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Three Sisters of Delta Gamma Ch. 01

By: memorable_event



The following story is an original work of fiction. Any resemblance of these fictional characters to actual people is purely a coincidence and was not intended. All characters involved in any sexual activity are above the age of 18. The story takes place in Newark, Delaware, and the main characters are portrayed as students at the University of Delaware. All places and business mentioned really do exist and are described to the best of the author's knowledge. The story is copyrighted by the author and all rights are reserved.

This is a 10-chapter story. I am submitting one chapter a day for the next 10 days but I have no idea when Literotica editors will post them. Please enjoy, vote and leave comments.   







Three Sisters of Delta Gamma Ch. 01



"Hey, David." She was totally naked and glanced his way for only a second before returning to her makeup. He was speechless and couldn't stop gazing at the full dangling breasts and perfect round bottom tapering out as she leaned into the mirror. She was the sexiest girl he'd ever seen. 

"Why don't you jump in the shower and get ready for me. We're going to have a lot of fun this afternoon. I hope you like to lick pussy because I really get turned on by that." His cock jumped at the thought of her riding his tongue. 

"You have a lovely body. I can't believe this is happening."

"Awww, you're sweet. Now hurry up and get that big cock ready for me."  

David had taken a long shower before he came over but that didn't count, evidently. He stripped and stepped behind her to enter the shower. He couldn't help but rub against her warm fanny as he passed. Susanna saw his erection in the mirror, smiled and thought, "This is going to be so easy." 

"Layla and Julia might want to participate. Hope you don't mind," Susanna added. 

There was a prolonged silence while he struggled to think. "That'd be okay, I suppose. But they're both going to operate the camcorders as well?" 

"Yeah. They've done it before." 

"Do you three always share men like this?" 

"Only when they're as handsome and well hung as you." Susanna just loved doing that to a guy. 

"Oh, by the way, Layla loves to finger a guy and tweak his prostate. So be prepared." David's mind was now shot. His hands were cold and shaking.  

In their bathrooms, Layla and Julia were making final preparations. They planned to get in on the action and wanted their young sexy bodies to be fresh and inviting. 

David stepped from the shower and Susanna handed him a towel before walking out the door. The shower helped his nerves, but not much. He was very concerned about his ability to perform while being recorded and watched by two other girls. However, his pride wouldn't let him leave without trying. 

He dressed, walked into the hallway and saw a flurry of activity. Three beautiful naked women were in the adjacent bedroom, moving furniture, setting up lights and microphones around the room. In the center was a king size bed with sparkling white sheets and at least eight pillows. The camcorders were on a table near the bed. 

Julia saw him first. "Hey, David. We'll be ready in a few minutes. You want another beer?" 

"No, I've had enough for now. Can I help?" 

Layla responded, "I think we have it about as we want it. Are you ready to do your manly duties?"

"Of course." Unfortunately, his dick said otherwise. It was totally limp. 

Susanna noticed his problem and said, "It'll rise to the occasion in just a few minutes. Girls, are you ready?" 

Both said yes and picked up their cameras. Layla said, "David, I'll be the director and will be giving you and Susanna instructions as we record. I'll dub over the voice instructions with a track of love making sounds so it'll all work in the end. Feel free to make as many noises like grunting and groaning as you want. We'll use it for the dubbing. You too, Susanna. Screaming, crying, grunting and all the sounds you usually make will be fine. Be sure to throw in a few profanities as they come to mind. You Southern belles know some great ones, and I can use them all."  

Susanna asked, "You going to do an introductory scene like you did last time?" There really wasn't a last time but David didn't know that. 

Layla replied, "Of course. I almost forgot. Both of you get on the bed and sit in the middle. David, are you familiar with the Lotus Blossom position from the Kama Sutra?"

"No." 

"Surely you Theta Chi guys have studied the Kama Sutra." 

"Not yet."

"Okay, sit up on the bed and cross your legs to make a nice lap. 

"Good. Now Susanna, sit down in his lap facing him and wrap your legs around his butt. 

"That's good. David, wrap your arms around her and Susanna, put your arms around his shoulders and hold his back. 

"That looks good. David, is your cock in her pussy?" 

Susanna answered for him. "Not yet, but it's getting a little firm. There's hope for him yet." 

David, feeling a little vindictive, reached in and fingered Susanna's gash. She jumped. "There's also hope for her. She's wet."  

Susanna glared at him and said, "I'm always wet. Don't pat yourself on the back just yet."  

"Now calm down you two. Julia, I'm going to shoot from here, and you shoot from the foot of the bed."

"David, Susanna knows the routine but when I say 'action,' I want you to kiss passionately for about five seconds. Then both of you will look into my camera, smile and tell everyone your first names, your ages, and that you're students at a large East Coast university. David, tell the camera you're here to demonstrate effective sexual techniques and that you're both participating of your own free will and without any compensation. Susanna will also say that. If you don't want to give your actual first names, just make one up. Remember, I'll be blurring you faces for the class project." 

Layla asked, "Ready?" Everyone nodded. "Action." 

The first take was terrible. David forgot to say his first name, and he named Delaware as the university. The second take was fine right up to the end when he got a terrible leg cramp and cried out in pain. After several minutes of aggressive muscle massaging from all three girls, he was ready to try again. The third take was much better and Layla seemed satisfied. 

Layla asked for them to stand up and take a break while she checked the video on the computer. After a few minutes, she was satisfied that she had enough to make that scene work. 

"Susanna and David, now it's time for you two to get to work. This next scene is for you to make up as you go. It's got to be sensual, loving and hot. Kissing, caressing, and moaning are fine. We'll move to pussy licking after this one." 

Susanna said, "You got it. David, come here lover boy."

Layla said, "Action." 

David moved to her and they embraced. Susanna's finger touched his lips and lightly traced them while gazing deeply into his eyes. David's hands moved from her waist to her hips and then to her ass. Her soft, yet firm cheeks impressed him. Julia's camera lens was about six inches away and recording everything. Layla captured the kiss and the passionate facial movements.  

They kissed again, totally giving themselves to each other. At least it looked that way on camera. Her erect nipples brushed lightly across his chest. The kisses were long and deep as the camcorders ran. Susanna was surprised by how good a kisser he was, but she dared not admit it. 

David was totally enamored by her lush lips and the tongue action. She was his dream girl, without any doubt. 

Susanna stroked her long fingers through his hair before pulling back to unbutton his shirt. She helped David remove it before leaning in to kiss and suck his nipples. He gasped. 

Layla said, "Cut. Let's do that again. I need a better angle on Susanna kissing his nips." 

"I got a good shot of his hands on her ass," Julia said. "When we re-shoot for the nip kissing, can David pull Susanna's crack open and rub her asshole? I think that'll add some heat." 

Susanna responded, "It sure would. Can I also finger his ass?" 

"Good idea. Julia, can you video that also? Susanna put a little K-Y on your finger to make it easier. Also give some to David."  

David had the distinct impression that he was just a prop in this drama. At least his cock was coming alive again.

"Are we ready?" asked Layla. Both actors nodded.  

"Action!"  

Susanna and David embraced and kissed, first with soft tender lips and then with deep tongue exploration. David was getting into it and almost forgot to finger her butt. It only came to mind when he felt her finger enter him. This scene continued for two minutes and ten seconds, according to Layla's camcorder when she called, "Cut." 

"That was great. Julia, did you get what you wanted?" 

"I think so. It was hot, and I could have easily come had I a free hand."  

Susanna suggested to Julia, "When you shoot the next scene and feel the need, just tap David on the shoulder. David, when you feel that tap, use your fingers on Julia's clit to get her off. You're going to be licking my pussy and should have a free hand. Okay?" 

David stared at Susanna. He now felt that he'd entered the twilight zone. None of this could be real, could it? He eventually responded, "I guess." Susanna and Julia smiled. Both were starting to feel guilty for doing that to David but it was so much fun. 

Layla described the next scene. "Susanna, lay on your back with pillows under your head, shoulders and ass. Get that ass propped up and comfortable so David can give you great service. David, we need some really hot action from you. Get that tongue working hard and deep. Susanna will help you with directions as you work. Now think of the camera angles and hold her legs so we can get sharp close-up shots. And for God's sake, keep the hair out of your face so the camera can see you licking her clit." 

Julia commented, "David has a nice thick tool, but it's not seven inches. Susanna, are you willing to go ahead with only a six-incher or do we need to throw this one back?"

"At this point, let's drive ahead and see what he can do with it. As you know, I like long ones but he may surprise me, right David?" 

He nervously stammered, "I hope I can meet your needs, Susanna."  

The three girls looked at each other and thought, "What a dork." 

"Are we ready?" asked Layla. Everyone said yes. 

David snuggled between her spread legs and, for the first time, got a good look at her incredible anatomy. It was totally bare with not even the slightest evidence of stubble. He felt uncontrollable twitches in his cock as it grew and pressed into the bedcovers beneath him. 

"Action," said Layla. 

David began with small kisses and delicate licks to the insides of Susanna's thighs. Her parted legs spread wider as he moved closer to her lovely crotch. The scent she emitted sent waves of pure lust through his nose and down to his loins. After several minutes of kissing and licking around the target, he went for it. 

Susanna moaned loudly and uttered a few indelicate Southern expressions as he lapped inside her vagina and across her clit. The cameras were focused in close and both Layla and Julia were breathing hard, along with Susanna. 

After several minutes of non-stop slurping, clit sucking and licking, David felt a demanding tap on his right shoulder. Without looking up, he extended his hand and found the moist crotch of the camera girl nearby. He rubbed her erect clit with his thumb and inserted two fingers into her soaked vagina to simulate fucking. Her moans were loud and her breathing very rapid. 

After another minute of loud moaning and groaning with the occasional gasp, he felt another tap on his left shoulder. He dutifully extended his left hand and slowly searched for the hot slick pussy of the other camera girl. She was turned sideways to him, thus he had to go into her tunnel from the rear. His hand stopped long enough to finger her butthole and elicit several loud South Philly Italian curses before reaching the goal. Her vagina was soaked, and her clit felt like a marble.  

David's senses were now overwhelmed, and he felt that tingling sensation start in his legs and work its way through his body, finally exploding in his balls. It numbed his senses. He groaned and groaned, as his hard erection shot massive spurts of sticky semen all over the bedcovers beneath him. The three girls began cascading screams of ecstasy, over and over as their fiery orgasms raged. After another few moments, there was quiet, except for the rapid breathing of four exhausted souls. 

"Cut," whispered Layla with what little energy she had. The cameras stopped, David rose to his knees and Susanna stared into the ceiling, looking for some far away object. 

Julia asked, "Do we need a break?" All muttered "yes" and everyone struggled to stand and walk.  

"Susanna, we need to change the sheets. Lover boy spunked them good," Layla said.

"Damn it, David, you're supposed to save all that cream for me. Who taught you how to fuck? You're always supposed to let the lady come two or three times before you do. How long will it take for you to get it up and going again?"  

He was very embarrassed. "I don't know. Maybe fifteen minutes. I'm sorry."  

Layla said, "Susanna calm down and let's get a beer and give the boy some recovery time. Julia, do you have any ideas on how to help him?" 

"The only thing I can do, I think, is to suck him off for a few minutes. If he'll concentrate I might be able to get another quick rise out of him." 

"Alright, you work on him. Susanna and I will bring you a beer. No more beer for David, however, until we finish the shoot. He has work to do." 

Julia said to him, "Come up where the sheet is dry and lay on your back.

"That's good. Now put a pillow under your ass and two under your head." 

Julia mounted his chest in reverse cowgirl and slid her pussy to his chin until they were in a 69 position. "Now go to work on my pussy while I see if I can wake junior."

He parted her lips and gazed at Julia's gaping pink vagina and puckered brown anus before lightly running his tongue around her clit hood and across her opening. Julia sucked in the limp four-inch stub and ran her tongue up and down the salty surface. Her hand rolled his balls, lightly massaging the scrotum. Her senses were alive from the work David was doing within her vagina. It felt as if he were licking her cervix. Never had she felt a tongue go that deep. 

Layla and Susanna returned and quietly watched the efforts underway for a moment prior to turning on the cameras. Julia reached for the beer and downed as much as she could before returning to work. That five-inch semi-hard dick was slowly coming back and getting much thicker. 

David put his nose into her vaginal opening and felt it clinch around his nostrils when he licked her clit. His mind was fully engaged and focused for the first time that day. Susanna's pussy was wonderful, but Julia's was heaven. The sweet fragrance was unlike any other. The heat was building within him once again. When the tingling in his legs began, he knew it was too late to stop.  

Julia was totally focused on her coming orgasm and didn't notice the subtle twitches within the six-inch penis now hard in her throat. All she could feel was his tongue and the involuntary clenching and releasing of her vaginal and sphincter muscles. Her nerve endings started to sizzle across her groin and stomach. 

The cameras were focused and saw it all. David moaned and grunted repeatedly as his cock erupted inside Julia's throat. Julia thrashed and slammed her hands into the bed as her pussy erupted and shot into David's mouth, temporarily choking him. She had never squirted before and this shocked everyone. 

Layla and Susanna cheered as soon as the cameras stopped. Susanna and Julia realized at the same time that the bet was decided. David would never recover after that one.  

Susanna couldn't resist the temptation to ask, "David, did you shoot another load without me?" 

"I, uh, uh, did I think. I'm sorry. I couldn't help it." He was very embarrassed but totally sated and in the best afterglow of his life. 

With tongue in cheek, she said, "Julia, I thought I could trust you to get him ready for me. Instead, you took him for yourself. What am I going to do with you?" Layla had to walk away to keep from laughing out loud.  

The plan worked perfectly, except Julia's part. Julia just knew she could stop his ejaculation by squeezing the base of his cock. She had done it with many cowboys on her dad's ranch and boys at Delaware. She didn't plan on the best pussy licking she'd ever had coming from such an unlikely source. He wasn't even that cute. 

Susanna exclaimed, "The movie is over and I'm really pissed! You owe me, David. What are the Theta Chi guys going to think when they hear you couldn't even keep it hard enough to fuck me? Instead, you spunked the bed and my sister's throat. Damn it." 

"Do they have to know?"

Layla pretended to sympathize. "I'm sorry, David. I think I can make a very hot DVD out of this for my class project. But it may not do for your use. If they don't have the video, they won't know you couldn't perform." 

Julia interrupted and asked, "Don't we have some previous footage of Susanna getting pounded by that young quarterback. He was about the same size as David. We could use the part that was shot between his legs when they were in missionary. That showed only Susanna's face, butt and his seven-incher pounding her pussy."

Layla replied, "Of course we can. They look the same from that angle and no one would ever know." 

Susanna asked, "Is that the one with the creampie?" 

Layla said, "Yes, you want to see it David?" 

"If you don't mind." 

Thankfully, the girls had planned for this and had extracted and dubbed a section from an HD video starring Blu Sky downloaded from a porn site the previous night. They took David, who was still naked, to the laptop and loaded the file. Up popped the scene. 

