and then just as quickly, disappeared. 

"After that I wondered what I could do that would help the world. I needed an outlet for my frustration.

I thought of becoming a teacher but there are too many rules and restrictions. When I really looked into it I found that the schools were forcing students to learn things that had no purpose in life unless they were going to become professional mathematicians or journalists or Shakespearean scholars. It's no wonder that teenagers hate going to school.

So I took a personal interest again in the company which had been running without me and we made our first billion a few months after she had died. 

The money kept coming in and just grew each month and now, we're worth what? Close to thirty billion? It's something like that. It's hard to keep that close a watch on it; it changes so fast. You know that from just your short time here.

Do I still hold a place for her in my heart? I would be lying if I said I didn't but as much as I still love her, I know that she is gone and that... 

well, I believe God has done me a great favor bringing you into my life. Maybe it was a 'thank you' for Kosovo, I don't know. Does that sound crazy?"

"No, but something's been on your mind these last few days. I can tell."

I began to cry.

He rose from his chair and lifted me gently from mine. He held me tightly as my crying shook my body, my heart, my soul.

"Alessa, please don't cry, please forgive me." 

As my crying stopped I looked at him wondering what was next. I couldn't understand why my extreme emotions had been making me so unsure of myself. Of course, I found out the answer to that question soon enough.

"Are you breaking up with me?" 

My body trembled, afraid of his answer.

He stepped back and looked directly into my eyes. 

"Oh, God, no. I have other plans for you... and me." 

He led me to the mirror of a dark window and turned me to face it, standing behind me, tightly pressing against me.

His shaking hand was holding a long white box. Alessa looked at him in the window's reflection. He set it down on the table, opened it hesitantly and carefully lifted out the one-hundred-diamond choker he had gotten days earlier in Beverly Hills. 

Gently he put it around my neck.

"Oh, sweet Mother of God..." 

I was unbelievably shocked with the gold and diamond choker, completely overwhelmed when he deliberately held me close again and kissed me on the side of my neck between my ear and my chin, the erotic, no, the loving kiss that I had hoped for. 

I lost myself in his kiss, feeling his arms holding me tightly, not wanting to let me go. I started to say something; I didn't know what to say. I put my head against his shoulder, tears flowing down my face.

Oh, my God! I screamed in my mind. What had he just done? God, I had prayed, please help me. 

My breathing had been rapid, shallow; I leaned against him with my eyes closed, not wanting to lose the moment I had already treasured in my heart.

I had looked at myself in the window as if it were a dream. The gold chocker holding the four rows of twenty-five one-carat-diamonds sparkled bright lightning back at me. It was real yet impossible. 

In the window I saw myself touching the choker, still unbelieving.

In the mirroring window, I noticed the reflection of one of the waiters. I didn't know which one and honestly I didn't care. All I saw were the other pieces in the case. 

I was clutching one gift at my neck and the other in my heart.

"You're going to make the most beautiful bride."

Jimmy pulled out the bracelet, sixty matching diamonds also in four rows of fifteen each. He slipped it over my wrist and locked the clasp. 

I still stood leaning back against the glass. He looked at me and got down on his knees.

My heart began racing when I began to finally comprehend what was happening. 

Oh, God, oh, God, oh... my... God. What was he doing? Was it what I thought it was? What I had longed for since I met him?

He reached for and held my hands in my lap. 

"Alessa... when we first met in San Francisco I was smart enough to recognize your abilities and know that you were wasted there. You were dying in your soul, just as I was. 

I was lucky enough that you said 'yes' when I asked you to come with me to Los Angeles. 

Life's never been the same for either of us, I know. 

I cannot stop thinking of you; you fill my thoughts during the day even when you're right next to me, my dreams at night even though we're sleeping together. I can't get anything done.

I know that you have held me in your heart this whole time.

I want us to be together emotionally, lovingly, intimately. I was going to do this at Christmas in Hawaii, but I just can't wait anymore. I can only ask you this:

Will you marry me? Will you say 'yes' to me, again, like you did before?"

The words I longed to hear since that first insane day and unbelievable night in San Francisco washed over me like the waves on the dark beach outside. 

There was something special about my sensitivity to his emotions, I didn't know how but knew it had to do with my love for him. 

The room became slightly out of focus; I felt dizzy. He moved fast to hold me from hitting the floor. Carefully sitting me back on my chair he reached for a napkin, dipped it into the ice water and softly patted my face.

I went to see the doctor the next morning... I had been feeling faint and slightly nauseous for a number of days and couldn't understand why. 

About a half-minute later, I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was his worried, panicked face.




Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 13



"Alessa, sweetheart, darling, are you all right? I think you were going to faint. Do I have to be worried about you?"

"Did you really ask me to marry you?"

"Yes, my darling, with all my heart. Will you?"

Slowly standing up, I kissed him softly, tenderly, hungrily, passionately, whispering in his ear, "Oh, God, yes. Yes, I will."

He then turned me toward the window, the darkened glass mirroring us. Standing behind me, holding me gently by my waist, he tenderly kissed my neck again. 

I leaned my head back inviting him to continue, wishing the moment would last forever. I felt his strong erection pressing against my ass while I began to ooze.

The glass reflected our faces surrounded by a wide frame of tawny hair, lit up by the exquisite jewels sparkling around my neck. 

I remembered by that time I had lifted my left arm up and cupped my hand behind his head keeping his lips down on my neck.

"Well, then I think you better sit down, then." 

He opened the jewelry box again, took out the diamond-studded ring, got back on one knee and carefully slid it onto my finger. The clarity and cut of the diamonds were spectacular, more vivid in my heart than even the choker for its promise. 

The gold and fire of the stones complimented my caramel skin and my amber eyes sparkling with a gold of their own. 

I looked at the ring. 

I looked at my bracelet and realized the three pieces were a matching set. 

I almost felt like a courtesan kept by a rich man, living for his promise of love, sex and gifts.

"Oh, Jimmy... I loved you from that day we had lunch together. I am grateful to God that you were finally able to see me for who I am and what has been in my heart all this time. 

I promise I will make your life joyous and love you forever."

We sat silently for a while just holding hands and looking out at the lights in the dark velvet sky. He stood and extended his hand. 

"May I have this dance?" 

I stood, hoping that I wouldn't embarrass myself too badly. 

Angelo, ever watchful, entered the room and started the CD player hidden in the corner's shadows filling the room with the plaintive yearnings of Barbara Lewis.

Make me, make me your baby doo -- aaa

Kiss me, kiss me and maybe doo -- aaa

You'll see, 

paradise is waiting for you and me

If you'll make me your baby 

make me your baby oooooh

"Is this our song, then?" I asked, eyes closed, resting the side of my head against his chest and swaying to the music.

"It's whatever you want it to be, darling."

We had danced to the music, old romantic love songs from the early 60s playing in the background and while today I have all those songs in my collection, I have been unable to listen to them without crying after all this time.

Eventually one of the waiters came close to the room's entry and waited for us to acknowledge him. Jimmy nodded to him and the man went for the dessert. 

A few minutes later he returned with a huge bowl of vanilla ice cream on a hot fudge brownie covered in hot fudge and whipped cream. There were two spoons. 

I cannot eat ice cream any more and the idea of whipped cream makes my physically ill.

He sat me on his lap. I could feel his erection and smiled as I looked to see if anyone could see. 

I moved my hand across his pants searching for the zipper and retrieved his fully erect dick after some working of his belt and opening of his pants.

I took some of the cream, covered his dick with it and began to stroke him slowly. I didn't want him to come in his pants or on my gown. 

I could hear him start to groan as he worked to not cum, at least not then.

I smiled right in his face, got up and closed the door to the room and returned to kneel before him. It was almost impossible to get out of my gown so I decided to do the next best thing.

My God, no matter how many times I had seen it, felt it, sucked it or had it slammed into me, his dick was still incredible. 

Even today, the thought of it makes me both happy and very sad.

I held it near his balls with my right hand and began to bob my head on it. I inhaled a deep breath and then lowered my mouth on it and kept going down as I felt it move past my tongue to the beginning of my throat. 

This time, without any hesitation on my part, I kept going and it slipped inside my throat. 

I stayed with his dick down my throat for about twenty seconds or so and when I really did feel I was running out of air I pulled back and it popped back out. 

Holding it, I got a large amount of saliva and spit it on the head of his dick until it was slippery again.

I went down once again but not so deeply, this time lightly scraping my teeth along his skin and shaking my head back and forth like a dog with her favorite bone.

I bobbed my head once again about ten times and then breathing heavily, I went all the way down.

"Whuhhhh," was the sound I made. I didn't know where that came from but it had seemed to be just the right response at the time.

He decided to take a little more active participation and smoothed my hair back into a hand-held pony tail and I went down all the way again. I held him with my teeth, almost daring him to move. 

Exquisite torture but it was also torturing me... I wanted to swallow and I also knew that at some point the restaurant people were going to come knocking.

I didn't think either of us would be in a position to answer.

"Alessa, baby, I'm going to cum hard, baby... what do you want to do?"

"Give it to me... do you want to do it on my face?" 

I had no clue where that idea came from but later recognized it was a phrase from one of the internet videos I had watched trying to find out about butt fucking.

I pulled away from his crotch and he grabbed his dick with his right hand while he held the top of my head with his left. 

He started to move his hand up and down his dick and I could see it start to twitch and pulse and then he shot his cum onto my face and then into my mouth as his aim improved. 

My mouth began filling with his semen as it seemed to keep coming out. I kept my mouth open to give him something to aim at and he mostly got it in. 

Five, six, seven times he squeezed his dick as it shot out the heavy white fluid splashing me on the lips, nose and cheeks.

He was breathing hard when he finished coating my face with his cum and while he reached for a table-linen to wipe both of us I was using my fingers and tongue to wipe my face. 

As strange as it might seem, I never felt degraded with what we had done because I did it because I wanted to.

I still remember the thick taste of it and sometimes at night still dream of him and his dick spewing onto my face that night.

After we both had cleaned up we continued with dessert. I used what was left of the ice cream to clean out my mouth... 

I didn't mind the taste at all and actually was developing a addictive attitude toward it but I didn't want anyone else to know what we had done.

Even now, with all my sexual quirks, I believe that what happens stays with the people involved and not for public display. It is not my role in life to give others a cheap thrill.

With the world finally made right in my heart, I picked up a spoon filled with whipped cream and slowly pushed it into his mouth. I noticed that his face flushed as excitedly as I had felt earlier in the evening.

There was nothing to say. I had one arm around his shoulders while I used the other to share the dessert. Eventually the ice cream was finished and I made a pouty face before breaking into laughter.

"Jimmy..."

"What, my darling?

"If I keep eating like this those morning runs aren't going to be enough. After we're married we're going to have to think of some other way to burn off these extra calories." 

My golden-brown face turned a dark red as I realized what I had said. 

"Oh, my!" 

I gave him the biggest smile he had ever seen from me.

"Well, maybe next time we can do it without the ice cream. You and Mary are going to have to get up to speed much sooner."

"I thought we weren't going to talk about work."

"Yes, I know but I'm thinking that since we won't have much time for business for a while we still need someone running the place. 

I'm moving Mary up... you're only going to have time for me and then we're going to run the business together. 

Hey, I have an idea. Let's check this place out and see what it looks like."

At the time, I had felt it was a very strange request but my heart would have told me to run through fire if he had asked. 

I had known that someday he would and even then I had wondered if I was able to do it.

The maitre de was watching and walked over. "Miss Lane, I trust everything met your expectations? Are you ready for your tour?"

"What? Why... yes, I suppose." 

What an insane question that had been. Why was he asking me, anyway? Just another of the many strange things that had been happening to me that day.

I looked at my fiancé for some explanation but none was forthcoming from him other than a quixotic expression.

Entering the main dining room we started by walking by the huge windows that faced the Pacific.

"As you can see these windows are very thick because the winter storms bring heavy surf here; we've never had a problem, yet. 

Over there the second level allows those diners to also have a good view of the sea during the day. If you would follow me, please."

He led us across the dining room pointing out the well-stocked bar; and we waited while I looked at the ladies' room. 

I used the opportunity to wash the tears and remaining cum from my face. Even that night, except for some lipstick I never wore make-up or perfume. I was happy with the way I was, now more than ever since I knew that if I had been wearing a normal amount of makeup that night, our little fun would have left a huge mess on my face.

As wonderful as that day had become, that 'tour' was very strange. I didn't think they gave a tour to just anyone and knew there was more going on. 

'C'mon, girl,' I said to myself, 'think, you're not that stupid.'

"Now I'll show you the kitchen and prep area; I think you'll find it interesting." 

With that he headed away, confident that they were following him.

"All right, Jimmy. What's going on here? This is very strange behavior for any restaurant unless we're the health inspectors."

"Ahhh... just let him have his fun, won't you? He seems to be having a good time. It's not every day he has such a fantastically, incredibly beautiful woman to show off for."

Even though I knew that my fiancé had a good sense of humor, I was still confused at the maitre de's strange behavior.

Entering the kitchen I was introduced to the head chef who thanked me for my compliments on the food. 

At the walk-in refrigerator area I was shown how efficient, clean and well stocked it was. Opening the huge freezer I saw that it was full of ice cream of every possible flavor which was a great thing at the time but no longer interests me.

"As you can see we have enough ice cream to satisfy your sweet tooth any time you come back. Now, if you would please follow me I would like to show you the books for the last year. I think you'll find we have done quite well.

Of special interest is the increase we've had since that review on TV last month. Forty-eight percent of every dollar is profit, well above the usual since we have an upscale clientele who appreciate what we have to offer."

"Excuse me, uhhh, Jordan. I appreciate your enthusiasm with the restaurant but honestly, I really don't understand why you are showing it to us."

"Why, Miss Alessa, if I may call you that? I thought you knew. 

You are the new owner; Mr. Crowell bought it for you two days ago; I thought you would like to see what you own since this is the first time you've been here."

I stood there looking at both men and then turned directly toward my fiancé. 

"What... did... you... do?" 

"Well.... I sorta figured that you might want a restaurant to go with that little French place in Beverly Hills."

"What French place?"

"I also bought you a French bistro just off Rodeo Drive at the same time... It's very romantic in a French sorta way. We're co-owners on both these places. 

We'll go there soon. I was going to wait until Christmas but today seemed like a much better time. I hope this is OK. 

Please, say something!"

I said nothing. I was and still am astonished as each moment brought a new surprise from the man I was going to marry at last.

He had planned the whole evening. Well, maybe not my oral thank you, but most of it. Life was going to be so much different, I had thought. 

I vowed to make him the best wife anyone could. He had already given me so much and now, he had told me he loved me again.

Jimmy spoke up. 

"Jordan, I think that Miss Lane will be happy to return, let's say tomorrow or maybe the next few days and happily go over the books with you but right now we'd like to return to our table and talk over a few things." 

He shook the man's hand, took me around the waist and headed back into our dining room.

Returning to our table we saw that the table had been cleared and reset in case we wished something else.

"The chocolate cake here is a singular delight. At least it was the last three times I had it inspecting this place. The mud pie is very good also if you like lots of whipped cream and chocolate sauce." 

He gave me a devilish smile.

"How many times have you been here? How come I never knew about it?"

"Well, it wouldn't be much of a surprise if you did, would it? More dessert? I think you deserve it."

"You didn't answer my question. You told me 'no secrets.' We aren't going to have any more secrets, are we?"

"No, I promise. Well, I met the previous owners this March before I met you and we discussed the situation. 

Then, either some of the boys or I were here at odd times to see what really was going on, you know, what the clientele was like, things like that. 

As Jordan said, I signed the papers the other day. I wanted to show you how much I loved you and put you on the title... but now, it's become something different altogether."

A nod brought over their waiter who took their orders and asked if they wished for any cappuccinos. 

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Miss Lane, a little past 10:30."

I looked at Jim and asked, "Are there any other surprises planned or will we be going home after this?"

"No, this is pretty much it for tonight. Is that all right... unless you want to do something else? Go to a dance club? We don't own one, yet but we could look around." 

He laughed quietly. "I don't think we're going to be home before midnight no matter what we do and I think we both deserve to sleep in a little, tomorrow."

"In that case, I'll have a mocha, please. I want to stay up tonight with you when we get home. 

Will that come with whipped cream?"

"Yes, Miss Lane, we will prepare it any way you wish. And you, sir?"

"We'll have the champagne now, please."

"Yes, sir, right away."

"Oh, am I going to have to run each morning... each night, too. Dance club, my butt. Since when has either of us ever been to a dance club? You haven't been, have you?"

"Well, never. I just thought... Good, the champagne is here!"

The champagne arrived, glasses filled and shared. 

Two adults filled with true happiness, acting like love-struck teenagers. Everything we saw took on new meaning, no matter how trivial, seen for the first time.

Both the mud pie with a bowl of extra whipped cream and the chocolate cake arrived. Soon, we were sharing, getting whipped cream all over our faces. 

The waiter brought over two warm, damp linens, desperately trying not to laugh in front of the new owner. I could have used those linens earlier, that's for sure.

As the evening soon turned into morning, it was time to go. Seeing the waiter, he left a hundred dollar bill on the table, put his arm tightly around me and we headed to the door. 

We were immediately picked up by our security detail, who as usual had taken turns eating and watching.

On the ride back to Malibu, I fell asleep on his shoulder. 

Jimmy still didn't know I never wore perfume and asked me later what fragrance I used so he could by me a case.

He gently nudged me. "Alessa... Sweetheart... we're home, time to wake up." 

He carefully unlatched the seatbelts, watchful of the engagement ring on my finger. It would not do to damage or lose the ring, tonight of all nights.

"Nuhhh." I woke with a start, almost bumping heads with him. 

"I had better remember how you wake up for the future. Wouldn't do to get a broken nose each morning. I've other ideas on waking you up.

Darling, we have to go in now. C'mon, walk with me."

I was so sleepy he decided to carry me into the building and onto the elevator. 

The house staff had been called ahead to open my doors; the next morning he said I was so light in his arms it was easy to carry me into the bedroom. 

While he waited in the living room, two of the women carefully removed my gown and jewelry and quietly pulled the light blankets over me. 

One of the women saw the ring. 

"Madre de Dios!" she whispered. "Oh, Mister Jim, I've never seen such a beautiful ring. Miss Alessa is a very lucky woman."

"No, Linda, I am a very fortunate man. But," they told me later he said, "this is a secret, and we're going to say nothing until she decides, right?"

"Yes, Colonel... nothing from us."

I was still awake enough that I remembered him giving me a goodnight kiss on my forehead and then he put the jewelry into the case and locked it up in my room safe for the night.

After ten o'clock the next morning, I woke, stretching like a cat. For a moment, I wondered where I was and then recognized my now familiar surroundings with the little sunlight that succeeded in sneaking around the thick drapes.

I felt strange. I was still wearing my undergarments from the night before, another mystery to ponder. Ever since being with Jimmy, I always slept in the nude.

I panicked. Where was my ring?!!! Oh, my God, did I lose it? Or, did I never have it and had been dreaming the whole thing? 

Then I saw my gown from the night before, already cleaned and returned. 

And I knew that this time Cinderella had not turned into a pumpkin. 

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Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 14



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There had been only thing I had not tried with Jimmy... anal and I wanted it, if I ever was going to do it, to be with him and soon. He was the amazing love of my life and our whirlwind romance just kept getting better and better.

To have said that I was nervous would have been an understatement. I had heard all kinds of things about it and had once thought it must be an 'acquired taste' for the woman since evidently it was every man's secret desire to get it up there, the final frontier.

This had been something my mother never told me about. In fact, for that matter she had never told me much of anything. I do believe now that in her mind ignorance guaranteed chastity. She was no help whatsoever in either teaching me or offering to answer questions.

Once I had been sleeping with Jimmy I had become so much more comfortable with the idea of having anal sex and I needed to know my own body. 

I never had looked closely at it. I used a mirror and had a look. I wasn't sure whether I would or would not like what I saw. After all, when's the last time you did that?

I needed to explore myself by myself in the privacy of my bedroom or my bathroom. I needed to see how something entering me would feel and to either become comfortable with it or decide that it just wasn't for me. 

I didn't want to try it with Jimmy first and then have to back out while he was trying to stick it in because I was either afraid or being hurt.

I knew enough that when I was tense my asshole was going to be closed tighter than I could ever imagine and nothing would be able to enter. It was amazing, I thought, how big a part of my mind played in the act of butt-fucking.

I wanted the decision to remain mine. No matter how much he respected me if I offered to do it without understanding what was required it would probably end in disaster and I couldn't afford that, I loved him too much.

I had to figure out how to be comfortable with getting it up the butt. I couldn't just ask my friend, Sue Anne, if she ever did it and how did that work out.

Visiting several adult websites, I got a lot of information. Most of what each one said was pretty much the same so I decided that was what I had to do.

I went into the bathroom and prepared an enema making sure it was a comfortable temperature. I wanted to be as clean as possible there. I didn't want him to get an infection and since we had not been using condoms it was unlikely we would if I decided to do it with him.

Trying to decide if I wanted to use the shower or the tub... I decided on the shower because if it didn't work out right I didn't want to be in a tub full of poop. 

After the enema, though, I decided to move to the bedroom and do it there. It was a much friendlier place to be and if I fainted I was right there in bed. I didn't know...

I had lain there and took my fingers and moved them over the inside of my thighs and over my pussy. Eventually I was more comfortable with what I was planning to do and I drew my legs up and ran my fingers down the place between my pussy and my asshole.

Taking some fingers, I pushed against my asshole while my other hand was rubbing my clit. From what I had seen in the videos I watched, the women all rubbed their clit while having the man pound into their butts. Every one I looked at, though, seemed to be going too fast. I just couldn't believe that a woman could stand being slammed into so fast and so hard.

It must have been the 'naughtiness' of the act or just the excitement of doing something so different, so forbidden that I came hard after about ten minutes. I definitely felt relaxed after that and wasn't really afraid of doing it... at least as far as I had gone.

I wanted to take it nice and slow because it was late at night and he was gone on some military thing that I couldn't go to. I felt better about it because Major Paras had stayed behind.

Using the mirror again, I looked at my asshole. It didn't look all that big and I knew how big and long his dick was. I began to have misgivings about the whole thing but since he was gone and coming back two days later, this was my only chance to get something done in privacy.

I knew enough biology to know that the rectum could easily accommodate a large dick unless the man is a physical freak. 

I had trimmed all my fingernails short. I knew that if this didn't work I had lost my beautiful inch-long nails for nothing so I had been determined to find out. I just didn't want to scratch the inside of my ass and really fuck myself up. How could I have explained it to the doctor?

I put on the vinyl gloves I got from the clinic downstairs for this great experiment but I knew we weren't going to be wearing gloves when we actually did it... that would a total turnoff and destroy whatever romance there was.

Smearing KY all over my asshole, I actually inserted my middle finger inside. It was actually uncomfortable for me... not the finger but just the position on the bed.

I decided that since I was most likely going to be in bed or on his couch I should try and position myself the same way we'd been having sex. Remembering back, we had more sex on that couch than we ever did in either his bedroom or mine... or that office floor.

Bending my legs up a bit, I brought my feet closer to me. I used my left hand to start rubbing my clit again and when I was feeling good I inserted the finger of my right. It was a little difficult so I squirted out and rubbed in some KY. 

I decided right then that there was no such thing as too much KY. I could afford it. If this worked I was going to buy the stuff by the case.

I started to gently push my fingertip into my asshole. I pushed like I was going to have a poop and I could feel it opening up much more easily because of the KY and it went in a ways and then it popped out. It seems that I had to keep pushing otherwise the muscles there would push it out. I tried to relax like the website said to and got it in.

It felt strange but not hurting. All the while I was still rubbing my clit and had been nearing a climax and then I came. Damn, that had felt so good that first time.

Feeling like a little girl with my hand in the cookie jar, I wiggled my finger around trying to see what it felt like. It was soft and seemed very friendly.

After all this time, I still feel it's a wonderfully different sensation than anything I've ever felt before doing it.

It is funny to think that I thought I had a pretty nice ass back that first day we met when I got all dressed up to meet him and then I was working to prepare to shove his dick up it.

I moved my finger around in different directions to see what each one felt like. I even took the fingers of my left hand that were now buried in my pussy and pressed back against the finger in my ass.

Cumming again, I decided to lie there for a while getting my breath back. 

I got up to get a drink of orange juice.

I had known that one finger was not his dick and did and did not look forward to the next finger going in.

Putting a whole fucking tube of KY around and inside my asshole, I got my courage up and slid my index finger in alongside my middle one and carefully, so slowly began to spread them apart a little. I stopped for a few minutes waiting for everything to catch up including my beating heart and breathing.

When I felt ready enough to continue I decided to practice trying to relax my asshole. That actually came pretty easy and I was surprised. 

Maybe this was something I could really get into and when he wasn't available going on some military thing I could take care of myself.

I couldn't believe how much time had gone by. I had been in bed for over an hour and still only had two fingers in my ass. If it had gotten any later it would have been early the next morning.

I carefully slid in another finger from my left hand and really started massaging my clit with my right hand thumb while the rest of those fingers were now moving quickly into and out my pussy. I felt like I had been so sure I was going to cum but I didn't.

Lying there in bed, I stared at the ceiling wondering just how I had gotten to the point where I had my fingers up my ass. It wasn't what I was expecting when I met him that day for lunch. 

It was dim in the room with only the nightstand light on. I had thought about lighting some candles but I didn't want to burn my apartment up in case something went wrong.

I opened the plastic bad I had put my mail-order dildo and butt-plugs in. Earlier I had thoroughly cleaned them and now I was actually going to do it. I remembering looking at it and mentally comparing that dildo with Jimmy's dick. His was just a bit larger and this dildo looked plenty big already.

I took both hands away and wiped them on the towel from the bathroom I had put on the sheet. Putting an entire KY tube's worth on it I slowly pushed it in just a bit and tried to get used to the feeling.

It was a strange different feeling, not good, not bad. At least it didn't hurt. I found that I did like the feeling just after it was pushed in and pulled back. I liked the way my asshole tightened up and tried to grab it. 

I moved it some more and pushed it farther in. I found that it didn't matter to me how far it went in and I had actually preferred it staying just within the first couple of inches or so.

I was realistic, though, and realized that since it didn't hurt much at all I was going to let Jimmy do it all the way. I was going to ask him to first do it in and out near the hole so that I could also feel good. 

I now understand why the women in the videos were frantically fingering their clits.

For Jimmy and all men I guessed, the tightness of any woman's asshole clutching the length of the man's dick was what was going to set them off. I also realized that any pussy, not matter how tight, was not going to approach the tightness of an ass. I just had to make sure that I had put plenty of KY in there and on his dick.

I left the dildo in there for a while getting used to the fullness and finally pulled it out and left it on my stomach. It's pale color contrasted with my darker skin and it was funny to think that's how Jimmy's dick would look.

I decided that for the first time it was going to be his dick only and maybe every time after we had oral. The combination of my hand and something big in my ass seemed just the thing to bring me off quick and hard. I only planned on doing it in my pussy if we wanted to have a child.

I eventually went back into the bathroom to clean up and I looked at my ass. My hole was still open a bit but as I watched it slowly closed back up. 

It was still a good looking ass and I was exercising twice a day to keep it that way. If only I wasn't feeling so nauseous once in a while each morning.

I was his lover, his soon-to-be wife and companion for life and I didn't want to be afraid and spoil the experience with him. I had been sincere about anal sex with him and wanted it to be a pleasant time for both of us.

If it worked out that we both liked it I was determined to satisfy him but I was going to tell him when I was comfortable doing it. As many times as we've had sex it seemed like it was eventually going to be a choice of morning, noon or night... or a combination of the three.



Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 15



Copyright @ calibeachgirl

All rights reserved, 2010

I had gone down the hall to his apartment and sat on the sofa watching a documentary on the Apollo Moon Landing while he changed into his service uniform and then we went down to the helicopter pad. I had to admit that he did look handsome in his Marine uniform but that knowledge was greatly outweighed by the fact that he was leaving me.

As we were taking the elevator down, Jimmy was on his Blackberry rapidly speaking to, I could only guess, Major Maria Paras, USMC. I could barely hear her part of the conversation but I heard enough to know that something very important was happening. 

It wasn't until weeks later that Maria told me everything that had happened. By then, of course, we had become like sisters... actually, much more than sisters, but on that day she was still my bitterest rival for Jimmy's affections.

"Yes, Colonel. I have the DVD copies and I'm already at the helicopter."

"Good. See you in... let's see, OK, in fifteen minutes now. 

Alessa? I'll see you later, Sweetheart, maybe tonight, I don't know or maybe even tomorrow... I just don't know. I'm sorry but we both knew today was coming since last week."

When we reached the pad he told me to stay back. No matter how carefully they kept the pad clean, when the helicopters took off or landed there was always something flying around and he didn't want me to get hurt.

Standing next to the H60 Blackhawk were a man and a woman wearing civilian clothes. I learned later that they were from the FBI and the CIA, respectively. The man seemed to be in his late fifties with a most serious face. His companion was younger but also had a definite scowl on her face. 

I had never seen them before and correctly decided that they were part of the secret intelligence wing on the other side of the building from where I worked and lived. It would be several months before we met again, with a very different outcome.

There were also two women in uniform, one a young woman in Navy whites who I learned later was an ensign and the other in the tan Marine uniform. The Marine was an incredibly good-looking woman with dark earthy features that seemed to exude sensuality.  

I had known right then she was Maria Paras... damn, I thought, she was drop-dead beautiful in that dark sensual way that must drive men crazy. Everyone said Jimmy's never done anything with her yet he was interested in me just like that. I didn't understand but I was going to find out just what was going on. 

I admit it, I had been jealous and even though he treated me like a queen I was still unsure of myself.

The two officers saluted Jimmy while the other two got on the helicopter. There was a short conversation and then they entered the aircraft. He looked back at me and waved. As he was sliding the door closed, I could see Paras looking at me like a hunter on the kill. They left, leaving me all alone.

I was surrounded by hundreds of people and was all alone.

They arrived back at the complex well after midnight... so very early morning, Sunday, July 22nd. 

Following a day and a half of continual discussions with Naval Intelligence, both Jimmy and Paras were exhausted and the CIA and FBI agents were too angry to talk. It had been a long, silent flight back. Jimmy told me he wasn't as young as he thought.

Much of my life's story from that point on was actually the story of Maria and myself and in order to completely tell this long tale several different people will join in as time moves along. 

As I had once said earlier, if I had known what was going to happen I would have just stayed home that day in San Francisco instead of going into the office and meeting my Jimmy.

Major Maria Paras' account.....

The colonel and I had walked slowly into the building. As early as it had been, the weather was quite comfortable and yet neither of us was very comfortable we were so upset. 

"Good night, Major," he said to me. "You were indispensible yesterday. Thank you."

"You're welcome, Colonel. Is there anything else you need?" 

At the time I didn't know what was going on with this new woman, as I angrily thought of Alessa then but I had foolishly thought I could always keep trying... I had been here first I tried to convince myself over and over.

"No, Major, better get some rest. I'll see you Monday. Thank you." 

The colonel waited until I had entered the elevator and rose up to my level. I was correct believing that his coolness, more than usual, was the result of Alessa's arrival in Malibu.

Even today I still believe in another time and place I would have been welcomed into his bed. I was a vivacious and beautiful woman; even if I had been in my mid-thirties whom any right thinking man should have wanted. 

What does that say about me after all these years? It says that I followed the goddamned rules and had stood around waiting for him to talk to me. 

Today, I love Alessa but then...

Military regulations in place and questions of propriety had kept him at arm's length from but I think he liked me too much and recognized my value to the military so he had made no move to have me transferred. 

His perceived kindness to me actually was pure and simple torture.

He refused to admit he was in love with me and had been ever since he pulled me out of that burning helicopter in northern Iraq and I never found out until it was too late.

When he had become engaged to Miriam I thought that was the end of it but for the last several months I had subtly indicated that I was still attracted to him. 

Now that Alessa was here I was unsure what he would do, having spurned me twice in as many years.

When the dust had settled, though, neither Alessa nor myself lived with him happily ever after. I wanted to die as much as she did, I'm sure of it and what happened later seemed as inevitable as the sun coming up in the morning.

I don't know how long he waited after the elevator returned to the ground floor and he took it to his own level and finally went to his apartment. 

I do know that when I had entered my apartment I kicked off my shoes, threw my blouse somewhere on the floor, dropped my skirt somewhere else and was soon fast asleep.

The morning alarm rang... I slapped it off and kept sleeping. 

Alessa's story.....

Sunday morning when I awoke I found out during the morning run that they had all returned from San Diego very early and were probably going to sleep most of the day.

After eating, I had gone back to my apartment and washed my ass very carefully and then with a lot of KY put in the smallest of the butt-plugs that I had gotten at the same time I purchased the dildo. A few hours later I moved up to the next larger size. To my surprise and delight, I actually was quite comfortable walking around with it in my ass and did not mind it at all. The truth was that they sat close to my asshole and that was the part I really had liked.

By the time four o'clock in the afternoon arrived I had graduated to the largest of the three and walked around the apartment enjoying the sensation.

At 5:30 I determined that he had slept long enough and prepared myself with a warm enema and then put in a clean butt-plug to stay open.

I stood that evening in the hallway making an insistent hard knock on his door. 

"Go away... oh, my fuckin' head... please, go away."

My knocking continued, even louder now. 

"Colonel... are you all right? Please, let me in."

He seemed to recognize my voice and I suppose became half-awake... 

"Just a minute, I'm coming..." 

I heard him fall on the floor. I laughed, thinking he had rolled off the bed.

He padded to the door wearing a rumpled pair of pants and a shirt and carrying his pillow like Christopher Robin in Winnie the Pooh. 

I have kept that picture in my mind ever since and still smile at the simple memory.

"Alessa... Sweetheart, what time is it?"

He walked back into the living room and put his pillow over his head. 

I looked up and down the deserted hallway. 

"Jimmy... it's six o'clock... are you feeling all right?" 

I walked in carrying a tray of food from the cafeteria and seeing his dining table, laid it down. He was awake enough to notice I was wearing one of the light blue pastel dresses from San Francisco that had so caught his interest earlier.

"Jeesh, Alessa. I'm glad to see you, baby, very much... but six o'clock? It's awful early to come looking for me."

I looked around Jimmy's rooms satisfied that he was alone and that his bed had not been shared. I didn't know where Paras was and at that moment, didn't care. 

I had seen how Paras had looked at him, I wasn't blind... my stupid insecurity pushed me to think such worthless, hopeless thoughts... 'but he wouldn't do that to me, would he? Of course not... I knew he loved me.' 

"Jimmy, honey... it's six in the evening. I brought you dinner. You need to eat something." 

I pushed him toward the table and pulled out a chair. 

"Now, you sit there and finish your food."

Giving in the inevitable he sat down and pulled the covers from the dishes. 

"Six in the evening? You've got to be kidding." 

He looked toward the windows in time to see the sun begin its long downward motion to the sea. A smile broke out on his sleepy face.

"All right, roast beef and baked potato... how did you know?" 

He reached for the A-1 sauce that I had brought.

"I asked Holly... I was worried about you." 

I sat down across from him at the table, reaching for the pitcher of iced tea I had brought along and filled two glasses. 

"Here, take these and drink this."

He looked from his plate, put his knife down and took the glass and the pills. 

"What are they?" he said as he rolled them around in his hand.

"They're vitamins and supplements. You're not taking care of yourself like you should and don't tell me otherwise. This one will help control cholesterol and this other one helps your heart and this one..." 

Even though we had been sleeping since before I moved to Malibu and doing a lot of things that had nothing to do with sleeping, I still had blushed, "they're for... you know, uh, keeping... your dick... uh, healthy." 

His eyebrow rose thoughtfully and in seconds the pills were swallowed and the glass was empty. I refilled it. 

"Slow down or you're going to get sick. What happened? You're usually the alarm clock for this place? I missed you at the morning run."

He laughed. 

"There's no morning run on Sundays. Was there anyone there?"

I laughed. 

"A couple of hundred die-hards, I guess. I made it all the way to the top and back for a new personal best!" 

He took my hand in his. 

"Thanks... I really appreciate this... and, umm, the vitamins. Will you have them for me, everyday?"

"Didn't I tell you I'd follow you to hell and back? Jimmy, I... never mind." 

Damn it! What had been the matter with me? I should have just told him but... I couldn't, I was afraid of saying it... damn, I was so goddamn stupid and he never knew!

I sipped my tea watching him eat. With each mouthful he became more animated and the Jimmy I knew soon appeared.

"We got back at 3 AM this morning. Is the major out and about?"

Well, that answered that question. If there had been something he wouldn't have asked.

"I don't know... I could call her," I said and reached for my Blackberry.

"Oh, God, no... if she feels like I do she's still asleep... let her be. Yesterday, it was insane. Whom I'm trying to kid, I've gotten used to this 9 to 5 life. Without breaking any military secrets, we were proposing a new method of finding submarines with satellites and magnetic fields. 

Does that make any sense to you?"

"Sure, you use the satellites to monitor the change in the fields, pinpointing where the subs are. Right? 

And since when have you followed a 9 to 5 lifestyle? The only 5 in your schedule, sir... is the 5 AM when everyone has to get up and go running because that's when you do."

We kept the tradition to this very day. It wouldn't have seemed right to change.

Jimmy looked amazed that I would speak to him that way and then laughed. 

"You're right and you're a lot smarter than a bunch of dumb-ass admirals we spent time with yesterday! Good job, Alessa!

Those guys are still thinking the last war. It was the same problem during the War, when the admirals had to learn to use the carriers instead of battleships as the main striking force. Carriers are fine when you want to show the flag and maintain air superiority but an enemy submarine can spoil your whole damn day.

Most of the time people do things because that's the way it's always been done and either they don't have any imagination to think or are too stupid to think of something else. 

And... you know what idiocy is? It's doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results... and people just don't get it."

He had the habit of starting off on some rant and keeping going until he either ran out of breath or realized nobody cared except him.

"So, what happened?" I asked, shifting closer, looking intently at him.

"They sent it back for 'more' evaluation. That means at least a couple more sea trials, for sure. Fortunately, I won't have to leave; we can do it all here.

I'm going to get dressed for what's left of the day, I guess. Please wait."

A short while later he emerged from his bedroom, this time showered, shaved and comfortably dressed. 

"You don't happen to have some dessert with that dinner, do you?"

I smiled. 

"Yes, go sit on the sofa."

I went to the kitchen refrigerator and took out the huge ice cream sundae and two spoons I had brought in with me. I carried the bowl over to the couch and sat down next to him. 

I brought a spoonful of ice cream and fudge to his lips. He put his arm around me, pulling me closer. I wiped the fudge from his lips with the tip of my tongue and set the bowl down on the end-table.

We sat next to each other, almost laying on the couch. It was one of those corner couches in the shape of an 'L' and I was on the short side sitting while he had stretched out on the long side. He had moved his left hand over to my crotch and began rubbing me through the dress. 

Quicker than I could have imagined, he had moved up with his hands and unbuttoned the top of my dress and had his hands over my breasts still enclosed by my bra. By this time I had put my left knee on the couch and swung my right leg over his waist.

He was hungrily... what? licking? Chewing? Biting? between my breasts while his left hand had encircled my own waist pulling me forward to him. I put my own right hand on his shoulder for support and moved myself in rhythm with his.

His right hand replaced his left holding my back and his left pushed my bra down below my right breast and he began to tighten his fingers on my nipple.

I put my right hand on the side of his head and pulled his face into the cinnamon valley between my breasts. My left leg had moved back along the back of the couch seat making me lean into him while my back arched and my head arced back and the first moan left my mouth.

His mouth replaced his left hand and he began first kissing, then licking and finally sucking my nipple into his mouth so hard that I immediately became wet between my legs.

I wrapped both my arms around his neck and held him against me while he moved his head left and right. I moaned again as my head once again moved up and back. My bra fell down to my waist and he moved his right hand lower to cup my ass. I never felt so wet before. 

He had 'scootched' down onto the corner of the couch sections and I was straddling his waist. Then I got up, moved onto the top of the couch back and carefully turned around so that I was once again facing the living room. He took what part of my dress was still guarding whatever modesty still existed and pulled it down and off onto the floor.

Still sitting on the top of the couch back, I moved my left leg around him and he moved between my legs and put his mouth on my pussy, his tongue immediately sliding up and down my slit. I was so wet it was dripping down my left leg.

His left hand held my right leg away and I put my fingers down to hold my pussy open as he moved his tongue up and down, slowly at first but then faster, oh, so much faster. I found myself leaning back with my eyes closed and I began moaning some primal sound that made no sense but did.

He finally arrived at my clit and soon surrounded it with his lips, his teeth, his tongue and gently sucked it into his mouth. 

Oh, Jesus! Even now I still don't completely understand what he was able to do to me... I lost all sense of propriety with him.

I put my left leg onto his back, partially to keep him up against my pussy and partially to keep from falling off the back of the couch.

He wet his left index finger in his mouth and started fingering me up and down while his face was just inches away watching me shake. My right hand was pulling on my mound keeping it taught and he took his finger and rubbed my clit... oh, he rubbed my clit side to side and in circles. It looked so funny, his white finger plunging into my darker pussy.

I came. There was no way I wasn't going to.

Moving his finger out of the way, he once again put his tongue on me and moved it up and down, up and down, up and down. He brought his finger back and put it inside.

He turned his hand palm up so that the finger could flex up and he rubbed the inside while his mouth returned and ministered to my clit. I remember hearing a noise in the room and then realized it was me making more sounds that were indecipherable to anyone but us.

His finger began moving faster and faster, pistoning my pussy as my still tight lips clenched him. The rubbing was driving me crazy as my lips were being pushed in and pulled out by the friction of his movements.

While he was finger-fucking me and gently chewing my clit, my right hand had been squeezing my nipple. My left hand was grasping the back of the couch as the last safety measure so I wouldn't fall backward and smack my head on the floor.

My eyes were closed and my body kept arching back and forward as he continued to jack-hammer his finger into me.

My left hand had moved lower and my own fingers and arrived at my clit and replaced his mouth. I began squeezing and pulling myself as hard as I could without going past that pain threshold that I refused to cross.

My mouth was opening and closing and my tongue was slipping on and past my lips as I began moving up and down myself. My right hand had squashed my right breast as I pushed it down and rubbed my nipple in a tight circle.

I moved onto my knees in front of him and slowly unzipped his pants. Today, I'm amazed at how many times I had been on my knees in such a short period of time. It had been at least once a day and sometimes two-three times. 

Reaching in I pulled out his dick which was rapidly growing hard and put my face close to it. My left hand was on his leg holding me up and my right hand closed around his balls. My mouth opened and I began to bob my head up and down... rather quickly I seem to remember, my curly golden hair bouncing forward and back as my head moved.

Jimmy's head lay on the back of the couch and his mouth was open... I thought I heard something but he seemed to be there silent breathing hard. I moved back a bit and began licking the length of his magnificent dick. It wasn't one of those ones you hear about, ten feet long and as wide as a house; no, his dick was a good length, maybe seven or eight inches long and just wide enough I could get my hand around it. Well, almost...

I began licking his balls and I saw from the corner of my eye that he was watching intently.

I rubbed my entire cinnamon arm up and down its length, pushing it down against his stomach and then pulled it up and lowered my mouth opening my lips just enough to get it in. 




Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 15



I stayed at the head and bobbed a few more times and then I mouthed it down the side and back up again. I went down on it again and again and again, all the while jacking pale dick with my darker right hand.

I don't remember how long I was swallowing his dick but I know my head was moving with a purpose for a long time. I had my naked ass up in the air and would have presented quite a site to anyone who would have walked in on us.

I continued going down on him... and I knew I was dripping on the couch. I could feel myself so wet. 

I ran my teeth lightly against his skin and kept going... what, twenty times, thirty times? I don't know but now I was staying just at the head, teasing it, bringing it into my mouth... up, down, up, down...

I was getting a little tired and my mouth had stretched open for quite a while so I put his dick back on his stomach and began licking it again.

Jimmy, for his part, put his right hand on my head and began playing with my curls. I looked at him, again with his dick in my mouth. What a site that must have been for him.

I stuck my tongue out and began to twitch it back and forth across the head of his dick... I needed to give my jaws so kind of respite but I didn't want to stop... I couldn't stop. I was as lost in my own lust for him as much as I was lost in my love for him.

Finally, I climbed onto his lap and kneeling down I spread my legs apart and lowered myself onto him. I always liked that first few seconds when he entered me and I felt my lips clench his dick and my pussy began to fill. He began rubbing my ass with both hands as I bounced on him.

I did that maybe twenty times and then I got off him and we kissed swallowing each other's tongue. My libido was in fucking overdrive and I was totally out of control.

I moved onto the couch sitting down and spread my legs open and he pushed himself back in. As he drove into me over and over I took my own fingers and began rubbing my clit. Although some women are able to get off with just fucking a guy, I think that most are like me and need that little extra coming from working that clit.

I lay on my back, my mouth open and moaning, my breasts bouncing back and forth as he continued slamming into me. One thing I will always remember about Jimmy is that once he got started he was like a runaway train.

He pulled my left leg up and hooked it over the back of the couch and then went back to being a piston in my motor. Goddamn, that was so fucking incredible.

He slowed down and began long smooth movements in.... out.... in.... out....

How can I possibly describe how I felt at that moment? It was as decadent as anyone could ever imagine and felt so damn good.

He kept it so slow I was going crazy and wanted to scream, 'hurry the fuck up' but he had taken control of whatever we were going to do and I was literally just along for the ride.

He actually pulled it all the way out and then pushed it back in before my pussy could even think about starting to close up. Once, twice, five, six times...

All this time I was moaning something... 'ohhh... ahhh... don't stop... oh, Jesus Christ!' It's funny, thinking back to that day how incredibly reckless I had become with him every time we were alone. Even now the memory of this story is getting me so wet.

I couldn't understand how he found the strength to keep going and even if he WAS a Marine we had been going at it for over five minutes and he hadn't cum even a little yet.

I was in love with a bull.

He then moved my left leg off the couch back and put it up against his right shoulder. I was being split in two by his movements and had already cum at least three times and could feel the slow burn to another.

If it hadn't been for the great amount of liquid I seemed to be shedding the friction alone would probably had us both feeling painful blisters the next morning.

I needed to take control again or I was going to be so fucked up.

I pushed myself back from him and told him to just lay there with his back up against the sofa. 

I jumped up from the couch and went to the small purse I had brought with me. Along with my apartment key card and my Blackberry it also held a couple of tubes of KY put in there earlier in the day. I bent over for a second and carefully pulled out the butt-plug I had been holding inside for most of the day. It made a funny 'pop'.

Once I had decided I wanted to get butt-fucked I spent my free time, which was entirely almost non-existent, watching on the internet girls getting it up the ass.

I knew they were just acting yet I kept being drawn to see one video after another and decided that it was the last cherry I still had and was determined to give it to him no matter what.

Not very graciously nor very romantically I took one of the tubes, pushed it into my asshole and practically squirted the whole thing up my ass. Even at room temperature it still felt cool. 

I took the other tube and generously put some more on his rock hard dick.

Where did he get the strength for all this? He had remained like a steel pipe for almost fifteen minutes, still without cumming.

I turned around with my back to him and started to lower myself back down. 

I grabbed his dick with my right hand and aimed for my asshole and it took a couple of bumping arounds but I finally got it there but it didn't seem to be working like I wanted so I shifted myself up and reached around this time with my left hand and pushed it right on in. I slid down, down, down.

Once it stretched the two muscles guarding I sank so slowly, stopping every few moments getting used to the feeling, all the way down to his balls.

After I had seen the videos I had practiced and practiced, first with one finger, then two and finally three. I figured three fingers the way I was holding them had to be bigger than his dick. The joke was so on me for they had proved to be inadequate.

My practicing had quickly moved from fingering myself to a pretty-much life-like dildo I had ordered over the 'net with overnight delivery. I wanted to see what it was like as soon as possible so I could decided whether or not I was going to give up that last cherry to him. 

Amazingly, I found that it didn't hurt as much as I thought and as soon as I got over the idea that there was something sticking into and out of my butt I began to not be afraid. It didn't do much for me at the beginning, just sitting there inside my asshole, all seven inches of it but then I figured out that if I played with my clit with one hand and moved the dildo in and out with the other...

It hadn't taken long to soon associate the movement in my asshole with the extreme pleasure from fingering my clit. I was determined to give it up the next time we were intimate which would mean the next time we met.

I moved up and down, much slower than he had pounded my pussy and I know much slower than he would have tried to shove it up my ass. That's not taking anything away from him, it's just that I've found over the years that at times like these even the most intelligent man and I put Jimmy at the top of that list, tend to think with their little head and not with their big head.

Clichés and stereotypes always have some truth behind them.

Rocking from side to side, I was moaning like someone who had a bad itch or something and couldn't get to it. 'oahhh, oahhh, oahhh, ooooo...' I put my fingers down on my clit and began rubbing in circles.

I had started out leaning forward a little and had braced myself that way but now I was leaning back enough that my other hand was behind me on the back of the couch holding me up.

As I continued working my clit I could feel another orgasm coming and coming fast. It started in my breasts and moved down to my ass and clit.

If I had a video of that night I probably would be laughing at how my breasts were bouncing up and down in concert with my ass moving up and down on his dick.

By this time, if I remember correctly after all this time, I most likely had my eyes close and my mouth open. I tend to do that when I'm that into it.

I realized he was helping me move up and down, one hand under the right side of my ass and the other bracing me on my left side and I had my left foot on the carpet and my right one still on the couch helping to spread my legs and my ass apart. 

My curly golden hair was pretty much soaked. I had never done all these things, let alone all these things one after another and taken such a fucking long time at it.

I no longer was sinking all the way down but kept the head of the dick just at the entrance and probably a two inches at the most inside. The feeling was intense, the dick moving in and out and all the pressure on my formerly virgin asshole. 

I knew I was coming... I knew I was coming... and still needed just that something to kick me over.

I finally stopped moving with his dick half in, half out. He moved his hands to my waist to hold me there. I felt it as his dick swelled slightly and twitched several times sending his semen straight up my asshole into my rectum. Infuckingcredible! I was so glad I had decided to do it with him.

My ass was full and I was satisfied he was finally done. I carefully lifted myself from his still hard dick and put my finger into my ass; I didn't want to make a mess all over the couch and floor.

If someone had told me then I'd be on my knees orally satisfying a man I just met a week or so earlier I would have laughed... or slapped him.

I got up and went to the table to get some napkins to dry us off. I took my finger out and put a couple of table napkins there to absorb whatever was going to leak out and went back to the living room where he still was.

I licked all around the shaft and then put his dick in my mouth and sucked it dry. The fact that it had been in my ass just a few moments before didn't even occur to me until much later that night and I panicked wondering what kind of diarrhea I was going to have in the next few days.

After I had cleaned him to the best of my ability I laid my head in his lap, closed my eyes and his hands moved across my breasts, touching, holding, squeezing my nipples. I felt myself getting wet again and knew we were going to go the bedroom again but just not then.

I was tired.

I opened my eyes, wondering why he had stopped for the moment was lost. I heard his Blackberry vibrating distinctly on the dining table. 

"Damn, can't get a moment alone... Shit! I have to get this... It's Paras... Alessa, I'm..."

I put a finger to his lips and just said, "Shhh, it's all right, Jimmy. I understand." 

But, I didn't... why was Paras so entwined with my life?

I got up from the sofa and picked up my clothes from the floor.

"Crowell... yes, what? All right, I'm coming." 

His were wide open in near panic. "Jesus Christ!" was all he could say.

He put the Blackberry in his pocket. Standing behind, he kissed me once more, his hands caressing me, once again moving across my breasts.

He went into his bedroom and put on a clean uniform while I dressed and rearranged my clothing in the living room. He came out with his travel bag and with my hand in his, took the elevator back down to the helicopter pad again.

The waiting Blackhawk, its blades already turning and whipping up the wind, was forcing me back.

Jimmy turned to me, "I'm sorry, but I must leave you here." 

He put his hand to my cheek for just a moment, then moved forward and kissed me with a deep and probing kiss to my very soul, ducked under the spinning blades and climbed into the helicopter. 

As the door was sliding shut, I could see Major Paras with a most terrified look on her face already belted in, tightly clutching her laptop to her chest and two other men I had never met.

Even before he had belted himself in, the helicopter rose up into the air and turned toward the coast. I was turning and bending over, trying to avoid the downwash of the helicopter and it disappeared before I could turn around again.



Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 16



Copyright @ calibeachgirl

All rights reserved, 2010

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Maria's story....

The colonel and I walked along the side of the huge building on the San Diego base.

I remember looking at the moon and giving myself an almost silent sigh wishing I had made a better choice in life, that I had never met the colonel, that I never joined the Marines, that I had the chance for a family... and yet, I knew that I could not change what had happened in the past, the present was following its own path, and for me the future was still unknown.

Passing through the numerous security checkpoints we finally entered the conference room deep inside the building. Aside from the obvious need of the on-site members, six huge flat screens spaced along the wall connected them with various commands around the world.

We had brought along the ranking members of the FBI and CIA with us from Malibu. He was not surprised to find copies of his earlier proposal on the conference table being read by a different group of ranking officers including one flag officer representing his friend, Admiral Woodrell.

Two large screens covered one entire wall showing huge container ships moving across the Pacific. Other walls gave locations of the new radiation detecting buoys strung out along the ocean's surface. Several were marked in red and satellite photos were superimposed over the diagrams.

"Latest Intel has both container ships leaving Hong Kong and moving eastward toward us. Somehow, with everything else happening over there we missed them being shipped from North Korea. 

The first has a scheduled stop at Honolulu which we believe will be a strike against Pearl while the other is heading toward Los Angeles. We have full sat coverage and will pick them up with Orions as they come into range. Colonel Crowell and Major Paras have been working closely with the FBI and the CIA on contingency plans if they get near the US coast. Our job is to make sure that won't be necessary. 

The president has decided that Crowell and Paras will determine the plan of action. According to the briefs that they have brought from Malibu they have several scenarios for situations like this. Major, it's all yours."

I stood up and faced all the west coast admirals sitting there. 

"Our first line of attack will be coordinated through the Task Force 70 carrier George Washington of the Seventh Fleet, Task Force 71 which covers Special Warfare and Explosive Disposal, Task Force 72 with the P3 Orions for reconnaissance and Task Force 74 with the Los Angeles class submarine Corpus Christi.

Our second line will consist of the Third Fleet with the Task Force 37 carriers Ronald Reagan and Abraham Lincoln and three Los Angeles class submarines now leaving from San Diego... Now here's what we're going to do..."

We left the conference several hours later and went outside to get some fresh air.

Moving over to a dark corner, the colonel took out his Blackberry and called Alessa. She must have answered rather quickly because he didn't have to wait more than a few seconds.

Standing right there in the silence, I could not help but hear the conversation and he seemed to forget I was there.

"Are you awake? Yes, I know it's two o'clock on the morning. Listen carefully... Get enough busses to evacuate everyone from our complex and head north on the 5... call Shenan and have him pick up the Gylers and meet you with his family at Redding... tell him you're all going to the new property I just bought.

When you get to Redding, have Holly get enough food to last about a week, make that two weeks. Make sure you take all the SUVs... Tell Philip 'code 7', remember that, 'Code 7'. Alessa, get everyone out now!"

The colonel was plowing through every protocol the Navy had in place regarding top secret information. Strangely, that had not bothered me as much as what he said next.

"I... I love you, Alessa, I loved you from the moment we had lunch that day... I needed to tell you that. Now, go!"

He knew that he had broken a huge number of security protocols but he didn't seem to care. He couldn't evacuate the entire Los Angeles area but he could get his people out... his woman out.

I had no family... the Corps was my family... he knew I wanted him to be my family and he would protect me as well as he could considering what was coming.

He sensed me coming up behind him and turned. 

"Oh, it's you, Major. Has anything changed?"

"Yes and no. We have to go back. The ships are still coming on schedule but they want us to fly out to the lead carrier and be on site."

"What!!!??? You've got to be kidding! What can we do out there that we can't do here? This is crazy. Who do I talk to about this?"

"It's no use, I've already tried. Admiral Woodrell was adamant about it. He said that being on scene or at least much closer to the action would help us prove the system since we must stop those ships no matter what. You know that."

He was so angry I could see it even in the dim light.

"Yes, I do... I just thought I was through with flying out to carriers and being in the military... I'm sorry, Maria, I didn't include you in that. I'm not the young fool I used to be." 

"I have some other bad news for you. They've activated the IRR rules and you've been extended."

"Ah, c'mon... what can I do in the Corps that I can't do outside? This is ridiculous. Who do I talk to?"

"I'm sorry but with the war on terror, if you're considered vital you're called back... I'm hoping it might be a short duration duty." 

Damn it, I couldn't believe it... if he's back in the military even longer then there was no hope for me at all. I hated my life! I hated my life! I hated my life!

I turned half-away, not wanting him to the see the desperation in my face.

Crowell stood there in the dark, fuming. We knew that the eight year requirement had not been met yet and so his IRR status was still in effect. Stupidly, he must have thought what he was doing would require them to leave him in place in Los Angeles. 

Now, breaking my heart once again, he had just declared himself to Alessa.

"Colonel, please, we need to get back. They're waiting for us." I walked away from him wiping the tears from my face with my sleeve.

He doggedly followed me back into building. His anger was barely under control when he met Admiral Woodrell and Major General Richard Church. Woodrell motioned us to take a chair, hoping as a friend, to break the news of his recall in the best possible light.

I had begun to worry. I was scheduled to get out early next year. If they called both of us for a longer contract, our enlistment could just last forever. If that had been the case, I would have gone over his head and transferred somewhere else. I didn't care where so long as it was away from them.

"Jim... I'm sure that Major Paras has already told you the news. I know that this is very inconvenient for you, especially at this time of your personal life." 

The admiral leaned over and put his hands on the table, biding for time. 

"Jim, I know all about Alessa and what this might do to your relationship with her." 

The admiral gave a wary sideways glance at me. My eyes were red and he felt he knew why. 

"I'm sorry but the president has decided that you must be in the chain of command for this operation. He has the greatest respect for your abilities and told me to give you this." 

The Marine Corps general handed the colonel a large envelope embossed with the seal of the White House and a small jewelry box. 

"Go on, open it up."

Inside were general's stars, shining in the room's light.

Crowell carefully opened the envelope and pulled out a group of papers and began reading the cover letter signed by the president himself. He reread the letter four times, not believing what he was seeing. Not only was he being recalled to active duty but the president had directed that he be promoted to brigadier general and in charge of the mission. 

At one time, I was sure, in his military career he would have welcomed this opportunity with both arms but now... with his business incredibly moving forward at such a fast pace... and Alessa... what about her? How was this going to affect her? Honestly, at the time I didn't care how I was going to affect her but now, I'm ashamed how I had felt then.

"Major Paras, you have also been promoted to Colonel due to your work with Crowell." 

He handed me a similar small case holding colonel's eagles but evidently I didn't rate a letter from the president. 

"We'll need you to leave at first light. We've a couple of Hornets ready to fly you out to the Reagan. Major... that is, Colonel Paras, you've never flown to a carrier before so might as well make the trip during the daylight. 

Without giving away the situation, General, you may call Alessa and tell her what's happening. As far as how long... we don't know but hope that it will be quick and to the point. I'm really sorry, Jim, I know you didn't want this and could have done it without coming back in but the president thinks otherwise."

Alessa's story....

"Jimmy?" As quiet as the bus was, it was still a bus and I pressed the Blackberry hard against my head trying to hear him.

"Alessa, darling... I have some very bad news. My enlistment in the Marines has been extended for a while. Major... I mean, Colonel Paras and I will be gone for at least a week which is why I had you take everyone north. I'll explain everything later. 

I'll be on the Reagan with Paras for that time; we'll be out somewhere in the Pacific. I'll call you each chance I get but don't call me; it will break all kinds of security measures. Is everything alright? Where are you?"

"We're just north of Sacramento and have joined up with Bill and his family. He picked up the Gylers and I've got them on the bus with me. Jimmy, what's going on?"

"Darling, I can't tell you now, maybe never but when you get settled in at the cabin, stay there... keep CNN on somewhere the whole time. I've got to go; I'm flying out to the carrier in a few hours... Alessa?"

"Yes, Jimmy?"

"Alessa, I love you and we'll get married at Christmas in Hawaii if I get back." 

The phone call finished from his end.

Marry me!!! If I get back?!!! Oh, God, what was Jimmy doing? And what was he doing going to an aircraft carrier?

I felt like he was saying goodbye and I would never see him again; turning to the window I began to cry, not knowing at the time how right I had been.

Early morning, Sunday, July 22rd, 2007 Carrier USS Reagan, 280 miles west of Hawaii, Pacific Ocean

Maria....

Leaving San Diego in a supersonic fighter plane held none of the fascination that it should have for me. The plane raced westward into the still dark sky and I gripped the side of the cockpit so hard that my hands were white. My breathing was so rapid that the pilot, Bob Osborne, turned down the cockpit communications waiting for me to calm down. It was a very quiet three hour flight to Pearl and then a half-hour more to the Reagan.

Although the general had made numerous carrier night landings, this was my first time in a fighter plane. Although I had calmed down a bit, I was sure Lieutenant Osborne could hear my still labored breathing as we approached the huge Nimitz class carrier.

"Colonel," Osborne said, "if you look over at about two o'clock, you can see the Reagan. We'll be done in a few minutes... please make sure that you're still buckled in correctly. Thanks for flying Marine Air."

The postage sized ship rapidly grew in size, until it was all I was interested in, wanting to get down on the deck and off the plane. I realized flying in a supersonic fighter was very different from flying in the general's comfortable, secure Gulfstream.

As our plane caught the arresting cable, the stop jerked me forward, and my three hour 40 minute supersonic ride was over, thank God.

"Welcome to the Reagan, Colonel. Hope you enjoyed the ride."

"uhhhh... yeah... thanks, Lieutenant. I'll let you know when I'd like another."

"That's OK, Colonel... we're to wait until you and the general are finished with your mission. Do you need any help unhooking your straps?"

But before I could answer, the support crew had already unhooked the safety belts and my oxygen connections. They told me to keep my helmet.

"Well, Colonel, how did you like your first landing on a carrier?"

"General... something not to be forgotten... something to not be repeated."

"Kinda hard getting home, then." He seemed to take a sly pleasure at my discomfort. It was ironic that a Marine officer was unhappy flying at a thousand miles an hour miles above the ocean.

A tall but strongly built officer approached us and saluted. 

"I'm Commander Mike Hunter, General Crowell, Colonel Paras. Please follow me." 

He led us into the warren of decks and passageways that made up the interior of the huge floating city. More than 5000 men and women were living and working inside the ship. Eventually, we reported to the Captain of the ship, David Grande, and Admiral Vincent Woodrell who had preceded us by a few hours.

"General James Crowell and Colonel Maria Paras, reporting, sir!"

"At ease, at ease. The Lincoln is steaming toward our intercept sites. Hopefully, it won't come to that but we still must get a boarding party onto those ships to make sure that your information is correct. The president, naturally, is throwing everything we have at this, although I'm hoping that it won't be necessary... however, the Admiral tells me that you've never been wrong. In this case, that's too bad."

"Admiral, Captain... I'm sorry, too, if it turns out to be true. It means that our enemies have access to weapons that are impossibly dangerous and the means to obtain them. We're going to stop them here and then take care of them there."

"Well, until our Orions have the ships on sight, we're relying on the satellites for their positions... by tomorrow, I believe, we'll be able to take action. Why don't you and the colonel get settled in, and I'll see you at 0900 hours, tomorrow morning."

"Yes, sir." With two snappy salutes, we started to leave the wardroom. 

Hunter spoke up. "Allow me to escort you to your cabins." 

As many times as Crowell had been on board Nimitz class ships, it still was a huge three dimensional maze to be crossed. I, having never been aboard one, would have been totally lost. Hunter and an ensign carrying our travel bags led the way to the cabins further in the rabbit warren.

A short while later, Hunter showed Crowell his cabin. 

"You'll have to share with me this trip out, General. Ensign Plooming will escort you wherever you need to go."

"Yes, I'd like to take a look around, thanks."

"Colonel, if you'll come with me, I'll show you to your cabin." 

He took my travel bag, letting me carry my laptop case. Several minutes later, he showed me to a cabin a little further in the ship. 

"I hope that you'll be comfortable. I'll be your escort, while you're here, if you don't mind."

Hunter was excited to meet me. As I eventually found out, since he was very young, strong women dominated his life. At first it was his mother and then his younger sisters. 

When he had to join the Navy for the money, the discipline of military life continued his need. Every paycheck went directly to his mother in San Diego. And although he had risen through the ranks by correctly following orders, he knew there were still officers above his rank filling his need for direction. 

His submissive behavior toward the women in his life would greatly impact both Alessa's and my lives. To me, it had just been another insult to my personal life.

Now I had crossed paths with his, a Marine officer no less. Now I know that he was thinking if he could somehow convince me to allow him some time with me.

I probably should have jumped overboard, instead.

"Thank you, Commander. I'd... I'd like that. Please sit down while I put these away. What's it really like, living on a ship like this?"

"Oh, it's good and bad. You get a lot of clean air to breathe and when there's an actual mission you feel like you're doing something. Otherwise, you're constantly training for a war you hope never happens. How about yourself?"

"It's about the same, except onshore. Crowell runs a very tight ship with the military side of the installation but the business side is a little looser. Sometimes, we're on duty 24/7 for days at a time until some crisis is over. The fact that no one knows there was a crisis is a testament to how he's handled it."

"But, there are a number of people working there, right? Or, does he take credit for the whole thing, moving his career along?"

"Oh, no! He never takes credit for anything! He had been out of the Marines for a while... at least until this morning when he was recalled. The higher ups acknowledge that he's the prime mover but he's done everything he can to help everyone's career succeed and be financially secure in case something happens so their families are taken care of. 

We've lost a few people over the years and he's taken each and every loss personally, for he's the one who decided to send them in."

"He sounds like a wonderful man."

"Yes, he is... enough about that... what about you?"

"I grew up in a small town in West Virginia, out in the coal country. My father's family were coal miners. My mother told me to get out and join the Navy. This is going to be my last tour out here, though; I'd like to settle down with an intelligent strong woman to start a family. I would like to think I would serve her in whatever she wants."

There should have been a loud alarm ringing in my head by that time but my unhappiness with the general clouded my judgement.

"So, you don't have a girl?" 

He was pretty smart and good looking. He seemed to like a structured life... hmmm... intelligent strong woman... serve her in whatever she wants... I still don't know what I was thinking other than I was so damn tired having men control my life. At the time, Hunter seemed like a good alternative the way I was feeling.

"No... this life is not good for meeting someone or romance... too many military divorces because of separation and finances. I don't want that to happen to whoever I would fall in love with... I want someone to give me guidance." 

He was dropping hints right and left and they sank into my subconscious, controlling what I did.

"Where did you grow up?" he asked. "There was something before the Marines, I'm sure."

"I grew up in Los Angeles... it was fun but became impossible to do anything, after a while. You couldn't afford a house, there's still a lot of racism, you know, the usual. 

I joined the Marines, more to get out from under my father's thumb. He had some serious old world ideas that were crushing me... I didn't want to get married at 17 and have five children. So as soon as I could I left. 

Although I'm stationed in Los Angeles, he still doesn't want to talk to me and it's been fifteen years, now I don't... uh... let's talk about something else, shall we?"

"I apologize. I didn't mean to bring you there. Please forgive me." 

His expression was the saddest I had ever seen that didn't involve someone dying and for a moment it looked like he thought I was going to hit him. 

"Well, may I suggest we could talk about tomorrow or we could take a walk around the deck... the view from the fantail is incredible."

By that time I was so tired worrying about the fate of the world and my own life that I needed to do something away from all the military trappings present.

"Yes, let's do that... I've had enough business for one day, and everything's in place... nothing I can do now except wait. It's up to others to keep track of things for a while."

Hunter gave me a headset for ear protection and took me out onto the flight deck. After carefully walking around the various aircraft, he extolled the various features of each type. 




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I said the appropriate responses, leaving him unaware that I knew the details of each aircraft far better than he did. Working with Crowell required me to have knowledge of every asset available to the US military.

We stopped for lunch and continued into the great ship. Walking by the bridge and seeing Crowell present I started into the glass lined room. 

"I'm sorry, Colonel, but that's off limits unless you have the clearance." 

I remember smiling at his startled face and continued on into the bridge.

"Permission to enter the bridge?"

Captain Grande, hearing me there at the hatch, motioned me inside.

"Good morning, Captain. Thank you for your courtesy. Good morning, General. Any changes?"

"No, everything's still going according to plan."

"Colonel, is Commander Hunter taking good care of you? I trust he's giving you the ten cent tour. Commander Hunter... the colonel here has a higher clearance than you do so show her whatever she's interested in."

"Yes, Captain, I do believe that I can take good care of her," Hunter replied, looking at me with a deeper respect. 

He told me much later that was when he decided I was perfect for him and to try and convince me to take him. His subconscious wanted to be with me, to serve me as he believed I deserved.

After everything that had been hinted at, I immediately caught his veiled reference to me. To this day, I honestly don't know what I had been thinking... all I know was that the situation with Alessa and the general was the last straw and I was determined to be in control of any relationship I would have in the future. I remember thinking that with a little help, he could be just fine. After Crowell, I was never letting another man have charge of my fate.

For the rest of the afternoon, he took me to the most secret parts of the ship trying his best to impress me with his courteous behavior and ability to care for my slightest interest and need. 

As for myself, as the day wore on, I truly appreciated the amount of labor involved in designing, building and manning the ship. My knowledge had been based on dry sheets of paper and computer graphics; Hunter's tour put a face to the men and women that made the ship come alive.

Michael took me back to the fantail, showing me a safe and reasonably low noise place to stand. With no landings or take-off scheduled for a while, the area was quiet except for the rush of water 80 feet below, churned up by the powerful engines of the ship.

We stood there, hands on the railing, watching the wide Pacific flow around the ship. For some reason, I looked at him and smiled and I was enjoying just being together with him, nothing being said, nothing asked, nothing answered. I liked how he was respectful of my needs and didn't take the stupid macho attitude so many in the military did. I was drawn to his need to please me.

Now, I know that he was somehow pushing all the buttons to make me want him. He had already wanted to be my submissive. I didn't even know what that was, then and had so much to learn over the next month or so.

Time passed quietly and the sun lay low on the horizon giving a crimson tint to the Pacific. I remembered the old sea ditty... red sky at night, sailor's delight... Maybe things would be better, I thought. 

I needed someone who would always put my needs first and I was going to see if Michael was the one. I loved the general but my heart was broken into too many pieces. 

First thing to do tonight is look up his record and then convince the general to get him transferred to Malibu... I had smiled to myself... maybe this trip would be worthwhile in more ways than expected if we all survived the mission.

"Would you like to eat? They're serving now." 

He brought me out of her reverie. He told me later that he wondering if I had been thinking about him.

I saw he was being aroused. His sisters had told him over and over he must wait until he was told it was all right to have an erection and he was trying so much to control himself but unable to do so.

"Yes, let's go." 

He led me to the officer's mess and we had a quiet dinner as I wondered if he was the one to fill the desires I had locked up in my heart. 

At 2200 hours, I decided to call it a day and had him escort me back to my borrowed claustrophobic cabin. I had known living at the Malibu complex was an incredible posting but that small cabin reinforced it.

He had started so slowly and wasn't aggressive at all. I now know it was the intense training his four sisters had given him over the years before he joined the Navy and they reinforced his behavior whenever he came home on leave His behavior was so ingrained from childhood he automatically knew what to do. At the time, I must admit that I wasn't thinking of what pleasuring me might have meant for him, I was only selfishly interested on what he could do for me. 

Whether I realized it or not, I had been auditioning him for the opportunity to leave those five women and just be with me... or, as it turned out, Alessa and me.

I told him to sit on the bunk and wait while I showered. When I returned to the cabin I found him standing in the corner of the small room just looking at the bunks. As soon as he saw me, he smiled. It was the first time I had seen him smile since I had arrived on board.

I sat down on the edge of the bottom bunk and unwrapped my towel. I could tell he was looking at my breasts and pussy as his eyes shifted their gaze down. His tongue moved across his lips in an almost feminine way. I was so angry at the general that I didn't care what I did or whom it was with. 

Had I been thinking straight that night, it probably would have never happened and he would still be living with his family in San Diego... or he might have stayed in the Navy. He still needs a very structured life and Alessa and I have been able to provide it for him. I know we have treated him so much better than they did.

"Michael," I said, in a manner that I recognize now was harsher than I've used with him since but that night somehow I knew that I had to be the one he would be submissive to. Did I consciously know he was a submissive? No and even now I honest to God don't know how I knew to do what I had done.

That simple act of calling him 'Michael' was enough to trigger some hidden response from him. He immediately got down on his knees between my legs. I was waiting for him to do the next logical thing and so I had leaned back resting my head on the pillow I had propped up against the bulkhead.

He just knelt there, motionless. 

It then dawned on me. He was awaiting permission to pleasure me. In the beginning, I still didn't understand the dynamics of his submissive behavior and was thinking he would do what should have come naturally. 

His sisters had explained later when we met in San Diego that they had forced him to wait for permission before he would even be able to touch them. The oldest, Brianna, confessed that they had mercilessly beat him those first few years when they had discovered what they could make him do. They made sure that he was a totally submissive... what? I still don't know. 

From all appearances he was a strong, virile handsome man who had a high rank in the US Navy but he unfortunately turned out to be like those chocolate-covered marshmallow cookies. A little hard on the outside and squooshy on the inside. 

My God! Whatever those girls had done had produced an incredible pussy-licker artist... Of course, at the time whether he was indeed good or not I had no real way of telling. I had been waiting so long for the general to choose me life was passing me by. All those years lost just made me even angrier at men in general and my initial treatment of Michael was caring but wasn't all that loving.

Everybody does something unintentionally and being a bitch then was just one of those things I didn't have control over when it came to dealing with men.

"Michael?" I had just called a Commander in the United States Navy by his first name and it wasn't in a very loving way.

He looked up; his gaze had been toward the floor and I hadn't even noticed. I have been trying to make up to him for the way the women in his life have treated him but he is so settled into his persona that I think it actually makes him uncomfortable to move from his structured lifestyle now.

"Michael, you may start now." How did I know how to talk to him in such a way? The years in the Corps had taught me how to give orders and yet it was just the two of us in what I had hoped would be a romantic interlude. 

He began moving his hands on the inside of my thighs and carefully pulled my legs apart a little bit more. 

Whether I had decided to keep him because I did like him although I was no longer convinced he would be good husband material or because I felt sorry for him and wanted to protect him, it no longer mattered the second his lips touched my pussy. His tongue came out and licked my pussy from the bottom on up to my clit and moved from my labia to my inner lips and then back again.

He began to lick and then gently sucked them into his mouth and then massaged them with his tongue. He worked his way from the left side to the right and back again. I started to feel warm inside. Although I had masturbated I was always knowing what I was going to do next but with him, each movement was an unfamiliar astonishment. 

His saliva smoothed his ability to thrust his tongue in and out of my pussy and then he began to move it around the inside walls.

He used the flatness of his tongue to cover the sides of my now so wet pussy and would occasionally dart it inside here and there as a surprise. 

I already had begun to feel the warmth that I had always associated with masturbating myself and was actually amazed at how greater it felt when he did it for me. He continued to circle my clit and started to increase the pressure of his tongue.

I could tell by the coolness on my clit that it was exposed and he began to make little suckings around it before he took it into his mouth and closing his lips. Ahh, Jesus, I had never felt like that before.

He began to tease me with his fingers and his middle finger began to rub my clit. I could feel myself getting so wet I knew it was going to mess up the bunk sheet but then he licked it up, every last little drop and returned the warm liquid back into my pussy. His finger had continued to circle my clit and I knew I was going to cum.

I remember moving around on the bunk getting antsy waiting for it to start and then he put two fingers into my pussy and rubbed my G-spot. It started somewhere in the back of my head, moved down to my nipples which I had started to pinch myself, then stayed in my tummy for a minute before crashing into my pussy and blasting back into my head. 

I shook a little and then wrapped both legs around his neck pulling his face deep into my pussy. I know I had abused him that night but I've never hit him, either then or now. I cared for him too to do that and both Alessa and I have been working with him to have a more normal life around us.

"Touch my tits," I told him and he tried to get his arms around my entrapping legs. I opened them enough so that his hands could reach my breasts and he brushed across my nipples. 

"Fuck!" was all I could say as his fingers rested there for just a moment before he began to gently massage them with both hands, all the while still licking my pussy. I could feel my nipples harden and rise, getting tighter each time his fingers touched, squeezed and gently pinched me.

He took his left hand and put them into my pussy getting them so, so wet and then brought them back up and spread the liquid over my right nipple. It smoothed his movements and I began to feel so hot I came again.

I vaguely remember making some kind of guttural sound but can't describe it to save my life.

"Suck my pussy," was about the last thing I consciously thought of before I trembled one last time for the night.

I went to sleep, dreaming of new possibilities. The more I selfishly thought about it, the more I decided I wanted him.

Early morning, Tuesday, July 24th, 2007 Carrier USS Reagan, 527 miles west of Hawaii, Pacific Ocean

Still on Pacific Coast time, I woke up Tuesday morning at 0400 hours and rose from the bunk in my borrowed cabin. While Hunter slept on the floor, I showered and after making sure that my uniform was in good condition, went to the Reagan's ready room. I had forgotten to tell him that he could return to his cabin or sleep in the top bunk so he went to sleep right there. 

I promised myself and him to never let that happen again. I still am controlling and that's never going to change but I'm not cruel. Cruelty had been reserved for his sisters as I found out later.

Aircraft carriers have two command structures in place; one was charged with running the ship, the other with the aircraft. I was going to speak with the pilots.

The morning's briefing was being sent encrypted to the pilots on the USS Lincoln.

At 0600, the general and I entered the ready room and the flight officers stood to attention. He motioned them to be seated and was glad to see that efficient as always, I had already arrived earlier and had set up the presentation.

"Good morning, gentleman" He noticed two women in the back of the room. 

Got to pay more attention, Crowell... how did you miss those two? "...and ladies." 

"We are General James Crowell and Colonel Maria Paras. We are here to brief you on today's mission which is now classified top secret... so top secret, that it never happened. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Good. Colonel Paras, if you please."

"Commander Rivers, are you still receiving us clearly?" I asked. I wanted any problems to be cleared up now rather than in the middle of my presentation.

"Yes, Colonel, we are fine here on the Lincoln."

"This is a war mission with all weapons hot."

There was some murmuring and squirming in the back of the room and I now had their entire interest. 

"Our intelligence has determined that there are two ultra large container ships heading toward the US... the first one toward Hawaii, we believe to destroy Pearl... the second to the west coast, most likely Los Angeles Harbor according to its manifest.

We believe that each one is carrying a hydrogen bomb."

The room erupted in shock and the flight crews were turning to each other, wondering what they were in for.

I waited for it to quiet down and then lowered the lights and turned on the digital projector, showing a video of an H-bomb test. 

"Strangely enough, this is from YouTube. Information that would have had spies executed is now open for the whole world to see."

When the film was over, I turned up the lights and faced the silent group. 

"You now know what is at stake. If these ships are able to reach their destinations, the devastation will ruin the nation forever. 

The Jihadists have no problem with that, the Chinese, communist or not, have no problem with that and we know that the North Koreans are involved but aren't quite sure to what extent. We believe that both bombs are set for their full yield."

A hand went up from the middle of the group. 

"Colonel, just how sure are we about this?"

"Three CIA agents, two Americans of Korean ancestry and one American of Chinese ancestry, died getting this information to us... furthermore, a huge amount of money, over 500 million dollars, was transferred to China two years ago from the Middle East, most notably Saudi Arabia, through Malaysia and then Hong Kong. That information is thanks to our CIA hackers and has been confirmed by MI-6. 

Are there any other questions? 

If these bombs explode, everyone in most of Southern California, northern Mexico, possibly some of Central America depending on which way the wind blows will die within a year from radiation poisoning if they weren't killed outright."

Several hours later, I had finished with the briefing and S-3 Vikings catapulted westward from both the Reagan and Lincoln toward the two ships. Accompanying each Viking were four Hornets with a full load of weapons. 

Hunter told me that was the moment he was completely entranced with me. He saw the way I had directed the meeting... strong, forceful, intelligent... He needed to go to a head as quickly as possible to wait until he was calm again. I found out later that for years that was the only way he could relieve himself and he had to sneak to do it. His mother and sisters were a strange lot and I found myself heading in their direction.

With the satellite GPS information, both planes were on station two hours later. Orbiting five miles above the Pacific, real-time video was sent to both carriers showing each target ship, capable of carrying thousands of containers, moving eastward toward the United States.

The Admiral Woodrell and General Crowell looked at each ship in turn and swore like the military men they were. 

Buried somewhere in those thousands of large steel boxes were two bombs to end the American Dream and the idea of searching the two ships went overboard.

There was no such thing as a perfect plan and this one looked to heading south from the get-go.

The Vikings continued their careful watch, air-refueled twice and were replaced by two others. As the distances closed between the task force and the Chinese ships, the Marines aboard the carriers began to gather themselves together not knowing yet that there would be no need for their services.



Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 17



Chapter 17

"I had a finger up my ass and it still wasn't good enough."

Early morning, Thursday, July 26th

Carrier USS Reagan, 280 miles west of Hawaii, Pacific Ocean

Maria....

As I was being strapped into the back seat, Osborne went over the emergency procedures again. 

"I'm telling you, Colonel, when we shoot of the cat, it'll be like nothing else. Ever been in a sports car?"

"One time, with a friend of mine." 

I was already squirming in the seat knowing what was coming was going to be bad. Even though I skipped breakfast, my stomach was tightening, just thinking about it.

"Well, we're going to accelerate from nothing to something in about two seconds. I'll give you the heads up."

The two Hornets lined up side by side on the ship's catapults and I could see Jim waving at me from the other Hornet. 

"Colonel, we will launch about ten seconds after the other plane. You good to go?" 

I knew he could immediately hear my breathing speed up. 

"Colonel, you all right back there?"

"Yeh... yes... let's just go."

With a wave of his hand, he signaled his fellow pilot and the deck crew that he was ready and first one and then the other F-18 were flying away from the carrier. 

The launch pushed me back into me seat with a great weight on my chest.

By the time I opened my eyes, 'Yellow Flight' was ten miles in front of the fleet and we were heading back toward Hawaii. Flying about a half-mile apart, the two pilots practiced combat tactics, changing every twenty minutes from lead to wingman. 

The smooth ride had given me a false sense of security and I was enjoying myself. The checker-shirted crewman who cinched me in must have done it a little too tightly because the crotch strappings had started to rub my thighs and were driving me insane in a very good way.

I couldn't believe it... the rubbing straps had caused me to orgasm right there in the back seat. I still don't know if it was because of the thrill of flying now that I wasn't afraid anymore to fly

The two planes pulled closer together so I could have some souvenir photos taken. I pulled out my small digital camera and started taking pictures, moving it around the cockpit to get that 'perfect' shot for my living room wall. 

Jim was rapidly taking photos of my fighter just one-hundred feet away traveling at 900 miles an hour. He waved at me and as I waved back, he finally took the photo he was looking for. It's still hanging on our living room wall.

Phelps, the other pilot, told me later that Jim had asked him if there was going to be any layover time in Honolulu or if we were just going to refuel and leave. Phelps told him that since he was the general, we could do whatever he wanted.

Later that evening, Jim told me he had Phelps set up a flight time for the next morning so we could spend some time in Waikiki together and he had wanted to take me out for some shopping and dinner.

Far ahead was Barber's Point Naval Air Station where we were going to land.

Up front, the pilot was contacting Barber's Point Naval Air Station. 

We were all on the same frequency so I was able to hear what little conversation there was between Jim and Phelps.

"You're good to go, General. Shall I contact the others?"

"Let me do it, please."

"You're the boss. Yellow Flight One to Yellow Flight Two."

"Yellow Flight Two... go ahead."

"Maria, can you hear me? Good. I'm taking you shopping and to dinner. We'll get a couple of rooms at the Royal, how's that?"

"Thank you, General. I'm looking forward to it." 

I had hoped the sexual tension between the two of us might go away now that I was interested in Commander Hunter... even if Michael had been 'damaged' by the women in his family, I still thought I could 'fix' him.

**********

Early morning, Thursday, July 26th

Royal Hawaiian Hotel, Waikiki, Honolulu

Immediately after landing Jim called the Royal Hawaiian and reserved two rooms for the night. After we showered at the air station and put on our clean uniforms, we caught a cab into Honolulu. 

Paying the driver, we checked into the Royal and dropping off our travel bags, we walked over to the shopping center. Jim said he knew he could travel around and go to dinner in his uniform but the idea of me in uniform for dinner didn't sit well with him.

An hour later, he bought me a gown, silk underwear and high heel shoes. Arranging for the clothing to be delivered to the hotel no later than four in the afternoon we went sightseeing. 

Lunch was an upscale Chinese restaurant in the center of Waikiki and then he asked if I wanted to go swimming. We headed back to the shopping mall and he bought some swimwear, sandals and beach towels for the two of us. 

I was confused at what he was doing. He was treating me so nicely and I thought that he might want to sleep with me before we returned to Malibu and Alessa. It seemed so out of character, though, that while the idea lingered in my mind I thought I was wrong.

We change back at the hotel and met in the hallway. I knew was a reasonably good-looking woman but the skimpy red bikini I had chosen was going to so turn heads as soon as we went downstairs. We walked out on the Hawaiian's private beach and found a spot under a shady umbrella. 

Smoothing out the beach towels, I ran into the water and swam out as far as I could because I just wanted to be alone. I bobbed around in the water just thinking of my life and how Michael could possibly change the way I had been living. 

Quite a while later I returned dripping wet. He tossed me a towel we had taken from the hotel and I quickly wiped myself off and wrapped my dark hair. 

I saw him looking at the bathing suit so tight against my body. The sea water, although much warmer than at Malibu and Zuma, was still cold enough to have my nipples stiff and standing out under the fabric. For a moment, I thought the fabric had shrunk because it molded itself against my pussy and I could see it plainly, when I glanced down.

I grinned, seeing that he was beginning to be aroused. Soon, he was more than just aroused and it would have been obvious to anyone looking that his mind was not on watching the waves roll in.

I thought, damn the military regulations that had forever kept us apart. For a brief moment in time I wanted to grab his hand and rush back to the hotel and fulfill the fantasies I had watched grow and entangle my soul for the last five years.

Then I knew that wasn't such a good idea. I knew I couldn't do that to Alessa, even though I didn't like her that much then. It was my own sense of honor that stopped me from at least trying to have sex with him. 

Even then, I realized that what happened between Jim and me was not her fault. It was entirely ours... mine for not declaring myself to him, his for breaking my heart with both Miriam and Alessa.

Too late now...

"Thank you, General..."

"C'mon, there's no one here except us... you know it's always been Jim." 

He caught me blushing but he didn't know why and I wasn't about to tell him.

"Thank you... Jim. I really appreciate your doing this for me. Uhh, how are things with Alessa?" 

I had hoped to push the conversation toward him and away from me.

"Maria... I've liked you for a very long time."

Was he coming onto me, after all these years? I couldn't believe it. My heart sped up as my simple little world began to crash around me.

"I need to say this while I can. I was in love with you, but... you know... it wasn't possible... I was goddamned fool not to say something. I couldn't say anything, although I wanted to. I was so fucking stupid. I hoped that you would have said something, done something, but you didn't."

So... it was my fault? He was right though, in a way... I should have said something, but I was trapped just like him. Damn it to hell! His affirmation of everything I had thought about just made me so much worse. If I could have run back into the ocean I would have swum toward Asia until I drowned I was so sick at heart.

"You seem to like this Hunter fellow. Do you think anything will come of it?"

My Latin temper was boiling just under the surface. Now he was worried about my personal life? What the fuck was he doing to me? I didn't know whether to bother answering or not.

"He's getting out of the Navy when this tour is over next month. I'm going to meet his family. He has four sisters."

"Is this serious? How can I help you? Just say it, Maria. I'm sorry that I never said anything. At the beginning, I was a stickler for following the rules and then there was Miriam... then, you know... and now, there's Alessa. I'm going to marry her. I wanted you to know."

I rolled on the towel, turning away from him to hide my tears. All that time lost and now gone forever. Why did he have to tell me this? My sobs became louder and he then he had to know what a fool he had been, before and definitely right now.

A while later we went back into the hotel and up to our rooms. I turned to him and calmly as possible said, "What time is dinner, Gen... Jim?"

"When would you like to go?"

"I would like to lie down for a while. Is seven all right?"

"Fine, I'll make the reservation downstairs. Maria, I'm sorry. I know that I've hurt you. I didn't mean to but sometimes we're just as guilty of sins of omission as we are for actually doing something. 

Would you... can you... please forgive me and still be my friend? I don't have many friends. The military... the job... it just doesn't allow for it. You know that. I'm sorry. 

The only thing I could give you was the financial opportunities that I had. Truth is no one else has as much money as you. I think it's about $35 million now. I've always been your friend even if I couldn't be your lover."

He had walked over to his room door and looked back. I stepped inside mine and locked the door. I didn't want to see him right then. Why did he do that? What had started out as such a nice day was ruined. I was such a goddamn fool around him.

The afternoon dragged on as I tried to think about our future relationship.

**********

Evening, Thursday, July 26th, 2007 

The Royal Hawaiian Hotel, Waikiki, Hawaii

I lay on the bed all afternoon, my mind rumbling through my feelings for Jim. He had been in love with me almost the whole time but a miserable series of events and rules kept either one of us from saying anything. At least he had been honest with me. I hadn't though... I didn't tell him anything... I knew it was better to leave it that way. 

Somehow, I foolishly thought at the time, I was going to marry Michael... well, maybe not. I really wasn't sure what I was going to do with him other than my decision to get him away from his family. 

I've enough money today, thanks to Jim. I have never forgotten that. I had known that he was helping everyone there, but I had not known that he had been doing so much for me. It had been the only way he could express his feelings. 

I had lain there trying to put some order to the jumbled emotions running through my heart. 

After several hours of frustration, I found myself moving my fingers into my panties and over my mound. Moving my fingers over it, I was pushing hard for several minutes and then I moved down to my clit. I slowly massaged it rubbing gently round and round. I could feel it immediately grow and expand between my thumb and forefinger. I began to moan just so slightly that only I could hear.

As I could feel myself getting more and more moist I slipped my forefinger into my pussy and began to finger-fuck myself in and out while my thumb continued to gently attack my clit. 

My other hand began encircling my left breast and finding its nipple began to move against it as it swelled up, hardening and rising to meet my fingers. I squeezed it so nicely and then began to pinch harder as my moaning increased.

Soon, I had two fingers inside and began to open myself up more and more until I was able to have all four fingers working in concert with my thumb.

The first orgasm hit me and I trembled, shaking my pelvis, wishing Michael was here with me going down on my pussy and bringing me off. His educated mouth was so, so much better than my fingers but he was still out in the middle of the Pacific and I was here in this hotel room by my goddamn self.

It was then I knew I should have gotten a towel first from the bathroom before adventuring off between my legs and the fluid leaked down between my legs coating both my ass and the sheets. 

Seeking that higher high, I took my hand away from my breast and moved it down, down to slide against me between my pussy and my ass. I needed a better high after everything that had happened today. I refused to be without something.

Abandoning all pretense of modesty, I slipped my middle finger up and into my asshole ever so slowly and began to move it in concert with those fingers already moving faster and deeper in my pussy. I could feel myself in both holes with the fingers of each hand.

I soon had another finger in my asshole and began to spread them apart opening it farther. I knew it was all for nothing, though, for I had neither a butt-plug, a dildo or a dick to put there and had to remain satisfied with just the three fingers I now had pushed up in there.

I came hard and was confused for a moment as to which fingers to move. I had totally lost control of myself both mentally and physically and then the room darkened.

I must have fallen asleep for the next thing I remembered was the alarm going off. I still had two fingers in my pussy and the sheet was soaked.

I was too embarrassed to call room service for another set of bedding and through several towels from the bathroom onto the bed.

Damn, it was six o'clock already! I started to get ready... I didn't want him to think I hated him after his confession. I was mad at him, but... he didn't deserve that... and, I wanted to work with him after I left the service the next year. I was done with all this military running around. It had been enough..

I took another quick shower and started to dress for dinner. The smoothness of the silk underwear was so different from my usual wear. After putting on the dress, I looked into the mirror. From over here, I look pretty good. I moved closer, inspecting my face. Not so good here, these 'crow's feet' around my eyes. Laugh lines, some call them. Not too much laughing in my life, though. I cared for him too much to hate him. He was as much a victim as I was. 

'OK,' I told myself, 'woman, time for dinner.'

Jim was walking down the hallway toward my room and I practically ran out, knocking into him. He grabbed me to keep me from falling down. I had looked into his face, seeing his concern. He started to lower his head to mine... and then stopped, turning crimson. 

"Uh... are you OK?" That was the best I could do? God, I was so screwed up.

"I'm fine, now, Jim. Let's go to dinner and that dance you promised me."

He gingerly took my hand on his arm and we took the elevator down to the Azure restaurant. Walking across the lobby, I felt as if every eye was on me and my almost skin tight gown showing my breasts and butt off. I felt like I was naked and actually liked the feeling. 

Today, I think it was a response to both what Jim had done and whatever Michael would be in my life. It was a powerful feeling, somehow. Instead of being nervous dressed as I was, I found it to be emotionally exciting and I felt myself getting warm.

Within minutes, we had a table in an alcove. 

There was a silence for a short while and then I spoke. "Jim... Thank you for telling me. I think I know how hard it must have been. I felt the same way about you. I waited and waited when I should have just said something. You've always been a gentleman with me, even when we were in Iran. You have no idea how hearing this from you after all this time... 

Jim... you've found Alessa. Do I wish it were me? I do but now I'm going to marry Mike Hunter. He's a good man and we think alike with similar interests. He has a family, which I really never had. 

You were the closest person I ever really thought of as family. I know he can love me. 

I want to be your friend, Jim. I really do. You have Alessa, now. She's so in love with you. I'm happy for you, Jim. My time will come." 

I tried to convince myself that what I was saying to him had some truth to it but at the time, it didn't. I had hoped I had convinced him of my good intentions and reached across the table to him. 

"Friends?"

"Always and forever."

I picked up the menu and looked at the fish, trying to decide between the ahi and the opah.

As the evening moved on, the tension had eased somewhat. I knew everything happened for a reason. Starting out in the Marine Corps, eventually going to Iran and surviving that, coming to work at the Joint Intelligence Center at Malibu, meeting Hunter on this most deadly of missions... it was all fate. 

Seeing so many of my fellow Marines die over the last few years... it had to be Fate... and Fate had dictated I would follow this new path in my life. I would make it work; Fate required it.

Of course, at the time I had absolutely no idea how Fate would throw Alessa and me together following what happened.

"I know what we've said... but, would you like to dance?" 

He looked nervously at me, wondering what I would say.

"Yes, I would. You know, we've never danced before in all this time. Maybe it's about time, one last time. Please."

As he held me in his arms, feeling me pressed tightly against him, I wondered for the last time what it would have been like if either of us had said something, anything, years earlier.

"Jim... Thank you for today... all of it. I know it hurt you and me.... Nevertheless, we've had a chance to get it out in the open. I know you'll always be my friend. And, if I ever do get married... when I get married, I would like you to walk me down the aisle. Please."

"Yes, Maria. I can do that. I'm going to give you time with Hunter and let that work out for you. You'll me tell when we can personally work together again. 

Maria, I know now that I failed you but I can't turn my back on Alessa. That would be cruel and inhuman and I do love her. I'll always be there for you, no matter what."

My only answer was to lay my head against his chest and close my eyes and dream of things that might have been.

He said goodnight and walked down the hallway to his room. This time, I waited until he was gone and then closed the door... on so many things.

**********

Morning, Friday, July 27th

The Ribbons of Fate Lie Waiting in the Surf

The phone rang in my room telling me it was 6 a.m. and our cab would arrive promptly at 7:30. I downloaded his pictures from the flight onto my laptop. 

One, I knew, was going to make a great wall display back in Malibu. I carefully folded the gown with the rest of my new clothes and arranged to have them FedEx'd home, not wanting to subject them to the harsh conditions aboard the fighter plane.

Finishing a light breakfast, we were just on time to meet the cab and return to the air station west of Pearl.

Changing from my tan service uniform to the required flight suit, my put on my garrison cap and black leather boots. 

Sometimes people have the strangest thoughts floating through their minds and for me it was no exception... Not too stylish, but definitely safer than those high heels from last night. 

As I looked over the suit, making sure everything was correct for the flight to San Diego, I saw that someone had sewn on the patches for the three F-18 squadrons and the other four flight groups that had participated on the forever-classified mission. 

On the left side on the sewn leather tag was my name and rank and the right side had the carrier air wing patch. Then I saw the piece of paper that had fallen down when I shook the suit out. 




Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 17



Picking it up, I read something that makes me feel good to this very day:

Colonel, we know that you're only supposed to have two squadron patches, but we all voted to give you each one. I radioed ahead to have them do it when you landed. Be sure to check your helmet. Love, your Michael.

I had looked at the helmet and found that it, too, had been covered with the squadron logos. On the front was my 'call sign', I knew had to be from Michael, "Mistress." Mistress, huh? I'll 'Mistress' him, just wait. 

Even then, I hadn't really known what to do but decided Fate had pushed me down this new path and I was determined to follow it to the very end no matter where it led me.

There was a knock on the door. 

"Colonel Paras, are you about ready? Those planes are starting to heat up."

"I'll be right there, General. Just a minute, please." 

I grabbed my laptop case. As I came out of the female flight officers' wardroom, he could only stand there and look. 

"I see Mike got a hold of it, after all," he remarked as if it happened every day.

"You knew about this? And didn't tell me?" I asked. I felt my Latin temper rising again but decided I didn't really care about it anymore.

"Maria, where's the fun in that? Besides, someone had to pay for the helmet and insignia. Those helmets aren't just given away, you know! C'mon, let's go home."

"Yours is kinda plain. What happened?"

"This is the squadron patch of the guys that were with me in Kosovo, you know, our Gulfstream pilots."

"I forgot... it's been a stressful couple of days." As soon as he had said it, I knew what he had meant.

"Maria? I'm sorry. I'll always be there for you, you know that. Friends?"

"Yes... friends..." What else could I have said, then? He wasn't a bad man, just a man caught up in whatever Fate had thrown at him... just, as I have discovered, like me.

Out on the tarmac, even though cockpits were covered the planes had indeed warmed up in the humid tropical heat and I was sweating before I even reached the plane. 

'Hawaii's nice,' I had thought, 'but give me Southern California every time. At least there's no catapult this time. Damn, that was crazy!'

Osborne met me near the plane. 

"Colonel, I know you'll like this better. I'll take it easy on you."

"Thanks," I said, still prepared with my vomit bag as I climbed into the rear of the cockpit. I kept my hands clear of all the instruments and their controls. I wasn't insane.

**********

Lt. Bob Osborne....

After all the preflight checks were done both planes taxied to the runway holding just short and waiting for clearance. Four fighter jets from a training flight landed and then the runway was clear. 

The two light grey Marine jets lined up side by side and with final clearance Crowell's jet moved down the runway and lifted into the air. A moment later, the engines flared out with a burst of brownish smoke and without enough speed to clear the beach the plane started to crash toward the sand. 

"Oh, shit!", I said yelled, aborting the take-off run. "Jesus, I only see one chute coming down into the surf!" 

The plaintive wail of sirens could be heard over the still running Hornet's engines. I brought the plane back to where we had started just minutes before. 

In the distance, a huge pillar of black smoke was now billowing into the blue sky marking the disaster site for all to see. I popped the canopy before the plane had even stopped rolling and yelled to someone to bring the ladders. We ran for a Hummer and took off toward the burning plane just nosing into the water.

The colonel was screaming so loudly I was sure she was having a heart attack. 

"Not now!" she cried. "Not after all we've been through! Oh, Jesus, what am I going to tell Alessa? Wait, how do I know it's even him?"

There was something going on that at the time I didn't even pretend to understand.

"Osborne, can't you make this fucking thing go any faster? Make it move, God damn you!"

I let it pass... the colonel was totally freaking out and I didn't blame her. Somebody had to be dead. I only saw one chute. 

I didn't know what their relationship was. For all I knew, they had been lovers and that's why the general wanted to stay the night, so he could get a piece of that fine Latina ass.

Two H-60 Seahawk copters were already on scene , the first one dropping divers into the water. I pulled the Hummer up next to the sand and she jumped out and headed for the waves. 

"Fuck, she's heading out!" I yelled to myself. I immediately ran across the sand, finally grabbing her in the surf. "Stop! Colonel! Goddamn it! Will you stop?" 

She kept fighting me and we fell over covered by the next wave. I reached out in the swirling water and sand and wrapped one arm just below her breasts and the other I used to bring us back to the surface.

Gasping for air, I dragged her onto the sand and slapped her hard across the face. The shock stopped her from struggling with me and she collapsed on her hands and knees onto the wet sand spitting up seawater. 

The first helicopter was winching up someone but we couldn't tell whom from the beach. It picked up its divers and headed for the air station's hospital. 

The other crew kept looking and suddenly dove almost into the water and two of its divers jumped out. They waved for the hoist and carefully pulled the other man up. After recovering its divers, it also flew away.

"C'mon, Colonel. We can get there pretty quick from here." I walked her back to the Hummer and made sure that she was safely buckled in, jumped in and gunned it down the road and back onto the runway. Stationed here for the last two years, I knew all the shortcuts around the base. 

In less than fifteen minutes, we were at the hospital. While no longer soaking wet from the surf, we were still quiet damp and the salt was beginning to chafe my skin. I could only imagine what it was doing to her. I had to lead her into the emergency room by the hand and sat her down on a chair in the waiting room she was so far out of it. 

Inquiring with the receptionist, I found no acceptable answer... she didn't know anything, it just happened. 

I went back for the colonel and leading her by the hand went looking down the halls. I finally found the Phelps lying on the bed. He seemed to be asleep but probably had just been sedated. 

A tall blond nurse arrived carrying two X-rays. 

"What are you doing in here?" she asked. "And, why are you all wet?"

"I'm the other pilot," I tried to explain, "we were in the other Hornet."

"I don't care if you're the president, you can't be in here."

"Look," I said angrily, "I've got a woman who's hysterical and needs some help. I need some answers, what happened to the general? I know he was brought here. Now, don't give me any more shit and tell me what I want to know."

Taken aback by the force of my voice, she stepped into the hallway away from me. For a moment, I thought she was going to call security.

"Why don't you just wait outside and I'll get someone for you?"

"Look, she's his second-in-command and he's a very important officer even if it doesn't look like it. I'm telling you right now, if that man dies, there's going to be career-ending hearings. Now, get us the fuck where he is."

Whatever it was, the threat of a court-martial or just my anger, she put the x-rays down and led us down another hallway into a room filled with medical equipment beeping and wheezing. She motioned one of the nurses over and left. 

'If this goes south,' I kept telling myself, 'I'll tell the colonel to bring her up on charges... ah, screw it, she's just doing her job.'

"What can you tell us about the general? This is Colonel Paras, his second-in-command. We need to know as soon as possible. Please."

The short, slim dark-haired Japanese nurse was looking past me to Paras, almost slouching in the hall chair. I went to boost her up. 

"Is she drunk? Why are you both so wet?" Another set of stupid questions, although I had to admit, this time from one fine-looking Asian woman who was making my blood rush just by looking at her.

"No, God damn it. We were just there from the crash. Now, tell me what's going on."

While this nurse wasn't as intimidated... I imagined her thinking, 'What could it hurt, anyway? They knew him already and wearing flight suits, even if dripping on the floor.'

Suddenly she was all business. "General Crowell has been sedated. He was non-responsive when the divers found him. They applied CPR in the helicopter. He hit some part of the plane so hard his helmet cracked. We're doing an MRI right now to see what possible brain damage may have occurred. We'll know something in about an hour. If you wish you can wait here or in the cafeteria."

"We'll stay here, thank you." I looked at her name tag... 'S. Nakamura'. One way or another, I promised I would remember that. 

I turned to Paras and said, "Colonel, where's that sat phone you had when we flew out to the carrier? We need to call someone." 

She was still out of it. 

"Can I have some help here with the colonel, here? Colonel, what's the number for your Malibu group? I have to talk to someone."

She mumbled off a number... "Ask for Alessa, tell them it's from me."

I snagged a pen off a nearby table and wrote the number on my wrist. "Where's a phone? Does anyone have a phone I can borrow? I'll call collect. Please, I have to make this call."

Nakamura walked back out of the room and handed me her phone. I called the operator, letting the nurse hear the collect call going through. 

"Hello... this is Lieutenant Robert Osborne, United States Marine Corps. I am calling for Colonel Maria Paras... I must talk to an Alessa. Immediately, please, this is an emergency." 

The call was answered on the second ring.

"This is Alessa Lane. How may I help you?"

"Miss Lane, this is Lieutenant Robert Osborne. I am Colonel Paras' pilot; we're here in Hawaii. There's been an accident."

"Oh, my God, is she all right? What has happened?"

"The colonel is in shock, I'm getting her some help now. Look, it's the general... his plane crashed and..." 

I heard a thump over the phone. "Hello... hello. Ah, shit." I redialed the number and when it was answered, said, "Look, I was talking to someone named Alessa Lane and then I heard a loud thump... the general's plane has crashed and I think that she might have fainted. You had better get someone to check on her immediately. 

For right now, you can reach me at this number, but if not then call the Barber's Point Naval Air Station Hospital; we're next to Pearl Harbor. My name is Lieutenant Robert Osborne. Do I need to spell it out? All right... 

I'll keep calling every half-hour unless something comes up." 

I put Nakamura's phone in my pocket.

All that time, I had been sitting with the colonel who now had been mildly sedated and put into a room on the next floor up. A nurse and a female orderly had undressed her, helped her shower and taken the wet flight suit to get it cleaned and dried. 

True to my word, I ran downstairs to learn any news and called back every half-hour with no news. I asked about the woman I was talking to. The center's operator told me that Alessa had indeed fainted and was now being watched by the center's medical staff. 

Medical center? What place had I connected to? I said I hoped she would be better. What hold did the general have on these two women? They've both panicked...

I thought at the time that Alessa was a weak-willed woman but realized that she hadn't acted much differently from the colonel and I knew how tough she was supposed to be. When we eventually became friends I was amazed at what an iron will she had when it came to business. 

I was also amazed at the relationship she and colonel ultimately had.

The other pilot, Phelps, was taken to a room on the fourth level for observation and was told he would be released the next morning or so, with a week off from duties and a prescription for Trazodone to help him sleep.

Early in the afternoon Paras was coming out of her drug-induced stupor. She confessed later that she had been dreaming about Iran. In her dream, she and Crowell had made passionate love in the cave they were hiding in while members of the Taliban were shooting at them. But as she also told me, that never happened... only in her dreams.

I walked over to her and sat down. For some reason I decided to hold her hand. I could see she was still out of it but a minute later, she sat up and screamed. 

"Whoa... calm down... calm down, I'm here..." What I exactly was here for, though, I wasn't quite sure.

The ribbons of Fate, ever entwined, had come undone and quickly unraveling for both Alessa, Maria, the general and myself.

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Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 18



Chapter 18

She was like a walking wet-dream

Afternoon, Friday, July 27th

Berber Point Naval Air Station Hospital, Hawaii

Lt. Robert Osborne....

I went upstairs. Paras saw me with the laptop case hanging from my arm and her eyes widened in terror. 

"Oh, God, I forgot all about that. Thank you, thank you..."

She took the case from me as if it was made of solid gold and hugged it to her chest. There had to have been something on it much more important than just some travel photos.

I took her further upstairs to the general's room. This time, however, there were armed Marine guards posted at the door. It took several minutes of arguing and another set of phone calls until we were allowed into the room.

As we entered, there was a nurse checking the general's vital signs while various medical machines beeped, whooshed or glowed with numbers and lines bobbing up and down. 

I saw the magazines on the table next to the chair and could tell that the nurse was going to be there as long as the general was. 

'At least they're taking this seriously,' I had thought. 'Whatever we had been doing out there must have succeeded and now this.'

"Has there been any change?" I asked. 

I glanced at Paras hoping that she was in better shape than earlier.

"Yes, Lieutenant," the nurse said. She acknowledged the Colonel... "He's physically stable now, his signs are good and we're just waiting for the drugs to wear off and he wakes up. I will be here the whole time. It will still be a couple of hours before he wakes."

I had felt so much better then. Although I did not have that much contact with him, Phelps told me that the general was, in his words, 'a stand-up guy.' 

The two of them must have had some interesting conversations on the flight out to the carrier because Phelps confided in me that Crowell, in Phelps' opinion, was more important than half the Navy and Marine brass put together.

The phone in my pocket began to vibrate. I pulled it out, looked at the number and remembered it was the cute Japanese nurse's phone. 

"Hello?"

"Is this Lieutenant Osborne? This is John at The Corporation in Malibu. I want to know what is happening, please... and to tell you that Miss Alessa is taking the Gulfstream to bring both the general and Colonel Paras home. Arrangements have already been made at Berbers Point."

"Well, John, we'll know more in a couple of hours when he wakes up. His condition is stable and his signs look good. I'm here with the colonel. I'll put her on." 

I handed the phone to Paras who began to speak rapidly into the phone. She was beginning to take charge again which was a great relief for me. 

Even though I was a fighter pilot responsible for millions of dollars of flying machine blasting through the air at impossible speeds, I was still only a lieutenant and so far down the list it had been hard to find anyone to help us out.

Several minutes later, she handed the phone back. 

"They'll be here in about five-six hours which will put it into the middle of the night here. I know she'll want to come here immediately. Shoot, give me back the phone, quick."'

She punched the recall button and John answered. 

"John, have they left yet? No... good... listen; make sure that she has her DOD credentials so she can get on the base. Are they bringing one of the doctors? ...good... call Father Rolli and tell him to get down here as soon as he can..." 

She listened for a few minutes. 

"On that, I'll call you back."

She handed the phone back again and sat down in the remaining chair. 

"Lieutenant, could you get us some coffee? Nurse... I'm sorry... I don't know your name."

"Susan Wells."

"Susan, what do you want in your coffee? Bob, here's my Visa... get whatever you want and maybe some snacks... we're going to be here for quite a while."

I left the room; while making my way back to the hospital cafeteria, I decided to stop at Phelp's room and see how he was doing. 

"Damn, Phelps, what the hell happened?" 

I had sat down next to the bed looking at my friend. He had looked pretty banged up from the ejection and hitting the water had not helped.

"Damn bird strike, nothing I could do; they took out both engines. Is the general all right? I don't know what happened after I ejected and they're not telling me much of anything."

"He's still out of it. He hit something on the way out of the jet and cracked his helmet. He definitely has a concussion. They're waiting for him to wake up in a couple of hours. His people are coming out from LA. 

The colonel went ballistic when you went down. 

When we got to the beach..."

I was going to tell Phelps about the incident in the water but decided not to. It was a private moment between the two of us and no one's concern.

"It took a while for them to find him, his chute didn't open and he was floating face down in the water... probably got messed up when he hit the plane; I bet it was the canopy, not enough speed to blow it off before the ejection. Low level low speed ejections are always a crap shoot. When are you getting out?"

"They said tomorrow. I'm off duty for about a week, maybe ten days. My back is killing me; I think I hit some rocks or something, maybe. What about the plane?"

"Toast. It ended up in the surf and burned. I wouldn't worry about anything... you know they're going to look into it but there are about a million witnesses that saw the whole thing. I'll be back to talk to you if you want, in a while. I'm going to the cafeteria; want anything?"

"Burger and fries? Maybe, a milkshake, chocolate... healthy food in a hospital." 

He started to laugh but a grimace covered his face. 

"Owwww. Hurry up, will you, while I'm still alive."

I eventually reached the cafeteria, began to fill up a tray with Phelps' food and then stacked up several different sandwiches, cookies and coffees. After using Paras' card, I stopped at the ER and gave a sandwich, coffee and cookies to Sammi Nakamura, slyly checked out her fine Asian ass, went to Phillips' room, gave him his food and then went back to the general's room. 

I gave some snacks to the guards, patching up any differences we may have created in our shouting match. 

"I'm sorry for yelling at you," I had said, "I know you're only doing your job. But," I nodded to the room, "the colonel has been very concerned about the general and you fellows weren't even here a while ago when we first were here." 

I walked into the room. 

"I hope you don't mind, but I got a burger and fries and a shake for Phelps and the nurse whose phone we've been using and those guys in the hallway."

"How is he? I forgot all about him."

"He's got some back pain and will be off duty for about a week. He says it was a bird strike... took out both engines. They weren't going fast enough for the canopy to clear the jet... that's what the general hit."

"I should go see him. Can you take me to him?"

"First, Colonel, you must eat. Susan, I brought some food for you, too."

I brought a chair in from the hallway and sat down; we ate our food in silence surrounded by the sounds of the medical equipment in the room.

**********

"Lieutenant Phelps... how are you feeling?" asked the colonel.

He tried to salute but instead just groaned. 

"Colonel, I'm sorry... Honest to God, there was nothing I could do... we were committed and the birds came out of nowhere. Even if I had seen them, there wasn't anything I could do. I'm so sorry."

She sat on the edge of the bed. "Lieutenant Phelps, it's all right, sometimes things just happen... or don't happen. I think it's just Fate. I hope that you will be OK. I'm glad that you... you know."

"Thanks, Colonel. It means a lot coming from you. I appreciate you coming to see me. Osborne tells me that you're all waiting for the general to wake up. I hope that he's going to get well soon. 

Whatever he was bringing back has been destroyed. I hope that it wasn't anything important that can't be replaced."

"Lieutenant, don't worry about any of that; you just get well. If I don't see you again before we leave, I want to thank you for all you've done for us. I have to go now. Goodbye, Lieutenant." 

She shook his hand, walked out and went back to Crowell's room and sat with the nurse. I stupidly had wondered what I was supposed to do. 

"Uh, Colonel... do you need anything?"

"No, Lieutenant but thanks, anyway. I'm just going to stay here until Miss Lane arrives from Los Angeles. The priest is supposed to be here soon. When the general is fit to leave, I'll be going with them."

"OK... I'm going to leave Samantha Nakamura's phone with you, if you can see that she gets it back before you go. She's the nurse from the ER. I'll be in Phelps' room and then come back... please get some rest; there's not much you can do except wait... and pray." 

I tried to sound as optimistic as possible.

I got up and walked up a floor to see Phelps.

An hour later, an orderly had arrived and said he had been sent by Nurse Nakamura to take my uniform and get it cleaned up. He held out a terry-cloth robe and waited while I stripped and took a shower in the room's bathroom. 

I spent the rest of the evening there, finally falling asleep in the chair.

**********

Midnight, Saturday, July 28th

Berber Point Naval Air Station Hospital, Hawaii

A nurse shook me awake. 

"Lieutenant, wake up. The people from Los Angeles are here and want to talk to you."

"Jeez... what time is it?"

"It's a little past midnight. You better hurry, they look hopping mad."

Trying to wipe the sleep from my eyes, I excused myself and went into the bathroom. I found my flight suit neatly pressed and laying on a counter along with my underwear. A new pair of boots was on the floor. 

Using a disposable razor and toothbrush I found there, I shaved, brushed my teeth and washed my face. 

Then, making sure I had everything I brought into the room, I followed the nurse downstairs to the general's room. 

The hallway had been crowded with people. Two stern and worried looking men... when they moved, I saw they were wearing 9mm Glocks under their dark windbreakers... a Catholic priest talking with Sammi Nakamura. Several doctors were conferring with another. 

Paras was speaking with a tall, I guess African-American woman with a huge halo of yellow-brown hair... then I saw that while she was indeed tall, a lot of it was from her high heels and hair. The new woman had a blanched look on her face and kept glancing over to the man lying in the bed. 

Even as worried and tired she looked she was still hot. The tailored clothes she had been wearing that night exuded wealth and her body was just what single men dreamed about... probably most married men, too, and yet she seemed to be unaware of the effect she was having on the men around her. It was almost as if she refused to believe that she was beautiful.

I am still ashamed of the way I had felt about her then. She was like a walking wet-dream.

I went to the corner of the room and stood where I could calm down and not be so obvious with my erection. 

It had been so long that I had a woman that my body was reacting to the first beautiful woman I had seen. Why I didn't feel that way about the colonel at the time, I don't know. Maybe it was because of what I surmised about her. Maybe it was because every time I saw her, she was wearing a bulky flight suit hiding whatever femininity she possessed.

Several high-ranking Naval and Marine Corps officers were also present and there was almost no room to move. Seeing them, I decided to wait in the hallway but heard my name called. I turned and saluted.

"Lieutenant Robert Osborne, sirs."

"Before you go anywhere, we want to speak with you. Then, we'll go see Phelps." 

"Yes, sir. May I wait in the hallway?" 'Ah, crap!' I remember thinking, 'the Inquisition starts!' Like that little snowflake that ends up starting an avalanche, the situation had already reached critical mass threatening to explode in our faces. 

As usual, I had thought, the brass was looking for a scapegoat rather than just admit that birds and planes don't mix very well.

"Yes, that will be all right."

After a while, Paras came out with the tall incredibly beautiful woman who once again worked her erotic magic and cast a silent spell on me.

"Miss Lane, this is Lieutenant Robert Osborne whom I told you about. He is the one you were speaking with when you... anyway, he was my pilot for the trip. He's been unbelievably wonderful in helping me keep all this together."

Alessa graciously held out her hand and shook mine. My mind crackled with the imaginary electricity flowing from her to me and down to my expanding dick. 

"Thank you, Lieutenant. We are indebted to you. If there's anything you ever need, contact the colonel or me. I'm serious. The colonel has told me of your actions all day, starting at the runway. Everything. I am grateful that you cared for my friend so well."

Paras looked at her, very surprised. Even under all the stress that Alessa had been feeling, the compassion she had for Paras was so evident in Alessa's eyes.

The colonel seemed to be unaware of Alessa's feelings toward her until that very moment. Both women were caught up their private hell and yet still had time to reconsider their relationship. 

I thought there might have been some major tension between the two prior to this trip but I wasn't sure about anything then. Of course, now I know the real story behind their actions and how their lifestyle so drastically changed.

Alessa held out her hand and Maria took it to hers. Much, much later, Maria confided in me that was the moment when all the distrust, envy and frustration she had disappeared for her and she had begun to look at Alessa in a much different light.

Dr. Riner, whom they had brought from the Malibu complex, approached and respectfully waited just outside our circle. Whatever position Alessa had, whatever power she controlled, he clearly was deferential toward her. 

"Miss Lane, Major... I mean Colonel Paras... I have good news and bad news. We can take him home within a few days and he can convalesce there... but, he's groggy and falls asleep easily... not really awake at all."

Out of courtesy, everyone left the room leaving Alessa and Maria alone with the general. In the hallway, the flag officers started questioning me about the crash.

Truth be told, I didn't know any more than anyone else and a lot less than those people that were on the beach. It was hard to see much a mile away at the end of the runway and I didn't see the birds at all. They probably were a bunch of migrant seabirds that no expected to be there. 

It seemed to me that there was going to be some kind of change in the way they handled it.

**********

When all the admirals, generals, and everybody else went away, I was left with the two women and their bodyguards from Malibu, one doctor, the two nurses Sammi and Susan and several armed Marines standing in the hallway. 

I quietly walked into the room as the two women sat close to the bed. Crowell looked up at them, said, "Hi...," and promptly fell asleep. The two women looked at each other in anxious fearful optimism. 

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Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 19



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Evening, Thursday, August 2nd 

Alessa....

We had succeeded in bringing Jimmy home without too much trouble and he was settled in one of the clinic's rooms. To forestall a constant line of concerned people, we promised to give hourly updates over the closed-circuit TV system.

Maria and I sat nearby watching the medical staff monitor his condition. While no words were spoken, the conversation between the two of us continued on an emotional level and we found ourselves holding hands more and more.

Now and then, he would give a shudder and then lapse back into what seemed a deep sleep and then he began to talk in his sleep. The doctors later told us they had given him a dose of Ambien. This sleeping drug actually allows some coma patients to communicate when all else had failed and eventually wake up.

As we listened to him speak, we soon realized that we were hearing his dreams about the women in his life. It was as if he were trying to come to some understanding, some final closure on his life with us, with them, with himself.

Listening to the recordings made from the original videos, we ultimately pieced together a probably very inaccurate vision of what he was thinking but it was the best we could do with what we could understand. 

Jimmy had been a much more complicated man than the one he presented for public view, much more than the trained killer, much more than the genius behind the vast wealth we had accumulated, much more than the friend and lover he had been to both of us.

My deepest regret in life was that I had only that so short, short time with him that had to last me the rest of my time on earth. 

If there is indeed a heaven then I hope to meet him again. If there is indeed a God then I want to ask why my life was so filled with frustration and grief when I had done nothing to deserve it, why Maria's love for him was never consummated, why Miriam had to die the horrible death she had and why Jimmy had to die when he did.

I now present to you what Maria and I, along with several psychologists and psychiatrists we had on staff, have written down. We've put our own impressions on what we think was being said and how it must have looked and felt. 

We're probably wrong about some of it but we do think we got most of it down correctly. We listened to his ramblings so long and so carefully that we knew his last innermost thoughts by heart.

Even though we knew he was referring to Miriam and us there was another woman unknown to us who figured prominently in his almost fevered thoughts.

'...Wearing his first lieutenant's uniform, Jimmy walked into the banquet hall looking for his friends. They had been seated toward the middle of the room and already eating for a while. "Jim, where have you been?" Sean asked. But... Sean was dead a long time ago from cancer. His red-haired vixen of a daughter, Kathleen, still looked at him with hungry eyes, making him uncomfortable every time he had been around her...'

Whoever Kathleen was, neither Maria nor myself had a clue. We had looked each other surprised. Evidently, Jimmy had a whole other life way before he ever met Miriam.

'..."I'll get something to eat; be right back," he stammered. He beat a hasty retreat to the empty buffet line, staring at the strange food. Those he recognized were all the wrong colors, food that looked right, he couldn't recognize at all. The salad bowl contained large heads of uncut lettuce and he was at a loss as to what to do. He was startled when Kathleen rubbed against him and almost dropped his plate. "Kathleen! How are you... haven't seen you in a while."...' 

Poor Jimmy... this Kathleen he mentioned over and over seemed to be a very predatory bitch of a woman. 

Doctor Odell, one of the staff psychologists, said that people often dream of situations where they have no control nor understand what is happening. He said the mind is trying to take different memories and meld them into one idea which is how we can wake up from dreaming and not only didn't understand what was happening but also can't remember the dream minutes later.

'..."James... I could ask you the same thing. You never come around anymore. Daddy was... that is, I was hoping that you were going to ask me to marry you after I graduated from high school. Where did you go?" She continued to crowd his space, causing him to back away and into the serving table, rattling the platters.

"Well, you know... Bosnia and all and other stuff... Kathleen, you know that..."...' 

But... he had gone to Bosnia years later... and whoever the hell 'Daddy' was... It seemed to us that Jimmy was the target of Kathleen's father. 

'...He saw a dark haired Latina walk by in the distance... He thought he should know her, somehow. She was gone and he was standing on a balcony overlooking San Francisco Bay.

A honey-colored woman was standing next to him, her arm in his. He should know her, but he couldn't remember who she was. "Jimmy," she said, and leaned in to kiss him...'

At that point, we weren't surprised that we were in his dreams somehow. We would have been heartbroken if we weren't.

'..."Jimmy, don't you love me anymore?" The woman began to fade from view, like smoke on a windy day. Where did she go? 

The Latina was standing on his other side trying to pull him to her. He stepped back and back again. She was beautiful but untouchable... why? She followed him, her arm reaching out and her fingers beckoning...' 

His mind was in turmoil as the conflicting love he had for both Maria and me seemed to battle in his heart. We had to listen to several days' recordings while putting this together and in truth it was one of the hardest things either Maria or I ever had to do. 

To this day, I wish we had never heard any of his broken thoughts and were left without those memories of our own.

'...He heard another voice and looked. A dark-haired Russian woman wearing a Star of David on a necklace... As he looked, her wedding dress began to bleed bright red. Before he could reach her, she was gone. "Miriam, oh God, Miriam... why did you have to die?" He sank to his knees on the suddenly appearing grass, the red wetness soaking through his wedding tuxedo...'

His scream filled the clinic's room and the doctor immediately gave him another sedative. Jimmy's pulse slowed down and he sank back into oblivion. I remember that day as if it were yesterday. The two of us left the room sobbing and we cried for hours later.

Today, I can't believe how emotional we were but losing a loved one, even one whom you had issues with, can be unbearable.

I knew Maria was upset because of her long history with him but my emotions, just as strong and just as deep, were crumbling down for a very different reason, still hidden from our eyes. There was something that I had wanted to tell him, something that would have possibly changed everything... but, it was oh so too late.

Our imagined compilation had almost reached its inevitable end.

'...He was in a large park walking hand in hand with the honey-colored woman. They were surrounded by thousands of cruel looking bald men holding knives and guns. He sank to his knees, beaten while others were dragging the woman to the ground and raping her. One finally took a knife and slit her throat...'

He had finally reached the memory of the park but his fears had changed the outcome to something truly horrible instead of something that was just terrifying.

The medical equipment monitoring his heart rate and blood pressure sounded a loud alarm and the doctor moved quickly over to his side.

"Suction! He's choking." He conferred with the nurse. "I can't give him any more sedative, he's at his limit already. He's going to have to tough it out, unfortunately. Get some ice and damp cloths. If we lower his body temperature, maybe he'll calm down. I wonder what's really going on in his mind." 

The doctor checked his watch...

'...All four women stood in front of him... "You have to choose one," they said. "Choose... choose..." Kathleen, the little cheating bitch, now pregnant with someone else's child, faded away first, her crimson hair the last memory of her to be seen...' 

That explained why we never heard of Kathleen. I was of a notion to have security track her sorry ass down and find out what happened. The little gold-digger and her father must have moved on to some other mark when Jimmy found a way to escape. 

We think she was already pregnant with someone else's child and she was looking for someone she could convince it was his and get married as soon as possible. 

Both Maria and I knew that wasn't how Jimmy worked.

'...Miriam, once again virginal white, was the next to leave him, smiling with love as she disappeared into a fog that had come in from the Bay. The tuxedo was gone; he was back in his colonel's uniform.

Before him stood the last two women, the Latina, Maria, exuding a heated dark sensuality that called to him but every time he moved closer, an empty uniform moved between them, pushing her back away from him. 

The other woman, with her golden halo of curly hair, me, was in his grasp... if he could just reach her... he wanted her... but, God help him, he couldn't remember who she was... who she was... who she was...'

Was our interpretation of what he was dreaming completely accurate? Most likely not for who can really understand someone else's mind, someone else's dreams, hope, aspirations, needs and desires, especially when it became impossible to ask?

**********

Morning, Saturday, August 4th

I had asked the other three women of the leadership team to come to my apartment at ten in the morning. Looking back, it was amazing to think that one of the most influential corporations in the world was being controlled by four women who were going to try to replace one of the most original thinkers that ever lived.

Now we four sat in my living room sipping milk and eating every comfort food I could find in the cafeteria downstairs.

"Thank you for being so prompt. The general still hasn't awakened as we hoped. We cannot let this corporation fall apart waiting for him to get better. I've given this a good deal of thought as I imagine have you. We must step up and continue what we were doing before what happened. We must work together and have a united front.

Colonel, you and Louise must take control of the military side and fill in for whatever he was doing. As you all know, I now have the DOD clearances necessary for you to discuss with me what I need to know and keep to yourselves what I don't. That's fine with me and I will always respect your decision. 

I don't want to step into your territory unless you ask but if corporation financial support is required, I have to have a decent idea why. 

Is that acceptable to you, Colonel?"

Maria nodded her head in agreement and I was glad that one major stumbling block had been taken care of. A lesser person would have demanded a detailed report trying to establish a line in the sand.

"Mary, I'm immediately promoting you to my working position. I believed that you should have had the job in the first place and I told him that. I have already directed the CFO to bring all your monthly benefits to match my agreement with the general. For you, Colonel, and Louise, it will continue to be put into the accounts that he already has set up for you and I've brought your pay levels up also.

We need to send out a strong memorandum to everyone in all our offices, here and overseas that we have everything in control and that all decisions will continue to come from here. We need to put that together before you leave this morning and we all need to sign it.

Colonel, you and I need to contact that admiral that is Jimmy's friend and convince him to leave things the way they are at least for right now. I don't want them bringing someone else to take his place. I trust you and want you to stay in charge over there."

Maria nodded her head again and I was thankful that the other major obstacle was taken care of. I was afraid that the DOD would assign someone else to take Jimmy's place at our Malibu intelligence center and I wanted to make sure that did not happen.

"Louise and Mary please get started on that over on the dining table. I would like to speak with Colonel Paras."

We walked out onto the terrace, bringing some of those fattening cookies with us. 

As it turned out, both of us were going to gain weight over the next few weeks, Maria out of frustration and I, surprised at the strange turn that Fate had given me.

**********

With Jimmy still comatose, more than ever we had to work together if everything built by him was to continue.

Maria spoke first. 

"If I may, I would like to speak with you woman to woman and ask a favor."

My heart skipped a beat. I always hated being in these situations. 

"Colonel, please sit down." 

I indicated the couch near the windows and sat on the opposite end. Close but still with some distance although I remembered the change in Maria's attitude in Hawaii. 

"I know that we've not had too much time to know each other and I'm sorry for that."

**********

Maria....

I looked dead at Alessa and dropped the bomb she knew was coming.

"I'm going to come right out and say it. I don't like beating around the bush. I have been in love with Jim for a very long time, probably since he saved me from the Taliban in Iran. I would have rather died than let them capture me."

Alessa made a slight movement, holding her breath.

"Please, just listen to me. I've also known in the back of my heart it would never, could never happen... didn't want to believe it but there it was. 

I think you know something about the God damned military regulations. I believe that's why he's never responded to anything I've done to attract his attention. Oh and how had I tried...

Then there was Miriam. When she died, I so waited for him, so stupidly waited for him. I was willing to quit the military if he would have just told me he loved me... but he never did or maybe he did in his own way... I don't know. 

He's a principled man and the fucking code of regulations always kept him from me." 

I was not going to share with Alessa the conversation I had with Jim the night before the crash, enough hurt was already in the room.

I could see the poor woman shifting in her seat, definitely uncomfortable.

"Then, he met you. I was so fucking jealous of you and so goddamn mad at him. How dare he, how could he bring you back from San Francisco when I've been here the whole fucking time?

Alessa, I gave up. I finally realized that no matter how much I thought I loved him he would never love me back, at least physically like a man and a woman should.

When we went on this mission, I met a Navy commander, Mike Hunter. He's going to leave the service when the carrier gets back to San Diego next week. We kinda 'clicked' and I was hoping that you could find a place for him, here, doing something. I like him and maybe we could find each other... like, you know. I would pay his salary if you want.

Alessa... I'm so alone. I thought the military would replace having a family but it's only brought me grief, plenty of chances to be killed and a whole lot of work that mostly was filed somewhere in Washington and never seen again. 

I want... I need someone to love me. I think he really likes me. Would you please help me?"

I couldn't tell her then just what Michael and I had done on the ship nor could I tell her what his sisters had done to him. Once he had joined our household, though, she so quickly accepted the situation I still wonder what sexual orientation she was born with.

I can't believe that I just wrote that. She and I are two sides of the same coin and whatever Alessa is, I'm just the same. 

The only person sharp enough to notice our relationship had been Kevin Sales and he never told anyone. He and I had known each other almost five years and he knew Alessa intimately since they had worked together.

Alessa....

I was stunned. I had always felt there had been something going on between Jimmy and Maria but was never sure what it was. Now, it was out in the open, even if it was a one-sided love affair and yet that wasn't true either. He had given her millions of dollars as retribution for his negligence in their relationship, for his blindness for what Maria had to offer him and he was too locked in his own set of rules.

Did he fall for me because I was a safe choice? God, I hope not. I couldn't live with the idea that I was the ultimate rebound.

I had asked myself, that morning with her, 'What to do?' The answers to life's questions, as usual, I found in my Bible. 'Do as Jesus would... do the right thing.'

"Colonel Paras..." I had started to say.

"Maria... please, call me Maria. It seems a little silly to keep calling me that, especially when we're alone like this." She moved closer on the sofa and was next to me. I could feel the heat of her body and I will admit that she excited me somehow.

How could that have been possible, I don't know. Jimmy was lying in the clinic fighting for his life and I, his lover, was becoming sexually stimulated by another woman. I still have no answers and I no longer even care.

"Maria,' I said, "I will do whatever is necessary to help you. I never meant to cause you sadness. When he brought me here from San Francisco I didn't even know about you and he never mentioned it. I understand why, now. 

From what you said, as long as you were in the Marines nothing would have happened. Maybe things would have been different if you had said something to him long ago. I don't know. 

Sometimes Fate wants something different for us.

Is this Mike Hunter someone you really like or is it some kind of 'rebound'? 

If you are sure then we'll do it right now. However, you must be sure, Maria. Honest to God, I don't want you to get hurt again." 

Maria told me much, much later how the courtesies I extended to her during the time following the crash and this incident involving Michael convinced her that I was her only true friend.

Maria....

I thought back to my short time on the carrier. It seemed as though Michael had anticipated my every need during our private time together and went out of his way to do whatever I wished. He seemed the perfect boyfriend, fulfilling my every desire. 

We would soon learn how far he was able to satisfy a woman... and what he couldn't do no matter what Alessa or I tried.

"I've now learned to take charge of my own destiny and not wait for someone else to 'find' me," I said. "Yes... I want this man, he makes me feel appreciated, wanted... does that make me desperate? Maybe... hell, I don't care. I want a family, is that too much to ask from life? I'm 34 years old. Please." 

I started to cry and Alessa got up and found some tissues.

"How do we contact him?"

"We've been talking every night at midnight, California time. I know I shouldn't have but I gave him my sat phone." 

If Alessa found that strange, she kept quiet about it. Over the years, Alessa has always been my center and although Michael is a good man, Alessa became the one that I truly loved with all my heart and soul.

"All right... tonight, come back here and we'll make the call. Say, about 11:30?"

She wiped a tear from my eye and kissed me on the cheek. 

"Thank you," I said quietly. "You know, you're the only one here that I could possibly have as a friend. I will be forever in your debt."

"Your friendship is far more important to me than some debt of honor. I want your friendship, Maria. I'll see you tonight. I'll have some more of these cookies. Why don't you sit here for a while and get yourself back together. 

I'll have some lunch brought up." 




Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 19



Alessa opened the door. 

"Mary, would you have them send us up some lunch, please? And... get Colonel Paras another sat phone, please."

By the time the lunch arrived, we were talking about our lives before meeting Jim. 

I really do think that secretly, we each thought the other had a harder time growing up. 

The beginnings of a strong life-long bond, closer than any friendship, began to grow from our desperation, loneliness, sadness and hope. 

Alessa's Blackberry buzzed.

**********

Almost midnight, Saturday, August 4th 

Alessa's Apartment, Malibu

Maria....

Still holding her Bible, Alessa had just come up from Jim's room and waited in the hallway for me. 

"Come in. Would you like to see the rest of the place? I suppose it's pretty much the same for everyone, don't you think?"

"Thank you. I think so, too. Mine is mirrored to this, I think. I'll bring you over sometime and show you what I can, top secret, you know." I nervously laughed.

Alessa put her Bible down and led me through the rooms, showing this and that. The clock reached midnight and Alessa handed a new sat phone to me. 

I smiled at her simple consideration for what I had done. The Corporation's master sat phones are extremely expensive, military grade instruments and I had given one away on a desperate whim. 

The call bounced across the stars. 

"Hello, Mike?" Somehow, I knew calling him Michael was something I was only going to do in private. It immediately shunted his persona into the submissive-male that he was unable or unwilling to escape. 

"Yes, I'm going to have you speak with Miss Lane. Yes, we will."

"Hello, Commander Hunter? Good evening. Please, tell me a little about yourself." 

Alessa listened patiently for a long while the Michael gave a reasonable history starting with his time in West Virginia. I knew she was going to offer him something but at the time she didn't know about his split personality. Her ignorance lasted about five hours after she met him.

"When you've reached San Diego, you call Maria and we will have transportation for you. Will your paperwork be done then or will there be a lag?" 

She listened to his explanation. "Good, OK, then... here's Maria." 

She handed the phone over and walked onto the balcony to give me some privacy. Outside, everything was soaking in the late July night heat.

A long while later, I walked out holding another plate of cookies and joined Alessa on the balcony. We sat at the patio table, slowly chewing the so incredibly fattening treats. It marked the beginning of Alessa's inevitable weight gain. I continued to exercise like a demon when I could to keep mine down but I spent such a long, hectic time replacing Jim. What he could just 'do', I had to work at it.

Eventually, I broke the silence. "Thank you, Alessa. I'll never forget this." Even I didn't appreciate what role Michael would eventually play in our lives.

"When he's done with his paperwork, he will call; you can arrange your schedule and take the Gulfstream and bring him back. 

It's late... why don't you sleep here tonight? We can stay up, have some 'girl talk', finish these cookies and complain about them later. We need a little something."

**********

We lay together in the dark silence of her bedroom. I had never slept with another woman and had foolishly 'saved' myself first for marriage and then for Jim, neither one nor the other ever filled my life. 

I had no idea what would happen when Michael arrived and I brought him home with me. I also didn't know how I was going to react to his mother and sisters. They were the ones that took a perfectly healthy young boy and turned him into something quite different. 

Why, then, did I want him in my life? Even now, I couldn't give a worthwhile answer to that question. 

I know that he loves Alessa and me more than life. I know that both Alessa and I care for him very much, just not in the way that a woman should love, should be devoted to the man of her life. 

I do know that if he had been left with those women his life would have been one of innumerable, constant miseries.

Deep in the back of both our minds, after Michael had settled in, Alessa and I both knew that we would have to find a complete man to satisfy that last desire, one that Michael, God bless him, was forever unable to fulfill.

It came as quite a shock to me when Alessa went out and did just that. 

"Alessa," I whispered, "I'm going to break about a million top secret regulations and face a lifetime in Leavenworth but you need to know why we had to go. It all started when..."

An hour later, Alessa whispered through her tears. "Maria?"

"Mmmmm..." I mumbled, mostly half-asleep.

"Maria... thank you for telling me. I understand now why you had to go but the price still crushes my heart."

Alessa rolled over toward me and putting her left arm over my waist, spooned with me and fell deep asleep.

I liked the feel of Alessa's body pressing against mine. I enjoyed her breasts pressed against my back. I was erotically thrilled with her pelvis against my ass. I could just sense the hair on her shaved mound roughly growing back. Her legs were matching mine, knee to knee, toe to toe.

I was so aroused by her presence, without thinking I moved my hand between my legs and touching myself, came so quickly... 

While I slept, my mind wandered... what caused such a reaction I had no idea but even with all the heartbreak we had faced together, I felt better than I had in years.



Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 20



あなたの娘さんの名誉私 Your daughter honors me

Copyright @ calibeachgirl

All rights reserved, 2010

Evening, Saturday, August 4th

Bob Osborne....

For the last week, I had returned to the hospital every day, ostensibly to check on Colonel Paras since I still felt a responsibility for her and to see Phelps... but, the truth was, I admitted to myself, to see the cute little Japanese ER nurse, Sayomi Nakamura. She reminded me of a girl I dated in high school and could imagine her wearing a school uniform and in my arms. 

At first, we were circling each other, both attracted to the other, both afraid to admit it as a possible sign of weakness. I quickly realized how stupid that was and began to seriously court the petite Asian woman. Even now, as I was driving up into the darkening hills just north-west of Pearl, I remembered...

**********

I brought the colonel a tuna sandwich, a strawberry milkshake, and a couple of Snickers bars and waited until she had completely finished the small meal. I had read somewhere that these types of foods were a good stress reliever and watched as Paras mechanically ate them without much taste. 

"Colonel? Are you good to stay here for a little while I check on the general?"

She nodded her head without looking at me. I wondered what was going on in her mind. 'Maybe they are lovers,' I thought.

I headed down the stairs to the first floor, but found the room empty. 'Oh, damn! Did he die? Maybe they just moved him somewhere... but, that Nakamura woman would have told me.'

"Excuse me, uh, Nurse Nakamura... I know I've been a big pain in the ass, and I'm sorry for that. What happened to the general? Did he..."

"Oh, no, nothing like that. He's stable so we moved him up to the third floor. I was going to come up and tell you but I had to take care of a small boy that cut himself pretty badly. The general's sedated while the doctors determine what needs to be done. It's Room 307. Here... they brought that in a little while ago." 

She handed me Paras' laptop case.

"Thank you very much." 

I had noticed there was no wedding ring and took encouragement from that. I liked the way she was a take-charge person and her delicate Asian features were beautiful. 

"Say, uh... when the excitement's over would you, maybe like to have dinner with me, sometime?" I was as smooth as a potholed road.

Sayomi....

"I don't..." I started to say, hesitantly and then I thought, 'Why not? He's cute, he did apologize, and I haven't had a date in years.' "How old are you? I'm 35, does that bother you?"

Bobby looked at me. 

"I'm 27," he said, "would that bother you? As you can tell, I'm a Marine fighter pilot. I'm based here at Berber. I was going to make a career of this but today's kinda made me think that over. I'm a good person, my mother loves me and I've never done this before."

"Did what?" I was looking closely at him, almost like a buyer inspecting a new car.

"Ask someone out of the blue to have dinner," he said. "Believe it or not, I've led a pretty quiet life when I'm not blasting through the sky. I'm studying for my second Master of Science... in Geology to go with the one in Evolutionary Biology."

I made to look like I was in deep thought but I had already made up my mind the moment he had asked. 

"Sure... why not? Say, tomorrow night? I'm not scheduled to work."

"Great... would you like me to pick you up or meet you somewhere?"

I pulled out a pen and a notebook from my pocket. 

"Here's my address, make sure you Google it... say, about 2000 hours?"

"I... thanks. I'm sorry, but I really have to go. The colonel's depending on me, right now." 

He backed away still looking at me and bumped into the hallway wall. 

I tried not to laugh and waited until he was gone. I allowed myself a small smile and then returned to the ER to wait for the next person to arrive.

**********

Bob Osborne....

It was a warm sun setting into the Pacific and while I could still see the moon, the further I drove up into the hills the darker it became. After getting lost twice on the road hidden in the rain-forested hills, I was about to give up when I saw a swinging light ahead on the left side of the road. 

As I drew closer I saw Sayomi wearing a brightly colored traditional kimono and holding a lantern. Looking both ways, I signaled and carefully pulled the red 'Vette across the deserted road and onto the gravel drive. 

She carefully looked at me before turning the lantern off and getting in.

"Hi," I said. Great line, Osborne. You're back in eighth grade.

"Just wanted to make sure it was you. I thought you might have trouble finding the place. The cell phone coverage isn't all that great around here, so I walked down to meet you. I have dinner waiting in the house." 

She surprised me; giving me a sudden kiss on the cheek and then started giving directions to navigate the shadowing drive. Have to cancel the reservations; guess I'll use the house phone.

The dimly lit car gave her an inexplicable attractiveness not evident in the unforgiving lights of the hospital but it was still bright enough to see her hair put up in the time-honored traditional geisha hairstyle. 

I cautiously drove the car forward amidst the tall trees and now black foliage until they reached the house. The final few hundred feet were lined with lights marking the stone steps to the wide veranda.

I opened the door for her, reached into the back of the sports car and took out a large white package wrapped in festive cloth and fresh flowers. Out of habit, I locked the car, briefly considered it might be a slight of manners but left it alone.

She took my hand and led me up the steps to the house. The low rumble of the 'Vette had announced our arrival drawing out several older people who waited on the wide porch.

The three women from the house were also wearing embroidered kimonos and sandals and bowed as we approached the house. I did my best to bow back correctly and before we went inside the house, I removed my shoes and left them inside the door. 

After a six-month tour of duty in Japan, I had learned that tradition.

The women led me to the back of the house and out the sliding glass doors onto another veranda overlooking the Pacific. Standing there was an elderly Japanese man wearing a kimono covered with green and blue dragons. I bowed to the man doing the best I could. C'mon, Osborne, remember what you're supposed to be doing here...

"父母叔母これはロバートがあります。Father, Mother, Aunts, may I present my friend, Robert." Sayomi continued on in Japanese, glancing in my direction occasionally as she spoke rapidly with them. I was able to pick out one word in ten. 

"I have formally introduced you," she told me, "to my parents and aunts. They all speak English very well but I follow the old traditions when I can."

"Welcome to our home, Robert-san. Sayomi has spoken very highly of you. She said that you are a very concerned man when it comes to those you are responsible for. A very respectable trait for such a young man as yourself."

I almost blushed hearing the remark about my youth, especially in light of Sayomi's being seven years older. 

"Thank you, sir, ma'ams... I am grateful for your hospitality."

I handed the wrapped box to her father. 

"With my compliments, sir."

"Thank you, Robert..."

"Please call me Bobby."

"All right, Bobby-san. Sayomi will show you where to change your clothes for dinner."

"I have a kimono in here for you, Bob... and sandals." 

She led me to a bedroom where a beautiful kimono had been laid out. I was amazed at the beautiful embroidery on it. 

"The best I could do on short notice was a flying dragon... you know, because you are a pilot, and all... do you know how to wrap the kimono?"

"Yes, Sayomi-san... I spent six months in Japan five years ago. Sayomi, I have to call the restaurant and cancel the reservations. The box... it is See's chocolates... I hope they don't melt."

"Don't worry; we have a cool room below the house; I will tell my mother. The phone is in the kitchen. See you outside on the back veranda." 

She left, her sandals making little clicking sounds on the hardwood floors. 

As she walked away, I watched her sway under the kimono, her petite figure accentuated with some very feminine curves. 

I felt myself hardening and my pants tightened as I tried to get them off for the kimono. Think of something else... think of something else... think of something else...

Shortly, I left the room garbed in the kimono, made the phone call and went outside. 

On the wide porch was a very low table surrounded by cushions. Lanterns spread a yellowish glow around the wooden deck and the shadows shifted with a gentle onshore breeze jostling them around. 

The older people were already on the veranda, waiting. As I walked out of the house, the four family members knelt on the cushions and the father, Kaito whose name translated as ''the constellation' Big Dipper,' motioned me to kneel next to him. 

"We only do this for special occasions; we're getting a little too old to be sitting like this all the time. Ahhhh, here's the sushi."

Sayomi clicked her way onto the deck carrying a large tray of beautifully prepared sushi. In the middle of the table was a small rectangular tray filled with pickled ginger to clear the taste buds for the next flavor. She put her tray down and then knelt down on a cushion next to me.

While the family began eating, she described the more exotic flavors she had used for the evening's meal. As I correctly reached out with my hand and picked up one of the rice and lobster offerings, she waited with a warm damp cloth so I could clean my fingers. 

"Sayomi does you great honor... she has never brought anyone home for dinner, let alone act as geisha." 

Her father had looked at me, fully expecting me to realize the importance of the information. I nodded my head in acknowledgement.

"あなたの娘さんの名誉私 Your daughter honors me." I had hoped I had gotent that right...

I knew enough about the traditional kaiseki menu to unfortunately realize Sayomi would not be eating with us; instead, she would be making trips to the kitchen as she freshly prepared each course.

"Tell me, Bobby-san, will you be flying tomorrow?" Kaito asked.

"No, sir... because of the accident, Phelps and I have been grounded at least a week until the inquiry is finished. The general who was almost killed is a very important person."

"Bobby-san, let us put it aside," Kaito said. "We are here to celebrate life. Since you're not flying anytime soon... you will, of course, stay the night, it will be too dangerous to take the road back down. Let us drink to the future." 

He reached for a chilled flask of sake and poured the potent drink into a small cup. I knew the rituals and took the flask and filled her father's cup; feeling the coldness, I knew that he was serving a very expensive sake. 

"Oku-bukai," the old man said. 

I nodded my head in agreement. "Dai gingo?"

"You have a very educated palate..." the older man observed. 

I could tell that it was an opening for conversation. 

Before I could speak, however, Sayomi returned with a tray of sashimi, several side dishes, some vegetables and a soup. After serving her father and me, she served the rest of the family and returned to the kitchen. 

"She ate before you came. A traditional Japanese dinner must be prepared fresh and served immediately. Now... how did you ever learn about a $500 bottle of sake?"

"I was stationed in Japan for six months. Aside from the joy of flying, I wanted to visit other countries and meet people. I grew up in rural Indiana, surrounded by miles and miles of flat cornfields. The people there, mostly, are good people but I grew tired of all the flatness and small town life. I wanted to see the world. 

I must admit I was still paying for that experience a year later. I knew Japan was going to be expensive and probably wasn't going to go back, so... why not? Since then, though, I've lived a very frugal and quiet life... except for flying, of course... and I did buy the 'Vette."

Sayomi had returned from the kitchen with grilled fish, miso soup and a beef dish that I didn't recognize. 

This time, she stayed kneeling next to me, head slightly bowed. What a different woman she is away from the hospital... two different worlds, two different women... which one is the real one?

The conversation drifted back and forth between her father and me, each or us taking the measure of the other. 

I discovered that the Nakamura family had owned the property for many years from before the War. Fortunately for them, the property was not needed for the war effort and stayed in the family's control. 

There were so many ethnic Japanese in Hawaiian Territorial government that to send them all to camps like in California was impossible, for all civil services would have come to a halt. Their land extended all the way to the beach and in the lower section they were growing sugar cane in the rich reddish volcanic soil. 

Unlike many large landowners, they had no desire to clear and build on the land.

After the main courses were finished, the table cleared and refreshed, she brought out a sweet fruit dessert. 

"Bob, this is anmitsu, a traditional dish with jelly, fruits and a sweet bean paste. Many here put vanilla ice cream on it, but..."

"That's not right?" I ventured. It was the first time she had spoken conversationally during the entire meal and I had yet to hear from her mother or aunts. Traditional meals tended to be a men's world.

"Yes, that's not right..." she smiled, appreciating my respect for her ancestral culture.

The family slowly stood up from their low cushions. 

"Please excuse us; we will change our clothes now." 

"Kampei!" I said to them, bowing.

The four left the veranda and went into the house. 

Sayomi looked at me, her eyes questioning my thoughts about her family. She leaned over and lightly kissed me on the lips. 

"I'll change my clothes and clean up... why don't you do the same and then wait in the living room. I'll be right back."

I returned to the bedroom and quickly changed back into my own clothes. Since my shoes were by the front door I kept the sandals on and found my way into the kitchen. 

Her elaborate kimono and geisha wig was going to take some time to change, and probably her mother was helping her with it.

I started washing the pots and pans that were on the stove. By the time she returned wearing black slacks and blouse, I had finished them and had been stacking the wiped off plates into the dishwasher. 

"Thank you," was all she could say. "You didn't have to do this."

"And... you didn't have to do all this work. Dinner was unbelievable. I was going to take you out to..."

"Bobby-san, I... I like you... very much. I liked the way you took charge in the hospital even if it was me you were yelling at. I guess I have a hard head and poor people skills. I like... I like the way you kept coming back to see me."

"I..."

"Please, let me finish. Next time, though, I promise to listen better but you have to promise not to yell at me. OK?"

I took her into my arms. "I promise..."

"Shut up and kiss me..."

"Yes, mmmmm..." My hands traveled over her body and down her back making their own discoveries.

Behind us, several lights were turned off and her family went to bed.

"You know, Bobby-san... let's go back outside and sit there, it's such a lovely night." I followed her outdoors and she brought me to a porch swing. 

"Let's sit here," she said. 

I saw she was trying to take control of the situation. I remembered her father said I was the first man ever brought to the house. Why had she changed, now? What's different?

"That was a fantastic, incredible dinner. Do you eat like this all the time?" 

I stared out into the darkness, afraid to look at her, afraid of what might lay ahead.

"Food, yes... dressing up, no... that's just for special occasions." 

She stared out into the darkness, afraid to look at me, as if I would disappear into the night's darkness.

"So... this was a special occasion?" 

I turned to face her.

"Oh, yes... I wanted to..."

My kisses stopped her from finishing; my hands caressed her wild curly hair liberated from the confining geisha wig and she almost forgot whatever she was going to say.

"Bobby-san... I really like you. I'm serious. I know I'm older than you... Do you believe in love at first sight?"

"I could if it was with you," I said while kissing her neck. "Doesn't matter, I know I'm younger than you..." 

Unbuttoning her blouse, my lips moved down toward her shoulder and I could feel her heart racing.

"C'mon, Bobby-san, I'm serious, listen to me... I'm a take-charge person. I know you are... both in the plane and on the ground. 

Are you afraid of a strong woman in your life? Do you even want a strong woman in your life? 

And, I know Japanese women don't have... aren't as... you know, as big as American women." 

I looked at her petite body in the starry moonlit night. Yes, strong of spirit, probably a handful, but that is an attraction I like... yet, tonight showing a gentler, different side to her. "Sayomi... you don't scare me... you delight me. All I've done is fantasize about you since we met." 

I tickled her mercilessly. "There's more than one side to everyone, I suppose. Your father said you've never brought anyone home before. Why me, and why now? What's changed with you since the other day?"

"Will you be serious? Are we going somewhere with this?" she asked. "Am I coming on too strong, too quick? Or, am I just a one-night date? I would like to know, please. 

I have been with no-one since... fourteen years ago when I was betrothed to..." 

Her face came and went from the light, the swing stopped moving and she became silent.

I saw her discomfort and started to speak. 

"I was going to make a career of the Navy... I love to fly, that's true but I'd give it all up in a heartbeat for the right woman. Truth is, between flying, studying and just plain military stuff, I haven't had time or even bothered to look. I haven't been with anyone since I left college for the Navy five years ago. 

This isn't going to sound very romantic but what do you have on your mind? I like you, even though we've just met and spent most of that time yelling at each other. 

If we knock heads which we'll probably do now and then, well... we'll just work through it, if we really love and want each other. 

I had an uncle who told me love grows over the years; you always put the other person first, always. He said that if you remember that, everything else is simple and anything is possible. And, when horrible things do happen, it gets you through it.

If you're as serious as you seem to be, then so am I. 

A fighter pilot instinctively takes risks in order to survive. I can resign my commission in two months when my enlistment is up. I can probably have something lined up by then, that is, if you truly want me."

"Bobby-san, were you asking me to marry you?" she earnestly asked, it seemed she was hoping against hope.

"No... but I am now. Sayomi-san, although we just met I would be honored, no... blessed, if you would marry me. I would always put you ahead of everything else, love you, honor and respect you above all others, argue with you if we must and love any children you wish for, for all my life. I swear on my honor and my life."

"Yes, Bobby-san. I will joyfully marry you. I will be your wife and will love you and always respect you and sometimes argue with you and have your children, if you want them, and put you ahead of everything this world has to offer. 

Make love to me, Bobby-sama... make love to me tonight." 




Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 20



I had noticed the change in how she addressed me. In the space of a few short minutes, her use of Japanese 'naming-honorifics' showed the change in our bond, now indicating a much more intimate relationship between us.

**********

Sayomi....

I led him away from the house, down the path and through the trees to what looked like a gazebo but was our family tea house just visible in the starry moonlight. 

I had spent the morning decorating it with tiny lights over the futon and over by the back wall was a compact refrigerator. I told him we had drinks and snacks. Nearby, a door led to a full bathroom. 

I stood there with him, my heart pounding. Am I really doing this? Marrying him? Having sex with him? 

Yes, I made my choice in the hospital... this is the man for me. I'm afraid... I have to tell him I'm afraid... ever since that horrible night...

He knelt down and with his left hand carefully pulled a diamond ring he had on his right pinky finger. 

"Sayomi, in my family this ring has been passed down from one generation to the next since my grandparents came from Italy after World War II. My grandfather was in the Army and met my grandmother over there. I've been wearing it ever since my mother died and left it to me. If you would like something else, I have money saved, I can get another."

"Oh, Bobby-kun... that is... so romantic, a true commitment between us. I would be honored to wear your... our family's ring."

My name for Bobby changed again as our relationship continued to shift. I had now called him my lover.

He gradually slipped the ring onto my finger, one that just fit him, a perfect fit for me. He held my hand and put it to his face, holding it there, pledging his love with his kiss. 

"Anata? 'Husband?'"

"Yes, kimi? 'Wife?'

"Bobby-kun... for you, forever, my name is now Sayomiko... you are my husband now and forever." I passionately kissed him, expressing my commitment to him.

"Uh, Sayomiko, won't your parents wonder what happened to us? ...to you?"

"Oh, Bobby-kun, tonight when you were washing the dishes... when I was changing my clothes, we talked. 

I told them I was going to marry you, if you wanted me. I guess I'm just stubborn... they tell me I've always been that way."

"And?" he nervously asked, still kneeling on the floor of the teahouse, his head resting on my waist.

"My father said if I don't marry you then I shouldn't marry anyone. He was very impressed with you. He said you must be a very brave Samurai to fly the Hornet. The fact that you had learned some Japanese language and customs impressed my mother. 

Her sister and my father's sister, though, aren't happy at all; they still want a Japanese husband for me but I refuse to ever listen to them again. My father said that you being younger was a good thing, otherwise you couldn't keep up with me. Do you mind? Are you angry?"

"For what? Sayomiko, I will never be angry with you... maybe... at you... C'mere..."

Somehow, the tea house had been magically turned into a lovers' hide-away. Enjoying every second, he watched as I slowly, deliberately undressed for him, standing before him until I was nude. 

Bobby....

Her slim body was as fine as I imagined, a teen-age school girl, her small but perfect breasts beckoning my lips, the curve of her waist calling my hands to encircle and hold. 

Like many men, the idea of making love to a young school-girl was an ultimate turn-on and I have to admit that making love to a petite Asian high school girl was my most private, intimate fantasy.

To have my personal fantasy come true every day, my own little Asian school girl, was so fantastic I didn't know what to think next.

I felt my excitement grow hot again as my hardening dick pressed against the inside of my pants while I watched her in the dim light of the room. She moved even closer, allowing me the kissing of each new discovery as she swayed to her own music and laughed for what she said later was the first time in many years. 

I quickly rose from the floor and removed my clothes. 

"Ahhhh... I wanted to do that, Anata," she laughed... then, more seriously, "Bobby-kun?" 

I immediately recognized the change in the tone of her voice. "Kimi?"

"Bobby-kun, I haven't since that man... OH, Bobby, he raped me!" 

She began to cry from the depths of her being, sobbing against me as I held her tightly. The mood of the evening changed, taking a darker more somber mood. 

I instinctively knew I would have killed the man with my own two hands if he wasn't maybe already dead by now. I finally eased her back against the thick cushions of the futon and covered her lightly with a sheet, protecting her modesty. 

"Kimi... I will wait as long as it takes... I will never hurt you." 

I sat on the futon near her until she fell asleep. I put my clothes on and curled up on the floor next to the futon, trying to fall asleep. Nobody ever said that married life would be easy... I'm willing to wait for her... 

I finally fell asleep.



Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 21



Sister Golden Hair Delight Chapter 21

Fucking Good Sex and Oh So Bad Karma

Copyright @ calibeachgirl

All rights reserved, 2010

To the gentle reader,

This is a rather long chapter but I believe that you will find it well worth reading. If you do indeed enjoy it, please send me an email through the website. I promise to answer every one I receive that has a return address.

If you have suggestions, please feel free to include those. I can't promise anything because the story is sketched out pretty far in advance, but I will consider those that are possible.

Thank you.

Sophia, the calibeachgirl, Santa Monica

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Morning, Sunday, August 5th

I was yours the moment I saw you...



Bobby....

Even though I had only a few hours' rest, the warmth of the morning sun woke me. Where the hell WAS I? Oh, yeah, I remember now... Sayomiko! Where was she? 

I slowly put one hand on the edge of the futon and pulled myself up from the floor. Sayomi was still asleep under the sheet. Standing up, I walked outside the teahouse and stretching my arms to the sky, looked at the property in the early daylight. My watch 'said' it was seven in the morning and the valley was quiet except for an occasional bird calling.

"Bobby-kun! Anata! Where are you?" She came running out of the teahouse, almost knocking me down as I turned around. I had just enough warning to step aside and grab her as she ran by, swing her around in the air and then lightly set her down in my embrace as I spun around with her. 

I noticed she was wearing a very daring almost-not-there light yellow negligee over her oh-so-bare skin. I looked back toward the house wondering if her family could see us. I couldn't see the house several hundred feet farther up around the path so I believed they couldn't see us either. 

I remembered thinking, 'Thank God for that... those old aunts of hers are looking for any excuse to cut my balls off.'

She wiggled out of my arms, grabbed my hands and pulled me back to the teahouse. "Bobby-kun, I am sorry for last night... I was so afraid..."

"Sayomiko, baby, don't apologize. I am your husband now and you must never apologize for being afraid... do you know how many times I have been afraid flying my plane?"

"That's different and you know it," she pouted. "Don't do that to me, Bobby-kun."

"Sayomiko... it's not different... we are all afraid about different things... and both you and I have good reason to be afraid of what we are afraid of. You know what I'm afraid of, right now? 

"I'm afraid that I will get killed flying before I can get out of the Marines... that I will miss out on our life together, that I will never see our children be born and grow up... that's what I'm afraid of." 

I almost broke into tears, not realizing until then that I felt that way about her so soon.

"Bobby, take me back to the teahouse... please? Oh, my, are you excited! Come to me, Anata." 

She held out her arms to me. Last night, after calling each other husband and wife, our personal vows and promises made and accepted, we considered ourselves married to each other. 

Whether there would be a formal ceremony, I did not know nor did I care. If she wanted one, so much the better but she seemed to be happy and that's all that mattered to me.



Sayomi....

We entered the teahouse once again. I was determined this time to go through with it. Bobby deserved more than I had given him the night before and yet he had patiently waited for me to be ready, for me to make the first move, for me to conquer my fears brought on by the almost deadly night years before.

By the time he had entered our love nest, I had lost my negligee and was only wearing a very skimpy pair of silk panties. Rubbing against the bathroom door jamb and grinding my breasts and pelvis against the wood, all the while I was looking at him with the best slutty smile I could have. I was going to do it; I knew there was no turning back for me.

Rubbing my ass with my right hand, I turned away from him and crouched down a bit until I was almost sitting on the floor and then I came back up against. I didn't know how it looked, whether it was sexy or just silly stupid but I figured that with everything that had happened with us, it was enough to stimulate him and I was right.

I turned around to face Bobby and started walking slowly in his direction, moving my left arm and hand over my breasts and down into my pussy. I pinched my nipples, watching them expand and all the while Bobby was sitting on the futon watching. I could see he was aroused by the outline of his dick through his pants. 

I had never really thought about that, I was that naïve and honestly, scared ever since the gang-rape. Yes, as a nurse I had seen plenty of men's dicks but it always was in a clinical setting and those poor men were always in serious pain. The emergency room was not a place for a simple check-up and many of the people I helped had been close to death.

I could not miss his. It seemed huge to me and I had the usual 'virginal' misgivings about how it was all going to fit inside me.

"Bobby, I was yours the moment I saw you," I whispered, afraid that if I said it louder the universe would come crashing down on us.

When I reached him I turned facing away from him; he was sitting up on the edge of the futon and ran his hands around my waist just above the top of my soon-to-be-lost panties. I could only guess what possessed him; it had to be pure lust by that time and so while I turned my head and looked back and down at him, Bobby's two hands pushed up against the bottom of my ass while his lips began kissing right below the bottom of my panties.

I put my left hand on his shoulder bracing myself and then bent my left leg to open up enough for him to lick the inside of my thigh. Although I had planned out his 'seduction,' like all plans it was subject to change as soon as it started. His breathing was definitely changing and had become almost heavy and coarse like an old steam locomotive waiting to leave the station.

I slowly spun around to my left and carefully sat down on the futon next to him. He put his arms around my shoulders and as he moved in to give me a deeply erotic kiss I twisted putting my right leg over him.

"Bobby... make love to me, Bobby..." I sensed my heart beating faster. Not only was I excited with his hands roaming my skin but I also had that small fear about finally having sex with him. Would it hurt? Would he be happy with me? Would I be happy with getting fucked? Fucked? I seemed to change my way of thinking when I was in 'bed' with him.

Bobby took his left hand around and grabbed my right butt cheek and pulled me even farther over onto him. All the while he was kissing me, his left hand rubbed across my ass and he began to rock me a little back and forth as he became more and more aroused.

It was then that he grabbed my right cheek and pulled some up and squeezed it tightly. I had my first orgasm of the night. I was surprised that so little of his touching had succeeded in causing me to cum.

He squeezed me again and then SMACK! He slapped my ass! I wasn't expecting that and for a quick moment I was going to tell him to stop, that I didn't like it at all when he grabbed my ass even closer to my inner thigh and smacked me again. 

I had my second orgasm right there and my shaking was enough to signal him to continue. I know now that in the bedroom, I like my ass being smacked around a little and Bobby has never raised a hand to me outside of it. How this was possible, I have no idea except that maybe the so many long years without someone to love me caused my psyche to want to experience everything possible under the stars.

He continued slapping my ass and squeezing my butt cheeks until my skin was glowing a shiny crimson from Bobby's hitting, squeezing and the perspiration that started to coat my skin.

Bobby was still searching for gold down my throat with his tongue and we ground ourselves back and forth into each other as if the world was ending in the next ten minutes and we needed to save ourselves by fucking.

His hand moved down from spanking me and centered its attention where my thighs came together, pressing the silk of my panties up and into my asshole. Bobby immediately slipped beneath the cloth and began to finger me, his hand now pushing the skimpy silk aside as if it were nothing more solid than a puffy white cloud.

Somehow, he was able to slip his thumb into my pussy as the rest of his fingers kneaded my thigh as if I were a loaf of bread waiting for the oven.

I was so moist, so wet, so hot that before I even understood what he was doing to me he had all four fingers slowly entering my pussy and pushing, pulling and stroking.