He could clearly see Susanna and hear her voice and moans as the cock thrust in and withdrew. There was a great close-up of her opening and closing with excitement. He had to have this in his video. The brothers would die from envy.

It didn't hurt that the whole time they were watching the video, Julia snuggled her bare breasts against David's back and reached around to fondle his limp cock and balls.

When the video ended, Julia turned him and they kissed with lots of tongue action. But it was no use. David was shot, totally wiped. Nothing else was going to happen, that day anyway. Julia hated to lose a bet with anyone.  

"Let's get our clothes on and wrap this up." Layla suggested. 

"Can I come back and try again?" asked David. 

Layla smiled and replied, "That's up to Susanna. She's the one who invited you." 

He glanced at Susanna who stared stone-faced at him. "You owe me for not performing today." She was able to bring a tear to her eye. "And I really needed you in me. Your tongue was great but I needed your cock." He thought she was going to cry. 

He thought quickly. "I'll make it up to you, Susanna." 

She pouted for a moment before saying, "We'll see. You might be able to come back some time with one or two of your brothers. I'll think about it." 

Layla said, "Give me a week and then call me. I'll do my best to make a great bragging rights video for you." 

As soon as he left, the girls cheered, "Who's the best, who's the best? We are, we are. Delta Gamma, Delta Gamma. YEAH! They high-fived and hugged.  

"Julia, you were great! Forget about the bet. We both won," said Susanna. 

"In a way, I'm sorry we did that to him," said Layla. "He was a nice guy." 

Julia said, "But look at it this way. He was allowed to spend an hour with three cute naked girls, got to lick two pussies and come twice." 

"You're right," said Susanna, "but we messed with his mind." 

Layla added, "Most guys don't use those anyway." They all giggled. 

Susanna asked, "Did you feel how long his tongue was? I'm sure he was licking my G-spot. I could easily imagine him being that guy Gene Simmons of KISS." 

Julia replied, "I know. I'm not sure what he was licking inside me, but it blew my head off. That boy can sure lick pussy."

David realized it was too soon to go back to the frat house. The brothers knew he was going to meet a girl and would expect him to be gone much longer than an hour.  Instead, he decided to head to Christiana Mall and see what he could find for Susanna's gift. 

He parked near the Apple Store and decided to start there. After browsing for a while, he decided that she would probably like a new iPad. The one he saw in their house was several years old. Without a second thought, he paid $600 for a 32-gb chrome iPad Air.  




Three Sisters of Delta Gamma Ch. 01



His plan was to wrap it and give it to her when Layla had the video ready to review. He would also send flowers to the girls. David wanted to be invited back sometime.     

****

Layla and Julia had dates Saturday night, and Susanna decided to spend the evening studying for an exam scheduled for Wednesday. She was following in the footsteps of her dad by majoring in international finance and banking. She was also following her mom's footsteps by dating and screwing as many handsome guys as she could before settling down. Her parents were very wealthy but had no idea the two months she spent "with friends" in Los Angeles every summer was really for work. She liked the adult video business and was in very high demand as a major new star in that wicked world. 

Cliff arrived at the appointed time. Julia met him at the door, and they kissed as good friends might do. Julia wore a medium brown A-line dress, hosiery and a very colorful silk scarf. Her gold necklace matched her bracelets and earrings. Cliff thought she looked amazing and could easily be a fashion model. 

He opened the car door and smiled as the dress rose and revealed her garters and stockings. He had always been fascinated by sexy garters. On the way, they talked about the Greek life on campus, the coming midterms, favorite professors, and their must-go places along Main Street to eat and drink. Cliff was really impressed by her knowledge of current events and key people involved in them. The more they talked, the more he enjoyed being with her and the more he realized just how special she was.    

Krazy Kats was a lovely eclectic restaurant serving game dishes as well as traditional favorites. Julia decided on antelope loin, and Cliff had the crab cake dinner. 

"We have hundreds of antelope on our ranch in Wyoming. Dad and I have often gone hunting and I occasionally get one. The meat has a very mild taste, when properly prepared, and the loin is tender and good for you."

"You must enjoy the outdoors." 

"I do, Cliff. I'm happiest when I'm on Rudy, my American Quarter Horse, riding the land with the wind blowing in my face. The quiet just overwhelms a person from the city. However, to me, it's heaven. Our ranch is alive with energy of wild animals, and I have so much fun finding and observing them." 

"Sounds like a love affair." 

"It is. I'll head back there as soon as I finish in May."

"You said you were in the Arts Department. What are you studying?" Cliff asked.  

"I'm an artist and painter of wildlife and nature. I'm taking every course that'll help me develop those skills and market my work. But my parents want me to come home after this and gradually take over the ranch. Dad is in his late fifties and is finally starting to plan ahead for the next generation. However, I want to create images that stir emotions." 

"You can't do both?"

"I could if I have a husband that's good at managing. I've not come across any good prospects yet."  

"That's similar to my situation. Ever since I remember, my dad and mom have wanted me to be a medical doctor. My uncle was one, and they saw what a great life he could afford. They wanted that for my sister and me. However, I've always loved accounting and math and would rather become a CPA. My sister Janet wants to own and operate a hair salon. She's into makeup and hair styling, and she enjoys working with ladies to create new styles they like." 

"I've always believed that a person must follow his heart and do what makes him or her happy," Julia said. "What do you like to do when not studying?" 

"Like I mentioned, the fraternity keeps me busy. The financial side of that feeds my interest in accounting. I enjoy sports and playing golf when I can. I also enjoy hanging out with the guys and drinking beer." 

"Do you have a steady girl?" 

He hesitated before telling the truth. "Yes, I do. We're engaged to be married but haven't yet set a date. Her name is Stephanie. How did you know?"

"I didn't know for sure. But you started off the night focusing full attention on me and over the last 30 minutes, you've become more distant. That indicated you're feeling guilty about something."

He lowered his head and mumbled, "How do you women do that?"

"Do what?" 

"Know us better than we know ourselves."

Julia grinned. "She must be out of town this weekend." 

"Yes, she is."

Julia grinned but was torn inside. 

Their food arrived, and it was delicious. They continued talking about their interests and friends as they ate. They avoided the mention of Stephanie, of course, but Julia was still hopeful for at least one night with this interesting man.

After sharing a chocolate fondue dessert, Julia asked, "Do you want to spend the night here with me?"

Cliff swallowed hard. "Yes I do. However, I don't think I can." 

"Casual sex is no longer right for you?"

"I don't think sex with you could ever be casual. I wouldn't be strong enough to leave."  

"She's a lucky lady," Julia responded with a forced grin.

He smiled and reached for her hand and said, "I could easily fall in love with you." She smiled and fought back a tear. 

Julia's cellphone buzzed. She reached for it and read the text message.

"I've got to get home right away. Layla's been hurt."

He quickly paid and they ran out of the restaurant and drove to her Newark home as fast as possible. When they arrived, she hurriedly thanked him, said goodnight and kissed him before running toward the front door. He yelled, "Do you need my help?" 

"I'll call you," she yelled back. 

Layla was lying on the sofa. She had an ice pack on her nose and her lip was bleeding. There was another cut on her cheek and both eyes were beginning to swell. Susanna was washing blood from her face, and both girls were crying. 

"What the hell happened?"

"Layla was beaten by that asshole football player."  

"Oh Jesus. Why?" 

Layla mumbled, "He wanted to fuck my ass. I refused, and he tried to do it anyway. When I tried to fight him off, he slugged me several times and must have knocked me unconscious. When I woke, he was raping me and one of his buddies was there with his cock in my butt. It hurt like hell, and I screamed as loud as I could before they both hit me again." 

"God damn those assholes. How did you get back here?"

"They brought me and dumped me on the driveway. They threatened to kill me if I told anyone." 

"Did you recognize the second man?" 

"Yeah, he's that all-star running back they recruited this year. His name is Ashton." 

Susanna asked, "Layla, can we call the police?" 

"No." 

"Girl, they beat you almost to death and raped you. They could have killed you. We've got to make them pay for that." 

Layla slowly sat up and pulled the two friends to her. They hugged and cried together. Layla whispered, "They will, don't worry. About three years ago, my cousin was raped by two guys at a frat party here on campus. She reported it and the physical evidence proved who the two guys were. They said it was consensual, and she said it wasn't. The police did a symbolic investigation and didn't file charges. Their parents were well known in the area and major contributors to the University.

If I file charges, there would be two star football players saying it was consensual and me, a nobody, saying it wasn't. What do you think will happen?"

"But Layla, they beat the crap out of you. The police will have to believe you." 

"No, they wouldn't. They'll say I fell because I was drinking after we had sex. The police will find a way to not charge them. They play football and are stars, don't you understand. Football is king here. The police on this campus are worthless pieces of shit and the Newark police are just as bad."   

"I'm afraid you're right. You'll never get justice and your reputation will be ruined."   

The sisters helped Layla to the bathroom and gently washed her bruised body from top to bottom. They kept the torn and bloody dress and panties, just in case some evidence was needed in the future.

After her shower, Julia suggested she soak in the Jacuzzi. All three soaked together. Her sisters were not going to leave her alone.  

"Susanna, can you call my brother Paulo and ask him to come down? I need him." 

Susanna dried and went downstairs to make the call. 

"Hello." 

"Paulo, this is Susanna, Layla's roommate." 

"Oh. Hi Susanna. Is there something wrong?"

"I'm afraid so. Layla has been hurt and needs you to come down. She's mostly cut and bruised but she refused to go to the hospital." 

"I'll come right now."

She returned to Layla and said he was on the way. It was an hour's drive from his home in Philly. 

While they waited, Julia refreshed the ice pack and continued first aid for the cuts. She also called Cliff to say that Layla was going to be fine. He was very relieved.

Susanna helped Layla dress and get in bed. Her bruised body was very sore.  

When she heard a knock, Susanna rushed to answer the door. Layla's brothers Antonio and Paulo came in and hugged her. They had met only a couple of times. Susanna rushed them upstairs to Layla's room. The two brothers sat on the edge of her bed and hugged her. As Layla recounted what happened, the men vacillated between extreme anger and intense sadness.  

Paulo turned to Susanna and Julia and asked if they could speak with Layla alone. 

The girls went down to the kitchen and pulled beers from the fridge. They sat at the table and stared at the wall while they waited. Their deep sadness compounded by anger couldn't be described... no words were sufficient.  

After fifteen minutes, the two brothers came down. Julia handed them beers, and they sat at the table. Paulo said, "Thank you for taking care of her. She loves you two like family." He paused, and there was silence for several moments before he continued. "The family is very important, and we take care of each other. We also resolve our own problems and settle our accounts."  

Antonio said, "Girls, let me tell you what happened, so you know all the facts. You came home and found that Layla had tripped and fallen down the stairs. She refused to go to the hospital, and you helped clean up her cuts and ice the bruises. That's all that happened. Paulo and I were never here, and you only called to let us know she fell but was going to be okay. Do you understand?"  

Both said, "Yes." 

"You're part of our family and we take that very seriously," Paulo said. "Antonio, Leonardo and I will protect you if at all possible and we will settle up with people who wrong you."  

They stood and hugged the brothers. For the first time in Julia and Susanna's lives, they were truly afraid.

After the brothers left, Susanna and Julia returned to Layla's side. She was sitting up in bed with an ice pack still against her nose. Her lip had stopped bleeding, and it seemed that no stitches would be needed. They sat on the bed with her and cried again. 

****

Sometime in the night, Susanna heard Layla's scream and rushed to her. She was having a very bad dream and crying hysterically. Susanna hugged her and then made room for Julia to join them. They tried to calm her. After a few moments, Julia left to get water and pain medication.

Layla looked at Susanna, took her hand and asked, "Could you sleep with me the rest of the night. I am so scared to be alone."

"Of course. We're here for you no matter what."  

****

Two weeks later, the Wilmington News Journal reported that two Delaware football players were missing. They were last seen at a local restaurant around 8:00pm two nights earlier. Despite a very long, intense investigation lasting weeks, the linebacker, and star running back were never seen again. No one had a clue what might have happened, according to the police. That now made a total of four missing students in the last three years, all men.

Susanna and Julia wondered what happened to them but dared not discuss it, even among themselves.

****

To the four men from South Philly, it was just another night of serving justice. The screams of the two young ball players were a little louder than most, but Paulo's men were accustomed to loud noises. They dropped the boy's clothes in a Goodwill donation box on the way home.

****

Layla recovered sufficiently to return to class on Thursday, five days after the assault. The classmates were shocked at her injuries. Her mental recovery was much slower. Julia and Susanna took turns sharing her bed for many days and suffered through her nightly fears. 

****

Three weeks following her attack, Layla woke early and went to the kitchen to make coffee. Her sisters had been doing this since the rape.  

When she heard the showers come on, she pulled out the bacon and eggs and set up the toaster. She had missed doing this for her best friends. 

Julia was the first to come down. "Oh my god, Layla. Are you okay? You want my help?"

"I'm okay. You've been taking great care of me, now it's my turn." She smiled. 

"Are you sure?" 

"Julia, life goes on. I realized early this morning that what happened to me happened to other girls before me. My cousin didn't give up and I'm not going to either. My life is too important. I'm not going to let that scum take it away." 

"Damn right it's important." Julia reached out and hugged her just as Susanna entered. 

"Wow, there's someone who looks like the old Layla." 

"Smart ass."

Susanna walked to the coffee maker and poured a cup. "You're back, I hope?" 

"I'm back." 

"Good. I've missed you." Susanna walked into their embrace. "Can the sisters of Delta Gamma party this weekend?"  

Layla responded, "Nothing too wild but let's go drinking." 

Julia asked, "What about boys?" 

"Not yet, for me anyway."

"That reminds me, David may be expecting his video soon," Susanna said. 

"I know. I told him it would take a lot longer. I've been working on it and it should be ready today."  

"Has he called?" 

"Not yet. He knows I've been recovering. I'll call him."

"Since I'm starring in it, can I see it?" Julia asked. 

Layla laughed, "Of course you can. However, your face is blurred. Your ass is kind of nice though, and I didn't blur it." They both laughed. 

"I'm sure David will appreciate that. How much are you charging him?" 

"I'm thinking $400. It'll be worth more than that to him." 

"Yeah, those bragging rights don't come cheap. Did you ever think about videos like this as a business opportunity?"  

"Making personal sex videos?" 

"Yes. Think of all the potential customers on campus. The frat boys could each have their own portfolio to impress the girls." Laughter filled the kitchen. 

Susanna added, "There're lots of people who want videos made of their children, their parties, and celebrations. I was talking to a girl this week, and she told me her parents had made a video message for her birthday. It touched her, and she'll have it the rest of her life." 

"There's a lot to be said for that. I wish I had a video of my grandfather. He died a few years ago, and I miss him. Photos and letters are fine, but the video would bring him alive again," Julia said. "Maybe we could talk my grandmother into being recorded." 