That was when I came for the third time and it was different and better than the others. He sat up, looked back at me and with his left hand stretching my panties aside and spreading me apart, Bobby put his right hand right up inside me as far as he could.

Fuck, that was so fine I knew I wanted more. It was so much better than the times I had rubbed myself in my nightly loneliness. 

"Bobby, keep doing that... keep doing..." My body shook. I wasn't sure if I came or not but it felt good.

I smiled, waiting for whatever his deviant mind could think of next.

And so, with his left holding me open, his right hand began a slow rubbing against the inside of my pussy and then to my clit which had awakened on its own and was out and looking for some loving.

I thought then that turnabout was fair play and so my right hand reached up and rubbed against his own nipples. 

It was then that his right middle finger began circling my petite virginal asshole, round and round and then inside a little. 

"Baby, do you like this? Tell your daddy... do you like this? Who's little bad girl are you?"

"Yes, daddy... I'm your baby... are you going to fuck me or not?" At the time I thought he was taking too long, going too slowly... Bobby showed me how wrong I was. Whatever he had learned so long ago, he surely never forgot and I, the nurse, seemed to forget everything I had learned about what a man could do to a woman.

Bobby smacked me again and turned me over onto my back while moving onto the floor between my legs. Gone were my panties as he slid them down to my feet and then threw them away. It took me a while to find them later, so far did he throw them over his shoulder.

His strong hands went behind my knees and then lifted my legs up and back until he had bent them far enough that my knees were almost to my face.

I had another orgasm, the anticipation driving my own personal lust. Bobby moved down and then, oh God, he pushed his tongue into my pussy for the very first time!

"ooooooooooooooo," was the only sound that I could make, the sensation of his mouth and tongue on me so much better than any fingers either he or I had ever used.

As I began running my fingers through his hair, my right and left legs dropped over his shoulders pulling him even tighter. His right hand went up to my left breast and I was shocked at his strength as his fingers tightened around it and he gripped it, squeezing.

I would have thought it would hurt but Bobby brought something out in me... I can't explain it nor do I care to... all I know was everything he did to me and with me gave me small orgasm after small orgasm.

He told me later that all he heard coming from me then was a constant 'uhh, uhh,' as he continued to work his magic on my innocent and naïve body.

I grabbed his hand away from my breast and took his fingers into my mouth sucking and licking each finger in turn. His hand soon escaped and immediately fled back to my breast to squeeze it some more. My husband was rough and right then I wanted rough. I wanted, no I needed rough to erase the memory of the other men almost killing me that night... I needed to get what they did to me gone.

His mouth ran against my pussy the whole time he was squeezing me and I began moving my hips up and down in concert with his tongue causing another orgasm to build in my body. If he had been able to look up he would have seen a smile worthy of the Cheshire Cat.

Bobby pushed me over onto my right side and although my legs were now closed my ass was right in his face and I couldn't believe it! He was licking my asshole! That was so... so... dirty... so nasty... so fucking hot I couldn't believe it and the building orgasm I was waiting for burned through me.

What Bobby had done to me, I still don't know. He had taken a very simple-living woman and turned her into his wanton slut. Although I was in my mid-thirties, inside my head my sexuality and psyche had reverted to that of a teen-age girl's to protect me from the memory of that brutal night the Yakuza gang members had raped and almost killed me.

His mouth disappeared between my ass cheeks and I could feel his tongue probe my last secret spot... a spot I never thought anyone would see, let alone lick.

"Fuck, Bobby, what are you doing to me?" I gasped as his tongue moved inside my sphincter muscles. "Shit, Bobby... oh, fuck me, don't stop, don't you dare stop."

As wicked as what he was doing was, I didn't want him to quit and sensing what I was thinking, he continued to tongue my ass. I was so glad I had washed myself before running out to find him.

When Bobby was finished he rolled me over onto my stomach and I knelt on the futon with my ass up in the air as I looked back at him, smiling.

"Is this what you want, Anata?" I asked, wiggling my butt in his face.

He rose up onto his knees and pushed his face into my ass again. Of all the things that Bobby did to me that morning, kissing my ass was the one thing that I'll never forget 'till the day I die and vowed to make sure he would want to do it every time we had sex.

Even as I turned my head to watch, he spit on his right hand middle finger and slowly pushed it into my asshole. Ahhh, Jesus Christ! That felt good so good. I came again and again once more and knew that I was going to explore and study the ways of anal sex to make sure it was the best possible experience for both of us.

He began to finger-fuck my ass and somewhere in a lost distance I could hear myself moaning 'ah, ah' over and over. My head collapsed onto my pillow as he maintained his probing deep into my rectum. He spit on his fingers and put in another, spreading my ass wider. It was strange and different and wonderful all at the same time.

Encircling my butt with both his hands, Bobby put his face against my asshole again, kissing me and spanking me.

"Bobby.... oh, Bobby, oww, that hurts, Bobby... Hey, I didn't say to stop! Hit me again, damn it."

He got up from the floor and moved onto the futon behind me as I rolled over a little to face him, both his hands supporting him on either side of me and he 'frenched' me. In my head, the nurse in me was screaming 'stop! stop!' but the slut that he had awakened was screaming louder, 'do it! do it!' I was so fucking hot I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe anything that we were doing as he 'frenched' me with the same tongue he had pushed into my ass!

He rolled me all the way over onto my side and with his left arm hooked below my own left knee, lifted my leg up into the air. We lay there, almost spooning and looking into each other's eyes, seemed to pledge our love together again. I ran my fingers through his hair again.

He still had his clothes on for my little amateur 'bump and grind' had made his mind go blank and he had forgotten to undress but now, he hadn't forgotten how to unzip his pants. He took his hard dick out and slipped it in my pussy from behind, the cloth of his pants and zipper rubbing against my skin.

I could feel my pussy expanding, stretching wider to accept him into my body. As he was pushing deeper and deeper, stopping to make sure I was comfortable, pushing some more until he had gotten so far in I could feel his balls slap against my body.

I raised my left leg up trying to draw him inside deeper and his hand moved in to support me. We 'frenched' some more while his dick slid in and out oh so slowly. My mind no longer functioned as a logical thinking part of my body and was now devoted only to finding the best way for him to fuck me somewhere I had a hole. I had really gone over the edge and it never occurred to me what he might think in the morning... if it ever came.

If my mother could have seen us, she probably would have fainted straight away, although whenever my father would put his arms around her she would smile and find a way to quietly leave the room with him.

Bobby sped up his 'pistoning' and I heard myself moaning again in some faraway place. I hooked my ankles behind his legs as he split me apart with his hand and dick. He sped up even more and now I could hear myself quite clearly moaning 'ah, ah'. 

In and fucking out he went as my whole body jiggled like peach Jello from each push in and each pull out.

Ten times... twenty times... thirty times... even though I couldn't think straight anymore, I began to wonder if he would ever stop or would he go on forever until we both passed out. I came hard. He continued to pound and pound and then he came, spurting his hot thick liquid inside. 

Since we were 'married' as far as we were concerned and I hadn't started the pill, I wasn't sure if he was going to knock me up or not but I didn't fucking care, I was so gone. I remember later thinking that for the very first time with a man that loved me I had really gone somewhere special and oh, so crazy.

We lay there for several minutes in the almost-dark of very early morning, the only light a small nightstand lamp giving a half-hearted attempt across the room.

I briefly thought he was done but I wanted more and more so I rolled off the futon, stood on the floor and pulled his unzipped pants and wet shorts off.

I faced him and got on top his thighs, grabbed his still hard dick and placing it against my pussy, I sank down on it. Straddling him like that, I could feel myself opening wide. His powerful hands held on to me as I began to rock forward and backward on his throbbing dick inside me.

I began, what? bouncing? on it and lifting myself up until just the tip of the tip was still inside and then coming back down until I could feel the tickle of his pubic hair and the slapping of his balls against my ass once more.

He held my ass tightly with both hands and spanked me again. I came but he wasn't ready to, so I kept on bouncing. This time, though, he controlled my movements as he was so tightly holding me. I felt another great hot spurt coating the inside of my pussy as he came again and sensed some of it dripping past my lips onto my leg each time he pulled back. 

My father was right. I needed a younger man to keep up with me and this younger man was keeping his dick up nice and hard and long enough that I vowed to measure it next time but in my imagination I was already sure it was over five feet long.

He stopped moving me and I sat on his lap facing him, his dick still hard up my pussy. Grabbing my long uncombed black hair and pulling it back, his two hands had linked up and pulled me forward to his mouth.

Bobby lay on his back scrunched up against the wall for support so I hooked my ankles under his legs for leverage and slowly continued moving up and down, my pussy swelling to accommodate its bulk and my pussy lips pulling out as I moved back up.

All of a sudden we were off to the races as he bucked up and down so fast, so fast that the friction was driving me insane and then he slapped my ass again and I came once more.

I began to feel that spanking and butt-fingering were going to be a regular appetizer whenever we had enough time for it.




Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 21



I collapsed against him, my face resting on his shoulder, twitching as I came down from that latest orgasm. If I had been able to take my blood pressure then, I would have said it was one million over infinity as he began to move me slowly up and down again. 

I rose so high that it slipped out but my falling back down pushing it back into what had to be a very open and wet, slimy dripping hole.

We were off again as the bell rang in my head and I hurried down the far turn racing for the finish line. I still don't understand how he could keep pumping me so hard and so long without coming immediately. He must have felt like a jockey to my horse because he was now spanking me over and over and my ass became very warm from his slaps. 

All I could think was 'fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme...'

Who knows how much time passed between getting pounded by his heavy dick which still had not come again in a while and getting spanked over and over again. I didn't know and I didn't care.

I stopped and sat up facing him, his dick still buried so far inside me I thought I'd never see its head again and sluttishly wondered if it was going to come out my mouth.

He wasn't finished and I was getting thirsty my mouth was so dry but there was no way I was going to somehow get up and find something to drink.

I sat up straight again and putting my left arm on his leg to hold me up, I tried to look down to see what I could but my ass hid his still-moving dick from my eyes. My ass, according to Bobby, is a very fine, so, so fuckable Asian ass but when we were doing this particular act it looked like it had expanded quite a bit as his dick moved in and out.

Again he spanked me and when I looked at him he looked possessed if not by the devil, by the devil's best friend and he once again leisurely moved me up and down on his dick with his dominating hands. 

"Bobby... are you going to come? Baby, I need to feel you flood me." I was hoping that my words would be enough to push him over because I could use the extra lubrication of his semen.

We 'frenched' some more, all the while his dick pounding me and he seemed no closer to coming than he did ten minutes earlier. With our arms wrapped around each other, while our pelvises were being driven by an overwhelming lust, our mouths were romantically opening to seeking tongues looking for love.

I smiled at him and slowly rose away from him, saying, "Baby, I've got to get something to drink. Do you want anything?"

"You mean, besides your incredible body? Yeah, please bring me something, I'm getting a little dry myself."

Considering everywhere he had put his mouth, it was no wonder he felt sticky.

I brought a couple of Coors over and we saluted each other. I drank about half a can. I just wanted to clear out my mouth for what I was going to do next and I also wanted him to clean his a little since he had been licking everything below my waist for a while.

Setting the cans down, I walked back and kneeling down next to him, I touched his dick and brought it to my hungry mouth. I started at the base and licked my way up to the top and then stayed, mouthing the top three inches.

I held his dick with my left hand and went down on it as far as I could without choking. Bobby moved his own hand over to the back of my neck as if to 'help' me along. I was to learn that I had created a monster and after enough practice with him would spend many evenings with his dick down my throat... and loving every moment of it.

The farther it went in, the larger it seemed to be until when about four inches in my mouth was as far as it would go that night. At the time, I thought that was one of the disadvantages of being a small Asian girl but we worked at it over the next week and soon it didn't make a difference. I had seen enough internet videos to learn that if I laid down on my back and put my head backwards over the edge of the futon, he could 'deep-throat' me without any gagging or pain... but that came after many hours of practice. Practice makes perfect!

I went seriously down on it four or five times and then went back to licking his shaft and trying to get my breath back. I had told myself earlier that I was going to try and get it as far back as I could and now I was doubting my sanity for making such a vow.

Above his balls, his dick was almost three of my small hands high. I started to wonder what I was really in for but knew I was going to accomplish what I had set out to do.

I laid his dick down on his stomach and with my left hand continued to rub it's slick body while I moved up again for some more serious 'frenching.'

He finally got around to pulling his shirt off and as he sat there grabbing for me I straddled him again; he reached around and pushed his dick inside. I had no idea where he was getting his strength from other than following the Marine Corps exercises. 'Semper Fi' is all I can say about that!

With his right arm holding my waist his left hand spread my ass apart enough that he could start pounding me once again. I told myself then and there I would have to start exercising with him so I could survive what I hoped were going to be nightly rituals and make sure that I had plenty of KY available.

Of course, I had known that those first two weeks were special since everything had been new and exciting but even then we still continue, if not as long and hard, just as often.

Somewhere in the back of my soul, I wanted a baby as soon as I could have one.

I was again moving up and down with a little help from his hand and several times his dick popped out and then back in again. I decided I liked that the best beside his oral ministrations. Each time his dick entered it spread my lips apart and each time it left it pulled them out with it and I began to work that action as much as I could.



Bobby....

Carefully, I lay sideways on the futon behind Sayomi, not wanting to hurt her with my weight, allowing my left hand to wander over her body, following the curve of her hip, down past her thigh, up to cup her wonderfully petite but oh so firm breasts in my hand. Kissing her neck and shoulder, I now held myself on one elbow and right leg, caressing her with my hand, going as slowly as I could to keep her stress down. 

Suddenly, she stirred under my touch, pushing against me. 

"Bobby... will you give me your baby?" she asked.

I was a little surprised. Although we had mentioned having children last night, I hadn't thought she would want a baby so soon. I knew she was 34 going on 35 and I was aware of the dangers of having a child much later in life. Her clock was ticking faster each day that went by and it seemed she was hearing it loud and clear.

"Sayomi, baby, are you sure?" Later, I discovered there were many reasons she wanted a child with me, the most obvious was she wanted a child with me.

As time went by, though, the continuing change in her behavior when she was with me was confusing as I noticed the conflict between her outward alpha-female personality when dealing with the world and her newfound submissive personality with me. 

Not understanding why, I believed it was something she was working to become comfortable with in her own mind and I continued to treat her as the most important person in my life.

She answered by rolling on her back, grabbing me firmly with both hands and arching upwards as she engulfed me in one smooth motion into her liquid heat. "Uhhhhh," she moaned, stretching once again for the first man to ever love her.

Moving her hands to my waist, holding me in with her crossed ankles, she began to move strongly against me, finally matching a rhythm with me as we pushed and pulled together, passion burning, building and then I erupted into her over and over, my life-giving warmth moving toward her womb, my racing sperm searching to make a baby.

Later, I delighted in kissing her body. She had been worried her petite Asian form would dissuade my passion, worried her smaller breasts would not excite me. She joyfully discovered that she was wrong. My subconscious found her smaller Asian school-girl figure delighted me more than the very few women I had been with during my college years. 

Looking back on it, I determined I had a certain passion for school girls probably coming from my time in a Catholic high school and decided to buy her a Catholic school-girl outfit the next time we were in Honolulu before she became too pregnant.

Hours later, I woke alone in the teahouse... she had gone to the house. 

Washing in the bathroom and quickly dressing, I made my way back to the house where I saw the family eating around the kitchen table. 

"Ahhhh, Bobby... you have awakened." Sayomi's mother, Misaki 'beautiful blossom' hugged me, speaking her first words to me since I arrived the night before. "Please sit down, Bobby, we are having breakfast."

I was a little unsettled. After spending the night with their daughter, the parents were eating and talking with me as if nothing had happened. Sayomi walked in, kissed me on the cheek and said, "I have to go in this morning for a little while and arrange for a couple of weeks off. I haven't taken a break in a couple of years. I'll be back around one and we can talk some more then." 

My jaw dropped. 'Talk some more? That's what she calls it?' Great, she had left me there on my own. I went with her to the door and running my hands eagerly down her back to feel up her ass, I kissed her again. 

"Want to take the 'Vette? Here's the keys... if you want."

Her eyes widened... "Oh, no, you're going to have to show me how to drive that car... later, we can drive up the coast. I'll be back, Anata."

'Well,' I thought, 'I'm in this with both feet now. Why am I not worried? Marriage to her is going to be a lot more interesting than flying that Hornet... I liked that Hornet... shut up, Osborne, you fool... you like her much, much better! Fuck, you're in love with her and have fallen like a laser-guided bomb. Now... to see the parents... 'into the valley of death' so to speak...'

I walked back to the kitchen when I could no longer see her car on the drive. "Good morning..." I bowed. 

Misaki motioned for me to sit next to her. "So... Bobby, my new son... our daughter has told us something about you. She said you may call her Sayomiko. She's never let anyone call her Sayomiko except for us, sometimes, when she was a child. 

I'll be honest. I was surprised when she brought you home. No... not for what you're thinking... it's just that she has never brought anyone home, ever."

Her face tightened, remembering a terrifying and horrible night that had ravaged her daughter long ago.

"There was a man, many years ago. It was an arranged match. We were wrong and did not protect her as we should have as her parents. We failed her. He was not a good man... it was a terrible... she cried for a long time. 

So, Bobby, what is so special about you?"

Damn! She went straight to it, instincts of a fighter pilot... that's where Sayomi gets it. 

"Ma'am... the fact that your daughter wants me... makes me special. I agree... this has moved faster than my jet. We had a long talk last night..."

"Yes, we noticed."

Jeeze... "Ah, about that... I swear it is with the best of intentions. I told Sayomiko I believe love is something that grows with time... yes, this is strange, at least to me but entering into this relationship with our eyes wide open is better for a long life happy together. I told her that I was leaving the Navy soon because..."

"Because of her..."

"Yes, because of her... flying around over the ocean at a thousand miles an hour is not something for a married man to do... I do not believe it is morally right to put a family into a situation like that, and if there are children, they deserve..."

"You spoke about children?" she asked as if that was an impossible subject.

"Yes, ma'am, we did. I know she's a little older than I am but that doesn't bother me and a mature mother would raise a child or children much better than someone who is almost a child herself.

She wants a baby."

The two aunts came in and poured a cup of coffee for themselves. "What about that ring?" they double-teamed me. "How did you just happen to have a diamond ring with you?"

"It was my mother's engagement ring, passed down from one generation to the next over the years. She died and I've worn it ever since on my right hand... until last night."

"It looks different, not like any diamond ring I ever saw. I think it looks wrong." 

I tried for one of the last times to think good thoughts and act like my parents taught me but the woman's hostile attitude was in full bloom that morning.

"Yes, ma'am... it is an antique cut from Italy. They used to cut the diamonds like that before the 1920s, I think. Anyway, it is real and it's about ten, twelve carats total... and... and as far as she is concerned we are married and that works for me. I love your niece... very much." 

Sayomi's aunts didn't look like they believed one word I was saying and had that sour look when you're expecting sweet orange juice and end up with tart lemonade.

"She told us you're planning on finishing your second Master's... when you leave the Navy, then what? How are you going to support her? Have you even thought about that?" 

I was taken aback by the woman's attitude... she seemed to be even angrier with me than when she started talking but I kept my temper under control... 

At the time, I believed Top Gun school had been much worse than that inquisition but as with everything that concerned those two old witches I was mistaken.

I calmly, slowly said, "I have short time left and I know some people who told me they would help me out if I ever contacted them. I plan on doing that as soon as I can but I know that right now, they have some serious medical issues to deal with... from the crash at the beach."

"Well... good!" She kept her tight face going as if seeking some kind of strength destroying whatever nice features she may have had in the distant past. 

"If Sayomiko wants you, that's between you and her, I suppose but she was hurt last time and although that was her own fault, I don't want it to happen again, especially with someone like you... Let's be honest," she snipped, "we really don't know you at all nor do we like what we see."

I finished the rest of my food in silence, thinking of the incredible gall the woman had to insult my wife saying it was Sayomi's fault she was brutally raped. As it turned out, what little patience I had with the two was almost gone and soon I would explode a nuke across the 'six' of their sorry-asses.

When breakfast was over, I rose politely as the father and aunts left the kitchen. Starting to clear the table, I took the dishes over to the sink. Sayomi's mother, Misaki, carried some glasses over and stood next to me. 

"Bobby... you are our son, now. I know that there has been no ceremony yet, if at all, but Sayomi says you are her husband and that is good enough for her father and me. Please, if you wish, you may call me Okaa-sama."

My limited Japanese was good enough to know that it meant 'Mother,' in a very respectful loving personal tone and I was accepted into the family by the only other people that mattered.

"I would be honored, Okaa-sama. Thank you. Why do Sayomi's aunts dislike me so much? Have I done something to offend them or dishonor Sayomi?"

"Well... you need to understand what happened years ago. Sayomi was in college studying Biology; she wanted to be a doctor. Her two aunts, my sister and her father's sister, decided to arrange a marriage for her with a Japanese national. They are stupidly very old fashioned and had thought they knew best. 

"The two of them contacted a 'nakodo'... 'match-maker' would be the English word. There was a family, very well to do in Japan. Without our knowledge, they invited the oldest son to come here as if it was an accomplished fact. 

"Sayomi wanted nothing to do with him. He was 'rough'... is that the right word? He was Yakuza... in their foolish haste they did not recognize any of these things, believed what the nakodo said and convinced her to go out to dinner with him. He acted as if he were still in Japan and forced himself upon her... he..."

"That's all right... I understand."

"No, you don't. He beat her very badly and his companions, after they were finished, threw her on the street in front of the hospital like so much garbage. The shame, the dishonor... it was too much for her to bear. She left college and refused to leave the house for over two years.

"One day, she received a letter from Japan. It contained a photograph and a note asking for forgiveness. It was unsigned but the picture showed that evil man. He had been executed in a most horrible fashion. 

"She spoke with her father and returned to college the next fall. That is why she is a nurse today and what happened with the aunts. That is why they are acting as they do toward you. They still think they know better and blame her for what happened thinking that if she had surrendered that night she would be married to a wealthy man.

"As long as Sayomi is happy there will be no problems from them. I will make sure of it. She is the way she is because of that. She wants to be in control. She needs to be in control."

Now that the whole story, as much as any of them was going to share with me, was out in the open, I understood why Sayomi was the way she was in public. Why she was the way she was in private with me, I still had to discover.

"The fact she wants to share control with you, to give control to you, emotionally, sexually, is a great testimony to how she feels about you. 

Please, my son, let us never speak of this again."

"Hai, Okaa-sama."

I spent the rest of the morning with Sayomi's mother cleaning the kitchen and talking about her daughter. I spoke with her about how life was difficult after my father had died and my own life in the Navy as a pilot. I told her about the plane crash and how I met her daughter.

She laughed when I described how we had argued with each other. 

"I am very surprised that she not only let you win the argument but agreed to have dinner with you. She came home and demanded that we help her put together a traditional meal for you. She spoke with her father until late into the night. We were astonished."

After an early lunch with Sayomi's mother, I went out to the teahouse, pulled the sheets and brought them in to wash. While the washing machine was running I returned to our little hide-away, made up the futon with clean sheets and opened the sliding doors to air out the room, still heavy with the aroma of our enthusiastic lovemaking. 

Loving her slowly, I had helped her overcome her fears of sex until she was leading me where she wished to go. I smiled, remembering her animal-like hunger the first time we had joined as lovers. Any fear I had about hurting her during sex quickly went away as her aggressive actions amazed me earlier in the morning. By the time I had finally fallen asleep, I was exhausted by her newly discovered and overwhelming lust.

I went for a walk down the path searching for some flowers for our lovers' cottage. The pathway, I saw, was nothing more than a wide dirt walkway. Looking at the scene, I thought it would be a great improvement to stabilize the way with basalt cobblestones and low lights to mark the way during the evening. 

It was something to think about, if Kaito was willing.



**********

Sayomiko....

I had driven my clean but oh so tired Supra down to the Barbers Point Hospital. After parking my car under a shade tree, I went through security and then inside the hospital. 

At first, they didn't recognize me in civilian clothes and my loose unruly hair. After that wild morning with Bobby in bed, I liked how my hair ended up and decided to leave it that way, keeping it in place with some spray.




Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 21



More importantly, the nurses had suddenly acted as if there was something different about me but just couldn't place it. I walked down the hallway to the nurses' station.

"Sammi! You didn't... oh, yes you did!" said the desk nurse. "Who was it?" Then she saw the ring. "Oh, let me see!" she exclaimed. 

Stupidly, I held out my hand, expecting congratulations from the one person I had thought was a friend. 

"It... it looks different..." The her voice dropped down, sounding disappointed.

"It's an antique from Italy. They cut the diamonds differently back then." I naively waved my hand up and down.

"I don't know; it doesn't look real."

As the nurses passed by, each was drawn into the ever-widening circle. 

"Who is he?"

"Where did you meet, Sammi?" 

Question after question filled the air.

"OK... OK..." I said, "he's that lieutenant who was in here all last week after the plane crash at the beach. We had dinner last night."

"Uh-huh... sure you did... what else did you have last night?" 

Several women high-fived each other, smacking their hands together with a loud 'pop'. 

I blushed. "Oh, no! You don't understand."

More laughter filled the nurses' area, reinforcing several passing doctors' low opinion of the nursing staff.

"THAT lieutenant??? Oooooo... wasn't he the one that was yelling at you? That doesn't make any sense, you... you!"" 

The blonde nurse, Blance, angrily walked away.

'What was that all about? What a bitch!' I simply couldn't ignore the woman's actions and it bothered me. Even with the hospital air-conditioning, I was boiling mad and humiliated they would dare treat me that way.

The group finally broke up, some laughing and smiling, some confused and angry that I could have the young lieutenant at my age; most were jealous. 

"I don't see how she was able to get that guy? He's gorgeous and she's so... so..."

"Old?"

"Yah... that's it. So old. What is she, anyway? Like fifty or something? She's like my mother's age or something. I'll bet she gave it up right away."

"Ahhhh... you never can tell with some of these..." she looked around the hallway and whispered, "these Asians. They'll do anything that a man tells them to."

"You're right, that must be it... he's just getting sex."

"But, what about the ring?"

"Didn't you see it? A piece of junk, that's costume jewelry, that's all. Probably bought it herself."

The two nurses cruelly laughed and walked away with their self-delusions not realizing I had heard every word spilling out of their malevolent hearts.

After arranging a two-week personal leave, I started to drive home but then turned around and headed into downtown Honolulu. As much as I had hated to admit it, doubt was rapidly creeping through my subconscious demanding to know... to know if the engagement ring was real or not. 

'This is bad karma' I had kept telling myself as I kept driving into downtown, 'but I have to know if what he told me is true, or thanks to those... Those damn women! If what he told me is true...' 

I had been so stupid, undeserving of his passion and caring.

I refused to entertain what might happen if it wasn't, especially after our incredible night together. My ass was still sore.

Finding a jewelry store isn't as easy as it looks, especially when you want one. Eventually, I saw one, parked on a side street and walked back to the store. I waited to be 'buzzed' in.

"Good morning. How may we help you?" said the pleasant old man behind the counter.

"If I may, I'd like to get this ring appraised." I cautiously slipped it off my finger, hoping it would be for the only time. I so hesitated, knowing what a lack of trust I had already committed and the longer I stayed there the worse it was going to be. 

Then it was too late for the old jeweler had already taken the ring from my hand and was looking at it with his loupe. 

"Is it... is it real?" I asked, afraid of what the answer might be.

He looked at her over the rims of his glasses. "For insurance purposes?"

"Uh... yes, for that." 'Bad karma... bad karma...' was shattering through my head.

"Do you want a full report or just a general idea?" 

The whole time, he was moving the ring in the light, looking at it closely through his lens. 

"Uh... general idea for right now, if you don't mind." I had become nervous and starting looking around the store to see if there was anyone else there.

"It's a little dirty... looks like someone went swimming with it and didn't get all the saltwater off it. I'll clean it up. Just a second." 

He disappeared for a moment behind some drapes and before I could become even more anxious, returned carrying a small container of solution, my ring sitting at the bottom.

He fished the ring out and held it up to the light. His other hand pushed his yamika to the back of his head. "Mein Gott," he muttered, looking at it closely. He adjusted his loupe and slowly moved the jewelry closer to his lens. 

"Where did you get this?" he said, almost demanding an answer. 

I moved back, scared by his sudden change of mood. 

He rotated the newly cleaned ring around as it scintillated with bursts of light.

I began to worry... 'Was the ring stolen? Is that why he's acting strangely, angrily? What have I gotten myself into? I knew it would be bad karma...'

"I've, uh, changed my mind, please. I'd like to go now." 

I held out my hand, expecting him to return the ring to me so I could walk out. Instead, he called out in German to someone in the back. 

The drapes opened, revealing a short, white haired woman that looked like Mrs. Claus. 

"Fraulein, you must be patient," he said. "Do you know what you have here?"

"It was a gift... an engagement ring... is something wrong?" 

I was about to cry, sure he was going to call the police. He made no move, however, to either leave his place behind the counter or give my back the ring. 

My mind was screaming at me; I was sure I was in a hole I couldn't climb out of. I couldn't leave without it! What had I done? I shouldn't have gone there...I damned those nurses for making me doubt my Bobby with their jealousy and I damned myself for being so easily swayed... I was sure I was going to jail... that we were both going to jail.

"Why are you crying, fraulein?"

"Because you've frightened her, you... Du spinnst! (You are crazy!) You dumbkoff! What's the matter with you, scaring this young girl like that! Young woman, please sit down. I apologize for mine idiot of a husband. I'm sure that whatever you brought in has him very excited. What is it?"

Between sobs, I said, "Just a ring, an engagement ring." 

The stress of all the events of the last two days finally took their toll on me.

"Here, wipe your tears." 

The old woman began speaking rapidly in German with the old man.

Chagrined, he started to speak. "Fraulein... I am sorry. Let me begin again... here, look at this... here... and here." He pulled out a large magnifying glass from a drawer and handed it to me. 

I looked but didn't understand what I was looking at.

"I'm sorry, I really don't understand."

"This ring is as perfect as it can be. True, it is an antique cut, I believe early 1920s, I will have to look it up later... see these three stones? They are perfect... and the size! Easily three carets each! Magnificent! A ring fit for a princess!"

I was so mortified I didn't believe him, those damn nurses! Ahhhh, I knew it was my fault, I didn't have enough faith in him. I felt I had to beg his forgiveness...but that was such a BAD idea! I vowed he would never know!

"He said something about his grandmother being a countess in Italy." 

The old man turned to his wife. "That would make sense. Why don't you get some strudel for our guest? I have to write this report. Don't worry; no charge for you! This is an incredible find!"

I followed the woman through the drapes, turning my head in time to see him lock the door and put up a 'closed' sign. I sat down at the kitchen table. 'Well, I thought, 'I'm either having lunch or going to jail. Might as well eat..'

"My husband... sometimes... he just gets so excited! Look at you, you're such a pretty little thing! I will fix that right now. Here, have some strudel, I will get some schnitzel and some blintzes from this morning. I will warm them up for you."

"I really appreciate the hospitality, but I..."

"Listen to me, little girl. You are going to have many babies and need to be ready. You visit me every week and I will give you enough for the week. We will work together on this. You watch; I'll have you fat and happy in no time."

Oh, great! Here was another mother, this one trying to fatten me up... yet, it was cute... sorta. 

"You'll have to tell me what all this is, please."

"You've never had a chocolate brownie before? I am shocked!"

I looked down at the plate. My fork was resting against the chocolatiest brownie I had ever seen. I stared at the sweet... and finally began to laugh, a laughter from the bottom of my soul, knowing my karma was good.

"Let me get you something to drink." The old woman turned to the refrigerator and pulled out several pitchers, put them on the table and identified each one. As she explained what each treat was, I happily ate the desserts. I reasoned I could worry about the weight gain the next day or the day after that. Those sweets were good... I definitely promised to keep coming back every week... 

The jeweler stood in the doorway holding his appraisal. As I continued eating, he went down the form, explaining each section until I understood what he was saying. As he finished, I knew he was holding something back. 

What was missing?

"And now, aside from the fact you are engaged and have the ring... which, of course, is a most important part, but I have to tell you..."

I was so frustrated. He was killing me with all that; just get to it... grrrrrr....

"David, will you get on with it? I must," she said, staring at him as he stood there, munching on a brownie, "apologize. Put that brownie down, it is for our guest." She kissed the old man on the cheek. "Will you just tell her, please?"

"All right, you take all the fun out of it. Seriously," he asked me, "what do you think it's worth?"

What? $1500, maybe... I didn't know...

Before I could answer, there was a shout. "David!"

"All right, all right... The ring itself has a few nicks on it, I don't know what happened to it, but anyway... the ring is platinum, very pure, so be careful with it. I reset one of the small stones, it was a little loose, probably from the same thing that caused the nicks. The stones, the large stones... are each three carets; I think I told you that. 

The antique cut is both a good thing and a bad thing. Historically, the cut is an exquisite example of the type, which makes it very valuable. The cut also, though, does not make them sparkle as much as they would if cut in today's style. Therefore, you have three large diamonds and twelve smaller diamonds surrounding, all told. From a just modern commercial standpoint, it's worth around eighty."

My stomach sank. "Eighty dollars?" I can't believe how ignorant I was then.

"Oh, no! Mein Gott, girl! Eighty thousand dollars... these are quite nice gems that could be re-cut easily into some very large modern jewels."

"Eighty thousand?" I was getting faint and reached for the table edge to catch my balance. Those damn girls, they caused me to lose faith in Bobby with just a few words. How stupid of me... how easily I lost trust in him, my husband... I am so ashamed...

"However, from a purely historical, museum quality value, this ring is priceless. A ring like this seldom comes on the market and when one does it usually goes for more than a million."

"I'm going to be sick... where's the bathroom?"

The man's wife helped me into the bathroom where I knelt on the floor resting my head on the lid of the toilet. She got a clean washcloth and wet it, putting it on my neck and then wiped my face. 

"There, there... your fiancé must worship the ground you walk on to give you this ring. You might want to talk to my husband about making a copy for everyday and lock this one into a safe deposit box." 

Eventually, I felt better and returned with the old woman to the kitchen.

"Dear... I need your name and address for the forms."

"Sayomi Nakamura... Osborne. Sayomi Nakamura Osborne. I'm not used to saying it, yet. Do you think he knows? He told me he had been wearing it ever since his mother died." I pulled out my wallet and gave the man my driver's license.

"I don't know. A ring of this value... what was he doing?"

"He's a Marine Corps fighter pilot. He was involved with that crash the other day on the beach."

"Amazing that it still exists at all! No wonder there was salt and nicks. I don't know how you can ask him, that's something you're going to have to figure out on your own. If you do, do you think he'll be angry?"

"I don't know. I took a chance coming here today because the nurses I work with thought it was fake."

"Well, you've got two choices: you can stay quiet because I don't think they're worth having as friends or you can tell them and have them get sick but they probably wouldn't believe you... of course, then you might get it stolen."

"They're not my friends..." Not any more, they weren't, and they probably weren't ever to begin with.

"Then, just leave it alone. However, Fraulein, I wouldn't wear that ring around, it's too valuable. I will make you a substitute ring, no charge... it's a wedding gift, OK?"

"You don't have to do that."

"I made you cry... I am ashamed; sometimes I do things without thinking... You would think I would know better at my age. You bring it in sometime and I'll photograph the ring and make some casts since the original cuts are hard to match."

He handed me the ring and the report, walked me to my car and said 'goodbye.' I drove slowly home, wondering what to do.



**********

Afternoon, Sunday, August 5th

In the heart of a Mother, you will always find forgiveness



Misaki, Sayomiko's mother....

My daughter came into the kitchen. "Mama, I must speak with you... I'll wait for you outside." Sayomi's aggressive manner was asserting itself again, much to my fear. She only acted that way when she was extremely agitated and I had never seen her so fidgety. 

I was mystified. Ever since she brought home that flier, Bobby, she had been acting oddly. 

It was one thing to have a man over to dinner, which she had never done before. 

It was another thing, completely, to sleep with him on what was, apparently, their first date and to do it here at the family home! I really don't know whether it would have been better for them to go to a hotel or not. 

However, when she told us she was going to marry him if he would only have her... that worried bother her father and me... it was so unlike Sayomi to act that way, almost submissive to the man she now referred to as her husband.

I was even more surprised when Kaito, my husband, told her that if she didn't marry Bobby then she really shouldn't marry anyone. I was completely confused. I don't know whether she was feeling the passage of time and life passing her by or if my husband wanted another man in the house and I wanted grandchildren but we gave our assent to what she wanted to do.

In the back of my nervous mind lingered the small chance that Sayomi finally wanted to have sex on her terms. It had been fifteen years since what happened and I knew that she forsaken any chance of love since then. Why she changed her mind so drastically, I didn't know and could only surmise that she saw something in Bobby that excited her enough to marry him.

I put away my apron, changed into my walking shoes and went out the sliding doors to where she was waiting.

We walked away from the house and headed down the valley toward the beach. I waited, knowing that she would speak when she was ready. 

"Oh, Mama, I did something so very wrong this morning. I am so ashamed..."

"What did you do, Sayomi?" I was frightened. "What did you do? Did you break up with Bob?"

"Oh, no, Mama, even though he said he would never be angry with me, I think he might be angry enough to leave me. I think I am going to have some very bad karma from what happened this morning."

I stopped walking, grabbing her by the shoulders, spinning her around and stared into her face. "Sayomi... what... have... you... done?"

"The jealous women at the hospital were making fun of my ring, saying it was fake and I got nervous and I went to a jeweler in the city and he appraised it for me and he told me..."

What had my daughter done? She was terrified about what Bob might do? She was shaking like a leaf. What did she find out? The ring can't be fake or she'd be angry, not scared. 

I had only seen her like this when she was a child and her father was sick in the hospital.

"What did he tell you? Tell me, child." I could hardly hear my daughter. "What?"

She whispered into my ear. My face paled and I looked for some place to sit down, finally settling on the damp pathway itself. I sat there with my face down and my hands over my eyes for her shame was now my shame. 

How was this possible? Bob was a young flier. He didn't have that kind of money... or... did he? 

We didn't know anything about this man. He was sleeping with my daughter, she says they're married in their hearts and he's given her a million dollar ring. 

That was insanity.

Making noise as they walked down the pathway, my husband and Bobby were approaching from the house. 

"Quickly," I said, "hide over there so they won't see us." We moved off the path and headed into the jungle growth, crouching low behind the greenery. The men disappeared toward the ocean, and after waiting several minutes, we walked back to the house as quickly as possible.



Bobby....

Several hundred feet farther down the winding path, I asked my new father, "Sir?"

"Yes, Bobby."

"Did you notice anything funny a minute or so ago? Sayomiko and her mother were hiding in the bushes. I don't know what was going on and you didn't say anything, so I waited until now."

"No, Bobby, I did not, it must be your warrior's eyes; women can be mysterious. With both of them hiding, I believe the two aunts will be part of it very soon. You and I will pretend that we know nothing, which is what they think, anyways... and we shall see what happens."

I bent over and laughed. "That's the first joke I've heard from you, sir, since I've been here."

"Who's joking?" he said, and then he laughed, slapping me on the back. We continued downhill, the older man describing the property boundaries and easements to me as we went.

"This property is amazing, and so peaceful, sir." There was a deep silence as we walked toward the beach, went across the road and sat down on the sand a few feet from the water rushing in. "Would you help me learn Japanese? I know enough to be polite, I think, but... I would like to be able to speak with your family better..."

"You want to fit in better? Listen, Bob, Sayomi has told us that as far as she is concerned, you are her husband. We are Buddhists and our beliefs are different from those of Christians. Many things are the same, of course, but there's enough to notice. 

"Of course, the biggest one is that we don't believe in the Christian concept of God... but, enough of that right now. I will be glad to teach you. Sayomi and Misaki will be happy. You know, 'Sayomi' means 'little night beauty'". 

I blushed, thinking of our previous night's lovemaking. 

"You know," Kaito said, "that we all do speak English quite well, even the two aunts."

We sat on the beach; the older man wondering aloud what life will be like now I, a Marine Corps warrior has entered his daughter's life. He said she was happier than he had seen her since she was a young girl. 




Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 22



Chapter 22

The perfect loving traditional Japanese wife, Sayomi, has a splendid afternoon getting...

*

Late morning, Tuesday, August 7th

The Nakamura residence

Bobby....

A little after eleven o'clock, a grey Lexus and a white BMW 335xi sedan made the long drive from the street and after parking, two ethnic Japanese men and a black woman walked up the wide black volcanic stone steps to the front of the house. By the time they had reached the top, Kaito and I were looking out the wide picture windows. 

The woman knocked on the door and then deferentially stepped back behind the two men.

I stood to one side while Kaito opened the door. The people on the porch bowed in respect and one offered his business card to my father who I now thought of as my father in fact. 

"Daisuke Saito, gentlemen... I am the manager for the Bank of America in Honolulu."

"What may I do for you, sir?" asked Kaito, as intrigued as I was.

"We are here on behalf of the Crowell Corporation in Malibu, California and wish to speak with Lieutenant Robert Osborne and Miss Sayomi Nakamura... I apologize, we know that she is now married, but have no other name for her."

Kaito and I looked at each other in a bit of a surprise. "Please, come in." 

Our three guests removed their shoes and slipped on blue plastic shoe covers on their feet the woman provided from her business case. As they sat down in the living room, Sayomi's two aunts appeared with tea and strawberry cookies as a pretense to discover what was happening. Setting the tray down, they served tea to the bank people, anxiously looking for any excuse to stay. 

While I appreciated the tea ceremony rituals, my impatience with both the bank officials and Sayomi's two aunts was chewing my mind. Sayomi and her mother finally entered the room and the visitors respectfully rose as one. 

When everyone was settled again and courtesies exchanged, the bank manager began to speak. "If we may see your identification, please?"

The two aunts had hovered in the kitchen doorway, anxious to hear what was said.

Saito stood waiting while the woman quickly compared the two identification cards with the computer copies that Mary Tybal had sent her from Malibu. Satisfied, she handed them back to Saito who in turn returned them to Sayomi and me.

"Do you wish to be called Miss Nakamura or Mrs. Osborne?"

Sayomi....

That was something I had never thought of. While I had gladly and rapidly changed honorifics for Bob and myself, what my last name was never crossed my mind. I used Osborne with the jeweler but this was a legal matter. 

I leaned over and whispered to Bob, "Anata, what shall I do?"

"Kimi," he answered back, "until it's legally changed, go with Nakamura." He kissed my cheek softly, aware that public displays of affection weren't well accepted by traditional Japanese even if we were our own home. "If you please," he said, "let us stay with Nakamura right now."

I could see my two aunts smiling, as if thinking there was still a chance of breaking us up.

"Will we need a lawyer?" Bobby asked.

I could just sense my aunts listening harder.

"Oh, no. I assure you everything is fine and in order. All the legalities have been vetted by our bank's legal firm as well as the Corporation's. 

"Miss Nakamura, in appreciation for the courtesy extended to Colonel Maria Paras, the Crowell Corporation wishes to present you with a small gift for your kindness. If you would please sign here, acknowledging receipt."

I really was surprised that a bank manager and two assistants would drive out to present an envelope. After he handed me the envelope and a small box, I read the enclosed letter:

Dear Miss Nakamura,

I wish to personally thank you for your help in our time of need. While I am sure you would have helped anyone as you did, your phone gave us the opportunity to discover what was happening. From both a corporate as well as a most personal heartfelt thanks, please accept this token of our gratitude for you kindness. Everything's been taken care of.

Alessa Jennifer Lane

Executive Assistant

The Crowell Corporation

I looked inside the small box, expecting to see some jade trinket or a similar token. Instead, I saw a pair of keys and a remote. Keys to a Beemer! Oh, totally sweet!

Although I tried to act in a nonchalant manner, as soon as I reached the front door I was off like a rocket, flying down the steps toward the car. Somewhere behind me, the rest followed at a more sedate pace while my two miserable aunts stayed on the veranda forming a very sour look on their faces.

The white BMW opened with a push of the car's remote as I ran my hand over the smooth roof of the car. Sliding in and sitting behind the wheel, I saw another envelope addressed to me laying on the dash. Tearing it open I found a cashier's check for $100,000... 

"Bobbi! Bobbi! Look what I've found!"

Bobby....

I ambled over to the car's passenger side and sat inside with her. Her fingers trembling, she gave me the check.

"Oh, my God!" I exclaimed. "That's amazing! That turned out to be one very expensive phone call."

"Wouldn't have happened without your pushing me to act, Bobbi-kun. Oh, thank you, my husband."

A shadow appeared on the driver's side of the car. It was Ms. Holloway crouching down to meet her. 

"Miss Nakamura, the Crowell Corporation has already paid the taxes on this money so that you can have the full amount. Here are your tax forms; we've filled them out for you. Please sign here... and here... and here. All taxes, insurance, maintenance and repair bills are guaranteed by the Crowell Corporation, in care of the bank. Here, for your records, is how to contact us. This is my card. Call me anytime. 

"Now, Lieutenant, your paperwork will be a little more complicated. Nothing as fancy as a new car, I'm afraid, but I believe you'll be happy, just the same. May we return to the house?"

This time, the bank manager had possession of a square envelope. He offered it to me with both hands and a great smile. Opening the square envelope, I found a plain white card with a handwritten note. I noticed a company logo on the lower right hand corner, embossed with 'The Crowell Corporation.' I read the note.

"Dear Lieutenant Osborne,

Maria and I are eternally grateful for all you have done to help us. If you ever need anything, let us know immediately."

The signature line was covered by a large red flourish of a capital 'A' and a squiggly line following.

The other man, all this time silent in the background, came forward and handed a business envelope to the bank manager who in turn handed it to me. 

I noticed two things: first, the man was carrying a Glock and second, the new envelope was the same type as the one given to Sayomi containing her check. 

'Could it be another 100 K?' I asked myself. 'That would be so cool and take some of the pressure off me to find something right out of the Marines.'

I passed the envelope to Sayomiko. She carefully opened it, fully expecting, I suppose as I did, to see a check similar to hers. However, she told me later in the tea-house after we had 'discussed' what to do about the money, when she saw the amount of Five Million Dollars printed across the middle of the cashier's check and all those zeroes she was speechless, and after running her fingers over the numbers, for some reason handed it to her father instead of back to me and collapsed on the couch.

"Lieutenant," the woman from the bank said, "please sign at the indicated marks; all Federal and State taxes have been paid, so when you file, remember the original amount is over the stated figure on the check."

I didn't understand why everyone was acting strangely. I mistakenly thought the excitement from the 100 thousand dollar check was still present in the room and that was what everyone was thrilled about. This second check had to be probably the same amount, maybe a little higher. 

"Miss Lane and Colonel Paras wanted you to have a full five million."

At the mention of five million dollars, there was a loud smashing sound as the tea service the two women had been holding onto in the doorway fell to the floor and then the two aunts retreated to their shared bedroom and slammed the door. 

"Must have been the wind," Kaito said, dryly, looking in the direction of the bedrooms. 

"If you wish," Ms. Holloway continued, "we are prepared to help you open accounts with us right now."

It occurred to me that she was the one doing the talking because the other two must have felt this part of the business was beneath them. 

"The safest, most secure method is 'certificates of deposit'. They are at five percent right now for a seven year term. If you have interest accruing in two separate accounts, one for taxes and one for liquidity, you will have your annual expenses covered."

"How much?" I asked. I took it all back. The last few days had been crazier than any Top Gun activity.

"If the rate stays stable, which it will for the seven years these account are in effect, you will get $250,000 annually; that is, of course before taxes. We would have to set up fifty separate CDs and at least two interest accounts, a checking account and a Visa account connected to your liquid funds account. 

We have taken the liberty to do just that in case you wish to bank with us."

I had just realized I had been standing ever since we had come in from looking at the new car. 

"That sounds very interesting. May I see one of the forms, please?"

Holloway handed me a form from the top of the pile. I carefully read it over and asking for a pen, made several checkmarks on the paper. 

"Miss Holloway, how easy is it to make some changes? Are you able to do that here or would it require going to your office?"

"We can make whatever changes you wish and have them here within an hour by messenger. Would that be acceptable?"

"If you would be so kind as to wait, I would like to speak with my wife." It sounded so natural coming from my lips, yet Sayomi's head snapped to attention hearing my words. 

Sayomi....

Even though I had emotionally accepted our relationship, I knew full well that he could walk out the door and never be seen again since our agreement was not legally binding. My insecurity had risen to the surface again and just as I had shamefully doubted his sincerity that morning at the jeweler's I was again treading into deep water.

He tightly grasped my smaller hand in his and almost pulled me off my feet, rushing me back to the teahouse where we had been sleeping. I guess I hadn't been moving fast enough; he picked me up in his arms and carried me the rest of the way. 

Putting me down on the futon and standing next to me, I could see his broad smile.

I tried a joke to break the nervousness I had. "What do you have on your mind, sailor boy?"

"It's Marine Corps fighter pilot, if you please... but, we have to talk..."

I tensed; those words had terrified men for years and now I understood why. The emotional uncertainty hung in the air over my head. Once again, my insecurity would lead me emotionally to disgrace myself.

"What?" I could barely say it. "What, Bobbi-sama?"

"What I want to know, what I need to know is... how do you want your name on these accounts?"

'That's what he wants to talk about?' I had so shamed myself again. There I was, thinking he was going to say he was leaving me. I had been so unworthy of his love then. He called me his 'wife' and I almost forgot it. He said he was fully committed to making our marriage work and this proved it. 

Why was I always wondering about him? Why was I afraid? We had already slept together and it had been my idea! That was it for me... 

I already had broken his trust Sunday at the jeweler and Bobbi told us anyway what I was so embarrassed to mention. 

Was it those damned women at the hospital, sowing dark seeds of doubt in my mind? Did those jealous bitches have that much power over me? Was I that weak in spirit? 

What had my aunts done to me all these years, blaming me for being gang-raped by the man they picked? Telling me for years I wasn't worthy of a Japanese man now that I was 'ruined.' Damn them! They had made sure as well as they could I would be alone forever like them until Bobbi came roaring into my life and made me choose a new life with him. They are such bad karma... 

I vowed right then to have nothing to do with them ever again... 

Bobbi and I would live out here, if we had to... or just leave for somewhere else on Oahu. Now, we could afford it.

I looked up to him with shameful tears in my eyes. "Can I keep Nakamura as a middle name?" I asked between my sobbing.

"Kimi, why are you crying? You can do anything you want with me. I realized I haven't told you enough that I love you. You are everything I have ever desired."

"Bobbi-sama... I do so love you... I now realize what my lonely life would be like if you were not with me. I... I..." I had not been worthy of him or his love. Every time he had spoken to me, I was reminded of that. 

I couldn't bring myself to say it but I swore to treat him finally as he deserved, not doubting everything he would think or do but to become the perfect wife... the perfect loving traditional Japanese wife devoted to her husband... no matter what he wanted... no matter what he wanted.

"Bobbi, you can do anything you want with me... anything, my husband."

I pushed him back onto the futon and while kissing him my hand unzipped his pants and dropped them down. His dick popped up into the air and with one hand holding his balls I used the other to stroke him a few times before I started licking its shaft. I dragged my tongue up to the tip and opening my mouth I took it in, still grasping it with my right hand.

My mouth stayed at the head of his dick and as I moved my head around I began to slowly stroke him again. By this time, my right hand had cupped his balls again and I held them in my fist while I could hear him say, "That's good, baby, that's so good."

I moved my head back, pulling my lips around and away from his shaft before sucking in its head again and stretching it as far as I could without hurting him. I bobbed my head several times up and down, putting my whole body in motion against him while he began to play with my hair, still looking wildly unkempt.

Looking up several times to see his grateful smile, I continued to suck his dick into my mouth. Using just the two fingers of my right hand I stroked him again and again and then stuck out my tongue and licked my way up and down its shaft once more.

He started to shake just a bit and I hoped that he would cum already. I was learning that Bobbi was able to fuck for a very long time before cumming himself. His ability allowed me to orgasm multiple times before he did. I still don't know how he's able to do it.

With my left hand around his butt and my right braced against the front of his thigh, I swallowed his balls one at a time. They felt like large meatballs to me. He tensed. 

I think he was just a little afraid, not sure what was going to happen. I knew what I wanted to happen but was just as unsure as he was whether it would work or not.

I rolled each one around in my mouth as best I could. He was an American fighter pilot and I was a small Japanese girl, well, woman, but when I was having sex with him I felt so young again. Everything was new, everything was exciting, everything was so erotic. There wasn't as much room as I had hoped but whether or not he fit comfortably in my mouth, I did know that he fit more than that into my pussy.

He massaged my face with his hand, saying, "Wow, Sayomi..."

I took his dick in at least five, six times leaning forward and pushing it as far back as I could to where I was starting to gag even as I grabbed his ass and squeezed as hard as I could. My left hand was holding captive his balls when for some reason I decided to put my right index finger inside my pussy, got it so wet with my juices, then put it against his asshole and push.

I could feel him jump up a few inches as my finger moved around inside his rectum and he came in my mouth, filling it with his thick, salty semen. My tongue rolled the liquid around my mouth against all my taste buds. It was a taste that I admitted I could develop a taste for. I knew that my continued dishonorable behavior required me to adjust my thoughts about how to act for and with him.

I slowly swallowed the thick liquid, savoring every last drop. I couldn't believe it, within a few days of sleeping with Bobbi I had become such a slut with him.

I smiled.

Continuing to fondle him as my lips moved over the tip, I was trying to do my best to please him. I promised myself never to shame myself again and fervently wished he would never know what I had done.

I went down again and took one of his balls back into my mouth. The clean smell of his crotch pleased me. "Do you like it?" I mumbled with my mouth full.

"Oh, baby, I love it... please, don't stop."

Moving back up to the head again, I bobbed my mouth up and down over just the top two inches, over and over. He grabbed my hair again and this time had caught a lot into his grip. Moving my head faster and faster against him, he was fucking my face as I desperately tried to keep up with his actions and keep my teeth away from his dick.

Bobbi decided to take the top of my sundress down and slipped it below my small, as Bobbi said, very firm sweet breasts. His hands travelled to them and he began to massage my nipples, occasionally putting them between his thumb and finger.

I was going insane trying to lick his dick as much as I wanted. He had swollen larger in my mouth and whether I imagined it or not, he seemed to be as hard as I've felt him since our first night together. He appeared even more energized than ever and I continued to stroke him up and down wondering if he was ever going to come in my mouth. His hair tickled my nose.

I tilted my head back and up stretching his dick as far as I could with my movements.

Suddenly, he sat down on the futon, grabbed me by the waist, and turning me around so I was facing away from him, tore my panties off and brought me down, spearing me right up my pussy. I began to bounce on his dick and could hear the slapping of my thighs against him each time I dropped down, taking him in even deeper as I spread to accommodate his size.

"Oh, fuck, that feels so good," I said and for some reason he decided to slap my ass. After a few I began enjoying it and sped up my vertical motions trying to achieve that elusive orgasm that seemed right on the edge to burn me up.

My beautiful new sundress had fallen to around my waist and it followed my movements just a half-second late. I knew I was going to have to wear something else when we returned to the house.

I must have bounced at least forty, fifty, a million times hearing myself call out to God and everyone else. For a Buddhist, that's quite an accomplishment.

Where I was getting the strength to continue moving up and down I had no idea but I felt if I started thinking about it I would lose the moment.

The heavy slapping sounded like a car with a flat tire and most of the sounds we made were as primitive as could be. I had reached the point where moving myself up and down with just my thighs wasn't working; I was getting tired and my butt was a little sore from all the bouncing and spanking.

I used my feet to push me up and then fall down. His dick almost came out a few times but I could feel it start to slip away and quickly dropped myself down on it to stop its escape.

The futon's creaking protests as we slammed up and down was the only sound except for the sounds of our heavy breathing filling the room. Even I, in my state of almost zen-like fucking, was aware of it.




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I stopped bouncing, got up and turned around to face him before dropping down on his dick once more. I was amazed at his stamina. I was amazed at mine. We had been fucking for at least ten minutes and he still was as hard as ever, while I have to admit my pussy was getting a little sore but a good, warm soreness. 

As he sat on the edge of the futon, I hooked the back of my knees behind his thighs and as he held my back I began to bounce up and down again. All that fucking had caused a huge amount of fluid to leak down onto him and then onto the futon.

Bobby grabbed my ass with both hands, squeezing them forward toward him and then started to slap me a couple of times more. I could feel the beginning of several orgasms finally building and I was amazed that it had taken this long.

"Yes... oh, God... yes... c'mon, Bobbi, get me off, damn it," I cried out, hoping for that release that had been building the whole time with him.

Still holding my ass, he started pulling me up in the rhythm I had been using and I rose higher and higher only to land harder and harder down onto him.

All I could hear from him now was, "Ughhh, ughhh, ughhh," each time my leaking pussy slammed down on his dick as I clenched my ass tightly.

My soaked sundress was torn away to fall on the floor as he pushed me up and away from him. 'What happened?' I thought.

"Sayomi, get on the futon, doggy style." It was a gentle command but a command just the same and with my new subservient attitude, I felt compelled to obey without delay.

I got up on my hands and knees pointing my ass back toward him. I actually was glad that we had changed positions for the constant bouncing had caused my ass cheeks to burn and now he could do most of the fucking while I could take a break.

Bobbi slipped in without any trouble I was so wet from our little afternoon fun and I felt myself more comfortable than before. He began pistoning me in and out, in and out and I found myself once again saying, "Fuck me, Bobby, fuck me... oh, God, oh, yes, oh, yes, oh, yes..."

Bobby....

I had Sayomi move onto the futon and assume the 'doggy-style' position. I knew she had to be tired from all that bouncing that she had been doing and while I wanted to give her a rest I also wanted to continue fucking her fine Asian body.

For a quick moment I laid my head on top of my Asian girl's incredible ass and inhaled. Her aroma of perfume, sweat and sex filled my mind, hardening my dick even more. Her smooth skin aroused me to the point where I knew I was losing control of my actions.

I slipped inside her wet pussy and started pounding away. 'Damn,' I thought, 'this is one fine fucking woman I have.'

"Fuck me, Bobby, fuck me... oh, God." She had turned sideways and I could see the redness in her face as she pleaded for me to fuck her harder so she could cum.

Twenty times, thirty times... I lost count...

"Oh, my God, yes..." she almost screamed.

I must have plowed into Sayomi at least a hundred times and now I was starting to get a little tired. I should have eaten a better breakfast.

"Fuck, Bobby, you're so good..." she panted as I felt myself finally building to an explosive climax. "I love the feel of your balls slapping against my ass... goddamn it, don't you stop on me, now."

I really was surprised that my little Asian girl had such a dirty mouth. It turned me on even more.

I sped up even more, if that were possible and gripping her hips back tightly against me, finally exploded into her pussy as I made some sort of sound that wasn't intelligible at all but loud just the same.

We collapsed forward onto the futon and rested for about twenty minutes. I decided to find out if she would be this way all the time we were fucking or if it was just the money doing its magic or if it was an afternoon thing.

Sayomi....

After he slipped out, I took some of the slimy mess leaking out of me and rubbed it over his nose laughing and saying, "That was so fucking good. That was great." 

"No," he said, 'you are fucking great."

As he lay there, his dick spurted a few more times onto his leg, I moved quickly to the bathroom, soon returning with a damp washcloth and a towel. I tenderly washed, dried and kissed him and carefully pulled his pants back on and zipped him closed. 

I brushed my teeth and combed my hair a little after washing myself. Fortunately, I found a pair jeans and a blouse forgotten there when I took the laundry into the house and put them on.

"We're going to have a nice wedding, Sayomi..."

"Come, Bobby," I said, reaching for his hand, "let us meet again with the bank people."

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Back in the house...

Bobby....

"Thank you for waiting." I looked at my wife while she sat next to her mother trying to look like the sweet young girl she seemed to think she was. 

If anyone noticed she was dressed differently than almost an hour earlier, they said nothing.

While she was able to sit still, her breathing was a little faster than what I thought was normal and her red face indicated that something more than talking had taken place.

"My wife and I would like the following changes made so that it reads like this, in trust for her parents in case something happens to us." I handed the manager the paperwork who in turn gave it back to Holloway. "Sayomi will keep Nakamura as her middle name, last name will be Osborne. We want the transactions dated for this coming Friday so that we can legally change her name in the meantime. Are you able to hold the check until then?"

"Lieutenant, Mrs. Osborne, this check is better than gold. The Crowell Corporation is completely rock solid; it is privately held by General Crowell and run by his personally picked management team. Don't worry about a thing; we will deposit it in an escrow account. Will there be anything else?"

"Yes, if you can, please make an appointment for us to have a civil marriage tomorrow morning, say about eleven or so? We will have a formal wedding as soon as Sayomi and her mother can arrange what they want."

"Yes, that will be easy. The bank knows many important people. If you like, we can do it here so that you can avoid the going downtown. May I use your phone? Our cells don't seem to work out here."

"Yes, of course... Sayomiko?"

My petite five-foot-four wife went over and brought the portable handset to the man who quickly made several calls. I decided then and there I would ask Sayomiko to wear high heels when ever were alone. 

As Saito hung up, he smiled. "I called the governor. He is a very good friend of General Crowell and he has agreed to perform the ceremony here tomorrow just before noon. I also arranged for flowers to be delivered, a gift from the bank. 

May we return then? We can have the papers dated tomorrow and you can sign them all afterwards. Is that acceptable to you both?"

I replied it definitely would be and thanked the bank officers for their courtesy... 

**********

Outside in the garden...

Bobby.... 

That evening, I sat outside the tearoom watching the stars track across the sky. Life had never been so good. 'It's too bad Mom and Dad aren't here to see this,' I had thought. 'They would have liked Sayomi and her parents. Probably would have killed those two witches, though.'

I sat back against the wall of the small outbuilding, some forgotten song playing in my head. You know how it is, the tune is just out your mind's grasp and you 'hear' enough of it to bother you but never enough to identify what is was or even who was singing. I knew I would waste a lot of time on the 'net trying to find it.

It was quiet in the shadowy valley... and then, it wasn't. I could hear rustling in the nearby tall koa trees and then saw some ferns moving about ten feet from the path. Picking up the lantern, I walked down to see what it was, thinking it was probably some of those damn wild pigs running around...

As I came closer, the grunting of the feral pigs became obvious. The animals were rooting around in the Nakamura's family garden destroying their new mangoes and bananas. I tried to scare them off but the mean old boar was guarding several sows and piglets and showed no fear of me, its evil beady eyes shining back my lantern light. 

I decided then to ask Kaito if he had a rifle. This was ridiculous; the food was being wasted by those pigs that didn't even belong on the islands. It was time for a little target practice a little later in the week. I'd convince Kaito about it and get some Marine Recon boys over here. It was a good time for a luau.

Standing there, staring at the marauding beasts, I decided I had enough and putting the lantern down, picked up a baseball-sized piece of reddish basalt, took careful aim and let fly. Even in the darkness, I was able to hit the largest pig right in the snout. The immense pain was sufficient to drive the swine away for the night and I returned to the teahouse.

'For some reason,' I wondered, 'Sayomiko is becoming very submissive in our relationship. Something happened while we were together in the tearoom. I don't know if it's a Japanese thing or what? I'm going to watch what is going on.'

Reaching the porch of the teahouse, I put the lantern down but not before pretending to be Green Lantern, pulled my slightly muddy shoes off and went inside... inside, where Sayomi was waiting on the futon. 

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Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 23



Chapter 23

You may kiss the bride wherever you want...

Noon, Wednesday, August 8th

Nakamura residence

Bobby....

Following the short civil ceremony, the governor kissed my incredibly sexy wonderful loving bride, shook my hand and wished us well. 

"Lieutenant Osborne, if you need a position after getting out of the Marines, I can use a man like you who thinks on his feet, especially when it's all going south. Send your resume to my office when you can."

"Thank you, sir. I would be most grateful to talk with you."

The governor and his public relations staff stayed for some cake, had some photos taken with us and returned to the capitol building.

The bank officials, true to their word, had come prepared with the new account forms. A half-hour later, Sayomi was sore from signing her new name over and over. 

I leaned over to her and whispered, "Make sure your other hand is not tired... We've got some celebrating to do later."

Instead of looking shocked, she covered her mouth and giggled like the young girl I now recognized lives in her mind, I presumed remembering the previous afternoon in the teahouse. 

Misaki....

I watched Sayomi cover her mouth like a school girl and could only guess what Bobbi had said to her; I didn't know whether to laugh or cry; my daughter was finally happy and ready to start her life. 

Only when the short ceremony was over did I realize the two sisters were nowhere to be seen. 'Good!' I unceremoniously thought about those two miserable women. Let them stay in their bedroom! Those witches! 

Now, time to plan the real wedding with Sayomi and they can stay home for that one as well. Bob is so smart getting a civil ceremony to protect Sayomi and have her name changed without having to wait for a judge... this should shut those two up, hiding in their room like the cowards they are. He has brought good karma to us and Sayomi is so lucky to have found him.

**********

Later that afternoon

The tea-house love-nest

Sayomi....

I laid sideways on the futon, backed up against Bobby's chest, his chest hair tickling my body. He had pulled up my right leg and was trying to stick his dick back inside my dripping pussy, leaking with my fluids and his heavy, sticky semen.

He just got his right hand around his dick and edged it closer to my pussy pushing it so slowly. 

"Trying to put it in the wrong hole, again, Bobbi?" I joked. "Go ahead, try it." 

As soon as I had said it, I knew something was going to change for us if we did it, forever. Was that something I really wanted to do? I didn't know other than what I'd heard around the hospital when the other nurses would talk and not know I was listening. 

Evidently the young nursing staff at Barbars' Point really liked anal fucking.

"Baby, are you sure? It might hurt, you know. I don't want to hurt you, you are my wife and love. You mean more to me than my life."

Bobbi was a sweetheart. Even though we both were incredibly aroused, he had taken the moment to worry about me instead of just taking advantage of the situation. I knew that I would have let him do it, no matter what.

"Bobbi," I said, "let's try it, just go easy. Like everything else, I've never done it."

I hated to lie to him. When I was gang-raped by the Yakuza thugs, the doctors told me that they had fucked me in my ass repeatedly. Fortunately, I had been unconscious by then.

He slowly took a palm-full of the slimy liquids puddle around my swollen pussy lips and carefully, gently rubbed it around my asshole. He rubbed his finger around and around and then slowly inserted his right middle finger in.

I felt it come in, stretching my sphincter just a bit. It didn't hurt at all and I was pleasantly surprised by the feeling.

He added another finger, I think it was his index finger and began to slowly finger fuck my ass. My sphincter opened up even more and there was a little strangeness to what I was feeling but it quickly settled into a warmth that was spreading through my body.

After everything we had already done, I still was able to experience the beginnings of another orgasm. I took my right hand and began to play with my clit, hoping for a quick and hard orgasm.

Bobbi rubbed more of our liquids onto my ass and pushed it into my asshole.

Suddenly, I could feel his dick pressing against me and he slowly pushed it in, waiting for me to say something. I was too busy squeezing my clit.

He went in a little more and waited. I could feel my hole expanding to accommodate his dick and he pushed in all the way this time. He was in as far as he could because I felt his pubic hair tickling my butt.

"Are you OK, baby? I can..." He stopped speaking as his body decided to move without his conscious permission and he began sliding back and then back in. I think because there was so much slimy semen and my own liquid that he was able to move without actually hurting me. 

The movement inside my rectum was different, not bad, just different. I was still playing with my clit, moving my fingers faster seeking that elusive last orgasm.

As he picked up the speed of his fucking I could feel my breasts jiggling back and forth with his movements. We continued fucking like that for a number of minutes, Bobby just 'ahhh'ing as he thrust into me even harder. I didn't think that was likely but he was doing it and I felt one more of my countless orgasms that afternoon start to build again.

Reaching my right hand back, I grabbed him seeking more leverage to push back against him with. He ran his hand over my stomach while he kept moving and I decided to take matters into my own hands. Bobby looked like he was never going to stop.

I reached down, grabbed his balls and began gently squeezing them. He took off like a street racer at the light and pounded me so fast and hard I thought I wouldn't be able to walk for a week and then he practically yelled, "I'm so fucking going to cum right into your ass."

Wanting to speed things up, I screamed back, "Do it, Bobby, cum in me," and he exploded like a 'I don't know what' but suddenly there was his semen everywhere as each time he thrust into me he spewed out more that had nowhere to go but out onto the sheets.

I felt particularly nasty just then and taking my finger down into the sodden union of his dick and my asshole, scooped up some and brought it to my lips and put my fingers inside, licking them off as they came out.

I wasn't just saying that, I really did like him there, it was just something to research on the internet so that I could love him better.

**********

I rolled over and faced him. "Bobbi-kun... do you think we could take my parents out to dinner? We could take our new car." 

"OK, but..."

"Don't worry, my love; we'll leave those two at home. As far as I'm concerned, they've ruined my life enough. Anata, I'm so sorry our first night I..."

"Sayomiko, darling, never think of it again."

"I'll have my father tell them." I ran my smaller hand over his hairy chest, trying to tickle him.

"No, Kimi. As much as I respect your father and this is his house, I am your husband; I will tell them."

Now, I was really worried, not for any disrespect toward my father for he and Bobbi had quickly built a relationship built on mutual respect and love for me, but the wrath of my Bobbi, a man who was a gentle lover but a Marine officer and trained killer.

"When do you want to go, Bobbi? It's almost two o'clock."

"Why don't you run and ask your mother to find the best restaurant she's always wanted to go to and make reservations for after six. Tell them we'll be spending the night out so we'll get a couple of hotel rooms in Waikiki. Then, find a good hotel nearby and book two rooms for tonight. We can have a proper wedding night.

"We should probably have a quick sandwich before we leave, say 3:30 and do a little shopping first. Is that all right with you, darling? Sayomiko, I'm pretty frugal but this is special and I'd like to thank your parents for... well... for you, Sayomiko. Will that work for you?"

"Hai, Anata" I said, kissing him and touching his dick through his pants. He gave me a playful smack on the ass and I went running up the path. He liked slapping my butt and, amazingly enough, I liked it more and more each time.

Bobby....

"Hurry back, I'll be waiting," I said to the empty room. I settled onto the futon and shut my eyes. My nose, though, was telling me that it was time to change the sheets again and open the sliding doors to the fresh air.

*********

Nakamura residence

Sayomi and I came in from the teahouse so she could change her clothes. I needed to buy some clothes for myself and decided that she and I would do a little clothes shopping before dinner and tonight's... activities.

Her two aunts sat in the living room seething because they had been left out of the dinner plans. By the time Sayomi had finished dressing the aunts' tempers were starting to flare, shattering anyone's concept of the ideal quiet Japanese woman. 

As soon as we walked into the living room the women pounced with all the vitriol their poisoned hearts could generate. Rising as one they confronted me demanding an explanation.

I had gone through the Marine Corps toughest training routines. While originally surprised that two relatives of the woman I was deeply in love with were so vile, I now knew better and stayed calm. 

It wasn't any worse than being in a 'dogfight.' 

Using my very limited knowledge of Japanese, I bowed respectfully. Then I attacked with the force of John Wayne.

"Ever since I arrived you have and continue to act dishonorably to my wife. Neither Sayomi nor I have done anything to deserve such disrespect. 

You have upset Sayomi, my wife. Yes, I said MY WIFE! How dare you make her cry when this should be a joyous time. She told me what you did and then you had the unmitigated gall to blame her for what happened! Without even thinking, you threw a young girl to the wolves... YOUR OWN NIECE!!! 

"And now, what? Do you still doubt my commitment to Sayomi? How dare you! By your actions you had dishonored Otou-Sama and Okaa-sama in their own home. 

I don't know why you have done such dishonorable deeds and I DON'T CARE! If you talk about or even come near Sayomi again, I swear to God you will pay for your evilness."

Kaito....

While Sayomi and her mother stood behind Bobbi with their mouths open in shock, I opened the front door and walked out. When I felt I was far enough away, I broke into a huge grin and laughed. 'Truly, the heart of a warrior...' I thought, 'he will father a great many strong sons.' 

I noticed the respectful honorifics he had used referring to me wife and me. Sometimes, Japanese customs are wrong, giving respect to those unworthy. The American way, while not perfect is much better... you gain respect by your deeds. Truly a warrior... and for what he's done for Sayomi, an incredible young man.



Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 24



Chapter 24

New Lives

Tuesday, August 9th 

Alessa....

It was such a beautiful day in Southern California. There had been rain earlier during the week and now enough wind had arrived to remove most of the smog lying low on the water's horizon and it seemed like I could see all the way to China. 

I was gaining weight. 

I was gaining too much weigh to just be the result of eating those stupid M&Ms. 

I was gaining too much weight from just eating those stupid Oreos... or, the ice cream, for that matter.

I was gaining too much weight just thinking of food.

I was gaining too much weight so I began walking up the trail twice a day for more exercise than I had been getting from the morning run. 

Although I pretended to be alone enjoying the hills above Malibu, I was continually aware that just a few feet back was Philip, watching my every move and always poised to... to what? to grab me if I stumbled? to put his arms around me if I fell? to talk to me when I wanted conversation?

I couldn't understand why I was thinking of him at all. He was my bodyguard, nothing more, ready to protect me from rattlesnakes, from coyotes, from some intruder that impossibly got through the barriers first put up when Jimmy bought the property.

He was head of security for the Corporation and was responsible for far more than just walking me around the property. Who was I to second-guess Jimmy's choice of guardian?

Ever since what happened to Jimmy, I had a harder attitude toward life and people in general. Philip was a tool to be used, when I needed as I needed. Anything else would be unthinkable... unthinkable... unthinkable.

Later, when he was responsible for carrying snacks and drinks in a small cooler, two others joined us to back him up, what with his hands full and all.

I discovered later that these morning and afternoon walks were the cause of it all.

**********

I sat on the bench next to Philip, listening to the water of the vernal stream gurgle by and refusing to give up hope, however small, that he would waken soon. 'He just has to,' I told myself over and over each night as I prayed... Even so, in my lonesome heart I knew the longer he slept, the less likely he would come back to me and I would be all alone again.

Even working with Maria and my small but growing group of women, I was beginning to feel the effects of overseeing the Corporation as Jimmy's condition seemed to deteriorate further and further each day that passed. 

'The actual work isn't so bad,' I kept telling myself but it just seemed like I was going through the motions for no real reason... but, too many people are depending on this company.

Although not a Catholic like he was, I knew I was giving in to the sin of despair, by tradition the sole sin that cannot be forgiven and damned absolutely in my lonely life.

Finishing my small dinner of baked salmon and sweet potatoes that Philip had brought me, I walked back into the building knowing full well the doctor would be angry with me. My own health was deteriorating... I could feel it. All the vitamins I was taking were no longer helping and my fatigue never left. I was so tired... so tired all the time.

With Maria's help, we had just been awarded seven new military contracts for satellites. At the same time, a large office building on Hawthorne Blvd. in Torrance had been bought, refurbished and fully leased.

And, all the while, except for Maria, I had no one to share it all with.

Each night, I continued to read Genesis from my Bible to Jimmy as he lay there but I was ashamed to admit my faith was faltering. 

I could see no way out of my personally imposed prison of depression. If misery loved company, then I wasn't even good enough for that.

The late afternoon sun was warming the hills just a little too much and I still had hours of work ahead of me even after I tell Mary to go 'home,' even if it is only a couple of floors upward it's still out of the office.

"Philip, please take me home." My protector stood up and reached out for my hand, easily lifting me from the bench and we walked down the hill back to the main building.

**********

Morning, August 10th Medical Clinic, Crowell Corporation, Malibu

"Thank you for seeing me on short notice, Doctor Mayes."

"Don't ever think of it, Ms. Lane. What can I do for this morning?"

I was nervous and embarrassed for this was the first moment when I actually considered that I was pregnant with Jimmy's child.

"I think I might be pregnant..." My voice dropped off as if being silent could make my fear go away.

She looked at me, really not sure what to say or do. By this time it had become common knowledge that Jimmy and I had been sleeping together before the accident.

"Have you," she asked, "done a pregnancy test, yourself?"

"No, I'm just not feeling well, nauseous, gaining weight... you know and Jimmy and I have been..."

"Intimate?"

I blushed and could only nod my head. As wild as my few days with him had been I was still uneasy talking about it with someone.

"Well, why don't we start with the urine test and see where we go from there..." She handed me a small cup and lid and indicated where the examination bathroom was. "I'll wait for you right here, Ms. Lane."

I walked down the short hallway to the bathroom and closed the door... closed the door on what was probably the last moment of my 'single' life with its carefree lifestyle, if you could consider my life carefree.

I brought it back to her and waited for the results. She took the little test kit and put it into the cup and we waited. 

"Well, Ms. Lane, it would seem that you are indeed pregnant. My first question has to be, what do you want to do? I know what's happening with the general has to be tearing you up inside. 

"You, of course, have several options, the most obvious being to have the child. There are 'alternatives,' if you wish to discuss them."

As scared as I was, there was no question in my heart that I would keep our child.

"I want this baby." I tried to sound as brave as I could but instead broke down and cried. She held me and let me cry as long as I could.

When I had calmed down, we talked woman to woman about it. 

"Ms. Lane..."

"Doctor, please call me Alessa. I would appreciate it... Ms. Lane is in my office but here, I'm just a scared girl."

"All right, Alessa... I believe that we want to keep this quiet for as long as we can until we know whether or not you will have a healthy pregnancy and then there's the question of..."

She stopped talking, immediately knowing that she had crossed an emotional line without permission.

"I'm sorry, Alessa, I didn't..."

I was comforting her, saying, "I understand, please don't worry about hurting my feelings. They've been destroyed already."

"I'm going to do everything myself so that it will just be me and you knowing about it. I'm going to take a little blood, now so that I have a sample for a better test and then we'll go through some simple questions."

I could see she was trying to be as gentle as possible inserting the needle but I still jumped a little, more from uneasiness than anything else.

Blood pressure, weight, height, pulse rate all went down into her laptop.

"Is this your first pregnancy?"

My shocked face answered that for her.

"OK, now this is probably a little embarrassing but unfortunately we've all got to go through this at one time or another. Let me help you undress and then you can get back on the table." 

As each piece of clothing came off, she folded it and put it on one of the chairs. It had been a long while since I had been in a gynecologist's office and so it was embarrassing time again for me. She helped me back up and hop onto the table and put my feet into the stirrups.

I was thinking that it was like a medieval torture device for young maidens when I remembered I was pretty much in the same position the last time I had been with Jimmy.

She moved between my legs, looked closely and inserted a plastic-covered finger inside.

"Alessa... I'm looking to see if the coloration of your vulva and vaginal walls are showing an increased blood flow and they do look more purplish than if you were not."

Fingers went inside which would have been terribly erotic except that she wasn't my Jimmy and I was shivering inside.

"I'm now working up into your cervix to see if it's starting to soften some." Her fingers moved farther inside and then I could feel them touch my cervix. 

Only twice before had I ever felt anything there and both times were with Jimmy when I had asked him to take my as roughly as he could.

When I mentioned it to the doctor, she told me that meant I wasn't stimulated enough at the time and so my vagina hadn't lengthened sufficiently for sex.

Imagine my surprise when I heard that. For a long time, men were saying how they were able to hit the cervix with their dicks and now it turns out they were just lousy lovers whose women weren't properly readied. Ha, ha... I had to laugh, it was so funny. 

"I'm glad you are finding something funny about this," she said to me.

"Oh, Doctor, it's just that all this time men were saying how long they were because they could hit the cervix and now it just meant they were lousy in the sack."

With her fingers still inside me, she put her other hand on my stomach to feel if I had an enlarged uterus.

"Yes, my dear, you are going to have his baby. Congratulations?"

"Oh, yes, thank you."

We spoke some more about this and that and to my surprise she said I would visit each morning before anything else at the office and have a daily monitoring.

"I don't want anything to happen to either of you, enough sadness has already happened."

Was she preparing me for the worse? Was there something she knew that she wasn't telling me?

**********

Early morning, Friday, August 10th Barbers' Point Hospital

Beverly....

Someone left the morning paper in the deserted basement cafeteria and walking by, I picked it up. Reading while I ate her early morning breakfast before reporting in, I was mostly glancing at the photos. Not interested in the front page story of two container ships missing in the Pacific I just skimmed the stories, finally coming to the local news. 

Right in the middle of the page was a large color photo of the governor doing something with some woman in a simple white dress... then I looked closely at the picture. "Oh, no! Oh, no! Ohhhhh Nooooooooooo!" Leaving her food behind, I grabbed the paper and ran wildly up the stairs to the ER. "Look! Look! You won't believe it! She did get married and with the governor and everything!"

The young nurses crowded around as I frantically began to read out loud. "Governor Kilani presided at the civil union of Sayomi Nakamura, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Kaito Nakamura, and Lieutenant Robert Osborne, USMC, a Marine Corps fighter pilot. The couple will reside in the Oahu area." 

I continued to read but the jealous women had heard enough. One nurse, so angry at the turn of events, snatched the paper and ripped it into shreds all over the hallway floor before walking away muttering to herself. 

**********

Captain Susan Ricci, USN

Their supervisor, walking in on the end of the situation, decided to immediately suspend several of them for unprofessional conduct as soon as she returned to her office. These young girls think the world revolves around them and life ends at 30. Wait a minute! Suspension is too good for these witches, I'm transferring their asses out of here.

"You asked for us?" The three young and stupid nurses stood in the doorway, waiting for my permission to enter. 

I waved them in but did not indicate they could sit. "Close the door." After finishing what I was writing, which was just some doodling small circles on a piece of scratch-paper, I looked up. "Just who the fuck do you think you are? That's what I God damned want to know."

One made the mistake and started talking, but the stare she received shut her up.

"You three seem to have a problem with something in the newspaper and you! You left it scattered all over the floor! Who was supposed to clean that up? Was this what you were all worried about?" 

I held up a copy of the morning's paper folded back to the picture of Sayomi and the governor. "Well?"

"Yes, ma'am..." The lieutenants were afraid, now, I could smell the blood in the water... they had never seen me so angry.

"I was going to just suspend you three for a couple of days but on thinking about it, that's not good enough. I'm transferring you three to other bases." 

The angry woman that I was passed out three manila envelopes. 

"How dare you act the way you have about Nakamura. She's the best nurse here and did nothing but try and teach you how to be a good nurse, how to recognize immediate problems in the ER, how to be a good person with the patients and their families. 

"All you were worried about was who you were going to fuck next. You three are everything what's wrong with your generation, so damn self-centered you think the world owes you just because you can breathe. You're expected to report in day after tomorrow. Clear out your lockers and leave immediately. Security will escort you out. Dismissed."

Beverly....

We turned around and saw four MPs waiting for us. We walked down the hallway very slowly, suddenly realizing that our wonderful lives in Hawaii were over.

Leaving the hospital, we went to a nearby bar and in a corner booth, we stared at the three envelopes on the table, too afraid to open them.

"We are so screwed..." I said. "I don't want to open it." I stared at the envelope, sipping her drink. "Ah, fuck it." I swallowed what was left in the glass in one gulp and tore it open. "Oh, shit... I need another drink." 

I walked unsteadily back to the bartender. "Gimme a double... hell, make that a double double... neat." Throwing down my credit card, I waited for the drink.

Charlie....

Darrell and I were watching these three Navy nurses downing the drinks and getting blasted off their asses. The blonde, who we found out later was named Beverly, returned to find the other two had opened their orders and had their heads down on the table. 

"This sucks... goddamn that Nakamura or whatever the hell her name is now. That bitch has ruined my life. I've got to go to Attu, Alaska, wherever the hell that is."

The middle nurse pulled out her Blackberry and called up the internet. "Let's see... Attu... holy shit! The place is the western most island in the fucking Aleutians... that's way worse than where I'm going, goddamn desert in the middle of goddamn Nevada. At least there's those hot-shot flyboys from Top Gun. Still, the fucking desert. Shit! Where are you going?"

The remaining woman didn't look up. "Gitmo... with the goddamn Muslim terrorists. I am so screwed."

They had been banished to the three worst possible naval stations for a young woman. 

"More drinks... I need another drink. Now!"

"When do we have to leave, anyway? I didn't bother to look. Lemme see those orders." 

We could see the blonde was rapidly falling into a misty drunkenness but she was still awake enough to find the date. 

"Jesus Christ! We... well, I... have to leave tonight."

The brunette stared out their orders, looking for the date. "Shit! Me, too."

The last one just moaned, laying her head on the table.

The blonde looked around the bar and seeing us at the bar counter, walked unsteadily over. 

"Hey, boys... how... how are you? I'm leaving tonight to go to fucking Alaska. Do you think you could give me a good time and then take me to the airport?"

We looked her over and even as drunk as she was, she still looked good to us. 

"What about your friends over there?"

"Oh, them... let me go see..." She balanced herself on the chair backs and carefully walked across what must have been a spinning floor. "Hey... whoa!" She grabbed the chair and collapsed into it. "I'm gonna party with those guys before I leave... you wanna come with us?"

"No. I'm gonna be sick," one moaned and ran out the door. We could hear her vomiting the drinks and everything else on the asphalt parking lot and then saw her through the back door falling to her knees in the smelly mess.

"I'll stay with her. Goodbye, Beverly. I had fun while it lasted. Goodbye." She got up and went outside to see to her friend.

We went over and almost carried the blonde to our car. Pushing her into the back seat, we drove looking found a motel somewhere outside of Pearl. 

I went inside to rent a room and returned with a key, motioning to Darrell to drive around to the other side of the building.

After unlocking the room door, we looked around and seeing no one, carried her into the room. The door closed behind us with a heavy sounding clack and we looked at the sleeping woman on the bed.

"Want to try and wake her up?" I asked, unbuttoning her nurse's uniform and gazing upon her breasts. I reached out and touched her.

"What for? This makes it easier, anyways." Darrell started unzipping his pants.

"We are taking her to the airport, right?" I asked. "It wouldn't seem right to just leave her here."

"Yeah, I guess so, especially since the other two know what we look like. Yeah, we'll take her, just as soon as we're done here."

We finished pulling her clothes off and flipped a coin to see who went first. Darrell won the toss, took his pants off and rubbing his hand over her ass, told me to look if there was any shampoo in the bathroom.

'Ah, fuck,' I thought, 'he's going to get his wish.'

**********

Evening, Friday, August 10th Honolulu International Airport

Welcome to the land of ice and snow where the cold winds blow

True to our promise, Darrell and I brought Beverly to the airport, and I walked her in to the airline ticket counter. On the way over, I had looked at her traveling orders and knew what to do. 

"Good evening. This is my sister, Beverly Lismonde. She is scheduled on your 8 PM flight to Anchorage. Our mother has just died and the Navy is sending her home. 

"Her doctor gave her some pills to calm her down and said she'll sleep the whole flight. I can help you get her on board, if you wish."

"Thank you... but the Homeland Security... you know, they will not allow that. We will take care of her... don't worry, she'll be fine. I'll call for a wheelchair. Just a minute, please."

While the woman called for a wheelchair, I held Beverly up. She was asleep, lightly snoring. When the wheelchair arrived, I helped the attendant seat her and strap her in. 

Putting all her papers under her folded arms, I made a show of kissing her goodbye and watched as she was wheeled across the ticket area toward the terminal gate.

I left the terminal and waited while Darrell was still circling the parking lot. Waving him down, I got into the car and we left as quickly as we could without drawing attention.

"Dude... that was the finest afternoon I've had in a long time. I wonder if she'll remember any of it?" I had a smug, self-satisfied grin on my face.

"Who cares? She's gone to the land of ice and snow, never to return. From what I could see, the other two are gone also, probably to never meet again. Boy, she had a nice ass. I've been wanting to do that again for a long time."

**********

Five miles above the Pacific heading north

Beverly....

The next morning, I woke up with the worst hangover I ever had. "Ooooo, my fucking head." My head felt like it was full of pillow stuffing straining to get out.

The woman sitting next to me spit out her breakfast orange juice. "Language!"

I looked at her through blood-shot eyes. "Lady, just mind your own fucking business." I then registered a deep pain, and put my hand between my legs. "Ooooo, what happened to me? Oh, shit." 




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While I didn't remember exactly what happened, I did remember meeting two men in the bar. 'They did this to me... what did they do? My ass feels on fire... oh, shit! They butt-fucked my ass! And, I wasn't even awake for it... my life totally sucks, now.'

I turned to the old woman, not so much in a traveler's type of friendship but because I thought I might need the old woman's help when the plane landed. 

"Look, I'm sorry. I had a bad reaction to the medication I was taking. My name is Beverly and I'm a Navy nurse. I just got transferred from Hawaii to the Aleutians." 

I stopped talking as my head reminded me it was still there.

"Here, dear, have some of this." 

The old lady uncapped a small bottle of vodka and poured it into the orange juice. As I took the plastic glass, she gave me a wink. 

"I've been there myself, dear. Drink up." She opened another bottle and drank it straight up. "When we land, I'll help you meet your connecting flight."

After we left the plane, we met a Navy seaman holding a placard with my name on it. As I approached, he saluted. "Lieutenant Lismonde, welcome to Alaska. Do you have any luggage?"

"Oh, shit, I left everything behind. How fucking dumb was that?"

He looked at me, probably wondering what kind of a nurse I was, aside from being really hot and really hung over. He walked me slowly out to the waiting Hummer and took me to the other side of the airport to catch my connecting flight to Attu, the frozen island from hell. 

**********

I looked out the window of the Coast Guard C-130 heading west to one of the smallest islands in the Aleutians. All I saw was gray sky, gray clouds and gray water. Somewhere down there, I would spend the next year. 

'I've got to get my clothes and stuff sent here. Man, getting blasted was a big mistake. I've nothing to wear... and I smell of sex... the station commander is going to kill me. I better try and wash up before I meet him.'

I felt the plane descending and checked my seat belt. The landing was uneventful and the plane taxied over to the buildings nearby. 

As I deplaned carrying my paperwork, a cold wind nearly knocked me over. Wearing nothing but my nurse's uniform, I was immediately chilled.

"Here, let me help you."

I started to say 'thank you' and then looked at his face. 'He has the nicest blue eyes.' "Where do I report in at? I've never been here before."

"I'll take you over. You must have had a rough trip from Hawaii. I think I'll take you to wash up before you meet the boss."

"Thank you." I followed him to the clinic and he showed me where the showers were and where I could get my uniform quickly cleaned and pressed. "I'll tell the boss that you'll see him in a couple of hours. You don't have to officially report in until 1400 hours, so you've plenty of time."

"Thank you so much. What's your name?"

"Jerry. Now get yourself together. The boss is a stickler for neatness in the clinic."

I watched him walk away. Maybe this won't be so bad.

**********

The loneliness place in the world

"I'm Ensign Beverly Lismonde; I've come to report for duty."

Standing in my newly cleaned and pressed uniform, I waited for a response from the young and very cute dark-haired ensign behind the desk.

"I'll see if he's available right now. Just a second, please." 

The ensign buzzed the lieutenant and listened while he spoke. 

She hung up the phone and told me to sit down and wait and then went into the lieutenant's office and closed the door.

Lieutenant Jerry Gruener....

"So, is she cleaned up?" I asked, smiling.

"Yes, sir... and looking well considering she's here from Hawaii. Must be quite a shock to her system."

"Let me know how she treats you."

"Yes, sir."

On my desk was the email from Hawaii outlining the problem that Beverly and her two friends had created. I had replied that I would address the problem in the best possible manner. I assured the Navy captain that I would teach her personal discipline and try to save her career... if she wanted. 

'Hopefully, she can be saved... only time can tell, I guess.'

There was a knock on my door. "Enter," I said, pretending to look at her service record. During the last two hours, I had practically memorized the documents. 

Beverly walked in, saluted and said, "Lieutenant Beverly Lismonde, reporting for duty, sir!" When I finally looked up, she was taken aback. She immediately recognized me from the plane.

I looked her over with the critical eye of her superior officer. 

'Cleaned up and in the light... she doesn't look too bad, thinking of how she looked leaving the plane.' 

I returned her salute and motioned her to sit down. Warily, she waited until I spoke. "So, Lieutenant, tell me about yourself... not what's in your jacket."

So, for possibly the first time in her adult life, she was truthful to someone other than herself. Starting with her foolish jealousy of Sayomi Nakamura, outrageous behavior at the hospital to finally getting drunk before boarding the plane, she told him everything. 

The wild scandalous sex in the motel she was unable to remember but knew she had been thoroughly used.

She found herself crying for the first time, she said, since her prom date had left her at home and went with someone else. I opened a desk drawer and reached for a box of tissues. "Here," I said, pushing the box toward her.

"Thank you," she sobbed, wiping away her tears and then blowing her nose. "I have made a mess of my life and career, haven't I?"

"Well, Beverly, you've been honest with me, from what I have been told a rare occurrence from you, so I'm going to be honest with you. Back in Honolulu, they were ready to make you walk the plank for what you did. I understand your former companions were transferred to Gitmo and Nevada." 

She shifted in her seat, uncomfortable under my gaze.

"Now, here's what we're going to do, Lieutenant. No one here except me and the ensign will ever know what happened before you came here... unless you tell them. I'm giving you a fresh start. That's why I met you at the plane. 

"I knew you had a rough flight. I also know you arrived with nothing but your travel orders. You'll have to wash out your uniform each night until your other clothes catch up with you. 

Make arrangements for that to happen. The ensign will show you how to do that. If you have any problems, tell the ensign immediately. Don't let it get out of control, Lieutenant. Are we clear?"

"Yes, sir. I will do my best, sir."

"Look, I know this isn't Waikiki, but the people here are nice and we are a very small community out here in the cold, and the tour is only one year. Any questions?"

"No, sir. Thank you, sir."

"Dismissed."

Beverly....

In the hallway, I met the waiting ensign, who took me to the Officers' Quarters. 

"I'm going to get you some survival gear, just in case we lose our power. Two months ago, we had to snuggle up to keep warm." 

The ensign had a smile on her face as she told me about those two days. 

"I've been asked to loan you some underwear until your clothes arrive. We'll be sharing a room. I was lucky; I had it to myself for five months but it'll be fun having someone to talk to... that's if you want to."

Years of selfishness had left me jaded and I almost said something unkind to the young ensign but remembered what he said, 'a new start.' 

'It might be fun to actually have a real friend, I thought, realizing the installation was minuscule compared to Pearl or Barbers' Point and to be an outcast, to be alone under these conditions was deadly. 

The island of Attu was almost 2000 miles from Anchorage. It was so far west in the Aleutians that it caused a jog in the International Date Line.

Due to the weather, walking from one area to another was done indoors; all the buildings were connected. 

"Well, here we are... all the comforts of home."

I looked around the small room... opposite walls had single beds and between the door were two closets. There was a small desk with a lamp between the two beds.

The girl pointed down the hallway. "The showers and toilets are at the end of the hall. If you want any special stuff like a nice shampoo for your hair, you punt in an order to Anchorage and it's shipped out on the next flight. It takes a while so plan ahead. 

"Let's go around the place and I'll show where everything is. We'll start off with the clinic and go from there. Most of the time, you'll be in our room, the clinic or the cafeteria. 

"There's a lounge but you'll probably want to get up to speed with this place first. There's not much to do outside most of the year because it's either too cold or too dark. 

During the summer, we used to get bird watchers and they stayed some buildings near the airstrip, but that's over now."

Entering the clinic, I walked around the room getting a feel of the place. With the nearest hospital about 2000 miles away, I understood that people's lives would depend on my abilities to either help them heal or keep them alive until a plane could fly them out. 

The enormity of my position terrified me. I no longer had a doctor telling me what to do or a nurse like Nakamura showing me how to do it.

The medic returning to the mainland left a detailed inventory of drugs and other supplies and I went from cabinet to cabinet checking off each item one by one.

Several hours later, there was a knock on the open door. 

"Well, Lieutenant, how's it going?"

"I'm almost through checking the inventory. What may I do for you?"

"I just dropped by to see if you needed any help, that's all. Rodriguez was a good medic but he wasn't an ER nurse and we were lucky this past year there was nothing worse than a couple of bad cuts, some sprained fingers and frostbite. That's the bad one; you must really watch for that."

"The surgery needs to be thoroughly scrubbed down and then I would like to put together an examination schedule for the personnel. I would like to get my own baseline. Rodriguez's records show the last one was done eight months ago. If you can give me a copy of the duty roster I can start on that immediately."

"Fine. I'll have Cassie bring them over right after lunch. Maybe... no, that wouldn't work... forget it."

"What's that?"

"People here have their own stashes of comfort food... and to try and take that away, to even suggest... we'd have a full-scale riot going on." He laughed. "I'll see you later, maybe." Without waiting for a reply, he went down the hallway.

And my life on the ice started.

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Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 25



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All rights reserved, 2010



Late morning, Friday, August 17th

San Diego Naval Base

Meeting The Family Is Not As Simple As You Might Think

I waited at the gate and looked through the families surrounding the sailors leaving the base. Somewhere hidden in the crowed was Mike Hunter, Commander USN, now retired, the man I had hoped to marry. Like a silly schoolgirl going to the prom, I was getting anxious. 

After the terrifying events in the Pacific, somehow I knew this was probably my last chance for romance and a possible family. 

"Colonel Paras! Colonel Paras!"

I turned and saw an arm waving above a sea of people. 

"Mike! Mike, I'm here!" I moved toward the sound of his voice, finally finding him surrounded by of five women. The familial resemblance was astounding and the ones I supposed were his sisters were almost clones of each other separated by a year or two apart.

Hunter looked at an older woman I took to be his mother and when she gave him a slight nod, he quietly approached and stood before me. 

I held out my arms to embrace him but instead he took my right hand and gently kissed it. As romantic as it may have seemed, I was astonished at his behavior until I remembered what he said on the ship, his only desire was to serve, please, respect and love me and I was about to enter a world I knew almost nothing about.

"Mike, take me to your family." It almost was a command rather than a request. How easily I slipped back into my commanding Marine officer stance with him. What had caused that response from me I had no idea other than it just seemed the right thing? the correct thing? the easy thing? to do. I didn't know then and I still don't now.

"Yes, Colonel. Please follow me." I thought he would have taken my hand but he didn't. We approached the five women, the oldest one standing there in a very stern manner with her arms folded across her chest.

Mrs. Hunter stood waiting, almost like an old-fashioned school teacher with a yardstick in her hand. "Well, Michael? Aren't you going to introduce us?"

I was having misgivings from that moment. Not so much what Michael was doing, although it did seem a little strange to me at the time but the attitude steaming from the women. Did I really want a mother like her? More to the point, did I want to have sisters-in-law like them?

And so I was 'examining' them just as much if not more than they were looking at me.

Mike started speaking, "Mother, this is Colonel Maria Paras, USMC. She is the very special lady I've been emailing you about... Colonel, this is my mother and these are my sisters, Brianna, Melinda, Lizabeth, and Brenda..."

Before he could finish, Brianna, the oldest sister, put her hand on his shoulder. "OK, Michael, time to go."

It almost looked like a parent leading a wayward child away.

At the time, I was a little confused that he continued to call me 'colonel' rather than 'Maria,' but I guessed it was just his attempt to show respect since we were still on the base.

He led us away from the crowd and out the gate. 

Deep In Traffic With Mother

Once outside the gate I took them to my SUVs parked on the street. As the sisters got into one car with Rico, I led Mike and his mother to the other driven by Philip. 

I held the front door open for the mother, hoping that she would get the hint and sit up front. The woman smiled, kissed my cheek and sat in the front with Philip. 

I had been surprised that Alessa told Philip to accompany me to San Diego. He was usually stuck to her like glue... and, he was very handsome. 

Mrs. Hunter smile faded somewhat when she noticed the .45 automatic on Philip's belt and I think she was going to say something but the two cars abruptly left the curb and headed toward the Coronado Bridge for the San Diego Gaslamp District. I like that bridge for a lot.

Ever since the crash, I had nightmares, bad nightmares. Sometimes I was in the crashing plane, sometimes we both were but it always ended the same... 

It had been weeks since we had seen each other although we were talking each night on the phone. That night we had together in my borrowed cabin had stuck in my mind ever since and looking back, I believe that was the greatest motivator in choosing Michael to be with me.

Yes, he was smart, physically fit, good looking and funny but his amazingly educated mouth won me over. 

Shallow, selfish thinking... lonely woman selfish thinking... desperate woman selfish thinking. I admit it. At my age and situation, a normal life had already slipped by me, and this situation seemed right at the time.

Even though his mother was sitting in the front seat, I playfully put my hand on his crotch to stroke his dick through his pants. Instead of my anticipated result I felt no physical response at all. I stared at him but he cautiously pointed at his mother, looking to see if she was watching. 

I knew he had commanded military personnel in times of extreme danger and so was surprised at how quickly he became subservient in the presence of his mother and Brianna, his older sister.

With the traffic downtown, it took a while for us to reach the restaurant.

I broke the silence. "Mrs. Hunter, have you ever been to a Brazilian steakhouse?"

She turned a little sideways to address me. "No, Colonel, but I hear that they are very nice."

"Please call me Maria... we're going to the Rei do Gado in the Gaslamp district. I hope that you and the girls will like it. General Crowell and I would go there when we worked together in San Diego. Ah, here we are."

The two cars parked in front of the restaurant's reserved curb and everyone got out. Philip and Rico found a sidewalk table to watch the cars and give us some privacy and started drinking their usual iced teas.

Time To Get Something To Eat

Upon seeing me walk in, the owner rushed over. "Good morning, Colonel Paras... I am so sorry to hear about what happened to Colonel Crowell. I am going to miss him very much. I have your party seated in the back to give you some privacy. Please come this way."

"Thank you. Mrs. Hunter?"

I hung back, letting the Hunter women precede me to the table. Seeing them far enough away, I reached for Mike and kissed him, putting all my passion into the embrace but before I could elicit a physical, a romantic, some kind of response Brenda walked up.

"Michael, come here!" Brenda sounded SO disapproving she surprised me.

Mike looked over at his youngest sister. "I'm sorry, we're coming." I saw he was afraid of the young woman and I began to really wonder what bizarre psychological hold they had over him.

By the time we found the table, the girls were already at the salad bar. Mike's mother patted the chair next to her and I sat down. 

"Maria, can you tell me a little about how you met? Michael has been a little quiet about that. He said something about national security. I was very angry with him. He tells me everything."

I was stunned. The woman's response was unexpected.

"Mrs. Hunter... We can't talk about it. I'm glad it's over but a very good man has died and a good woman that loved him is missing him forever and his baby will never know him. Please, let's just say that Mike and I were lucky to have found each other."  

More prophetic words had never been spoken... at least, by me.

The serious look on my face told the woman to drop the subject and I felt more self-assured in starting to deal with the Hunter women. I believed if I could 'control' the mother then the girls were going to be no problem no matter how they thought about themselves.

I was a Marine, damn it and we don't shit from anyone, let alone a bunch of civilians. 

The sisters arrived, announcing their presence with loud laughter and talk. 

"Mom, you have to hurry up! This place is great!"

At the same time as they sat down, servers began bringing out the first of many meats to our table. The mother was served first, more out of respect for her age than any perceived power. I declined anything for the moment while I put together a serious plan of action to 'save' Mike from his own family. The sisters were next in order of age. Mike was served last. I think that happened because the Brazilians were trying to flirt with the sisters.

As the waiter put the first slice on his plate, Melinda looked at him and said, "That's enough, Michael." The server was puzzled and looked at him to see if it was a joke, but Mike said nothing so the server left.

'What the hell?' I thought. If I cared for him at all, even as just a friend, I would have to get him out of their clutches as quickly as possible not matter what I would agree to with them.

I stood up and walked over to the salad bar. Talk of Jim's death had brought me down some; I still cared for him. My main concern now was Alessa who had proven to be my one true friend in life, asking nothing but friendship and love in return. 

How it would end up was a question that only God knew the answer to but a sly smile appeared when I thought of our first night together. I knew how I wanted it to end up.

People walked around me as I stood there with an empty dish in my hand. When someone finally bumped me, I moved along, putting a few olives and some lettuce on my plate and returned to the table. If anyone noticed my strange selection, no one mentioned it.

"Maria?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mrs. Hunter... I was thinking of something." I opened my napkin with a flourish to mask my embarrassment.

"Girls, take Michael outside for a little walk. I'm going to talk to Colonel Paras for a moment. Don't go too far. I don't want to have to come looking for you."

"Yes, mother." Melinda nudged Mike and the three younger sisters took him away from the table and went outside. Philip told me he followed them down the street but didn't go with them because I was their responsibility and not Mike or the girls. It continued to amaze me how docile and acquiescent he was in their presence. I knew I had to get him away from them... but I still had no clear idea of what I was going to do with him once I had him.

Mrs. Hunter spoke first before I could question their actions. Where were they taking Michael anyways? If it was just privacy they were giving then they could have just went to another part of the restaurant. 

"I was wondering if you are going to stay in the Marines or..."

"Well, Mrs. Hunter, I hope to find someone that loves me as much as I would him, retire from the military, work for Crowell Enterprises and possibly have a family. I have a little money saved up. 

Mrs. Hunter, I'm so tired of military life and this last 'adventure' really woke me up. I'm through early next year. Whatever pension they would give me isn't worth the next five years of my life. I know I'm a little older than Mike is but I like your son... I know it's been quick but I believe he loves me. Does he? Has he said anything to you at all?"

Just as quietly, Mrs. Hunter spoke. "Yes, he does but he isn't sure that he could please you as he says you deserve. I understand that you got him a job with Crowell but will that be enough to occupy his time when you're not at home?"

"Ma'am, if I were to marry him would you be happy with that, could you be happy with that? I need to know. I realize that you've just met me and don't know me any better than you know the waiter but I'm a good person, a caring person and you would be my family."

Those words became anticlimactic as the days continued on for this new group of people that entered my life.

At that time, I still was still thinking in terms of a somewhat normal marriage. 

My mind went off on a tangent of its own. I still have only one friend in the whole world, Alessa Lane. At one time, I was jealous and stupid and petty and wrong and she's the only one besides Jim Crowell who ever did me a favor just because it would make me happy. And now Alessa and I are trying to run the company after he left us. Our little cabal is desperately working to just keep it going.

"I don't know what to say, Maria. I appreciate your candor. Michael, like all my children, is very special to me... his father was killed when he was a young boy."

What was it with all these men and women losing their parents when they were young? It felt like an epidemic of death running through the people I know. And, now Alessa's unborn child will never know Jim.

"This may shock you but I think you're the right woman to appreciate what I have to say. My husband was a mean drunk and beat us when he came home. He whored around, gambled and spent his paycheck at the bars and as God is my witness, I was glad when somebody killed him in a parking lot.

As Michael was growing up, I made sure that he would never be someone like his father. Later, the girls helped me teach him the correct manner to have around a woman. Every day, we made sure he was compliant with what we wanted him to do in the house.

It's true I did hit him... so did the girls... but now, he knows his boundaries and what he is and isn't allowed to do on his own. It's just better this way."

Holy shit, no wonder he was so complacent when it came to being with them and with me. Whatever spirit he might have had was thoroughly crushed.

I questioned the nebulous idea I had about rehabilitating him into a husband. I questioned everything that I had hoped for and at that singular moment grasped the fact that the only person who was going to love me completely for myself was Alessa.

Oh, God, how had I come to this? My whole youth wasted and now this. I wanted to shrink up and just die, right there, I was so damned depressed.

Mike's mother had continued talking, not realizing that I had retreated into my own personal hell.

"...I told him to join the Navy. I knew he would accept the inherent discipline of the military. He's done well as long as he's told what to do. We moved to San Diego when he was stationed here; ever since he's always sent his money home to help us here. 

I'm glad that he is out, thanks to you. I don't think he could have risen much farther at all. He is smart but does what he's told. I don't think he's had an original thought in quite a while."

Damn! What a thing to say about your own son! And, you're the reason he's screwed up! My original plan for him went up in smoke and I then recognized the best I could do for Michael was to give him a safe place to live away from his sisters and try my best to bring him some peace. How he would fit into the relationship Alessa and I already had, I did not know but vowed to make it work somehow, if just for my own peace of mind.

"Am I scaring you? I'm thinking that you might want to jump up and run away, the way you look. If that's the case, I'm sorry but I had to tell you this if you really are interested in him."

Mrs. Hunter drank some water. She carefully watched my face for some response, a response I honestly was too disturbed to have. Seeing me just sitting there listening, she continued as if my silence gave assent.

"You're right... I don't know you at all, except for what Michael has told me... but I like what I see today. You're obviously very smart and determined, especially in a man's world like the military. You're honest with your wishes and desires. You say you like my son... I know you don't really love him, even if you think you do. In such a short time and the way he is, but I do know that if you want him, he will be the perfect companion, he will soon anticipate your needs, anticipate your desires and who knows, if you really want, probably father your children. That's up to you.

"You want marriage and a family. You say you're going to leave the Marines next year. He's my son and I want the best woman for him... A strong woman who will take responsibility for him. Do you understand what I'm saying? In the hands of the right woman, Michael will serve her well. If you truly care for him then I will support you with all my heart in teaching you how to treat him. He needs a woman to tell him what to do or he will be lost.

"Is that all right with you?

"We have given him a very strong desire to please the women he is submissive to. It is his way of expressing love and devotion. What he wants and needs is a woman who will formally take control of his life... to be the authority of his life. It must be a woman he can love and trust. Are you following what I am saying, Maria?"

I was amazed at what I heard. It was like that wave that Bob Osborne saved me from, crashing all around me, tumbling me, overwhelming me.

The woman admitted to training her son to be subservient to the woman he considered his mistress. After the lost years with Crowell, God bless him, I have grown to understand him so much better as I continued to discover what he had done for me. My new relationship with Alessa... we shared our equality... she was completely in charge while we were doing business, I was when we were alone.

Mrs. Hunter turned. "Brianna?"

I looked at Michael's oldest sister. Mrs. Hunter's phrasing of her treatment of Michael was unbelievable to me. Her comments about my career in the Marines, while true, were also a little strange. What Brianna was going to say was obviously important otherwise why would the other sisters take Michael away and leave her behind? It struck me that I began thinking and calling him 'Michael' instead of the more masculine 'Mike' I had thought of for him just a few hours earlier.

"Mother, give us some privacy."

Without a word the older woman got up and also went outside somewhere. Who was the real boss here, the mother or the daughter?

"Maria, what I'm about to say may seem crazy... it may even make you want to get up and leave all of us right here, including Michael and run away as fast as you can. I am willing to take that chance."

And there I had it. Somehow, the daughter had supplanted the mother for the position of power.

"You are a strong woman. I know we've said that enough today... maybe that's what attracted him to you in the first place. Maybe you sensed something about him subconsciously, I don't know.

"Ummm... when Mother was at work my sisters and I would play with Michael. He was already 'submissive' to mother. At the time, we recognized his behavior but didn't really know what it was called or that it wasn't what we now know is the accepted behavior for an American man.

"With the five of us only a year apart we convinced to play dress-up with us."

Ah, fuck me! Was she telling me what I was thinking she was? I grew nervous and starting looking for the front door in case I decided to walk away. If I did, they'd have to find their own way home.

Brianna put her hand on mine. "Please, don't leave... at least until I can explain a little better and make a suggestion."

I decided to see just what the Hunter women had done to Michael. My curiosity got the better of me, I must admit... afraid to find out but now willing to leave until I did. The fact that I had been falling in love with all this time faded from my mind.

"Whether it was because he was so young when mother started 'training' him or is just something in his psyche, he quickly became submissive to us, also. I'm kinda ashamed to admit we had him dressed up like a girl for a long time, until he was about ten, I think. We also made him do all our chores around the house before mother came home. It was so simple..."

I didn't know whether to be angry or sad. For the third time in my life a man had let me down. First, my father, then Jim and now Michael. I just fucking gave up. I didn't need a man anyway, I tried to convince myself, not for real love and even sex now that Alessa and I are... lovers.

What about this situation, though? It was causing my head to hurt.

"...and so, now what? Is he gay? A cross-dresser?"




Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 25



"No and yes, but only with our permission or yours, if you decide to give it.

There are a few other things we did, mother and I... the girls are taking care of that right now.

Ummmm, well... it's like this... Father used to hit her so mother was SO angry with him she took it out on poor Michael and... well, it fit in with everything else that was happening to him... she 'caged' him."

"What?" What the hell was she talking about? I had visions of a poor small boy locked into some kind of animal enclosure desperately trying to get out.

"There's this... I'm a little embarrassed to say it... there's this thing you put on his dick and he can't get an erection. Originally, mother used it out of spite against our father and then his memory but then used it to keep in line with all the girls interested in him at school. She didn't want any girls getting pregnant, especially since he is so good looking and compliant."

I looked at the young woman sitting next to me. "A cage? You put something around his dick? My, God..."

"It's not quite as bad as you are thinking... really..." Brianna gave me a 'cage' and pointed out the different things on it. "He expects it, Maria. That's just the way it is, now.

What do you want to do, Maria? I can understand if you just decide to leave. I'm sure that this is quite different from your Catholic Hispanic background where the man is the boss of the house."

That moment was the line in the sand. The mention of my own father brought back years of bitterness for me. My face contorted in rage as the memories flooded my mind. I gripped the plastic device, running my fingers over it, almost sensuously.

"He does what he's told? Anything?"

"Yes."

I didn't want to let go of the cage. It had a strange fascination about it, almost a relief to hold it.

Brianna looked around to make sure no one was near and she spoke so quietly I had to strain to hear.

"Maria... there are other things we did that mother doesn't know about... naughty things. We had him... we had him kiss us... you know, on our pussies."

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Back up the truck and try that again!

"I'm sorry... I don't think I heard you right." I was still holding the plastic cage, turning it over and over in my hands.

"He kissed us down there... his is really good at it, too." 

Brianna seemed to become enthusiastic talking about it.

"Each of us told him what we liked and he learned fast to please us because we would hit him 'till he got it right. He can do the same for you, if you want."

I began wondering how much it would cost for sessions with the shrink and whatever else it would take.

My mind was spinning faster than the thing in my hands. One part of me said it was so, so wrong what had happened to Michael... the other side said it wasn't my fault and who would care for him better than I. His sisters were eventually going to each find someone else, submissive to dominate... there didn't seem to be much of a normal life ahead for them, either.

Somewhere in my debating mind was the frustration I had with men. Each one had used me in one manner or another.

My father was just a pig and so was the man he had demanded I marry when I was fifteen at my party.

Jim had treated me with great respect, probably too damn much respect, and his kindness had made me a wealthy woman but he had failed in the most important part of my life... he broke my heart and left the pieces on the ground. I knew he didn't mean to do it' I knew he was trapped by his own sense of right and wrong; I didn't care, he hurt me with a pain that would never go away as long as I lived.

Now, this... it was too much to bear. Somewhere deep down in my subconscious something must have snapped like an old rubber band stretched too far for too long and I looked up from the table top that I had been staring at the whole time.

Brianna told me that my dark smile actually frightened her. Damn straight!

This was just what I needed... Someone who put my needs first regardless of the price it would cost him.

"I think I do... how do we do this?" 

Brianna smiled at the mutual trust she believed we now shared although if she knew what I planned on doing, she might have run away herself.

"If you are indeed ready to do this, I will have the girls bring him back and I will 'transfer ownership' to you. You have commanded men. You are a Marine officer. You should be comfortable knowing that your decisions will be respected in your household. You set the rules even if it's as simple as what flavor ice cream he will eat... when you let him, of course. He can't break your heart and I believe that's already happened to you by someone or you wouldn't still be sitting here. 

"The girls and I will speak to you more about this later. 

"Are you ready?"

I had a heady feeling. Fate had once again shifted, this time in my favor. "I have one question, though."

"What, dear?"

"I have a 'friend'... a very good friend and how will he treat her?"

"He'll do whatever you tell him. You are his mistress and he will obey. If you tell him that she is also to be his mistress then he will accept that without complaint."

"Thank you. I just needed to know. I'm ready." I looked around the restaurant wondering if anyone overheard our strange conversation but power and money had guaranteed we were completely away from other diners.

"Are you going to sit here while this happens? It could be a little awkward."

"For you or for him, dear? When he's with his sisters, he does what they tell him. I think we've done a very good job as far as that goes. 

"Why don't you sit here and think about what you're going to say. If you make it sound a little romantic it will work better, I think but not too much. 

"He must recognize you as his new mistress."

I sat there, my hands gripping the edge of the table. 

'It's now or never... could I really do this? And, if I didn't, what was to become of him? Maybe, after they left, I should just tell him to re-enlist. He would be in a familiar, comfortable world.

Who was I kidding? Someone else would find him out and either destroy him or enslave him.

But, wasn't that what I was planning on doing? Or was it what I was planning on avoiding? Was what I was planning even doable? God, help us both if it wasn't.'

I could hardly say it. "Yes, please." I nervously watched as she found them outside and motioned Mike to return to the tableside.

Brianna stood next to the table and said, "Michael, position."

The man dropped to his knees and looked down at my shoes. I was astonished. I hadn't expected that, never in my life. I was to learn so many things about Michael, so many things.

Brianna looked seriously at me. "You must call him Michael now. That is his submissive name."

I put my hands under his chin and made him look up. "Michael... oh, how can I do this except just say it? Michael, I will care for you and want you to be with me. Will you respect me in all things, do what I tell you in all things, love me no matter what and have a family together? Will you do what I want and accept me as your mistress in all things? No matter what?" 

I thought of Alessa. "And, my friend, Alessa who you must always address as Mistress Alessa or Miss Alessa, if she lets you? Look at me, Michael."

A huge smile grew as he looked at me. "Yes, Mistress Maria... I was going to ask you tonight if you would have me but this is better. I love you, Maria and will love you and respect you and do whatever you and Mistress Alessa want. Allow me to care for you and love you and have a family together and stay with you forever." 

"Michael?"

"Yes, Brianna?"

"Maria is now your Mistress. I have now transferred you to her."

"Yes, Brianna. Thank you."

His mother stood back while his sisters hugged and kissed me; Michael continued kneeling on the restaurant floor. As strange as it might have looked, it was almost impossible to see what was happening for he was surrounded by us, the six women who occasionally took the time to pat his hair.

He was still kneeling on the floor.

"Michael, kiss my ankle." I thought I might as well see how this was going to work

Michael immediately put his face on my lower leg and began licking. The very act excited him and I wondered for a moment if his penis was straining against the plastic cage his sisters had locked him into. His frustration only served to reinforce his subservient position.

"What do you say, Michael?" Brianna had moved next to him and twisted his right ear. "What do you say when your mistress tells you something?"

I was amazed. The pain had to be incredible and yet he just kept his head down.

"Thank you for letting me lick your leg, Mistress."

She smacked him across the head. "That's better. Don't let it happened again." She looked at me indicating I should say something.

I asked him how he felt. He kissed my leg again, whispering that he loved me and would forever over and over. 

I sat, blushing. 'Finally, something for me! I had crossed over into the dark side.'



Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 26



Chapter 26

Home to a new future

Afternoon, Friday, August 17th

Maria....

Our two SUVs arrived at San Diego International and stopped at the private aircraft terminal and we walked through the terminal out to my Gulfstream. As the Hunter women entered the plane, I could hear the 'oohs' and 'ahhs' as they settled into the plush leather seats of the plane. 

Turning toward Michael, I asked, "Michael, are you sure this is what you want? Your mother gave me a list of things that you are to do. Some of them are harsh. Are you going to have a problem with that? There's no turning back once you get on that airplane. 

"If you say 'no', I'll understand and help you get back into the Navy. It will hurt but I'd rather be hurt now than later. Tell me."

"Mistress... if you remember, I was attracted to you the moment I saw you. In the time we've been apart, I've been miserable. I couldn't think of anything but being with you... and that's dangerous on an aircraft carrier. 

"Yes, we've known each other only a short while but I hope we think alike.

"We both understand what the military is like and we both want and hope for the same things. As long as you care for me as you do right now, we'll be OK... better than OK. We can... we will keep this spark alive, you and I. I love you, Mistress, I really do and will do whatever you want no matter what it might be. I've been taught that men are to serve women and accepted that. It will give me comfort to know that I can serve you.

"I am still surprised at how my entire life has changed in the last few hours. I had once expected to spend the rest of my life caring for my mother and sisters but now things will be different. Instead of trying to please five different women with different desires, I will only have to serve you and Mistress Alessa and for that I am truly grateful."

"All right, Michael, if this is what you really want."

"If you two lovebirds are finished, the pilot says we have to leave now."

"All right, Brianna, we're coming." The sooner I could get him away from these little bitches the better. Their attitude toward their brother had not changed even though he was mine, now. I knew I was going to have to take charge of this little group before they felt they could 'gang up' on me through sheer numbers alone.

After we entered the plane, the co-pilot secured the cabin door. 

"Sorry, Colonel, but if we don't leave now it will be a two hour wait... and after flying to San Francisco and back this morning we'd just like to get out of here."

"That's OK, don't worry about it.... I just want to go home." 

Turning to my new 'family,' "Make sure you are buckled in correctly, this plane handles like a fighter jet." I shuddered as I remembered my flight to and from the carrier; this was much better.

After waiting for a 737, we lifted off and headed north along the coastline. The Hunter girls had flown a few times but never in such splendor. Their excitement reminded me of Alessa's description of her first flight on the Gulfstream as we both sat in Fiscelli's hospital room one night.

I walked back to sit next to Michael's mother. "Are you all right, Mrs. Hunter? Would you like something to drink, perhaps?"

"Oh, no, dear. We're stuffed from that fabulous steakhouse. And please, if you want, call me 'mom' or... something... we're your family now, for good or bad, I guess."

"You don't know how happy that makes me." Was I being honest or not, especially to myself? I began to relate how my father had treated me like a possession and my mother did nothing to support me. 

When I was done, I looked up and saw Michael's sisters looking at me in astonishment. Until now, the military had been my family, strict and unforgiving, but still a family.

They, on the other hand, after the death of their father, had controlled the family's life with their own insane desires.

"Maria, dear, Michael is just who you need. This will work out wonderfully. You won't have to worry about him doing something you don't want."

As much as that sounded interesting and was probably meant to be comforting, I knew that as soon as I could move them away from Michael, Alessa and I were going to try and rehab him to the best of our abilities.

The plane soon began its descent to Point Magu Naval Air Station and once again kissed the ground. The two pilots once again proved their abilities that I had once taken for granted. After the crash in Hawaii, I knew better. 

"Thank you, gentlemen, for another safe flight."

"Say, uh... Colonel, any chance of getting an introduction?"

"Slow down, flyboy... let's let these girls get settled before you two coming fooling around. I'm sure they're not the type you're used to." 'That's for sure... probably chew you up and spit you out... and you'd come back looking for more.'

"Well... maybe we want to settle down."

'Not with these ones, you don't. You're both real men. I'm going to have to remember that.' "If you're good boys, then I'll think about it. Knuckleheads!" 'Like I'm going to do that... I like these guys.'

One of the Corporation's vans was waiting for us near the plane. The driver took the Hunters' bags and led the women away. 

"Good afternoon, Colonel. Was your visit to San Diego productive?"

I tried to smile for an answer but it seemed hollow and I got into the front seat. A drive along Pacific Coast Highway and up into the coastal mountains... and we arrived.

The size of the complex awed the Hunters. After getting them signed in and arranging identification, I took them up to my floor. 

Opening the apartment suite's door, I stood back. "Welcome to my little home."

Brianna, very politely, asked me to pay attention. "Michael, corner."

The former Navy commander took his place kneeling in the corner facing the wall. To me, it seemed ludicrous that a man in uniform would subject himself to such humiliation but the years of constant conditioning by his mother and sisters had done their work on his ego.

"See how that works, Maria. Give him specific commands inside the apartment and he will immediately respond. You need to watch what happens outside these walls, though. You don't want people to wonder what's going on, for his protection as well as yours."

The apartment was tastefully decorated with souvenirs from my trips with Jim and the Corps. Photographs of strange places covered the walls and in several, if you looked hard enough, you could just make out my image in the desert. 

"Iraq?" Brianna asked.

"Iran... it's where I met the general." I looked to see three sisters speaking with Michael and became uneasy. "He was qualified as a Marine sniper; so am I. We were out there a little over two months and took out a number of the Al Qaeda leadership in northern Iran. It was the biggest high I ever had."

Brianna moved to several paintings, looking closely at the signatures. "Are these?"

"Yes, they both were gifts from Jim... I was reading a book on Van Gogh and he bought them last Christmas. He... I... he was in love with me but the whole military situation stopped him cold. It was just one of those things we didn't have control over."

"Would you have?"

"Yes, I would have married him but it wasn't meant to be and now I have a new family and someone to care for me." I tried to not make that sound as sarcastic as I meant it.

I turned from Brianna and looked at Michael submissively still facing the wall.

"Let me try this. Michael, come."

He left the corner and knelt at my feet. "Does it bother you that I might have married someone else?"

He was silent for a moment. "Mistress, whatever you wish to do. We're here, now. I love you."

"Michael?"

"Yes, Mistress?"

"Come." 

I led him out of my apartment and down the hall to Alessa's where we both now lived. "Michael... He was a real man and respected me. I expect you to do what I want if I'm to ever let you into my bed, understand?"

"Yes, Mistress. I love you, Mistress. I can't seem to say that enough. I love you." He kissed my ankle and put his forehead on the rug.

"Let's this get this straight. No more kneeling on the ground, no more kissing my feet... unless I ask you to.

"Well, let me show you the rest of the place, starting with the bedroom." I grabbed his arm and practically dragged him up and into the room. "This is where I sleep. Do you like it?" I didn't wait for an answer, know full well that it would have been 'yes.'

I took him to the closet. "This is the closet. And in here is the bathroom. There's a spa and everything. I want it ready for me or Mistress Alessa when before we come home 

"Do you understand me?"

I spoke so rapidly my words almost stumbled over one another.

I noticed he was blushing. 'Good, if he's blushing, his past is probably as clean as mine... thank God. I'm still getting him tested for HIV, though. Should have thought about that on the carrier.'

"Yes, Mistress. Two o'clock... every day. Thank you."

He seemed pleased at the ease I had in slipping in the role of a dominant which I supposed made him feel secure or something. That fact made me very uneasy and I knew that Alessa and I would have a long road ahead of us trying to bring back his masculinity.

"You stay here, Michael; sit on the couch over there, watch TV. Get something to eat or drink if you get hungry. I'll be back as soon as I can. You must stay here unless I come and get you. Even if your sisters or mother shows up, you are to stay here. 

"Michael, when we're outside these rooms act like the man you were in the Navy. Is that understood?"

"Yes, Mistress."

I went back to my own apartment, told the Hunters to watch television and wait for me and went over to my office to see what was going on. Even though I had leave, the intelligence center wasn't like any other environment in the world.

**********

When I returned, I found Michael changing the bed linens in the bedroom Alessa and I shared. I waited for him to finish and then told him how I expected him to act outside of the apartment or when others were present.

We went back to 'my' apartment and found the rest of them waiting as I had instructed.

"Well," I said, "let's look at the rest of this place. Mom, girls, let's go for the ten cent tour. Make sure you have your badges in plain sight." 

Leading them through the six different glassed biomes, I pointed out the different plants and animals present. Being a tour guide made me pay closer attention to the things I had taken for granted or never really bothered to look at and I discovered that several of the more exotic plants were doing quite well and reproducing rapidly.

As we passed by the military intelligence wing, the Hunters saw the armed guards and while Michael took it for granted that some would be present somewhere, the women were slightly alarmed but tried to hide it.

"That's the military wing where I work. I can't take you there and Michael will have to reapply for a security clearance if he ends up there although I think Miss Lane will find something on the commercial side. Look at the time! Let's eat, shall we?"

As we entered the nearest cafeteria, several people looked, wondering who the new people were but when they saw me they went back to eating.

"It's all you can eat but Jim had mandatory early morning runs and exercise routines for everyone, otherwise we'd be out of shape in a few days eating all this food. Get whatever you like, Mom, girls. Michael, find a table, please."

He quickly found two tables and pushed them together. 

"Get me some food, Michael." I stood waiting for the women to return, my emotions high and my heart beating rapidly. 'I haven't felt like this since the flight to the carrier. I need to calm down or I'm going to embarrass myself.' 

Melinda arrived first and sat down with her tray. 

"Maria? I must say that I'm very impressed with what you have here. I always thought our coal miner background would keep me from achieving anything more than getting married early and having children who would work in the mines. 

"You did all this on your own and have shown me it is possible if you've an education and work hard enough. Thank you."

"Melinda, right? Melinda, what do you want to do with your life? I'm telling you now the military was good for me for a while but no longer. Working here in this complex was an incredible opportunity but it still wears me out, even with all the perks that Jim had given me."

The other sisters arrived and seeing us deep in conversation, moved to the other end of the tables.

"I finished community college and earned an AS in Earth Sciences. I would like to be oceanographer or a marine biologist. I guess Michael being in the Navy had a big influence on me. But with the economy as it is and we don't have too much money so I had to stop there."

"If you could, would you go back?"

"Yes, I would but I don't know if that's possible."

"Why not? What were your grades?"

"All 'As' and some 'Bs' but I don't have the money. I've been working for the last three years just to help pay the rent."

"How about your sisters? Do you think they would want to go to college? I have an idea. Here's what I want you to ask them."

Although Melinda was the second oldest sister and for years been the 'little' Mistress, she immediately recognized my power was so much greater than hers.

Melinda....

I got up and told my sisters to follow me into the hallway. 

"She wants to know if we want to go to college... she says she has a plan. Here's our chance. She wants to help us; we're family. Michael... well, we know what Michael is... he loves her, mom likes her and so do I... what about you guys?"

The other three nodded their heads.

"All right, then. I know she is going to take over for Brianna. She just oozes power here. Lizabeth, politely ask her to come out here for a minute. We can talk better out here."

Lizabeth quickly returned with Maria. Maria looked at us expectantly. 

"Well, girls... have you thought about it? I can make this happen for you. You'll have to study hard but you all can do it. So... what's the decision?"

"Maria, Mistress Maria..." Brianna said, bowing her head and acknowledging Maria's authority to her three sisters. 

"First, Mistress, we appreciate the fact that you feel affection for our brother and believe that you will protect himself from himself. Unlike some people that follow our way of life, we are not jealous of you taking him away from us but rather are happy that we have a new sister. 

"Yes, we would deeply appreciate if you could help us get into college but we would love you even if you didn't."

"Fine. I still have another week of leave. I'll make a call and we'll go tomorrow. We'll get some new clothes before we get there. First, I have to get you all something to sleep on." 

Maria....

I pulled out my new Blackberry since Michael still had my other one. 'I guess I let him keep that one; I'll just have its functions limited.'

"Sue Anne? Yes, thank you. Could you find some beds for a couple of days? Yes, that's right. For six people... thank you. OK, that takes care of that. I think I should get something to eat, now. I'm so hungry. I didn't eat much at the restaurant."

We went back in just in time to find Michael bringing me a sirloin steak and baked potato. Since we were in public, he reverted to his other personality... a functioning male. 

I knew he was anything but. However, I also knew appearances are important.

"I thought you'd like something to eat. Is dinner like this every day, Mistr... Maria?"

I caught his gaffe but was satisfied that he had caught it in time. 

"Every day is different. Breakfast and lunch also. Eat too much though and you'll pay for it in the morning. I'm going to call Miss Lane and introduce you all." I whispered into Michael's ear, "Michael, she'll also be your Mistress and I expect you to treat her as such." 

I was quickly learning not to ask him anything unless absolutely necessary. It was much better to just tell him what I wanted and expect him to do or have it. 

"Alessa? I'd like to bring up Michael's family, when would it be convenient? You'll come down here? You don't have... all right; we're in the Wing 4 cafeteria. Thank you. She's coming down... wow! She's really being nice.

"When she gets here, be very careful with what you say. She controls this entire corporation... and I haven't explained what is happening to her yet.

"Michael, go get something to eat."

Just before a half-hour had passed, Alessa joined us with a tray of her own. 

I sadly noticed that she had just a salad and a small piece of steak. 'I'm going to have to talk with her... She's not eating enough again.'

We all stood up. "Miss Lane, may I introduce to you my friend, Michael Hunter? I will speak with you about him later tonight. This is his mother, Mrs. Melissa Hunter and his four sisters, Brianna, Melinda, Lizabeth and Brenda."

Alessa shook everyone's hands. She looked at Michael and told him to be very nice to me, joking that there were plenty of people around with guns. She noticed his reaction... almost that of a cowed dog.

While Alessa picked at her meal, I related almost everything that had happened during the day. I would wait until the privacy of the night to tell her the rest. 

When Alessa finished eating, she excused herself and left.

"Before Jim's death she was a very happy woman," I said as if that explained everything.

"I don't understand," said Hunter's mother.

"When the general and I were returning to San Diego, his plane crashed. The engines flamed out. The pilot came down badly bruised but the general's chute didn't open correctly and he came down very hard. From that height and speed, the ocean is almost like cement. He broke several ribs and went into a coma. 

"She was his executive assistant, similar to what I did for him with the military. She was sure they were going to get married but the mission came up and like me, he had no choice but to go. Alessa's under an incredible amount of pressure now. 

"She and I have to run the company, with everyone's help, of course and she has to deal with the fact that he's gone."

The table was silent. Slowly, we got up and returned to my apartment.

**********

Morning, Saturday, August 18th 

The previous evening had turned into a girls' night out. I told Michael's mother to use my old bedroom with the king size bed. I had left Michael in Alessa's apartment for his own good and told him to use the guest room. Throughout my apartment, air mattresses and bedding had been set up. During the night, I had learned more about Michael than I had during the three weeks we had known each other. 

I finally could understand how Alessa could fall in love with Jim so quickly. By the time I called an end to the evening I knew I was accepted as the dominant mistress by the young women and as a friend and sister. 

However, the morning as usual came early and although I didn't participate this time with the communal run into the mountains, I showed the family what it was like to live there. 

I turned Mike over to one of Mary Tybal's assistants to start his employment paperwork.

By eight in the morning, we had eaten and were on our way to the university. During the evening, we had discussed their interests, with Melinda to study for a Biology degree, Lizabeth wanted to study Pre-Law, and Brianna and Brenda deciding to study chemistry and business administration, respectively.

Stopping in nearby Santa Monica, I bought the sisters and the mother conservative business suits. For the morning's interview, however, I chose to wear my service uniform with every medal shining.

We reached the university with time to spare for the ten o'clock appointment. 

"Mrs. Hunter, girls, wait for me while I talk to the dean." She had wanted me to call her 'mother' or 'mom' or something like that but under the circumstances I not only felt it would be accepting what they had done to Michael but also somehow a sign of weakness. 




Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 26



"I will be back shortly." The four girls left the admissions center and waited outside by the steps, enjoying the slight ocean breeze blowing up the bluffs. 

"Mrs. Hunter, please wait here, I'll only be a few minutes." 

Ushered into the Dean of Admissions' office, I shook the dean's hand and sat down.

"Good morning, Colonel Paras. Your secretary indicated that you wished to enroll these young ladies into Loyola Marymount."

"Yes, sir, that is correct. My sisters have their community college transcripts available, but I think I would like them to start fresh from the beginning. Before, they were unable to finish at a four year institution because of finances, but that has changed."

I pulled a cashier's check from my purse and handed it to him across the desk. "I think this might be sufficient to cover their tuition for the four years."

The dean looked at the check, trying to count the zeros. "But, this is for two million dollars! Are you sure?"

"Yes, sir, I am. I think you should be able to use the excess for a good cause. I am sure that you have other worthwhile students who may have some problems raising their tuition... what's it now? Forty thousand plus room and board?"

The dean was still looking at the check. He realized a question had been asked. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear that."

I chuckled. Throw a little money at people and they don't know what to do.

"I said I'm sure you have other worthy students who need some financial help." 

The dean could only shake his head yes. 

"Well, then... here's another check for a million to help them out. I'll have a similar check each year for financial aid as long as they are enrolled. Here is my card so you can reach me. I also want a report each grading period. Are we in agreement?"

The dean could only nod his head. 

"Good, I'll bring in their mother." I went to the door and beckoned the woman into the dean's office.

"Dean Jonathil, this is Mrs. Hunter, the mother of the four girls. We're in luck. Dean Jonathil has been able to find a place their undergraduate work here."

The dean could just sit behind his desk and nod his head in agreement. He wouldn't have lasted two minutes in the Marines.

"Do you want them to live with you... or stay on campus? It's your call."

"How would we do that? I can't stay with you and Michael. You're going to be married and don't need a bunch of relatives getting in the way."

It was amusing that she still thought Michael and I were going to marry.

"Well... I was going to find you a house, if that's all right. If they stay with you, you're all going to need cars. If they stay here... well, I remember what it was like to live on a college campus... that might not be a good idea. Let's have them stay with you, at least for the first two years, OK?"

The old woman could only nod her head, I guess still wrapping her head around everything that had happened since Friday morning.

"Well, Dean, looks like we won't need any campus housing. Let's keep that in mind, though, for the future. 

"Yes, Colonel, we will. Is Monday too early for a meeting with the various counselors? I assure you that I will handle their registrations myself."

"Thank you. Can we make it next Tuesday? We have to find a house and some cars. Let's see this place."

For the next three hours, the dean personally escorted us throughout the university, spending time in the science buildings and the library. 

Finally bidding the dean goodbye, we headed back to the van. Rico, who had usually driven for Jim, sat on a bench under a shady eucalyptus tree. Seeing us approach, he immediately opened the van and started the air conditioning to cool off the vehicle.

"Where to now, Colonel?" asked Rico. "I hope it will be lunch; sitting around waiting always makes me hungry."

"Why, Rico... you know it's lunch time. Let's take them to the Warehouse. I know you like that place."

"Thank you, Colonel. Ladies, shall we go? Colonel?"

"Yes, Rico?"

"I... uh, I just wanted to say that when you're off duty, like now, you're a very enjoyable person. Thanks for letting me see this side of you, that's all."

That was a very unexpected compliment. I knew that many of the men considered me an 'ice queen' because of my brusque manner. To survive, sometimes you have to be a bitch or in this case, the dominant queen.

The van left the campus, turned north on Lincoln, drove past the Ballona wetlands and entered Marina del Rey's restaurant row. Soon, the Warehouse appeared on the left and Rico waited to make the turn. As usual, he handed the valet a fifty to go away and parked the van himself. After we left the van, he activated the military grade alarm.

Once again, Mrs. Hunter noticed Rico's .45 automatic on his belt. I saw her interest. 

"Mrs. Hunter, these days every time anyone leaves the property, we always have an armed bodyguard, sometimes two or three. The general always went with two and Alessa now always take four. That was the general's order before we left for the carrier and we are going to continue it."

"Why then do you only have one, dear?"

"Well, I wanted everyone in one van today. It's not that you aren't important, there are two of us." I opened my purse and next to my lipstick and Blackberry was a well used Colt 1911 .45 automatic. 

"And..." I said, "I'm very good." 

The girls in the back were suddenly quiet. It finally was clear to Mrs. Hunter that her family's lives were forever changed by knowing me. If the morning was any indication, it was the opportunity to leave the deadly legacy of a small coal town life behind and I could tell the girls weren't going to waste the opportunity.

"Table for?"

"Seven, please. Do you have an outdoor table?" asked Brianna. Seeing Maria in her Marine tan uniform and Rico obviously carrying a gun under his windbreaker, the waiter hurried to get a table for them.

"I think Rico scared him," giggled Lizabeth. "I think Rico is cute."

"Calm down, Lizabeth. He's married and they're having a baby in two months."

"Sorry." Lizabeth tried to look admonished but she was still smiling when she sat down. "Look at all the boats!"

The waiter brought the menus, told his assistant to bring water and bread and stood back, giving them time to look over the selections.

The Hunters were overwhelmed by the different dishes. Rico, on the other hand, knew exactly what he wanted. He had enjoyed driving for the 'top three' as he called us, the general, Miss Alessa and me. He always got something good to eat.

The waiter returned, took their drink orders and beat a hasty retreat. 

"I think he's afraid of us," said Brenda. Melinda didn't say anything, preferring to watch and learn. "What are you having, Maria?" Brenda continued. Melinda thought that sometimes Brenda liked to hear herself talk.

"I used to get the halibut, but it doesn't seem to be available anymore. Anyone have a peanut allergy? No? Good. Let's have the Hawaiian Mahi Mahi, baked potato, tomato-mozzarella salad, and the calamari. Rico?"

"Yes, Colonel, I couldn't have said it better myself. I'll take care of it." He got up and searched out the waiter. 

Rico returned with the waiter bringing drinks. He quickly gave the waiter the order, smiled and pushed a fifty-dollar bill into the waiter's shirt pocket and patted him on the shoulder. It was a scene straight out of the 'Godfather' and it was all I could do to not laugh.

I held my hands out to the others, bowed my head and thanked God for what we have and what we could do for others. Mrs. Hunter was seeing a gentler side to the hardened Marine officer that was my outward persona. 

Five minutes later, our salads arrived, followed shortly by three orders of calamari. By the time the appetizers were finished, the entrees were served. The girls just stared at the gigantic baked potatoes. 

"Time to eat... we can't sit here all day, girls, we have shopping to do, a house to find and cars to buy. That reminds me..." 

I pulled out my new Blackberry and called Southern California Homes, another of Jim's ventures with his staff. This one was shared with everyone and the high price of real estate in Southern California had brought in a tremendous amount of money.

"Kimberly? It's Colonel Paras... are you free Monday? I need to find a house, somewhere near Loyola U. in Westchester... between Manchester and Lincoln, close enough so that they could walk if they had to. Good, we'll meet you then." 

I put the Blackberry back in my purse. The Hunter girls were looking at me. "What? I told your mother we were going to find a house... you can't live with me forever sleeping on the floor. What would people say? After we finish here, we need to look at some Chevys."

An hour later, we pulled into the Chevrolet dealership we always bought from. 

The girls enthusiastically ran into the showroom looking at each model on display. Two salesmen quickly descended up them and started to size them up. When they saw me, the girls' mother and lastly Rico, they backed off to the windows. I think it was Rico that really scared them off.

The sisters walked along, looking at a line of cars near the sidewalk, ignoring the speeding cars as they looked at the different colors the cars came in. 

"Sisters, come here, please. You're all getting a new Malibu... I expect you all to study as hard as you can. No excuses. They will all be the same except for color, so take a good look at the different colors out here and choose what you would like. Take your time. I'll be sitting over there. Rico, keep an eye on them, will you? I know you're supposed to stay with me, but I think we're good here... and I'm armed."

The general manager walked out of his office. "Colonel, how nice to see you. It's been a while since you've bought all those SUVs from us. What can I do for you today?"

There was no point in correcting him so I just came to the point. "We're here today to buy six cars... four Malibu LTs and a 'Vette, for sure; I don't know what the mother will want. I'm paying so don't bill the Corporation, just send it to me in care of. 

I waved Mrs. Hunter to the table. "Let's see what you have in stock or if we have to order."

As we sat together at the patio table under a large umbrella, the two salesmen brought out six-packs of Seven-Up, large bags of chips and tubs of dip. 

"Well, what do you want? The girls need a good car and these Malibus are it. I was thinking an SUV, that way you could drive all the girls around if you wanted. Or, would you like a driver? I can arrange that if you like."

The woman sat there. "Everything is happening so fast! Maria, you have been so kind to us. You don't have to do any of this. I don't know what to say."

I opened a can of soda and offered it to the woman. Mrs. Hunter shakily took the can and set it down. I opened another and took a deep drink. "You said that I'm family..." 'and now I've got to fix your mess.' This is what I can do for you and your daughters. I love your son."

'Why not make her think everything is fine, one less problem out of the way.' "God willing, we are going to be married and have lots of babies and... look, I understand that it's a lot in such a short time, but I'm on a deadline here. Next Monday, I'm back on duty and won't have the time. I have to do it now. Don't be embarrassed, please. I hope someday you will love me as your own. Please?" 'Yeah, like that was going to happen.

"Well," she said, "I guess we could look at some SUVs." 

'Don't make me bend your arm, you old...'

She stood up, grabbed her soda and waved at one of the salesmen leaning against the wall. The man hurried over, pleased with the opportunity to make a sale.

After explaining what we wanted, he led us out a side door to three SUVs which had just been washed. "I think you'd like any of these. They are the three models available right now."

Meanwhile, the four girls were jumping up and down in excitement, trying to hug me.

'Enjoy it now; God help you if you screw up this one chance to change your lives.'

Michael's mother was overjoyed but just kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "Thank you." I would remember to wash my face when we got back to Malibu.

Each girl had chosen a different color, while their mother stayed with a sedate silver-gray. The six cars were to be delivered to the new house, as soon as we knew where it was. I wanted to surprise Michael with the black 'Vette sometime in the future when I figured out exactly what I was going to do with him.

'I've never felt this up! I feel good! I guess I became jaded, living with Jim in Malibu. These people have opened my eyes to where I came from and how hard it is for most people. I know Jim gave millions each year to charity... I'm going to have to be a little more generous. Better set aside some money for retirement, though! And some babies! Babies? I'm wondering if that would ever happen. My clock was ticking even faster now that Michael didn't seem up the job.'

"Maria, God bless you. You can marry him right now... Girls! Girls!" 

Yeah, like that's going to happen anytime soon... if ever.

I watched her bound away, wondering where the energy was coming from. I felt exhausted. 

Through my own doing, I had reached out and changed my life. 'Oh, my God! I forgot about Alessa. That poor woman... I have to do something for her, but I don't know what. Well, today's been expensive... Three and a quarter million dollars! Oh, well, it was just sitting there anyways. I'll set aside twenty. Monday will probably be another million for the house. The girls are good people buried down inside somewhere, I hope... they're... they're some kind of family, now. I wonder how Michael's doing. Talking to him now will just spill the beans. He'll hold 'till I get home.'

I motioned Rico over. "Rico, can we go home now? I'm tired."

"Yes, Colonel, right away. I'll get the van ready. Give me five minutes." 

*

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Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 27



Chapter 26

Never sleeping alone again...

Evening, Thursday, August 16th

Crowell Complex Medical Center, Malibu

Alessa....

As I had every evening since my Jimmy was home, I sat down next to his bed and opened my King James Bible while the nurses took a break for dinner. Even though there had been no discernable response, I continued to read and pray for him each night as I had done for more than two weeks and vowed to continue until he came back to me. 

On the floor was my seemingly perpetual bag of Oreos... my new constant companion. Even though I should have known better, I became addicted to them this last month. Much to my continuing frustration, I was gaining weight. Whether it was from my great depression or my ability to just have whatever I wanted for a change, I didn't know.

What I did know was what the doctor had told me this morning.

I thought back to a month ago when we had met for the first time in Kevin's office. All I had worried about that day was how nice my ass looked in my skirt. That I was so naïve was now amazing to me. 

How my life had changed for the... for the what? I had ridden an emotional high falling in love with him and fallen to the depths of hell now, waiting, hoping, wondering if he would ever wake up and return to our baby and me.

Discovering I was pregnant should have been the shock of my life. As much as he said he loved me and we were going to be married, all I had was a diamond ring on my finger, an unfulfilled promise and no marriage ceremony.

If he doesn't come back, then what? Single motherhood seemed to be the curse in my family and now, after all those years of being 'good', I, too, had become pregnant and unmarried.

I should not have been surprised. It was bound to happen; neither of us took any precautions during our wild days together. Even if I had started on the pill the day before I met him, it wouldn't have helped and the feeling I experienced when he drenched me with his hot, life-giving semen was unbelievably so good.

I put my hand on my stomach, rubbing gently where I thought the baby was but even I knew enough about babies to comprehend that there was nothing much to touch then.

Being pregnant explained my dizziness and nausea that had bothered me for days. It also explained my weight gain, which although small, had confused me since I had been following all the diet and exercise regimens that were given me by the doctor when I first arrived... except for my wonderful Oreos.

As much as I thought I wanted this baby, the idea of my body moving away from what Jimmy had said was such a fine piece of God's handicraft was selfishly disturbing. If Jimmy came out of his coma, it would still be a year before I could reasonably expect to look like I did right now, if I ever did at all.

I wondered what it would feel like, having a baby move around inside me as my stomach grew and stretched to accommodate it. Other women who have let me touch them... it was the tight firmness of skin that I remember the most. 

The ones who really wanted their babies told me that it was the most wonderful thing they've ever felt and would rub their tummies and talk and sing to their unborn children. If it was true, I hoped that was how I would feel over the next eight months.

I became afraid that I would be one of those women who ballooned out after having a child and never returned to their pre-pregnancy looks.

As soon as I thought it, I was ashamed that I could be so shallow. I think it had to do with the fact that I was terrified having this baby without him.

In answer to my thoughts, I reached down to the Oreos and without hesitation put two of them straight into my mouth, crunching through the small chocolate cookies and into the creaming white filling as my tongue moved them around to touch my taste buds.

I knew I had to stop eating them, so full of empty calories... but I couldn't... I needed someone to save me from myself.

What had I ever done to deserve this life, I didn't know. My only hope now was to continue praying. I had become conscious of the ironic fact that I prayed from the Catholic traditions while I had grown up Baptist. When Maria had shown me the beauty of her ancient customs, I became entranced with their wonderful expressions of love toward God and at one time considered converting.

Now, I had two persons to pray for, gently imploring God that everything would turn out well.

Each evening, I began with Genesis and read until I was tired and finally had to sleep, sometimes waking up slouched in the chair as morning arrived with a sore back.

"In the beginning, God created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form and void; and darkness was upon the face of the..."

To my great astonishment, Jimmy moaned, slowly opening one eye and then the other. He seemed to carefully look around the room, as if wondering where he was and why his head hurt so much. Trying to sit up was too much for him and he sank back against the pillows.

My heartbeat went into both panic and joy. Jimmy had come back to me!

"You're awake! You're awake, thank God, you're awake!" I began hugging him and covering his face with kisses. "Oh, Jimmy, thank God! Oh, Jimmy, I love you." 

I knelt down on the cold pale-green tiled floor and as Maria had taught me, carefully made the 'Sign of the Cross' and began praying to God, praising Him for His gift to me. That night, though, "Oh, God... oh, God... oh, God..." was all I could really say.

I put my head down on the side of the bed and held it there on the light-blue blanket, tears streaming down my face and taking his left hand between mine, kissing it, holding it tightly to my face for at that moment he was the most important person in my life.

"Jimmy," I whispered, "you're going to be a father. Oh, Jimmy..."

Two nurses, drawn in by my screams, came rushing in and gently pulled me away from the bed. One pushed a button above the hospital bed, summoning Doctor Riner. The other began observing Jimmy's vital signs downloading into her laptop.

**********

2 a.m., Friday morning, August 17th 

Crowell Complex, Intelligence Wing, Malibu

Maria....

I was in the middle of a vexing problem I knew Jim would have just looked at and solved. As smart as I might have been, trying to be him without his incredible mind was next to impossible.

On my desktop was a bowl of M&M peanut candies. As a child, I used to eat them by color so that the bowl changed it's 'personality' as I continued to scarf them down. It was a funny habit that I still was doing thirty years later. 

When I was especially frustrated, I found myself crunching them down like water. Between the sugar rush and the nagging worry for Jim and Alessa, I was exhausted and felt useless.

Tapping my pencil erratically against the desk blotter when my Blackberry buzzed; from the little song it played I knew it was Alessa. 

I looked at it with a great deal of fear and foreboding. Alessa never called me during the day; it was our unspoken agreement made when we brought Jim back from Hawaii. 

I stared at the phone as it kept buzzing relentlessly. Mary, Mother of God, it had to be about Jim. My trembling hand slowly reached for the phone as I began silently praying.

"Alessa?" I asked, slowly. Whatever it was, it was either very good or very bad.

"I need you, now... Maria, please come."

I stared at the phone, feeling the extreme tension in her voice and knowing in the depths of my soul that I didn't want to know the reason for the call.

"Uh, Major... hold down the fort, I've got to go back to the main building... something's come up. Have Louise prepare a list of five aides to choose from for these trips... don't tell her why, just that I want the best we have. I'll let you know when I'm coming back. Oh, and call... never mind, I... never mind."

I made the lonely walk over to the main building knowing what the call was about and yet not wanting to know, refusing to know.

Taking the elevator up four floors to the medical clinic, I entered the room to find Alessa kneeling on the floor next to Jim's bed, her head resting on the blanket face down. She had not stopped crying since she made the call and the linens were soaked with her tears.

When I had put my hand on Alessa's shoulder, Alessa put hers over it. It was enough. We had moved past the foolish rivalry that had darkened our relationship realizing we had to stand together in order to live on.

The room never looked so empty and sterile yet it still had hissing and beeping medical equipment running and the screens showing Jim's heart and lungs working with assistance but the most important lines were flat. 

While his body still remained and assisted by machines, his blood still flowed and his lungs still breathed, the magnificent bright spark that was him had left both of us, to go where?

Where do we go when we die? That simple question had plagued humanity since the first man looked up into the sky and became aware of his own fragile existence. If you believe in heaven, you have to believe in hell, and Alessa and I were trapped in our own private hell already.

General James Crowell, USMC, holder of the Congressional Medal of Honor, genuine American hero who had helped save both Hawaii and the southwestern half of the United States from total destruction, generous philanthropist and most importantly, lover of three different women in three different yet equally important ways, was gone from us forever. 

I was sick to my stomach. As much as I had been angry with him toward the last days we had together, in the end, I realized that he had loved and respected me, just not in the physical and emotional way I wanted, I needed. 

I knew his actions, directly or indirectly, had pushed me down the sad path toward Michael Hunter, my everlasting disappointment for a possible husband. 

Yet, now that Jim was dead, I no longer held any animosity toward him. All now so very permanently in the past, I vowed whatever unhappiness I had with him would be locked away in some dark part of my soul never to be visited again. 

I still loved him.

"Alessa... are you..." I stopped. Asking if she's all right is the damn stupidest thing people can ever say. Of course, not, and neither was I. Who would dare to console me?

Alessa would. Only she understood my feelings for her lover and only she could give me any comfort.

"I'm sorry, Maria... I know how much he had meant to you. I don't want anyone to know, just not yet. There are things... things that have to be done first. Would you please pray with me for a while? I feel so all alone... all my dreams have been shattered. Now, all I have is you."

I didn't answer but knelt down with the grieving woman and holding hands, we began to pray the Catholic Prayer for the Dead. 

"Maria?" she said, squeezing my hand so hard it actually hurt.

"What, Alessa?" What was going on in her mind?

"Maria, I'm going to have his baby."

Ah, Jesus Christ! Now, this! Whatever problems waiting for me back in my office could wait... they could wait forever as far as I was concerned, my only concern, strangely enough, was Alessa.

"Hey, Soul Sister, I'm here for you... don't worry, we'll get through this together."

I gently kissed her on the lips.

Of course, now, I realize that everything that has ever happened since the beginning of time inexorably led to Alessa and me becoming lovers.

That night was the last night we slept apart.

*

 Copyright @ calibeachgirl

All rights reserved, 2010



Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 28



Chapter 28

A man can love three women, can't he?

 Monday, August 29th 

Kevin Sales' office, Crowell Corporation

Reading of the will...

Kevin....

I remember the last time I saw Jim alive. It had been a beautiful day and we were going to change his will to reflect the current situation at the Corporation.

By the time my family and I had moved in from San Francisco, he and Maria had already left for Hawaii.

I had flown down earlier in the day and by the time Alessa had gone to the dining room for some lunch, Jim was meeting with me. 

There were a large number of papers scattered on every flat surface of Jim's office. We were sitting on the floor, matching papers and separating them into various piles according to some plan that only the two of us seemed to understand.

In the background, 'California Girls' was playing; he had a fixation when it came to 60s music and the Beach Boys in particular. After another hour, we finally finished the last set of papers and dropped them on the huge piles facing us. 

"My back is killing me..." Jim pulled out his Blackberry and called Tybal, Alessa's secretary. "Mary, please get Louise and come to my office with your laptops. Have you had lunch yet? OK... then call some lunch and you can eat it here." 

I looked at the different piles of colored papers. "As before, most of your individual bequests are to the people working for you, the charitable organizations that you have established with trust funding, of the remaining 39 billion dollars, about 66 percent going directly to Alessa, 20 percent to Maria Paras and the rest split evenly between Tyler and Tunturin with 7 percent each. Each stack is for each group.

Have you ever told any of them what has been in your will?"

"No, Kevin, you're the executor... that's always been your problem." He gave a faint smile, the back pain from some long forgotten battle still bothered him, but he was trying to stay off the prescribed painkillers that made his head 'fuzzy.'

**********

The four of us sat on the floor looking at the stacks of paper spread around the room. Jim and I were eating and sometimes pointing at different piles. The women sat against the wall, laptops on the floor, sandwiches in their hands as I indicated what Jim wanted done. 

I looked over and Jim nodded his agreement. 

"Ladies, Jim, in recognition of your tremendous loyalty and hard work, has set aside seven percent of the business for each of you in the event of his death. We wanted to get that out of the way. At some point, that amount will be transferred to you both, but we're not sure yet when. In case you're guessing, that amounts to about, at current valuation, 2.5 billion dollars each."

Mary spilled her drink onto her skirt and didn't even notice she was in such shock at the amount. The two women could only stammer their appreciation for his unbelievable gesture.

"A version of this will has been in effect since the second week Alessa came here and today is just a formality to tie up some loose ends. I had planned on giving each of you a copy at Christmas time but as you know, things have changed dramatically between all of us since then."

Once lunch was finished, we left the women to retype the will's sections and said we would be back when they were finished. 

**********

"Jim, you are a most generous man. I've known Alessa for a long time and I knew that day you took her away was the best thing that could have happened. If you don't mind, why the change in plans?"

Jim looked around and satisfied no one was within easy listening, said, "We're going to be married at Christmas in Hawaii. But, I want things squared away just in case something happens to me again in the meantime."

"Fair enough. Congratulations."

We took the elevator up to the residential top floor.

"I've been thinking. How much of your time is taken up with my account?"

"Well, to be honest," I said, "you're my only responsibility with the firm. I've wanted to leave them for the way they treated Alessa but the economy has made that difficult."

"How would you like to go independent, so to speak, move down here, and be our in-house legal? You know how we've set up things here. Your living situation would be taken care of, there would be no cut for the firm for your work and I think your wife and children might like a warmer climate... or, is she enamored with the idea of living in San Francisco?"

"Actually, after that last earthquake, she's been hinting about moving from there."

"Uh, you know there are earthquakes down here, also, right?"

"Let me call her now, if I may? It will just be a moment or two, I hope." I hit my wife's speed dial number and in moments was connected with her 400 miles to the north. A very rapid conversation between us ensued.

"She wants to know how big the apartment here would be."

"Here, let me talk to her. Hello, Mrs. Sales, Jim Crowell here. How are you, ma'am? Yes, I know that San Francisco weather this time of year. What's that? Of course, I will have him send you the photos in just a moment. Excuse me. Kevin, this thing sends photos, right?"

"Yes." I was already anticipating moving south, I could just taste it.

"Good, let's show your wife what your new home would look like. Mrs. Sales? We'll call you right back on my phone, we're going upstairs to your new home. Yes, ma'am, I am pretty sure."

We kept up an animated conversation of Dodgers vs. Giants as we walked along the hallway. Halfway down the west corridor, we stopped. While I had called my wife back, Jim had made a call of his own and by the time we had reached the apartment, it had been opened and the lights turned on. Although there was no furniture, the rooms said 'home'. 

"Hello, Mrs. Sales? Hi, it's me, again. Yes, your husband is going to start sending photos to your computer, is that right? Good. I'll answer any questions you might have with each room. 

"What's the square footage? Well, it is a little small but you don't have to worry about cooking unless you want to with the kitchenette and you don't have to do any laundry. What's that? I've sold you already! You are pretty funny, ma'am. 

"Call you Louise? Why, thank you, Louise. To answer your question, though, the square footage here is just a shade over 2000 square feet. It's twice what you have now? Well, that's San Francisco for you. 

"Are the photos coming over? Great! What do you think? 

"Schools? Well, ma'am, I mean, Louise, we do our schooling in house, here. We're a bit out of town and this way we don't worry about our children. How many? I think there are about a hundred children, spread over the 12 grades, as well as daycare for those that need it.

"We have our own staff for that and the high school age children have access to the finest programs available. And, as you can imagine, the teacher-student ratio is, if I remember correctly, about five or six to one and the field trips are pretty special. 

"Yes, ma'am. The children move at their own rate, with a gentle push to keep them on track and on schedule. Given our programs, the children are their own best motivator, and we have the older students working with the younger ones an hour a day. Keeps them grounded.

"Special needs? Yes, Louise. We have several children and their parents have been quite happy with their success. Everyone works together here. Is that a concern for you? I see. On that matter, you will have nothing to worry about.

"Yes, I guess you could say it's almost like a family, but everyone can move on whenever they want. We've only lost three people since building here... Yes, it had to do with taking care of parents on the east coast, and the old folks just wouldn't leave to come here. We were very sorry to see them leave, but they know they can come back if they wish someday. 

"They don't know it yet, but we've set up trust funds for any children they might have in the future. Your husband is the one who set it up. Yes, ma'am... I mean, Louise. Every child here... Yes, that's right. So, are you coming south? 

"You wish to speak with him... Yes, I'll tell him. Just a minute, please. Here, she wants to speak with you."

He handed me the phone and left to give me some privacy.

"No, you're not dreaming. Yes, our own exclusive contract. From what I figure, about three times what we're doing now, plus no cost housing and food and schooling. You want me to ask? I don't know if that's a good idea. Look, you've got to see this place to believe it, I've been here about ten times and it still amazes me. 

"I'll tell him. Do you want to sell the place or try and rent it out? How sure am I? In all the years I've known him, he's never, ever backed down from his word, or done anything that I know of that even hints... Yes, I'll tell him.

"What's that? A pony? Louise, you've got to be kidding me! All right, all right, I'll ask, but... this better not screw up the deal, Louise. Wait a minute."

I walked to the doorway and looked for Jim. Jim was a ways down the hallway, talking to the woman in charge of the floor. I approached them, waiting for their conversation to finish. Jim glanced over.

In deference to custom, I knew to call Jim 'Colonel' when not in private.

"Excuse me, Colonel... uh, well, sir... my daughter wants to know if she can have a pony."

Jim looked at me... I felt embarrassed. Jim leaned against the wall, laughing so hard his face turned red. 

"All this and it depends on a pony? Oh, that's rich! You tell your daughter, what's her name? How old is she?"

"Susan... she's ten." I was sure the offer was being politely retracted.

"Well, you tell Susan that when she gets here, we'll find her the best pony there ever was. Kevin, we have our own stables as part of the children's education. A pony! That's rich.

"Well, it could have been worse; she might have wanted a Porsche... that would have been too bad, we only buy American here." 

He slowly slid down the wall to sit on the floor, laughing. "Kevin?"

"Yes, Colonel?"

"We're good. Glad to have you and your family joining us. Make arrangements with Mrs. Lecky, here, about moving in. We'll have our own crew do the moving.

But, first we have to take care of why you came here to begin with."

When I finished talking to my wife, I gave the phone back and Jim speed-dialed Alessa. 

"Alessa, dear, there's some business that can't wait... yes, I love you, too. Say, your office, in ten minutes? Is that good? Great. I'll see you then."

"C'mon, let's go make a woman feel special."

********

Before I could move to Jim's office, Maria had a security team come in and remove everything relating to the military side of the business. I now occupied the space that only weeks before belonged to one of the brightest minds in American intelligence.

I had called Alessa and told her that I was ready whenever it was convenient for Maria and her to come and hear the reading of the will. The two women shuffled into the room and sat together on the couch. On two other chairs were the two personal assistants, Mary Tybal and Louise Tunturin.

I passed out copies of the will to each woman and closed the door. "I never expected to be here with you ladies for an occasion such as this. On a personal note, I am devastated. Whatever his faults were, Jim was one of the finest men I've ever known.

"Before we start with the will, his instructions to me were quite specific. So, please close your eyes and please get as comfortable as you are able under the circumstances."

The room was filled with the opening chords of "California Girls" by the Beach Boys. As sad as the women were, they eventually were tapping their fingers and moving their heads back and forth with the music. When the song was over, I told them they could open their eyes again.

"I have a DVD that I am to play, now." I nodded to Louise and she turned on the player. Across the room the flatscreen came alive and each woman saw Jim looking at her, alive once more through the magic of technology.

"Well, ladies... if you are seeing this, I am sorry to say that I am no longer with you. I don't know how it happened but I can only hope that it was for something worthwhile and not some useless accident that has taken me from all of you.

"I hope that when you think of me it will be with a smile. I hope that you are a little sad that I'm gone but, please, remember whatever good times we had together.

"I would like to speak with Mary and Louise first. Ladies, you are the best. I could have done nothing without your knowledge and guidance and I want you to know that I have not forgotten that. To each of you, I am bequeathing seven percent of the corporation as we had discussed back when Kevin and I changed everything and you typed it up. At the time of this recording, that amounts to about two and one-third billion dollars each. 

"I trust that Kevin will work his best to avoid every tax he can for both of you. Thank you for all you've done and I hope that you will continue with Alessa and Maria. 

"Now, I'm going to ask you to leave so I can talk privately with Alessa and Maria."

I stopped the video and waited for the two women to leave and close the door behind them. Satisfied, I started it again.

"Alessa, Maria... as you know, I was once in love with a woman named Miriam Gyler and she was taken away from me. I carried that pain for a long while and it colored my outlook on life. 

"I know that caused you, Maria, a good deal of emotional pain and I can only hope that you are able to see this video and can forgive me for what I've done to you.

"Maria... I do love you, more than you can ever imagine."

She inhaled sharply and began to cry. Alessa pulled her head onto her own shoulder and held her tightly.

"I am so sorry but I was a goddamned idiot and stupidly let the damned military regulations control my life and I was never able to tell you. Can a man love more than woman? I do... I fell in love with you that night in Iran when we were running for our lives to evac out. I was impressed by your courage and brilliant mind and excited by your beauty.

"I hope that Alessa is there with you... and Alessa, please don't take this the wrong way, I so love you, too, but I have shamed myself with the way I treated Maria. 

I hope that you two will be friends for life.