Layla said, "I'd love to have one of my parents and family. Maybe we can spend some weekends doing those." 

"All the digital cameras do video but the quality and sound isn't very good. That Canon of yours makes a video as good as an HD movie." 

"I know. Let's think and talk about this some more. I'm intrigued." 

****

The sisters were in various classes most of the day. In the late afternoon, Julia's cell rang.

"Hello." 

"Hey Julia, this is David."

"Hey yourself, lover boy."

"Hope you don't mind, but I got your number from Cliff. I don't have Layla's cell number. Can I get it from you?" 

"Sure." She gave him the number. 

"How's she doing?" 

"Much better. As you know, she was banged up and it took a good while for the bruises to clear. Her face and lip look good."  

"Do you know if the video is ready?" 

"She said it was close but you better check with her." 

"I will. Thanks. Did you and Cliff have a nice dinner at Krazy Kats?" 

That question surprised Julia, and she paused for a moment. 

"It was lovely. We had a great time getting to know each other. He told me he was engaged, and I'm happy for him."

"Oh, he told you?" 

"Yes, he did. I was impressed with his honesty." 

"Julia, it's not my place to say this, but he's not been the same these past few weeks. I asked him about that, and he indicated that you had been on his mind." 

"That's interesting. He's called a few times and we've had friendly conversations. Are you implying that I shouldn't give up on him?" 

"This is none of my business, and I didn't say this, but I wouldn't give up if I were you. There's something going on with him."  

"Okay, I won't. Thanks David."

Julia's day now seemed a little brighter. 

****

"Let's go to the 16 Mile Taphouse tonight," Susanna said as the girls arrived home. 

Layla quickly responded, "Excellent choice. I love their craft brews. Would you mind if David joined us?" 

Susanna replied, "Love to have him. Do you have his DVD ready?"

"Yeah, as ready as it can be. I think he'll like it. Maybe we can bring him back here to watch it." 

"That'd be fun. Julia, do you have any plans tonight?" asked Layla. 

"Just to get drunk with you two. However, I'd like to fuck a big juicy dick if we can find one.  

"You know it," giggled Susanna. "Let's find one and drag it home." 

"Maybe David will volunteer again," said Layla. 

"Yeah, maybe. He's only got a six-incher at best but it was really thick. I had trouble getting my mouth around it. I know he'd love to get another shot at Susanna," Julia said.  

"I don't mind a six-inch dick as long as it hits all the right spots. I'd really like his tongue in me again. He was very good and my clit went crazy."

"Yeah, but you played with his mind and he might not want to deal with that again," said Layla. 

"I did feel a little guilty about that. I'll be very nice if he comes again." 

"I'll tell him to meet us at the Taphouse." Layla replied. 

End of Chapter 1. Please leave comments and vote. Chapter 2 should be posted tomorrow or the next day. 



Three Sisters of Delta Gamma Ch. 02



I was remiss in not mentioning at the beginning of Chapter 1 that I had a plethora of great help from readers who volunteered to edit my stories. This story was edited by six wonderful folks living in the USA, England and Australia. I only know their emails and not their Literotica member names; but they know who they are and I appreciate them. However, I was changing and, hopefully, upgrading the story after their editing so there may be a typo or small error still in this 95,000 word story. I hope you enjoy it.  









Three Sisters of Delta Gamma Ch. 02



Although not nearly as handsome as most of her partners, David intrigued her. Susanna needed to touch this man and feel his touch. Her skin always felt warmer and her spirit more alive when she could caress and smell the scents of a man's body. David smelled genuine.  

He whispered, "I've dreamed about you."

"Oh?"

"You're even more beautiful than I remembered."

"Why, thank you," Susanna said in her best Southern belle accent.

They kissed and their tongues dueled. Each thrust of his tongue touched the back of her throat. Susanna pulled back and smiled.

"Stick out your tongue." 

"Why?" 

"I want to see how long it is."

David did his imitation of KISS on stage. Susanna was thrilled.

"That's the longest tongue I've ever seen except for Gene Simmons. Now I know why it felt so good in me last week."

"It's a genetic abnormality in my family. Gene's my uncle."

"You're bull shitting me!" she screamed. Proper Southern belles would not have approved of that phraseology but it was the only thing that came to her mind.

"No, he's really my uncle, my mother's oldest brother. I'll introduce you to him."

David stuck his tongue out again and wiggled the tip of it, just like Gene always did on stage.

"I'm almost speechless."

"You really could feel it in your vagina?"

"Oh Lord, yes. You thrilled both Julia and me. Your penis may not be so long but your tongue makes up for that."

"And my tongue will never suffer from erectile dysfunction."

Susanna laughed so hard that David reached to steady her. That led to another round of very passionate kissing. Susanna began working his cock. It had been getting hard but, with her soft hand's help, it grew rapidly. She was well practiced in getting cocks ready for action.  

"You owe me an earth shaking orgasm, young man." 

"I know. Tonight, I'll not be sidelined. You tricked me last time, Susanna, but not tonight. I'm going to fuck your pussy first and then I'll eat your pussy and ass until you're like quivering Jell-O and begging me to stop."

"How many condoms did you bring?" 

"Six and I plan to use them all." They both grinned. 

"If you're going to eat my ass, I want to take a shower. Let's wash each other." 

They embraced and kissed again. Susanna struggled for air when they broke. "Damn, that tongue is amazing. It's as long as many guys' dicks." 

They kissed again and David gently touched her bare stomach and navel under the t-shirt.

"May I touch your breasts?" 

"Of course. Let's go to the shower and you can wash them and play with them all you want. I really like it when guys suck my hard nipples. Will you do that for me?" 

"Uh, uh sure." His penis jumped at that thought.

Susanna walked to the closet for another set of towels before turning the water on to warm. David stood behind her in front of the mirror. He reached under her shirt and cuddled her full breasts. They were impressive, probably a C or D, he thought. Unlike many breasts he'd caressed, hers had no sag but were still very soft. He kneaded them and saw in the mirror that her eyes were closed as his hands worked.  

Susanna thought, "If a woman could purr, I'd being doing it. His hands are wonderfully soft and warm, and he's being very gentle. Oh God that feels so good." She leaned her head back onto his shoulder and reached into her shorts to rub the engorged clit.  

David felt her twitches and heard every urgent breath. The mirror reflected her reaction to his touches. When she reached into the front of her shorts, his breath became shallow and pained. He was hard as a rock. 

He reached around and undid the belt and button holding her shorts. His hand slid into her panties under her hand. She gasped when his fingers slid over her clit to dip into her soaked gash. Susanna spread her legs. The lovers were in paradise while he simultaneously massaged her breast, nipple, clit and vagina. She trembled, arched her back and moaned as an intense orgasm rushed through her mid-section making her lightheaded. 

David whispered, "Let's take a shower now. I'm not going to last too long doing this." 

She turned and stared with dazed eyes into his. "I didn't last. That was a sweet one." They kissed gently as she ran her fingers through his hair. They undressed and stepped into the shower. 

****

Cliff held Julia in his lap as they talked. His hand rested on her bare thigh and her arm was around his neck. 

"Tell me about your parents," Julia said. 

"My dad is Kevin and he's 52. Mom is Lydia, and she's also 52. They live down state near Bethany Beach. He and a few of his buddies build houses. Mom works in a swim wear shop, which is seasonal work, and she's a great cook and mother to me and my baby sister Janet."

As they talked, the sounds from Layla's bedroom next door indicated two very happy people were hard at work pleasing each other. Between the muffled conversations, they could hear the unmistakable sounds of a bed creaking, of thighs and balls slapping an ass and grunts from Layla as each stroke bottomed out. Cliff and Julia grinned before he continued.

"My parents worked very hard to pay for our education. Janet and I both worked summer jobs to help. We had a happy childhood for which I am very thankful." 

"Are they going to be surprised by you and Stephanie breaking up?" 

"Probably. However, my parents were not as enamored with her as I was. I could tell there was some concern, especially by mom. When we were down there to visit, I didn't see the connection that I saw with other girls I dated."  

"I hope they'll like me."

"They'll love you." 

"Why." 

"You're real. You're comfortable being you and don't try to fake it. You have self-confidence that most girls your age lack. You're very pretty and you've got style, as a gracious lady has." 

"Should I keep the outrageous part of me hidden?"

"That might be for the best, at least until they get to know you."

They hugged and kissed for several moments.

"I know we're not going to have sex but can you stay here with me tonight. I want to talk and learn everything about you. I don't want you to go home." 

"Are we going to sleep in the same bed?"

"I want to but will leave that up to you. I want to feel your warmth and body close to mine, even though there'll be no intimacy. Maybe I can at least nestle into your arms."

"Can we really do only that?" Cliff asked.

"Yes we can. I promise."



****

Eric and Layla were on fire. Although they each orgasmed twice, she wanted more, and he was willing to try. During one of their bathroom breaks in the middle of the night, Layla looked up the Kama Sutra positions on her laptop. She did this often with lovers, and it always added energy to their session. They decided to do "The Grip." 

While lying on her back, she raised her bottom up about 12 inches off the bed and put a pillow under her lower back. Eric knelt between her legs and held her hips as she locked her feet around his mid-section. This created the angle that allowed his erection to have direct contact with her G-spot as he entered. After only a few minutes of action, she exploded again. Eric also had a mild tingling orgasm, but there was no semen left to ejaculate. They were sated... totally sexed out. 

"Can we take a shower and just cuddle in bed," Eric asked. "I'm exhausted." 

"Let's do it. I've never been so tired but so happy. We can sleep late, I hope."

"I plan to."



****

Susanna and David emerged from the hot shower and dried each other with soft towels. David found it impossible to avert his eyes or his hands. His heart raced. Her body was a temple, and he was there to worship. 

She found it impossible to ignore his firm arm and chest muscles, the flat abs and that thick erection. True, his penis was not that long but the girth was amazing. To add to that, his tongue was what ladies like her dream about. Like most women, Susanna was into cunnilingus and had some of her best orgasms from a firm tongue exploring her sensitive wet tunnel and hot clit. Her inner tigress was growling and would need meat soon.

David surprised her by firmly grabbing her waist and turning Susanna to face him. She playfully fought back as if pretending to be in the grasp of a villain. He held her tightly and leaned in to kiss her lush lips. She quickly moved her head to avoid the kiss that she really wanted while continuing to squirm and giggle. She had learned from her mother that this playful act always excited men and gave them the thrill of victory once she was "forced" to submit. Proper Southern belles always learned the ways of love from their mammas.

He knew she was playing with him, and he loved it. David was excited to feel her breasts and nipples rubbing across his chest as she squirmed. This was like throwing gasoline on his fire. After playing like this for a few moments, he picked her up like a heavy bag and flopped her across his shoulder. Susanna squealed louder and pounded his back with her fists, but not too hard. They were playing, after all. He slapped her bare bottom a couple of times, but not too hard, as he carried her to the bed. 

David dumped her onto the mattress and watched her bounce a couple of times. She rapidly kicked at him and squealed when David grabbed her feet and splayed them wide while pushing her knees to her shoulders. Susanna's flower opened, and its pink bloom emitted a wonderful musky fragrance. Their eyes met, and their lust took over.  

David dropped to his knees and kissed her toes, spending a moment focused on each one. Susanna was stunned. No one had kissed her toes and feet before. Why could she feel it in her crotch? 

David began kissing the back of her legs from her knees down to her ass. He was slow and methodical causing chill bumps to form on her thighs. As he kissed near her anus and vulva, Susanna moaned and uttered mild profanities. Her senses were focused on each kiss and lick from that magnificent tongue. 

He asked, "Should I go on?"

"If you stop, I'll strangle you." She warned. 

He moved his mouth and nose into her vulva and slowly licked her outer labia and inside the thin folds of skin forming her inner labia. Susanna gushed viscous fluid that oozed out and found a slow path down to her anus. David's tongue eagerly lapped at it as if licking a melting ice cream cone.  

When he focused on her clitoris and its protective hood, Susanna squirmed and felt the power of orgasmic energy build. 

"Take me, David. Please, take me now." He reached for the condom and quickly prepared. 

He stood beside the bed and placed her feet and calves over his shoulders. As David leaned forward, her loins opened to receive him. He fought the urge to rush as he placed the tip of his erection against her clit and rubbed it aggressively. Susanna moaned and moaned. He glanced at her eyes and saw they were focused far beyond him. She was dazed from the intense sensations. 

David slowly entered but stopped several times to let her muscles adjust to his girth. Susanna could feel every vein and every bump on this new intruder. She was totally filled, although she'd accommodated longer ones. The warmth of his penis thrilled her as he rested, fully embedded. When he began slowly withdrawing, she felt for a moment that she would faint from the sensations. She had never been stretched like this. For the first time, Susanna knew how good sex should feel. This was the best, the peak, the pinnacle of pleasure. None of those on-set experiences were like this. This was real sex, the way it should be. 

Neither could remember exactly what happened next. The slow thrusting changed to a wild flurry of jackhammer-like pounding. Susanna screamed, grunted, and groaned as each thrust landed and quickly withdrew. They were like two wild animals going after each other, out of their minds. They both glistened with perspiration and struggled to breathe as the furious pounding continued. Her chest and neck were dark pink. Then it came like a flood, their orgasms overwhelmed them, swept over them and drowned them with tingling energy. After 30 seconds of pure bliss, they collapsed into the other's arms, exhausted.



****

Julia was first to the kitchen. She turned on National Public Radio and listened to the news as she worked preparing coffee and juice. 

Susanna came down a few minutes later. "How was your night?" she asked. 

"Interesting. Cliff wants to date me the old fashioned way, he said. No sex until we're committed to each other. I guess that means when we're engaged."

"That is interesting. Wonder why?"

"He says we must learn to be best friends first. We talked a long time while sitting on the sofa and then went to bed and talked a long time, just getting to know each other. We slept together but he only touched my hand and face as we kissed. It was weird but romantic in a way. No man has ever done that with me. How was your night?"

"Just the opposite. David and I went after it. It was wild and probably the best sex of my life. You and I already knew about his tongue, but that guy can fuck as good as anybody. The girth of his cock stretched me and it was painful at first. I believe he has the thickest one I've ever had or seen. Once I relaxed and he got going, I was on fire." 

Julia said, "I heard a lot of noise from Layla's room." 

"I did too. She must have had a good time, which is great. I really wanted that for her." 

"Me too. Have you seen her yet?" 

"No. Still sleeping I suppose."  

They heard someone coming and turned to see Cliff walk in. "Good morning, ladies." 

"Good morning sweetheart," Julia responded as she walked to give him a kiss.

"Good morning Cliff," said Susanna. "Coffee's hot."  

"Sounds good. Julia kept me awake nearly all night." 

"Now wait a minute. You agreed to talk. It's not my fault we had a lot to tell each other." 

"You're right, sweetheart. I'm sorry." They grinned and kissed again.