"Maria... I wish I could have married you, just like I wish I could have married Miriam and I wish I could have married Alessa. I know that you loved me and that made my life all that much harder. I know I could have left the military but I was brought up believing in America... not the America that is, but the America that could be... one that your children could grow up to be the best they could be in safety and love. I wish they could have been our children. As strange as this sounds, I loved you too much not to do any less than that.

"Please forgive me. I always loved you, Maria and I always will."

I had to stop the video. The woman was crying too much to continue. Alessa motioned for the tissue box and indicated that I should leave the room. As I left the room I saw her holding the sobbing woman on the couch. 

What seemed an eternity but only about fifteen minutes had passed by.

Alessa called for me to come back in. I questioned whether I should continue and Alessa told me to play the rest, no matter what.

"Maria, do you want to continue or wait until later, tomorrow, maybe?"

"No... I'm sorry. We need to finish and put this behind us... besides, he hasn't really talked to you yet and that wouldn't be fair."

When both women were a little calmer, the video played again.

"Maria, I know that money is a very impersonal gift but God knows that's all I can give you now. Maria... I am leaving you with twenty percent of the corporation. I figure that should work out to about eight billion. I hope that you will work together with Alessa to keep everything going. You are very good at what you do and I am proud that I had something to do with it and sad that I will not be with you to see what else you can do."

The poor woman sat there in shock. Eight billion dollars... I saw that she could not grasp that amount. Although she had worked with those types of numbers before, money like that for her was just too unbelievable. She held Alessa's hand so tightly that Alessa had to tap her arm to loosen her grip.

"Alessa... what can I say. I know we didn't get married or you would have been seeing a much different video play out. I fully intended to marry you when I got back from this mission that Maria and I are going on. Something must have happened. I only hope that Maria was not hurt and is sitting there next to you.

"Alessa, darling... As much as I loved Miriam and Maria, I loved you. From that luncheon date on the Wharf, I fell in love with you. You are the remaining piece of my life's great loves. I..."

On the video, Jim began to cry. "I so wanted to live and love you for the rest of our lives. Kevin has some personal things that I was going to give you. I was going to ask you to marry me and we were going to do it on Christmas Eve in Hawaii... I've always liked Hawaii."

Both women began to cry at that point... and it was Maria's turn to comfort her friend for the great loss they both suffered but Alessa most of all.

"I'm pregnant." 

*

 Copyright @ calibeachgirl

All rights reserved, 2010



Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 29



Chapter 29

...What have you got to say for yourself?

Saturday, September 1st 

Villa of General Paolo Vincenzi, USMC (ret), Southern Italy

Paolo...

I was sitting in the shade of the villa's vine-covered patio, nervously drumming my fingers on the table. Keeping twenty-five year old Marisella with my family was continuing to cause problems. Even with my reputation, the village's women constantly scorned and humiliated her and the men followed her around like wild dogs on the scent.

I had to get her out of Italy and to somewhere safer for her own sake. She would need some place to live and even with money from home and her own personal bodyguard, I knew the outside world could snatch her up and swallow her whole.

Deep in my broken heart, I recognized I was completely responsible since I had asked her to come and help Angelina with the two girls. After my first wife had died, I returned to Italy and married a beautiful, young woman thirty years younger. I saw a lush, classic southern Italian beauty and she saw a good life with no wants, or so I thought.

We had two children soon after.

In the back of my mind there was the evil knowledge the girls weren't mine, neither of them resembled me or Angelina, for that matter. I uneasily accepted that fact, realizing that I only occasionally was physically able to perform in the bedroom and a quick check of the calendar proved me correct.

My Angelina had a lover, possibly several. It was my own fault. I should have never married such a young woman who had desires that I couldn't satisfy. Was I foolish enough to think that she would live like a nun the whole time?

I had once considered killing her and her lovers but I was unable to discover who they might be so eventually I gave up the search but not the thought. Possibly, I really didn't want to know who it could be. I don't know. I know why she would betray me in such an intimate manner but it still crushed my self-esteem and my heart.

As long as she treated me with respect and lived with me in a loving manner, I had decided to live with it... or, so I had thought. 

One morning two weeks ago, sadly, I was going to Rome to arrange the selling of next year's grape harvest when I realized I had left my cell phone back at the villa. It took me almost an hour to return and I parked the car on the approach so that I could leave easily.

Thinking that I had most likely left it in my office or bedroom I went upstairs and then heard the unmistakable sounds of my wife, someone else and the bed creaking harder than it had when we were together.

I so carefully opened the door to see my Angelina fouling our bed with Tomaso, that bastard. He was putting it up her ass, something that she had never allowed me to do. Obviously, she was enjoying it, the bitch, for her moans increased as he continued to pound into her. I saw him stiffen and gasp as he held her hips tightly to him and then shake two or three times.

I backed out of the room; they hadn't even noticed which was fine with me.

With Marisella, Christine and the two girls out of the way, I would be free to take care of Angelina, one way or the other.

Poor Marisella had only been with us three days when it happened.

For the last six years, she had been with my family, no longer sleeping around all of southern Italy. 

Living in my house, even with her needs seen to by my staff, she felt sometimes as if her life was unreal and part of a very long sad dream.

The doctors had said that erratic sexual behavior often occurred following violent abuse. For my niece's own good, it was time to go. A new start somewhere else...

So, two months ago, I made the call, hoping the time difference between Italy and California would not be an inconvenience to my friend.

**********

"Bona sera, Giacomo ... it's me, Paolo. Ho un favore enorme per chiedere di lei. {I have a huge favor to ask of you}."

"Sì, Generale. Che posso fare, è il vostro. {Yes, General, whatever I can do, it is yours.}"

Jim listened as I described what I hoped to do. He interrupted me a few times, asking enough questions so that there would be no misunderstandings.

"I can take care of this for you in a few weeks, say, at the beginning of September... have her dress conservatively... a dark blue business suit should do it... oh, and have her hair done up, you know, like you see those librarians have it so that she doesn't attract attention... she will be accompanied, naturally? 

Don't worry, amico mio... after all that you have done for me... this is a pleasure for me. Let me know if there are any changes. Ciao."

**********

Finally, after several hours just staring out at the workers harvesting the hillside vineyard, I turned to my younger daughter playing with her coloring book and told her to send Marisella out to the patio. I loved that little girl, mine or not. 

With the warm Mediterranean sun, I was spending most of my time outdoors these days, although today seemed much hotter than usual. Maybe that had to do with what I was going to say to my niece. Within minutes, the young woman humbly approached me.

"Si, Zio Paolo? Che cosa?"

"Sit down... please; remember that I want you to use English as much as possible. I have a... a situation that I want to speak to you about, and want to know how you would feel about it. 

"I know that living here has been extremely uncomfortable. I have arranged for you to go to America and stay with my best friend, Colonel Jim Crowell, that is, if you wish to do so."

Marisella....

"What do you want me to do there? ...College? ...A job?" 'Thank God, I can finally leave this wretched place... America!'

"Why, I expect you to become his lover and then his wife."

"What?!!!" 'What the hell! He's got to be joking!' I angrily jumped up from the chair and turned to leave.

"Marisella, please sit back down and hear me out. When those evil men took you, I didn't have the ability to get you back by myself. The Italian police were useless against the Mafia.

"I had to call my friend for help. He came immediately with ten men, men who were Marines and Navy Seals and they discovered where you all were, but not in time to stop the horrors they did against you. 

"I am sorry for that, it breaks my heart, and I have never forgiven myself for that. 

"He had personally brought the ransom that they wanted. As you know, while we're very comfortable here, I don't have that kind of money. That money, along with American technology, was used to find where they were holding all of you.

"That night, the Americans moved against those evil ones. There was a terrible fire, I don't know, it might have been an accident. 

"When he realized that you were still in the building, he ran back into the flames and found you, wrapped you in a Kevlar blanket and gave you his helmet. While leaving, he was severally wounded, twice in the leg and one that grazed his head by the exploding ammunition in the fire.

"When you were safely handed off to the medics, he collapsed. He had a serious concussion from the bullet wound, and while shielding you from the blast, he took the force of the explosion. 

"Unconscious for three weeks, upon waking, he remembered nothing that had taken place. It turns out that concussions, serious enough, can cause amnesia of recent events. 

"Today, he still walks with a slight limp."

"What happened to the money?" It was a stupid question but the only one that came to mind.

"All the money was lost, destroyed, burnt. Later, when he learned that everyone was safe but the money was lost, he said 'don't worry about it, it's all good'.

"My wife and children are alive because of him. You... you are alive because of him. I want you to have a good life with him; you deserve that, at least."

I looked at my uncle with amazement. After staying with his family all this time, this was the first time he had asked anything from me... and yet, it was a huge, uncomfortable, unbelievable request, even if it meant going to America.

"I had hoped to leave that life behind, Zio Paolo. What you ask..." 'Does he expect me to be some wealthy man's mistress, a putana again? I can't believe it.' 

I began crying, tears falling down my face. He turned his head, unwilling or unable to face me. 

Paolo....

My mind was working fast. Was she willing to fulfill my request? Damn it, I knew this is all wrong but I have to get them out of here. My plan for Angelina was falling into place and I didn't want them involved.

"My friend is a man of the greatest honor. He was engaged to be married and the girl was killed a few days before the wedding in a horrible auto accident... drunk driver, only got four years.

"As I said, his work, his lifestyle, his sadness... no opportunity for love and a family. 

"Credo che questo sarebbe la buona fortuna per lei... e lui. {I think that this would be good fortune for you... and him.} Remember, he does not remember anything from that night, and, selfishly I have kept it that way. He will not know who you are, other than you are a relative of mine."

Marisella....

'If I stay here, my life will continue to be miserable. I love this family, yet I am unable to do anything outside the villa. Everywhere I go; the people look at me as if I were a leper, a putana. It wasn't my fault. There is no charity here. I have to leave; I can't live here any longer. This is my chance.'

He began to stand up, but I spoke, heartbroken that my life could be anything other than what he wished, for me to whore myself out once again, so softly that he had to listen carefully to what I was saying. 

"I will do as you ask... you have done so much for me and although the doctors explained why I did everything to be disgraceful and unworthy of any respect, your family supported me and got me the help I needed.

"You say that this man is honorable and while I find the situation so very... uncomfortable, I will do this for you. I am grateful that I can be of service to the family, and... him."

I looked at Zio Paolo, hoping for some response but all he did was fold his hands under his chin.

"When the psychologists explained to us why you were acting as you were, we did everything we could to help you out of your depression.

"Unfortunately, the people around here are more 'unforgiving' than would be expected, even though Padre Giovanni spoke about it in church. 

"I honestly believe," he continued, "that you will not regret this. It may be the most important thing you have ever done in your life.

"I am always just a phone call away. Here is my platinum card in case something unforeseen happens and you need to return. If that happens, the matter will be closed and we will never discuss this again. You will have a new life in America, with a position of respect." 

I knew I was going to be sick to my stomach as soon as I could get away from him. 'I hope to God that I don't regret this, but it has to be better than living here.'

"Grazie, Zio Paolo... I will... do as you ask; about your friend and what he has done, I will make him happy. When do I leave?" 

'And, Zio Paolo... I'm never coming back. I would rather die than return here to this God-forsaken place.'

"You, Christine, Delfina and Mimi will be leaving tonight after dinner... so pack lightly, just a carry-on. They will take care of you in Los Angeles. Christine will escort you all the way, and return when you are safely met and settled in. 

"It will be a long flight to New York, and then to Los Angeles, and you should be able to sleep on the plane. 

'Who was he kidding? Sleep on the plane! He made it sound like I was going on holiday instead of being a sacrificial virgin on the altar.' I smirked, realizing that there was nothing 'virgin' about me since the kidnapping. 'Virgin'? Hell, I was a slut for over two years.'

My uncle continued but I no longer cared about what he said. 

"Here are some notes explaining his background, a photo, and what his businesses are. Please be reasonably acquainted with it by the time you land in Los Angeles. Share the information with Christine."

While I was still packing upstairs with Christine, Zia Angelina came in. 

"I don't know exactly what Paolo has told you, but I do know this: Signore Giacomo, or Colonel Jim, since you're going to America, is the most honorable man I have ever met and that includes Paolo, even more so than Paolo. He is the most unselfish, kind, gentle man... and yet, as I have seen, quick and fierce to protect what matters to him. 

"If you are staying with him while attending university there, you are very blessed. If you are offered a job with his company, even better, take it. 

"I know the people in this little shit of a town have been more than cruel to you but keeping you here in this house for the rest of your life will not work, either.

"Remember, we love you; I love you... I am just a call away... but, just in case, you might need this."

She could no longer speak, and crying, held me in her arms. 

"It's not the old days, when going to America meant never seeing your family again. We'll be here for you. This amount will allow you to enter the United States without having to declare the money and or break American customs laws. 

Zia Angelina gave each of us nine thousand dollars in hundreds and showed me how to hide the money under my clothes.

**********

Early morning, Sunday, September 2nd 

Big old jet-liner... coming to take us away

Christine, my nieces, Delfina and Mimi and I gratefully left the damp New York terminal and boarded the plane to Los Angeles. At the last moment, Zio Paolo strangely told us we were taking the two girls with us. Neither Christine nor I understood why he decided that at the last moment but what could I really say?

I was excited; this was my first flight across America and I had left Italy far behind... physically, at least; whether it was going to fade into a bad dream and then disappear, I didn't know. 

As I entered the first class cabin of the United jet, at first, I didn't understand all the complaints about aircraft seats then I glimpsed the other seats farther back in the plane. The people were going to be packed in like sardines.

Christine took a walk down the aisles looking for anything that seemed out of place. Satisfied for the moment, she returned to her seat as the seat belt sign lit and the plane began to back away from the terminal.

Pulled far enough away, the big jet turned on its own and moved toward the runway. Blasting down the runway, the jet lifted into the still dark-gray sky and headed west to my new life, whatever it might be.

We were dressed as flight attendants, a perfect camouflage in the flying world, escorting two young girls to Los Angeles. Men might notice women flight attendants, but rarely remember who they were looking at since they hardly looking at the woman's face. Women, however, were usually envious of the look and lifestyle they imagined the attendants enjoyed, not realizing what a demanding job it is.

Working for an airline had lost all its glamour and excitement for Americans and had become as common as taking the bus... and just as crowded. I had seen pictures of people flying in the 50s and early 60s. People were dressed up in suits, the stewardesses... flight attendants... wore stylish clothes that hinted a promise of sexuality. Sometimes, I think it's just the idea of the uniform that men think women are there just to 'service' their needs.

The early morning flight raced across the country, trying its best to stay ahead of the sun. As soon as the plane reached cruising altitude, the plane's real attendants started to serve breakfast, quickly passing out the plastic wrapped food and offering drinks to the still sleepy passengers. I still hadn't much sleep and was running on pure adrenaline.

I suddenly stood up and walked to one of the plane's attendants. Christine and my nieces were still fast asleep. There wasn't much she could have done, anyways, at 35,000 feet.

"Would you like some help? I could push your cart for you."

The already weary woman looked at me. "Honey, if you do that for me, you'll be my friend for the rest of the day."

Then standing right behind me was a very upset Christine, who now had no choice but to play along. In a short while, we had settled into an easy routine and for the next half-hour, with me pushing and Christine serving, passengers were being fed and given drinks. 

"Well, if California doesn't work out, we could always do this." As much fun as it was under the present circumstances, Christine knew better than to answer and even I knew the hard work would soon lose its appeal.

We returned to our seats and I watched the two girls looking out the window. Far below was the Ohio River, making its own journey between unknown lands. The grey-green of the water contrasted with the dark green of the tree-covered hills, interrupted occasionally by low white clouds.

Throughout it all, the steady hiss of the plane's ventilation system served as a companion to the hum of the huge engines hanging from the wings.

By the time the plane was crossing high over Texas, lunch was being served and I rose again to help out, dragging along a peeved Christine, laughing. 

We had eaten standing up in the plane's galley while the girls enjoyed a wonderful lunch served to the first class passengers.

We had looked forward to our steaks but now we were going to eat sandwiches with the rest of the crew.

Christine leaned over to me, "You owe me big time, little girl."

Some of the first class passengers were downright rude the way they treated the attendants. One, in particular, pushed the call button and as it happened, Christine was the one asked to answer. She walked up the aisle to him. He didn't even recognize her; we were sitting across from him most of the morning.

"What?" she demanded, no longer in a very good mood.

"Well, miss... what is your name? Oh, I see. Christine. Well, Christine... my friend and I were just talking about what a waste it would be for...."

"I know the two young ladies that were sitting there aren't going to be able to eat them, so I figured we might as well eat them. Would you be so kind as to bring their steaks out?"

Christine gave them the 'evil eye', the Italian sign of bad luck and just glared at them.

"I swear, when we get off this plane... Now, you listen to me, you big piece of sh..."

Before she could finish, she was interrupted by another of the first class passengers, who also seemed to forget that just a few hours earlier Christine was sitting in front of her.

"Do you think I could have some wine? I don't know what's come over me, but flying always makes me thirsty. I always told Hubert, rest his soul, that flying always makes me thirsty... now that he's gone I just have to look out for myself. A girl can't be too careful, you know."

"Yes, ma'am. I'll bring some out for you right away," and with a glower at the two men who wanted to eat our lunches, she walked back toward the galley.

"Do you think she's going to do something?" I heard one ask the other.

"I don't know but she was pretty feisty. I like feisty women but this one is a spitfire. Maybe we went too far?" He gave a worried look at his seatmate.

"Nice thinking about it now."

**********

Paolo....

"Angelina, I'm going to meet with the priest about the upcoming festival. I'll be back sometime late afternoon. Would you like me to pick up anything while I'm there?"

"Si, Paolo... thank you for asking, would you get some gelato for tonight? I'm just going to work around the house, you knw, straightening some things up and then do a little sewing. Ciao."

She came over and kissed me on the cheek. I wasn't even worth the trouble to kiss me on the lips anymore. When that had started, I don't even remember. I left the house, drove down the road about a half-kilometer and pulled behind a small grove of trees.




Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 29



Opening the trunk of the car, I pulled out my Remington pump I had brought from America and loaded it. 

It was a good day for killing. 

Walking back to the villa I noticed things that I had overlooked before: the sound of birds singing, the wind gently blowing through leaves, the crunch of small gravel on the side of the road as I walked by.

I approached my house from the east side where there were very few windows and away from the bedrooms. Once a Marine, always a Marine, even on a mission like this. Before entering, I took off my boots and put on my house slippers that I had left there earlier in the morning.

My mind, heart and soul were set on doing what I knew I had to... and as much as I understood Angelina's deceitful actions, she did not have to do it in our bed. It was disgusting enough that I had been sharing my wife with another man; I should not have had to also share my goddamn bed.

The upstairs hallway was empty and as I approached the bedroom, I could hear the sound of my wife's laughter as she derided my inability to satisfy her. There were two different male voices. One I recognized immediately as Tomaso's, the other one... I didn't care; he was as good as dead, anyway.

My finger on the trigger, I reached for the doorknob only to find it was locked. It only paused me for a second as I blew out the lock and kicked in the door. 

The look of surprise was gratifying as the two men, I recognized the other one, now, he was Giovani, her goddamn fucking driver, turned toward me. Both were naked. Gio had his dick in her mouth and she was busy pumping it while Tomaso had been slamming her pussy.

There was just a tiny moment of silence and then they realized that it was me and I had a shotgun pointed in their direction.

BLAM! BLAM!

Gio caught it in the face and upper chest while Tomaso got it in the lower back. There was a bloody mess everywhere and while Angelina was screaming in the last panic attack she would ever have, I walked over to her.

She was bleeding from some of the pellets that had spread out and hit her.

"Angelina... Angelina... you fucking cunt... what have you got to say for yourself?"

Her eyes were as wide and white as a full moon and her mouth started to open for what I thought was going to be another incredibly loud scream. The problem was, there was no one else in the villa. In her selfish lust, she had told the house servants to go into town and enjoy a film at the cinema so she would be alone with her lovers.

"Shhh... shhhh... shush... oh, Angelina, what am I going to do with you?" Of course, I had already made that decision. Once she had disrespected me that much, entertaining her lovers in our own home, our own bedroom, our own bed, her fate was cast.

If she had fucked her lovers somewhere else, anywhere else, would my reaction have been the same? I honestly don't know but I probably would have been willing to live with that if I had to, if just for the children who weren't mine but were.

I rolled Tomaso off the bed and onto the floor. I was astonished... Tomaso was still alive and groaned as he hit the floor next to his dead friend.

I turned to Angelina. "You move, you die." I stared at the naked man bleeding at my feet. "So, Tomaso, you bastard, couldn't keep your dick in your pants, huh?"

I kicked him in the ribs and I could hear the crack. "You fuck, why did you do me like this? Couldn't you respect me enough to mind your own goddamn business? What the fuck's the matter with you? Answer me, you shit!"

All I could see was the terror in his eyes and the pain on his face. "What, you're not man enough to explain yourself?" I kicked him again, this time much harder as my anger grew by the second.

I lifted the gun in his direction and was gratified to see him cry like a baby. "Who's the man, now, shithead?" I put the end of the barrel two inches from his nose. "Goodbye, motherfucker."

BOOM!

I admit it was a lot messier than I had thought it would be... for a Marine to make a mistake like that was really stupid and I realized the cleanup was going to take longer than I originally planned. Not that I was going to do it. That was why Angelina was still alive, the bitch.

I tossed their bodies out the window onto the grass below and walked her into the bathroom to get plastic trash bags and towels and set her to work cleaning up the floor and the bedding. At another time, the sight of her naked body would have excited me to no end but now, it was just disgusting and painful to watch.

When she was finished, I took her downstairs to the kitchen and bound her with the duct tape we kept in the drawer. I didn't care whether it hurt or not. Wrapped up like a Christmas gift, I carried her out to the car and threw her into the trunk. After the two bodies were put in on top of her, I closed the lid and went back into the house to see if I had forgotten anything. It looked good to me, all the damage had been in the bedroom and the bathroom.

Taking the hose, I washed down the grass where there were a few bloodstains, got in the car and drove back to where I had left my own back in the trees.

I opened the trunk, took out the two bodies and arranged them in the front of the car as if one was driving and the other was a passenger. Ripping the duct tape from Angelina's mouth, I asked her one last time 'why?'

She must have realized the end was near, for she looked defiantly at me and tried to spit but her mouth was so dry from fear there was nothing there.

"Angelina, one last chance to walk away from all this. Why did you treat me like this? I've always given you my love and I could have forgiven you even this, but in our own goddamn bed, Angelina? Do you hate me that much? Are either of the girls mine?"

The anger in her eyes was all the answer I needed. Without caring whether she was hurt or not, I put her in the back seat of the car and went back to mine to get the gasoline, or benzina as the Italians call it. Five cans of gas and one of diesel... that's going to do the trick, I figured. Hot enough and none of the investigators would be able to tell a thing other than they burned to death. The shotgun pellets... well, the Mafia was still out to get us from what happened during the first kidnapping.

"I'd kiss you goodbye, puta, but I saw where your mouth has been, bitch."

I put the gasoline everywhere and let it soak into the upholstery of the seats. She started to shake. Burning to death was probably the worst way to die and I had a date with the parish priest to talk about the upcoming festival. Unlike my whore of a wife, I wasn't a liar. 

I put the gasoline cans into the trunk of the death car and pulled out one of the many souvenirs I had 'liberated' when I retired from the Corps. No one ever came down this road; it was all private property... my private property. It would only take me five or so minutes to reach the parish rectory so I set it for ten. The timer had been designed to completely destruct under the right conditions and this was one straight out of the books.

I looked one last time at my once beautiful wife who was now struggling to escape. "Try harder, bitch," I said as I drove down the road back into the village.

The priest and I had just settled down at the village square when there was a mighty WHOOOOMPH and a huge ball of black smoke rose into the sky outside of town.

"Holy shit!" I yelled, "What the hell was that?" If the priest was shocked at my language, he said nothing and a few minutes later, the village's fire truck went screaming by headed out toward the fire.

I tell the priest was itching to see what was going on so we rushed to my car and drove as quickly as possible toward the fire that had now set the poor grove of trees on fire as well. I felt badly about the trees.

When we finally arrived, the car was still burning like a torch. It was impossible to get any closer than about twenty meters or so. 

"That's my car!" I screamed and headed for it, fighting the firemen who were holding me back. I had gotten close enough to see that all three bodies were indeed there and the frantic and futile struggles of my now dead wife had indeed been in vain.

"Generale, please, stay back, there's nothing you can do!"

I actually did collapse and started to cry, not for that lying bitch of a wife of mine or the fact that the two little girls that I loved as my own were without a mother but that she had destroyed what life I had and the fantasy that I had chosen to believe.

The doctor had arrived and they told him to see to me since there was nothing else to be done. He gave me a mild sedative and took me back to my car. The priest didn't know whether to pray for the dead or for me and decided that an all-inclusive prayer to God was the best.

The Carabineri arrived from the next town, asked a lot of questions but when they remembered what had happened during the kidnapping, decided it was just a revenge killing and closed the case.

I went home and slept the sleep of the dead on one of the girls' beds.

*

Copyright @ calibeachgirl

All rights reserved, 2010



Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 30



Chapter 30

Babbling like an idiot schoolgirl

Morning, Sunday, September 2nd 

Marisella....

The United 767 from New York landed at LAX after the five hour flight. 

Delfina and Mimi looked and felt much better than the passengers in coach since they had flown first class the entire way from Italy. The two girls had been able to catch up with their sleep and looked excitedly out the windows as we approached Los Angeles from the east, dropping lower. There was a brown-gray haze over everything and I hoped that it didn't extend to where we were going to live.

Christine and I, on the other hand, were pretty tired and I knew that I had taken advantage of her friendship; I apologized profusely and told her I would find a way to make it up to her.

After pulling our carry-ons from storage, we put on our coats, left the plane and walked into the terminal.

The deep vibrations of moving aircraft could be felt through my shoes as we walked and walked and walked. The conveyor belt for passengers was broken.

Since we had cleared customs easily in New York, with just the four carry-on bags, we headed down the long concourse toward the exit.

I was sure a new life awaited us as we headed toward the street. What that life offered remained to be seen, but the trepidation that I had was tempered by the excitement of finally arriving in California.

There was no one waiting for us. Did we make a mistake and were in the wrong terminal? Did we arrive too early? I eagerly looked around for someone that looked like they were there for us and saw no one remotely like that.

Christine was more irritated than worried and she walked over to one of the few pay telephones still left in Los Angeles and after checking her notebook, made a telephone call.

Christine....

I couldn't believe it. There was no one here to pick us up. Paolo had assured us that everything was taken care of. I didn't like how this was all starting and wondered what was going on with Colonel Crowell's men.

I slid my card into the pay phone and after checking my notebook, punched in the number for what the general called the 'Corporation.'

It took three rings before someone answered.

"Good morning, Crowell Corporation. John speaking. How may I direct your call?"

"I am Christine Rosatti and work for General Vincenzi. He is a very good friend of Colonel Crowell's."

"Yes?"

I was confused. There was a hesitation in his voice and should known who I was. "The colonel has assured us that we would have a place to stay with him while we figure out what we're going to do here. He told the general that Marisella Vincenzi, his niece, would be able to find employment with him."

I heard the man breathe in sharply. I knew he was caught off-guard about something and was going to ask when he came back on the phone. 

"I'm going to transfer you to Colonel Paras. One moment, please."

The 'please, hold' music was the Beach Boys. At least someone had a sense of humor over there.

"Hello, Colonel Paras' office. Please state the nature of your call."

I was starting to get angry but knew that I couldn't. I was a trained professional, a former Air Force intelligence officer, a trained bodyguard, a trained killer... besides, I had Marisella with me, that wasn't so bad, but the two girls... I didn't want to lose my temper in front of them.

"Colonel Crowell told General Vincenzi months ago that we would be able to stay with him and..."

"Please, wait."

More Beach Boys... what the hell's going on over there? The call transferred.

"Colonel Paras. To whom am I speaking, please?"

"Good morning, I am Christine Davis. I am the guardian for Marisella Vincenzi and the general's two young daughters. Colonel Crowell assured the general that we would be able to stay with him, I suppose at his house, and that he would arrange employment for Marisella."

There was a deep silence on the other end that frightened me as I heard the woman give a sad moan. "Hello? Hello? Colonel Paras, are you there?" I said.

"I'm... I'm sorry, Miss Davis. There has been a tremendous tragedy here and I can only surmise that General Crowell must have forgotten to tell his assistant about it. Where are you?"

I could tell from the sound of her voice that the woman was very uncomfortable about something. She said there had been a tragedy... no, a tremendous tragedy. What the hell did that mean? And, now the colonel was a general?

"We are at the United terminal at LAX... there are four of us."

"All right, now listen... are you calling from your own phone or what?"

"No, this is a pay phone."

"I was afraid of that. All right, here's what I'm going to do. I am sending two men to get you. They will be wearing navy blue windbreakers and there will be the Corporation logo on the front, you can't miss it, it will be a golden 'C'. They should be there about a half-hour from now. They'll have a sign with your name on it. Just stay tight and they'll get you."

"Thank you, very much. We're dressed as United flight attendants. It's a long story. I'll take the girls over to one of these McDonald's they have here. They've never been to one."

"That'll work; I'll have them meet you at the McDonald's at the United terminal. Have a pleasant flight."

'Have a pleasant flight?' We just landed...

The click-click of our knee-high leather boots echoed along the long passageway to the terminal exit. For some reason, the concourse was almost empty which made it easier keeping watch on the girls but it also allowed them to walk away faster.

Walking slowly near us was a family who had just arrived from Australia; you could tell from the little 'Crocodile Dundee' hat the boy was wearing. After a fifteen-hour flight, the tourists looked tired beyond belief.

A man wearing a bright blue jacket approached them and held out his hand. At first, he looked like an airport employee giving directions, but then he seemed to be asking for a donation, something about money toward feeding hungry children. 

The Australians gave him a few dollars and started to walk away.

"What, that's all?" he shouted as he followed the travelers.

One Australian then pulled out a few more dollars and gave them to the demanding man. "Please, leave us alone." 

Then the man saw us and started to approach.

"Watch out, that guy's walking toward us." Mimi and Delfina instinctively ran back to us and hid behind Marisella.

I quietly but firmly told him to go away and leave us alone. He stepped in front of us, as he had done with the other people, scamming airline passengers to hand over money. But, a second later, he was face down, one arm behind his back, with my steel-toed leather boot on his dirty little neck. 

"Move," I said, "and, so help me God, I'll break your damn neck."

Airport police were running in our direction and arrived a moment later, looking down on the man face down on the cold floor. A stiff push with my boot stopped the man from further squirming around and put a temporary end to his silly profanities.

The police soon had him tied up with the plastic ties that were replacing handcuffs. One look from them told the scam artist that he had finally bothered the wrong people.

I could feel the police looking at us uncomfortably, not sure what to do in a situation like this. Marisella, five foot seven with subdued southern Italian features, her dark hair still in the unassuming conservative hairstyle Paolo told us to have and me, a tall blond due to my northern Italian heritage, waited for them to say something.

"Marisella, take the girls to get a hamburger and some milkshakes or something." I handed her my card and watched them walk the short distance to the McDonald's. 

Talking to the police took a good amount of time explaining who I was and why were in Los Angeles, time I would have rather spent having some good old American burgers, even if it were the overpriced junk that they were selling.

I saw the two men from Colonel Paras arrive. One man kept glancing at photographs in his hand while the other one scanned the faces of the exiting passengers, looking for us. They were probably told to look for young women dressed as flight attendants. 

"Sometimes," one officer said, "they get really greedy and follow passengers who don't hand over enough money. We've been cracking down on them; no one should be harassed at the airport."

There was a muffled complaint from the man on the floor.

"Silencio, dizgraziato." I gave him another kick to his ribs, this time, with my boot.

"We're very sorry that this happens to people, but we can't be everywhere at once," apologized the police officer. "We'll take him off your hands now. Since we saw the whole thing and have it on surveillance video, there's no need for you to worry about it any further. 

"Please tell the colonel that Private Jonathan Brolman says hello. I didn't serve with him; I was in a different unit... but we all know what happened in Kosovo."

"Of course, he'll appreciate it. Thank you." I had only a small idea of what he was talking about. I remember the general saying something about Crowell getting the Medal of Honor for whatever it was that he had done.

When the police took the upset man away, he was complaining about suing us, the police, the airport, and every passenger in the terminal.

Finished with the police, I walked over to my girls eating at a small table near the causeway. I snagged a couple of fries. "I believe that is our welcoming committee. Let's wait and see how long it takes for them to see us," I said as I took a couple of long sucks from the strawberry shake that Mimi had. The look on her disapproving face made me laugh. Time to learn how the world really works, little girl. 

The men had stopped walking and waited away from the tall windows that looked out onto the huge parking structure in the center of the terminals. I wasn't sure whether they had seen us or not and decided to approach them.

Anthony....

"I told you the blonde would be a looker. I'd sure like to get a..." 

My partner gave me a dig in the ribs. "Shut up... what if they hear us? Can you guess how pissed off the colonel would be? Besides, the blonde was an anti-terrorist officer. She'd probably tear you up!" 

We laughed at each other as we were approached by the tall leggy blonde.

"Benvenuti, giovani donne, a California {Welcome, young ladies, to California}."

After introductions, which included us showing our credentials, my friend, built like an American football player, took the women's luggage. 

We politely led them out of the United terminal into the grey morning coastal haze. I supposed the mix of car exhaust and jet fuel was already oppressive to them after years in the clear Italian country air.

On the roof of the next terminal, there waited our Bell 222 helicopter, outfitted as a business aircraft. Alfredo unlocked the helicopter's side door. "You know, every time we fly in this thing, I keep remembering that old TV show, Airwolf. This is so cool."

"Ah, shut up. I told you she would probably be able to kick your ass."

I put the bags into the luggage compartment, while Alfredo helped the four into the 'copter. I could see him zeroing in on the dark-haired beauty.

"Signorina Marisella, have you ever been to California before?"

"No, but I have always wanted to... Hollywood, the ocean, the freedom of America... I have dreamed of coming here all my life. Living in a small village in southern Italy... was, umm, too quiet for me." 

Marisella....

I hope he doesn't know about me... I can't live with more humiliation. And, here I am, babbling like an idiot schoolgirl. I love LA!

As soon as everyone was seated and belted in, one of the men closed the helicopter up; the blades began to sound the familiar swoosh, swoosh, rapidly whump, whump. Christine motioned to us to put on the earphones and the sounds of the aircraft disappeared. 

The pilot, I guess, had been waiting for clearance from the LAX tower, lifted the helicopter off from the terminal and my stomach seemed to drop down to my feet. Looking at Christine, I noticed she had just the hint of a smile on her face. The girls seemed to have no trouble at all and were busy looking out the windows.

We first flew west past the beach and then headed north a few miles offshore toward the company headquarters in the foothills north of Malibu.

While I eventually looked out the right window at the passing coastline, I noticed that the view did not entice any interest from Christine. Instead, she sat quietly, with the ease of well trained, coiled to strike predators that I had seen her have in the past.

The pilot kept up a running commentary, describing the sites along the coast as they continued north from the Santa Monica pier along the Southern California coastline. The hills looked dry and brown, not what I expected from my dreams of Los Angeles.

"Make sure that you stay seated until the blades have completely stopped," Christine told us. "We don't need any accidents at this point and you're not used to getting out of helicopters." 

The aircraft, having circled the building, landed on the east side, protected from the onshore breezes by the huge mass of the building.

By the time the helicopter blades were silent, the engine still ticking away the heat, several electric trams had arrived to take us to the center. Following the coolness of the air-conditioned helicopter, the unseasonable warmth of this September day in Southern California was enough to elicit several uncomfortable comments from the girls.

Approaching from the eastern hill side of the buildings, I noticed six men at various points of the property, walking guard as though still in military service. I discovered later that when possible, the Corporation made a point of offering employment to former or retired military and that security was extremely tight.

After circling the building in the little carts, we approached the west entrance. Alfredo swiped a key card and we entered the reception area to be greeted by John, sitting behind a large desk with a dozen or so computer screens. After coming close enough, I noticed that the man, in his late forties, was in a wheelchair.

In the paperwork Zio Paolo had given us, it stated that the Colonel funded a rehabilitation clinic for military personnel that had been injured in service and located employment for them.

"Gulf War," he said, "just thought I'd break the ice with that. I am John Hubver, Marine staff sergeant until... well, you know. 

"You are Christine Rosatti, yes? Here is your key card and identification. My records indicate that you were a first lieutenant, is that correct? The Colonel Paras said you would be working personal security for Marisella Vincenzi. Make sure that your identification badge is visible at all times, OK? 

"...and you must be Maricella Vincenzi. Here are your credentials, also. Just a moment, we'll take a photo of the girls and set them up, also. 

The Colonel's been apprised of your arrival. Alfredo will take you up. Nice to have met you. Sorry about the phone call and all."

Although I had flown half-way around the world and had agreed to the insane arrangement with my uncle, I suddenly felt like a sacrificial offering to the gods and so my hands began to shake. What kind of man would Colonel Crowell be? And, more importantly, would he even be remotely interested in pursuing a relationship with someone like me?

My hands shook and I gripped my thighs with them to hold still.

The elevator ride up to the ninth floor was thankfully a short one and as the doors opened, we were taken aback at the scene... our view was halfway up a Northern California coastal rain forest, complete with a stream and redwood trees fifty to one hundred feet high.

"Nice, isn't it? There are five more areas here, so later, you might want to take some time and check them out. All the plants have identification markers. They were the General's pride and joy, and he said he did his best thinking there."

Why was he speaking that way? Was the colonel not here anymore... oh, my God, it must be the tremendous tragedy Christine said the colonel alluded to. General?

The ninth floor gallery was actually ten stories high and, through the trees, overlooked the Pacific through what, Alfredo said, were huge thick Lexan bullet-proof windows. He escorted us to an area with cushioned park benches and picnic tables, surrounded by smaller pines in planters.

"We like to keep the redwood park theme on this side of the building. Your rooms are down this hallway."

We walked down the gently lit hallway until we came upon two doors, which he unlocked with our key cards. Upon entering, we soon realized that 'rooms' meant something quite different from 'rooms'.

The first area was a small den, with a sofa, a coffee table, a television, and along the wall, a kitchenette with microwave and small refrigerator. The room and its highlights were peach and white in color, with large exotic seashells as accent pieces. Several tropical theme paintings hung from the wall behind the sofa. Small potted palms completed the furnishings. He said something about someone named Alessa doing the decorating.

Beyond, there was the bedroom and bath, more in a pinkish tone, with a king-size bed, an easy chair, dresser and nightstand all in white. Continuing the tropical theme, four large French doors overlooked a different landscape, this one a tropical rainforest.

"I trust these rooms will be satisfactory for you. On the coffee table, you will find a book with a map of the building, floor by floor. In each wing, the dining room is on the second floor, on the central right side. The kitchenette here is for your convenience, in case you bring back a late night snack or something like that.

"Both rooms are identical. Ms. Marisella, these are your rooms. Ms. Christine, yours are next door. I suppose you'll figure out what to do with the girls. You will both find everything you need to freshen up in your bathrooms, as well as clothes more suitable for Los Angeles. 

"You will be meeting with Colonel Paras at 10 AM, which is about an hour and a half from now. She will meet with you in the large room we first came to after leaving the elevator.

You may address the colonel as 'Colonel Paras,' Miss Lane, as 'Miss Alessa.'

Is there anything else you might need?"

There was a slight pause and then I said, softly, "Oh... no, thank you very much... we'll be ready."

After he left, Christine turned to me and said, "The girls can stay here, you and I will stay next door."

Fiscelli turned on the nightstand light, sat up with his legs hanging off the side of the bed, stretched and gave a huge yawn. After a few minutes, he moved to the bathroom and shaved. Steam enveloped him as he tried to wash his troubles down the shower drain.

A half-hour later, he was standing in his office chewing on an egg sandwich. In his other hand, he held a glass of milk. He was staring at the cookies on the tray, trying to decide whether to eat them or not... Looking at the relief map of the Hawaiian Islands, he made a few changes, and then satisfied and ready for the day, went out onto the deck waiting for the sunrise brightening the east.

**********

Maria....

I walked down the hallway to Alessa's office overlooking the Pacific and found her having a quiet breakfast by herself.

As I walked in, her face brightened and she greeted me with a tired but passionate smile.

"Maria." She rushed to me, arms opening in welcome.

"Alessa, darling... I see that those Italians are finally here... Somehow, Jim made a promise to General Vincenzi to take them in. He must have not got around to telling us before... I called Vincenzi in Italy. He asked that we allow them to stay. His wife, Angelina, just died and he didn't want the girls to know, yet. He sounded more angry than sad... strange... after you've met them, we can get the day started. We have that new proposal for four 'weather' satellites from the CIA to go over.




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"And... you have some Danish frosting on your lip, Sweetheart, right here." I gently held her chin and slowly wiped her mouth with my kisses. I smoothed back her soft curly golden hair, she reached up to touch me on the face, lingering there for just a moment, then giggled like a schoolgirl as she pulled me to her and I abandoned myself in the heat of our embrace. 

A blush moved up Alessa's neck and into her light caramel-toned face. 

Each time I touched her more and more intimately, her fears vanished in a wave of desire. 

"Will there be anything else, Maria? I can get Mary in here."

"Then I'd have to, uh... no... just make sure that she's completely cleared our calendar for December from the 15th to, what do you say, January 3rd or so? I know that Jim was going to take you to Hawaii and I want you to have that. It will be all right, don't worry."

Alessa tried to answer but my roving hands were destroying her concentration on whatever she was trying to say. My hands finally rested below her waist as I gently squeezed. 

"If there is something that really requires our personal attention, your team should be able to handle it. That's the whole purpose of having them, isn't it?" I nuzzled her neck, knowing that it caused an almost feral response from her as she purred contentment. 

"Ha, I thought so... I see you smllllll..." Her mouth closed on mine, stopping whatever I was going to say and then her tongue parting mine and pushing inside, invading, discovering, celebrating.

"I can teach..." my muffled voice tried to say, "to... mmmmmm... to surf. Mmmmm... big winter... waves...." My hands renewed their discovery until they returned to their starting point. Damn tight skirt she's always wearing... "Lots... of... fun..."

"Maria?"

"Yes, darling?" I had rediscovered her attractive neck, nuzzling my way up to her left ear; she shuddered at my so intimate touch.

"Maria, you're tickling me... Maria, please, I have work to..."

"I'll give you work to do... you honey-colored vixen..." I covered her lips with mine and she forgot what she was going to say.

There was a knock on the office door and we hastily re-arranged our clothing. 

"Come in!" she said, a little too breathlessly. 

Tybal walked in, apologizing for the interruption. "The Italians are in the gallery. I've had some refreshments brought in for them, I'm sure it's been a long flight. Is there anything else?"

Alessa turned to her assistant. "I'll be there in a few minutes. Thank you, Mary."

As Tybal closed the office door and went to her desk to make the arrangements, I could hear Alessa giggling again. I smiled... it's been a long, scary and sad summer for all of us, and I hoped that it would finally be calmer, in a good way.

Instead of leaving immediately, I lingered in the doorway looking at her silhouetted against the windows, then turned and left. What a good way to start the day...

I walked out of Alessa's office, tucking my blouse back in. "Good morning, Mrs. Tybal. Having a good morning, are we?" 

She could only smile in return, probably wondering what antics had taken place... or maybe, she just knew.

"Alessa will be talking to you about Christmas in Hawaii... please check with me afterward in case she might have missed something.

"We'll be leaving in about an hour for Rodeo Drive. Please inform Louise and remind her of our meeting this afternoon about the new satellite proposal. Ask her if she can and want to come along." I whispered, "There's a little surprise for both of you if you can. We're going to do a little shopping." 

Alessa....

A few minutes after Maria left, I walked out, my face still flushed. 

"I'll be going downstairs to meet with these two women. We'll be leaving for Beverly Hills in about an hour or so... pick a place you want to have lunch at. I think there's... let's see... eleven of us. Let's take the Blackhawks, it's too far to drive in the amount of time that we have. Thanks... uh, for not saying anything about..."

"About what, Alessa? I don't know what you're talking about. Oh and..." Tybal got up and walked around to the front of the desk. "You've got a little frosting by your ear, here. I wonder how that happened. Just a sec." Using a tissue, Tybal wiped the cream from my neck. "There you go, good as new," she said, a smile starting to grow. 

Mary finished her inspection. "First impressions, you know. Alessa, are you sure you should be flying with the baby?"

"The doctor says it's all right if I'm careful. Thanks..."

Ignoring the fantastic view her office offered of the morning Pacific a mile away, Mary picked up the phone and speed-dialed several boutiques in Beverly Hills and her favorite restaurant. 

**********

Christine....

In the distance to the south, Marisella could see the north end of Catalina, while Christine looked north, just making out the distant coastline leading to Santa Barbara in the coastal haze. 

Marisella had been so engrossed watching the sea that she failed to notice two women arriving with juices, cookies, and sodas. I, on the other hand, out of habit had immediately turned to face them, moving protectively between Marisella and the servants... and was immediately embarrassed by my actions. I apologized to the two Latinas, and tried to explain.

"Señorita... do not worry, we are used to security people around here. My husband, Rico, was one for the general. It is all right. Just... please be careful around the children."

"Oh... thank you so much"

"You're quite welcome, señorita. Is this to your satisfaction? We can get something else, if you prefer."

"I'm so sorry... I don't know your names."

"I am Amelia, and she is Alina. They will tell you later how to contact us for whatever you may wish."

"I am Christine Rosatti and this is Marisella Vincenzi. They are Mimi and Delfina."

Marisella spoke up. "Please call me 'Sella."

She looked at the cart that had been rolled in. It had everything that she had asked for, and a few surprises, cookies from Italy and French style pastries.

"How did you know? Oh, these are magnificent. God, I haven't eaten in hours."

"Thank you, señorita. We'll be going now. If you require us right now, please use this call button on the cart."

Ready to attack the pastries, she motioned to the girls and me to join her.

I had a little orange juice but kept my appetite under control. It would not look good to embarrass myself in front of Signore Paolo's great friend. Where was he? Was he too busy to just come in and welcome us?

"Sella?" I asked.

"New country, new life, new name." Marisella, or Sella as she now wished to be called, picking up a small plate and putting several chocolate chip cookies on it, looked into the 'forest', amazed at both the beauty and the technical prowess necessary to create it.

**********

Sella....

At 9:45, we were greeted by Alessa. I felt a pang of guilt; I was envious of the tall, trim beautiful woman. Alessa was dressed in a pale blue silk blouse and a matching skirt. As she approached, though, we could see that she was also incredibly tired. 

"Buonna mattina, signore. Come siete? Avete un volo piacevole dall'Italia? Sono Alessa Lane. " 

"Is there something else that you would care for in particular, Signorina Marisella? Signorina Christine?"

I looked at Christine, who shook her head. "No, thank you very much. Please, call me 'Sella' now, I would like to, how you say it 're-invent' myself."

"I hope that your stay with us will be a fortunate, prosperous and hopefully long one. Please, please... sit down.

"Enjoy yourselves now, for self-sufficiency is the hallmark for us but later, you'll have to get your own cookies."

Christine looked at the American woman and realized that she had tried to make a joke.

"After we finish talking, we will be leaving for a shopping trip and some lunch. Given your long flight, I suppose that you are hungry and tired but, please, don't fill up on cookies and such, we'll be going to Beverly Hills.

"Christine, if you would be so kind as to go with Alina, she will help you get acclimated to our system here. I believe it is a bit more complicated than with Signore Vincenzi. Later, you will talk with Philip, our head of security. I'll be right back."

I left with the woman still wondering why no one had mentioned the missing colonel.

**********

Alessa....

I returned to the gallery to talk with Marisella and try to find something worthwhile for her to do. I thought she was very beautiful... Ever since Jimmy died, my attraction to women had come to the forefront. Did Maria cause a change in my outlook? or was it there all this time, just hiding beneath the surface like the great white shark in 'Jaws' waiting to chew me up?

Marisella was going to sit down when she noticed that I did not have any orange juice, and served the juice from the silver carafe. Dark hair framing her attractive features hinted at anxiety. She managed to look simultaneously attainable and out of reach... and yet, to my great relief, did not seem interested in the least. I did not need any problems with my new relationship with Maria. 

She looked at me in expectation... she knew now that whatever I would require of her would be soon spelled out to the letter. 

"I don't know what Zio Paolo has told you. Hopefully, he explained something of what he wished and what I would like to do." She sat still, looking at me with her deep brown eyes. I began to be aroused by the sight of her and closed my eyes for a moment, regaining my own composure. I was going crazy, I was sure of it.

I walked over to the high glass windows, watched a pelican slowly fly by, sipping the juice and staring at the Pacific, I proposed an arrangement.

"When I left you this morning, I spoke with your uncle in Italy. Evidently, he did not know what had happened which is why there was no one to meet you at the airport.

"Jimmy, the general, is dead. Your uncle didn't know."

"O Dio, I am so sorry," she said. "I am so embarrassed."

"Why did your uncle really want you to come here? He hinted at something before I told him that Jimmy was gone."

The poor woman turned a million shades of red. She obviously didn't want to talk about it but I would not let that pass. No one sends his niece and daughters half-way around the world on a whim.

"He wanted me to marry Jim... or be his putana... whatever it took." She buried her face in her hands and bent forward, sobbing.

Now, it was my turn to be incredibly uncomfortable. What was that old man thinking, using his niece like a common prostitute to trick Jimmy into marrying her?

I sat down next to her and put my arm around her. I was only a few years older than she was but there seemed a gap, not in age but in thought. The poor girl had been willing to do anything her uncle wanted. She was here, now and distance gives great power.

"When I explained what happened, your uncle asked me to teach you how to run a business and although he didn't specifically mention it, I am going to do this by offering you an intern position in management, with a possible future permanent position. You can learn with me while acting as my personal assistant for the various enterprises we have going here.

"Perhaps, you would like the situation. Is that all right with you? You can break the agreement and return to Italy anytime you wish. He told me what happened to you and Jimmy."

"Sì."

"Splendid. I am going to have a baby, Jimmy's baby and I'm going to need help in the office as the time approaches. I already have Michael working there and you can learn with him what is necessary and things like that.

"Good. I would require... no, that's the wrong word. I would expect you to shadow Michael and me throughout the day, learning what is necessary to make this place work... except when you are studying, of course.

"...at business meetings, facility tours, meals. Eventually, you and Christine, if she desires to stay here, will begin studies for an MBA... I have arranged for professors from USC and UCLA to tutor the both of you when the time is convenient, since our schedules here tend to be erratic. 

"Although this seems like a lot right now, from what your uncle told me, I believe that you will be able to meet the challenge." I paused. "I'm not sure how this is sounding. If it works out and you and Christine become valued members here; I would share business opportunities under the same arrangements we have with everyone here. 

"You will have some free time to do what you wish. As long as there is security with you can leave the building. You must be ready to drop everything and leave with me for anywhere in the world. Do you understand that? Are you still willing? This will be a very hard career... but, I believe with many benefits."

She nodded her head. "Yes, signorina, I do."

I turned away from the windows I had walked to and looked directly at her. "I believe that a hundred would be a fair compensation for what you are going to do here, with of course, plenty of incentive for advancement."

"A hundred?"

"A hundred thousand for the year, to start... does that seem agreeable?"

Shocked, she dropped the glass onto the floor, orange juice and glass shards everywhere. I was at her side immediately. "Are you hurt?"

"No, thank you. I will clean this up." She knelt and starting to mop up the juice with her linen napkin. She began to cry, head down, frantically trying to collect the pieces of broken crystal.

I knelt down on the floor. "Let me help you." After mopping up as best as we could, I pulled my phone out of my pocket, speed dialed and spoke into it. "I've had a little accident here in the Sequoia lounge... yes, I know, I'm a little clumsy today, I'm sorry... please send someone up... Yes, broken glass and some juice. Thank you." 

Holding her with both hands on her shoulders, I looked into her eyes. "Don't cry... it's OK. We'll be going clothes shopping, so you might want to wash up after your long flight. I will see you in a short while, after I speak with Christine. Please be ready to leave in about 30 minutes or so, we'll meet in the reception area downstairs. I think that you'll find things can move rather quickly here. 

"Listen, not many people, even the bravest, are willing to leave home permanently. You are very courageous. I'll see you soon."

"Grazie, Signorina Alessa. May I call you that? ...that is most kind of you. I would like to be known as Sella, if that's all right with you?"

"Why, of course. It's your name. Ah, here is Alina. See you in a short while." I kissed her on both cheeks in the European manner and then Alina took Sella back to her room, giving instructions on how to find the fire escapes.

I picked up the Irish linens full of broken glass and carefully put them into a wastebasket nearby. It would be too dangerous to try and removed the glass shards from the imported cloth.

I had to determine whether Christine would want to stay in service with us or return to Italy... or what? Of course, with Marisella, that is, Sella here with us, there probably wasn't a position to return to. 

**********

Even for him, Michael's desk was unusually cluttered with computer flash drives and folders full of printouts. In his own mind, I thought, he had plenty of reasons to justify the untidiness. 

He said my office was the symbol of neatness and efficiency and while I was continually amazed at his ability to reach into a foot high stack of papers, folders, maps or letters and pull out the exact information that he needed, he couldn't understand how I got anything done. Whatever his problems might be behind closed door, in the office he was incredible.

While I was finishing the comic pages in the Times, actually preferring the ones in the South Bay Daily Breeze more, there was a soft knock at the door. I rose to greet her.

"Christine... Come in, come in."

Noticing her slightly wet hair, I saw that she had taken the opportunity to shower and acknowledged her quickness.

"Would you like something to eat, something to drink, perhaps? We have some wonderful fruit salad, just in from our orchards north of here. I know you and ... Sella? Sella had something to snack on but it will be a while before we have lunch today." 

"As you may have noticed, about half the staff here is military and work in their own wing across the way. Colonel Paras is the immediate commanding officer over there. I direct the commercial side.

"You need to get back to speaking English here as soon as possible. I know from your records you did one tour in Iraq in the Air Force for American military intelligence and one at the American embassy in Rome as an anti-terrorist liaison with the National Security Agency." 

I put together a plate of fruit salad, adding extra strawberries and a side bowl of freshly whipped cream. Was I unconsciously flirting with her?

Setting the plates down on the desktop, I went to get some orange juice. What is it, I wondered, about these women and the orange juice? I know Paolo has to have orange juice. You'd think they never saw the stuff before! I'm going to askl and find out what's the deal.

"Christine, I hope that everything is comfortable for you. Are you both catching up with the time zones? We can postpone to this afternoon's little trip if you or Sella aren't up to it."

"Yes, ma'am; no ma'am... everything is wonderful. You said you wish to discuss some important matters with me."

"I am glad that everything is to your liking. We try to make life comfortable for everyone living here, although at times I ask for the impossible. Now, I need to know if you wish to remain here with Marisella, I mean Sella, or return to Italy, or what. If that is the case, I will need to find someone else for her."

"I would very much like to stay here... if you wish. Yes, I would like stay very much. I love California... and I love Marisella.

"I am very happy to hear that. I will inform Paolo of your decision... he told me that you were making one hundred thousand per year. Is that correct?"

"Oh, no, signorina... eh, Miss Lane. It was less than thirty-five, but it did not matter then nor does it matter now. I would stay with her for nothing... she is... my sister, now."

"Well, 'nothing' doesn't work here. Everyone earns their way and is paid an honest wage for accomplishment and loyalty. I believe that you will be indispensible and I'm always looking for intelligent people to work with us. Let us say one hundred thousand for the year to start, is that acceptable? Don't worry; you will be earning it and then some."

"Thank you."

"I'll have her visa and that of the girls' updated for permanent stay. If what I have planned works out and she wishes to, we can start on getting American citizenship... do you think she would like that? That's something to think about. No rush on that. Sound her out on it, though.

"Is there anything you need? In a few minutes, we're going shopping for suitable formal clothes, then lunch, and then some 'walking around' clothes. I've been told that you didn't bring anything other than a carry-on.

Your duties will be similar to those with Paolo, but we will do a lot of traveling... a lot of traveling. On any day, you have to be ready to go within a half-hour's notice, so put together tomorrow morning two travel bags for the both of you that would work for, say three days. Almost like back in the military... You will be given laptops also... they must always be with you, or within quick reach.

"Make sure that you both have your passports with you at all times, there will come times when we will have to leave from somewhere else... if we stay anywhere longer than that, we'll get something there. 

"Mark your calendar, Wednesday, early morning, December 19th; we'll be leaving for Hawaii, say out of here by 05:30... sort of a working Christmas vacation, shall we say. I don't know what may arise in the meantime, but this is locked in. Pass that on to Sella. Do you surf? I'm told the Christmas waves are fantastic.




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"I forgot to mention that you both will be taking business classes starting next summer. While first and foremost, your duty is to protect her in case anything might happen, I would also like to teach you the business. Why continued protection is necessary will be explained sometime tomorrow. It's all precautionary, but I'd rather be safe than sorry.

"Christine, I've seen your service record. You are a very intelligent young woman. In time, maybe sooner than we both know; there will be a position for you outside of security. Do you have any questions?"

"Thank God, I'm getting a little old for this security business. When will I be issued a personal weapon? I honor my responsibilities."

"What did you carry?"

"A 40 caliber Glock 22, in a purse, usually, or on my person when possible."

"That's a good weapon. Most American police forces are now using it. We have the third generation model here. Well, tell you what... today, there's plenty of protection with us, so tomorrow early, we'll get you set up with Philip. Maybe have a little fun with it. How's that? Why the name change with Marisella?"

"Miss Lane, that's a personal choice she made after we arrived here. Things were not well back in Italy... the town's people never... let's just say that this is much better. 'New life, new name', as she put it.'" 

"I understand this morning that you had some pretty dangerous boots on. Maybe you won't need a gun, after all... Tomorrow, we'll meet and I'll go and introduce you to the rest of security so that you can work closely with them with no misunderstandings.  

"We're a good deal more pro-active here and have a good mix. Everyone in security is a former Seal, Recon or Ranger. You might take a little ribbing coming from the Air Force, but I think you can handle yourself."

"Whatever you wish, ma'am. Thank you."

"Oh, yes, you're welcome. Do you have any other questions?"

I listened as Christine related everything that had transpired in Italy. She emphasized the fact that Jimmy had no idea who Sella really was.

"I will keep your trust. Don't worry. We will make this work for her. Who knows, maybe there will be something more than just learning the business here, for her ...or for you." 

I picked up her phone. "Doctor, this is Alessa."

"Yes, Miss Alessa, how may I help you this morning?"

"I don't know how fast this information moved, but in case you haven't heard, we've added two members to the staff and two additional children. One, Marisella... she wants to go by Sella, underwent unbelievable physical and mental trauma about eight years ago."

"Do you know what happened?

"Sadly, it was kidnapping, rape and a knife attack which left her brutally scared. I need you to set up an appointment with them for complete physicals sometime tomorrow, since it's standard procedure for everyone; then have Doctor Runmiller talk with her and see where her head is at.

"Remember to do the same with Christine, so she doesn't realize what we're doing. Let me know when you've an idea. Thank you.

"I'm afraid I have some bad news, which your Paolo has asked me to make sure the little girls don't know about, at least not yet.

"Angelina was killed by the Mafia along with two others. They were found in her burned out car. I'll let you determine when to tell them. I'm sorry."

"Don't be. She was a cheating whore and Paolo was too blinded by love to see it. It was disgraceful and I wouldn't break his heart and tell him. What could I do?"

Before I could give an opinion, Tybal knocked on the door, indicating it was time to leave. I packed my laptop into its case and handed it to her and we all left for Beverly Hills.

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Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 31



Chapter 31

"Paolo, I still need a sperm sample I can use."

Friday, September 7th 

Paolo...

I have to admit the priest did a very nice service for Angelina. I did think there was too much singing and I know I paid for more flowers than I saw. I don't like that much singing in church. Christmas songs, Ave Maria, that's all right and Messiah at Easter. Otherwise, just be quiet.

It's too bad it was a closed casket for she was a beautiful woman, once. The hardest part of funerals was the inevitable shaking of hands with everyone that had honored you to come. A philosopher once said that funerals were for the living, to help them deal with the loss.

The way I had been feeling, a dumpster would have been too much. The thought of my years in Italy all being a sham was very sad and I began to cry, for myself and my lost marriage, for my daughters who had lost their whore of a mother and whoever loved the two dead bastards that were fucking my wife.

People at the cemetery were convinced that I was heartbroken to the point of tears. Italian men don't cry, they had too much machismo and I could hear quiet comments about how much I must have loved her from the women. I didn't know what the men were thinking and honestly didn't care. The people of this village had treated Marisella cruelly and I even considered selling everything and moving away.

It was true, I had loved her but the woman I had loved died right after we were married. The moment she tried to kill me she was a dead woman.

After the burial, attended by most of the people from the village, I went to the next town to see if the police had any leads regarding the death of my wife, her driver and my overseer.

**********

The station was in the town hall opposite of the mayor's office, probably so they could keep an eye on each other. Small town politics are the curse of the citizenry and trying to get anything done without making someone's cousin rich was sometimes next to impossible.

"Signore Vincenzi, we are very sorry but there is really no information we can find. Evidently, your wife told the other servants to go to town and see a movie. She even gave them the money to eat afterwards. Gave them the whole day off. So, as you can imagine we have no witnesses to question.

"Now, Signore, I cannot help but find it rather strange that this happened when everyone else was gone. I can only think that there was someone watching for a chance like this.

"Do you have any idea where they could have been going?"

"No, I was with the priest discussing the upcoming festival. We were shocked that it happened. Do you have any ideas? Do you think they were kidnapping her, perhaps?"

"It's possible... one can never tell these days with the damned Mafia. Please, I don't mean to be disrespectful to either you or to the memory of your wife, but I have to ask these questions and I realize that you have just buried her. Was there any insurance?"

"No, there wasn't. I have insurance to take care of her and our children but, no, she didn't. There wasn't any reason for it."

"Is there a possibility your wife was...?" I could see he was ashamed of himself as soon as he asked the question although, God willing, he would never find out how right he was.

"What! How can you ask that! She loved me; we have two wonderful children. I'm just grateful to God they weren't with her."

"Yes, about that... where are your daughters?"

"They went with their cousin to America. Marisella has been given the chance to go to Los Angeles and stay with a friend of mine there. She's hoping to go to college, possibly UCLA. After what happened..." I let my voice drop off.

The sergeant continued to write on his notepad. Without being too obvious, I tried to read but it was upside-down and his handwriting looked more like scratches than letters.

"I'm sorry about what happened to the young woman, Signore, but we're going to have to close this case. After the first kidnapping, you understand. There's nothing you can tell me? Maybe, when you've had time to think about it, please give me a call." 

He gave me his card and walked with me out to my car. I shook his hand and drove back to my villa to clean out certain things of Angelina's.

I couldn't sleep in the girls' room forever and needed to clean out the bedroom of everything she had used, including our bed. There was no way I was going to sleep in the filthy thing, now.

I called the three women working for me and taking them upstairs, told them to take all her clothes away and what they didn't want, give to the priest for charity. I let them think I couldn't live with the memories.

I had already taken Angelina's jewelry box the night before and went through it. I wasn't surprised to find things there that I hadn't given her, cheap rings and the like from her lovers.

Those went straight into the trash. The good pieces from me... half were missing. She probably sold them to support her times with Gio and Tomaso. The treachery of the bitch continued to amaze me.

I would take what was left and donate them to the church. The priest could sell them and use the money to fix up the old church a little. At least, some good would come from her death.

When the women had finished clearing out Angelina's belongings, I had the men still working for me take the furniture outside behind the outbuildings and chop them up for firewood. It was too bad, in a way, I really had liked several pieces but I knew I couldn't bear to look at them anymore.

That night, we had a big bonfire and it burned until early the next morning. The ashes of the fire flew away just as the ashes of my marriage disappeared into the night. When the firemen showed, I just told them I couldn't live with the memory and decided to destroy everything so I wouldn't have to look at it again.

I knew in my heart Marisella was never coming back so I moved into her room. The women seemed to understand and that worried me. I think they knew more than they were admitting to and were ashamed for not telling me. It is possible they didn't want to say anything to spare my feelings but I needed greater loyalty than they had shown and gave them all a year's pay and sent them away.

With the winter season soon approaching, I didn't have any need for the men, either and sent them away also. If I decided to continue producing wine grapes, I would worry about it next year.

It felt strange walking the huge empty house alone and I made a game of entering a different room each day and relearning everything that was in it. I was amazed at how much junk accumulated in just time I had been married.

When I finally got around to the girls' closet I found a small box hidden away on the top shelf under some blankets. I would have thought that in the day of the computer photographs were no longer used, but I was so wrong.

My whore of a wife had printed out photos of her and her one, two, three, four, I quit counting, men doing all sorts of things. In some, I recognized our bedroom and other rooms while others were a mystery to me. I knew I had to get a cleaning crew into the house to scrub the place down from top to bottom and dispose of anything I could see in the photos.

The woman's unfaithfulness surprised me. It was beyond just having a lover because she was lonely or wanted a child; she was an outright slut and I wondered how many men had been invited to lie between those creamy smooth thighs and enter the warm, tight wetness she offered so freely. Her constant 'headaches' all made sense, now. She wasn't even willing to try to make love with me... make love, that's a joke. It would have been just sex, another dick in her mouth or elsewhere.

In the end, I decided to gut the house and throw everything away. I didn't need everything that was in the house now that I was the only one there. Hiring a couple of men, what they didn't want became another bonfire. This one lasted almost three days and the fire truck arrived again the first day to see if everything was all right. Six cases of good wine and everyone was happy. They waved as they left me to watch my fire in peace.

I was determined not to fall into the trap of alcoholism, a strange concept considering all the wine I had stored away in the lower sections of the house.

**********

Resolved to get my health back where it should have been, I scheduled an appointment with a doctor four towns over.

You can imagine my surprise a few days later when she called and told me to meet her at the hospital immediately. 

"Signore, I'm amazed that you're still alive. You have a toxin in your blood that should have killed you."

"What! What do you mean?" I was incredulous but shouldn't have. With everything else that bitch Angelina had done to me, trying to kill me should have been expected.

"Fortunately, now that we know I can immediately start you on getting better. This particular poison causes low blood pressure and affects every organ of the body."

"Doctor, what symptoms should I have seen?" Now, I was becoming worried. I had been thinking that I was just out of shape a bit and getting older, slowing down. Now the doctor had opened an entirely new path of thought. Ah, shit.

"Low blood pressure causes fainting, dizziness and especially erectile dysfunction since the penis depends on blood pressure to become erect. You're only 52... has this been a problem with you?"

My head was reeling. What I had thought was a problem of aging was because of poison? That miserable excuse for a wife.

"Uh, yes... from about four or five months after we were married. I thought I was just getting old, you know, and never thought of something like this. Will this be fixable?"

"Yes, as I said, we can get you started today. I've already registered you and the orderly will take you up to the room. We're going to aggressively flush your blood through a dialysis machine and over the course of the next few weeks allow it to work itself out of your fatty tissue. You should be fine, hopefully in about a month.

"Your dysfunction should go away very soon as your blood pressure starts to become normal again."

I wanted to scream 'you mean my dick will work again' but that didn't seem the right thing to do. I decided to wait until I was back at the villa to do something like that.

"How do you think this happened to me? We don't use pesticides on the grapes and we don't have any poisons in the house that I know of." 

She consulted her notes as she followed the orderly wheeling me to the elevator. 

"One of the ways would be through ingestion, that is, food. Have you noticed any difference in what you had been eating?"

I thought as hard as I could and then remembered that my food always had a slightly funny taste to it. Everyone else was eating without any problems so I just thought it was me.

"Now that you mention it, my food had tasted a little off for the longest time. I just thought it had to do with age. Everyone else was eating without any complaint."

"It seems to me that someone was trying to kill you. How does your food taste now?"

She had figured it out. My food that I had fixing since everyone was let go tasted just fine like it had before I was married. I wasn't paying that much attention to it, still caught up in my own grief that my marriage had exploded around me.

"You're right, it tastes fine now. I'm fixing it myself, nothing fancy, just a little spaghetti and meat, small salad and a little vino."

"I'd like to send a technician over with you when you're released and see if he can find anything that might have caused this. Otherwise, we're going to have to look somewhere else. How often do you eat outside the house?"

"About twice a week... down at the square. I have lunch with the parish priest, we've been friendly since I came from America." '...yeah, while my wife was fucking the help.'

"Well, I think we can probably rule him out, wouldn't you say?"

My heart was at rest now. I knew the priest was innocent; it was my wife or one of the women working in the house.

"Yes, please do... as soon as possible, if you can. Would you like my house keys?"

"No, that's all right. Whatever's there will wait since I already know what the problem is."

After arriving at the hospital room and changing into the impossibly immodest gown, I was taken down to the dialysis room and spent the next three hours watching my blood flow out and back in. It was positively scary realizing how close to death I had come and for what? So my whore of a wife could cuckold me in my own bed? So she could inherit all my money and property? So she could have younger lovers at my expense, laughing the whole time? That goddamn bitch...

A day after I had torched the car, I had actually felt guilty about killing her. Now this... a heavy weight had been lifted from my soul and it all became self-defense even if I was unaware of it.

The doctor was looking for a full recovery since I had not died all this time. She thought it might be because the dosage was insufficient to kill me and just caused other problems.

**********

When the technician went into the kitchen the following week, he found a bottle that had no label and a cursory examination told him it was the cause of all my problems, my physical problems... my emotional problems, the whole damned mess.

He called the police and told them he needed a bottle to be checked for fingerprints. Even a small group of towns in southern Italy had computer access to the world and when they ran the prints, my wife's face popped up... from Interpol.

It turns out Angelina wasn't Angelina, after all. She was someone named Jovanna Vasquez from Spain and had been one step ahead of the law the whole time since she was fifteen, killing older men for their money and property. She must have been so angry when I was still walking around. I'm surprised I didn't have an 'accident' somehow.

Since I refused to die, she had taken God knows how many lovers over the years and lived the good life at my expense.

The local Carabinieri were truly able to close the case, now, they said since we all knew who she was and what she had done. Why she was dead must have still been the work of the Mafia, probably because she wasn't able to kill me. Who knows? they said to me and each other.

I was amazed at how evil she had been and how stupid I had been. The only good thing to come from our sham of a marriage were the two girls who weren't even mine.

**********

A month later, I was back in the doctor's office and she took me to her examining room.

"Paolo, please undress for me and get on the table." I was waiting for a gown but there didn't seem to be one coming.

After taking off my clothes, I hopped up onto the examining table. She pointed to my boxers and said to take them off. I was afraid this was going to be one of those 'turn your head and cough' exams and so I nervously slipped them off and tossed them onto the chair that held the rest of my clothes.

She locked the door, closed the blinds and said, "Paolo, please lie down on the table and relax. This is just a simple test to see if the treatments are working."

As I laid down and tried to relax she turned off the lights. While it was dark it was still easy enough to see with the sunlight peaking through the closed blinds.

Her fingers touched my penis and 'oh, thank God,' it sprang to life almost immediately. I haven't had that pleasure since before I married Angelina. I don't know what the good doctor thought but I joyfully felt the strain against my skin as I grew even harder with her hand moving up and down.

I moved up on my elbows, trying to see better in the dim light.

"Paolo, lay back down and let me take care of this." My legs went over the edge of the table, bent at the knees.

As her lips opened and slipped down over my oh so erect dick, I realized that she had called me 'Paolo.'

She moved her head forward against the bottom of my dick and began a shoveling motion as she came forward and down, forward and down while holding it tightly with her right hand. 

I head myself groan as her lips touched my hair and her hand moved to hold my balls warmly, gently, tightly.

She leaned over, standing between my legs, and grasping my dick began once again to move her right hand up and down and up and down.

Somehow, I was able to put my own hand out and reach for her. Her doctor's coat fell open and her breasts rose like perfection into view. Greedily, I touched one, cupping it, feeling it, rubbing the nipple gently at first.

Her thumb was rubbing against the backside of my dick while the rest of her fingers held it tightly and there in the faint light I could see such a smile on her face.

My hand left her perfect left breast and smoothed her soft hair, gaining me another smile from her entrancing face.

And she came back down, swallowing me again as I once again groaned at the intense pleasure I was receiving. I hadn't enjoyed such gratification since that one night with Angelina on our honeymoon. 

Shit, why did I have to think of her?

She pulled off her coat completely, let it fall to the floor and then took my dick in hand and rubbed the head over her right nipple. She was ticklish and laughed as her nipples on both breasts became hard and rose up.

She went down on me again, holding just the head in her mouth, surrounded by those luscious, hungry lips and began pumping my dick with a purposeful rhythm. For my part, all I could do was give low, deep groans of approval and encouragement.

If even possible, it seemed to grow some more, become even harder as she squeezed me with one hand and pushed in with the other.

Wildly aroused was I and she began kissing my balls, taking one then the other inside her mouth. I tensed up. Never had a woman done that for me, neither my first wife, God bless her soul or the lying bitch Angelina.

I don't know how she did it but she began 'deep-throating' me with an all new enthusiasm and I could feel first the slope of the back of her mouth and then suddenly sliding a ways down her throat. God, did I feel good as I spurted down her throat once, twice, I don't remember how many times and God knows I didn't care either. It seemed to go on forever.

When she finally came up, she moved next to the table and swung one leg up and over me and presented her dripping pussy to my eager mouth. I hadn't had pussy like this in years.

First putting a very friendly bit of attention to her outer lips, I licked, sliding my tongue up and down, back and forth, occasionally dipping inside and bringing out more of her incredible wetness onto my face. I could feel her start to come as her body gave a little shake, another and then a huge series of grinding movements as she pushed down onto me. 

I was trying my best to breathe through my nose and I imagined it must be like what she was feeling when she took me down her throat and had to hold her breath. In her case, though, it was as if her entire body was pushing down onto my head as she lost sight of where we were and once almost fell off the table. I was able to grab her delicious ass at the last moment and steady her and then she continued to rock against me as if nothing had happened.

My tongue found her clit standing at attention waiting for review and I applied a gentle sucking, bringing it into my mouth where I playfully brought my teeth against it. Her loud gasp and shaking of her pelvis told me that she surely enjoyed that and I decided to remember what I was doing in case we were ever again together.

She woozily got up and turned around into the famous 69-position and with her right hand grabbed my dick and put it back into her mouth. I returned to what I had been doing, carefully aware of her high-heeled shoes just inches from my head.




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She began to furiously pump my dick, watching it closely from just a few inches away. I came again and she quickly put her mouth around it, catching as much as she could, the heavy semen dripping around my dick from her mouth.

I couldn't believe I was still hard after all this. Whatever special medicines she had proscribed had definitely helped me from my depressed situation.

"Paolo, one more time, I still need a sperm sample I can use. If we are to make beautiful babies, I must know how ready you are."

Oh, God, protect me from enthusiastic women! 

*

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Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 32



'ashamed of myself, lusting after her'

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Morning, Sunday, September 9th
Alessa's apartment, The Corporation, Malibu

Maria....

"Mike, where are you?" I shuffled into the living room just wearing my robe and not much else. "Mike? What time is it, anyway? Hello, anyone here? What's this? 

'We've gone downstairs to get breakfast; you were sound asleep so we didn't want to wake you. We're bringing something back for you.' Well, that's nice. I'm going back to sleep."

Just then, the door opened and Alessa and Michael quietly walked in. Michael put the tray of food on the dining room table and pulled out a chair for Maria. Maria sat down, her mind still running through fudge. 

I sat there, while Alessa started pushing forkful and forkful of food into my mouth. The Denver omelet's tangy spices woke my mouth up and I reached for the glass of orange juice. 

I was now awake enough to take the fork and feed myself. A bite of biscuit with marmalade and I perked up, the Hunter girls coming into focus through the fog of the late evening. 

"Ohhhh... I'm getting too old for this... my head..." Even with my military training, the years difference with those girls was enough to get the better of me.

I could see Michael searching the kitchen cabinets for some aspirin. "Alessa, I can't find any aspirin. Do you have some?" 

"Kitchen cabinet... on the left..." Alessa answered while I moaned, "Ohhhh, my poor head." I rested my head on the cool glass of the table. Michael, for all his training in the Navy, had no idea what to do other than find some Tylenol or something.

"Oh, men!" Alessa pushed him out of the way and put a cold damp washcloth on my neck. "There, there, dear. Let me take care of you. Michael, why don't you go do something. Come back in an hour or so... go find Philip. Go on, get out."

I looked up. "Thank you, baby... I can't keep up with those girls."

"That's all right, dear. Michael had to kick them awake. They're just so excited, everything you've done for them and all."

I jerked up from the table. "The house! I forgot all about it. Ohhhhh..."

"Sit down, Maria, let's finish your breakfast and I'll help you get cleaned up."

Like a little girl, "OK, darling," I said, exhausted.

I wasn't surprised when Alessa turned on the shower and undressed. I think that part of our attraction for one another was our shared grief for Jim. There was no one who could remotely understand our sadness when it came to him.

When she was satisfied with the water's temperature, she took me by the hand and led me into the walk-in shower. Using a foam sponge, she gently began to soap my skin, starting with a massaging motion across my back and soon her hands were caressing my butt, her fingers slipping in between my cheeks.

Eventually, I turned around and she attended to my breasts, bringing my nipples to attention as they responded to her touch. Moving down and past my stomach, she worked the tension from my tired legs and then taking the hand-held shower attachment, sluiced my pelvis and pussy, the water bringing me close to cumming.

While I wasn't surprised, giving everything else that had happened between us in so short a time, I still was quickly aroused when she dropped to her knees and moved her tongue against me. 

Her exuberant kissing and licking soon had me stimulated enough that I orgasmed as I held her face tightly to me. The warm water splashing on us further stimulated me and I was almost shivering enthusiastically as she continued probing with her tongue and fingers.

**********

Alessa....

Michael returned exactly one hour later and I told him to sit on the couch and watch one of the Sunday morning shows.

I was pleased to see that he didn't even raise an eyebrow when he saw that I was wearing a bathrobe with a small towel on my hair. As much as Maria and I were determined to help Michael become the man he should have been, there were some advantages to having a submissive, gentle man in the household.

I had put Maria back into the bed, she was so tired and was going to let her sleep off her fatigue. 

People are so superficial, choosing a person to be with based on physical appearances, on money, on status. It's about companionship, about putting the other person ahead of yourself, about compassion.

It was easy for me to believe that even though I fell for Jimmy who had all these attributes but it never occurred to me it could have been the prime reason to do so.

There was a knock on the door and I nodded to Michael to open the door. It was Philip and I had forgotten it was time for my morning walk.

**********

Philip....

Michael opened the door and standing in the room was Miss Alessa, barefoot, wearing a bathrobe and not much else. Although I knew that he had been brought here by the colonel, it still bothered me immensely to find him there.

"Good morning, Miss Alessa. I can come back later, if you wish."

"Oh, no, I'm sorry, I forgot... I'll be ready in a few minutes. Please, sit down if you wish. Would you like something to drink?"

I wasn't thirsty or hungry for food... I was ashamed of myself, lusting after her even though Jim had only been gone a month or so. In the last two months we have been together, my interest for her has grown to be obsession.

"No, thanks, that's fine."

She went into the bedroom and to my discomfort, Michael started to follow. She gave him a look that stopped him in his tracks and he returned to the couch where he sat down. Whatever would have happened had me ill at ease for at the time, I did not appreciate the situation between the two women and Michael.

We took an SUV down to the beach; the beautiful weather made the walk rather pleasant and she liked walking along the packed, damp sand with the cool water rushing in and splashing against her light brown ankles. She carried a wide umbrella, keeping the sun from heating her too much while I carried her sandals. 

While there were a lot of people at Zuma beach, I felt it was as safe as it could be. No one knew who we were and it was considerably cooler than hiking around in the hills.

It was cool enough to be walking and warm enough that I was able to capture her scent. Each time we spend time together, I become more fascinated with her. I don't remember the last time I went to bed without thinking of her and masturbating to that fantasy.

"Philip?"

"Yes, Miss Alessa?" I almost said 'yes, darling?' I was so fucked up in my head. I knew that if I crossed the line I would have to leave. Alessa has been friendly toward me but has never given me any reason to believe it could more than that.

She was expecting with Jim's child and he's only been gone a very short while.

"Philip, Maria's going to need a driver and a van a early this week, probably Monday and she would like have you bring Michael up to speed with security measures... especially, on the firing range."

"I'll take care of it when we return. Is there anything else you'd like?" '...like my dick in your mouth?'

She looked at me... We were both wearing sunglasses and while I know I was intently gazing on her lovely face but I had no idea what she was really thinking and I was sure she had no idea what I was.

She started to raise her right hand to my cheek... and then startled by her action, stopped and headed back to the car. FUCK!

**********

Morning, Monday, September 10th

Playa del Rey on the Santa Monica Bay

Kimberly Bell....

I was glad to see that Miss Paras had rescheduled our meeting from last week and I eagerly waited for the two SUVs that finally pulled up to my real estate office and I got into the first one. 

"Good morning, everyone. Miss Paras, I've found eight houses that match what you asked for, and one that I think is wonderful. I'll save that one for last."

Two of the houses were within walking distance from the university, but each one lacked that something that Maria and the Hunter women were looking for. 'This is,' I thought, 'of a perfect case of I don't know what I want until I see it, and they just had not seen it yet.'

"You know," I said, "why don't we just go see the one I was saving for last. It's a little farther away but still very close by car. And, the view!" 'Thank God, there's no coastal fog; the weather is perfect today. This house needs a clear day to appreciate it.'

I gave directions to Rico and we headed west on Manchester to Playa del Rey.

Following an almost winding street, we found a couple of places to park and walked down the street. The homes, at least 60 years old, were surrounded by large trees and established gardens. From the street, the home didn't look very large but had a nice maintained homey feel to it. 

We walked through the house, room by room. 

"It's been added onto over the years, the last time by a retired doctor and his wife three years ago. Everything is new: electric, plumbing, heating and air-conditioning, kitchen and bathrooms. New roof and paint... As you can see, it's a ranch style but perpendicular to the street, so it fits the narrow lot. Six bedrooms... some of the rooms aren't as large some newer homes, but I want you to see this. It's a great spot for a telescope." 

I handed Brianna a pair of binoculars from my oversized bag.

I threw open the large hanging blinds and then the French doors. The Hunters stood in silence. The hilltop patio overlooked the marina just to the north and they could see all the way to Malibu. 

"I'll let you talk amongst yourselves... I'll just be on the front porch."

I walked with Rico over to the waist high brick wall and looked over to the street 100 feet below. Seemingly satisfied, we moved around the house, closely inspecting it for security concerns. He liked the idea that there were no bars on any of the windows in the neighborhood. He said he hated seeing houses that looked like prisons for the people inside, but he knew that a sophisticated alarm system would be installed. He knew they were going to take it.

"Miss Bell, how far from the back wall does the property run?"

"Let me see... it goes all the way to the cliff. There's a notation here, though, saying that the city maintains the cliff side because of the road below. That's one less worry. The geological report says the land is stable and didn't move at all during the last two 7s that rolled through here."

It was, literally, a million dollar view. The women were entranced. "My, my, my. Unbelievable."