"When I was dressing, I saw a number of what I thought were photos on your bedroom wall. I looked closer and they're paintings. Did you do those?"

"Yeah, they're a few years old but they're all mine." 

"I've never seen such realistic paintings of wildlife and their habitats. This is Robert Bateman quality plus some." 

"Thanks. My goal is to make them appear to be coming out of the painting to visit with you."

"Yeah, or to eat me. That grizzly was scary real. Are you selling them?"

"Not yet. I'm working on another one showing a prairie dog colony and as soon as it's finished, I'll pull some others I have out of storage and do a show as part of our senior art exhibit. I'll price them at that point and see what happens."

"Are they in storage around here?"

"No, they're in Wyoming. I'll have mom ship them."

"Maybe Layla can make a video to help advertise them. They're a lot of very wealthy people around here."

"I know."

They all turned as more footsteps came bounding down the stairs. Layla exclaimed, "Buongiorno!"

"Buongiorno!" everyone responded.

Susanna said, "You sure seem happy."

"I am. We had a good time last night."

Julia responded, "We heard."

"Sorry, were we too loud?"

"Of course not," Susanna replied. "David and I were just as loud."

"I know. Speaking of David, where is that lover boy?" Julia asked.

"I wore him out. He's probably still sleeping."

"While he and Eric are sleeping in, let's go ahead with breakfast," Layla suggested.

Cliff volunteered, "I'll be glad to go out and get breakfast for us."

"No, we have plenty here," said Julia. The three girls walked to the preparation area and pulled out everything they needed.

When breakfast was near ready, Layla went upstairs to wake the two guys. As she approached her room, she could hear Eric talking in a very quiet voice. She stopped to listen.

"Yeah, I know.

"So far, so good.

"No, she doesn't suspect a thing.

"Very well.

"Bye."

Layla was surprised. What was he talking about? It had to be a reference to her. But what was going on? Fear and anger shot through her.

She walked on to Susanna's room to wake David. He was still quietly snoring when she shook him. "What?" he groaned when first awakened.

"Time for breakfast, lover boy." Just then the aroma of the bacon hit his nostrils, and he smiled. 

"That smells great!"

"Susanna said she wore you out last night. Looks like it."

"She did, but I think I did the same to her. It was fun."

"I'll bet. Come on down when you're ready."

Layla returned to her bedroom and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

"Hey Eric, time for breakfast." 

"Okay, let me get dressed and I'll come down."

"Good, let me get a couple of things." Layla walked to the bathroom and picked up her iPhone on the way. She turned on the voice-recording app and returned it to the nightstand as he slipped on his trousers. She walked down and rejoined Cliff and her sisters. Visions of danger ran through her mind. She had to gain control of herself and not show any fear. 

"The boys are on their way," she announced. 

The next hour was filled with laughter, good food, and cute allusions to wild sex the previous night. Layla was quiet. Eric's actions were all normal and he participated in the lively discussion.

Layla gave the DVD to David. He gave her a check and walked outside to put it in his car. He returned with the gift for Susanna. She opened it privately with David in her bedroom. She was thrilled, as he hoped she would be. They kissed for several moments and made plans to go to dinner the following weekend.  

As soon as the guys left, Layla took Eric's water glass and set it aside. "Girls, don't touch that glass. I'll explain in a moment." She ran upstairs to retrieve the phone. After returning, she played the new recording for all to hear.

"Hey honey.

"I had to stay overnight as I thought.  

"Yeah, I'll be home later this morning. 

"Okay. I love you too, Amy."  

"Bye sweetheart." 

Susanna exclaimed, "Why that son of a bitch." 

Layla said, "When I went to get him earlier, I overheard a conversation he had with someone else. He said so far so good and she doesn't suspect anything." 

Julia was angry. "He's after something and trying to fool us. But is his target you or Susanna or me?" 

"Is he a policeman or private detective working on the footballers' disappearance?" Susanne asked.

"Surely those two didn't brag to anyone about the rape," Julia said. 

"I've no idea. But we've got to find out quickly who this guy is and why he's interested in us. I'm going to call my brother." 

Layla drove her car to the local pancake house. There was a pay phone inside that she used when she needed to make sure the call wasn't intercepted. If Eric was a policeman, they may have tapped her phone. The routine was for her to call Paulo and let it ring one time. He would see the number and call it back on a disposable cell phone that the family purchased by the dozens. That way, no one could listen in on calls. 

She whispered into the phone, "Hi. I may have a problem. I had a date last night and the guy stayed over. I overheard some phone conversations he had this morning with someone and I'm afraid I've picked up a private investigator or undercover policeman."

"Noon at Anthony's," is all he said. 

"I'll be there."



****

Layla arrived at the small diner near Claymont, Delaware. Paulo, as usual, met her on time. Anthony, the owner, greeted them. He was a good friend and always had a private room for their use.  

She gave her brother a photo of Eric taken by Susanna the previous evening as well as all the information he told her about being in the Army and being from Bucks County. Layla also gave him the water glass with the fingerprints. With Paulo's contacts, he could find out who Eric really was, she thought. They kissed as a brother and sister do before she returned home. Paulo stayed and had lunch with Anthony. 




Three Sisters of Delta Gamma Ch. 02



****

The girls were tense and emotional for days. Who was that guy and why was he trying to spy on them? On Wednesday, a brief text message arrived. It was from Jimmy, one of Paulo's men. The message said to call. 

Layla went immediately to the pancake house and dialed his number. Jimmy called back in just a moment.  

"Layla, your man is Eric Belton. He's a student at Delaware and was in the Army for three years. His parents live in Bucks County. Based on everything we can find out, he is legit. He was wounded during his tours in Iraq, once in the left leg and again by shrapnel in his right earlobe. He was married but is now single according to his records. Not sure what happened to his wife... we couldn't locate her. He works for Aetna Hook and Ladder in Newark. That's all we could find so far. Do you want us to keep digging? With enough effort we could find his former wife, I suppose." 

Layla was very relieved and let out a big sigh. "Jimmy, that's great news. There must be some other explanation for the two calls I overheard. Tell Paulo and your guys that I really appreciate the research. Let's not dig any more for now. You guys are the best, and I love you all." 

"We love you too, Layla. Anytime you feel nervous about someone or suspect a problem, please call us. We're all family."

"Thank you Jimmy. Yes, we're all family."  

A delighted and very relaxed Layla returned home. As was her habit, she checked the answering machine as soon as she arrived and found a message from Eric. She glanced at her watch and realized that she had a class soon on advanced video editing so she would return his call after that.

****

Layla arrived home in the late afternoon and went to her bedroom to call. Neither sister was home yet but should arrive soon. "Hey Eric, this is Layla. Just got your message."

"Hi Layla. Sorry for the noise, I'm just walking to the car from class." 

"That's fine, I can hear you."

"I was wondering if you could have dinner with me tonight." 

"Sure, sounds like fun." 

"Great, can I pick you up around 7:00?"

"I'll be ready. Are casual clothes okay?" 

"Of course. See you then."

Layla flopped back on her pillows and smiled. Maybe her love life finally had a focus. But what was he talking about on those phone calls? And what happened to his wife?

Eric was also very relieved. But why was Layla so upset with him at breakfast the other day? She didn't even kiss him when he left for home. What did he do wrong?

****

David was very pleased with the DVD. The HD quality, the scenes, the editing combined with his memories of the day caused pre-cum to leak as he watched it. The shots of his face were clear, the emotions shown were real, his erection was impressive and the sounds were as he wished they were. It was perfect. Now he had to figure out how to show it to the brothers without appearing he was bragging about it. True, he wanted their admiration but he had to be careful. No one likes an egotistical braggart.  

He shared a room in the Theta Chi house with Jeremy. Although they occasionally shared porn downloads, nothing like this personal DVD had come along. He couldn't just give it to Jeremy but he could leave it lying on his desk with the label showing. Maybe Jeremy would steal a look at it. The DVD was titled, "David's Big Day with the Ladies."

He had a date that night with Jessica, a freshman pledge to Sigma Kappa. They had met at a party and ended up talking most of the evening. He decided to take her to Twelves Grill & Cafe in West Grove, PA, about ten miles from campus.



****

Susanna and Julia returned from classes late in the afternoon.

"Hey guys," yelled Layla from her bedroom. 

"Hey yourself. Is everything alright?" yelled Susanna. 

"Couldn't be better," she replied. She came bounding down the stairs and was all smiles.

"What's going on?" asked Julia. "You're happy again." 

"Eric is legit. My brother had him checked, and everything he told us was the truth. I couldn't believe it." 

"That's great. So what was he talking about on those calls?" asked Susanna. 

"Maybe I'll find out tonight. He's taking me to dinner." 

"Oh! That's good. Layla, I truly hope this works out for you," said Julia. 

"I do too. He was so tender and gentle as he made love to me. We talked and cuddled a long time after our showers. I'd never felt so close to a man before. I almost died inside when I overheard his call."

Susanna said, "I'm sure there's a simple explanation."

****

Eric arrived exactly on time. His military training demanded he be on time with no excuse. Unfortunately, there was nothing in the training manual about how to avoid nervous tension caused by women. As the door opened and he saw Layla's wide smile, he relaxed. She really wasn't mad at him. 

"Hi Eric. Please come in." 

"Thanks." As he walked through the door, Layla reached in and kissed him, as if everything was perfect. He happily returned the kiss.  

"Hey there Eric," yelled Susanna from the kitchen. Julia had gone to the store for supplies, mostly beer. Susanna walked into the foyer to Eric, smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "Good to see you again." 

"You too." All three smiled.

Layla said, "I'm ready if you are."

"Is the Outback Steakhouse fine with you?" he asked.

"Wonderful. We never go there and I've wanted to."

****

Once seated and the meal ordered Eric took Layla's hand. 

"I've been thinking about you all week," he said. 

"I've also been thinking about you." 

"Layla, I'd like to move our relationship forward, but I need to tell you more about myself. It's a little complicated, and another lady is involved." 

She stared at him, which he expected. 

"Now let me explain before you walk out." 

"You better hurry." 

"The lady is my four-year old daughter."  

Layla threw her head back and laughed from relief. "Oh my, you had me scared." She sighed and grinned at him. "Tell me everything." 

"I married my high school sweetheart just after I joined the military. The first year was fine, and she could be near me. She got pregnant with Amy just before I was deployed to Iraq. Thanks to my parents and hers, the first tour went fast for Melissa and her pregnancy was perfect. I returned to the States when Amy was three months old."  

Layla sensed that something dramatic was coming, and she took both his hands. 

"During the second tour, I got a message to call home. This had never happened before so I knew it was urgent. I called mom and dad. They broke the news to me that Melissa had been killed in an accident. I learned after I rushed home that she was out with another man and was drunk when he slammed their car into a bridge abutment. That's when I learned that she had been cheating on me for several months. Mom and dad knew nothing about her betrayal, but some of her friends did. My parents took temporary custody of Amy until I could get a discharge. She stays with them when I'm in class or working." 

"Where do you work?" 

"I'm a part-time paramedic here in Newark. They've been really good to work my schedule around the classes, but I don't get to see Amy as much as I'd like. I try to call her every morning. She's daddy's little girl." 

"Did you call her last Saturday morning?" 

"Yeah, I called before I came down for breakfast. When I left you, I drove up and spent the day with her. I was off that Saturday." 

"Do you have a picture of her?" 

"Of course." He pulled one from his wallet and proudly showed it.

"Oh my. She's a doll. Eric, she's absolutely beautiful." 

"Thanks. I think so too. Her birthday is Sunday and I'd love for you to come to her party. It's a big surprise, and she doesn't suspect a thing."  

Layla smiled, "I'll be there. What time should I come?"

"I must work Saturday night and will get off at 6:00 am. I could pick you up after that. The other children and parents are coming at 2:00 pm." 

"Do you have an apartment or someplace you stay around here? Surely you don't drive back and forth to Bucks County every day."

"I share a condo with another student. It's about five miles from here. We met a couple of years ago and were both in the military." 

"Was he also in the Army?"

"She was." 

Layla let go of his hand and leaned back. "You share a condo with a woman?"

"Yes. But we're just friends."

"I've heard that before." 

"Layla, in the military, we all live together and we learn not to fraternize with the female soldiers. She's very nice but we're just friends."

"I want to meet her." 

"Sure."   

Layla had a thought. "As soon as you get off, come over to the house and sleep for a few hours. We have an extra bedroom and we would love to have you. I'll fix breakfast for us."  

"Well, if you don't mind. That'd be nice. It takes about 90 minutes to drive up."  

"Do you have to work again Sunday night?" 

"Yes, starting at 10pm. I could bring you home before that so there'll be no need for you to drive." 

Layla asked, "Can I make a confession now?" 

Eric was surprised and answered, "I guess." 

"I overheard one of your calls when I came to get you for breakfast. I was just beginning to open the door when I heard you talking. I shouldn't have listened, but I didn't want to interrupt you." 

"Okay." 

"I heard you say 'so far so good,' and 'she doesn't suspect a thing'." 

Eric smiled. "And you thought I was talking about you?" 

"Yeah. I thought you were up to no good." She playfully frowned.  

"That's why you were upset at breakfast and when I left for home."

"I'm guilty and I'm sorry."  

"I was talking to the mom of Amy's best friend in pre-school. She had called me to check on the timing of the party. Amy is spending Saturday night with them, and they will bring her to the party at my parent's. I was telling her that Amy was not suspecting a thing." 

Layla replied, "I feel so foolish." 

"Why? You didn't know. I was afraid to tell you about my daughter that night. I'm sorry for that." 

"Why were you afraid?"

"I thought it might be a problem for you. I wanted to ease into that revelation." 

"I'm very glad you told me and I really look forward to meeting her. She looks precious."

"So this news doesn't change anything? I still have a chance with you?"

"What you've told me tonight makes it even better. I love children. I need to think about this roommate of yours, however."

He grinned.   

Dinner was perfect, especially since Layla now understood those calls. They each ordered steaks and shared a blooming onion and steamed veggies. Eric couldn't have beer because of his work but that didn't stop Layla. 

Eric had her home an hour before his shift and visited with Susanna and Julia until he left for work. Layla walked with him to the car where they kissed and held each other for several moments.  

Layla said, "I believe this is the opening chapter of an amazing story." 

Eric replied, "Let's write it together." 

She waited and watched him drive away. As soon as she closed the door, Susanna squealed, "Tell us everything!"

Julia added, "We're dying to know." 

Layla filled her sisters in with all the facts over the next few minutes but she didn't mention the roommate. They were very relieved and hugged Layla.  

"I really like him," Layla said. "This is the first time I've felt a genuine connection with a man."



End of Chapter 2. Please vote and leave comments. Chapter 3 will (hopefully) be posted tomorrow. 



Three Sisters of Delta Gamma Ch. 03



I hope you've enjoyed the story so far. If you're just now joining us, please step back and read the first two chapters. Otherwise, this will not make sense to you. Remember, this is fiction. 