"Look!" Passing the binoculars back and forth, they could see the people on the pleasure boats in Marina del Rey as they paraded out the channel into the very blue Pacific. "Miss Maria! Can we, this is perfect."

I felt that was a strange way to address Paras but what did I care if they bought the place?

"Well," said Paras, "let's find out what it might cost, first. Why don't you go look at the street and we what kind of people live here?"

Two of the girls ran off to the front of the house. Mrs. Hunter looked afraid to look back at Paras. Paras probably already knew this house was going to be.

I who sat down at the kitchen table with the two women. I knew exactly how much the house would cost down to the penny, but made a show of looking up the information, just enough to not look uninformed. I felt a little drama always helped with the sale. 

"Let's see... asking price is one million six. Due to the size of the lot and original age of the house, it doesn't get too many calls. Considering the view, that's really stupid. People want a new, new house, but this one might as well be. Mortgage rates are low right now. Do you want to make an offer, or look at something else?"

"Give us a couple, please."

"Sure, I'll be back on the front porch."

The two older girls had lost their enthusiasm. I could see that almost two million dollars was an unbelievable amount of money for them and they could see the dream slipping away. They had said they were afraid of having to rent a small apartment again. 

Maria....

"Mrs. Hunter, why don't you look at the boats while the older girls and I talk?"

The old woman walked slowly away and we put our heads together. 

"Maria, you can't do this. It's too much. We've done with much less, and you've already spent so much. What will Michael say?"

I was surprised that they even considered Michael's feelings.

"After last night, probably nothing. Look, you raised Michael to be what he is. The Navy may have had something to do with it but not where it really matters, that was your doing. Look at it as a gift, from me to all of you. Do you want to repaint anything? No. OK?"

"But..."

"Look, girls, no 'buts'. Do I have to remind you?"

They immediately cowered before me. It was incredible how much humans are like the lower animals, the rest of the pack acknowledging the leadership of the alpha dog... ha... in this case, I'm the alpha 'bitch.'

"Besides, you're going to have to meet with Sue Anne to furnish this place. Moreover, there's the expense of keeping this place running. I'll tell you what. Your mother volunteers at one of the local hospitals or clinics, you all study like hell and we'll call it even. Hey, don't cry... it's OK."

"Oh, Mistress Maria... I never thought someone like you existed. Thank you. We can't believe you pulled another rabbit out of the hat for us."

I looked around. "I'm going to call Michael." I punched up his number on the speed dial. "Michael... yes, I love you, too. We've found a house. I'm going to send you photos right now. Call me back when you've looked them over." 

I walked through the house, photographing each room to its best advantage. Going outside, I took pictures up and down the coast from the yard, sent the photos and finally sat down. 

"Well, now we wait."

Almost half an hour passed when he called back. "Mistress, I am sorry it took so long, but I wanted to Google the house and see the sat views. Are you comfortable with this? You don't have to buy something just because you think you should. How does Mom feel about it?"

"Here, you talk to her." I passed the phone over.

"Michael? It's beautiful, Michael. It's not as big as some of the houses around here, but, oh, Michael, it's just wonderful. Them? I can't get them to calm down. It's like they're on a sugar rush that won't quit. I'll be glad when they start school next month. Yes, she likes it... OK." She passed the phone back.

"Yes, Michael... yes, Michael... yes, Michael... Good, we'll see you later. Brianna, go get Miss Bell, please."

Within moments, the broker came back. "Yes, ladies. Have we decided?"

There was silence at the table until I gave the mother a nudge under the table. "Uh... we, uh... we would like to make an offer..." Another nudge came. "...for the one million five, uh... cash. How soon can we have an answer?"

Bell put one finger up in the air and called the owners. After a little back and forth, for she dropped the offer two hundred thousand, which was finally accepted, she declared the property sold and indicated the sale would be finalized by the end of the week. 

I appreciated the work the broker did to save me that much money. 'Well, that'll cover the cost of the cars and the furniture.'

"Mrs. Hunter have a cashier's check for the full amount. Please help her get the utilities connected so that by Friday afternoon she can get furniture in. We'll need a copy of the room dimensions."

"I'll put everything on an email to you today. Is that all right?"

"That's great. Would you like to have lunch with us?"

"I'd love to, but I'm going to get going on the paperwork for this. Another time?"

Bell walked through the house, making sure that everything was locked. I saw how she was smiling. Her commission for a few hours work was almost $84 thousand. 

After she left the SUV, I asked Rico to make sure Bell got five cases of Dom Perignon as a thank you.

"Mrs. Hunter." I vowed I'd never call her 'mom' or anything like that for what she did to Michael. The girls, that's another matter but since they've transferred their loyalty to me, I decided to carefully work with them and slowly change their attitudes toward men.

"...after the email files come through, make an appointment with Sue Anne for the furniture. Tell her to put it on my account."

"Don't worry, dear, we'll be out of your place as soon as we can."



Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 33



Chapter 33

It thrilled me to touch him there

Mid-afternoon, Wednesday, October 17th 

Malibu

Alessa....

It had been ten weeks since I watched my Jimmy slip away and forever enter the world of memories. Whatever future we had promised one another was dead and buried along with him. I was amazed how I seemed to be repeating my mother's life.

I sat behind my desk nervously tapping my long fingernails on the polished mahogany surface. 'Click... click... click...' went my fingers. I wondered how long it would take before the scratches would have to be polished out.

I glanced at my wristwatch. It was three minutes later than the last time.

'Where is he? He knows I don't like waiting.'

The day, mercifully short for once, was winding down and my last appointment had been sent to Kevin Sales and two division directors to finalize supply contracts for the new satellite program.

By my count, I was three months pregnant and like many women, I could pinpoint the exact moment it happened. I would have Jimmy's baby but I was bothered how like my mother I had become and how much different I had become. 

I had nightmares. I'm walking out on the stage with Maury and pointing to different me, saying they're the father and then they're not and they jump up and down and run out. It happened at least twice a week and I always woke up sweating and moaning and waking Maria. God bless her, she would move over and hold me until we both fell asleep again.

I carefully folded my hands across my stomach and felt the small bulge holding his child. While Maria constantly told me I was as beautiful as the first night we had spent together, I was no fool and could feel myself growing larger each moment with the baby. 

Already my tailored skirts and blouses had been replaced twice with larger sizes and I dreaded the day I would have to wear 'official' maternity clothes. It wasn't so much the idea of being pregnant that bothered me as the poor fashions available and I refused to throw good money away on something that I would only wear for a few months.

Outside my tinted windows, the afternoon sun hung lower on the hazy horizon but my watch told me it was only three o'clock. Time was dragging.

'Click... click... click...' went my fingers.

I checked my watch again... only four minutes later. 'Where the fuck was he? Goddamned men... all the fucking same.' Whatever joyful attitude I had when I first came down to Malibu had been crushed by the events that followed.

I hated waiting and reached for my bowl of Oreos before I remembered they were all gone, taken away by my OB-GYN. Damn!

I started to cry. What was happening to me? Not so much the physical changes with the baby, but just the way I was reacting to things. I've never been so frustrated in my life.

Jimmy's death was... damn, I still hadn't come to terms with it. 'Closure,' they tried to call it. Can you truly have closure with a loved one dying? Or, do you try and sequester it into a special place in your heart and try to stay alive as best you can? 

There was a friendly knock on the doorway and I looked up. Philip had finally arrived again to accompany me for the second daily walk around the property. 

'It's about fucking time...' I thought and then realized he was on time. 'Well, screw it!'

Sometimes I felt like a dog that had to be taken out several times a day.

'A dog! That's an idea if it's a boy!'

As expected, he was carrying the small cooler with my afternoon snacks and water. Katherine Mayes, my on-staff OBGYN, made me swear I would snack during the day on what she demanded I eat. It was much healthier for both the baby and me to spread the extra calories out.

"Good afternoon, Miss Alessa." He walked over to me, his body so close to mine. I inhaled sharply, my heart beating faster as he drew near. I thought I could smell his masculinity. Surrounded by women the entire day and Michael at night, Philip was the only overtly available man in my life that it was driving me wild.

What the hell was I thinking? Jimmy's only been gone for ten weeks and I'm thinking about another man? What was I, some kind of whore? ...a slut? ...willing to jump at the first handsome man that... did I just say he was handsome? Oh, God, I needed to get some help from somebody.

Philip....

"Philip, please get me a peach or something from the 'fridge.' I'm feeling a little dizzy. Where were you, Philip? I was... oh, Jesus, I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"It's all right, Miss Alessa," I replied. "Remember, the doctor said that mood swings were normal. I'm sorry I was late but there was a problem with security I had to take care of before we could go outside."

"A problem?"

"Yes... it's been taken care of. Nothing to worry your pretty little head about but if you want a full report I can have one on your desk in the next half-hour."

"No, Philip. I'm a firm believer in letting people do what they do best. If I didn't trust your judgment... well, you know." She was looking at me strangely; it seemed she was breathing faster for some reason.

I walked behind her desk and opened the small refrigerator. Pulling out the fruit, I put it on a plate stacked next the printer and brought it over to her desk and cut it into small pieces. 

"Remember what the doctor said, Miss Lane... your hormones are causing your blood pressure to change because of the baby and your blood sugar is probably a little low right now. Here, let me help you."

I don't know why but I picked up a piece of fruit and held it to her so incredible lips. 

Alessa....

I remembered the night that Jimmy had done that with me. I suddenly wished I didn't think about that and I started to tear up.

"Did I do something wrong, Miss Alessa?" Philip nervously asked.

"Oh, no, it's just me being a little silly, that's all. Please give me another piece."

This time, when he approached me I playfully opened my lips and when his fingers were close enough, sucked them in, running my tongue all over. I was becoming an unmerciful tease... to my shame, I was becoming a cock-teaser. Oh, God.

Philip....

To say I was amazed at her behavior was a total understatement but thought it had to do with her pregnancy. I hadn't much experience with pregnant women before, just a sister; there wasn't much chance of that while I was in the Marines and now this...

I had talked with her doctor enough to know what to watch for. 

One of the things I couldn't help but notice over the last few weeks was the size of her breasts. Although I wasn't quite sure, I felt that she had definitely become a good 36 C cup and it was making me insane, I wanted to touch her so badly I would become erect just thinking about it.

Doctor Mayes had definitely told me that her breasts were going to be sore for a time. She insisted that I be careful and make sure that nothing caused her any pain. What did she think we were doing? As much as I was dying to touch her, to kiss her, to make her mine... I tried to remain... 'damned horny is what I am...' I thought to myself. 'Jesus, what I wouldn't give to lick those tits right now.'

I was feeling like a husband without any of privileges. 

Alessa....

Somehow, I was constantly thinking about him next to me, kissing, licking, biting my nipples. My breasts had finally stopped being sore all the time but my nipples maintained a constant state of hardness, much to my embarrassment. My bras had all been replaced by some very comfortable sports bras but I still looked like a woman in heat. 

'God, how I must look to him... how I must look to everyone... they've become so heavy... and I had wished for bigger breasts... what was I thinking?'

"Are you feeling all right, Miss Alessa? We can cut short our walk if you'd like?"

'Oh, God, that's the last thing I want to do.' "No, Philip, that's OK, I'll be fine in a few minutes. I need to go to the bathroom first."

He extended his hand and helped me up. I could feel him following me with his eyes as I walked into my office bathroom 

I opened another box of liners. I had been leaking quite a bit. The doctor told me it was completely normal and to be expected but it still felt embarrassing. I realized the hormones were doing it and it was to help fight infections. Just the same, I was constantly uncomfortable doing business with wet underwear and had to visit the bathroom several times each day.

"I brought your windbreaker. It's finally starting to get chilly outside."

"I'm pregnant, Philip, not sick," I protested while allowing him to help me put on the jacket. While everyone had a protective mood toward me, Philip was especially considerate... 'no... protective,' I thought, 'almost possessive of me, just as Jimmy had been.' Why was I always putting Philip and Jimmy in the same sentence? Were they becoming one and the same in my heart?

I was very aware of his arm sheltering my shoulders as we went walking but said nothing even though sometimes his hand seemed to wander down and caress my right breast and sometimes I would 'stumble' so that he could hold me tightly to him. 

I sometimes felt like a flirt, sometimes like a slut, dreaming of him at night, playing a dangerous game that I stupidly never thought might cause us both a lifetime of regret.

Once in a while it was obvious to me that he was fully erect and trying unsuccessfully to hide it and once had let my hand 'accidently' rest there for a moment as he was zipping up my jacket.

The word 'cockteaser' floated again just beneath the surface of my mind and strangely thrilled me to touch him there, 'accidently' running my fingers against his dick down to its head and back up again. I could feel him twitch beneath my hand and had looked him straight in the eye smiling as I did it. He neither tried to stop me nor did I volunteer to, either.

What WAS I thinking? I never occurred to me what it might have been doing to him, I thought, naively enough, that it was all in good fun and just taking the 'edge' off my need for a man's touch.

I had been a virgin until that night with Jimmy in San Francisco and I missed the sensation of a strong man touching me, kissing me, entering me, bringing me a Fourth of July each time.

I had only the two weeks with Jimmy before he was gone... and yet, they were almost a lifetime by themselves.

I had liked Philip ever since moving from San Francisco and still considered him as a potential lover and possible husband since Jimmy died. It was a strange reaction, I believed, possibly inbred over millennia for a woman to seek a new guardian when her mate died or became too old or feeble to provide. The hunt for the 'alpha male' is the strong prerogative of 'alpha females' as I now considered myself, at least outside the bedroom. I kept the idea to myself... 'at least,' I thought, 'for the moment.'

My love for Jimmy was locked deep in my memory and at that time I had no desire to confuse my feelings for him with another man, although I admitted to myself, I enjoyed touching Philip and watching him react. 

'I'll bet he goes crazy when I touch him there... I've seen how he acts around me. God, I was such a cockteasing slut, I can't believe it.' From what I had been able to read, pregnant women become very sexually aroused toward the middle trimester and I was just entering that time.

We walked down the hallway toward the elevators. I saw how the other women, especially Mary, looked at us as we passed by.

'What were they thinking? I needed my exercise, the doctor said so.' The truth was, even I didn't believe that anymore. I could have just walked around the building with one of the nurses.

Now... I was in a comfortable relationship with Maria and could not see myself living with anyone else. The companionship and passion she brought to me were different from what I had lost but was still obsessive on its own merits.

It was such a strange twist of fate how my life was turning out.

With everything else that had happened no one in the Malibu installation was going to let anything else happen to me now, either out of genuine compassion or the knowledge that the corporation was now wholly dependent on my small-handpicked team of women. 

Philip accompanied me outside and two others, both heavily armed, immediately joined us. They drove an electric cart should they have to rush me back into the building.

They did their best to maintain security without turning the installation into a prison for the people living there.

In a few months, it would not be possible for me to take the steep trail up into the hills to Jimmy's gravesite memorial. Maria and I had decided to keep Jimmy on the land he had worked so hard for near the people he had so generously helped.

The weather would change and I would be unable to make the journey up the muddy hillside. 'Where we would go then was still open to question but,' I thought, 'would probably be in the long boring, very public corridors of the building.'

I walked along the steep path, easily leaning into Philip's side, resting my head against him. The distance I so easily ran just two months earlier was now taking much longer and I stopped several times to rest. The doctor told me my fatigue was due more to my emotional state and workload that anything else.

Whether the two other men noticed the change in my behavior toward Philip or not, I'm sure they knew enough to keep the knowledge to themselves.

Whatever I did was accepted by everyone at the Malibu headquarters and the only one I seemed to almost acknowledge publically as my equal was Maria. 

Whenever I left the sanctity of our apartment, I was the dominant force behind the corporation and even Maria respected and followed my wishes. Only Kevin knew that when Maria and I were alone our roles reversed. Maria somehow became the dominant personality and for some reason my submissive behavior suited what I thought was my more feminine side. What would she think about my attraction to Philip? I didn't see the situation with Michael getting better anytime soon.

It seemed like the ying and the yang of our lives kept flipping and changing directions.

We wanted to have a portrait of Jimmy hanging on the apartment wall. After looking for days we found just the right photograph: he was sitting on the beach looking at the water with a far-away look in his eyes and a smile on his lips. It must have been taken during one of the summer beach picnics several years earlier.

We refused to even consider one of him in full-dress uniform; it would have been too painful and a constant reminder of his unnecessary death. I think we both would have accepted his death during that last fateful mission if it had been worth dying for but the crash was senseless.

Until his child was old enough to understand, all his medals, including the Medal of Honor, were in a locked drawer that we would never open.

While he never felt he deserved the one he was awarded for Kosovo, we knew he more than deserved one for that last mission which saved most of the West Coast.

As was my custom, each day I stopped at the memorial and knelt down to pray. Once it was obvious I was going to do this every day, Philip quickly had a park bench brought up and a cement pad constructed in such a way that it did not intrude on the sacred ground. On the cart were the cushions I would kneel on twice each day.

Maria had taught me how to say the rosary and the Catholic prayers for the dead. Ever since he was interred, I had set aside my Baptist background in deference to his beliefs and followed my new ritual, staying for a long time, sometimes as long as an hour or until the weather was too uncomfortable to stay.

Philip....

It should have been obvious to me that I was falling in love with her, breaking the most important rule: never get emotionally involved with those you are responsible for. I could not help it. From the first moment I saw her I was entranced by her beauty and kindness. 

Since Jim had died, true to his wishes I had been with her constantly outside of her office and personal quarters. I was willing to go to hell for what I wanted to do with her.

Alessa....

Toward the late afternoon I began to miss my Maria and wished the day would just end. I wasn't sure whether it was the new and different flood of hormones flowing through my body or just the idea I had someone to love and care for me. 

I had never considered myself a lesbian. I think I am bisexual and for some reason that didn't seem to bother me at all. How it never occurred to me before, I have no idea other than I was too busy to have a social life at all.

As much as Philip interested me, I vowed to be faithful to Maria as long as I could.

It was common knowledge among the military personnel that Maria was expecting some sort of reprisal from the Jihadists and wanted to be prepared.

She was still in the intelligence wing overseeing the aftermath of the Pacific event and probably would not be home until late. The United States was going to retaliate against the Chinese, the North Koreans and the Islamic militants. The only questions remaining were when, where and how hard. Maria had her own ideas toward that end and had already made contingency plans. She vowed a surprise for not only our enemies but the Pentagon as well.

Revenge may be best served cold as long as the passion remained hot and I was more than willing to throw the entire financial might of the Corporation behind whatever she wanted to do.

Although I now had the clearances to see what was happening I had only gone there one time to see what the facility looked like. We stayed true to our personal agreement regarding the separate aspects of the corporation and the only time I ever called her was that sad day he left us.

Returning to my office, Philip unfolded a small table and then opened the small refrigerator behind my desk taking out some cottage cheese, a banana and small bottle of water. Carefully arranging everything as he knew I liked it, he waited while I finished talking to Mary Tybal in the outer office.

"Thank you, Philip," I said as graciously as possible, knowing full well how I was affecting him and trying to walk a very dangerous tightrope between heaven and hell for both of us. And as much as I knew I should, I couldn't help wanting to have him hold me to him.

Philip....

I watched as she sat down on the sofa and started to eat the mid-afternoon snack. Knowing I would never have met her if not for the general, I had no wish to disrespect the man or his woman. Just the same, being in the same room delighted me. It was her name I whispered every night in the dark as I masturbated in my bed.

Every night, I pictured her breasts, touching their heaviness in my imagination, kissing their excited nipples that I could see every day when we went for our daily walks.

Every night, I pictured the crease between her legs, where my friend Jim had entered and left her with child, where I craved to put my face and extend my tongue between her lips and lap up her sweet nectar, pausing at her clit and tantalizing it with my affection.

Every night, I dreamed of the fine ass she has, the curve just a little more interesting, her cheeks straining against the tight clothes she still wears, how I longed to put myself deep within her ass, feeling the tightness, feeling the warmth, feeling the rush and wetness as my sperm would blast into her swimming to no avail for they had taken the wrong turn.

Every night I came hard dreaming of her beneath me, writhing, squirming, thrashing about in ecstasy as I pounded into her over and over saying her name, 'Alessa,' as it sounded like music to my heart.

Every night I wanted her so badly I could taste it as my hand rubbed faster and faster trying to bring me to some kind of release, a release never good enough, never good enough, never good enough...




Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 33



Damn it, I always woke up exhausted with never enough sleep and damp bedding.

Alessa....

Dr. Mayes gave me a check-up daily and monitored the baby's progress. When she could, Maria would accompany me to the clinic otherwise it was Philip, although lately I've noticed Philip is there whether he needs to be or not.

She was the one that came up with my diet, especially the constant snacks during the day. 

Yogurts, smoothies, cottage cheese, cheese wedges, string cheese, cans of fruit packed in its own juice and boxes of raisins or nuts... there was enough variety there that I wasn't going to go mad eating the same thing over and over.

I refused to eat the granola bars because the grains would stick in-between my teeth and bother me until I could brush them out... and they looked like bits of sawdust glued together.

Philip decided to add the fresh fruit when we were walking outside because, he said, 'we could just throw the leftovers out into the brush where they would break down and help fertilize the grounds.'

And so he plied me with bananas, apples and oranges, also almost demanding that I drink plenty of milk for the protein and Vitamin D.

For her part, Sue Anne had prepared several batches until she found just the right recipe using apple sauce and no fats and Maria watched me like a hawk when we had breakfast and dinner.

How I craved some of the candy I had become addicted to. All gone were my chocolates and cookies, the greatest junk food ever created by man and how nature was so cruel that the things I desired where the exact things I couldn't have.

"Alessa, it's vital that you follow these guidelines," Dr. Mayes had said, "if you want this baby to be healthy. Let me put it this way: the less junk you eat now, the less junk weight you'll have to lose later."

THAT had gotten my attention. I had once joked with Jim that all the good food here was going to get me fat and we were going to have to 'exercise' together to keep my weight down. Instead, he's gone and I'm going to gain a huge amount before this child is born.

***********

We had an intimate dinner on our balcony. In the near silence of the evening, the distant sound of the waves hitting the beach served as background music to our conversation. Although the food was prepared by the staff, I still felt it was my responsibility to serve it to Maria.

The role I had so desired as Jimmy's wife had been offered to and accepted by Maria. I wasn't sure why but Maria was the dominant personality behind closed doors; it was a conundrum that I was willing to accept.

Late in that evening, we exchanged rings, three one-carat emeralds each set in platinum, symbolizing our love for each other and Jimmy. So impossible to ignore the presence of the man who made our lifestyle possible, we felt the middle stone would forever keep his memory secure in our hearts. The platinum setting indicated that we were two women together, something that I didn't know at the time.

We discussed registering a domestic partnership with the state but were still unsure what would happened with Michael. I was still confused what I was going to finally do about Philip.

Just before noon, Hawaiian time... 

Nakamura residence, Oahu

Bobby....

Each day, Sayomi and I took a light picnic cooler with us and walked down our path to the beach. 'Alone time' together was vital to building our new life together and the beach offered a public venue where constantly making love was not an option. It was important to connect in other ways besides me buried deep inside her.

After meeting the feral pigs a few nights before, I took to carrying my Glock in the waistband behind my back. My confidence in its hidden deadly power outweighed the possible shock value it might have had on the women of the family.

Even with the excitement of flying supersonic fighters thrown into the mix, I realized Sayomi was far more important than any life in the military. She had filled a missing part of my life that I had not even known was even gone... until now. I could envision no other existence.

As the sun rose higher in the incredibly blue sky, we moved under some palm trees that offered a good deal of shade. 

Lying on the blanket close enough to feel the spray from the surf, I held her hand and then noticed she was not wearing the ring. "Sayomi, you don't like the ring?"

"Oh, Bobby... my ring is more important to me than almost anything. I didn't want to lose it here at the beach. Did I upset you, my husband?"

"Uh... well, that's OK, I get it. Maybe we could look at getting something else."

"Please... no. Bobby, I have what you gave me and that is all I want. I will wear it when we are in the house and... you know..." 

She rolled over to kiss me. "What would you like to do, my husband... just tell me, I am yours." Without even looking around, she slipped her hand inside my trunks and stroked me. I was almost instantly hard and started to leak.

She took her wet fingers to her lips and licked them dry. Damn! Problem was, though, now I was so hard and there was no way I was getting us in jail for public whatever.

I observed that when we were alone or with the family she became a meek compliant wife with a magic libido that didn't stop as long as we both were awake, only to return to her inflexible personality when in public. I guess this was the same as being alone.

'Two sides of the same coin,' I thought. 'Well... better than the other way around.'

I wanted to go swimming but worried about my gun. Taking it with me into the water was not possible nor could I reasonably leave it where we were without worrying about someone stealing it. I started to think about getting a waterproof bag for it.

"Hey, Osborne! How's married life?" The figure stood with his back to the sun, his face almost disappearing in the shadow.

"Phelps, is that you? How are you feeling?" I jumped up and patted him on the back. "When did they let you out? I called yesterday but they said you were still asleep."

"I got out this morning. I called Sayomi's house and they told me you were down here. What the hell, man? I had to call several times... some crazy woman kept hanging up on me."

"That crazy bitch is one of Sayomi's aunts. She's a witch, she is. Enough of that; sit down, man." I turned to my wife who had been lying on her stomach, her large sun hat shielding her head from the heat and her fine Asian ass right there for the world to enjoy. 

"Sayomi, baby... you remember Phelps, the other pilot? He just got out this morning."

She turned her head slightly. "Good morning, Lieutenant Phelps. I am glad that you are all right... do you have to go back for any follow-ups?"

"Yes, ma'am... in two weeks. I am sorry that I missed the wedding."

"That was just a civil union thing. The real wedding is still a while away."

"Oh?"

"Well, yeah, Sayomi and her mother are working hard to put together one hell of a wedding. It will be a Buddhist ceremony. Would you be my best man? Sayomi, is there even a best man?"

"You bet! Thanks." Phelps finally sat down on the sand. Sayomi was lost to the world, eyes closed and one hand hidden under her waist. Jesus Christ! What kind of woman had I married. She wasn't kidding when she said she had a lot to make up for. Thank God it's with me and not sleeping around. She's with me every second of the day unless she's with her mother and I know that lady would never let Sayomi stray over the line.

Sayomi gave a little moan and shudder. Damn! No shame... I had better get her out of there and cool her off.

I opened the cooler and pulled out a beer, handing it to my former wingman. "There's plenty of food and beer. Help yourself. Do me a favor, would you?"

"Sure... free food and beer... no problemo, mi amigo."

I pulled out my gun and handed it to Phelps. "Keep an eye on this for a while; I'd like to go swimming with my wife. You came at just the right time, my friend. C'mon, Sayomi... let's get wet." 

I reached down and lifted my lissome wife into my arms and carried her out into the surf. 

Sayomi....

I just knew that Bobby had known what I had done. I guess it had been impossible to miss it and if his friend noticed, he was a gentleman enough to not say anything.

I began to hum in his ear as the excitement of his roving hands on my butt quickly was bringing me to a subtle orgasm. With my arms around his neck, I kissed him as he walked out until the water was too deep to continue. 

The relative coolness of the water calmed me down a little but as he gently floated me in the water I could not help myself and reached for him, squeezing his growing hardness even though the water was cooler than the sand, causing him to groan and almost drop me beneath the surface.

"Bobbeeeeee!!! Don't drop mmmeeeeee!!! It's cold!!! Ohhhh, myyyyyy butt!"

He tried his best but the next wave came in much higher than the others and knocked him over, dumping me into the white blue-green foam. We both came up sputtering and I dug my palms into the water and splashed his face.

"Why... you little minx! I'll get you... you just wait! Hey! Come back here!" 

I took off to deeper water laughing at him. "OK, tough guy... try and catch me! I'm a mermaid... I'm gone," and I dove under the water and swam further out. Coming up, though, I couldn't find him and treaded water looking. "Bobby? Bobby?" Something brushed my leg... Oh, shit! Shark!!! Now, I felt a hand and a tug and then felt myself exposed to the water. 

Like a breaching whale, Bob flew into the air holding my bikini bottom. "What's the matter, my little mermaid? Catch me, huh?" 

"Give me that, you... you... you, man! How dare..." I stopped, hand to my mouth. "Oh, my husband, I am so sorry... please, forgive me. I..." I had forgotten my secret vow to be his submissive wife in all things personal and was ashamed that I had broken my promise once again. I knew I would have to make amends later this evening. He would never know why I was going to do what I was going to do, just that it was done.

"C'mere you... I guess I'm going to have to teach you a little lesson."

Bobby....

She slowly swam closer... into my arms that quickly enclosed her. Before she could say another word in her defense, I kissed her salty lips, her salty cheeks, her salty hair. 

"Sayomi, Baby... I told you I would never be angry with you... you are my love and my wife. I love you."

Her tears disappeared into the salty water of the Pacific and we floated together as the incoming waves moved us up and down. 

"I believe this belongs to you." I held out her swimsuit bottom. "May I help you put this back on... truly shameful."

"Yes, kind sir, please do, before my husband discovers that we're together."

"The man must be a fool to leave you alone..." I was trying to tie it back on but my fingers kept caressing her body and she could not hold still.

"Uh... I suppose... he's a... oh, Bobby... you're... oh, jeeze..."

"Stop squirming, you dingdong... I'm going to lose it."

She shuddered against me. I was delirious... the more we had sex, the easier her orgasms came. 

"I... ummm, I already lost it, my husband."

Finally walking out of the water, Sayomi headed back to the blanket where she had left some towels. Although she dried herself off the best she could, the lightweight suit clung to her slim body and whatever it had been able to hide earlier was now on display for the entire world to enjoy. Looking at her breasts, I guess she was right, the water was colder than we had thought.

Sayomi and her mother had prepared a lunch of cold fried chicken, cold pizza and several pasta salads. Soon, she was freely talking with Ryan Phelps, my wingman. While I was glad that my wife was comfortable with my friend, I noticed the subtle change in her manner as she shed her submissive behavior just as she had shed the seawater from her body.

When Ryan left to go to the public restrooms, I asked if it would be all right to invite him to the house.

She immediately returned to her submissive role and suggested that we call the house. While she spoke to her mother on the cell phone, I started packing up the picnic. Sayomi gave me an almost frightened look. "Bobby... please, that is my duty. I would be dishonored if you do not let me clean up. Please, Bobby."

I stopped, surprised at my wife's discomfort. "I'm sorry, darling, if it means that much to you."

Still kneeling on the sand, she bowed low and then hurriedly packed up the remaining picnic items. Ryan returned. She looked at me for permission to speak and as I nodded, she said, "Lieutenant, we would be very honored if you would come to our home and visit for a while."

"Thank you very much, Mrs. Osborne. I would be glad to. Please let me carry that cooler for you. Here, Bob." 

Ryan handed back the Glock automatic and grabbed up the cooler. "My car is parked on the other side of the road."

Ryan....

Carefully following the newlyweds across the highway, I led them to my car and following her directions, made our way up the path through the valley to Sayomi's home. I felt a tang of regret for like Osborne, my life had been empty of companionship. Watching them walking hand in hand to the house, the newlywed couple only reminded me that time was also passing me by.

I was ashamed of myself, my eyes glued on her ass. Each step she took she swung a little back and forth and that still wet bathing suit clung right up into her crack. I had to look away before I showed my interest in her through the bulge in my pants.

In time we reached the house and walked around the back to the veranda. I carried the picnic cooler into the house with Sayomi and returned outside with a six pack of beer. 

Sayomi....

Bobby had already gone into the teahouse and was showering off the salty water when I joined him. "May I come in, my husband?"

His answer was to pull me into the shower, his hands immediately cupping my breasts and gently squeezing my nipples. I tried not to but still gave out a series of moans His hands roamed over them like he was trying to make bread and then he took his right ring finger and slipped it inside. I began to squeezing my own breasts, rolling the now hard nipples between my fingertips and when he took them away to start sucking, I moved my hand down between my legs and sunk my fingers inside myself.

He stopped sucking, grabbed me up and took me to bed. As wet as we were, he laid me down on the sheets and immediately put his fingers back inside, rubbing his thumb against my clit that was demanding attention of its own.

He told me to roll over onto my stomach and I was sure that he wanted to put it up my butt. Whenever we are going to bed, I always clean myself. Bobby pulled my hips up, forcing my face into the pillow and squashing my breasts out to the sides.

All this time, I was making short, high pitched moans as he put his right hand's four fingers deep inside me and used his thumb to invade my hole. He started pushing into and pulling out of me with that thumb, driving my mad with an insane desire to have him just stick it in and be done with it.

With his thumb in my ass and his fingers still deep inside, he actually lifted me up so that my butt was high in the air. His left hand had burrowed beneath me and the sheets and with his hand completely under my breasts, he began to knead me again, my nipple between his second and third finger. My small little moans continued as I went 'uh... uh... uh...' like a little schoolgirl.

Suddenly, he picked me up from behind and with me sitting on my spread knees, he changed hands, putting his left now deep inside while his right began its own attack on my nipples. I threw my head back against his shoulder, exposing my neck to him, wondering if he was going to give me another hickey like the one last night.

There was a new-found strength, almost a roughness in his treatment of me that I didn't understand but knew that we were going swimming more often if this was the result of the seawater soaking us.

I had my eyes closed tightly, waiting for his next move and then he rolled me over onto my back again. His right thumb found its way back into my pussy while his left was possessing my clit. I still had my eyes closed and my mouth was slightly open, this time starting to drool. 

I was wide open for anyone to see if they had walked in. I reached for his dick, strong and hard and long. I began touching it, squeezing it with my own rhythms and then my finger touched upon his leaking fluids. I took some to my lips and licked them. As many times as I have done this since we decided to live together as husband and wife, I never have grown tired of its slick, sticky texture and slightly salty taste. What I liked about it is that its stickiness kept it on my tongue and I continued to taste its flavor long after I had finished holding him. In a way, it was like that aftertaste after you've eaten some salted cashews.

He got on the bed and laid down on his back, his head away from me and I knew he wanted me to orally satisfy him. I loved doing it. Beside the flavor and heat of his semen, I had the happiness bringing my husband satisfaction. I never wanted him to regret agreeing to marry me.

I held it with my left hand and began to slowly bob my head up and down, engulfing it on each downward movement. The first time I had done it, I was moving my hand so fast he had to stop me, telling me that it was hurting.

I went all the way down, burying my nose into his pubic hair. Coming back up, I released it from my lips and began kissing and licking the underside. When Bobby was with my father, I went on the computer to find videos showing men and women to get ideas to please my loving husband.

I wiggled my tongue on the head of his dick and then began sucking it all the way into my mouth. The 'squooshy' noises were filling the room as well as the aroma of his ministrations inside my pussy and his dick.

I spread my legs and moved over him and he began holding my breasts again, this time much more gently, sensing that they were very sensitive right then. I reached behind my for his dick, moved it until it found my pussy and slowly slid it in. I loved the feeling as it widened me to accept it's width. Holding my pelvis as high as he needed, he began to slowly pound me. My almost non-stop moans must have gratefully aroused him for he quickly picked up the pace and soon had my breasts bouncing back and forth as he slammed forcefully into me from behind.

All this fingering, touching, fucking... I came hard... and again. It was enough to trigger his own orgasm and he filled me with his hot white thick cum.

While Bobby showered again, I lay on the bed, trying to calm down enough that I could get up, shower again myself and put on a simple kimono for the remainder of the evening. My legs were still shaking a bit when I swung them around and sat up on the edge of the bed.

'Yes,' I promised myself, 'we're going swimming as often as we can.' 

Bobby and the lieutenant sat on the veranda looking out at the Pacific. I went to the kitchen and brought back snacks and drinks. Although both men included me in the conversation, I preferred to stay true to my vow of the submissive wife and mostly listened to their talk of flying. Bobby spoke of his luck in marrying me, causing ne to blush and cover my face with my hands. My thoughts reinforced my decision to follow his choices in our marriage.

"I wish that I had the chance to meet her before you did, Bob. I've really got to find someone. My life can't go on like this. Man... that plane crash... I don't know what happened with the general's ejection seat. I think the plane wasn't going fast enough to blow the canopy back like it should have."

My mother appeared in the doorway. Both men immediately stood up. I looked at Bobby and then spoke, "Mother, this is Lieutenant Ryan Phelps. He is... was Bobby's wingman." My mother smiled at the visitor and then spoke to me in Japanese. I shyly answered back.




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"I would be most honored if you would stay with us for dinner, Lieutenant. Bobby has told us of that day. Please, stay."

"I would be most delighted, ma'am. Thank you very much."

At dinner, my mother and I served the food. Two place settings remained empty, my miserable aunts deciding to stay in their rooms rather than have anything to do with Bobby or his friend, Ryan. While my parents considered it another affront in a long line of disgraceful actions, I was glad that his friend would not be subjected to discourtesy he had come to expect from Sayomi's aunts.

My father began to speak. "You must spend the night, Lieutenant. We have a spare bedroom and plenty of room. Please... I would like to speak more with you about the aircraft carrier. Bobby has been somewhat reluctant talking about his time aboard the ship."

"Yes, sir... thank you. I'm surprised, though. Bob has always had the problem of talking too much. Maybe marriage has settled him down a bit." Ryan glanced at Bobby and then saw me giggling behind my hands. 

"I have GOT to find me a woman like her!" he said to Bobby, causing me to laugh even more. If only he knew!

The rest of the evening was filled with Ryan's version of their flying exploits and time in Japan. He moved his hands around like battling aircraft while explaining exactly what he and Bob had done over Iraq and then chasing the Somali pirates. A small cruise-liner with a little over two hundred people aboard was attacked. Bob and Ryan flew a mission to drive them off, coming in at wave-top height and 700 miles per hour. A mile away from the pirates, they sped up to over a thousand and the shock wave hitting the Somali boats sunk them. Later, a US Navy vessel plucked them out of the water and arrested them for piracy.

Ryan seemed to have story after story while I kept watching the clock wondering when Bobby and I could go back to bed. He kept talking, oblivious to the time. I think he was just lonely and needed an audience. Next time, though, I was going to make sure that Bobby and I went to bed at ten.

It was close to midnight when our small party broke up. I showed Ryan my bedroom to use for the night and then left with Bobby back to the teahouse. We were both so tired that we quickly fell asleep.

*

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Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 34



 Chapter 34

"You little love struck angel..."

Copyright @ calibeachgirl

All rights reserved, 2010

Mid-morning, December 15th 

The Crowell Corporation, Malibu

Philip....

I was at a loss. My intense feelings for Alessa were sure to bring me trouble... if not professionally, then surely emotionally.

I refused to leave her to someone else. When Jim Crowell had assigned me to guard his fiancé little did he know he would be condemning me to an existence of agonizing emotional torment.

As her pregnancy advanced, I found her even more beautiful. Her slim figure had softened with the weight gain; she had more pronounced curves and continued to give me frustrated nights alone.

Each morning I rushed to be by her side knowing that it was all in vain. Whatever she had planned after the baby was born, she did not share with me and there was no way I could ask her without it being awkward for us.

Lately, though, she had surprised me during our daily walks ... quietly accepting my touch and physically moving closer as I held her about the waist while we visited toward his memorial. My companions, loyal to both of us, kept themselves present but almost invisible as they walked farther back.

**********

This morning, though, I could sense a change in the air as we carefully walked up the path into the hills. She knelt down and said not a prayer but more of an almost silent conversation with the spirit of Jim Crowell yet still loud enough for me to hear. I sometimes wonder whether she was speaking to a ghost or to me.

"Jimmy... I know that you love me... everything I have today is because of you, including this baby I'm going to have. It was quite a surprise and I do so wish you were here with me... with us..." 

She began to cry into her hands folded against her face.

I heard her sobbing and I almost moved to comfort her and then knew it had to be something she worked out for herself and as much as I wanted to look away I couldn't.

"We would have been married in just ten days. I don't know, maybe you would have moved it up a bit considering I'm four months pregnant now. 

"I know you're watching down on me... I guess you know what Maria and I have been doing. It doesn't take anything away from what you and I had; it's just different. I don't know why it happened but I'm happier now than anytime since you left that evening. I love you, Jimmy and I always will. Now I know how you felt about Miriam."

I had no idea what the hell she was talking about and that was my fault. As head of security and her personal bodyguard, I should have known everything she did. I berated myself angrily at my seemingly incompetent work. I couldn't see the forest for the trees.

"Maria's brought this man, Michael, to stay with us. I know she was planning to marry him but I've seen why that won't happen. I feel so badly for her... and for him. We're trying so hard to fix him, we refuse to accept what he is. She cares enough about him to keep him with us but I don't know if he'll ever be her husband."

Naturally, I was aware of the former commander coming up from San Diego and that he was staying with Maria. I hadn't give it much thought other than thinking, as most of the men here did, what a lucky son-of-a-bitch he was to be sleeping with her.

Once again, I was totally confused and made another mental note to find out what was going on. How had I missed whatever she was talking about now?

"I know we've done some strange things and for that... I would like to say I'm sorry but... I don't know... it's going to sound strange but I find it comforting, loving, exciting. I hope that doesn't make you sad. You had more than one love in your life."  

A faint blush moved up her neck and into her light caramel-toned face. She fought back a tear and turned back to the gravesite. 

I actually was thinking of quitting the business. There were so many things running under the surface that not only I but my entire team had been unaware of. Damn! What was going on between Alessa and Maria? If they were involved with each other... I didn't even want to think about it. If that were the case then I had no chance of ever being with her in the way I so badly wanted.

Alessa continued speaking to both Jim and me, that I was sure of. 

"Nothing turned out the way we hoped for, did it? Fate's a bitch.

I'm going to talk to Maria about someone I really like and see what she says. I refuse to hurt her. I love her and I know she loves me but sometimes I wish for a man to love me like you did."

Was she bi? And, who was this someone she was speaking about? Could it possibly be me? I'm the only one that's been with her but then, again, I completely missed everything else so why couldn't I have missed this mystery man? I felt so trashed.

"I will always love you, Jimmy."

Alessa stood up from the cushions and put her beautiful dark-honey hand in mine. "I'm done here, Philip. Please take me home."

We walked down the path hand in hand and back to the building. 

Before we walked inside, she turned to me. "Thank you, Philip." She gently kissed me, playfully licking my lips, slipped her tongue in for just a fantastic moment and walked inside, leaving me standing outside wondering what just what the hell happened. 

**********

Alessa....

I took the elevator back to the top office floor and walked into my office suite with a newfound bounce in my step and a smile on my face. I had just kissed the first man ever since loving Jimmy and I felt good, so good.

Mary Tybal....

I instantly saw the transformation in Alessa and wondered just what had happened in the last hour since she had left with Philip to visit Jim's gravesite. Whatever it was I was glad to see it and welcomed back the 'Alessa' I had met those two first weeks before the tragedy. I looked for Philip. I thought it strange that after all this time he was absent from her office.

'No... she couldn't have. Could she? And, where's Philip, anyway? He's always with her...'

"Mary, would you please bring whatever we haven't finished from this morning. Thanks."

I rushed to gather up my wits and papers and hurry into Alessa's office.

**********

Alessa....

As the clock approached eight in the evening, we finally closed the last file.

"I apologize that it took so long," I said, "I guess I haven't been myself lately."

"Alessa, don't you worry about it. I'm glad that you're back. There's nothing on the calendar for tomorrow. Are you going...?"

"To take it easy? No, there's been enough of that... It's time to start making some more money around here. I think it's time to dust off Jimmy's Ventura project and see what we can do with it. Say we meet here at nine in the morning, go 'till lunchtime, then go up there and have a quick look. I've never been there because... well, I've never been there. 

"It's time to change that and start acting like the CEO of this place. 

"Remember how Jimmy would set up his collaborative enterprises with the people here? I want to go halves on this with you. Are you up to busting your ass for a couple of years? I'm thinking of breaking the development off into a separately held company. I'd have to find someone to replace you here, though. I'll think about that.

"Set up for the trip, early afternoon... You and me... Philip and at least one other person and reservations somewhere worth eating, maybe at the Marina. Ask Philip whether we are going to drive or fly."

Mary....

I was stunned. Alessa was offering me the chance to make tens of millions of dollars. "I don't know what to say, Alessa."

"Well, let's start with 'yes' and go from there."

"Oh, thank you... Thank you. I won't let you down."

"You haven't yet so I'm good. C'mon, let's turn out the lights and go home. Oh, and one more thing, make me an early appointment with the salon. I need to do something about all this hair."

Oh, shit, what was she going to do with her fantastic hair?

Alessa....

We took the elevator up to the residential floors. Mary got off two floors below mine and waved as the doors closed.

I walked down the hallway, swiped my key card through the slot and walked in.

"Honey, I'm home!" I laughed.

Michael came into the room. He was wearing a polo shirt, khakis and house shoes. He stood silently with his head bowed waiting for my permission to move again.

"Hello, Michael. Are you well? I've told you, we don't want you to do that anymore. We want you to be the man you should have always been."

"Yes, Mistress Alessa, thank you. I am fine. I hope that you had a pleasant day. Mistress Maria is still at her office and has told me to tell you not to wait dinner for her."

"Of course, Michael, thank you. Please help me with my clothes."

I walked through the apartment suite to check on what he had done during the afternoon. Each room was nicely done until I came to Maria's closet. Down on the corner of the doorway where the jamb met the thick rug was a small piece of white lint. I almost was going to ignore it. 

Michael still expected to be corrected if something wasn't perfect so that he could do harder the next time. As much as I didn't want to do it this late in the evening I knew I had to. 

No matter how much Maria and I have tried to bring Michael back to the land of the living, to finally be a man in all things, we found that it was slow going and Maria sometimes took out her desperation on him.

If Maria saw it, her treatment of him would be much harsher so frustrated she was with how this affair was turning out. Her extreme disillusionment in his personality, I think, had warped her own sense of propriety at times. I knew that she would really hit him for even something like this.

I couldn't understand how he could submit it but I knew somehow that he perversely still did. We would just have to try harder. I personally was also about ready to give up on him but Maria had insisted that we do everything humanly possible to help him even though her frustration with him was growing each day. If we indeed did give up, then he would remain the 'houseboy' for the rest of his life and neither Maria nor I wanted that to happen.

"Michael, get your sorry ass in here... NOW!" I surprised myself at the anger in my own voice. I would have to watch myself if Maria's growing cynicism was entering my own heart.

He hurried in and immediately went down on his knees bowing to the ground.

"God damn it, Michael! We told you not to fucking do that anymore!!! Shit!"

I was immediately sorry I screamed at him. It was not in my nature and Michael's presence in our apartment was indeed causing me problems. I wondered if my pregnancy had something to do with; I was finding myself so much more emotional than even a few weeks before.

"Michael, listen to me. I'm sorry. Get up. We told you, no more kneeling on the floor. You're a man, goddamn it. It's fucking time to start acting like one, again. Please, Michael. I'm very sorry that your life has become what it is. I'm trying to help you, here. You know that Maria brought you home to us because she believed if you stayed with your mother and sisters your life would be a much greater hell than could ever happen here.

"Now, look here. What do you see?"

He looked, squinting. He moved his head closer, still trying to see what had been so apparent to me. Slowly, he moved his fingers toward the lint ball and missed.

Ah, crap. Michael needed glasses!

"Oh, Michael, I'm so sorry. You need glasses, honey. We'll take care of that tomorrow morning. Let me get it for you."

I bent over carefully and got the offending piece of fluff and threw it away.

As I went into my own bedroom, he followed to help me undress and put away my clothes. If things had been different, I would never have allowed a man into my bedroom undressing me unless he was my lover. Michael, though...

Soon enough, I was nude and entering my bathroom as he put my clothing into the hamper for pickup early in the morning. While the water was warming in the shower, he entered the bathroom with his collection of lufa sponges, bath oils and baby powders.

The walk-in shower was naturally large enough for at least two people and as soon as he had taken off his shirt and pants he stepped in and adjusted the final temperature of the water. He kept his shorts on as I had told him to from the first week he was here. That sadness wasn't something I cared to see nor did I want to experience the possibility that he COULD have an erection while with me.

He washed my long curly hair carefully for one time I had winced when he caught his fingers in a knot. He had been so apologetic it was sad. I had considered washing myself after that but with my pregnancy I wanted to make sure my back was washed as well as could be.

As he washed my hair, I had my eyes closed dreaming of Jimmy washing my hair. Unashamedly, I put my right hand down and started fingering myself and rubbing small circles around my clit. Michael still didn't enter my mind as a man.

As soon as he took the lufa sponge and began doing my back with it, I came. It wasn't one of those earth-shattering 'rock-my-world' orgasms but a warm shudder that made me feel good. Somehow my vision of Jimmy morphed into a vision of Philip and then I did shake enough that Michael touched me without permission to keep me from falling down.

Later, as he was patting my skin dry I said 'thank you.' It must have made his day for he smiled more than any other time since he arrived.

I admit that I did sneak a peek hoping to see some reaction from him but his erection still wasn't there. Stupid fucking Hunter women! They really screwed up Michael far more than either Maria or I thought. You'd have figured a naked woman in a shower and you were washing her back... should have been some kind of reaction.

To Maria's credit, she had removed his 'cage' as soon as they arrived home, wishing that would be enough to rekindle his manhood but it's been some time now and still nothing. Maria refused to give up and so I wouldn't either.

**********

Early morning, Sunday, December 16th

The Corporation's beauty salon, Brittany's station

"Oh, no, you don't want to do that!"

I looked at Brittany, one of the three in-house hairdressers. She was shocked at what I proposed. "I'm quite serious, this is what I want." I handed her some pictures I found from the internet... one was of a Robert Palmer girl and the others were stereotypical librarians with their combed back into a tight bun at the back of their heads.

"But... you have such beautiful hair... I wish I had hair like yours..." 

The drop in her voice told me she was sadder about my decision than I was. The poor woman sounded dejected. I could take the time to explain why I wanted to so drastically change my look, that with Jimmy gone it was no longer the same, that the happy young woman I had been just a few months ago was dead to me, that the hair had been only for him... what would be the point? It was only important to me.

I could have said all that but it would have seemed like going to a Catholic confession, baring my innermost feelings to someone who had no business knowing them. I hadn't even told Maria what I was going to do. She would find out soon enough, I guess.

While Brittany worked her chemical magic to straighten my once so beloved curly hair, I kept my eyes shut trying to stop the tears. It was as if the last visible connection I had with him was gone and then I remembered that my figure was soon going to be that of a mother-to-be. I almost laughed aloud; I was worrying about physical reminders and I would soon have a little reminder calling for 'mommy.'

"Miss Lane, you have to remember that until your hair is long enough to pin back by itself, I'm going to have to use spray to keep it in place."

"Just as long as it's safe for the baby."

She rinsed the chemicals out and began to comb my hair back, doing the best she could, given the relative shortness of my formerly curly locks. 

I immediately had misgivings, looking at myself in the mirror. I didn't recognize myself and I had stared at my face my whole life. Who was that person looking back at me? I saw a sad, lonely woman wishing that life had done better for her, knowing all the money in the world could never replace a loved one and that her child was never going to know her father.

I almost asked Brittany to stop what she was doing and try and put it back the way it was... almost.

But, I didn't like it. I didn't like the tight 'bun' at the back.

"Maybe, we could let it fly loose at the back, do you know what I mean?" I tried to make my hair a little loose at the back, fighting the lacquer that held it tightly against my head. "Ouch!" I yelled at my own stupidity.

"I'll have to wash it all out and start over, Miss Lane."

"I'm sorry, please do it."

When she was finished I was able to see a 'new me,' a woman that had to face the problems of keeping the Corporation together without his guidance. I had to do it... I could do it... I will do it. I really liked it... business without the severity the first 'do had. A little playful with the hair almost exploding out the back of the gold barrette I had brought.

"You'll come in each morning to get it set, all right? That way I can use gentler sprays until your hair is completely grown out and stays that way by itself."

"Thank you, Brittany." I left her a $500 tip on her account and tried to walk to my office without being distracted by all the people stopping and staring at me.

Just as I would get used to my look, so would they.

**********

Settling in behind my desk, I called Maria on the Blackberry. It was a good thing we weren't using those new phones letting you see the other person. It was going to be a big enough surprise for her without worrying about it all day long.

"Alessa, baby..."

Ever since Jimmy had died, our agreement not to call during the workday had vanished without comment. We had settled into a relationship, while not conventional, was comfortable and more satisfying than living alone. I wondered what Jimmy would have thought about it. I think he would have been happy that we had become more than friends.

"Maria, I would like to use Michael for some office work. Even though he still has issues, he is very intelligent and I need someone like that right now. We can't bring in someone else for this, the material is too proprietary. I'm moving Mary to head up a new division and she'll spend her whole time on that. She'll probably live and dream the thing."

"Alessa, you know you can do whatever you want. Thanks, though, for letting me know since that means he'll be behind in his duties."

"That's another thing I'd like to talk to you about. He's too valuable for us too waste straightening up an apartment we're never really in. I think it might help him regain... you know, his self-respect for starters and then hopefully we could go from there."

"The way you put it, you're right... I've just been afraid that he would do something to embarrass himself in front of everyone."

"I'm going to have him with me right here. Are you going to be free for lunch?"

"I hope so. I'll let you know when."

"I love you." I disconnected and then called my apartment. 

"Michael, I need you to come to my office and help me with something very important. Put on a nice light colored shirt, a tie and some good slacks and come down here as soon as you can." I almost said, 'thank you,' but caught myself at the last second. He had not reached that point in our attempts to revive his masculinity.

A very, very short time later, he knocked on my door and I told him to come in. I believe that he actually ran down the stairs rather than wait for an elevator.

"Hi, Michael. How are you doing this morning?" Even though we had spoken earlier in the day, I wanted him to realize that both Maria and I did care about his personal welfare. His ego was like a shattered porcelain bowl, so fragile, so delicate and so necessary to be put back together again piece by broken piece. If she and I lasted that long.




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I was going to bring in the clinic's psychologist by the end of the day tomorrow.

On the counter top area to the side of my desk were several file folders. For all of Jimmy's insistence on digitizing everything, even he had felt there were some things better left off a computer.

"Please, close the door." 

As he closed the door, I pulled out the various documents that I needed him to read and summarize for me. Although his current knowledge was sea warfare, his original degree was in oceanography and that was the ability I wanted to tap.

Indicating him to come closer and putting my hand on his shoulder, I handed him the papers. "Michael, honey, these papers are never to leave this office and the information must never be copied. There are only two copies and we can lose a lot of money if they get lost. I trust you with the information and I want you to work with me every day here from now on."

He looked at me like I had thrown him the last life preserver onboard the sinking ship.

Handing him a clipboard, I told him to read everything through several times, then draw up a flowchart and summarize the information that Jimmy had so painstakingly put down in his tight block printing. I pointed him at the couch. I kept telling myself to get another one; this one had so memories from when Jimmy and I made wild love on it.

Then, I'd have to throw out half the furniture I've been in contact with.

Every now and then, I'd look up and see how Michael was progressing and I was relieved to see that he was already drawing up a preliminary flowchart with colored pencils. I don't know where he got them but it showed the initiative I was hoping for.

When Philip came to escort me on my morning walk, he looked at Michael hard at work but didn't comment. 

After yesterday, I didn't want to hike up to the gravesite and so asked him to find another direction to walk. I would have liked to go to the beach and stroll along the sand but he said that it was too wide open and chilly for me.

We went back and forth again about how I was pregnant and not sick or crippled and he said that he would rather die than see something happen to me.

Reaching into his pocket, he said, 'Here," and gave me a package of six Oreos. "Shhh," he whispered, "what they don't know..."

I laughed and taking the cookies from him, let my hand linger just a bit longer than necessary. I recognized I was treading into deep treacherous waters but between missing the caring touch of a strong, intelligent man and just wanting some companionship, I had begun seriously flirting with him. Kissing him yesterday afternoon, though, I knew I had crossed a line that I didn't know how to return to or even if I wanted to.

It wasn't flirting any longer and I recognized I would have to make up my mind what exactly I wanted, if not for his sake, then for Maria's, for mine.

Without thinking, he had gently encircled my waist with his arm and we walked away from the path we had been taking and onto a new one entirely. His two companions trailed about a hundred feet back. He had evidently spoken to them about it for as time went by they were farther and farther back each time we left the building.

While I knew he had questions about my new hairstyle, I also knew he wouldn't say something until he felt I was prepared to talk about it.

As we walked away, I rested my head against his shoulder and the stirrings of deep-seated feelings rose from the depths of my soul like a shuttle going into orbit.

**********

Monday, December 17th 

I reached for the bowl of M&Ms that weren't there anymore. By now, everyone around me was on a 'candy' watch making sure that I didn't sneak in chocolates or cookies. They were too observant for my own good and I was left with only chewing gum, which soon hurt my mouth too much to continue.

It's been five months, now and I was no longer able to pretend I could keep up with the work. It was just too damn much between the baby and still thinking of Jimmy. I was also worried about Maria, Michael and now Philip.

The irony about that was Philip was supposed to be the one worrying about me. How much time, I wondered, did he do that; how much time did he just think about me? I knew he did. As our walks became more than just an exercise... our physical closeness... did it mirror our emotional closeness? I was falling in love with him, that I was sure of. Was he falling in love with me or was I just someone he was trying to comfort through a bad time in her life?

Could he possibly, truly be interested in a pregnant woman? A woman, who above all else was his employer? Would he jeopardize his situation by playing with my emotions? And, even though it was California and a diverse cultural environment, would he want to be permanently attached with a black, well, bi-racial woman, one who is bi-sexual? Hard questions hammered my heart. What were the answers?

Moving Michael into Mary's position was a good move. He was smarter than I had given him credit for and the transition was now a smooth one for both of us. Not only was the office running smoothly but he had asked permission to make improvements where he felt they were needed. I guess it was the 'new broom' syndrome.

Mary has been working so hard on the Ventura Project that I demanded she take the rest of the week off and spend more time with her family. I was taking everyone to Hawaii and Maria had her group flip a coin to see who could go and who could stay. She told her second, though, that he'd have to stay and could go with the others in late January. She promised to make it worth his while, she said. 

We were scheduled to leave early Thursday, the 20th. Jimmy had told me that early morning take-offs for Hawaii and the western Pacific were in consideration for the pilots. Otherwise, they'd be looking into the sun the whole flight and it would give us an early morning landing time.

Jimmy's death had forced me to look at the time given for personal relationships and realize that they were more important than any business except protecting the country. Jimmy had made that sacrifice and we're all alive but he is gone.

Maria had told me the completely terrifying story but... I still miss my Jimmy and know that he would haunt my life as long as I lived.

In the office, Michael was once again the man that had commanded fighter pilots in every way but as soon as we came home to the apartment, he still tended to revert to a submissive personality. I would talk to Maria about leaving him in her old apartment by himself and let him 'find' himself all over again without our hovering presence.

Maria and I were trying so hard to bring him away from that way of thinking. I was beginning to think it was a lost cause. How could we change almost thirty years of conditioning in just a few months? I had no answer but still refused to give up.

My short life with Jimmy seemed a million years ago. I was afraid that I would lose my memory of him, how he sounded when he whispered his love to me, how he held me when we made love, how his smile looked when he saw me.

The only thing I really had, besides the baby, was the recording he made before he left with Maria for the Pacific. Even there, he had his sense of humor but his love for Miriam, Maria and me was so obvious. It was the main reason that I eventually became lovers with her. We started with him in common and then built our own relationship on that. We had no one else.

She knew about my growing feelings for Philip and I knew about her fear that our love would change. I knew that Philip was obsessed with me, a pregnant woman carrying another man's child. I also knew that Philip had probably guessed there was something between Maria and myself but I wasn't sure if he had reached a final, true conclusion or what he would do about it.

I knew that if we were to move our own relationship further I would have to tell him. It occurred to me that I have known him so much longer than I had known Jimmy. 

Had my love with Jimmy been doomed from the start? Our passion had burned hot and fast and seemed too uncontrollable to survive longer than it did. 

Why did God take him away from me? Why did God take Miriam away from him? Why did God have Maria suffer those many years waiting for him to welcome her into his arms and love her?

Jimmy had a place in his soul for the three women in his life and I had hoped that I could understand how he did it. Afraid to admit it even to myself, I was in love with Philip. Afraid to admit it but I had no real idea how to tell him about Maria and me and what we were to each other, what we did to and with each other. Afraid that he would never accept it and leave me and I would be alone, again.

It was one of those impossible Southern California December days. The seasonal rains had finally arrived, bringing a small respite to the continual drought the state had been suffering through, the skies were so clear and blue it was as if I had fallen into a tourist picture postcard.

Philip arrived on time to take me for my afternoon 'baby' exercise. This time, I had insisted that we go outside. It was too beautiful a day to stay inside. I wanted fresh air, I wanted to feel the wind on my face, I wanted to smell the ocean. I wanted a taste of freedom, even if it was for only a fleeting moment.

"Philip, let's go for a walk outside, please. As those two will tell you, I do my best thinking when I'm just walking around." Since Jimmy left me, all I can do is walk and think about business matters and what might have been... and Philip. The problem was, lately I was thinking about Philip more and more. 

Philip held out his hand, pulled me up from the couch and helped me with my three sizes too large windbreaker. As we walked outside, he handed me a wide-brimmed hat from the table near the door. "Don't want to see you get too dirty, or sunstroke."

He seemed to stare at me a moment too long, a moment too private, straight into the depths of my soul. What amazing hold did he have on me? Was he just a 'rebound' romance also doomed to self-destruct? 

**********

My psychologist, the same one that Maria and I had chosen to help Michael rise from his own hell, was convinced that the dynamics of my life were changing too rapidly as I worked to fill the void caused by Jimmy's passing.

"How are things with you today, Alessa?" she had asked as I carefully settled onto the overstuffed chair. Her office looked more like a friendly den than an office. Of course, I knew it was necessary to put her patients at ease.

"Work is all right, if the day had about an extra twenty hours in it. But..."

She surprised me by cutting me off, the first time she ever interrupted my ramblings. "Are you working too hard, Alessa? I'm afraid that you have become so preoccupied with what you have to do that you're neglecting everything and everyone else. What are you going to do when the baby arrives?"

"I... I hadn't really thought about that. It doesn't seem to be real yet, even though I can feel the baby kicking strongly. And I look in the mirror. It's just that..." I really hadn't thought about it... Jesus, what an idiot I was.

I was red-faced with embarrassment. 

"Don't worry, we've plenty of time to worry about it, dear. Why did you come, today?"

"I have a personal problem..."

"Alessa, all our problems are personal problems."

"I don't know if I'm doing the right thing or not. There's this man I've been seeing. Am I disrespecting Jimmy... seeing someone? The baby hasn't even been born yet and I'm thinking about someone else."

"Jimmy had been the ultimate 'alpha male,'" as she put it. "Strong women are drawn to strong men, even those women that somehow might have submissive men serving them. It's a natural attraction; strength desires, wants, needs strength. And, woman to woman, I personally think that deep down inside, every woman wants a man to sweep her off her feet, to love her above all else, to bring her to passionate heights unreachable by herself or with a lesser man."

'Wow,' I thought, 'never saw that coming,' but the more I thought about it after I left her office, the more sense it seemed to make. 

Why was I attracted to Philip? It was true that we were together several hours each day, rain or shine, indoors or out. Just the happenstance of familiarity had to have something to do with it. Even so, that should have fostered friendship at the most. I was beginning to feel the same way about him as when I saw my Jimmy... my heart beat just a little bit faster, my skin was just a little bit warmer and my breath came so rapidly I could almost faint.

God, I hoped there was more to it than that.

Are all our thoughts and actions just the result of chemical activities running through our bodies? Is everything just so that genes can be passed from one generation to the next without regard to what those genes have created, good or bad? 

Is there no such thing as love? Is it just the physical reaction to pheromones? Do we have no choice in who we love?

I could now understand Maria's original relationship with Michael. To discover there were women who matter-of-factly found men to control, to have numerous sexual partners and have their husbands accept and support it, was a new and very strange concept I had never considered. I knew I had led a sheltered life before meeting Jimmy but these revelations brought my ignorance of the world to a completely new level.

I promised myself that I would investigate these things on the 'net when I had nothing better to do, which meant I probably wouldn't get around to it before the baby was born or I forgot about it entirely.

"You are subconsciously seeking your new 'alpha' and Philip is the only one here that fulfills that desire."

"How did you know?" I asked, unaware that I was so transparent in my actions. That explained my feelings for Maria to whom I wholeheartedly gave my submissive love to. How was it, then, that I had these feelings for Philip at the same time? It seemed counter-intuitive.

"Oh, Alessa, I've seen how he looks at you when he thinks no one is watching. More importantly, I've seen how you look at him and act around him. Even now, I can see it in your face. I saw those same emotions when Jim was here.

"Alessa, please be careful. You are so very vulnerable emotionally right now. I would hate to see you make a dangerous mistake. 

"Have you spoken to Maria about him? With you two being lovers, I would hope that you've spoken to her about this before now. How do you think this will work out? Are you willing to sexually, emotionally share Philip with her if it comes down to that? Could you justify splitting your affections between the two of them?"

Is that what Jimmy had done? Did he split his affections between the three of us? ...or did he find a way to expand his heart large enough to love all three of us?

She had given me plenty to think about and I felt worse than when I had walked in. 

**********

"So, when were you going to tell me," she asked. I looked at Maria and could feel myself blushing. Before I could stammer some stupid response, she smiled at me and said, "Oh, Alessa, I've seen how you've been lately when you come back from your walks. That's all you're doing, right? Wouldn't look to good for the CEO to be..."

"I haven't..." I protested a little too loudly. She acted as if she could look right through me.

"Alessa, I'm happy for you if that's what you want but where does that leave us?" She had become serious in just a second and looked at me waiting for an answer that wouldn't destroy her once again.

Philip had taken Michael downstairs to have lunch and I trusted him not to ask Michael anything that would give Maria or me a problem; when Maria and I had lunch on the days we could, it was just the two of us in my office. It was too much trouble for me to go all the way to hers in the secured intelligence wing.

"Maria.... This is going to sound... well, it shouldn't if you think about it, I think I'm bi. I love you and I love sleeping with you and I love kissing you and I love just being with you. I don't want that to ever change.

"Jimmy opened a new world for me and well... I liked what he did with me and what I did with him and someday, I'd like to do it again... you know, maybe with Philip. I'm sure that he is falling in love with me.

"That doesn't mean that you and I have to change anything... and before you say it will, I'm telling you, 'no, it won't.' We can expand what we already have. When the time is right, I'll... no, we'll explain it to him and if he doesn't want to be part of that, then... well, it will break my heart but he'll have to leave."

"Oh, Alessa... you little love-struck angel."



Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 35



Chapter 35

Our passion burned hot, too fast, too uncontrollable

copyright @ calibeachgirl

All rights reserved, 2010

Late morning, Tuesday, December 18th 

Zuma Beach, Malibu...

Alessa...

We walked side-by-side, heading toward the beach. His companions were nowhere to be seen. Was it safe enough we didn't need them, Christmas coming and all, or did he just tell them to stay away so we were alone in our own tiny secret world?

A sharp tangy breeze came in from the sea and my left hand reached up to keep my silly sun hat from blowing away; somehow, somehow my other hand was his to have. His warmth and nearness took away the chill of the wind and I looked up at him, stumbling over something unseen on the ground. 

Before I could collapse to the sand, he reached out and brought me to him, holding me closely. I imagined him never releasing me from his embrace, looking into the depths of my copper-flecked amber eyes, moving in to kiss me. I would put my hands on his face, pulling him down to my lips, wrapping my arms around his neck, uncaring that my hat might have flown away in the wind, touching him, gently mouth to mouth, lips to lips, my tongue exploring with a sudden urgency that made me forget where we were, who we were, finally throwing my heart and soul into the searing heat of his embrace.

'Merry Christmas, darling,' was all I wanted to say between his kisses.

I opened my eyes, wondering why he had stopped walking, the moment lost. I felt his Blackberry vibrating and then saw one of the security men waving his arms and running as fast as possible toward us.

"Damn, can't get a moment alone... Alessa, I'm..."

I put a finger to his lips and just said, "shhh, it's all right, Philip. I understand." But, of course, I didn't. I was the CEO and everything that took place here was my business. What was happening that he couldn't even tell me?

"Philip... yes, we're coming." He put the Blackberry back in his pocket, and we hurried back to the building.

**********

I reached for the bowl of M&Ms that weren't there anymore. By now, everyone around me was on a 'candy' watch making sure that I didn't sneak in chocolates or cookies. They were too observant for my own good and I was left with only chewing gum, which soon hurt my mouth too much to continue.

It's been five months, now and I was no longer able to pretend I could keep up with the work. It was just too damn much between the baby and still thinking of Jimmy. I was also worried about Maria, Michael and now Philip.

The irony about that was Philip was supposed to be the one worrying about me. How much time, I wondered, did he do that; how much time did he just think about me? I knew he did. As our walks became more than just an exercise... our physical closeness... did it mirror our emotional closeness? I was falling in love with him, of that I was sure. Was he falling in love with me or was I just someone he was trying to comfort through a bad time in her life?

Could he possibly, truly be interested in a pregnant woman? A woman, who above all else was his employer? Would he jeopardize his situation by playing with my emotions? And, even though it was California and a diverse cultural environment, would he want to be permanently attached with a black, well, bi-racial woman, one who is bi-sexual? Hard questions hammered my heart. What were the answers?

Moving Michael into Mary's position was a good move. He was smarter than I had given him credit for and the transition was a smooth one for both of us. Not only was the office running smoother than before but he had asked permission to make improvements where he found they were needed.

Mary has been working so hard on the Ventura Project that I demanded she take a week off before Christmas and spend more time with her family. Jimmy's death had forced me to look at the time given for personal relationships and realize that they were more important than any business except protecting the country. Jimmy had made that sacrifice and we're all alive but he is gone.

Maria had told me the completely terrifying story but... I will always miss my Jimmy and know that he would haunt my life as long as I lived.

In the office, Michael was once again the man that had commanded fighter pilots in every way but as soon as we came home to the apartment, he reverted to a submissive personality. Maybe I would talk to Maria about leaving him in her old apartment by himself and let him 'find' himself all over again without our hovering presence.

Maria and I were trying so hard to bring him away from that way of thinking. I was beginning to think it was a lost cause. How could we change almost thirty years of conditioning in just a few months? I had no answer.

My short life with Jimmy seemed a million years ago and I was afraid that I would lose my memory of him, how he sounded when he whispered his love to me, how he held me when we made love, how his smile looked when he saw me.

The only thing I really had, besides the baby, was the recording he made before he left with Maria for the Pacific. Even there, he had his sense of humor but his love for Miriam, Maria and me was so obvious. It was the main reason that I eventually became lovers with her. We started with him in common and then built our own relationship on that.

She knew about my growing feelings for Philip and I knew about her fear that our love would change. I believed it would expand to include him, not replace Maria in my heart. I knew that Philip was obsessed with me, a pregnant woman carrying another man's child. I also knew in my heart that Philip had probably guessed there was something between Maria and myself but I wasn't sure if he had reached a final, true conclusion or what he would do about it.

I knew that if we were to move our own relationship further I would have to tell him. It occurred to me that I have known him so much longer than I had known Jimmy. 

Had my love with Jimmy been doomed from the start? Did our passion burn too hot and too fast and too uncontrollable to survive longer than it did? 

Why did God take him away from me? Why did God take Miriam away from him? Why did God have Maria suffer those many years waiting for him to welcome her into his arms and love her?

Jimmy had a place in his soul for the three women in his life and I had hoped that I could understand how he did it. Afraid to admit it even to myself, I was in love with Philip. Afraid to admit it but I had no real idea how to tell him about Maria and me and what we were to each other, what we did with each other. Afraid that he would never accept it and leave me and I would be alone, again.

It was one of those impossible Southern California December mornings. The seasonal rains had finally arrived, bringing a small respite to the continual drought the state had been suffering through, the skies were so clear and blue it was as if I had fallen into a tourist picture postcard.

Philip arrived on time to take me for my morning 'baby' exercise. This time, I had insisted that we go outside. It was too beautiful a day to stay inside. I wanted fresh air, I wanted to feel the wind on my face, I wanted to smell the ocean. I wanted a taste of freedom, even if it was for only a fleeting moment in the day.

"Philip, let's go for a walk outside, please. As those two will tell you, I do my best thinking when I'm just walking around." Since Jimmy left me, all I can do is walk and think about business matters and what might have been. The problem was, lately I was thinking about Philip more and more. 

Philip held out his hand, pulled me up from the couch and helped me with my three sizes too large windbreaker. As we walked outside, he handed me a wide-brimmed hat from the table near the door. "Don't want to see you get too dirty, or sunstroke."

He seemed to stare at me a moment too long, a moment too private, straight into the depths of my soul. What hold did he seem to have on me? Was he a 'rebound' romance also doomed to self-destruct? 

**********

My psychologist, the same one that Maria and I had chosen to help Michael rise from his own hell, was convinced that the dynamics of my life were changing too rapidly as I worked to fill the void caused by Jimmy's passing.

"How are things with you today, Alessa?" she had asked as I carefully settled onto the overstuffed chair. Her office looked more like a friendly den than an office. Of course, I knew it was necessary to put her patients at ease.

"Work is all right, if the day had about an extra twenty hours in it. But..."

She surprised me by cutting me off, the first time she ever interrupted my ramblings. "Are you working too hard, Alessa? I'm afraid that you have become so preoccupied with what you have to do that you're neglecting everything and everyone else. What are you going to do when the baby arrives?"

"I... I hadn't really thought about that. It doesn't seem to be real yet, even though I can feel the baby kicking strongly. And I look in the mirror. It's just that..." I really hadn't thought about it... Jesus, what an idiot I was.

I was red-faced with embarrassment. 

"Don't worry, we've plenty of time to worry about it, dear. Why did you come, today?"

"I have a personal problem..."

"Alessa, all our problems are personal problems."

"I don't know if I'm doing the right thing or not. There's this man I've been seeing. Am I disrespecting Jimmy... seeing someone? The baby hasn't even been born yet and I'm thinking about someone else."

"Jimmy had been the ultimate 'alpha male,'" as she put it. "Strong women are drawn to strong men, even those women that somehow might have submissive men serving them. It's a natural attraction; strength wants strength. And, woman to woman, I personally think that deep down inside, every woman wants a man to sweep her off her feet, to love her above all else, to bring her to a passionate height unreachable by herself or with a lesser man."

'Wow,' I thought, 'never saw that coming,' but the more I thought about it after I left her office, the more sense it seemed to make to me. 

Why was I attracted to Philip? It was true that we were together several hours each day, rain or shine, indoors or out. Just the happenstance of familiarity had to have something to do with it. Even so, that should have fostered friendship at the most. I was beginning to feel the same way about him as when I saw my Jimmy... my heart beat just a little bit faster, my skin was just a little bit warmer and my breathing became so rapid I could almost faint.

God, I hoped there was more to it than that.

Are all our thoughts and actions just the result of chemical activities running through our bodies? Is everything just so that genes can be passed from one generation to the next without regard to what those genes have created? 

Is there no such thing as love? Is it just the physical reaction to pheromones? Do we have no choice in who we love?

I could now understand Maria's original relationship with Michael. To her credit, though, she immediately acknowledged she wanted a strong man in her life and together we worked to bring Michael back. 

To discover there were women who matter-of-factly found men to control, to have numerous sexual partners and have their husbands accept and support it, was a new and very strange concept I had never considered. I knew I had led a sheltered life before meeting Jimmy but these revelations brought my ignorance of the world to a completely new level.

I promised myself that I would investigate these things on the 'net when I had nothing better to do, which meant I probably wouldn't get around to it before the baby was born or I forgot about it entirely.

"You are subconsciously seeking your new 'alpha' and that Philip is the one that fulfills that desire."

"How did you know?" I asked, unaware that I was so transparent in my actions.

"Oh, Alessa, I've seen how he looks at you when he thinks no one is watching. More importantly, I've seen how you look at him and act around him. Even now, I can see it in your face. 

"Alessa, please be careful. You are very vulnerable emotionally right now. I would hate to see you make a dangerous mistake. 

"Have you spoken to Maria about him? With you two being lovers, I would hope that you've spoken to her about this before now. How do you think this will work out? Are you willing to share Philip with her if it comes down to that? Could you justify splitting your affections between the two of them?"

Is that what Jimmy had done? Did he split his affections between the three of us? ...or did he find a way to expand his heart large enough to love all three of us?

She had given me plenty to think about and I felt worse than when I had walked in. 

**********

Early morning, Thursday, December 20th

Flying to Hawaii

Philip....

At the Imperial Highway side of LAX, the Corporation's jet was undergoing its final checks. The crew of eight, two pilots and six attendants were putting last minute items aboard for the 2550-mile flight to Honolulu. Bottled water and sodas had been pre-chilled and now loaded onto the plane. Alessa had extended her 'no alcohol' beliefs to include anything directly Corporation related. Food from Alessa's French restaurant had been delivered early that morning, a light breakfast buffet of fresh fruit, pastries, and assorted Italian cold-cuts and six Honey-baked hams.

The buses bringing everyone had just left the small terminal and the 87 guests boarded the plane, signing in with Rico and his roster as they entered. 

There always was an unreal aspect to boarding the plane in the morning darkness, lights illuminating the aircraft but leaving the background unseen blackness.

As a courtesy to the pilots, Jim always had the plane leave LAX in the morning on Pacific flights to keep the morning sun out of their eyes. 

Linda, principal flight attendant, double-checked the passenger list twice and did three counts. She was one of the few women at the memorial service that wore black. 

At one time, I considered hooking up with her but our schedules were so different it wouldn't have been possible and I was told she slept around too much.

Satisfied that everyone was aboard, Rico closed the plane's door and told the pilot. With this many people we had to take the big plane.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. This is your captain, Van Greenwilder. For those of you who haven't flown with us before, this is a Boeing 767-200ER, one of the best planes flying today. We've had most of the seats removed so you are traveling in what would be a business class section, which should give you a very comfortable trip. Brunch will be served in about two hours; please site back and relax, take a nap...

"We'll be flying westbound today at an altitude of 35,000 feet. With the difference between time zones and our flight time of five hours thirty minutes, we will, in effect, land about one hour after we leave California. 

"The tower has informed us that we have an open opportunity to take-off, so please take your seats and buckle in. Attendants, please make final checks."

The engines spooled up and the jet pulled away from the Imperial south terminal with the Beach Boys playing on the plane's sound system.

In the conference room at the front of the plane, isolated from the passengers toward the rear of the plane, Alessa and Maria sat together, quietly holding hands like young lovers. She looked at her with the greatest smile I've ever seen. I was always hoping that she would smile at me that way. I saw Maria gave her hand a gentle squeeze, leaned over and kissed her again.

I was sure there would never be a place for me within their arrangement but I was determined to try... I just didn't want to scare her off. She gave me mixed signals, every day; kissing me once in a while, accepting my embrace whenever we walked and then returning to Maria whenever they believed they were alone enough to express whatever feelings they had for each other. 

I knew they were sharing the apartment, probably sleeping together, probably having sex together. While the thought of two pretty women loving each other was enough to give me an erection it also made me feel like a voyeur outside the window.

Thank God, the lights in the plane dimmed as the jet headed eastward along the taxiway toward Aviation Boulevard, hiding the embarrassment of my tightening pants.

Within minutes, the plane roared down the runway and leapt into the western sky, heading for the islands to the tune of Jan and Dean's 'Ride the Wild Surf.'

Alessa....

"Alessa?" Maria asked me, leaning over, putting her face next to mine. 

I inhaled her scent. "Yes, darling?"

"Thank you. Thank you for your love, thank you for your compassion, thank you for helping me with Michael... thank you for all this."

Even though we were sitting alone in the front of the plane, I was still skittish kissing her in such a public place. She put her hand on my dress and quickly slid it under the cloth. Her fingers sought me out. I was finding myself aroused and there were almost a hundred people onboard. Damn! Maria sometimes didn't care, part of her dominant personality when we were together, controlling me, controlling my passion, controlling my body. 

I couldn't wait until she could dominate me completely behind our closed doors at the North Shore estate.

As soon as the seatbelt light went dark, I left the conference room and went back to the passenger area. As much as I wanted to stay with her, I needed to get away before I did something to embarrass myself in front of everyone or need to change my panties again.

The Gylers were sitting toward the front of the passenger area, so I didn't have to walk far. Since the plane had been configured for one hundred passengers, there were several empty seats nearby and people moved so that I could have a place to sit. Jimmy's 'adoptive' parents saw me coming down the aisle and stood up. I shook hands with Sol and hugged Dara. 

"Thank you for coming. I was so hoping that you would, you can't imagine..."

"Alessa, don't you worry. We've sadly accepted what happened but like you, we're still working through it. We know that you've had a difficult time working through it. 

"But, now... you have found a new love, a different love. 

"That doesn't mean that you've forgotten Jim nor does it mean that you are disrespecting his memory. He wanted you to be happy and now the baby...

"You're going to have his baby... we'll be there for you, whenever you need us."

"I deeply appreciate your support in this," I whispered. "Jimmy is always in my heart." I lowered my voice even more. "Do you think a woman can love, deeply love two people? That's where I am. Is that all right? God, I hope so."

"While we'll admit it is different than we expected, we love you and will be there for you, no matter what. We meant what we said about you being our daughter."

The old man, not really knowing what to say when Dara stopped speaking, just embraced me. I could only guess at the things he and his wife had gone through the last few years and what they must have been thinking when they had read my last letter to them.

"We understand and we know that Jim understands and God in His wisdom understands," she continued, "but I don't know why so many bad things have happened to all of us.

"I refuse to believe that stupidity, 'what doesn't kill you...' Alessa, that's crap.

"We've had the privilege of meeting Maria. Maybe, we can talk with her sometime before we arrive?"

"Actually, she sent me back here to ask if you would like to see her."

I brought Miriam's parents to the front of the plane where there were several couches and a coffee table.

Although inviting them to the Hawaiian Christmas trip in a long handwritten letter, I was still nervous meeting the parents of Jim's long lost love again. 




Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 35



Seeing Maria, they embraced her and although crying from the circumstances, told her they were so happy to see her again. Evidently, Jim and Maria had visited them a few times over the years, something I was just learning. Maria must have forgotten to tell me, but when we first met, our relationship was antagonistic and emotionally draining.

"When you wrote to us, we knew that you were able to finally live again. Although we are Miriam's parents, we wanted you to be happy with someone who would truly love you.

"We love Jim. Yes, we know we gave him a horrible, miserable time when Miriam first brought him home but we finally understood what a wonderful person he is. 

"He would write to us about his life and you, Maria... he would write us how wonderful you were. I always thought that if he hadn't been in love with Miriam, he would have married you. We anxiously waited for each new letter. He hinted at things he couldn't write about and we could tell he was still in pain. Sometimes, we really feared for his life."

Silence...

"Oh, God, Alessa... I... I'm sorry." Dara went silent 

Well, I wasn't expecting that and decided to just chock it up to pent up emotions that needed to come out one last time. I sat down; the plane's slight up and down motion was starting to make me nauseous. 

I knew the Gylers were good people. But, that they would accept us this way...? And what about my growing infatuation with Philip? Could they accept even that? My life was becoming more and more complicated with each passing second.

"Since his parents had died so long ago, we've tried ever since Miriam's death to help in that role. From what you've written, we would like to be there for both of you, too, if that's all right..."