Three Sisters of Delta Gamma Ch. 03



"Will this be profitable for you?"

"Oh yes. I could charge from $500 to $1000 per video, depending on several factors."

"How many hours of work would you have to do for that?"

"Probably eight to ten, but I'd also pay Susanna and Julia to help with the shoot.

"For someone like me making $16 per hour, that's a lot of money."

"I know. But these frat boys have lots of spending money from mommy and daddy."

"Wonder if mommy and daddy know what they're doing with it?"

"Probably not and most wouldn't care."

"Why did you want my approval for this?"

Layla was silent for a moment. "Because I didn't want to take a chance on disappointing you."

There were several seconds of silence before he responded, "Thank you."

Just then the alarm sounded in the firehouse and Eric yelled over it, "Got to go. Talk you to tomorrow."

Layla was both surprised and relieved at his response. She lay there for the next hour brainstorming everything she needed to do to become legally licensed in Delaware. Fortunately, this was one state that makes doing business very easy and she could become legal in just a few days. While there were no sales taxes in Delaware, she would have a state income tax that must be figured into her budget and charges. After serious thought, she decided on "Enduring Legacy Video Services" as the name.


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Saturday morning breakfast consisted of cereal and fresh fruit for the sisters. The conversation, as usual, turned to weekend plans.

"Eric is coming over tomorrow morning to get a few hours of sleep before we drive to his parents. He works tonight and will be here around 6:15 in the morning." Is there any shopping I need to do for us? I'm going out to look for Amy's present."

Susanna replied, "We need milk and cereal. Also some lunch meat and carrots."

"I'm cooking dinner here tonight for Cliff. I can pick those up when I go shopping this afternoon. Are you two going out tonight?

"Probably will, so you and Cliff can have a quiet dinner alone. Layla, you want to go somewhere for a drink?"

"Sure. How about that Irish Pub?"

"That'd be fun. We could eat and visit at the bar until Julia says we can come home. It's usually pretty lively after 9:00."

"I can tell you now, you can come home anytime you want. You won't interfere with Cliff and I having sex. According to him, it isn't going to happen."

After breakfast, they all pitched in and cleaned the house. Julia went to her bedroom to study, Layla went dollhouse furniture shopping and Susanna went to the sorority house for a committee meeting.



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That evening, the doorbell rang and Julia answered it.

"Hi Cliff, come in. Wow! Are those beautiful flowers for me?"

"Just for you." Cliff was very relieved to see her smile. He stepped in and pulled her to him for a very passionate kiss. She thought he was trying to show how apologetic he felt, but it was a great kiss, no matter what the reason. They both smiled as they separated.

Susanna and Layla were watching TV when he arrived. They came to greet Cliff with hugs and kisses to his cheek. "We're just leaving, Cliff. You two have a great evening," said Layla. The girls grabbed their jackets. The October nights were turning cooler.

When the door closed, Cliff wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled Julia to him. They gazed into the other's eyes and touched noses before locking lips. The tongue action was energetic. Julia finally broke for air and stepped back. Her smile was priceless.

"What has gotten into you?"

"I decided that romance is good, but love is better." He reached for her again, and they kissed while he cupped Julia's butt cheeks and lifted her off the floor. She squealed as he continued to hold her in the air.

She looked down into his eyes and asked, "Can I prepare dinner for us before I eat you?" Cliff lowered her to the floor, and they kissed again.

"Can I help? I'm a fairly good cook." She reached for his hand and led him to the prep area of the kitchen.

Julia quickly put the flowers in a vase as they talked. "These are perfect for our table tonight. Thanks very much."

"You're welcome. What's on the menu? Something smells great."

"I decided on skillet fried pork chops, baked new potatoes, oven fried squash and peppers, fried apples and rolls. For dessert, we're having cherry pie that I made this afternoon."

Cliff was bewildered. "Did you prepare all this?

"Everything but the rolls. I ran out of time and decided to buy frozen ones to bake here."

"I'm totally blown away. Compared to this, I just warm up stuff. You're a real, honest to goodness cook." She smiled as he reached in for another kiss.

"My mother insisted I learn to cook starting when I was about six. It was just something that we did together, and my dad and the ranch hands loved it. After school each day, I'd help her cook dinner for everyone. She'd later help me with homework. Mom said that was how her mother raised her here in Delaware."

"I'm totally impressed. What can I do to help?"

"You can slice the zucchini and peppers and put them on this pan with a little olive oil. The potatoes are in the oven now. I'll work on the apples, and we'll do the chops last while the rolls and everything else bake."

"Were you able to study today for that exam?"

"I did late last night and again this morning. I also plan to spend time on it tomorrow afternoon."

"Were you serious about me spending the night? I thought you might be upset with me."

"I was upset. But, I do want to spend the night cuddling with you, especially now. Will you stay?"

"I will. But, I don't know whether I can be as gentlemanly as last time."

"Just remember, a gentleman should always let the lady come first," said Julia with a twinkle in her eyes.

Cliff pretended to be shocked with wide eyes and his hand over his mouth. Julia reached behind him and squeezed his butt.

"Let's get busy," she said with a grin.


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Susanna and Layla arrived with the rest of humanity at the Irish Pub. They joined the line outside and, as always, began chatting with those around them. Two guys in line realized they were in a foreign derivatives class with Susanna and immediately began a conversation.

"Do you think we might make it inside?" asked Jerry. "This is the most crowded I've seen it."

Susanna replied, "Normally by now the families and old folks have left but I still see some coming out. There's hope, I think."

"Susanna, are you two with someone or would you like to join us? They might seat a table of four quicker."

Layla glanced at Susanna and smiled. "Sure, we'll join you." Susanna introduced Layla to Jerry and Jerome. "They're in one of my classes and we've talked a couple of times before class. Jerry lives in Virginia and Jerome is from Baltimore, as I recall." 

"That's right," replied Jerome. "Layla, what curriculum are you in?"

"Visual Communications, which is part of the Arts Department."

"Would this be like for TV commercials or print advertising?"

"Could be. I'm interested in videography and video editing."

"That's a rapidly changing industry," Jerome said.

"Sure is. I'm planning to jump into that whirlwind of new technology."

Susanna added, "Layla is planning to start a video production company soon and will be working for some of the groups on campus as she gets it off the ground."

"I just applied for a Delaware business license today so this is all very new."

Jerry asked, "What would some of the groups ask you to do?"

"The Greeks could have me make a recruiting video for them. They are very competitive and always want to outdo each other. Student groups are always looking for new members and volunteers and I could create videos to help in their efforts. The Campus Cable network is good to broadcast video advertising for charitable efforts so I could help with those. Of course, advertising will bring in business for weddings, parties and special events."

Jerome said, "A friend of mine in Theta Chi says that he's going to have a video made of him and his lady doing it. I think he's lying to me but who knows."

"Yeah, who knows? You never know what those Greek guys will do to get attention," replied Susanna.

They were eventually seated. The girls charmed the guys as usual and the evening was lighthearted and relaxed. Late in the evening, a group of men gathered with their chicks at the far end of the bar. It appeared they had too many beers under their belts. They were much too loud and it was beginning to get out of hand. A drunken argument started, complete with cursing, finger jabbing and red-faced guys getting into each other's face. Their chicks also started pushing each other and cursing as the tension rose.

Susanna asked for their bill, planning to get out of there before the fight started. Too late... all restraint broke loose. The police arrived in a few minutes, but the blood was shed, every curse known to mankind was uttered and everyone scattered as employees rushed to help. Two men and one woman were on the floor and in need of medical attention.

Layla whispered to Susanna, "I've got to get out of here. Eric is on duty and will probably be here shortly."

"Oh shit. You're right. Let me pay quickly and I'll go with you." They make it to the door just as the paramedics rushed through. Eric was the third one in. He evidently didn't see Layla and Susanna as he rushed by them and followed his buddies to the far end of the room as the police cleared the way.

The girls stood near the door and watched the choreographed moves of the three paramedics as they tended to cuts, possible concussions, bloody noses and the woman who needed a neck brace and a stretcher to carry her to the ambulance. Eric was in the middle of the action the entire time and Layla was impressed. This was another facet of his life she'd not seen. Susanna whispered to her, "He's impressive, isn't he."

"He is. Let's get out of here." The girls walked out, past the two ambulances and three police cars, to their car several blocks away. They were home a little before midnight.

As they walked into the house, they could hear noise coming from the family room and glanced in that direction. Julia was scrambling to cover herself and Eric who appeared to be partly dressed. Both girls giggled, put their hands up as blinders to their eyes, yelled "sorry" and ran immediately upstairs to Susanna's bedroom.

"Were they fucking?" asked Layla.

"I couldn't tell. Her top was off and so was his shirt."

"Did she still have pants on?"

"It was too dark to see and her legs were turned away from us," replied Susanna.

"I guess Julia was wrong. He's moved beyond the romancing phase."

"Should we have rung the doorbell?"

"No, we live here. She said to come back any time," Layla replied.

"I know but we've always given each other privacy for sex."

"That's right. We apologized. She didn't scream at us."

Susanna said, "You're right. But still, I hate that we interrupted something like that."

"I do too. Oh well."

"I'm going to prepare for bed and read."

"Me too."

Downstairs, Julia and Cliff were laughing and putting their clothes on. "I knew I should have taken you to my bedroom. I'm sorry."

"That's fine. No harm done. I think they were as embarrassed as we were. Can I have a piece of that pie now?"

"Do you want milk or coffee with it?"

"Maybe coffee. I need a shot of caffeine after that wonderful meal."

"Good. I don't want you to fall asleep on me."

"Don't think there's any chance of that." Cliff followed her to the kitchen and found a pie knife in the drawer while Julia made the coffee. He cut two pieces, one definitely larger than the other, and plated them. Julia came behind him and wrapped her arms around his midsection and squeezed.

"I enjoyed having you to dinner. Did you like everything or did you just eat it to be nice?"

"Julia! I had seconds on most everything. I loved it all. You're a master cook."

He turned and wrapped her in his arms. They kissed again and hugged quietly until the coffee maker beeped. The cherry pie was exceptional and Cliff had a second smaller piece. He could easily gain weight on her cooking.

Julia stood to collect the dirty dishes but Cliff pulled her into his lap. She giggled and pretended to struggle trying to get away. He grabbed her hands and held them until she stopped squirming. The twinkle in her eyes told him she was ready for anything.

"Are you going to be a good girl?"

"No, I think you need to discipline me."

"What discipline would be appropriate?"

"If I were you, I'd spank me. Not too hard, of course."

That caught Cliff by surprise. He'd never heard a girl suggest that, much less look forward to it. "What gives? You want me to spank you?"

"Yes. Susanna says it's exciting and helps focus her. She swears sex is better after she gets a couple of smacks on her bottom."

"If that's the case, let's clean up the dishes and go to your bedroom. Discipline should be administered in private."

Julia grinned.


****


Layla lay in the darkness of her room and thought of Eric coming in the morning. He now lived in her mind and she found it difficult to focus on other matters. The way he worked to care for those drunks in the pub made her very proud. He was the real deal.

Her phone rang. She was thrilled when she saw who it was.

"Hey Eric."

"This is getting to be a habit I know. Were you asleep?

"No, laying here thinking."

"Just wanted to say that I did see you at the pub tonight."

"Oh, you did. You were so involved I didn't think you saw me."

"Yeah, one of the guys was bleeding heavily and the woman had a possible neck vertebra issue. Serious stuff. What were you doing hanging out is such a dangerous place?"

"Just having dinner and drinks with Susanna. Still on for tomorrow morning?"

"Yeah, I'll be there as soon as I can. Hopefully, won't have a call-out that delays me."

"I was impressed watching you and your team work. I know if I ever need help, I want you to be there."

"That's nice to hear. Is that the only time you'd want me?"

"Listen bubba, I'm snuggled in bed with a pillow between my young naked legs, pretending it's your warm body as I slowly rub my clit. My other hand is rolling my hard nipple and remembering your soft lips nursing me."

"Sounds like fun. You're making me hard."

"Can you stroke it for me? I can feel it from here if you do."

"Oh jeez, how does that feel?"

"Yummy. The skin is soft and warm. I love the way it moves with my hand up and down that lovely hard shaft. Can you feel my hand sliding the skin up and down?"

"Phone sex seems to be another of your talents. As much fun as this is, I need to get back to work."

"You're such a spoil sport. Okay, go save some lives."

"See you in the morning."

"I'll be waiting for you with coffee and breakfast and maybe a few other things."


****


Julia and Cliff walked toward her bedroom after cleaning the kitchen. She led the way up the stairs, and his eyes followed each move of her sexy bottom along the way. When he reached up and gently smacked it, she turned, grinned, and shook her finger at him. Cliff pulled her to him and snuggled his face into her trouser crotch.

"Cliff, settle down. We're on narrow steps."

He grinned, "I don't want to settle down. I'll not let you fall." He undid her belt and button as she stood on the steps, mesmerized by his actions. Cliff unzipped and pulled them down to reveal her lacy black thong. He pulled her crotch into his face and nuzzled her panties.

Julia was surprised. She wondered, "Why is he so aggressive tonight?" Never would she have bet on this. Her thoughts raced, "Oh my, he's going to lick my pussy. I better sit. This is going to get serious. Oh jeez, he's rubbing my butt. Ooohh."

Cliff was focused. The lovely scent of her skin and her crotch was like a flower garden. Without thinking, he pulled her panties to the side. He dipped his tongue into her honey pot and drew it up and over her clit.

Her knees began quivering and this forced her to sit on the step with Cliff directly in front of her. She started to pull her trousers down to remove them, but he stopped her. Cliff lowered them and her panties down to just below her knees. His next move surprised her. He lifted her legs and spread her knees to squeeze his head between her thighs and into her love box. This forced her to lie back against the steps shackled by the trousers around her calves and feet now over his head. He began licking.

Julia couldn't help but gasp and moan as that strong wet tongue caressed every nerve ending in her vulva. Each pass seemed to cause a flash of energy though her midsection. She could feel every touch to her labia and the slow passes he made over and slightly into her vagina. The tingles, the involuntary twitches and the licking sounds send waves of fiery pulses through her that caused her vagina and anus to clench and release. She felt like she needed to pee, which was how it felt before she squirted in David's face.

"Cliff, time-out sweetheart. Please."

"Huh?"

"Cliff, please." She then gently pushed his head away and closed her legs.

"Why?"

"My back is hurting and I need to go to the bathroom. Don't worry, I'll be open for business in a few minutes, sweetheart." He reluctantly moved and helped her stand and pull up her trousers. Cliff sent her off with one more smack on the bottom and followed her to the bedroom.

He sat on the small sofa while she prepared. The door opened and a fully clothed Julia emerged and walked to him. He pulled her to his lap and they kissed.

"Am I being too aggressive, Julia?"

"No, you're being the perfect lover. Did I pressure you into it?"