I broached the subject obliquely. "I would appreciate talking to you both tomorrow. Would that be all right with you?"

"Of course, dear. Tomorrow morning? Maybe after breakfast?"

"Thank you."

"Well, we better get back to our seats. I'm sure that you both still have so much to talk about. Congratulations."

The Gylers went back to the main passenger section.

Congratulations? They must have thinking about the baby.

Maria kissed me. "I know how hard this must have been for you. It's part of your life, darling and so am I."

When brunch was ready, we were surprised by Sella and Christine serving us a prepared platter with a variety of food. When Maria gave them a quizzical look, Christine said something about learning new skills while flying across the U.S. and nodded toward Sella.

I went back and talked with our people, walking back in one aisle and returning up the other, shaking hands and smiling at their children. I asked them if they were waiting for Santa. Once little boy was crying. He thought Santa wasn't going to find him... I told him not to worry; Santa was magical and knew where everyone was. He wanted to know why I was fat and kicked me in the shin!

Jesus Christ! Fucking lump of coal for you, you little mother... I sat down on the edge of one of the aisle seats, looking at my torn silk stocking now soaking up the blood oozing out from the cut. 

Two men ran toward the galley looking for a first aid kit. Doctor Mayes, my OBGYN, hurried back with the kit and gently cut the silk off, washed the cut, put on some antiseptic and then a large bandage. 

Great! Going to spend Christmas with a big, white wrapping around my milk-chocolate skin. I seriously thought about giving the little fucker a lump of coal but had no idea how to get one in Hawaii without Fedexing it over.

His mother, one of the main office secretaries, was so mortified I thought she was going to open the cabin door and jump out. I smiled and limped back to my seat. 

Sella went to get some ice water from the galley and I counted to a hundred before I could say anything I might have regretted later. 

My baby was going to be a good child... my baby was going to be a good child... my baby was going to be a good child... If I said it enough times, I might be able to believe it.

**********

A little over an hour later, all conversation in the plane was interrupted by the pilot's announcement.

"This is Captain Greenwilder, again. We'll be landing in about twenty minutes. Please put any personal belongings away and buckle in. Flight attendants, please make the plane ready for landing." 

The six attendants made a quick sweep of the cabin, picking up some loose papers, which were carefully handed over to Philip to look over.

After adjusting seat belts where necessary, they took their places toward the rear of the plane.

Accompanied by plane noises, the flaps and landing gear both came down, the plane slowed, the engines changed pitch and we approached Honolulu and lightly touched down. 

Jimmy's choice of pilots and security men reflected everything else he did: only the best. I sometimes wondered just what they thought about how things turned out and now I was the CEO, a relative unknown to most of them even now.

"Welcome to Hawaii, ladies and gentlemen. Today's forecast for Oahu is mostly sunny throughout the day. We're looking at a possible high of 80 with southwest winds approximately ten miles per hour. Tonight, a low of 64 with a chance of some isolated showers. We expect the rest of the week to be similar. 

"On behalf of the entire crew, we wish you all a merry Christmas and a joyous New Year... and speaking for the crew, our heartfelt best wishes to Miss Alessa and the best for her baby."

The Boeing lumbered across the field to its designated area. Already there were the four tour buses that would take the guests to the North Shore house. Philip assured me that there was more than enough room at the estate's two wings added four years ago. Jim had used the property in that manner many times and it kept guests away from the main house.

I was looking forward to meeting Bob and Sayomi Osborne again. When the news of their marriage came, I was surprised and pleased. When I offered him the opportunity to live at the estate, both he and his wife immediately accepted. Sayomi said something about her aunts that I didn't understand but let it pass.

That the little hot-blooded nurse had agreed to marry Bob, Maria's pilot that last flight, was interesting and seemed to be working well. I wasn't going to judge why people do what they do, all I had to do was look at my own life... Jimmy, Maria... Philip??? 

Philip waited at the cabin door while I went to the cockpit and thanked the pilots, a tradition Jim first started with his flight crews.

"Merry Christmas, gentlemen... I have a little something for you for the holidays. I hope that you will like it. Go on, open it up." I stood there like a little child hoping for acceptance.

In each box were the blank keys to a new 'Vette. The crewmembers could choose their own car when we got back to Los Angeles.

Each man shook my hand with deep gratitude and wished me the best for my baby, again. I began to feel the approval I had hoped for and decided to kiss each man on the cheek. Not very professional but I wasn't feeling that professional just then.

And my damn leg was still throbbing. He must have hurt me more than I thought. I didn't want to take any drugs for the pain because of the baby. I wondered how close the sharks came to the beach.

Before leaving the plane, I met with the flight attendants and gave them similar boxes. I found it hard to think of them as 'flight attendants' when they looked as if they stepped out of an airline advertisement from the 60s. Each young, perfect woman gave me a hug and a more than friendly kiss. That was interesting... 

Did Jimmy's choice of stewardesses reflect some... no, not him. He had more integrity than anyone I've ever met. Yet, they did give a good show. Even I found them very appealing and felt my own excitement at watching them start to rise to the surface again. Jimmy, for all his integrity, was still a man, how I had known. Time to move on...

I was going to ask Philip about their uniforms. They might have worked for a single man flying around the world on business but... on the other hand, I did appreciate watching their tight butts moving beneath those tight short skirts. Sometimes it's better to just leave things be.

Philip told me that over the years neither he nor Jimmy ever took advantage of the situation, much to the disappointment of the six young women. I had to believe him; otherwise, my perception of both Jimmy and Philip would be destroyed.

"Merry Christmas, Miss Alessa! Thank you!" The attendants boarded the last waiting bus.

The 767's pilots stayed behind, making arrangements for servicing the plane and setting up a surveillance perimeter with the new Honolulu group we had set up with Bob, now my Hawaiian anti-drug 'black ops' director. 

Philip and I escorted the Gylers over to one of the company's helicopters for the flight to the North Shore. I had flown enough times in our different aircraft that lifting off no longer made my stomach drop to the floor.

My leg was now burning and I was thinking of different ways to kill that little bastard. I could fly him over to Kilauea and drop his sorry ass into the bubbling lava. The sharks would be more interesting but probably would close the beach for a while. Surfboard accident?

Waiting until all the buses had left and our security was squared away on the other helicopter, I told the pilots to go.

Because of the Corporation's needs, Maria flew in the other helicopter. It wouldn't do for both of us to be killed in an accident leaving no one to carry on Jimmy's legacy. The Bell 222s immediately took off and headed east, speeding past the harbor with its view of Aloha Tower and then Waikiki Beach.

Keeping with Jimmy's tradition for his flight crews, at Diamond Head the helicopters hovered still for a minute in memory of the men and women who had died at Pearl and the battles in the Pacific. 

"Diamond Head is the home of the National Cemetery of the Pacific. We always stop and remember everyone whose lives were lost defending our country," Christine explained to Sella. 

I noticed that she and Christine were sitting even closer together than Maria and I ever had in public. Hmmm... another thing to ponder. It might be that my Italian protégées were just as interested in each other as Maria and I were.

Continuing north from there along the east coast of the island, Christine pointed out the shallow water beaches and rugged volcanic cliffs to her. Reaching the northern edge of the island, we headed west again past the Chinaman's Hat and eventually later landed at the north shore estate. 

A traditional Hawaiian welcome greeted us with fragrant leis and kisses from the dancers. Sella was enchanted and Sol had the stupidest grin on his face as he kissed each dancer in turn.

Leaving them, Philip accompanied me as I went to have my leg looked at again and then be with Maria.

I was hungry.

**********

Early evening, Thursday, December 20th 

Sella....

I had hoped to hear again from Zio Paolo. After Zia Angelina had died, I was sure the poor man was going to have a lonely life and instead, was pleasantly surprised. He wrote he had found a lady friend, a doctor who was helping him regain his health. 

As much as I had liked Zia Angelina, there were times when I thought she wasn't very nice to him. Many times when he was home, she would have a reason to go into town and have one of the men drive her. 

I would have thought he would go with her once in a while, at the very least but seemed content to kiss her on the cheek and wave goodbye while the car disappeared in a cloud of dust down the road.

Whatever there was between them, it wasn't my business, but just the same...

Delfina and Mimi and spent the day at the beach and were tired. Mr. Osborne and his wife had several of the house staff set up entertainment for the children while the adults were at the party. I think it was because Miss Alessa didn't want to see that horrid little boy that kicked her. What a little shit.

There were several hours before the evening's luau on the beach, so I judiciously got out my laptop and started quizzing myself on the various aspects of the Corporation's business. Alessa expected me to reach the benchmarks she had set and I had no desire to displease her about something as important as this.

As much as I was grateful to God that my uncle's plans for me had come to nothing as far as being Signore Crowell's putana, I was saddened by the death of Colonel Jim, as everyone still insisted on calling him. He had risked his life saving me and I never had a chance to thank him. I know that if things had been different and we had married, I would have been a good wife and hopefully, eventually would have loved him, as he deserved.

I was pleased to know that he would have never done that, from what everyone said, his code of ethics was set to high. Miss Alessa, they were going to be married, that was so different from what Zio Paolo had in mind. I had no idea why he thought I would sleep with a man just for security... was that what Zia Angelina had done? Was that why he let her do what she pleased? O, Dio, she was cheating on Paolo! Oh, Jesus...

The time passed so quickly that I was startled by a knock on my door.

"Sella, are you in there? Are you OK? I'm coming in."

Christine opened the door to my darkened room lit only by the glow of the computer screen. Holding her Glock in one hand, she reached for the light switch with the other.

"Hey, what's the matter?" I asked, startled. What the hell? She could have shot me!

"Miss Alessa sent me to find you. The luau's been going on for over an hour, already. The governor's here with his wife and there's some other people she'd like you to meet. C'mon."

"Oh, I've been studying with the laptop. Let me lock it up and change my clothes. Wait for me, OK?"

With the laptop locked into the wall safe, I took a quick shower, quickly brushed my long dark hair and put on one of the pink sarongs that I had purchased earlier. Looking one last time in the mirror, I adjusted the neckline a bit and left with my friend. I wondered where Christine had hid her gun under her light green one.

Down on the beach, the sun was dipping behind the western coastal range, quickly plunging the northern coastline into darkness. The only illumination came from the tiki torches placed around the blankets on the sand and the lights around the buffet table. The rest of the world disappeared.

Standing nearby, the governor, his wife, two other people and Alessa were waiting for us to arrive.

"Oh, there you are! Governor, Mrs. Kilani, may I present to you our new associates: Ms. Sella Vincenzi and Ms. Christine Rosatti."

"Very pleased to meet both of you. Miss Alessa has told us how happy she is with you both. I hope that you are enjoying your visit to our state."

"And, this is Bob Osborne and his wife, Sayomi."

The Osborne man was a pleasant-looking person but his wife... oh, his wife! As a woman, I admit to comparing myself to her and felt that she was indeed a very beautiful Japanese woman. She had a certain 'something' that some women have, other women envy and men instinctively search for.

Since they were living at the estate, I was wondering where they had been.

"Have you been here before?" the governor's wife asked. I wasn't sure if she was just being polite or actually cared one way or the other.

Christine spoke first. "Yes, ma'am. I spent a year here at Pearl, with the Air Force. It was an interesting time."

I was surprised. She had never told me about that. "No, ma'am," I answered. "This is my first trip here. Until now, I've been living in Italy."

"Come with me, young lady, you simply must tell me all about it!" Grabbing my hand, the governor's wife, Mathea pulled me from the group toward one of the dimly lit blankets closer to the water. A romantic evening playing 'beach blanket bingo,' it wasn't going to be.

Alessa....

I gave Christine a subtle nod to follow and she left to follow the two disappearing into the darkness surrounding the beach.

"Well, now that that's taken care of, Governor, that project Jimmy started and we've been working on is ready to go."

Osborne entered the conversation. "Sir, I'm ready to show you the information you requested. Would you like to go in, now?"

"Yes, let's get it out of the way before dinner. Always a pleasure, Miss Alessa." The governor kissed my hand and turned away and the two men left the crowd and went into the house. 

I needed someone to listen to me, someone not directly connected with the Malibu group. I turned to Sayomi and asked her to walk with me. When we approached the sand, we took off our sandals and left them on the bench.

She congratulated me on my pregnancy and asked how I was feeling. For the next hour, we talked about many things including her marriage to Bob, her problems with her aunts, and her own desire to become a mother. She was hoping to, also, she said, because she felt she was getting older much too quickly. She hinted at a love life that reminded me of the glorious two weeks Jimmy and I had.

I think she was afraid to mention what happened that day. When I had gone to Hawaii, I was not in the mood to really speak to anyone and it was only after returning to Malibu did I realize I had been very inconsiderate of the people who had worked so hard to keep Jimmy alive.

"Oh, please, don't worry about it. I see people everyday handle such a huge amount of stress, each one differently. Under the circumstances, I'd say that you were pretty much under control. I am so sorry that he..."

We continued down the beach until we were well past the torchlight and deep into the night shadows.

"Sometimes, I think I was under too much control and only now, with the baby coming, do I truly realize what I've lost. My problem is, I'm in love with someone else and I really don't know what to do. Do I tell him and possibly make him uncomfortable, especially because he works for me, or do I stay quiet and wonder what could have happened?"

"How much do you love him?" She put her hand on mine and we stopped walking. My toes curled up in the black sand. Jimmy's, well, my property now, was along the shore where the sand came from the volcanic rock. The sky was black and we disappeared into the soul of the universe. If there was indeed a God, he was out there somewhere doing something else. I think he forgot about me.

I stared out at the black ocean, only seeing the fluorescence of the waves' edges and hearing the hiss of the water washing up on the sand. "I dream about him every night. I want to be in his arms, I want his kisses, I want him to make love to me." 

Only the darkness kept Sayomi from seeing my embarrassment. I was aroused. What was the matter with me? Just thinking of Jimmy, Maria or Philip was enough. This couldn't be normal, could it? Back to the psychologist, I guess. 

"Have you..."

"Oh, God, no..."

"I meant have you spoken to him?"

"No, I'm afraid to. There's too much at stake for me. Besides, do you think he would want to raise another man's child?" That and my love for Jimmy and Maria were the only things holding me back from professing my love to Philip like a love-besotted teen-age girl. At least, that's what I imagined a teen-age girl might do. My years were spent in my room, studying.

"The child is going to be there whether he wants to be with you or not," Sayomi said. "Like it or not, you're a package deal, now, unless you're heartless and give the child to nannies and boarding schools."

I was quiet for a long time, mulling over her words. I had spent many a lonely moment obsessing over the same thing. It was a great motivator to take chances and bringing Michael into my office was one that worked on so many levels. Along with the Corporation, I must also have inherited that from Jimmy.




Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 35



"Nannies, I can't help it, because of the corporation's needs. Boarding school, never. Besides, we have our own school in Malibu." ...and Jimmy had made sure it is a fine one, too.

"What about the child's needs? What about your needs? Are you going to let the company dictate your life like I let my aunts' decisions long ago dictated mine?"

'or like Jimmy let the military dictate his?' I thought.

I was quiet, once again. I felt her hand grip mine, almost pushing me to make a choice.

Jimmy had said 'sometimes you make the decisions, sometimes life makes the decisions for you and you have no control of them.'

"Damn it, you're right. I'm going to tell him tonight. He might not like what he's going to hear, though. There's something I haven't told you. I'm in another relationship at the same time."

"What do you mean? 

I was thinking I had already said too much to this woman. How our conversation got to this point, I couldn't even remember. It had all tumbled out by itself.

Philip, I just noticed, was keeping his ever-constant eye on me, silhouetted in the shadows cast by the torches. I should have known he was going to be nearby, no matter where I went.

I was determined to finally have that talk with him that my heart had been demanding for so long a time. What the future had in store for me, for Maria and me, for us and Philip, I did not know but was going to discover as soon as I could.

"I'm sorry," she said, putting her hand back on mine, "I was just a little shocked at what you said. Who is the other man, if I may ask?"

"That's just it, it's not... it's another woman." There, I had said it and I could just see the fiery pits of hell opening to suck me in. My Baptist upbringing rose from the depths of my despair telling me I was damned. Even Jimmy's Catholic Church condemned what Maria and I had and now I wanted to bring in Philip... I was going to hell. Who was I to believe? ...old men who were hypocrites, saying one thing and doing another, who probably never loved anyone but their mothers and maybe not even then, a pack of molesters, liars and uncaring bastards?

Were there a few good priests and ministers in the world? Yes, I've met a few, but I shouldn't have had to look that hard to find them. When religion became 'big business', it lost sight of what Jesus wanted us to do. 

Who was throwing stones, now? In the film, 'Inherit the Wind,' Spencer Tracy's character says that there was more sanctity in the power of the human mind than all the shouted 'Hosannas' these Pharisees threw at people like so much nothing.

Who was throwing stones, now?

It was Sayomi's turn to be silent.

"All right," she said. "Well, it depends on how much he loves you, I guess. Do you know if he is interested in you? I would think that's the most important thing to find out. Everything else is just... well, everything else. 

"What living arrangements have you considered? Would you each have separate apartments? I don't know how you live over there."

Like a dam that burst, I told her everything from the first day I met Jimmy to the moment we just had. By the time I remembered Philip was standing only feet away listening to every word and turned around, he was gone. 

Oh, God, he heard everything and left me alone.

I began crying uncontrollably, feeling that I had destroyed my life once again. I just knew he was going to quit, at the very least appoint someone else to be my watchdog.

I didn't have a tissue, never expecting to need one at the beach and tried to wipe my flowing tears with my sarong. A cloth handkerchief was put into my fingers and I pressed it to my eyes.

"Sayomi... thank you for the..."

She was gone and the dark figure before me lifted me easily from the sand and wrapped me in his arms, his lips seeking mine in the dark, his tongue licking an invitation which I greedily accepted.

Bobby....

With maps posted on the wall and diagrams in hand, I was pointing out to the governor several areas of Maui that had been identified as known marijuana plantations. 

"I think you already know this but I'd like to go over it with you together.

"I would like to try to eradicate this area here, first," I said, pointing to a part of the map that highlighted the eastern side of Maui. "As you well know, this is the Hana Forest Reserve, a perfect spot for growers due to its relative isolation and the incredible growing conditions here in the state. 

"The Corporation has tested this now for six years and our botanists are confident it poses no threat to anything else. Here, we're on the third generation for some native plants that we've treated, and there has been no die off or genetic mutation. 

"More importantly, we've continually exposed them to native animal life, and they have shown no effects one way of the other. I believe we're ready for a full scale test."

"How big did you say your test area here was?"

"It's a full quarter mile square, with a full mile buffer zone on all sides. The effects were seen within the first hour. What you are going to see, tomorrow, has been in place for over three years, following intensive testing in the greenhouses."

"I'm looking forward to seeing it. You have no idea how much I appreciate what you are doing for us."

"Well, you know Miss Alessa and even though I've only been working for her since late September, my attitude toward drug dealers is the same if not harsher. They are a scourge that must be eliminated as fast as possible. No more fooling around with half-ass attempts.

"Once this is proven, we're going to work on something for the poppy fields. However, I don't want to lose the California poppy which would be a personal disaster and one for the state."

"You know I'm a hundred percent behind you and will put whatever state resources you need behind you."

"We won't need anything except a 'get out of jail card.'"

The governor wrinkled his nose. "I seem to smell some fine food calling us. Do you have Coors?"

"Of course, whatever else? I once went to Golden and took the tour; they had an open bar!"

The governor and I left the house and headed back to the luau

Sayomi....

I ran back to the luau. Philip had silently motioned to me to leave and I then knew who Alessa's mystery lover was. Looking back on it, it seemed too obvious.

While the governor and Bobby were discussing the upcoming drug eradication raids, Sella, Christine, the governor's wife, Mathea and I were soon laughing quite loudly at Sella's impressions of America. 

I hated to leave Alessa alone on the beach with Philip but I really had no choice. I would have been a bigger impediment to them than the conversation they were going to have with each other.

Both Sella and Christine were quick to emphasize the admiration they had for Colonel Paras and Alessa and how they hoped to have a permanent place in their organization. Where was Paras, anyway? I had only seen her for a few minutes at the start of the party and not since.

The conversation drifted over to Malthea's admiration of Jim Crowell. 

"My husband and I had tried over the years to introduce him to several women here and although he had been extremely courteous and quite the gentleman, there never seemed to be any spark. 

"When he and Alessa finally discovered each other... He'd thrown his life into the business; he didn't seem to see anything else and all these people he's surrounded himself with, while they're loyal to even dying for him, they couldn't replace a wife and children.

"You know, if we don't get some food, there won't be any left! What do you say?"

"I suppose so," said Sella. Yet, as she stood up, she seemed to be a million miles away. Christine also seemed to be lost in thought over something.

I felt left out.

Sella....

Mathea took us in hand to the buffet which had been set up near a bamboo planting. As we were looking at all the food, I knew this was not the time to stop eating sensibly; I realized my many new clothes weren't going to fit and I had spent thousands of dollars acquiring a new wardrobe.

My new job meant sitting down a lot, the morning exercises were going to kill me if I put on any more weight and hidden in the back of my mind, never too far from my thoughts, was my growing dissatisfaction with being alone. If I turned into a woman with 'secretarial' spread there would be no hope for me and I knew that many might consider me 'damaged merchandise.' Fortunately, the only one who I was sure of knowing what had happened to me was Christine who I considered my sister.

I didn't really feel hungry and was able to just take a sampling of the foods. I did like the pork, though and it was rather difficult to take such a small amount, mostly just a mouthful. 

After most of the diners had finished, the dancers and drummers came out, and from the surrounding palms came many colored lights. The rhythmic beat started, calling out some primitive emotion to me as the hula girls began their sultry dance as my blood began to race...

Christine....

When we first flew to America I was unaware of Sella's original interest in Jim, but I did know that after the aftermath of that horrifying night, Sella had lived as if in a convent. With no contact with any men except those working for her uncle, I knew the general would have immediately dismissed any man showing any interest in her and probably makng her life an even more private hell.

I really thought Paolo would have put more attention to his young wife who shamelessly flirted with the men at the villa when he wasn't home. When he called and told me that she had been 'kidnapped and murdered' I could only listen to the emotionless way he described the fatal events. As sure as I was breathing, I knew he had killed her and the men she had been sleeping with.

Then it came as a flash: the two sweet little girls weren't his! Jesus, what a mess. I couldn't blame him, though when later he explained how she was trying to poison him and cuckolded him in his own bed. Italians have a different sense of justice, once in a while equaled by some Americans. Unfortunately, many men will just accept what happened in the insane hope it won't happen again while others would just walk away.

Love and hate are two emotions that motivate almost everything we do in life... but the opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. Those men whose wives cheat on them and accept it for some mad wish that she would love him back if he'd only support her happiness... 'it's only sex... I still love you.'

It's a sad thing to have your lover deceive you but to allow it with full knowledge that she is giving to another the passion that should have been yours alone... that's just sick and not worthy of anyone calling himself a man. 

Maybe that's it... the lack of worth these men had from birth... the desire for degradation, a masochistic pleasure that I would never understand.

It makes me sick and even though I'm never going to love any man I would hope that I would never care for the woman I do love in such an indifferent manner.

I was intrigued that the general had sent the four of us to America, as if he knew something was going to happen and wanted the only women in his life that had never betrayed him safe. 

With the drums still beating in the background, I looked closely at Sella. She was entranced watching the girls dancing, I suppose caught up in her own private world by the primitive call of the islands and I saw that in the torchlight silhouette she was unconsciously touching herself. Thank God, it was dark.

There is something here that I am missing, something past just coming to America and getting a business education working for us. Just, what is it? I know she would have sold her soul to get out of there. What deal with the devil did she make?

As hard as I thought about it, it never occurred to me that Sella would have had an interest in Jim, even one foisted upon her by Paolo in his mad hope to give her a better life. 

I looked at my watch. It was almost midnight and the morning's exercise regimen was coming soon enough. Fortunately, the luau was coming to an end, punctuated by the applause of the audience in the distance.

I didn't care; I was going to sleep in.

Some of the staff stayed up to gather the blankets and picnic supplies that could not stay out all night while the morning staff would bring in the rest.

Sella and I escorted the governor's wife back to the house. Having been to the house many times, though, Mathea knew the layout better than we did and bid us goodnight as she entered the guest room she and her husband always used on their visits with Colonel Jim.

I checked in on Delfina and Mimi. We had put them to bed at nine o'clock and they were sound asleep, even through the beat of the drums.

Philip....

Months of frustration melted away as I held Alessa in my arms. Our lips interlocked, our bodies pressed against each other, I could feel her baby bump, the constant reminder to me that she was carrying Jim's baby and I immediately was hard, pushing against her.

I had no right to complain, no right to be jealous. She had been his from the beginning and he had been my best friend. Maybe, that's why he asked me to be her guardian; I was the only one he could trust to keep her safe. I wish I had been able to extend that protection to him. I would have gladly died for him and I knew he would for me and now it had been my responsibility, no my privilege to offer myself to Alessa the same way.

"Philip, I need to talk to you about..."

"I heard everything, Alessa. If you want me, I am here for you, for whatever scraps you can leave me. I have loved you for a long time now, I guess it started after we were together every day walking. I..."

"Philip... please be quiet and just hold me."

I was afraid to hold her any tighter. In a way, I felt uncomfortable with my erection pushing against her stomach. I didn't want to hurt the baby, Jim's baby, Alessa's baby and if she wants, my baby, also. I would love that child with all my heart and be the best father possible, if she wants. I would tell that child about Jim when I was sure it could be understood with all the respect it deserved.

I had talked to my own father and he told me it would take a special man to raise another's as his own if the relationship was an honest one as this one could be. He honestly told me he didn't know a man could raise another's child if the wife had cheated and deceived him and that was how I found out I was adopted.

I told him that he would always be my dad and asked him. He told me a long sad tale of his brother who was killed in a car accident and his brother's pregnant wife who was put into a wheelchair. Now, I knew what had happened to mom and why she was different when I grew up. Thankfully, she did eventually walk again after many painful operations and they had a child of their own, my brother. 

My respect for him grew as he spoke to me and finished by telling me there was no shame in loving Alessa and if she somehow loved me back, I would be a very lucky man. He made me swear that if I did marry her, I would always remember his memories of his brother and love and protect the baby that was coming with my new life.

As much as I had told Alessa that I would be satisfied with scraps of her love and I knew that I was going to share her with Maria, somehow, my own territoriality extended to bring her even closer to me. What happened with Maria remained to be seen and I determined to leave that decision to them.

Why was I nervous? Maybe there was something more to their relationship than I thought. What else could there be?

As these thoughts moved around my heart, she looked at me in the dark and asked me to take her back to the beach house. I pulled out the flashlight I always carried after sunset and carefully picked out a safe path on the beach.

********

The walk back to the estate house seemed longer than ever and the darkness matched my trepidation and each step I took, sinking into the sand mirrored the sinking feeling in my stomach.

I was nervous... afraid... terrified of what could happen when we arrived.

I hoped this day would come, in my own way of thinking, when I discovered that Alessa and Maria were lovers. I said I hoped this day would come because I was in love with Alessa and if I were to be accepted by Maria...

As much as I was obsessed with Alessa, I knew that she would never leave Maria. The acknowledgment that both women were bi-sexual had been a hard one for me to admit. To discover I was the third person she loved was a difficult one and yet how was it any different from someone I might have met somewhere else?

Jim had been in love with at least two women that I knew about and I always thought there was something between Maria and him although I never was sure.

And... what of myself? I had a girl during college and another while in the Secret Service... was I really any different from them? I wasn't ambivalent as much as grasping at straws to get what I wanted, what I needed, what I desired. But, to what lengths was I willing to travel in order to have her? At best, the situation was a convoluted mess with a baby, a dead lover, a bi-sexual liaison that seemed permanent, a man that lived with them but in what capacity and now me.

Getting my head finally around that made me feel a little more secure about Alessa but there still was the situation with Maria. It was one thing to be a serial monogamist but sharing was something that I had never done and I wasn't sure whether I could or even wanted to... It reminded me of those 50s romantic comedies on the movie channel with Doris Day and Rock Hudson where the woman or the man is always dating a different person each night. Maybe not... I don't know... but I knew I couldn't give her up... even if I had to share her. 

If it had been with another man, that would have killed me and I would have had to leave the Corporation. The idea of another man other than Jim, having her, loving her, fucking her was more than I could bear. To find out that she would have done something like...

Double standard? Probably, but everyone is different when it comes to love and sex. I've been told there are men out there who in some way find the ability to 'share' their wives, or 'wife-swap' or accept the woman having affairs and quietly wait for her to come home and tell him about it or not, to tell him that he's not 'man' enough for her. It somehow made me feel like a cuckolded husband.

I understood that I was coming into a relationship that had already been established between Maria and Alessa and if anyone might be upset, it was Maria.

Maria....

Alessa and I had agreed to meet with Philip, explain what the situation was and leave what happened next to him. I've watched them together, once Alessa told me of her attraction to him. It was obvious that he was in love with her but was that love strong enough to withstand what we were going to propose? On the face of it, it seemed like any man would want to jump right in but I knew Philip was cut from a different cloth.

Both Alessa and I needed a man in our bed. It was inevitable. Both she and I are still in love with Jim or at least the memory of the man. Alessa obviously swings both ways although I'm unsure when that happened. Did my own actions lead her down that path? I was so lonely and I had grown to love her very much. 

Michael, God bless him, was becoming the man I had hoped for when I met him on the aircraft carrier. While his submissiveness to strong women was something that I could work with, he was slowly regaining the rest of his masculinity thanks to Alessa. Working with her every day, giving him serious work to do with people depending upon him, that was the impetus he needed to assert himself.




Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 36



Ch 36
There's no place like home for the holidays

Copyright @ calibeachgirl
All rights reserved, 2010



Early morning, Sunday, December 23rd

Alessa....

I startled awake; my breathing started to slow as I stared at the ceiling fan, slowly turning, turning, turning. 

I looked at the clock. Too early to get up, too late to fall back asleep. Lying there, trying to recapture my dream before the details slipped away from my mind. Jimmy and Philip stood side by side. A smile came onto my face as I thought of him. Jimmy told me it was all right, he didn't want me to spend the rest of my life alone. Our love, just as his and Miriam's, would live on... death was not powerful enough to destroy what we had.

God would never be so cruel as to fool me, would he? I could never believe in a God that toys with fragile human hearts. One of the biggest differences between Jesus and His Father and the capricious Greek and Roman gods, God didn't play with humans for His own amusement.

Christmas had to prove His love for us... for me... as the song says, 'for every dream that's shattered, another one comes true,' and I needed another dream to live so badly it brought me to tears every night.

Ever since I had begun my flirtations with Philip I knew it was going to end here. He was the only one that Jimmy trusted explicitly, why else would he 'give' me to him? Almost a medieval, Biblical sense of protection and who else would THE alpha give his woman to than his second in command in that respect, another alpha. He knew that if something happened to him, Philip was the alpha he wanted me to be with.

When I had first thought about it, it angered me that Jimmy would consider me someone to be 'given' away but the more I reflected upon what he had done, I accepted his judgment. No one else would be 'man' enough, in his opinion, to protect me and desire me as he felt I deserved. 

**********

Christine....

At sunrise, every member of the staff was grouped together near the water, prepared to continue the daily run we did in Malibu. Even though some had made a major error of staying up late, we all knew the run was mandatory. 

With all the guests from California, we set out in smaller groups heading away to the west so that the early morning sun wouldn't be in our eyes. 

Alessa didn't change any of the standing traditions that had been in place before her lover was killed. I hope to never find out how horrible a feeling that had to be. I noticed, quietly, that she had been friendly with Philip the last few months and oddly, had mixed feelings about that. 

I knew that she had only been with Crowell the shortest time but still... and then I had reality hit me in the face. Paolo had found himself a new lady friend following the tragic death of his wife, Angelina. I don't think the truth will ever come out about what really happened but the police over there were satisfied. Paolo had the best alibi you could have, having coffee with the parish priest in full view of the village plaza.

Those two men with her... the one question no one had an answer to was 'why did Angelina give everyone the day off except those two men who died with her?' I'm sure that rumors must have flown around the village, helped along by the old black-dressed widows still grieving their husbands twenty years later.

The woman always treated me kindly although I always felt she was watching how and when I spoke to the men at the villa. Although I personally had some serious misgivings about her own behavior, I'm sorry what happened to her was so violent.

If she only knew that I had no interest in the villa's men... or, any men for that matter, she might have felt a little more secure. It's all over, now, so let sleeping dogs lie, as they say and hope that God was more forgiving than Paolo.

Yes, Paolo... I knew damn well what he had done, somehow. He's a Marine and although I was Air Force, I understood what any Marine was capable of doing.

I just hoped that Paolo gave Angelina a few moments to explain her actions and a chance to pray to God before he killed her. She was an ungrateful bitch, now that I really thought about it. Good for him!

Those two bastards who helped Angelina cuckold Paolo in his own home, his own bed... as far as I was concerned, they got what they deserved. Paolo may have been the doting husband when it came to her, giving her everything she desired... yes, probably even that. But, the complete lack of respect, to fuck that wanton bitch in the house with the children there, with the servants there... it was unavoidable there would be retribution coming in a most violent guise.

The run began along the beach and would eventually work its way up to the waterfall a mile away and then back to the house. The hard packed wet sand made running easy and cool, constantly wetted by the foamy light-green water coming ashore.

"Ohhhhh, I'm glad I watched what I was eating last night. What do you think? Am I improving at all?" While Sella's heavy rapid breathing was quite different from mine, she was now keeping up with the group at the back of the pack. Although we had been in Malibu for a good while, Sella still needed daily encouragement on these morning runs. The years of staying at the villa... although she was a very nice looking young woman and would have attracted any man with her dark features and Italian hips and bust... she was out of muscle-tone and I continued to work with her.

I loved her... just not as a friend...

"Sella, you're doing great. I've noticed that I've gained a little weight, also," I lied. "I'm sitting around too much, with these classes we've been taking as well as studying all of Alessa's stuff. 

"Remember those gowns we were measured for when we first got here? We're going to be seriously embarrassed if they don't fit when we go to pick them up.

"Don't feel bad. Since we've come into whatever it is that we're doing, the food has been flying at us. We'll help each other."

"You'd do that for me?" she asked between short gasps as she stopped running and bent over, her hands on her knees, her luscious ass pointing at me.

"Yes, Sella, I would. Even though I'm your watchdog, I'm also your... your friend and I've come to love you. Sella, I do love you." 

I took Sella's hand and gently squeezed it. How I wished that she would understand my desire for her. Philip had to feel the same way every time he was with Alessa, I imagined.

"Sweetheart, it'll be fun and as long as we're here on the beach... this has got to be the best place in the world to run around. People pay big money to come over here to do this for a few days and we're going it for free. Alessa and Maria weren't kidding when they said we would be rats on the wheel."

"Thank you, Christine. You have no idea how alone I've felt since..."

"It's all right... please don't cry. It's going to be all right." I used the opportunity to put my arm around her, wiping her tears with my fingers. Standing on the beach, we were falling farther and farther behind the rest of the group.

"C'mon, baby, let's get going."

She put her own fingers over mine, not so much stopping them from touching her face but moving them down to her moist kissable pouty lips and... OH... MY... GOD!!! She sucked my fingers into her mouth and caressed them with her tongue all the while looking at me inquisitively, searching for acceptance.

I couldn't help myself and slowly pulling my fingers from her mouth, kissed her as deeply as I could, my penetrating tongue replacing my fingers.

We eventually started running again and saw the first groups returning to the house while we were nowhere near the waterfall going the other way. 

Finally, we came to the estate's waterfall. Beneath the lush green foliage of the rain forest, the foaming cascade tumbled into a large clear pool from high up the mountainside. The verdant canopy shaded the water, keeping cool.

I looked at Sella, grabbed her hand and together we jumped into the water, a more symbolic gesture I couldn't think of. Flying through the air, screaming as loud as we could, we hit the water and disappeared beneath the white foam, bobbing to the surface, spitting the cool fresh water.

"That was SO cool... let's do it again!" Sella had already started to leave the water when I caught her and removed her bathing suit bottom, touching her in just the right places, making her eyes roll, making her body convulse, making her moan just for me. 

In what seemed not enough time, we were lying on the soft ground, looking up through the green light of the trees, our hands tracing lazy circles on each other's bodies, lost in the first excitement of a new love. 

"Sella... I've loved you all these years... We never had time alone... Paolo would have killed me if he knew. I've never been with anyone else, I've never wanted anyone else." I hung my heart out there to be crushed if she wasn't as serious as I was and just looked on this as a diversion away from Malibu.

"If you want me," she calmly said, "I'm yours."

I moved between her legs and lowered my mouth.

Eventually, we stood up. Catching my breath, I joked, "you know we have to jump in again, don't you? Now, we're covered with dirt!"

She starting laughing so hard she fell down gasping for air. I didn't think it was that funny but thanked a merciful God who had looked kindly upon us.

**********

Bobby....

"What I want to do first is fly over the test area so that you can get a good idea of what happened. Then, we'll take a couple of SUVs out there and get you a close up look to see how the natural flora and fauna have completely replaced the marijuana. How does that sound?"

"Works for me," said the governor. "How long do you think this will take? I want to tell the wife so that she doesn't worry about me."

"Well, I figure about an hour in the air, and then maybe two more on the ground. Miss Alessa is putting together something nice at lunch for Mathea, but they'll probably spend the day talking about God knows what. We've put up a couple of cell phone towers between here and Honolulu so you have coverage should you need to speak with your office.

I looked around. "Alessa's new assistants will be accompanying us. She's teaching them the business from the ground up. Sayomi wants her thinking about the baby, not pushing papers."

The helicopter cabin was silent for a few moments, save for the blades starting to spin.

"Well, anyway, that was a major factor in bringing these two on board with her, I'm sure. She needed some people who are smart, think fast on their feet and are young enough to handle the crazy schedule she's been running.

"OK, here they come."

"Sorry we're late, Mr. Osborne. Two of the cameras refused to take a charge. I don't know what happened, we checked them last night."

"But, you're good to go, now, right?"

"Yes, sir, good to go." While I didn't say anything, Christine could see I wasn't pleased with having to wait with the governor on board. What she didn't know was that I knew why they were late. I had been running my own exercise routine and saw enough. I would have a talk with Christine and Sella about telling the truth, no matter how embarrassing it might be. Alessa asked me if I could use them here and I needed to know I could trust them. God knows, with everything that happened with Sayomi, I wasn't going to worry about a couple of 'closet' lesbians on my staff.

Within minutes, we were hovering over the test site. Using binoculars, the governor looked down on the now pristine rain forest.

"You're saying that this area was first treated three years ago?"

"Yes, Crowell wanted to leave it alone after that to see the long-term effects on the plants, animals and insects.

"The natural ecosystems of the islands have been so compromised due to plain stupidity and greed; this miserable plant just symbolizes to me all that's wrong. Sayomi and I live here and we don't want our home surrounded by trash.

"And, you know, I'm just sick of reading about people disappearing and never being heard from again.

"Have you seen enough from the air? We can land shortly and inspect from the ground."

"Yes, let's do that. Let me have some of that water, will you?"

Taking a long drink of bottled water, the governor wiped his mouth with his arm and grinned at his newest friend.

Back on the ground, the four of us were surrounded by Corporation armed men. Even on Alessa's private land, there was always the frightening possibility of running into armed growers. 

The governor and I decided that every grower was to be given one chance to surrender which was a little nicer than what had been in place. Crowell had put in place a 'shoot on sight' policy against any grower who refused. 

Thanks to the governor, each of the Corporation men would be deputized into the drug enforcement task force of the state police, easing any paperwork that might arise. 

Since Crowell had employed several former Army snipers, a number of growers had been killed outright, the rest arrested on a number of charges starting with trespassing, growing with intent to sell and working up to different felonies like attempted murder.

At the test site, every trace of marijuana had disappeared, replaced by the natural plant life of the islands. Where it had once been silent, we could hear the calls of island birds who had returned to their traditional territories.

"This is magnificent. This is fantastic." The governor slowly walked into the plant life from the roadway on the raised wooden walkway that cut into the forest. Once in a while, he knelt down to look closely at this plant or that insect, always moving further into the trees. 

Behind him, Christine and Sella were conducting their own investigations. I hoped they were up to the task of cataloging everything that was growing out here, Sayomi needed the help and we didn't want to bring in anyone not already connected with the Corporation and even then...

Using forms they had worked on for the last two weeks before arriving, Christine entered data into both laptops. Sella was using four digital cameras to record the present conditions at the site. 

Something had caught their attention and they kept referring to a data base of plants in the computer. They started talking rapidly in Italian and Sella pulled out a Peterson field guide. Hurriedly paging back and forth through it, she finally found the page she was looking for and excitedly pointed to a photograph in the book.

Once again, the Italian between the two of them was coming faster and faster and what little I did know soon was lost as one word rapidly flowed into another.

"Let's do it. It's too bad that this whole enterprise is dead secret. There's no sense in tipping our hand on this. And, as you said, this IS downright dangerous."

"Yes, Governor, you're absolutely right. As a matter of fact, the only people here that know about it are the people you just met traveling now with us, Alessa and her two protégés here and although they designed the software package, they didn't know about this project until they were on the way here from California.

"I'll have everything in place right after Christmas. My target date is the 27th. And, you know? If we can bring in same species plants from other areas of the island, the plant life can recover much, much faster."

"Good. I think Mathea and I will stay until the spraying is completed and we know something one way or the other if that's all right with you."

"Governor, you and your wonderful wife can be our guests anytime you want to get away from the city." I turned and called out to the women. "Are you two finished?"

"Just a few more minutes, please. We've found some very interesting plants here. You need to see them."

I figured she would say something like that after all the excitement the two had shown. The governor and I walked over to the women, who by this time were lying on the wooden planks, photographing three minute plants. Sella took a digital and showed it to us on the laptop.

"That's impossible!" the governor said. "This plant's been extinct for at least forty years! Show me where they are."

Christine pointed the plants out with a laser pointer and handed the governor a large magnifying glass. The governor dropped to the wood next to her and carefully inspected the tiny green forms.

To say that HE was excited would have been an understatement. "Do you realize what this means? What other plants are out here that have been lost? Do you think they were dormant, waiting for their chance to come back? This is fantastic!"

Then he stopped talking as the realization came to him that he couldn't tell anyone about it, at least not now. If word of the re-discovery reached the public, there would be a mad race to collect and sell them and other rare plants in the underground market of exotic plants and animals that served only to quicken the loss.

He and I walked back to the SUVs, leaving them lying there.

"Well, Bob, what are we going to do now? You're the biologist."

"That's nice, but you're the governor. Given the importance of this plant, we can't keep it secret forever. Surely, you know some trustworthy people at the university that we can bring out here. 

"We'll have to do it carefully, because I don't want any connection between this discovery and our home. They could clone them."

"I'll check into it... I want to make sure that your two young women here get full credit for the discovery. We can always give the location as 'undisclosed' for the present. We have enough records to find this place again? GPS, right?"

"Yes. That's a standard for everything we've been doing. I'll have them put together a power-point for you to take with you. We'll just leave the location out."

"I wonder how many more are out here where we can't see them?"

Sella and Christine finished packing all the equipment into their cases and returned to the SUVs.

On the drive back to the beach house, the talk had shifted from stopping the marijuana growers to the exciting discovery of the lost plant. Ideas flew back and forth as to how the plants had survived. 

"I believe the plants were always there, just hidden away," Christine remarked. "Think about it. Most of the rain forest here has never had a human set foot there. These plants, and many others like it, are probably out there waiting for us to find them. It was just a fluke that we happened to stumble across them, here and now. It's a classic example of right place, right time."

"Christine," said the governor, "your idea makes a lot of sense. One problem that has to be addressed is the presence of these growers. Any scientists we send out here are going to have to be protected. Of course, that could be a great training exercise for the National Guard. I'm going to think about that once we've done the Hana Reserve on the 27th.

"When do you think you'll have that power-point finished?"

She opened her laptop. A few keystrokes and a short wait later, she answered, "Governor, we can have ready by late this afternoon, if nothing else turns up. We have to strip all the digital information from the photographs." She looked at me for approval.

I nodded 'yes,' and wondered if they were going to stay in Hawaii or return to California with Miss Alessa and Colonel Paras. Their enthusiasm was certainly delightful to see, almost, I guiltily thought, seeing the two of them loving one another back by the waterfall.

I decided not to tell Sayomi.

By the time we had reached the beach house, Christine and Sella had already talked through the presentation for the governor, including which photos might give some clue to the location and therefore would be left out. They excitedly headed to the bedroom they were sharing and started working.




Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 36



Sella told me later that of all the tasks she had to do since coming to America, this one was the first that she was really interested in. She asked if they would staying here.

I told them I would make my decision after I spoke with them after we returned to the house.

All the way back, the only thing floating through my mind was the sight of these women at the waterfall, Christine's face buried between Sella's legs, hands under her thighs. Jesus, if I did have them stay, life was going to be very different.

How many lesbians worked for the Corporation, anyhow? It seemed way out of proportion to what even GLAAD said there were.

I wondered what Sayomi would say... probably nothing considering our own love life. 

Crap! What if she decided she wanted to try? No... that wouldn't happen... would it?

**********

Christine....

I could tell that Bob wasn't pleased about our being late. I began to worry if that alone was enough to send us packing back to Malibu and maybe out of the Corporation, altogether, or if... no way, there was no way he could have seen or known anything about... Oh, God, that was it. 

Well, this job has already given us enough money that we could spend a few years together traveling before worrying about getting permanent employment.

As the helicopters landed and we disembarked, I saw him curling his finger at me, calling me over.

"Christine, I want to see you and Sella in my office as soon as you've put away all the equipment, say no later than five minutes."

Whatever friendliness he had before vanished. He didn't even wait for a reply as he walked away with the governor. The clock was ticking.

Bob....

I told the governor I'd see him in a bit and he walked off in search of his wife and probably Miss Alessa. I decided to play a scene out of the 'Godfather' and deliberately left the drapes closed and turned off all the lights except for the desk lamp I had. I moved the two chairs away to the wall just in time as I heard the knock on the door.

I let them sweat a little.

Sitting behind what was now my large oak desk that Crowell had brought from the mainland, I was satisfied with my 'look' and said as unemotionally as possible, "Come in."

My heart went out to the man. He worked so hard to build something lasting, he fell in love and lost everything is just a few seconds. Although I didn't really know the man, everything I've learned about him made me wish I had and I would pray for him each night.

The door swung open just a little as Christine poked her head around it and seeing me waiting, practically dragged Sella in behind her.

"Close the door, Christine." I waited, hopefully letting the suspense build up. As upset as I was about what they had done, not the sex but the lying, I was enjoying myself immensely.

The two of them stood there, Christine showing all her military bearing and willing to accept whatever was coming her way while Sella was scared enough I saw her hands and lips trembling.

"Christine, Sella... do you know why I've asked you here?"

"Yes, sir, I do... it wasn't Sella's fault, she does what I tell her and it was my decision to lie but with good cause, sir, that I couldn't explain in front of the governor and the other men, sir."

I caught the interesting detail about their relationship and it immediately reminded me of Sayomi's submissive behavior behind closed doors.

"I'm listening."

"We... we were making love at the waterfall and lost track of time and if you can forgive us this one time, I swear it will never happen again. We would like to stay here with you and work on this project. It's something that is not only important but very interesting... sir."

The silence was deafening.

"Ladies, I don't have a problem with you loving one another. Life's hard enough without worrying about what other people think or say.

"I am very disappointed, though, about your lying... you have a Blackberry, everyone here does. All you had to do is tell me you were going to be a little late and say you'd explain later, that's all.

If you want to be part of this project, part of this Corporation, you have to tell me or Sayomi the truth, no matter what, no matter how embarrassing it might be... we are dealing with things here that can get us all killed if I don't know what's going on with the people here.

Is that clear?"

I would like to have said she took it like a man but all things considered that just didn't seem right.

"Yes, sir, it will never happen again." She looked at her lover. "If I can't live up to that promise, Sella and I will leave on our own."

"Sella?"

"Yes, sir, I understand."

"All right, we're done with that. I'm never going to mention it to anyone except Sayomi. 

"Now, about the other issue... is this relationship going to public ...or?"

"Whatever you are comfortable with, sir. We are not ashamed of our feelings for one another."

"Fine, do what makes you comfortable. Evidently, there are quite a lot different relationships going on here, so I doubt anyone is going to say anything. I will see you later."

I couldn't let our conversation end on that down-note. "Ladies, Merry Christmas and welcome to Hawaii."



Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 37



 Ch 37
Life was insane

Copyright @ calibeachgirl
All rights reserved, 2010

Late evening, Christmas Eve

Philip....

Since I was the head of security for the Corporation and travelled everywhere that Jim had gone, I had my own suite of rooms at the North Shore estate. Over the last few years, I had bought a few things to make it mine even though we only came to Hawaii maybe four times a year. 

One of the few pictures I had was hanging on the wall, the president, Jim and I on the very beach outside my window. Saving both their lives the day before during the meeting between President Bush and the General Secretary of the Communist Party of China, Hu Jintao was so secret, it never happened. Hanging next to the photo was a plaque expressing the gratitude of the Chinese leader but for all I knew, it said I was a scurrilous Yankee dog.

Bush, on the other hand, felt his handshake was thanks enough. I never expected more, that was what the job was and every member of the Service was willing to die to save the life of whoever lived at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue.

That was how Jim and I met and how I ended up becoming his head of security. And, here I was, hoping to make sweet love to the woman carrying his baby. 

Life was insane and the twists and turns of Fate were impossible to predict or understand. 

My room was dimly lit by a small lamp on the nightstand and the bed had its covers drawn back as if waiting for us. I had laid down two large plastic trash-bags on the sheets followed by four towels and another blue silk sheet.

I was anything but calm.

Was it truly possible all my dreams and desires for the last four months was finally going to come true? In my heart, I knew she was even more beautiful than the first day I met her back in July. Her figure had filled out so wonderfully, her curves emphasized by her pregnancy aroused me more than any woman I'd ever seen and I was so hoping that she would not lose them after Jim's child was born and stay the way she was right now. Her five month figure was so erotic I wanted it to continue forever.

My emotional connection with him was even greater than brothers; he had to have known, deep in his own soul that if something happened to him I would be there for her. He knew my loyalty to him would extend past the grave.

Somehow, he had given me someone to fill the emptiness my life had known working for him. Whether he thought we would fall in love, I don't know, probably; what was there not to love?

There was a hushed, almost hesitant knock on the door.

Alessa had showered and made love with Maria just before we met at my room, she confessed later and had decided that she wanted her hair back the way it was. Our actions tonight would mark the end of our mourning and thank God, her wondrous hair, hidden all this time, returned in all its teased out magnificence. 

Just looking at her, I became uncomfortably hard as I believed Jim did every time he saw or thought of her.

We came together, an air of expectation on her face and mine, the only sound in the room our deep breathing. 

I held her in my arms, gently, tightly, carefully. We stood in the middle of the room, oblivious to our surroundings; there was nothing except the 'here' and the 'now' that we were in. 

Walking into the bedroom, we shook off our slippers.

Unbuttoning my shirt, Alessa pulled it out and off, dropping it behind her. Bracing herself against my waist and slowly kneeling down on the rug, she unzipped my pants, allowing them to fall to my feet. I stepped out of them and pushed them away with my foot.

Slowly, almost an inch at a time, she pulled down my underwear and held me in her nervous hands, the only man since she had loved Jim. Leaning forward, resting the side of her head against my leg, she kissed me there; moving again, without a sound, she brought her tongue out, circling me, opening her mouth, slowly taking me in, tasting my warm and slightly damp skin. She drew her head back and it popped out. 

She looked up at me, smiling and took it back in, her almost light milk-chocolate hand cautiously moving back and forth along its length.

I could only watch as it disappeared past her lips and into her mouth, her face pressed up against my groin as she unbelievably was able to swallow me down her throat. Oh, Jesus... I could feel the closure of her throat pressing on my dick on all sides and she started to move back and forth, taking a quick breath each time she pulled back.

The feeling of Alessa's mouth and tongue was driving me crazy, her face hidden by her rediscovered frizzy cinnamon hair as she slowly bobbed back and forth, my hands resting on her shoulders, then on the back of her head. I could feel the start of a blistering urgency rushing through my body, so physically powerful that she could feel it, too. My back arched, my eyes closed, I started to tremble.

She could taste the beginnings of my excitement on her tongue, warm, sticky and slippery all at the same time. She released me with another kiss, saying, "Not yet, not yet." 

It was the first time she had spoken to me since arriving.

Still in the center of the room, I helped her up and unbuttoned her soft white dress, one beautiful button at a time, giving each the individual attention it required, then pulling her dress from one arm and then the other, I let it drop to the rug, exposing her breasts, heavy and larger with pregnancy, her areolas seemed bigger and darker than I remembered that one time I had spied them when she wasn't looking, her nipples standing proud. She moved forward, cupping herself in her hands, bring them forward to my face to kiss and caress. 

She moved back, telling me to be gentle.

I squirmed, standing there, unable to hide my excitement for her. I worked to control my emotions although I knew I was fighting a losing cause, so much did I desire her, more than anything I ever wanted in my entire life. I would have given my soul to have her.

All she had left on were her translucent yellow silk panties, a soft contrast to her golden honey-colored skin, scarcely hiding her offered secret treasure beneath.

"Oh, God, Alessa... I truly love you." I said softly. The words did not sound like surrender because they were not torn out of me but admitted simply and willingly. Since I had constantly been her companion from the time she had arrived with Jim from San Francisco, I couldn't think of almost anything else except this moment.

If Jim was still alive, I would have honored my commitment to him and never crossed the line with her as much as I might have needed to.

She moved against me, enticing me, taking my hands, putting them on her hips. I looked at her, waiting for her consent. Still holding my hands to her darker body, she pushed them down, taking the last bit of cloth separating us away.

Now, embracing, the tropical Hawaiian heat almost matching our own, I lifted her up and carried her to what was our 'bridal' bed and gently placed her upon the soft-blue silk sheet covering the towels. 

In the dim light, she could see my readiness and after all our anticipation and hoping, as much as I respected and loved Jim, I knew Alessa would finally become my woman.

She moved slightly over as I joined her on the bed. I started to say something but she put her finger to my lips and shook her head.

She was right, it wasn't a time for talking, it was a time for doing.

I reached out and held her in my arms, laying her head on my chest, caressing her face, touching her lips, tickling her nose. 

Soon, though, I knew I had to kiss her again. Starting with her face, my hands caressing, touching, feeling, moving; my lips moved down to her neck, behind her ear, kissing her throat and stroking her body, kissing a wet path between her oh so friendly breasts. She looked at me in the dim light of the room and I gave her a wonderful smile, a smile just for her, a smile that I hoped warmed her heart, a smile that would never replace her love for Jim but a smile that would compliment that love with ours.

**********

I had bashfully asked Dr. Mayes, her gynecologist what types of sex we could safely do. Much to my astonishment, she told me she had already spoken to Alessa about that when she came to her office the previous week. We could do anything we wished as long as I remembered she was pregnant and winking, she said anal sex would have to wait until afterwards, there was too great a chance of infection from bacteria. 

She continued to surprise me when she related that we could have sex almost up to the moment the child was born if we wished. Some men, she said, were either afraid of having sex worrying about the child, refused to have sex because they considered their wives disgusting to look at or just plain stupid. 

She asked me if I was stupid.

"NO, doctor... I would hope not."

"Philip, you must remember that Alessa has not had intercourse since Jim left. That's almost four and a half months ago. Even though she'd been with Jim, she was a virgin before that. She's still working through his death in the back of her mind and you must be aware of that. 

"She might stop you at the most embarrassing time... if she does, for her sake... and yours, you must stop. I don't want to scare you about that but you might be dealing with a very fragile woman right now. While I personally wanted her to wait a bit, as I told her, she was adamant that she wanted to be with you.

"Philip, pregnant women with their bodies streaming with hormones... they may want to have sex all the time. Make sure that you keep your own health good. As head of security, her personal bodyguard and now her soon-to-be lover, it is vital that you take care of yourself.

"I expect you to be the man you should be if that happens. Philip, you're still her guardian and I hope always will be. Remember that."

Remembering back on it now, the doctor had said Alessa visited her the week before... she had been thinking of this even before we ever left Los Angeles!

**********

I slid slowly off the bed, gently moving her to the edge of the bed as I knelt between her thighs, putting the back of her knees over my shoulders. I licked and kissed the inside of one silky smooth thigh and then the other honeyed one with my eager, hungry lips and tongue, blocking out my own needs, attending to her new desires while her body answered my attention with a side to side rocking movement and low moans. I reached the glorious smooth junction between her thighs and began to worship at the altar of her femininity, mouthing, kissing, sucking, teasing her open and trusting soul. 

My tongue darted out again, thrusting in deeply. From far within, she trembled, shaking in response to some primal need reaching far back to a time before evolution put its mark on humanity. My lips caressed her again, drawing her in. 

She arched her back, pulled her legs against my shoulders and lifting her body off the bed, forced herself into my face. My hands moved below her thighs to hold her from falling away from my hungry, unsatisfied lips. My tongue moved constantly in and around, searching for some recognizable yet unknown treasure, deeper and deeper, longer and longer. 

She held my head, her fingers tightly wound in my hair, keeping me between her legs as she pushed up again and again into my face.

"Oh.... Philip, oh, God, baby, please, don't stop. Please, don't stop... please don't stop." Her voice faded away into softness, probably heard now only in her own mind, for all I heard was her moaning and the sound of her almost violently pushing against me, seeking a hoped for but still unfulfilled realization.

I was getting frustrated; why didn't she cum? It seemed like forever and then I remembered she had already made love with Maria. It was going take more to bring her off. I would have thought it was the other way but as I was to find out, Alessa was a very unusual person.

Over and over, I kissed and tasted her delightful liquids, searching with my tongue as her excitement made her dripping moist and her hands continued to pull against the back of my head, holding me tightly against her, tightly between her legs now wrapped around my shoulders, around my neck, pulling, pulling, pulling me down.

My complete attention to her needs brought her once lightly, twice harder, and then explosively the third, fourth, fifth time; each time she held my face down harder and harder, trying to push my face into her very mystery as far as she humanly could. 

I could feel her movements against my face, like a car on a bumpy road, as she quivered and moaned with each new orgasm, bringing me a glorious satisfaction of making her pleased with our first time together.

Finally, she moved further than before, almost hurting my neck, and with a very long moan, Alessa rested and though her body continued to make small shakes and shivers as her legs finally, she joyfully released me from our firm embrace. My face lay upon her left thigh, watching, joyful for loving her, caressing her right thigh with my fingertips. 

Thank God... I wasn't able to hold my breath any longer and felt like I was drowning in a sea of sexuality.

Heavy breathing, almost gasping for air, filled the shadowy silence of the room.

"Oh, Philip... please love me like this forever. It's been so long. I... I can't believe that I could feel like this, again... that I would ever feel like this emotionally, again... I don't know, I can't even think of the right word... Philip, I love you."

Eventually, she moved to the center of the bed and I joined her there, embracing her from behind, my arms caressing her, her head resting against my chest, our breathing still heavy, our heartbeats still racing. 

We slept.

Sometime after four in the morning, she awoke and nudged me. I opened my eyes with a smile, looking at a golden head of hair that was tickling my nose. "Alessa..." I said in the morning stillness. 

"Philip, my love... Merry Christmas. I have wanted you for such a long time."

"Me, too... I just didn't want you to think of me like... I wanted you to like me for me and the memory of Jim..."

"Silly boy... yes, we will always remember Jim, I will always love him and I will always love you..." She moved on top, kneeling above me, once more offering her warm, heavy breasts to kiss. My now well-rested tongue reached out and stroked her dark chocolate nipples, first one and then the other. A shudder moved her against me as she gasped with the sensation. She kissed me with a deep and probing kiss, caressing my face with her right hand. I sat up, facing her, holding her waist with my left.

She whispered so softly, I almost missed it. "After Jimmy's baby is born, I want your baby, Philip." She kissed me, her tongue exploring once again. I felt my hardness getting even stronger, if that was even possible.

"I've been waiting and I'm ready, I've been ready..."

Then, kissing me again, her right hand moved down past my stomach and held my dick again. Its smooth hardness throbbed in her hand as my heart beat faster. She reached for the baby oil, generously slathering it upon me.

Still holding me in her hand, she took and rubbed herself against it, moving slightly forward and back. As I felt her body responding, the oil and her own wetness allowed me to enter her and she slowly lowered herself down onto my almost too hot penis. A slight twinge crossed her face and then she fell all the way, gasping at the once familiar and now welcomed feeling of fullness.

She knelt there on me for a while, getting used to the throbbing heat, welcoming the latest sensation filling her, welcoming her sensitivity of me filling her completely. 

I remembered what the doctor had said. I held her tightly with my arms, letting her take the lead. This was one of the most important times in her life, and I had no wish to make her nervous or uncomfortable. I wanted her for the rest of my life and silently made a promise to Jim that I would never let her cry again.

She wiped her hands on my chest and then grabbed my shoulders and leaned to me, offering her amazing breasts once more to my kisses.

Then, almost barely felt, she began to move. Lifting up and slowly, so slowly moving forward and down again, then back and upwards, she looked nervous but continued.

Alessa moved slightly faster and new warmth spread up through my body, my mouth tingling as I continued to caress her breasts with my lips and tongue.

I was trying my best to control myself... as she stirred, as she squeezed me, though, it became more and more impossible. I knew I was on the edge, needing only a small push to fall over into the abyss of her heat.

"Wait... wait... oh, Philip, wait for me." She was now moving much faster, trying to scratch an itch deep inside I knew only she could feel. Her body shook, shook, and shook again. The bed rocked back and forth, slight squeaks giving voice to her actions as she pushed harder and harder against me.

That was all I needed. A hot rush ran through me and I erupted deep within her, wave after wave of life-giving fluid pouring forth, some flowing down between us as she continued to move forcefully above me.

Her continued movements caused me to throb again and several times more, I filled her, her body responding to me anew, muscles squeezing me, forcing me to empty myself more and more into her dripping heat.

Alessa collapsed against me, her arms now around my neck, her eyes closed, breathing rapidly, finally slowing. I held her so carefully, kissing her face and mouth and neck, trying to completely, physically express the love I had for her, burying my face in the warmth of her breasts, celebrating the consummation we had anticipated for so long, to become as one body and soul. I held her as she slowly, slowly stopped moving.

Later, she looked at me, smiled the biggest smile she ever had for me and rolled over onto her back. I moved next to her, finally holding her from behind, my right arm caressing, my legs pressed to hers. 

We slept again.

The warm Pacific sun finally woke me and I noticed that is was mid-morning, Christmas Day. Alessa had given me the best gift she ever could and I hoped that she would be just as joyous as I was following what we had finally done.

I had moved carefully over her body, kissing her on the neck again. I found she like being kissed under and behind her ears. She arched her head back, exposing her honey cinnamon skin to my lips. 

As I continued kissing her, her right hand reached down and held me once again, still morning hard and smooth and now so damn hot, again. She moved her hand slowly, tightly, up and down, up and down.

I moved between her legs and she put her arms around and gathered me to her. She moved her thighs apart, held me in both her warm hands and rubbed my dick against her moistness, forming a low moan between her lips. As soon as she became slippery enough, I pushed myself, a little in, a little back until I had buried himself entirely inside my love.

Pulling back until just the tip was in, then pushing back in, she moving up to meet me; we soon found a rhythm that worked, both together. While this time, she did not seem to be at the same high level of excitement as before, she was laughing and smiling, "do it, do it now, don't wait, give it to me," she said; I felt myself ready and moved my arms beneath hers and held her shoulders tightly as I gave a mighty thrust and exhausted myself in one last scorching rush.

She wanted me and held me tightly inside, wrapped with both her long, still slim legs, not wishing to lose a single moment.

One day, there would be the chance of creating a new life, a life made from both of us, a sign of our love.

This will always be the Christmas to remember! Thank you, God, for this woman, and thank you for the baby we'll be bringing into the world.




Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 37



And, thank you God, for my friend, Jim, God rest his soul.



Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 38



Chapter 38 

Christmas Dinner

Copyright @ calibeachgirl

All rights reserved, 2010

Christmas Day

The North Shore Estate, Oahu

Sella....

Early in the afternoon, Christina and I met with Miss Alessa to continue our studies of the many companies that were under the business umbrella of the Corporation. With my laptop booting, I put in my password and waited for the right programs to come up.

When we weren't using them, we kept them locked up in the room's safe; the information there would definitely cause a serious, if not fatal problem in the wrong hands... in this case, anyone besides us.

Ever since coming to America, I spent hours upon hours familiarizing myself with the different programs. Every day, company techs ran through the programs with Christine and me. Even though they knew the mechanics backwards and forwards and could work with a sample set of data, the real data was prohibited even for them.

The amount of trust that Miss Alessa and the colonel had in us was amazing and I vowed to never let them regret it, especially after the other morning' fiasco with Bob. Christine had completely misread the situation and almost got us kicked off the island. I liked it here.

Every day more and more information was put our way and we worked anxiously together to learn it all. I thought of it as going back to school, which immediately reminded of Rodney Dangerfield. Since coming to America, I had tried to immerse myself in American culture and I thought his dry humor was hilarious and so true.

She walked in, wearing another of the large flowing dresses she had bought when we arrived. I knew she had to miss her wonderfully chic clothes she was still wearing when we met but with the baby changing her body...

'Ready or not... here it comes. Time to sink or swim,' and Miss Alessa began to introduce new material, even if it was Christmas. Of course, looking outside at the palm trees, brilliant sunshine and beckoning beaches, it didn't look like any Christmas I ever knew about.

"Merry Christmas, ladies... today, I want to go over some of the genetic work done in the early 90's. After Jimmy went into the military ROTC, he studied at UCLA, earning a degree in molecular biology, which led him to begin experimenting with genetic engineering, making some breakthroughs, meeting a lot of dead ends. 

"While in the Corps, he kept up with all the breakthroughs in the field, and created possible experiments on his computer. 

"During that time, he was deployed to Kosovo where he saved all those people, eventually leading to his Medal of Honor. 

"Eventually, Jimmy, with his background in biology and chemistry, succeeded in mutating a new species of bacteria that would eat oil spills in the ocean. 

"From what I've learned, this took almost three years of constant research, to the exclusion of everything else."

Alessa....

'That was when his fiancé was killed and this was his answer to it. The single purpose in his life transferred to this one project. But, no one would understand as well as I have.'

"Thinking through every possible downside, he and a small group of geneticists engineered them to only live in the ocean, so there was no danger of getting into oil refineries and natural deposits and as soon as the oil was gone, they died. That was the beginning and we've been using it ever since. It accounts for about forty percent of our income annually."

'...which is a damn lot of money,' I thought.

"Last month, we cleaned up fourteen new spills, mostly in smaller ports. These don't usually make the news, only the major spills, which we take care of also. We've even gone back to the site of several Alaskan spills from the 80s and finished the work there.

"In Southeast Asia, large ships are broken up on the beaches with complete disregard for the environment. What used to be a beautiful coastline has been destroyed for years and now, thanks to us, hopefully has a chance to recover.

"In cases like that, we usually do it for free but keep it under wraps so even the people there don't know what happened. Since we have many so pokers in the fire, we can't afford to buy all the ships prior to going to breaking yards, so this is the best we can do right now. Yes, Sella?"

"Pokers in the fire?"

"It means we have very many different activities going on at the same time. From there, using that money, Jimmy set up a genetic engineering laboratory, where several other types of organisms were made." 

'And what fantastically beautiful organisms they are! How many trials they had making sure they would do what he wanted. Those were exciting times for him but I know there was still that void in his psyche. I felt it soon after I started talking with him that first time in San Francisco.

I told them to take a break and to please bring me back some cookies or something. My baby was screaming for something sweet and I licked my lips wondering what treats they would bring back. 

I put my hands below my stomach, trying to feel my child moving. The doctor told me that sometimes I would and sometimes I wouldn't and not to worry about it if I didn't. She didn't want me to panic thinking something was wrong with the baby.

I could feel the skin tightening, stretching as each day went by. Tiny lines were starting to appear. Maria had been rubbing my skin with cocoa butter and I smelled like a chocolate cake right out of the oven.

I was at the halfway point... 20 weeks finished, 20 more to come.

Doctor Mayes wanted to do an ultrasound when we returned to Malibu. I wasn't sure I wanted to know whether it was a boy or a girl. Fantasizing about my baby's life was different each time I did it, one time a boy, one time a girl.

She told me that the baby and I were going to gain serious weight from now on and my back was going to be sore at some point because of the shift in balance. Gone, she said, was any idea of wearing the beautiful high heels I had come to worship and wearing my silks was a wasted effort there, too.

I kept telling myself it was all worth it, Jimmy and my baby... I will admit that every morning I did check out my tummy and butt in the mirror. My butt was larger, more rounded out... not by much but enough that I noticed. 

Philip definitely noticed and when we made love the other night for the first time, he told me I was so sexy he hoped that I wouldn't lose all the weight I had gained so far. His hands grasping my butt as he forcefully moved in and out... the feeling of those hands... the thought of those hands aroused me even now. 

I knew that tonight, Maria would take him to her bed. She, as any lover would, had confided in me that she had never slept with a man and although she had indeed done some things with Michael, it wasn't the same. 

I was going to be with Michael. How that would work out, I had no idea.

My love for Maria overwhelmed some of the pangs of jealousy that had arisen and yet, I couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. How did other people handle it? Would he now compare her with me? As my body grew in size and she stayed incredibly sexy? Had I made a horrible mistake bringing him into my relationship with her? And, now that it was going to happen, how did I feel about sharing her with him? and Michael, for that matter.

I felt like I might lose both of them and sat next to the window, depressed. The discomfort I felt was my own fault, flirting with him all this time. What DID I think was going to happen?

At the same time, I actually began to think that I would never look like I did, again and that Maria and Philip and even Michael would never find me attractive again. 

I had sadly accepted the fact that I hadn't been able to wear my wonderful clothes for a long time. I didn't know what was worse, being unfashionable or the fact that my own body was betraying me in so many different ways.

Unfashionable! Just six months ago, I was happy with a new pair of jeans from Wal-Mart and now I had been spoiled by everything around me.

Thank God for all these Hawaiian mu-mus I had bought. For my first night with Philip, I wore a white wedding one. His hands were upon me before the door was closed as he lightly, gently touched my breasts and put his other hand between my legs. 

I remember getting on my knees and taking him into my mouth and the rest of the time was one long night of erotic sensual pleasure that aroused me even now thinking about it and I had to go to the bathroom. 

Washing my hands, I went back into the room to wait.

The two of them seemed to take forever to return although by the clock on the laptop they had only been gone for less than fifteen minutes.

When they finally arrived, I descended on the cookies like an eagle spotting some poor animal below. Between almost swallowing them whole and drinking the large glass of mile they had brought, I worked on calming down after my arousal and personal relief.

I really didn't want to get back to the business at hand but recognized these women were going to have to work with Bob and Sayomi and needed to get up to speed as soon as possible.

**********

Early evening, Christmas Day

Maria....

Thank God, the younger children were all sequestered in one of the meeting rooms with pizza and sodas and watching Donald Duck cartoons. We had brought along their teachers to keep watch on them. Even though Alessa's baby, no, OUR baby was something that I was wanting to love, I also felt that someone else's children were only good is very small doses.

Sella and Christine told their little girls, Delfina and Mimi, that they would come back and see them every little while. The poor little ones were still learning English and had learned enough to play with the other children but I was sure they were still a little uncomfortable in these strange surroundings. 

I had to find out what the story was about them. I've never heard of a father sending his so young daughters away, even if with two adult women to protect them. Philip did do an extensive check when they came but maybe something changed in the meantime. 

A formal Christmas dinner did not need squalling babies and fidgety boys and girls.

Alessa did not want to see that wretched little boy that kept trying to kick her and Philip made sure that he was as far away as possible and still stay on the estate. She had told me about Philip throwing him into the ocean to cool him off. I liked Philip even more and deep down I knew our little 'arrangement' was going to work after all. 

When I became attracted to Alessa I went to see our psychologist, the same one that she had been seeing. Although I considered that might not be a good idea, I also felt that if she knew what we both were feeling, she could help us have a better relationship.

Considering what Alessa had planned with Philip, we had brought the doctor with us to Hawaii, when I broached the idea of being attracted to men, the doctor...

"Maria, you're a little late, is everything all right?" 

The doctor patted the blanket where she was sitting on the beach. I felt more relaxed next to her than trying to sort it out by myself.

"It's been taken care of... you know, just some... well, never mind about that. I have a problem and it's been really bothering me..."

She looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to continue. The biggest advantage to being with her... there was no 'well, our time is up...'

"I'm attracted to Alessa... and to Philip." It hung there waiting for her to take it and answer.

"Have you..."

Why was it that women, no matter their education or social background, always wanted to know if you slept with the man? Were we really that 'wired' to worry about something like that? Did it trace back to our earliest primate ancestors?

I remembered a PBS documentary on these monkeys who knew damn well they were cheating because they kept looking for the pack leader to see where he was. When he was near, the male and female just sat on the limb looking innocent but as soon as he was gone, 'wham, bam, thank you, ma'am.'

"No. I've known him ever since I've been here, five years now. I'm confused. As you know, you're talking to both of us, that's why I decided to come to you instead of someone else, you've told me that while she's the dominant one when we're doing Corporation work, I'm the dominant one when we close our door to the rest of the world.

"And, now I'm attracted to him. How is this even possible? All these years waiting for Jim and now this?"

I could imagine the wheels in her mind spinning, trying to come up with an answer that wouldn't make me feel like an idiot or a sleeze...

"Maria, I'm going to tell you the same thing I told Alessa. The only reason I'm going to do that is you both know about the other coming to see me and are OK with that.

"Dominant women, whether they are straight or bi... they want a dominant man. I know that sounds counter-intuitive but I've seen enough and read enough to know that's true. That's why so many women cheat on their husbands or boyfriends, whether the men know about it or not... they don't respect the men they are with because they don't act masculine enough to fill the desires the women have.

Why do you suppose there are so many 'romance' novels where the woman is ravished by the hunk on the cover, the forbidden love, the need for someone to protect?

There are... well, I almost was going to say 'men' who go so far as to not only accept what is happening because they're too weak to leave but assist their wives in either finding a lover or allowing her to bring the lover into what was their bed, recognizing they aren't 'man' enough to be worthy of being her bed-partner."

That explained my relationship with Michael. 

And so, after that meeting with the doctor, I felt somewhat better about my feelings with Philip and that's when Alessa and I had our talk with both Philip and Michael.

The room was very large and Jim had used it several times for business seminars in the past. Now, it was a darkened room, so much more intimate because of that and decorated with small star-like twinkling lights. Down the center of each white covered table, there was a dark green cloth, highlighted by shiny red Christmas tree decorations, golden ribbons and small boxes wrapped like gifts reflecting the colors across the room.

Jim and I had always served dinner at Christmas time. This time, Alessa and I met Christine, Sella, Bob and his wife, Sayomi and we headed into the kitchen.

"Well, now it's time to learn that working with us is not all fun and games and this is one way we show everyone that we respect what they do with us.

"Christine, you get those platters of lamb and bring them out and Sella, you get those platters of bar-be-que'd steaks. I'll bring out the mashed potatoes; Sayomi, would you please get the sourdough out there and Bob, I've left the rest of the food for you. As soon as the plates are being passed around, come on back and get the rest of these."

Alessa, strangely enough, had cases of ice-cold champagne and with Philip and Michael was passing them out as they walked by the tables. Whatever embargo she had on alcohol had obviously been temporarily lifted for the duration. 

I noticed, though, that during the evening, she only drank sparkling water. She was taking having the baby seriously and for that I was grateful... it was OUR baby and as much as Philip and Michael would be there for the child and act as fathers, it was still OUR baby.

As fast as possible, platter after platter, tray after tray were brought out. The sound of clinking glasses, knives and forks, people talking and laughing filled the room.

Just when everyone thought they could not eat a bite more, out came the desserts. Like all the food, the desserts had been expressed over to the islands from Alessa's two restaurants the day earlier.

A mix of groans, laughter and applause greeted the arrival of the sweets.

I stood up and tapped my glass. The noise quickly faded.

"I would appreciate everyone bowing their head in memory of Jim, an excellent employer, a joyful friend and companion, an heroic figure who died for our country... a man we all loved in our own special way... a father..." It was so silent after that.

"We believe that he knew that when Miss Alessa spoke to him right before..." I couldn't go on. 

Michael immediately came, put his arm around me and walked me away to calm down. I knew then why I loved him. Alessa understood how I felt and instead of tearing us apart with jealousy, our mutual love had brought us together closer than sisters, closer than most married couples.

Everyone had quietly waited for me. "I'm sorry," I said, when I returned. "As you all know, every year our beloved Jim presented a gift to our friends, here tonight, to support their work with children that otherwise would be lost to the evils that surround our society today, child abuse, physical neglect, child prostitution... to help with their ministry with the sick and infirm, to help with their ministry of education.

"Earlier this month, Alessa and I discussed what we are going to do tonight." She looked at me and smiled that smile I had come to live for, the smile that no man could ever hope to equal. "Or at least our acknowledgment of what Jim has done. How could I ever say 'no' to anything she would ask me?"

I could see that last comment caught most of them off guard, not really understanding the implications but at least it was out there. If they didn't like it, too damn bad. I refused to hide any longer my love for Alessa and if they found out about Philip and even Michael, well, there's the door.

Alessa looked to the side and our two Italian protégées carried out a large poster 'check' covered by a white cloth. 

"We have established a new foundation, which Mr. Sales will explain tomorrow, that has rolled all his previous charities under one umbrella. 

Alessa and I have decided, with the permission of Mr. and Mrs. Gyler here tonight, to name it in honor of their daughter, Miriam, who loved and was loved by Jim."

Christine reached down and pulled the cloth up and over the poster.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Miriam Gyler Foundation of Hawaii."

There was a gasp as the people saw the $350 Million script running across the check. Alessa had the accountants play with the numbers for two weeks to discover what amount would make the foundation self-sustaining. 

With our continuing military and bio-engineering projects, we weren't going to have the time to worry about it... and the baby was going to be our primary concern.

Father Rolli opened his mouth but he was speechless, the two nuns with him crossed themselves and began to say a quiet prayer to thank God, Jim and possibly even us if they remembered we had something to do with it. Probably not...

If they only knew what Alessa, Philip, Michael and I were up to...

The ministers and their wives, who had come each year, knew that our generosity was a gift from God but were still shocked at the amount being given, the women putting their hands over their mouths.

"Colonel Paras, are you sure about this? This is an unbelievable offering." 

"Yes, Reverend. Why do you ask?"

"This check is for 350 million dollars!"

Alessa spoke, giving me an emotional break. "Well... like Father Rolli said, it's Christmas and Alessa and I are trying to show... to show we are grateful to God for what we all have. As Jimmy once told Father Rolli, Christmas is the only time..."

She stopped talking and just stood there, breaking down emotionally even as I had. Father Rolli, being able to stand up from the table, rose and hugged her as best he could, not wanting to hurt the baby.

The room remained silent, the people caught up in the quiet moment. It seemed appropriate, somehow, that a pregnant woman would offer such a prize at Christmas time. 




Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 38



One by one, small groups and couples wished us a Merry Christmas and a good night.

The clergy were again staying the night and made plans to meet the next morning with Kevin regarding the legal issues of the new foundation, determining programs and new ideas before leaving the next afternoon.

The guests returned to their rooms in the outbuildings to sleep or meet with their friends and the great house grew quiet. 

**********

I took Alessa's hand, we went outside into the still warm night and followed by Philip and Michael several paces back, walked a while down the beach-side stone path, once again covered a bench with a beach blanket they had brought and sat down.

I felt like a noble person from medieval times and instead of ladies-a-waiting, we had our own two men to follow us around and serve our every desire.

Looking directly into her golden-amber eyes, I whispered, "Merry Christmas, darling. I love you and will love you forever."

"Oh, Maria... I love you. Thank you so much for finding me when I was lost. I'm scared..."

"Why, baby? What's the matter?"

"I'm afraid that you and he will..."

"Baby, we spoke about this. This was your idea. Never worry, my darling... you will always be my first and most important love. It will be all right, you'll see. Besides, I want to find out what you see in Philip. I love you, Alessa."

She took my hand and held it tightly, bringing my fingers to her lips and kissing them one at a time, licking and sucking, drawing each one in turn into her mouth, massaging my skin with her cat-like tongue.

My heart responded and my body shivered with her touch.

"Philip, Michael, please come closer," I asked. As they approached, we stood up and took each man's hand into ours, forming a tight square group. "You both are the most important men in our lives and this is the first Christmas together for all of us.

"Michael, you know that Alessa and I love you very much and we want you to know that even though it's been a long time since we've really said anything, we are very happy with you and all that you've done for us and we have a special surprise for you tonight. We love you, Michael, so very much and grateful you are with us.

"Philip... I've known you for what seems forever and although I never thought I'd see you with either Alessa or myself, for that matter, I'm truly overjoyed that you are. You are the promise that Jim made to us, to have someone that would protect us from harm, to be a friend when we had none, to love us as he did. 

"I know that you've been obsessed with Alessa, in love with Alessa since she arrived. I know that you've had to make the most important decision of your life when I told you what I expected if you did decide to stay with us... 

"I'll be honest, I wasn't sure if you were going to leave or not. As much as you desired Alessa, it didn't necessarily mean you would stay. I want you to know that I'm very glad that you are, for even without talking to Alessa each night, I was falling for you, too.

"I've seen you with Michael and am glad that you two are friends. We hope that your friendship will only grow as time goes by. Neither Alessa nor I are sure just how our... well, how that's all going to work out, but it will, that I feel in my heart and tonight is just a taste of what we hope to have for the rest of our lives."

A short distance away, the rush of the waves filled the night air, giving us the privacy needed to speak of things only lovers do and Alessa took Michael's hand and walked a distance down the beach to talk to him... alone.

Philip and I... we talked about this and that for a long time, there on that bench, almost like two people on a first date... and I finally appreciated that it indeed was.

Eventually, I whispered into his ear and pulled him back to the house. 



Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 39



Chapter 39

I was surrounded by women loving women

Copyright @ calibeachgirl

All rights reserved, 2010

Morning, Sunday, December 26th 

North Beach

Maria....

We woke up within moments of each other, still wrapped together under the sheets, his left arm around my waist. Shy smiles were exchanged between us, almost rested from our midnight celebrations. 

"Good morning, Maria... did you sleep well?"

"Good morning, darling... the sleep of the innocent, kind sir."

"The innocent?"

"Well, not so innocent any more. Too much talking for this early in the day." I rolled around kissed him tenderly, then much harder.

"I'll give you a backrub."

"A backrub, Philip? I bet that's not all you have on your mind."

"Who, me? Why would you ever say something like that? Don't go away, I'll be right back."

He got up and got several clean towels and motioned me to lie on my stomach. After I moved over to the middle of the bed, I closed my eyes and placed my arms under my pillow. He warmed up some baby oil between his palms and began to rub my shoulders and upper back. I responded with slight movements under his hands, finally moving in rhythm with him.

His hands, with their freshly warmed oil, moved over the middle of my back and down, back and forth, the oil sliding between my cheeks and down between my thighs. He continued to the back of my thighs, pushing his hands up toward my waist, massaging, massaging, warming me.

"Philip? Make love to me, baby, love me now, Philip, please, honey, I need you inside me."

He moved back and knelt between my opening thighs, pulling and holding my waist back to him and as I arched up onto my knees and forearms, he used his hand to oil himself and thrust forward smoothly into my depths. I gave out an 'oomph' and pushed back as hard as I could. "Oh, God..." I moaned. 

He held my waist with both hands, his thighs against the back of mine, waiting a moment and then started to withdraw. I pushed back as he moved forward again, gasping to myself, enjoying wantonly whatever had come over me. 

His left hand moved under, pulling me to him, his right hand resting on my slippery oiled back. Our motions came faster, faster; he wiped one hand after the other on his chest and then moved both hands back to my waist as the oil had made holding me difficult and after he felt me shudder several times, he exploded into my dripping tightness hidden between what he had called my 'salsa thighs' because he wanted to eat my spiciness.

I had wondered how Alessa and I would feel about our new arrangement but she had convinced me it would work out and God, how grateful I am to her... and Philip who 'rose' to the occasion, loving me fully. If I had not been so foolish, waiting for a man whom I could never had, I would have discovered Philip long ago.

I wondered how Alessa was doing with Michael.

**********

Alessa....

I had no idea what to expect last night. Maria had told me what she and Michael had done, even before he came north with her. If all he was, was just a little sex toy for something like that, I would have just talked for a while with him and sent him to sleep in the guest room.

But... I liked him as a person, as a friend... he was a good person and his work with me replacing Mary Tybal as my personal assistant was fantastic. Mary was an excellent assistant but Michael had attacked the position like a military commander and found ways around problems that Mary... or, I, for that matter, would have never even thought of, let alone find a way to implement.

We had walked along the beach, holding hands. Whether he was doing it to keep me from falling onto the sand or just was trying to be friendly? romantic? what? I didn't know but refused to let go of his.

Every now and then, I would try and see if Maria and Philip were still sitting on the bench but we were too far away and it was too dark. Michael stopped walking.

"Miss Alessa, I think they've gone. We can head back if you wish."

I was uncomfortable with his observation. He said it so matter-of-factly, as if he not only expected it but approved. I realized he had no choice in the matter but, still...

We were breaking new ground. By this time, I was aware that people did many different things in their relationships and I'm sure there were people doing what we were contemplating, somewhere. 

But... this was us, not some other people. 

We walked back and weren't surprised to see the bench was empty.

It was close to two o'clock in the morning when we entered my rooms. Since Maria and Philip had been residents here whenever Jimmy was, it made sense they were somewhere else, probably his rooms.

I, safely ensconced in Jimmy's suite, was now alone with Michael and I wondered just what was going to happen.

"Michael, honey, sit down, let's talk."

He moved over to the couch facing the TV and sat down in the middle, leaving me space on one side or the other. There was no space that I could have retreated to, one side or the other. Did he do it on purpose, or was it just one of those things he did out of habit?

"Would you like to see TV?" he asked.

A neutral diversion... a way to kill time before going to sleep. I planned on having him stay in the guest room. Jimmy had used it as a private office but with our laptops traveling everywhere at the estate, I had it turned back into a bedroom.

Poor Michael, he was as nervous as I was. He had no more idea what would transpire than I did. 

"Would you like something to eat, Michael? I have some sweets from dinner and different sodas." 

I moved into the kitchenette using the distance to get my mind together. 

What would I do? 

I knew that Maria and Philip were doing something at that moment. He's a very good lover, almost as good as Jimmy was. Would I always compare him to Jimmy? I told Jimmy goodbye.

"No, thank you, Miss Alessa... Miss Alessa?"

"Yes?"

"Are you comfortable with what's happening? I mean, with Miss Maria and Philip? I know that you and he... well, anyway..."

I didn't know how to answer him. All my trepidations about sharing him with Maria rose to the surface like a breaching whale and as it splashed down onto my heart, I knew I had to say something, if only for myself.

"Michael, honey... I'm not quite sure... I've never been in a situation like this. I feel strange. It's like I want it but I don't. Can you understand any of that?"

"Miss Alessa... may I say something and not have you get upset?"

"Michael, you can ask me anything. I'm not sure I will answer, though. Are you still accepting your submissive position in whatever we have?"

He was silent, working through it, I thought. I'm glad that he didn't just blurt out an answer; he was taking the time to formulate an answer that would satisfy him, if not me.

"Miss Alessa, I have come to love you more than Miss Maria. You've always been nice to me and never made any demands on me for... you know. And, now, you've given me the opportunity to be your personal assistant. You have no idea how happy that's made me.

"I have a confession to make to you. But, I have to know if you are going to share it with Miss Maria. I need to know if you and I are able to have secrets, just the two of us, if we're not hurting anyone."

Wow! Once again, I'm surprised at Michael. When Maria 'rescued' him from his crazy mother and sisters, we were afraid he was going to be a submissive houseboy for the rest of his life and that was something neither she nor I could accept. Over time, we had brought him to this place where he was able to talk to me like he just did.

"Michael, whatever you say will stay with me unless it's going to cause a huge problem that I can't fix. What is it, honey?"

"At... at night... when I'm alone... I think of you. I get... hard... thinking about you and I can... 

"I'm sorry, this is so embarrassing. Please, forgive me, I should have said nothing. Please, don't be mad."

Oh, my God! What Maria had been wishing for all these months and it was happening because of me. If I slept with Michael... but, wasn't that what Maria and I had agreed to? We would share Philip and Michael... well, she didn't know anything about Michael's new found ability. How could I ever tell her something like this?

And... if she didn't know, would she end up monopolizing Philip? especially after the baby was born? Ah, God, what an impossible mess my life has become.

I knew I somehow was submissive to Maria, just as I had been with Jimmy, just as I... I wasn't sure about Philip. I was his boss at work and that's how we met. But, as dominant as I was in the office, when I was with him... Jesus, when it came to romance... and, I comprehended, just sex, I WAS submissive to Maria and Philip.

My head was so screwed up.

My psych told me this would probably happen. She went through an entire session explaining how dominant women wanted dominant men to love. I was caught in the middle, dominant at work, submissive behind closed doors and yet, that's exactly what she explained.

I was a dominant woman who wanted to be dominated by another strong personality.

I felt so much better, having thought it through. 

But, it still didn't explain Michael. Although I was as surprised with him as I was with Philip, I understood he was attracted to me, even as pregnant as I was. I understood how he accepted me as his dominant... that situation had been out of our hands because of what had happened.

Now... how would he act in the bedroom: dominant or submissive?

He had not been able to... well, I guess that was over, at least when he was with me.

Was I really ready to have sex... to make love... with a third man? I had been so pure and innocent before I met Jimmy and now in just over five months, I was seriously contemplating a third lover. And, I had sex with Philip just this morning.

Jimmy's death had taught me a few things, one of which is that life is so damn fragile, so live as if it was your last day and love the one you love.

I liked Michael... and, more importantly, I loved him. Maybe not in that life-shattering way that Jimmy gave me... maybe not in that self-assuring way that Philip was giving me... but, in more of a best friend way... and, I decided then and there to sleep with him, if he wanted.

I walked to my bedroom door and turned back to him, and said, "Michael, please come here and then close the door."

I could see his erection all the way from the bedroom door, standing proud. 'Oh, my... it was the same size as Jimmy's'... and from what Maria told me, I was going to be his first real lover.

By the time he entered the room, I lay naked on the bed.

He left the lights on and before I could say anything, he said, "I want to see you, Miss Alessa, I want to see every bit of you. You're even more beautiful than Philip told me."

"Michael, honey..."

"Yes, Miss Alessa?"

"Honey, I'm not wearing leather... I'm not holding a whip... we're not out in public or even with Maria... when it's just you and me, it's just... it's just Alessa."

I could see his smile forming... a full acceptance of him as a man, probably the first time since... since never. I held his entire potential for completeness, for manhood, for life in my hands... and, I refused to destroy him and prayed that nothing would occur to spoil our moment together.

"So... you and Philip talked about me?" Why was I not surprised? After last night, Philip had to think there would some kind of quid-pro-quo between Maria and myself. The boys were talking...

"Yes, Missss... I mean, Alessa. He told me what you liked, you know... just in case..."

"Enough talk..."

He lay on his side next to me, his eyes moving from my once-again wildly blown-out hair down to my brightly colored in lime-green toenails. He attentively reached a finger out and lightly ran it down the top of my right breast, stopping momentarily to excite my nipple as he traced around my areola. My left one stood at attention sympathetically and a shiver ran through me as he bent down and took it into his mouth, sucking and then carefully biting.

Damn, that felt good. After months of not knowing the touch of a man, two different men in two nights. How similar would the experiences be? How different would the two men be?

His fingers continued their journey while his mouth continued to worship my breasts, hesitating at my stomach, rubbing it lovingly as they moved around my now larger baby bump and then sought out their final prize, circling my clit with both thumb and forefinger over and over and over.

I could feel my back arching off the bed on its own account and my feet dug into the bed sheet as my pelvis tried to force his fingers inside.

His thumb remained touching my clit, carefully pushing and circling and the rest of his fingers plunged home, one at a time deep inside my pussy, eased inside by the slickness found there.

As with Jimmy, as with Philip and now Michael, my body moaned on its own without regard to my conscious mind and the heat, starting beneath my breasts quickly moved down through my stomach into my pelvis and I shivered, shivered, moaned, moved against his hand and came hard.

Thank God! I was afraid that my apprehension sleeping with Michael would cause me to... to what? be afraid? be frigid without any control on my part? to be slutty and shame myself before both men?

Evidently not. Michael inferred that Philip was extremely happy with last night and that he expected to enjoy himself with me, also.

His hand continued to move in and out and I could feel my fluids running out onto his hand and then the sheet.

I was going to tell him to fuck me but he was already moving down and after gently moving my legs apart, his finely educated mouth licked my thighs and moved up to put his tongue deep inside me, moving from one side to the other, moving in and out, moving up to the clit, circling it as my body once again began to shiver.

Whenever I thought he was going to stop, he found new strength from somewhere and continued attending to my body's desires. He didn't stop until he finally sensed I could cum no more and moved back even with me, putting his arm under my neck and holding my head to his chest. As tall as I am, laying down changes everything.

Once again, my heart pulsed so hard I could feel it throughout my body and he ran his other hand over my stomach, gently caressing where in a few months was going to be so huge, even tighter.

I must have napped.

When I was aware of my surroundings, I saw his uneasy look.

"Are you OK, Alessa? I didn't hurt you did I?"

I rolled over and kissed his mouth. It was our first kiss! He had lived with us for months. He had just given me continual orgasms and had put his hand deep into my pussy and we just kissed for the first time now.

I reached down to find his dick. It had waited, already semi-erect, for me to wake up. Michael's consideration, his thoughtfulness knowing I was probably going to be a little tired from the late hour, from the pregnancy, from the sex... all drove my hand down to him and I began to stroke him, slowly, slowly, faster, much faster.

I felt the blood rush in, the skin tightening as it grew stiff again, I could feel the slickness oozing out; he was ready and so was I.

"Michael," I whispered, 'love me, Michael." I prayed that his erection would indeed last long enough to accomplish what he had never done, to make love to a woman as only a man could.

Moving carefully, gently between my legs, ever aware of my baby, he put the head of his dick against my lips and moved it slowly getting it slick, pushing in and then he WAS in, deeper, deeper and the waiting, waiting until I could take it no more and began humping my pelvis up against him and he pulled back and then pushed down again, picking up speed, feeling his confidence growing and taking control of him. 

He continued to pound me, rubbing his fingers against my clit and pounding me until, happily enough, he came spurting his warm cum deep inside. Once... twice... three times, heavier and greater each time. There was a pause and then he moved again, down, down, down and his cum surged again another three, four... I don't know... how many times.

Damn! Philip was good, but Michael was as good as Jimmy had been. I began to selfishly think that if Maria did somehow lay claim to Philip most of the time, I would have Michael to myself. It was amazing how some seriously good fucking could turn a woman's mind to only her own pleasure. For a moment, just a moment, I was ashamed and then remembered how Maria was probably getting the fucking of her life from Philip.

He stayed there, between my legs, holding his weight from me and the baby. 

"Michael?"

"Mmmm?"

"When do you think you're good to go, again?"

Whatever misgivings I had had when Maria and I decided to do what we have done were gone on the night's breeze. I was such a little slut.

And, by the time the sun rose in the morning, I was happy, satisfied and wondering if I was going to tell Maria about Michael or keep his secret with me.

**********

Sayomi....

Rachel Walker, Bobbi's cousin, well, second-cousin was arriving today from the mainland. I had made the invitation before I knew that Alessa and her entire Malibu group would descend on us for Christmas.

We fought the traffic into Honolulu to meet her at the airport. Our driver, Rick, put our state placard on the dash and gave the airport security fits as he parked the SUV in a 'no loading' zone.

She had asked to bring her friend, Sophia and of course, I said 'yes' since Bobbi wasn't sure we had enough to keep a young girl occupied.

With all the other people here, I was glad she WAS bringing a friend. I didn't know how much time we'd have for her while the Corporation people were here. At least, I thought, there would be other youngsters for her and her little friend, Sophia, to play with.

I should have realized that Bobbi was a man. 

I did it again. I had promised myself to never criticize him anywhere, including my mind. He was my husband and I had already made so many mistakes in our short marriage I was constantly reminded of my transgressions when my mind had nothing better to do.

Yet, I still should have known better. He hadn't seen her since he joined the Navy. The way he described her, she was a cute, sweet little girl with a cute, sweet little smile. 

It wasn't as much fun going to the airport, anymore. With all the necessary security to protect us, the ability to immediately meet people coming off the plane was gone and so we were waiting way past the baggage claim area for his little cousin.

He kept looking for a young teenager, well, he said, two teenagers with this Sophia coming with her and carefully watched every young girl that walked by, much to the worry of many a mother who noticed.

"Bahhhh-beeeeee!!!" He was almost knocked over by one of the most beautiful young women I've ever seen. She was magnificent and definitely NOT thirteen years old. Her tight, almost painted-on jeans were topped with a very nice white lace blouse that covered but did nothing to conceal her bold, pert breasts that were now pressed into my husband's chest.

Bobbi had forgotten, just like a man, that time passes by even if what he's doing seems the same old thing day after day. I did the math in my head and figured her to be about eighteen, nineteen years old. How I wished I was nineteen. How I wished I was her with her so long dark hair, an unbelievable face with two bright eyes that made your heart melt, a cute nose that needed to be kissed and two incredible lips that called out for love. I don't know what came over me that moment. 

Although I could appreciate another woman's beauty in a detached sort of way, this astonishing woman, this young woman, still a girl blossoming into the sensual eroticism of knowledge that only women understand, with such excitement showing in her face, aroused me as I watched her kiss my Bobbi without a care in the world.




Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 39



Rachel was hanging on his neck, kissing him like the long-lost cousin she was. Holding the two leis we had brought, I looked for another woman about the same age. Instead, a woman in her late 20s, early 30s walked up to me and introduced herself.

"Glad to meet you, Mrs. Osborne. I'm Sophia. We only have the carry-ons, we've learned to travel lightly."

Rachel's friend, Sophia, was an elegant, slim woman about five and a half feet tall with Mediterranean coloring and was dressed in what seemed to be Guess jeans and a top that looked even more expensive.

There were wicked scars marring the left side of her striking face which she had not tried to hide and seemed to proudly wear. As an emergency room nurse, I knew the trauma necessary to cause them was deep and irreparable. How the two of them ever met, let alone travel together mystified me.

All the while, Rachel had been hanging on Bobbi's neck, laughing and joking with him. Second cousin, huh? Isn't that what Americans called 'kissing cousins? Every time I saw Bobbi with another woman, I became jealous and here I was almost twice her age and my self-worth was heading downhill.

By this time, Bobbi was pretty embarrassed by his mistake and tried to calm Rachel down by introducing her to me.

"Sayomi..." he put his arm around my waist, macho move on his part to establish some boundaries with Rachel, I guessed. "This is Rachel. She's... well, she's a little older than I remember."

No kidding! Be cool, I told myself, just be cool.

"Aloha, Rachel. Bobbi, this her friend, Sophia."

On the ride back, I asked if they had been to Hawaii before.

"We were her," Sophia said, "earlier this year on our way to New Zealand. Incredible country, you really must go there."

"Oh," I said, brilliantly, more to say something than having something to say. "How did you meet?"

"I was Rachel's counselor in high school. We found we had many interests in common..."

Rachel giggled. Sophia looked at her, smiling.

Sophia....

The woman's question threw me back to that awful night of the senior prom when Rachel's and my world changed forever. Even though what happened to me still bothers me sometime when I look into the mirror, I wouldn't have changed a single moment because it brought my Rachel into my life.

I was Rachel's academic counselor at the high school I was at, researching new material for my next book. My previous five ones, used across the country as basic texts for psychology, had brought in enough money each year that I could do what I wished... as long as I had another book coming down the line or updated one into a new edition.

Rachel was a beautiful rosebud just opening to bloom when I met her for the first time. During her senior year, I mentored her as best I could about her interests and what universities would suit her needs the best. 

As the year progressed, we became closer than teacher-student and our conversations meandered eventually to boys... and girls... and sex.

Rachel told me she had dated a few boys but they, as she put it, 'were all jerks.'

How quickly she had grasped the fundamental truth about most boys and many men, they WERE all jerks. Boys had only one thing on their minds: sex. We really couldn't blame them, it was wired into their brains so that the species could survive when life-spans were measured in short years and not decades.

As good as that might have been, they were also wired to 'get in and get out' as I liked to call it in my second textbook. While it worked ten, twenty, thirty thousand years ago, it also explained why they were such lousy... not lovers, just semen producers. To be a lover required a romantic bond that boys were just not capable of forming that soon in their lives when everything was working but their brains.

"They're just so stupid," Rachel had told me, "acting like they were five or six years old. They take me out on a date and then their friends somehow show up and then the attention shifts to them while they're staring at my breasts or legs or my butt and whispering like I can't hear them. It's just so... degrading."

Despite the fact that I didn't know then what I so wonderfully know now, I should have picked up the subtle hints that she was giving me and I eventually understood why she kept coming to see me just to see me. It never occurred to me that she would be interested in me.

Everyone had her convinced she just HAD to go to the senior prom and only agreed to go with one of the more popular boys who had been chasing her all year when I told her I would be there to chaperone.

The first half of the dance seemed to be all right and every time I saw her, she seemed to be having a good time. I had to go to the ladies' room, though, and when I came back, I couldn't find her anywhere and the table she had been sitting at was empty. 

"Suzette, where's Rachel?"

"She went outside with Trent, she didn't look to well and he said he take to get some fresh air."

Hoping against hope, I rushed outside trying to find them. I couldn't find them anywhere... I was panicking... I ran to my car and madly drove around the lot, looking... looking... looking.

And, there... in the farthest reaches of the lot, under the shade trees, was a group of boys all in a crowd standing around a car. Oh, Jesus! Oh, Jesus! I raced up faster than ever could be safe, slammed on the brakes, popped the trunk and took out my baseball bat that was waiting for the upcoming summer leagues.

Without thinking past that, I rushed into the crowd. Enough of them had been startled by my car screeching to a halt that they ran away but there were still three standing outside the car while Trent kept trying to find his way inside her.

Along with everything else about him, he was a total incompetent, even trying to rape a girl that had Rohypnol in her system.

The three moved back and disappeared from my sight into the darkness. I reached into the car as far as I could and dragged him out onto the asphalt and began to hit him and hit him and hit him.

So angry was I, his genitals were a bloody mess and his jaw was broken and a lot of teeth were missing... I still kept hitting. 

Stupid boys think because they take you somewhere you have to have sex with them.

Suddenly, I felt a burning across my face, again and again and again. There was blood in my eyes and I felt dizzy with the pain. I put up my arm to protect my face, backing off, wiping the blood away, seeing my attacker, one of the bastards had returned with a switchblade, still approaching me.

I thought I was going to die, cut up in the dark lot and my only thoughts were what was going to happen to my Rachel, my dear sweet Rachel.

Blood was all over my dress and I leaned woozily against the car, slowly waving my bat around, daring him to come.

I thought the red lights I was seeing was my own blood and just as I was sinking down onto the ground I thought the white lights were welcoming me into heaven, I saw the boy with the knife gang-tackled by two of the off-duty police the school had hired to security. 

Where were they when Rachel needed them? How did they know to come?

I was still groggy in the ambulance but awake enough to demand they take me to Rachel. 

"We're going to the same hospital... please, calm down. She'll be OK, it's you we're worried about."

I woke up in the hospital the next day. Rachel's parents were waiting in the hallway, all night, the nurse had said, waiting for me to wake up.

My face was numb and covered with hospital dressings. I had touched my face but couldn't feel anything.

"How's... Rachel?" I could barely get the words out, my mouth didn't seem to work right. Oh, God, what did my face look like? All I could remember was getting cut over and over and over.

"Rachel is going to see you when you're ready. You saved her and we don't know what to say. We were uncomfortable with you... she was talking to you and not to us... we're... sorry." Rachel's father's voice just faded away as I fell asleep again when the morphine dripped again into my blood.

When I woke again, at least I think it was when I woke again, my darling Rachel was sitting next to my bed, holding my hand. We were alone but she whispered just the same, "Hey, sexy, I love you. I'll be here until forever."

Had I really heard what my heart desired or was it just another drug-induced dream?

Rachel stayed with me for the rest of the day and I was released the next morning with appointments scheduled to save what was left of my face. Even now, when I think of it and I'm all alone, I cringe and touch my face, crying that I wasn't beautiful anymore for my Rachel.

I thanked God that Rachel remembered nothing of that night because of the date-rape drug and that drunken bastard wasn't able to do anymore than bruise her thighs as he tried to rip her underwear.

With less than a week left in the school year, Rachel never returned to school. She told her parents she was moving in with me and help me heal from my injuries.

Sayomi....

"I took her home and we've been together ever since." Sophia smiled at me, I guess looking some sort of reaction from me. 

I seemed to be surrounded by women loving women. It was something to think about... if only in my dreams.



Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 40



Chapter 40

Women can complicate your life

Copyright @ calibeachgirl

All rights reserved, 2010

This is dedicated to my sweet Rachel...

*

Sayomi....

Bobbi's cousin, Rachel, was so refreshing with her enthusiasm for life. Constantly watching out the window and asking questions as we drove back to the North Beach estate, she was bringing a bright light into what had been a somewhat strange and somber week.

As much as we were extremely grateful to Alessa for giving us an exciting opportunity to make the state a safer, better place to live, her outlook on life had been depressing for me. I understood her reasons for feeling so poorly; she would have been married by this Christmas to her Jim. There was something going on between her, Maria, Philip and Michael. I just knew it. What IT exactly was, I hadn't figured out yet but the looks all four were giving each other was puzzling. There was concern, confusion, love and lust.

It was none of my business but as usual, I wouldn't let things rest until I had it all figured out. That quality worked well within the confines of the emergency room but when with people... It became a major distraction.

We arrived at the estate and some of Alessa's Malibu men came out to help with what they thought was going to be many bags. When there weren't, they still stood around looking at our two new guests. I saw that they were completely captivated by Rachel's beauty and two almost rushed to take her bag into the house.

Another, more mature man, walked quietly to Sophia and gently kissed her on the cheek, saying 'Welcome to Hawaii, beautiful." I don't know how she felt, just then, but he had completely ignored her scars even though she had called attention to them when she put her hand up just after he kissed her. 

He offered her his arm; she looked around as if to see if anyone was smirking I guess, and seeing nothing like that, she took it and walked in with him.

I was very confused. I had been SO sure. How could I have been so wrong?

Bobby....

As soon as my cousin and her companion had been placed in our rooms, I went to my office and finished the final preparations for tomorrow's flight over the drug fields. By the end of tomorrow, every single marijuana bush growing in the Hana area should be dead, withered by the crazy bio-engineered agent specifically designed to eradicate the weed.

With that finished, I went to get something to eat. Every day since the California people arrived, we've been eating... over-eating. Nightly luaus, afternoon cookouts, it was crazy and I had to cut back before I did myself some lasting harm.

Taking only two beef ribs, some coleslaw and a cup of fruit medley, I sat down with Philip, for once not shadowing Alessa around.

I nodded to him. "Not with Alessa?"

"She's with Michael." His dead tone worried me... I didn't know if it was pained or... Holy shit!

"Oh?" I watched his face. If the head of security wasn't happy, then neither was I. I took a bite from the rib and washed it down with some Coors. I waited... he was just dying to say something and would get around to it as soon as he could get his head around it. I just had to wait... wait... wait.

"You're married. How's that working out?"

"All our troubles had to do with her bitchy aunts. They didn't want her to succeed at anything. They had this damn needy, narcissistic personality. It's a long story, not a nice one. But, we're doing fine now that we've moved here away from them. Remember that old Japanese couple here yesterday? Those were her parents. Nice people."

He looked around, seeing if anyone was close enough to hear us. "How do you know you made a mistake? A big mistake?" A big 'end of the world' mistake?

"What do you mean?"

"Can we go somewhere else? I don't want to talk about it here."

"Yeah, sure," and I sadly threw my ribs, slaw and fruit into a nearby trash can and took my beer with me as we walked to the beach.

We were quite a way down the beach, at least a half-mile by my reckoning when he sat down on the sand. I joined him although these weren't the pants I would have worn if I knew I was going to sit on the beach.

"How much do you know about Alessa and me?"

"Well..." Ah, crap. Where was this conversation going? There's been so much drama here since the arrival of these Californians...

"I know that you're head of security at Malibu. I know that you're Alessa's personal guardian." I hesitated but he looked like he wanted the whole truth. If someone else said it, then it would seem 'more' true than if it was just in his own mind.

"I think that you and Alessa are lovers. Forgive me if I'm wrong, but I've seen how you've looked at her ever since you've arrived; you looked like you were outside a candy store with no money.

"I know that something happened last night because you, she, Maria and Michael are all acting differently than you were before Christmas."

He had his knees drawn up to his chest, his arms around his legs. He put his head down on them, looking as distraught as anyone I've ever seen. I thought he was going to cry. Ah, Jesus, what the hell happened last night?

Philip stared out to sea for a long time.

"I slept with Maria last night."

"Uhhh huh..." What WAS I going to say? Jesus Christ, I could see the canyon opening beneath me.

"I slept with Alessa the night before."

"Oh..." The canyon got deeper and wider.

"It was their idea." I fell in.

"Alessa slept with Michael last night." I was falling faster.

"That sucks... how do..." I tried to look at him without looking at him. Philip had me worried. HE carried a gun... well, so did I, for that matter, but I had no desire to get into a shootout with him. I also didn't want to have somebody get murdered... 

"She told me she liked it." Liked it? Liked it with whom? Philip... or... Michael? Falling faster....

"Maria told me she liked it." Ah, God, I could see the ground rushing up to kill me. 

"I know I agreed to do it, they both told me that it would be their choice, one or the other..." I could reach out and touch the ground, it was so close.

"Or, both at the same time." OH, FUCK ME! I crashed and burned... bad. It hurt.

It was my turn to stare at the water. What could I say about that... to him? Was he looking for advice, for confirmation, for acceptance? I had no clue...

We sat there forever and I knew that Sayomi was probably wondering where I was. I'm sure that Alessa or Maria was wondering where he was unless they were both with Michael?

Women can complicate a man's life. If a man has even a little interest in a woman, there rises the jealousy, the territoriality that is ingrained in us. What was he thinking? What WAS he thinking? Jesus, what was HE THINKING???

"How?"

"It was the craziest thing. Jim asked... no, he told me to take care of her, especially if something ever happened to him. I've been with her ever since day one at Malibu. Every day, hours at a time, especially after...

"Anyway, what do you THINK happened? She's a funny, smart, exotic woman and I fell in love with her. I didn't know those two were already..."

There was a silence.

"...sleeping with each other. How the hell was I supposed to know? Damn, I was so fucking stupid and I'm supposed to be the head of security and I couldn't even see something so damned obvious right in front of me.

"I thought I had a chance, especially when she returned my affection for her. She let me put my arm around her, she kissed me, we walked alone... well, almost alone, you know what I mean.

"And, then we come here, right? It should have been so awesome, the two of us here in paradise. Shit. Alessa tells me that we've got to talk. Which guy ever wants to hear that? I was sure she was going to tell me it was over, to pack up and leave... I was afraid, I'm telling you, I was afraid. I could see my whole life being over.

"And, then there's Maria... she's there and she says this is how it's going to be... Alessa, if she wants me, Maria if she wants me, both if they decide to do that. Or, I could leave and never come back. I would have left, anyway. How could I have stayed, seeing her every day, the baby still months away?

"Then, I spoke with Michael. I couldn't believe it; he said he was OK with it. He was OK with it! He seemed to imply that he hadn't been with either one.

"I let my desire for Alessa over-rule my better judgment and I agreed to their terms. Bob, I would have cut my own throat if it meant another moment with her.

"I think I should have, Bob. Cut my throat... I would have been better off. I can't get past the idea of her having sex with another man. I just can't.

We sat there, silently as before, watching the perpetual motion of the sea rolling in and out. Quite a long time passed by. I needed another beer, sitting there in the hot sun.

"Now, Jim... that was different. She was his girl before I ever met her. I get that. It's Michael that's bothering me. I mean, I've got nothing against the man. He's a nice guy. It's just that... shit, Bob, this morning; Alessa was looking at him like she looked at me. Damn it, Bob, like she's supposed to look at me! 

"Yeah, I know; I just did Maria, who am I to talk?

"I love her, Bob. I really love her, it's not just the sex and God, it was incredible. Yeah, I know she's along with her pregnancy... yeah, I know that I've nothing else on my mind since we... well, since I fell in love with her.

"Was I just a fun time? Is that all I am? I'm talking like a girl, aren't I? Waiting for the stupid boy to call and I know he won't."

His head had never lifted from his knees and if possible, it sunk even lower. I knew he was in pain but I had absolutely no idea what to tell him. I couldn't figure out what to tell myself! What if Sayomi had come to me and demanded a new living arrangement?

"Sorry, man, I didn't mean to dump my problems on you. I don't have anyone else to talk to... I can't talk to the people that came over with us. And, Father Rolli? Are you kidding me? The less he knows about this, the better. Besides, I'm not even Catholic."

Did he even want something from me or was he just sounding out? Might as well jump in the volcano, already dead in the canyon. 

"How much are you willing to put up with? I mean, it's not like she's cheating on you behind your back. IS she cheating? It's not like you're married and you didn't know or she was throwing it in your face or anything. It's not like she's cutting you off from her. And, Maria... do you like her? Does she like you... you know, outside the bedroom? I don't see her having sex with someone she doesn't at least respect."

"Oh, she likes me just fine... even before. It's just that I'm jealous, OK? I don't like the idea of Alessa with Michael. I don't like it at all... and, I'm afraid she might like him better. I don't know why, every time I've seen him he comes off as asexual... I thought he might have been gay, but I was sure wrong about that."

He shut up in a miserable funk, again.

"Now... they told me it would both of them, tonight. I don't know if I could do that. Yeah, every man's dream... that's BS, if you think about it. You're not going to satisfy either one of them... if you do one right, then the other one gets pissed 'cause you're not ready to go in ten seconds. If you do the other, well... I can't win with this.

"What's next? Michael in there, too? And, what if they want him and I'm out in the cold? I could live with it if I wasn't with them every second... Maria already told me there'd be nights when I wasn't going to be with either one of them. Does that mean the two of them together alone... or is Michael in there, too? Maybe, I should just try and find another job somewhere. I think I can get back into the Service. My record's excellent, especially with..."

"With what, Philip?"

"I can't say, I'm sorry. Bob, man, I'm messed up."

I wished I had brought a six-pack or something. That one beer I had been nursing had gone warm and flat long ago. I spilled it out on the sand and crushed the can.

I told him Sayomi and I had gotten 'married' in her family's teahouse and how we had spent that first night. I told him of her strangely submissive behavior when she was only with me or with me and her family... and how she kept her explosive temper almost under control in public.

"Everyone is complicated; we each have many sides to our personalities, Philip. Women are much more complicated than any man ever born. They have so many more qualities to them. I'm surprised they put up with us sometimes. Maybe that's why there are so many divorces or cheaters. They've outgrown the men they married. The men weren't able to keep up as their women became more than they were or weren't man enough to realize they should never have gotten married in the first place, can't satisfy their women.

"We're pretty stupid, sometimes. Look... I'll give you the only advice I can see for you. You love Alessa and you obviously have something for Maria. I don't think you could've had sex with her unless you did. You don't strike me as a man who just has sex with any girl that walks by.

"Your feelings about Michael in the mix... I think that's your real problem. The idea that YOU have to share your woman with him. That's what's throwing you. I've only one woman to try and please and I know how I'd feel if she was sleeping with another man. It would throw me. It would kill me.

"Either you take it easy, work with it, see how it all turns out. Sayomi says that baby's coming in three months or so, you know that. Alessa's going to need a man to be there for her. Are you going to be that man? Or, are you going to step aside and let Michael be that man? I would think you'd have to find a way so that Michael stays with Maria and you have Alessa for yourself.

"Aside from beating him up, I don't have an idea right now except to court her as if she's the only woman on earth and make her choose you forever. Make her yours, man, make her yours and convince her to marry you. You can do it, Philip. Think about it. I can't say anymore right now."

Yeah, that'll work. Might work for Michael out of the way but what about Maria?

I picked up my squashed can and we got up and walked back to the house, not really having solved much of anything. 

At least I knew what was going on now. What to do about it was beyond me.

Early evening...

Rachel...

Sayomi had set aside a room for us in their suite. It was large but still cozy with a welcoming feeling, so unlike the many hotel rooms Sophia and I had stayed in.

"This place is really nice. Bobby is lucky... I'll bet this place cost millions... and that Sayomi... isn't she just delicious?"

Sophia walked over to the window and watched the surf roll in. The closer we were to the middle of winter, the greater the waves were going to be. 

"Yes, she's very pretty. I wonder if they're going to have children. She told me she's in her mid-30s... but, she used to be a nurse, so I guess she knows what she's doing... that is, if they do want one."

"I suppose so, Sexy lady... it's not something I would worry about," I said. "After all, it's not like I'm going to have a baby... unless... would you want one with me, Sophia? I mean, if you want one, that'd be OK with me... I'd do it for you. I'd do anything for you, you know that."

Sophia came to me and put her hands on the sides of my face. I knew I had that look in my eyes, 'c'mon, kiss me, make love to me.' She moved closer to me, licking her lips, kissing me gently with her mouth closed. 

I shut my eyes. Sophia had taught me how closing my eyes increased the sensations I felt and always put me into a romantic mood for my lover.

Her arms around my neck, she continued kissing me gently, lips to lips and then drawing her tongue across my mouth as I opened my lips, holding my bottom lip between hers, her tongue slowly entering, slowly exploring, lightly licking me, tongue on tongue, sucking on it, softly pushing against mine, moving around, touching every area of my mouth, licking, licking, licking, exciting me with the poetry of her sensuality.

I put my hands on her waist, lightly rubbing, along her back, along her arms, massaging the inside of her arm, her neck, running my fingers through her hair. I could feel myself be coming wet as her own fingers moved down touching me there through the thin cloth of my bikini, pushing the cloth in, her fingers working their magic once again.

Getting onto the bed, we both dropped our bikini bottoms to the floor and sitting on the bed, facing each other, her right arm on my shoulder. She moved her hand to the top button of my pink blouse and touched me, reaching inside to caress my nipple. She continued to unbutton, going down, each one in turn, no rushing. I pulled my blouse off and what Sophia had called 'my kissable boobies' came to view. My nipples were already hard and at attention and her hand began a gentle stroking as I looked up and smiled, knowing what delights she always brought me.

Sophia moved closer, bringing her face to me as I held her cheek in my left hand. We were inches apart; I inhaled warmth of her breath. She put her mouth on mine we began to gently kiss, lightly kiss, licking the lips kiss. Our mouths opened and our tongues played with each other, tasting, touching, tasting.

I was so wet. I so loved Sophia. 

I helped her pull up her T-shirt, a light blue one that said, 'Aloha,' her magnificent, full breasts came into view and I threw her shirt onto the floor. My hands went to touch her breasts, palm outward, moving, feeling. I took both her wonderful areolas under my fingers and stroked as I knew she liked it. 

We 'frenched' again, locked tightly together, our mouths as one, our tongues intertwined in love. 

She lay down against the bed pillow, her arms twisted back over her head, running her fingers through her own hair. I moved down and licked, kissed, caressed with my tongue her nipples. I was so wet I could feel it dripping out and onto the bed sheet.  

I moved my right hand between her legs and began rubbing with my entire palm against her moist lips while I started licking her stomach, her mound, ever moving closer to her mystical pussy. 

Sophia had her eyes closed and squirming on the bed, she was playing with her own breasts, pinching her nipples, squeezing her breasts, moaning.

I had to go back up and lick her breasts one last time as I buried my hand inside. 

I tossed my long hair over my shoulder, moved between her legs and then moved up again to kiss her greedy mouth, her greedy lips, her demanding tongue. We lay there, kissing, holding, kissing. 

I began the long, lustful trek back down with my mouth.

Stopping for just that wonderful second, licking her nipples once more and then I went down between her legs, seeking my desire. Her legs, so smooth, so slim, so mine spread wide open on either side of me and as I raised my own ass high into the air so that I could put my face where I had wanted to ever since the plane landed, I began to lick her pussy, looking up at her every now and then. 

My hand soon replaced my mouth, deep inside, my thumb on her raised clit. With one hand on her right breast and my face once again buried deep between her thighs, she arched her back and lifted us both off the bed. Arching, arching, arching, her hands now down under her own thighs, lifting them up, lifting them against me, moaning, moaning.

Her neck arched so high her head was the only thing holding her up down to her waist and her mouth fell open and made sounds that had no meaning and yet meant everything to me. I felt her body shiver as I had felt it shake hundreds of times before and my Sophia was cumming, cumming and I put my hands under her thighs so that I wouldn't be bucked away.




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We changed places and with her hands holding me tightly at the waist, she buried her mouth deep between my dripping thighs and penetrated my pussy with her wonderful tongue. I rubbed myself below my belly button with one hand and with the other moved to hold my own clit as she continued to sink her tongue deeper within me. 

My eyes were shut tight, my mouth was open and I began my own moaning as Sophia kept her head down and inside. Then, leaning forward and putting both my hands behind her head, I held her tightly as I began to cum myself, arching my back myself, shoving the back of my head into the pillow, holding her head down. I eagerly moved my pelvis against her face, again, again, I didn't want to ever stop and I turned my head side to side, my mouth open again, moaning, moaning.

My hands came up by themselves and squeezed my breasts tightly, almost painfully. I continued to buck against her face, lifting my ass clean off the bed. I finally pulled her forward, carefully, not wanting to ever hurt my Sophia and she began to kiss her way back to my hungry, waiting lips.

She stopped at my neck and kissed me, knowing that it drove me crazy wild, giving me a hickey, marking her territory. God, I loved her. Our breasts moved together, pushing up and pushing down and as I raised my head to her in greeting, our lips met once again, allowing her to worship me with her tongue.

My arms went around her back and drew her down to me as I kissed Sophia back.

Throughout that whole time, we had not said a word but spoke of miracles and wonder and love with our touch.

After a long, loving while, we lay together on our stomachs, caressing each other's commitment ring, the same type of ring I had noticed on both Alessa's and Maria's right hands. Unlike theirs, ours were ruby red and only had the two stones.

We finished our afternoon with more lazy kissing and then dressed to go to the luau.

It was amazing; the governor was there and his very nice wife and Sayomi took Sophia and me around to meet most of the people. Except for the governor I knew I'd forget who they were a minute later but that was OK, I never expected to see them again, anyway.

Sophia walked behind me, always so chic and she ignored those who looked at her scars instead seeing the whole her. Stupid people... 

Maria noticed our rings and showed us hers. While it was larger than ours, I like mine just fine. It was large enough that everyone could see and small enough not to hurt when I put my fingers somewhere.

**********

Early evening, Alessa's suite

Philip...

I tried to postpone my meeting with the two women as long as I could hoping that something would come mind. While Bob had been a great listener, I was still unable to decided what I was going to do. 

Affairs of the heart had frozen me in panic, something that had never happened while guarding the president, Jim or Alessa. 

Well, one way or the other, I had to face them; I knocked on the door and waited for it to open.

Maria invited me in. I noticed when she and Alessa were together outside the public view, she somehow controlled the relationship. How strange it seemed to me that the two would so clearly change roles based on where they were and what they were doing. 

Coming out of the back bedroom was Dr. Depuy, the staff psychologist. She had not flown over with us and must have come by commercial flight. Who called her to come? Since whatever they wanted to do with her... and me had to be personal and not business so it must have been Maria that called her.

"Good evening, Philip. How nice to see you." She sat down on one of the couches and patted the cushion next to her, saying, "Please join me here, Philip."

I already knew the evening was going to emotionally hard for me and while the arrival of Dr. Depuy was a surprise, I welcomed her presence, hoping that she would help me work through whatever the women were planning.

"Dr. Depuy, how nice to see you, too."

"Philip, I would like you to call me 'Dana,' at least while we're together like this."

My whole life was being controlled by women... me, once lead man for the presidential team, now... ah, hell, it didn't really matter, anymore. I was more concerned with what would happen with Alessa and me.

I sat down, using my own personal concept of calming down, trying to keep my breathing, my heart rate, my mind under control as best I could.

Just then, Alessa flowed out of the other bedroom, a figure of grace and beauty as she approached, her loose fitting sarong rippling with a life of its own, her once-again glorious golden hair framing her angelic face. 

I stood up.

"Good evening, Alessa. I've missed you." Even with all my resolve to control myself, as soon as I saw her, everything I was trying melted away with the heat of my desire.

She walked up and kissed 'French-style' on both cheeks, leaving me desiring more and wondering why such an almost impersonal greeting. My confidence dropped. 

"Philip."

Damn, that was it? I was so screwed. She seemed to withdrawing from me just when I finally found an inner peace with her I've never experienced before.

Alessa joined Maria on the facing couch and I could see their hands immediately coming together, their thighs pressed together and Alessa leaned her head over and kissed Maria gently on the mouth.

I just knew I was being politely, gently pushed out. I had done something wrong, I just didn't know what. Was my personal discomfort so obvious to even them that I was going to be told to leave?

Merry Christmas to me. Happy New Year... idiot.

Dana turned to look at me. "Philip, Maria and Alessa asked me to fly over and speak with you, with them present, to answer any questions you must have and I KNOW that you have questions. I would have rather done this several days ago, before.... well, before.

"Be that as it may, I'm here now and I want to try and explain what is going on, first, and then answer to the best of our abilities whatever you want to know and listen to whatever you want to say. Is that all right with you?"

I nodded my head. At this point, what else could I do? I hoped there was still a chance to save my relationship with Alessa, even if it meant being her 'other' love. It was Michael that had been bothering me as my male pride shuddered under the onslaught of another man loving my Alessa.

"Would you like something to drink, some soda... maybe something a little stronger?"

"No, thank you." No, as much as I felt like getting drunk of my ass I needed to have my mind clear.

"Well, then, I'll start off with a little background and work in what I see are the specifics of the situation here, is that all right with you?"

I nodded my head again, not really wanting to say anything but hoping to hear something that would help me dealing... no, surviving... no, loving these women... and, Michael. There was ALWAYS going to be the question of Michael.

"In what we call our 'modern' society, we've just been openly recognizing what has been going on for the longest time in every society that has ever existed. 

"Today, for more and more people, what we still call marriage involves a more, let's call it, 'fluid' idea of personal connection to the primary partner, husband or wife than what you would call the 'traditional' concept of marriage. In our case the primary partners would be Maria and Alessa. I hope that you appreciate that circumstance. Before Maria, it would have Alessa and Jim but that's a wonderful, sad memory now and we must all respect its place in our own lives.

"This new approach, in our situation here... each person, Maria and Alessa, believes that the other is, and will stay, the main emotional relationship but outside relationships of one type of another are not only going to occur, but will be allowed, as long as they don't threaten the original relationship between them."

I just continued to nod my head, showing that I was paying attention to what she was saying. 

"In this type of relationship, there can be no secrecy between Maria and Alessa about the new relationships. The devotion and commitment depends on the couple working openly and together what will be and what will not be allowed in the new relationship with someone else, or 'someones' else... in this case, you and Michael. Believe me, they have discussed this, we have discussed this and I'm sure that you and Michael have discussed this. Maria told me you spoke with him before making an initial commitment to them.

"It isn't the outside sexual relationships themselves, but the secrets, lies, denial, silences, and hidden rendezvous that make them so destructive to the marriage. Rightly or wrongly, today, many couples consider that honesty and openness cleanse affairs, rendering them essentially harmless.

"However, what Maria and Alessa are wanting is NOT and outside relationship but one that is all inclusive of both you and Michael. Not an outside relationship but a loving, caring one that everyone is comfortable with. Right now, that is going to be hard to understand but hopefully by tonight, you will understand.

Dana was telling me it was all right to have affairs as long as everyone knew about it and agreed to the rules. I realized I was more old-fashioned in my thinking than I had thought.

I looked around for Michael but even the light under his door was gone. Where did he go?

"In this new monogamy, the focus is on the marriage," she said. "The partners are not trying to include other sexual partners, they're just acknowledging that other attractions happen and an affair, especially if it's above board, doesn't have to mean the end of the relationship in divorce. This is NOT what they want. They do NOT want an affair with either one of you, even if it were to last a long time. That's not what they're looking for. They want a relationship with completely dedicated, completely loving, completely considerate men, in this case, you and Michael, once again. Do you understand the difference?"

I nodded my head again, feeling like a ventriloquist's dummy with someone else speaking for me.

She went on explaining that the primary role of the therapist was to facilitate a conversation in which the couple would make their implicit assumptions about the rules of their marriage explicit and then negotiate any differences in assumptions to a win-win conclusion.

"This is what Maria and Alessa did many months ago and once again when Michael came to live with them and then once again when you began courting her in your own quiet, romantic way. I commend you on taking it so slowly, so lovingly aware that her grief for Jim was still holding her growing love for you back. She told me about that last daily visit she made with you to his memorial."

It still seemed strange to me, basically saying 'it's OK to cheat on me as long as we agree it's OK to cheat on me.'

"Philip, all that's nice but it's not what I see happening here."

Now, that caught my attention. If it wasn't that, even given that the primary bond was now between the two women, then what was it?

"Philip, are you all right? Can we get you anything? maybe, that drink, now? No?

I looked at Maria and Alessa, sitting there quietly, still holding hands, still sitting so close together... but, mainly I was looking at Alessa, praying for some kind of response to me, even a smile, just a smile, something...

"I want to talk to you about what's now called 'polyamory.'"

Great, another lecture...

"We're not all the same, Philip and we need different relationship options at different times in our lives. That is why people date, love and then move on because the needs changed."

My hands felt clammy but as I tried to wipe them on my pants; they were as dry as my mouth. I did understand this part of what she was saying, though. The girl I was infatuated with when I was in grade school and high school wasn't the one I dated in college... or, for that matter, the ones I thought I loved while still in the Secret Service. 

I kept looking for something that just wasn't there... or, I couldn't recognize it for what it was until I thought I had found it with Alessa. I had been such a goddamn fool sleeping with Maria even it had been their idea.

Flying around the world with the president didn't help too much keeping a committed relationship alive.

I had wandered away from listening and missed some more of what she was saying.

"...gets worse if the most orgasmic species happen to be among the most promiscuous as well, which appears to be the case for people. 

"The fact that the nuclear family is a twentieth century invention also casts doubt on the evolutionary relevance of this theory on the function of women's orgasm."

How the hell did we get on the subject of women and their orgasms? How much did I miss worrying about my past loves? Gotta pay better attention.

"...of women's orgasms, we are up against a number of prejudices which obscure the truth of the matter. There is the idea that women are sexually weaker than men. That's not true and you should know that. We don't sit around waiting to swoon as soon as a handsome man arrives to rescue us from whatever.

"As ancient Taoist sexual teachings put it, the woman, whose sexual nature is like water, is slower to heat up than the man, who's sexual nature is like fire. But like fire, he quickly burns out while she is just coming to a boil. A man who has not learned to delay his ejaculation, or to orgasm without ejaculating, is no match for a woman whose sexual endurance is essentially infinite."

Well, that hit me in the balls... damn, men... and me, in particular, just couldn't seem to do anything right.

"Just in terms of our own human physiology, the average man has difficulty engaging in intercourse with more than one woman in the course of an evening, whereas the woman is much more likely to become orgasmic if she has access to multiple partners who can provide the quantity and variety of stimulation she may need to reach orgasm."

What! Was she really saying that some women want a gang-bang? ...need a gang-bang in order to have orgasms? done lovingly, of course...

"In other words, one of the most common sexual problems for men is premature ejaculation. By that I mean, unlike what most people think that means, they are unable to continue the sexual act long enough to satisfy the woman and that is why many women stimulate themselves during sex with their fingers. Most men, sadly, do not know how to satisfy a woman. Sexually, most men are selfish partners.

"Now, Philip, I spoken with both Maria and Alessa..."

Ah, shit, here it comes, deer in the headlights time...

She put her hand on my knee, showing some support, I guessed.

"...and they've both said that you don't seem to have that problem and are actually quite a considerate lover... they both consider you a lover, Philip, not a sex partner... they WANT you in their lives. I know this HAS to be incredibly difficult for you to sit here and listen to this, wondering what's going to happen. Look at them, Philip, do you think it's any easier for them?

Dana moved her hand up my thigh...

Damn! That was just what I had been thinking, let alone even considering how selfish men are and I probably was just as bad.

In all my worries, I hadn't even thought of that. Dana was right, I was just as bad as the rest of my brothers. I felt humiliated by my self-centeredness. I put my head into my hands and bent over again, just as I had down at the beach.

"While many men stupidly think how wonderful it would be to have two women in bed, many become too excited or too confused to take full advantage of the opportunity in real life. They are mentally and physically unprepared to satisfy one women, let alone two. 

"They've both confided that they believe you won't have that problem once you accept how they would like to live with you. Physically, they tell me you are definitely able to satisfy both of them, the whole night if necessary, with a few breaks naturally."

Her hand quietly slipped down into my crotch. NOW I was paying attention and did my best to ignore her. Maria and Alessa were less than eight feet away, looking right at me. It was a test, it HAD to be...

"One of the most common problems for women is the difficulty in reaching orgasm through intercourse. It is very hard... oops, wrong word, well, you know what I mean... it is not easy when the average man has NO idea how to correctly make love to a woman. 

"Women who manage to overcome the conditioning which tells them they are sluts or whores if they don't adhere to monogamous standards, often tell of very satisfying experiences when they step outside the boundaries that our society has erected.

"You would expect that in the interest of promoting sustainable relationships, polyandry would be the norm, that is one woman mated with multiple men. There are a few cultures today, Nepal immediately comes to mind, where polyandry still exists, one woman marries all the brothers in the family. It gives her protection and the larger number of men bringing in wealth. The communists have been trying to force it out ever since they invaded the land.

"In one culture, the women wear hats with horns on them, signifying the number of husbands she had. It was well respected."

I almost laughed. What had started as a symbol of pride ended up as a sign of derision with the visual image of cuckolded men wearing 'horns.' It wasn't everyday that you learn new things, about life in general and yourself in particular. I had already learned plenty and knew there was going to be even more for me to learn if I decided to stay with them.

She had continued to talk and I was once again missing some of it. "...are many ways to structure relationships when it comes to the agreements on which intimate, loving relationships can be based. 

"I know this because I've explored so many different ways of relating myself."

Well, Dr. Dana, you are continuing to surprise me. I never imagined that and I determined, if I decided to stay in this incredibly convoluted situation, I was going to take some new psych classes to help me better understand the people working around me. 

"I'll be the first to acknowledge that polyamory is not a good choice, a viable choice for everyone. Polyamory can exact a terrible price from those who practice it. There's always the risk of rejection by family, neighbors, friends, and coworkers.

"If the people involved, you, Alessa, Maria and even Michael are able to relate to each other with integrity and self-respect, then 'drama' as we know it doesn't have to be there. 

"If you have a hard time getting past society's demand for sexual exclusivity, then jealousy is going to be a major obstacle to entering this type of relationship and may make it impossible."

THAT was exactly what had been bothering me! I wish I had been able to speak with her earlier at the beach instead of Bob. While he was a good listener, he had been a little short on usable advice and we had spent more time staring at the Pacific than talking.

"This type of relationship, no matter how wide open your eyes are entering it, can increase stress unbelievably. If there's a problem in the relationships you have coinciding with other problems, difficulties and complications and I've seen what problems there are working inside the Corporation... this year has been shattering for me... there might be an emotional breakdown.

"Sex is for bonding lovers. Sex is for communing with our spirits and each other and sensing our place in the universe. I know that sounds so 'New Age,' but I believe it's true. We have denigrated sex to a physical release just like exercise and that's SO wrong. Don't EVEN get me started on that."

It occurred to me the good doctor had some definite opinions of her own.




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"Sexual union is sacred... it is powerful... it should last forever... and we should appreciate it with love, with reverence and caring for both the person and the act.

"We need to make a primal change in the way we see love, intimacy and sex... a primal change to a more naturally intuitive, mutually supportive, life affirming was of expressing our basic sexuality and our love relationships. 

"We women are more mystical, with our natural, loving, sensual feminine spirit... it is up to us to bring about a renaissance of sexual love. Men need to release their fear-based need to control everything, including the women in their lives and join with us to create a genuine partnership in life."

I was still sitting there, quietly thinking, when the good doctor spoke quietly to both of them at the door, all three of them watching me like a bug under a magnifying glass. 

I still hadn't come to a solid conclusion and decided to speak with them again, either alone or together or something. 



Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 41



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Evening, December 26th
Alessa's suite, North Shore Estate

Alessa....

As Dana was talking to Philip, I wondered what he was thinking. It was almost as if I could see his mind attempting to absorb such a huge amount of so strange information and trying to make sense of it... sense of it as it affected us.

As it affected us... four short words that would decide if there would be a future for us, for Philip and me, for Philip and Maria...

I felt the hugest obstacle in his acceptance was Michael. During the last few months, when I had begun to consciously consider having Philip in my life beyond that of a devoted bodyguard, beyond that of a close friend... to truly have him as a lover for as long as I could, for as long as he wanted me, I timidly brought my wishes and questions to Dana.



I had met with her at odd hours, sometimes during the day, sometimes late at night when Maria was still working. I needed to understand my own experiences, good and bad, before I could understand how Philip might fit in the rest of my life.

And, there was always going to be the question of Maria... if I indeed wanted Philip to love me, how would I feel about her? how would she feel about me? how would she feel about him. Would she accept him, however reluctantly? Would she resent him, feeling him a threat to our own relationship?

There were so many questions I had no answer to... at that time.

Dana helped me put my own shattered feelings together so that I could explain them to myself. She helped me explain them to Maria... and to Michael. I didn't know if she had helped me enough to explain to, to convince Philip to love me enough to accept what I desired, what I wanted, what I needed.



And, now, Dana had left the three of us alone, promising to talk to him whenever he wished, to help us make this work.

Returning to the living room, I sat down next to him, hoping to see something... something, even if it was disgust and he was searching for a polite way out... out of the room, out of the Corporation, out of my life.

Maria disappeared. I think she realized that when she spoke to him just two days ago, she was too forceful, leaving him no choice in the affair, it was either 'my way or the highway' and didn't allow him that much time to make a choice. Somehow, I had forgotten that he had slept with Maria just last night.

I got up from the relative dimness of the living room, went into the brightness of the kitchenette and made some hot chocolate. I didn't know if he wanted something like hot chocolate at such a late hour, it was now almost ten o'clock but I needed something to do while he worked out whatever he was thinking.

I was going to use something from the good set of china but felt a couple of mugs were more in keeping with us. Not something all shiny and pretty and so fragile that setting them down without great care would shatter them into a million pieces so small that they would never be able to come together again.

The mugs were honest. Strong and unassuming, able to take some hard knocks without cracking and if there were a few chips here and there, they were only a testament to the solidness they possessed.

He had been able to sit down at the table without my knowing. I shouldn't have been surprised, after all, he had been Secret Service and I knew by then that Jimmy had trained everyone of his men to his own high standards.

I set his cup down, my own nervousness showing as I rattled it against the tabletop, sloshing some out. I went to get a paper towel to wipe it up but as my hand approached the spill, he grabbed my hand, not roughly, not gently, just 'matter of factly' and held it, just looking at it, his other hand fingering my commitment ring.

I tried to sit down on my chair but he refused to release me and pulling me to him, sat me down on his lap. I could feel his erection beneath me, pulsing with a life of its own... its hardness demanding my attention. Squirming on his lap only made it worse and I tried to sit still even as it pushed between the cheeks of my butt.

I felt his face bury itself into my once-again blown-out golden hair and inhale, breathing deeply my scent and taking me within him.

All this time, Philip had not said a single word and even though I knew he was aroused, it might just be one of those things that meant nothing for the future.

I shifted around, I didn't want my back to him, pushing against him and moved enough so that I could hook my left arm around his neck to support me.

I was still waiting for him to say something, anything. 

The silence was deafening... and killing me.

As much as I physically enjoyed sitting on his lap, appreciating his arousal pressing even harder against me, I was becoming uncomfortable emotionally.

I wanted to get up; he wouldn't let me. I gave up and sat there, wondering what we were going to do. Going to bed and having sex didn't seem to be his destination or he would have already had his face between my thighs.

I became bothered and aroused thinking about that picture floating through my mind and I felt myself becoming amazingly damp. How could that one night with him affect me so passionately?

I don't know why I had ever thought Michael was a better bed partner than Philip was. It had to be the excitement of the moment. I had enjoyed Michael, especially since he had known so many different oral techniques because of his sisters. But, thinking of him, even being with him, did not exhilarate me as Philip did.

Even though Michael said last night I was the only reason he had regained his manhood and his ability to fully please a woman, I had soon realized that Michael was just my friend, not my lover. 

I was in love with Philip. My history with him, the slow and gentle and stimulating and arousing courtship that he and I had experienced since October had made us feel like an engaged couple.

Our night together had been a re-awakening, something not felt since I had been with Jimmy.

Emotionally, I felt that night we were more than an engaged couple but still... still less than a bride and groom.

How much more would I learn about myself? I knew that I could never sleep again with Michael, as much as I liked him and physically appreciated his oral skills in bed. How I wished that he would be able to transfer that ability to satisfying Maria enough that she would be pleased with just him.

I didn't want to share Philip with her. He was mine.

"About last night..." I had to open the subject while I still had the courage, hoping to explain about Michael.

"Alessa, I'm SO sorry, I should have never..." He had trouble finding the words.

"Slept with Maria?" I hoped that was what he wanted to say. 

"Yes, that was a unforgivable mistake. It's not like we're not friends or anything, it's just that I love you too much to be with another woman, or to have you with another man."

Ah, no... no, no, no... that's not what we agreed to. I was arguing against myself, how damn stupid was that? 

I was so scared, I stuttered. "Philip, you know I slept with Michael." 

He might have thought so but hearing me say it was something else; he inhaled sharply and held his breath.

I could feel his body tighten beneath me as he still held me tightly on his lap. I knew my desire to have him as the only man in my life disturbed me when I thought of him with Maria.

Of course, the fact that Michael had so thoroughly pleased me in so many exciting ways the night before...

****

...as I was bent over, holding on to the edge of the bed as Michael was slamming into me hard, causing my breasts to swing back and forth.

"You want my cock in your ass, don't you, Alessa?" Being with me had unleashed all the pent-up sexual energy that had been within him for all these years. Amazingly, he had totally shed his submissive personality and the real Michael had finally emerged. While Maria and I were hoping he would eventually would find himself, I never expected it to be with me and like this.

I didn't answer him and he reached around and grabbed one of my nipples and pulled it, causing me to yell out in pain and a perverse pleasure.

"Answer me, I want to know if you want my cock in your ass."

I shocked myself, "Yes, please, please..."

"Please, what?" He smacked my ass and the sting made me cry out.

"Damn it, Michael, watch out for the baby."

"Sorry, Alessa, I won't do that again." He rubbed my sore cheek, kissing it and murmuring apologies.

"Now," he continued, "please, what?"

"I want your dick in my ass," I said, raising my voice. I was hot and nearing an orgasm. I could always feel the beginnings of it starting beneath my breasts and moving down toward my pussy.

He picked me up from the floor and put me on the bed. Taking a small bottle of liquid, he climbed up and knelt behind me, holding my hips. I had forgotten all about the doctor's advice about anal sex while I was pregnant, I didn't care, I wanted his dick in my ass. I needed his dick in my ass. I was going to have his dick in my ass.

What had come over me? Why didn't I try this last night with Philip? Did I want Philip to think me a 'good girl' and with Michael I could let myself go, enjoying myself in every possible, to try everything I could so I would know if I wanted to do them with Philip?

I felt guilty. I knew that Philip deeply loved me and yet I was giving away my 'cherry' to Michael, one I should have saved just for Philip.

My confusion was overwhelmed by my need for a good fuck and besides Philip, I had only been with Jimmy and here I was wanting to be butt-fucked for all I worth. 

My hormones were driving me crazy.

He rubbed the liquid all over my asshole and after putting his fingers in to open me up a bit, he slowly pushed his dick into my ass. I squealed, not in pain but great, wonderful pleasure.

"Damn, you're tight," Michael said. "You've got a fine ass, Alessa."

I was surprised I even remembered what he said, so caught up in what we were doing. I could feel myself widening, adjusting, accepting him as he slowly went deep, deeper, deepest. I could feel myself tightly grip his shaft as he waited.

"You like this, don't you, baby?" he asked. 

Somewhere in my head, I was trying to understand the extraordinary change in his demeanor. What had happened the night before with Maria? Did he do these things with her... 

In my heart, I strangely felt myself becoming jealous of any attention he would have given her even though he was hers just as I felt myself jealous of her being with Philip at the same time even as I was being fucked by Michael.

My lust-driven actions were out of my control and I made no sense even to myself.

"Oh, God, yes," I yelled out. "Fuck me, damn you! What are you waiting for?" 

I had turned into a common slut, willing to do anything just to have a man's dick inside me. I loved Philip... I loved Maria... but this was different. 

This was just pure sex. Would I be able to face Philip after this? Maria? Myself? How would I be able to see, to talk, to think about Michael after this?

"You like my big dick, don't you?" His voice was friendly but still had a commanding tone to it triggering a submissive response from me, even more so than when I'm with Maria.

"I love it!" I wished he'd stop talking and continue pounding. I could feel myself starting to cum, my wet fingers hard at work on my clit, my ass having a warm, almost burning feeling that was bringing me higher and higher.

"Ha! I knew it. You were crying and screaming for me to stop but in just a few minutes your crying and screaming for me not to stop. You're my little slut, aren't you?"

****

As I saw it, now, it was already ancient history. I knew it had been a maddening mistake and I just wanted to move on as fast as I could.

Common sense should have warned me to just be quiet but my heart needed to confess at least that much. I refused to give Philip any details of my tryst and only later realized that not knowing would only have made it worse for him, his imagination probably running wild with possibilities.

What Michael and I had done to and with each other would eventually be locked in my memory to stay there forever but right now... what Philip didn't know wouldn't hurt him. I had come to this, almost a cheating wife in my heart, even if we weren't married. 

"Alessa, Michael and I had a very long talk today. We told each other everything."

Ah, shit. I was so screwed.



Maria....

As soon as they were talking, I slipped out into the hallway and went outside. As late as it was, the tropical air caressed me like a long-lost lover, enveloping me in its warmth. I had no idea what she was actually going to say to him. We had discussed different possibilities: she and I stay together with both men gone, at least from our beds; she and I and Philip or Michael, that one had some value to it but I could still see problems with it; or we break into two couples and Alessa and I still come together when we need to.

Ah, hell, what did I know? The world of love, sex and lust was really something I had only experienced for about five months. What did I really know, anyway?

Last night with Philip was damned near unbelievable. However he learned how to make love, to make me feel as if I was the only woman on his mind, the only woman in the world, in the universe, I still felt that Alessa was on his mind the whole time. Even as I orgasmed over and over and over, I knew that what we had, friendship, was going to last forever while this liaison was probably only going to be for a night or two. What was I going to do? Did I want Philip to stay in my bed? Physically he was much more...

I had to stop thinking about him, it was going to drive me crazy. He was my first true lover and I gave him anything he wanted as he thrilled me beyond anything I could have ever imagined. At the time, I laughed, telling him that he was scoring the 'trifecta,' the 'hat trick,' as he went from one part of my being to another, experiencing everything my body had to offer.

What would I tell Alessa? Would I tell Alessa? What would she tell me about Michael, who I still thought of as a considerate but lacking person in my life?

I do know that when I saw Michael this morning, he was a different man. What happened with those two?

My 'first' night with Michael was just more of the same we had done in California. He had an incredible ability to bring me orgasms with just his mouth. As much as his crazy-ass sisters had sexually abused him, at least they did teach him one skill.

But this morning, after spending the night with Alessa, Michael was ecstatic. That, by itself, scared me. Was I to be the odd woman out? Were both men going to worship at Alessa's pregnant altar while I was lost in the desert?

Michael surprised me outside. "Hello, Michael," was all I was able to say before he swept me off my feet and twirled around holding me tightly. His smile was contagious and I began to smile with him. Whatever was making him happy was fine with me. It had taken months to get him to this point in his life and I wasn't going to ruin it for him.

With my arms around his neck, I held on as he carried me down the beach into the darkness. I had no idea where we were going aside from the fact that it was away from the house. After five or so long minutes, we approached a couple of tiki torches casting a warm yellow light over a blanket and what seemed to be a cooler.

He gently set me down on the blanket and took my sandals off. He did the same for himself and sat down next to me. 

He opened the cooler, pulled out a bottle of Cinzano Asti Spumante and a couple of crystal champagne flutes. Sending the cork out into the darkness, he filled them and passed one to me.

"Cin-cin," he offered and we drank to our health. The sparkling little bubbles tickled my nose. He fed me blue cheese on fancy crackers, some prosciutto. I really liked that Italian ham.

He licked my fingers clean and then used some baby wipes to finish cleaning our hands. We had some more Spumante. I was enjoying myself, seeing a new side to Michael that had remained hidden all this time.

We watched the stars watching us.

We both started talking at the same time and then went through the silliness of 'you first.'

"Michael, Alessa and I have spoken about us and..."

"We've already spoken, Maria and I really need to speak with you."

I knew it! Alessa had somehow ensnared both men into her web, leaving me on the outside, hungry for whatever scraps of love she would give me, either herself or one of them. How had I lost control of the situation so quickly?

He continued, "I'm a little unsure how to actually say it, so..."

He started to make love to me. Not the 'pull your clothes off and fuck' make love but a romantic, slow build up that would make you orgasm before your clothes are even off. 

My God, whatever HAD happened last night with Alessa certainly changed something. Gone was his uncertainty... gone was his waiting for directions to orally bring me to orgasm. Gone was the submissive man that I had brought home from San Diego. 

Thank God! 

And whatever happened between Philip and me was going to stay between us. Little did I know that the two men had already discussed everything Alessa and I had done with them. When I found that out, I almost passed out from the embarrassment.

Ingrid Bergman supposedly said, "A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous."

Michael looked deeply into my eyes as the torches sent fluttering light in the late night breeze. I found myself smiling at him, not a large, laughing smile but a warm, kind 'I'm so glad you're here' smile.

As he moved closer, I encircled his neck with my arms and pulled him down to me as I lay back on the blanket. I was as comfortable as I could get on the sand. He touched my face lightly before brushing his lips carefully against mine.

I closed my eyes and relaxed, feeling his lips softly pressed against mine. I slightly opened my mouth; he went slowly, gently, easily licking my lips as he held my head under his arm. In all the time I've known him, this was the first time he had initiated a romantic encounter, let alone a possible sexual one.

It was sweet, not too long, not too wet and I savored the romance of his embrace. I didn't want him to rush, I wanted to enjoy his closeness and I put my right hand on his cheek and softly touched him. I gave him a satisfied, warm smile to encourage whatever he was planning on doing.

"Michael, that was..."

I couldn't finish for he put his lips back against mine as he embraced me more tightly, gently put tightly, as if he was staking a claim to my body, my mind, my soul.

I had no idea where this newfound ability had come from but I wasn't going to take a single chance in stopping him. What the hell happened last night with Alessa?

Why is that feeling you get from a good kiss so hard to explain? I felt like melting butter as he caressed my lips with his.

Slowly, softly he kissed my cheeks, my neck, my ears, my neck again. I could feel the erotic rush as my skin grew warm with his lips touching, touching, touching. He was affectionate more than anything else and I was falling in love with him.

He pulled my sarong loose from the blanket and brought it so slowly up past my thighs and I tingled at the feel of the soft sea breeze, once warm to me, now cool against my hot, wet thighs. Pulling my panties down as I raised my hips, he gently inserted a finger, then two into the wetness of my pussy, his palm on my mound.

He found my spot and as his fingers felt it, stroking it gently but firmly, I could feel it swell. I gasped and then moaned and moaned.





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"God, yes... oh, Michael..." I was starting to feel myself orgasm as he continued working his fingers inside me. 'Ah, Jesus," was all I could say as I began to gasp, struggling to breathe.

I thought he was going to move down and put his face between my thighs but, instead, he carefully rolled me over and pulled me up onto my knees and I had to put out my arms to keep my face off the blanked. 

I knew what he wanted to do. 

Michael entered me from behind, slipping into my moistness, hitting my spot with the head of his dick. He began a long, rhythmic pressure, hitting the right spot over and over as I began to move against him, pushing myself back, back, back, trying to get all of him inside.

He was confident, relaxed and completely in charge of me, my body, my mind, my soul. He continued pushing and pulling, his amazingly strong hands holding my hips firmly against him as I started the first of I had no idea how many orgasms. I closed my eyes, unable to watch as I continued moving forward and back that seven inches each time he pushed in and pulled out.

Then I felt the wild rush as he stopped moving, crushed me against him as his dick twitched, moved deeper, swelled even more somehow and then exploded within me, his so warm fluids flooding me over and over and over.

I hoped we were far enough away from anyone who might chance to hear my screams. Later, I realized the torchlight made it possible for anyone to clearly see us.

To have the people with us see me, the number two of the Corporation, getting sex on the beach... it would have made some interesting conversation back in Malibu.

I no longer cared.



Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 42



Chapter 42

Be my little baby, be my little baby, now

Afternoon, Friday, December 28th 

North Shore estate

Sayomi....

Bobbi told me he thought the initial test run over the marijuana fields was successful. Within a half hour, even from the helicopter it was obvious the plants were dying.

"By the end of next week," he said, "there will be nothing left to even hint there had ever been something growing there.

"After all these people finally leave," he continued, "Sella and Christine are staying with us. They're going to be the new data processors for the project and I was quite impressed with the work they did designing the software for heritage plant project. They'll be reporting directly to you, baby. Keep them on their toes and have them work in separate rooms."

I found that a very strange remark. Initially, I was going to be upset that another couple of women were going to join us here at the estate and then checked my temper. Bobbi was the most faithful man ever... it wasn't him I was worried about. The younger Italian, Sella, had a body that wouldn't quit and I've watched over the last few days that every man here had watched her walk by at least once, all, except for Bobbi and then Philip and Michael, wrapped up in their own little drama with Alessa and Maria.

Those four confused me... I couldn't seem to keep up who was with who but then, it wasn't my business and if they were swapping around. Sometimes people aren't really aware of what other people see and hear.

Only a few more days, I kept telling myself, until everything returns to the tranquility I had come to expect in my short stay here on the North Shore.

...only a few more days.

**********

Morning, Thursday, April 24th 

North Shore estate

Sayomi....

Bobbi lay behind me, resting on his right side. His left leg had somehow found itself between mine, keeping them slightly apart as his left hand moved toward my warmth, now so moist with excitement. Bobbi had thought me asleep and yet my own left hand had now taken his and moved it in small slow circles pressing against my skin. 

Bobbi gently began kissing my neck behind my ear and then nibbled the lobe. With each touch of his lips on my skin, I pushed his hand harder against me. 'This feels so good,' I thought although in my own mind it wasn't quite so coherent and only my slight moaning signaled to him my true reactions to his touching.

'Oh, Bobbi... Don't you dare stop now.' Slightly more awake, I was now rocking my body back and forth on the bed; pushing toward him behind me and then slightly pulling away before rushing back to feel his fingers still exploring my body, still a mysterious gift after being together still such a short while. 

I would have smiled if I could but my breathing had quickened to the point where I could neither speak lucidly nor ever fully comprehend the physical reactions and emotions rushing through my body and soul. Neither my training as a nurse nor the days of constant lovemaking with my husband could prepare me each time I waited for him to penetrate me. 'Each time is the first time ever... each time is just better and better.'

Deliberately, I rolled over onto my right side breaking the contact I had with my lover, my husband, my Bobbi and finally rested on my arms and knees, raising myself in the air, waiting for his response as I wiggled my ass. 'Bobbi... don't make me wait,' I implored to him in my mind, still too embarrassed to say something out loud even though I was naked and anxiously waiting for him to enter me, feeling rather than seeing in the darkness of the pre-dawn.

Delighted with my enthusiasm, Bobbi moved behind me, holding my waist with one hand and rubbed himself deliberately into my pussy in carefully measured strokes, using my own moistness to help him enter. 

Taking his dick out, he moved it against my ass and as I put my face down on the pillows, I reached back and held my cheeks apart for him. I could feel it against my hole and as he gently pushed, I started to slowly open for him, stretching, stretching, stretching and he was once again inside; slamming it up my ass was becoming my second favorite position. My first was lying down with his face buried between my thighs. Whatever being married to him had done to me, I liked it.

Bobbi pushed in just a bit, waiting for my body to accept him, pulling back just a little and then moving forward again, all the while easing himself fully into my smaller body until Bobbi could go no farther. I could feel him inside and as he knelt there, I started to wiggle my ass again, making sure that every side of my rectum was stroked by his dick.

Bobbi waited for me to feel comfortable with the fullness and then I began to shift on the bed signaling my readiness. As Bobbi was now moving forward I began to move back against him, feeling his strong hands gripping my waist helping me to keep my balance and I was able to take one hand and touch my own breasts.

"Ummph..." I moaned as Bobbi began to slowly move deeper into me. He took some of my own cum and spread it over his dick each time he pulled it partially out. I kept my eyes shut, concentrating on what Bobbi was doing to me. I moved my hand from my breast and touched myself, rubbing, rubbing, oh, so much rubbing. 

I moaned again, louder this time and then started speaking softly in Japanese. 

"Sayomi? Are you all right? Am I hurting you?" And yet, as mentally prepared as Bobbi was to stop, I knew he was unable to stop, moving inside me, lost in an ancient ritual of man and woman unchanged over the millennia.

I switched back to English, "Bobbi... Oh, God, don't stop now, I'm..." My heart seemed to stop and then quicken as rush after rush seemed to fly slowly into the sky and burst in my mind and body. "Uh... uh... uh," I rambled, my consciousness wandering lost in passion, once again speaking in Japanese. My fingers moved faster, harder, deeper.

I trembled against him, then again and again. Bobbi held me tightly around the waist with his left hand and moved his right to my back, massaging my skin now damp with a sheen that reflected what little light there was in the room.

The result of my actions, holding him tightly with a physical response I didn't even know was possible, shoved him over the boundary separating now and then and could be. Bobbi continued moving within me, faster now, seeking freedom for the heat flashing, burning through him and Bobbi finally released himself within me, our passionate, enthusiastic joining causing an even faster shared reaction.

I felt the warm, no... his hot liquid spurting within me bringing me to orgasm once again as my fingers kept rubbing my clit. The physical pleasure Bobbi had brought me since we had met and married only heightened my excitement whenever Bobbi entered my body. I appreciated the joy I finally had in my life, not so much the physical but the emotional bond that grew stronger every moment, even now as Bobbi continued to push harder, another hot torrent filling me, overflowing onto the wet bedding. 

**********

Afternoon, same day

The Corporation, Malibu

Maria....

Alessa, well, the four of... no, that was wrong, too. The entire Malibu group was carefully waiting for the birth. At this time, no one wanted to jinx anything. I had kept the secret of my own pregnancy from everyone except the doctor. I refused to take the spotlight from my lover. I had plenty of time left, by my count another six months before it would be my turn. I was hoping for a Halloween baby, that would be... different.

My biggest problem was 'who was the father?' Unlike Alessa who knew damn well that it was Jim that had gotten her into the 'family way,' my own was a little more ambiguous. The question, of course, was it Michael? Or... was it... Philip?

There was one week where Alessa was feeling more adventurous than what I considered her 'normal' self and she wanted to have a three-some but wanted to do it during the day so the odd-man-out wouldn't know and feel jealous. Here we were cheating on our lovers... with our own lovers! 

What happened to that sweet, innocent, well, almost innocent young woman that came to me from San Francisco? She was showing me a side that I never even dreamed existed.

It was insane and I could only chalk it up to her needing to be convinced she was still beautiful and sexy at six months.

Rather than sit down and try and draw up a comparative chart on both of them which I knew would only destroy our relationships with them, we did it the good old American way: we flipped a coin. Heads I win, tails you lose.

I let her flip the coin, it was her idea and I knew I should have called a halt to the whole thing before the 1881 silver dollar went flying but we had already slept with both of them at Christmas and this was the first time we were breaking our own vow to remain faithful to the man we each chose. Fortunately for us, we each chose different men. I don't know what would have happened if we hadn't.

That Morgan left her fingers and flew up almost to the ceiling, flipping as it went and we both stood back and apart, not wishing to touch it until it had settled onto the thick rug and settled what we were going to do.

I had a wry smile when it finally hit the thick teal rug and settled down on tails.

Philip!

Whether Alessa was disappointed or not, I did not know for I was wrapped up in my own feelings about the coin's choice. Philip was a good lover, I believed but I only had Michael to compare him to. So one night, when I was still alone in my own apartment, I had gone on the internet and watched all sorts of wild and crazy things... things that I wanted to try for my own.

After that, I knew the truth about both Michael and Philip. They were good enough or better for any of those films that I had seen. Maybe not as depraved... there was NO way I was putting either of their dicks into my mouth after it had been up my ass and the idea of semen squirting all over my face... both Alessa and I thought that was especially degrading. Any semen being squirted, we decided, needed to go INTO one of the three holes that God had provided for times like these.

Philip was nervous. I didn't blame him and even though he had made love to both of us back in Hawaii, each time had been in private as a couple.

When I thought about it, the perfect threesome HAD to be two guys and a girl just because of the physical limits of the human body. And although I had thought about it during those months since, I knew that neither of them would be able to handle the idea of making... no, fucking either me or Alessa in tandem. Male egos were a fragile and dangerous thing and I couldn't understand any man wanting to share 'his' woman with someone else.

One of Michael's sisters, I think it was Brianna, had shown me a couple of websites with stories. Many of them dealt with the husband or boyfriend getting excited watching his wife or girlfriend having sex with either one, two or God knows how many strangers, business partners, the mailman, the 18 year old gardener and of course the ever present biker gangs and black pimps.

I had spent enough time with Marines in battle and now with Michael and Philip to tell anyone who would listen...

You know those stupid ideas about black men? It ain't true.

And although I knew that Alessa had a strong submissive streak to her behind closed doors, the idea that any woman would allow some of the things described and welcome them was just as stupid. 

For a fantasy to work, it has to have its feet firmly rooted in reality and this one certainly did.

Since it was her idea and her lover involved, I took the easy way out and let her tell him. She, of course, decided to take an even easier way out and not tell him anything except that there was a meeting scheduled at ten o'clock in the morning the next day at our apartment.

Devious yet efficient, I'll give her that, as I once again saw her take control of the situations outside the bedroom.

He let himself in with his key card and looked around for us. She had left the bedroom door ajar and called to him.

"Philip, would you come here, please." The trap was baited and as Philip went into the bedroom he was confronted by a very naked Alessa waiting for him.

Whatever hold she had on him turned whatever willpower he had to mush and as she sat back against the bed and then lay down with her legs wide open and a couple of pillows under her butt, he needed no more encouragement and began shedding his clothes onto the floor. His gun, I noticed, went into the dresser. You have to admire a man like that who would stop and worry about something like that.

Alessa had subtly moved over on the bed so there would be plenty of room when I decided to join them and as he knelt between her legs and dipped his head between her thighs, I came out of the closet, so to speak, and quietly moved over to the bed and lay down the other way.

He must have thought that Alessa was just moving around trying to be more comfortable for he made no notice of my arrival but definitely woke up when I moved my hand under him and began to stroke his penis.

If there WAS any confusion in his mind, it quickly went away when he took a second to say 'hello' and then drove his face back in.

After Alessa's third time, he sat up and looked at me. 

"Hello?" he asked, wondering what was going on. I could tell. If he wasn't, then he was one strange man... or willing to accept whatever came his way from two totally crazy women.

"Hey, there, Philip." I couldn't think of anything else. It wasn't like I practiced beforehand.

It must have been an insane sight for him. Alessa with her pregnant ass up in the air on pillows and me, just a foot or so away from his raging erection that seemed to bob with every heartbeat he had.

"Ummm," Alessa started, "well... see, Philip, it's sorta like this..." And she ran out of words. Just great, and he looked to me for an explanation seeing as how I was there, too.

I was in the Marines... once a Marine, always a Marine and we ain't afraid of nothing... so, why was I?

"Alessa was feeling kinda not so sexy what with the baby and all and since you're her lover she wanted one last go round before she marries you."

Alessa looked at me like I had just skydived into a volcano. There was NO way I was going to tell him about Michael and well, the marriage thing, that was my gift to both of them... they might as well face the thing head-on and get it over with, one way or the other.

And, so that's why I think that Philip could be the father of my baby. Subconsciously, I wanted to have a baby and had been off the pill for months. I went back to Michael the next morning and had two days of non-stop sex with him but nature follows its own rules.

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The next morning, Alessa gave birth to a beautiful, aren't they always? six pound, four ounce baby girl. She had Alessa's hair and Jim's eyes and I'd like to think, my smile.

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Two years later...

Bob's cousin, Rachel and her 'friend,' Sophia eventually moved to San Francisco and were living in Alessa's old house.

Paolo and his wife, Chiara, moved to Hawaii and had a beautiful baby boy. They ended up living at the North Shore estate and Paolo was glad to see his two daughters and niece again. 

Sella and Christine became well-known for their work on indigenous Hawaiian plants thought to have been extinct.

Bob and Sayomi had a baby girl and named it Maria. She and Chiara established an OBGYN and children's clinic for the people on the North Shore.

Alessa and Philip were married three days after the baby was born. She named it 'Jamie.'

I had my first baby, a wonderful little boy and if Michael noticed that he looked more like Philip than him, he never said anything. I'm expecting twin girls, now, and I know they're Michael's.

It's been almost three years, now since that dreadful accident and not a day goes by that Alessa and I don't think of Jim and what he did for us and if he IS watching down on us with Miriam by his side, all we can say is 'thank you, Jim and we'll always love you.'