"You gave me some things to think about. I wouldn't call it pressure. I realized that your needs should come first. I've just not dated a girl like you."

"And my liberated views surprised you."

"That's one way of putting it." They kissed again for several moments.

Cliff asked, "Do you know what impresses me most about you?"

"Let me guess. I have a horse." Both laughed so hard the sofa shook.

"Well, that too. I don't think I've ever met a person more open and honest than you. You say what you think, I believe, not what you think I want to hear."

"That must come from my Western upbringing. We ranchers are a straightforward lot, I suppose. We don't make good politicians. Acting and lying just don't come with our territory." He pulled her in for one more kiss.

"May I take off your bra again?"

"How are you going to suck my nipples unless you do?" She smiled.

"I guess I could suckle them through the lacey cup."

"That won't be as good for either of us." Julia said with a grin as he unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. She sat upright while he undid the clasps before lying back in his arms with those lovely bare breasts pointing to his mouth. He lowered his lips to her right breast and tentatively covered her nipple and areola.

Julia could feel the gentle suction and his tongue rubbing across the tip. Pulses of tingles shot through her and her hand instinctively went to her crotch. She could feel the wetness through the fabric of her trousers as she watched his blissful face and lips pulling at her nipple. Although she'd never nursed a baby, this must be the feeling that mothers describe... a sort of bonding and total trust.

Cliff pulled back and flipped her so that her bottom faced up across his lap. Her left breast flopped into his left hand, filling it. She reached under and undid the fasteners. With her help, he slowly peeled the trousers down and revealed her thong and bottom an inch at a time. Both he and Julia could feel his cock expanding. It was becoming uncomfortable with the constriction from his pants.




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When her bottom was fully exposed, Cliff massaged the soft skin. Her buttocks stood very proud and firm, responding to his touch with a few chill bumps. Julia opened her legs slightly when he slipped a warm hand through her crack, across her anus and into her crotch to touch the labia. She could feel that warm soft hand searching for her special places for the first time. To her, he seemed tentative, as if trying to find the boundaries, her limits of what she would allow. She allowed everything he wanted to do and her excitement built with each pass across her ass, through her crevasse and into her vulva. His erection was now pressing hard into her midsection. It felt larger than she'd estimated initially.

Julia said, "Let me help with your pants. There's a log in there trying to escape." She rolled off his lap and stood.

He stood, smiled and helped her remove the trousers and panties from around her legs. She unfastened his and let them drop to the floor. To his surprise, she dropped to her knees and began exploring his shaft with her tongue and hands. While one cupped his balls, the other stroked the flexible skin up and down that beautiful smooth rod. Cliff had not been circumcised and this was new to Julia. The foreskin and the way it closed and opened around the head intrigued her. With every downward stroke, the dark pink head popped out. She wrapped her lips around it, kissed it, and tongued the opening as it leaked pre-cum.

Julia knew from experience that when the head turned darker with blood, the time for fireworks was near. She slipped as much as possible down her throat and Cliff couldn't hold back when he felt the tight constriction. He held her shoulders and groaned when Julia pulled open his crack and fingered his hole. That was his limit, all he could take. Hot jets of semen exploded from his heavy balls. Julia relaxed and breathed through her nose as the warm stream flooded her throat and mouth, oozed out and ran down her chin.

Cliff was astonished. Never had a girl done this with him. He'd occasionally had a blowjob but it was always a slobber fest with the girl trying to imitate what she'd seen on the Internet. Those seemed to always end up turning off his passion. Julia was an expert.

He asked, "How did you learn to do that?"

She reached for tissues and wiped the residue from her mouth and chin before responding.

"Practice mostly. But Susanna and Layla also gave me pointers. They're really good at it."

"I'm surprised you wanted to do that before we had intercourse. Now, I'll have to wait a while to recover."

"Yes, but when you do recover, you'll last a lot longer when you're in me. I like a long fuck session."

"Can we take a quick shower?" asked Cliff.

"I was going to suggest that. I'm a little sticky."


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Susanna lay quietly in bed and listened to the sounds of lovemaking from next door. Her class and sorority schedule had been hectic the last few weeks and she wasn't getting enough sex to feed her libido. David had been a good interlude but she needed more and on a regular basis. Her thoughts turned to the videos being planned. She fantasized of taking a role in the scenes. Maybe she could be the actress for some of the guys who needed one. But she must be a paid actress, not a prostitute, and it must be done with a legal contract to prove it. Her normal fee was $1800 per scene in LA and she was good for three scenes a day. Not that she needed the money but she wondered how much the Delaware guys would pay. Her real interest was in having orgasms, which she didn't do in LA. That was pure acting. This would be different. Working with Layla and amateur college boys would be fun.

Susanna turned to her nightstand and pulled out her favorite toys. The quiet buzzing and rapid vibrations quickly induced a trance and focused her desires. Shortly, the tingles began and quickly built until they were racing through her. She inserted her big boy toy to give her Kegel muscles something to press against. She quickly lost total control and began moaning and crying.

Pressing the vibrating tip against her clit, Susanna was slammed by a big one. The heat buildup was rapid as her heart raced and the muscles in her legs tightened and became rigid. The amazing feel of euphoria and total release overwhelmed her as the orgasm passed. She lay there, suddenly very tired.



****


Cliff and Julia took their time in the shower to cleanse each other and play. Their childish nature came out as they smacked each other's hands when they reached to tweak a nipple or a penis. Julia giggled and screamed as Cliff grabbed her and wrestled her soapy body to steal a kiss. She was strong and fought back admirably, laughing the entire time.

After drying themselves, Julia led the way to bed, holding Cliff's hand. They crawled under the covers to fight the chill and snuggled to warm themselves. Julia stroked his shaft as he toyed with her clit and fingered her moist warm entrance. They gazed into the other's eyes, totally surrendering themselves to this night.

There is only one first intercourse between a couple and they seemed to savor this moment not willing to rush else some memorable event may be missed.

Cliff whispered, "Your eyes are amazing. I could stare at them for hours. So much happiness yet intrigue showing."

"Ummm, intrigue huh?"

"It's like you know a secret that I'll never know and you'll never tell me."

"You said my openness and honesty impressed you. Now you say my eyes indicate I have a secret."

"You can be open and honest about having a secret."

She giggled. "I guess that's possible."

He could feel that she was ready. Her vagina was soaked, and making squishing sounds when his fingers moved in and out. She could feel that he was ready. Julia had stroked many cocks but his was as hard and hot as they come. Without a word, she rolled onto Cliff's body, lying prone on his. Cliff quickly smacked her fanny, once on each cheek.

"Whoa there. Those stung." Her frown changed into a smile.

She straddled his crotch and sat up. Cliff reached for her dangling breasts and she reached for his erection, guiding it slowly into the depths of her body. She stopped twice to let her muscles adjust. Then, she was seated... fully impaled on his wonderful warm rod. The partners gazed at each other, recognizing the significance of this moment.

Julia began with side-to-side pelvic movement in an oval pattern. This caused his penis to touch all the important nerve centers within her. He released one breast to rub her clit as she rotated. There was a blissful look on her face. She closed her eyes; her nostrils flared and began sharp and shallow breathing. Julia could feel the pulses beginning in her anal and pelvic muscles and the tingles deep within her vagina. She became lightheaded and very hot.

Cliff could feel her heat and her rapid heartbeat in his erection. Her Kegel muscles contracted, clenching and releasing his cock from top to bottom. The orgasm was so powerful, she almost fainted when her muscles tightened; she nearly overlooked the volcano erupting from Cliff's testicles. This was the first time she could remember having a simultaneous orgasm with her lover. They thrashed, moaned, and groaned together, holding onto to each other's bodies the best they could as the climax eased into the afterglow.

Julia and Cliff held each other and rested. Neither had words to describe the moment they just shared. It was perfect, absolutely perfect. After a quick trip to the bathroom, they fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms.


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Layla's alarm sounded at 5:30am. She'd not been up this early in a very long time. This morning, however, she had an incentive. Eric was coming soon. A quick shower and shave of her legs, underarms and genitals prepared her body for his attention. While the coffee was brewing, she wrapped the last of the dozen pieces of heirloom-quality dollhouse furniture for Amy. She knew that children always liked lots of presents so each piece was separately giftwrapped.

Eric was late, but not by much, and they kissed several times when he arrived.

"How was your night?" she asked.

"Fairly busy. Saturday nights seem to always be that way. A drunk crashed into a power pole on Chestnut Hill Rd. The electricity was out at a couple of dozen houses. He wasn't hurt so the police hauled him off. We had a baby born early and mom didn't make it to the hospital in time. Baby girl and mom are fine. The most serious incident was a stabbing in what appeared to be a drug deal gone bad. We did all we could and he was still alive when we took him to Christiana Trauma but he died about an hour later."

"That's sad."

"Yeah, he was only 19."

"As promised, I'm planning breakfast for you. How about hotcakes and sausage?"

"Sounds great. That'll put me to sleep quickly."

"Well, I hope you'll have a little time for me before you crash."

"You can count on it." They grinned.

Layla's hotcakes were delicious and Eric had two helpings with milk and decaf coffee. Caffeine would not be good for his nap.

After cleaning the dishes and pans, the couple walked to her bedroom. As soon as the door closed, they attacked each other. Every action and reaction showed their pent-up desire suddenly released. Eric again carried her to the bed but rather than lay her gently on her back, he placed her on the edge, turned her to be face down with her legs over the edge, feet touching the floor. Layla giggled at what she thought was coming, and he didn't disappoint.

She felt him pull down her shorts and panties. Eric spread her legs and she waited, and waited, not wishing to look back at him. She wondered what was he doing back there? Then she felt him. His nose buried itself in her ass and his mouth and tongue attacked her clit and vagina, lapping up all the fluid she gushed. Her orgasm wasn't long in coming. Her breathing changed to short rapid bursts; she felt very warm and the tingling sensations started in her clit. Just when she felt herself going over the edge, Eric stopped and entered her. At first, she was really pissed that he stopped her short, but then the full sensation of his erection overcame her. His angle of entry directly aligned with her G-spot as he pounded down into her opening, over and over again.

It came like a runaway train. The urgent sensation of needing to pee, the detached from reality feeling, the tightness in her legs and back were all overshadowed by the explosion in her genitals. She could feel waves of tingling energy rolling through her body. Her back arched and she cried out, not able to restrain her joy. Layla was stunned and hardly noticed Eric filling her with semen. He collapsed and lay on her back, still fully imbedded. Both their bodies were perspiring.

After a quick shower, they snuggled into bed and cuddled until Eric fell asleep. They had almost four hours before they needed to leave for Amy's party. 


****


The drive to Bucks County was quicker than normal with the light Sunday morning traffic. Layla and Eric finally had some quiet talking time, and they used it wisely to learn about each other. Eric heard all about growing up in Philly and Layla's family, at least the part that Layla would share. She learned about his family and more about Amy and the challenges of being apart from her for so long. It was clear to Layla that he didn't want to talk about Melissa, Amy's mom. She guessed the hurt was still there.

Eric's parents were Steve and Kathy Belton. Steve was an investment advisor in Philly and was 54 years of age. Kathy was 51 and a former schoolteacher in New Hope. She resigned her full time position to keep Amy but still substituted when possible.

When Eric turned into the driveway, Layla was stunned. Facing her was a large, stately two-story stone house overlooking the Delaware River just a few miles upstream from the spot where George Washington's army crossed to launch the surprise attack on the British army at Trenton. The lovely setting was impressive and she couldn't help but stop and gaze at the river flowing behind the house.

Kathy met them at the door with a very warm welcome. "Layla, I'm delighted to meet you. Eric has been telling us about you." She leaned in and whispered loud enough for Eric to hear, "I think he likes you."

"Mrs. Belton, it is such a pleasure to meet you." She whispered, "I like him too." They hugged and smiled.

Steve came into the foyer, "This has got to be Layla. Eric, you didn't tell me how beautiful she is."

"Awww, Mr. Belton, I can see where Eric got his charming personality." She hugged him and he kissed her cheek. Eric hugged his mom and dad before they walked through the foyer into the large family room. The kitchen and breakfast area were to the left, and both rooms had magnificent unrestricted views of the river 75 yards away and 20 feet lower than the house.

"This is a gorgeous house with a spectacular view," Layla said to Steve.

"Thanks, we built it about 20 years ago and have enjoyed the privacy this setting allows. Eric, be sure to walk Layla along the river path before dark."

"I will, dad. Amy will also enjoy that. Mom, I brought some party decorations to put up. Are we using the recreation room downstairs?"

"Yes. I've already set up some things, and the cupcakes and ice cream are in the fridge down there."

Eric and his dad went to the car to bring everything in.

Layla asked, "Is there a place for gifts?"

"Yes, there's a bar in that room and we can put the gifts there. Steve's gift is a bit large and we'll bring that in from the garage when it's time."

Layla asked, "How many kids are coming?"

"We think about ten or eleven, and some parents will also stay for the party. Amy spent the night with her best friend. They'll bring her over about 2:15 to give everyone else a chance to get here."

"Eric showed me a photo of her. She's a doll."

"I know. Eric and her mom passed on some beautiful genes. Did Eric tell you about Melissa?"

"Yes. What a shame. Little girls need their mommies."

"Thankfully, she was very young and has no memory of her. She just knows that all her friends have mommies and she doesn't. She's always known that I'm her grandma. Her dad is the center of her young life, and she eagerly awaits his coming up and calling her every morning."

"Eric tells me that Amy and Mr. Belton play together."

"They do!" Kathy squealed. "They are so cute together. Steve gets down on the floor and plays with her toys. She makes him get on all fours so she can ride his back like he was a horse. He's getting a bit old for that but he still does it. He reads to her every night and knows all her dolls by name."

"Sounds like a very special relationship."

"It is. Steve and I always wanted a daughter but it wasn't to be. After Eric was born, I had some health issues and had to have a hysterectomy."

"That's terrible."

"It was, but God knows best, and my life was saved. Eric has been a wonderful son and we're very proud of what he's doing. It concerned us when he joined the military, but that worked out, and he grew into a real man and a great dad."

"Did he tell you how we met?"

"Not really."

"I was in a restaurant at the bar visiting with a bunch of people with my two best friends. One of them asked which guys were available to hang out with us. Eric overheard her and volunteered although he wasn't part of the group."

"He's normally more reticent than that. You must have impressed him."

"He surely impressed me."

The guys returned with several bags of decorations, and all four went to work. Kathy had prepared a variety of sandwiches for lunch and they enjoyed them on the back patio overlooking the river.

Shortly before the hour, two parents arrived with their girls carrying presents. Introductions were made and Layla took the girls down to the recreation room while the parents visited. Although she and Eric hadn't talked about how to keep the kids entertained, Layla remembered from her childhood how much fun it was to play Simon Says. She started a very lively game that the girls seemed to enjoy and each child joined in when she arrived. Some of the parents came down to see what all the laughter was about and stood fascinated at the interaction Layla had with their daughters. Even normally shy children were having fun as they participated.

As Amy's arrival time approached, Kathy gathered all the children into a corner of the room and told them what to do. In a few moments, Eric came to the top of the stairwell and announced that their car had arrived.

Layla could hear the front door open and a child say, "Daddy, you're here." She could hear the muffled sound of two girls talking and Eric talking to the girls and the mom but couldn't understand what was said. Layla had brought her camcorder and focused it on the children quietly giggling and waiting patiently for Amy to come down the stairs. They could hear her footsteps and then, when she appeared, "SURPRISE! Happy Birthday!" from all the children and adults. The girls all went running to greet Amy and then it was chaos as everyone was talking and hugging her.

Eric came to Layla and stood beside her as she recorded the action. After a few minutes, order was restored and the games began. Kathy's teaching experience was immediately on display as she led games the girls enjoyed. After the first one, Amy came to Eric and Layla.

"Amy, this is Layla. Layla, this is Amy." Layla dropped to her knees to be at eye level.

"Are you my daddy's new friend?"

"Yes, I am and I'm excited to meet you."

"Layla is a pretty name."

"Thank you. So is Amy."

"My real name is Amanda."

"That's also a very pretty name. Happy Birthday."

"Thank you. I'm four. How old are you?"

"I'm 21."

"My daddy's 24."

"Is he too old for me?"

Eric shook his head and looked away.

"Not yet," Amy replied. "Do you like him?"

"Very much."

Amy then turned and ran to her friends to continue playing games. Layla recorded as much as she could. After an hour, all the kids sat in a circle and each gave Amy their gift as Layla recorded the event. Eric had purchased a gift for each of the girls attending the party and they were thrilled as they opened them. When Amy opened the last of the girls' gifts, Eric and Steve brought in the big one from the garage. Amy tore into the gift-wrap and stood back in total awe.

The house appeared to be an exact replica of the one they were in. It was beautiful. Eric and Layla were as surprised as Amy.

Amy finally asked, "How did you do this, granddaddy? You shrunk my house."

Everyone laughed. Steve replied, "No sweetheart, I just made you a copy of it."

"I love it." She ran into his arms and kissed him. "You're the best granddaddy ever." All the girls gathered around as Steve opened each room from the back. Layla gave Amy her 12 gifts and, as she opened each one, helped her decide which room to put it in.

Eric's gift was last. "Amy, I have a school break coming at the end of the year and I'd like for us to spend a week at Disney World in Florida. Would you like to go with me?"

"Is that where Mickey Mouse lives?"

"Sure is."

She stepped into her daddy's arms and kissed him. "Thank you daddy. Can Layla go with us?" Eric glanced at Layla who smiled.

"We need to ask her. Can you do that?"

Amy stepped over in front of Layla and smiled. "Will you go with me to see Mickey Mouse?"

"Yes, I will. Thank you for inviting me."

"You're welcome."

Eric looked at Layla and grinned. Amy ran over to her dollhouse to play with the other girls.

"That was a very interesting way to invite me," Layla whispered.

"I had no idea she would do that. I'm sorry. If you can't go, I can fix it up with her."

"Are you kidding, Mickey is my all-time favorite character."




Three Sisters of Delta Gamma Ch. 03



The children enjoyed the ice cream and cupcakes. Amy's had candles to blow out as everyone sang. The parents returned one by one and picked up their child, stopping long enough to admire the dollhouse and meet Layla. The children were very well mannered and each stopped to thank Eric and his parents for being invited to the party. Layla was very impressed.

The cleanup was quickly done, and Eric invited Layla and Amy to take a walk along the river while it was still daylight. The trees were in their full fall colors of red, orange, and yellow, and the fresh breeze required only lightweight jackets. The river was calm with millions of floating leaves slowly making their way to the Atlanta Ocean.

Amy insisted on holding her daddy's hand as they walked down the path until they came to a large rock where the two often sat and watched the river. When the three climbed onto the rock, Amy crawled into Layla's lap and snuggled into her arms. Eric and Layla glanced at each other and smiled. Then the big question came.

"Layla, I like you?"

"I like you too."

"Would you be my new mommy?"

Tears came to Layla's eyes. Amy's question was so pure and so innocent and from the heart of a little girl who needed a mom.

"Amy, nothing would please me more than to be the mommy of a little girl just like you. Your daddy and I need time to make that decision."

"Okay."

Eric and Layla were surprised by that response. After a moment, Layla thought that just maybe anything other than 'no' was acceptable at this point.

"Amy, maybe you can come spend some time with me while your dad is in class or working. Would you like that?"

"Can I bring Miss Annie?"

Eric added, "Miss Annie is her favorite doll."

"Of course you can bring Miss Annie. I'm sure she'd like to hang out with us."

"Okay."

Layla and Eric smiled. She had answered the question and Amy seemed satisfied for now. They walked back to the house just as the sun set. Steve was on the patio grilling steaks for the adults and a hot dog for Amy. The charcoal fire and seared beef smelled wonderful in the fresh air. Eric stayed to visit with his dad while Amy took Layla to see her room. 

Amy introduced her to Miss Annie, Mr. Joe and his dog Tick Tock. Layla was impressed by her toy collection. They sat on the floor and played, almost forgetting the time. Kathy interrupted them to say that dinner was ready and Amy went running down the stairs. When she was out of earshot, Kathy asked Layla, "Did she ask you to be her mommy?"

Layla smiled and replied, "She did. I told her I'd love to be the mommy of a little girl just like her but that her daddy and I needed time to decide that."

"Great answer. Steve and I are praying every night that Eric will find the right person. Both of them need the love of a special woman."

They walked together to dinner. Steve asked the blessing and the talk turned to Amy's party and how much fun it was. The steaks were perfect and both Eric and Layla stuffed themselves.

Amy's bedtime came quickly. Steve, as usual, stood to take her up and read one of her favorite stories when Amy asked, "Granddaddy, could Layla read to me?"

He smiled and looked at Layla who nodded. "Of course, sweetheart," he replied.

All eyes were focused on Layla as she stood and took Amy's hand. They walked up the stairs. Kathy smiled at Eric who said, "She's the one."

Kathy replied, "I think so too. Her personality and way of interacting with the children and their parents said volumes."

Steve added, "You're not going to find a prettier girl. I really like her."  

Amy changed to her pajamas and brushed her teeth. Rather than crawl under the covers, she insisted on sitting in Layla's lap in a large armchair normally reserved for granddaddy. She had selected a book named "Where the Sidewalk Ends" by Shel Silverstein. Layla remembered this book from her childhood but was surprised that a four year old could comprehend and enjoy it.

These cute poems elicited many giggles and laughs for more than twenty minutes, often with Amy reciting the lines as Layla read. It was obvious that she had memorized them. 

For the first time in her life, Layla could feel a real emotional attachment to a young child. She fit perfectly in Layla's lap, snuggled into her arms and chest. As she read, Amy seemed to doze off a time or two before actually falling asleep. Layla stood and carried her to the bed and tucked her in. She couldn't help but lean over and kiss this precious child on the cheek as she slept. 

She turned to leave and saw Eric standing in the doorway. She whispered, "How long have you been watching?" 

"Long enough." 

She wrapped her arms around his waist and they hugged. It had been a perfect day but it was time to drive home. They walked downstairs and collected the camcorder and their jackets. Kathy and Steve gave them big hugs and genuine smiles as they said their farewells. Layla asked Kathy, "Would you mind if I occasionally call Amy and just chat a while?"

"She would love it."


****


The next few weeks went quickly. All three sisters were fully booked with classes, sorority events and boys. Julia and Cliff spent two weekends together, one of them visiting his family in Sussex County, and had many dinner dates. Julia appeared to be very happy with their relationship and she often talked about Cliff when the sisters were alone. 

Susanna entertained David and a few handsome guys at the house. She had no interest in finding a mate at this point in her life. There would be plenty of time for that once she graduated and returned to the South.

Eric and Layla's relationship bloomed. He often came for breakfast following his night shifts and they had a few "afternoon delight" sessions when schedules allowed. They were quickly falling in love. Layla had never been happier.

Eric brought Amy to visit one Saturday when he was working a day shift. Layla and Amy went clothes shopping that morning and Amy helped pick out a new outfit for Layla. She had never been allowed to go clothes shopping with her grandma so her trip to the young girl's section at Macy's was exciting. Layla told Amy to choose two new outfits, and Layla helped her try them on in the dressing room like big girls do.

As previously arranged, they met Susanna and Julia for lunch at an Italian eatery. Amy was into spaghetti, which she insisted on cutting herself. Layla showed her how to twirl it onto a fork using a spoon to guide it. While Amy showed great promise, she didn't quite master it that day. Susanna and Julia were fascinated by Amy's ability to participate in conversations with a vocabulary they believed was far beyond a normal child of her age.

Amy and Layla watched National Geographic nature movies during the afternoon and Layla taught her how to pop popcorn the old fashioned way... in a covered pot. When Eric's shift ended, the three went to dinner at a restaurant on the C&D canal that connected the Chesapeake Bay and the Delaware River. Amy was thrilled to see several large ships come by their table during dinner. The restaurant manager announced the name of each ship, the name of the master, the country of registry and its destination. When they returned to the house, Amy helped look up the destinations on Google Maps so she could see where the ships were going.

Layla's big surprise for Amy was the birthday video. As everyone gathered in front of the big TV, the music began and the title slides scrolled across the screen. Amy climbed into Layla's lap with Miss Annie and laughed, screamed and pointed as each of her friends were shown, the games played, the presents opened and the candles blown out. Eric was surprised by the perfect quality of the video and the editing. Amy was delighted and hugged and kissed Layla several times. Susanna and Julia hugged Amy and congratulated her on becoming such a big girl.

Eric and Amy spent the night at the house. Amy insisted on sleeping with Layla; Eric was assigned an air mattress on the floor. During the night, she could feel Amy snuggling against her back, trying to get as close as she could. Layla turned and pulled her into a hug. Amy whispered, "I love you, mommy."

Layla's heart skipped as she responded, "I love you too, Amy. Let's go to sleep now." Tears flowed from Layla's eyes.

Breakfast for Amy was a pancake shaped like Mickey's head with chocolate chips for the eyes and mouth. Eric pretended he was jealous and upset that his were only round and plain brown. When it was time for them to leave, Layla picked up Amy and Miss Annie and hugged them. Amy wrapped her arms and legs around Layla, and both had tears welling.

"Don't cry mommy. I'll be back." They kissed.

"I can't wait. You and Miss Annie be very good for grandma and granddaddy, all right?"

"We will."

"I'll call you soon."

"Okay."

Layla and Eric kissed, as you should in front of a child. "I'll call you tonight," he said. He opened the car door and Amy crawled into her seat. After he buckled her in and closed the door, he turned for one more kiss.

"Oh, by the way. I'd like for you and Amy to spend Thanksgiving with my family in Radnor. I know it's still a couple of weeks away but are you off that day?"

"Yes. They don't let us part-timers work overtime on holidays. According to the preliminary schedule, I do have to work on the black Friday late shift, however."

"That's great. I want you to meet everyone and see what you're getting into to." Both laughed. "I'll keep Amy on Friday while you work."

"Do you think they'll like me?" he asked.

Layla joked, "Probably not, but they will love Amy." Both grinned.

"So Amy is my admission ticket?"

"You got it." They laughed and kissed again.

Layla stood outside and watched his car drive away. She and Amy waved at each other until they were out of sight. Layla went straight to her bedroom and closed the door. She wanted to have a good happy cry and not be disturbed. In just a couple of months, her entire outlook on life had changed. The valley of darkness following the rape had become a mountaintop where she could see all that was good in the world.



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Three Sisters of Delta Gamma Ch. 04



Thank you for reading my story. If you've not yet read the first three chapters, please do so now. This is very important. Please enjoy and remember this is fiction. 








Three Sisters of Delta Gamma Ch. 04



"I will."



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Eric was scheduled to work the day shifts on Saturday and Sunday. He arrived at the house in time for dinner Friday evening and Layla was anxiously waiting. It had been several days since they last spent quality time together... tonight was for catch-up. They grilled hamburgers and talked about the weekend.

"I was with Amy all day and she's very excited about your time together this weekend."

"I was thinking about taking her to Lancaster County and visit the Amish communities. Has she been there?"

"Not to my knowledge."

"I think she'll enjoy seeing the horse-drawn carriages and the people. I have a few favorite places for food and sightseeing. They're probably still harvesting some of the crops or preparing the fields so we might see some draft horse teams."

"I'd enjoy that and I believe Amy would. But just spending time with you is what she really wants. Mom says she often talks about you."

"Tomorrow evening, Cliff and maybe another guy will be spending the night. They know Amy will be here and have promised to behave. Is that okay with you?"

"Amy enjoys being around lots of adults. I'm sure it'll be fine."

"Cliff is bringing someone named Charles to meet Susanna. Cliff vouches for him so I'm sure he'll be fine."

"Yeah, Cliff is a good guy. I really like him. Did he tell you we had a call-out to his fraternity house yesterday?"

"No! I haven't seen him in a couple of days. What happened?"

"A girlfriend of one of the brothers scratched the crap out of another brother. She did a number on him with her fingernails and teeth, but we patched him up. Neither wanted to press charges."

"Let me guess, was her name Ashley?"

He frowned and thought for a few seconds. "I think so."

"That figures. She was dumped by one of the brothers named Jason but she's now dating Ben in the same fraternity."

"I do remember the victim's name was Jason."

"Our first contracted video is for Ben and Ashley on Monday night."

He laughed. "All I can advise is don't make her mad. That girl is tough and fights like a bobcat."

"Speaking of tough girls, when am I going to meet your roommate?"

"Any time. Let me see if she's home."

Eric called.

"Hey Michelle.

"I'm over at Layla's. She wants to meet you. Are you going to be home in about an hour?

"Good.

"Don't worry about that.

"We'll bring the beer.

"Great, see you then." He ended the call.

"Michelle is home and expecting us after dinner."

"I know you think I'm weird but we girls don't like our men living with other women."

"You think it's impossible for a man to live with a woman without having sex with her?"

"You've lived with her for two years. And you expect me to believe you never made love to her?"

"That's what I'm saying. When we decided to rent a place together, we agreed that it would be just to save money. There is not and has never been any physical connection between her and me. We are very good friends and help each other with classes but that's it." Eric decided to let Michelle tell Layla the rest of the story.

"Well, okay. I look forward to meeting her." Layla still had her doubts.



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Eric took Layla to the condo in Hockessin, Delaware, about five miles from the campus. These were very nice, modern units built about five years earlier. Michelle answered the door.

"Layla, it's a real pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise, Michelle, and you're not the soldier type I expected." Michelle was a beautiful black woman with a wonderful smile. She stood at least 5'9" and appeared to be very firm and fit.

Michelle laughed and asked, "What did you expect?"

"Certainly not a drop-dead gorgeous woman like you."

"Awww, you're sweet. Look at yourself, my goodness. Please come in."

Eric carried a six-pack of Blue Moon ale, Michelle's favorite beer and they walked to the kitchen.

"This condo is fantastic. Did you two decorate it?"

"Yeah, we did. Some of the furniture was used when we bought it but it was clean and functional."

Eric added, "Michelle has a good sense of style and a taste for decorating so she did all of that."

"Please have a seat. I quickly made some cookies when Eric told me you were coming. They're just about ready."

"I thought I smelled fresh baked cookies. This is unbelievable."

Eric replied, "She often makes them. Michelle is also a wonderful bread maker. I wish I could bake like her."

Over the next ten minutes, they talked about their university studies, munched on warm chocolate chip cookies and drank beer. It was very relaxing and Layla finally built enough courage to ask her the big question.

"Michelle, I am so impressed by you. I can't believe that Eric has been able to resist your obvious charms. But he swears you two are just best friends. Is he lying to me?"

Michelle and Eric laughed.

"Eric is one of my dearest friends and I think you will become another one. But we have a major difference. I'm a lesbian and have a girlfriend who I love very much. We both love Eric like he was our brother, and in many ways he is. Eric helped both of us whip a prescription drug habit, as only a brother would do. He loved us into breaking the habit."

Eric explained, "Michelle was badly wounded while serving in Afghanistan and was on pain killers much longer than she should have been. She was hooked when she came home and was really bad off when I first met her. Her partner, Gabby, was injured in a car accident and ended up being hooked on Vicodin and OxyContin."

Michelle added, "I met Gabby in a drug treatment center and we hit it off. But, it was only after Eric took me under his wing, that we made real progress toward recovery. We had some very rough days and nights and Eric was here for us every minute. He held me for hours as I shook with chills, cramps, and pain; I wanted to just die but he willed me to live."

"She was a wreck but she whipped it. We didn't leave this condo until all the withdrawal symptoms were gone. It took eight days."

Michelle reached across the table and took Eric's hand. "Layla, he will forever be my hero. Gabby had almost as bad a time of it as I did and Eric saved her life like he did mine. We love him dearly. You have a precious man who obviously loves you."

Tears ran down both Layla's and Michelle's cheeks. They stood and hugged each other for several moments.

 

****

 

Eric and Layla went to bed early since he had to be at work by 6:00am. Their lovemaking was very tender but passionate. They totally yielded themselves to each other. She felt an amazing fullness and warmth as he entered her, much more than she remembered. Her heartbeat raced as his strokes eased in and out. When the pace quickened and his spurts followed, she gazed into his eyes and would have followed him to the ends of the earth. She was totally his, in every way. When the orgasmic lightning flashed through her loins Layla was sated and quickly fell asleep.

She awakened to the sound of Eric flushing the toilet. Layla slipped on her robe and walked to the bathroom as he was stepping into the shower. They smiled and briefly kissed before she peed and brushed her teeth. By the time he was dressed, the coffee was hot and a BLT sandwich was ready for his breakfast.

Eric came to the kitchen and kissed her again. They held each other for a moment before he said, "I love you" for the very first time.

Layla was elated. She pulled back, smiled and said "I love you, Eric, with all my heart." They kissed again.

Eric said, "After I get off, I need to run some errands and go by the condo so it will probably be time to go to dinner when I get here."

"I'm going up early to get Amy. Call if anything changes and we'll plan to be here when you come."

"How about dinner at the Union City Grille?" Eric asked.

"That'd be great. I've not been there in over a year."

"The owner came by the station last week and gave us a stack of gift certificates. One of our units treated his son who had been hit by a car in a parking lot. He was very grateful and said that the son is going to make a full recovery."

"Do things like that happen often?"

"Kids being hit by cars?"

"No, silly. People giving gifts to the paramedics and firefighters."

"It does happen. People are very appreciative of our efforts. Many times it's cookies, cakes or pies."

"I'll have to bake my mom's lasagna for your guys. I appreciate your efforts also." They both grinned.

"I love tasty Italian dishes, especially when they're yours."

Layla giggled at the obvious double entendre. "Be safe and go save lives."



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Layla arrived at the Belton's house later that morning.

Kathy greeted her at the door. "Great to see you again, Layla. Amy is so excited about you coming."

"I'm excited to spend some time with her."

Amy came running into the foyer and hugged Layla around her hips. Layla dropped to her knees and gave her a tender hug and kiss.

"Mommy, I'm ready."

"Is Miss Annie coming?"

"No, she wants to rest this weekend."

Layla grinned. "I know how she must feel. It takes a lot of energy to keep up with you."

Kathy laughed and nodded.

"You have a bag for overnight?"

"Yes, I'll get it." She ran away and up the stairs as fast as she could.

Kathy asked, "Do you see what I mean? She is over the top with excitement."

In just a moment, Layla heard the bag bouncing off each step as Amy pulled it behind her down the stairs. When she returned dragging it into the foyer, it was obvious that Amy was planning to stay a while. The bag was as big as Amy and it was heavy.

"She insisted on packing it herself so I don't know what she's taking," Kathy said.

"Amy, do you have clothes or toys in the bag?" Layla asked.

"Both."

"What about your toothbrush and pajamas?"

"Of course I have those. I'm staying overnight."

Layla smiled at Kathy. "Well, then let's go."

Amy quickly hugged and kissed her grandma and started dragging her bag to the door.

"Here, let me get that bag for you."

"No mommy, I can do it." Layla opened the door and watched Amy drag it all the way to the car.

Layla hugged Kathy and said, "I can't wait to see what's in that bag."

"Me too. Have a great weekend."

Layla loaded the bag, which must have weighed 20 pounds, into the car and strapped Amy into her child seat. As they drove away, Layla asked, "Is there anything special you want to do today?"

"I just want to be with you, mommy."

Tears came momentarily to Layla's eyes. "I was thinking about driving over to Lancaster and showing you some horses and very special people who take care of them. Would you like that?"

"Yes, I like horses."

"There's also a very nice place to have lunch and then we can go taste all kinds of jams and jellies at a very interesting store. Do you like jam and jelly?"

"Yes, especially with peanut butter."

"We'll pick out some you like."

"Mommy, is daddy coming to see the horses?"

"No, he's working today sweetheart. We'll see him late this afternoon and have dinner together."

"Okay."

The drive over to Lancaster County was beautiful. They passed many farms and dozens of horse-drawn buggies, carriages and wagons. The Amish came to this area in the early 1800's from Switzerland and Southern Germany and still live, in some ways, like they did then. They tried to remain separate from the world but modern culture infiltrated their lives in many ways. Still, they use horses to pull buggies on the road and draft horses or mules rather than tractors in the fields. They don't drive cars after they join the church around the age of 18 but they do hire drivers with vans for longer trips. They are friendly people and tolerate the tourists because the tourists bring money and create jobs. To the casual observer, the Amish may appear backward and ignorant but the opposite is true. They are very astute business people, well read and work very hard. Still, they live the way they want as they follow their religious teachings.

Layla saw a beautiful team of six Belgian draft horses near the road ahead. She stopped the car and parked it to the side of the road so that she and Amy could get a good look as they came by. They stood outside the car as these massive but beautiful animals came toward them pulling a very large implement of some type.

To Layla's surprise, the young Amish man halted the team next to the fence and smiled at Amy and Layla.

"Hello," he said. "Do you like horses?"

"They are very big," Amy replied.

"Yes they are. They are also very strong and very friendly. Would you like to meet them? They won't mind."

"May I?"

Layla smiled and lifted Amy across the fence and into the arms of the drover. "My name is Amy. What's yours?"

"I'm Josh."

"And I'm Layla. It's very nice of you to stop and talk."

"The horses needed a rest. We've been working since daybreak."

Josh carried Amy to the front center of the team. The Belgians stood six abreast and each fidgeted, snorted and blinked as they stared at Amy.

Josh said, "This one is Terry. He's the boss and the others follow him. He's ten years old. You can rub his nose if you want."

Amy reached over and rubbed up and down the massive nose of this 2000-pound horse as he passively stared at her, occasionally blinking.

Layla asked, "May I take a photo of her touching his nose?"

"Yes, but please don't photograph me. It's against our beliefs."

Layla climbed over the fence and walked in close to get only Amy and Terry in the iPhone picture. She then showed it to Josh so he could see that his beliefs were respected. Amy and Layla thanked him and returned to the car as he waved and drove the team on.

As soon as the car was underway, a distinct smell permeated the air.

"Amy, your hands smell like horse. When we stop, let's wash them."

"Yes mommy. I think they smell good. I like Terry."

"He's a nice horse. It was very kind of Josh to let you pet him."

"I know."

The next stop was the Kitchen Kettle Village, a collection of shops and cafes that are very popular with the tourists. The primary store is actually a large kitchen where dozens of different jams, jellies, and relishes are made daily. They also bake pies, cookies, and specialties like "whoopee pies," a round chocolate devil's food pie about three inches in diameter, stuffed with a sweet creamy white filling. They reminded Layla of huge Oreo cookies but with a soft, moist cake rather than the hard chocolate cookie.

The kitchen store had stands holding open jars of all the items they sold. After washing Amy's hands in the ladies room, Layla used a plastic knife to give her samples on tiny crackers. They had a grand time and must have tasted two dozen or more jams and jellies. Amy picked out six she liked, and Layla added small jars of them to her basket. At the bakery, they decided on three whoopee pies and six snickerdoodle cookies that are a little like soft sugar cookies with a crystal sugar and cinnamon topping.

For lunch, Layla drove to the Bird-in-Hand Restaurant that served lots of traditional foods favored by the local German descendants. Amy was excited to see a children's buffet in the shape of Noah's Ark and she helped herself to vegetable soup, fish sticks, chicken fingers and French fries. She topped that off with a dish of soft ice cream and rainbow sprinkles.

The next stop was Abe's Buggy Rides. Layla and Amy climbed into a traditional horse-drawn Amish buggy and took a very pleasant 30-minute ride through the countryside with a nice man driving a beautiful horse.

It was time to head home and it was a quiet trip. Amy fell asleep after just a few minutes and woke only when Layla pulled into the garage an hour later.

"Amy, let's take everything inside. This time, let me take your overnight bag and you carry our purchases."

"Okay."

"Do you want to sleep in mommy and daddy's bedroom tonight or do you want the guest bedroom?"

"I want to sleep with you, mommy."

"Then let's put your bag in our room. We need to take our showers before daddy gets home so we'll be ready for dinner."

"Okay."

Layla carried Amy's heavy bag up the stairs and into the bedroom with Amy following closely.

"What do you have in this bag, young lady?"

Amy opened it. "These are my clothes. Here's my Jenga game for us to play. I brought shoes and my soap and shampoo."

"What are those cans?"

"I like SpaghettiOs so I brought two cans for us. It's easier to eat than spaghetti like we had last time." It was very hard for Layla not to laugh. There must be enough clothes for a week and four pairs of shoes. The shampoo bottle was huge. In the bottom were five of her favorite books. No wonder the bag was so heavy.

"Do you want my help with the shower or can you do it yourself?"

"If you can make the water okay, I can wash myself."

Layla turned on the water and adjusted it while Amy undressed. She stepped into the shower and soaped herself like she'd done it many times before.

"Do you normally take a shower at home or a bath in the tub?"

"Grandma lets me decide. I do both. If granddaddy is helping me, I take a shower. He doesn't like cleaning the tub."

"Yeah, I don't blame him. Can you dry yourself or should I help?"

"I can do it."

Layla undressed and removed her makeup while Amy washed her small body under the flowing shower. Layla was surprised at how thorough she seemed to be, even when shampooing her hair. Her grandparents had done a superb job teaching her.

"Here's a towel, Amy. Let me jump in while the water is warm."

Five minutes later, Layla emerged refreshed and squeaky clean. Amy was waiting for her.

"Mommy, when I get big, will I look like you?"

"No, you will be much prettier than me."

"I want to look like you."

"Sweetheart, you will always have fair skin and light hair. I will always have darker skin and black hair."

"Why?"

"We are from different parts of the world. My family is from Italy and I think yours are probably from Northern Europe. We can ask your daddy to be sure. Our hair and skin color depends on where our ancestors lived."

"What does ancestor mean?"

"Our ancestors are our parents and their parents and on back for many years."

"Did you know my first mommy?"

"I'm sorry but I didn't know her."

"Grandma said she was very nice and that Jesus took her to live with Him in heaven."

"I'm sure your grandma is right."

"Why did Jesus take her away from me? Did I do something bad?"

Layla pulled Amy into a hug as tears flooded her eyes.

"No Amy. You didn't do anything bad. None of us know why Jesus took her. He wanted her in heaven for some reason that we don't know."

"Can I go to heaven and see her?"

"Someday, you will. But you have a lot to do here before that happens."

"Why?"

"Amy, I don't know why. None of us know when the day will come for us to leave here and go to heaven. So all of us must work and enjoy life here until that day. Sweetheart, your daddy and I would really miss you if you went now. We have a lot of great things to do together before that happens."

"I saw a picture of her one time at mom-mom and pop-pop's house."

"Who are they?"

"My first mommy's mom and dad. Daddy lets me visit them sometimes."

"Oh. That's good."

"Daddy doesn't have pictures of her."

"Amy, we need to get dressed. Daddy will be here soon. Ladies like us should always be dressed and look beautiful when the gentleman comes home."

"Okay. Can I put make-up on like you do?"

"No Amy. You are so pretty that you don't need make-up. I'll let you put a drop of fragrance on your neck, if you want."

"Okay."

Thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang and Amy ran to let her daddy in.

"Hi daddy. Mommy and I had a great time today."

"I'm glad to hear that, sweetheart." He picked her up into a hug and kiss.




Three Sisters of Delta Gamma Ch. 04



"Wow, you smell sweet, young lady."

"Thank you. Mommy let me use a drop of her fragrance."

A smiling Layla walked into the foyer. "Hi Eric." They kissed as Amy wrapped her free arm around Layla's shoulder. A tight three-way hug followed.

"We saw horses and I got to pet one. I had soft ice cream and we bought jelly and jam and cookies and rode in a buggy and I saw Noah's Ark and Terry, a big horse that smelled and Josh was very nice and I had fish sticks."

"That sounds like fun."

"It was. Mommy and I had fun."

"How was your day?" Layla asked.

"We had a rough one. I'll tell you about it later."

"You want something to drink or just go straight to the shower?"

"Let me get a shower and change for dinner. Amy, are you going to be hungry in about an hour?"

"I'll try." 

Layla and Eric laughed. "I'll try too, sweetheart," Layla whispered.

After Eric went upstairs, Layla and Amy watched three Mickey Mouse cartoons on the big TV and sipped lemonade. Susanna and Julia arrived just as the third one was ending. Both walked into the family room, straight to Amy and picked her up for big hugs and kisses.

"Amy, you look wonderful. I love that outfit," Susanna said.

"She's such a big girl, going to dinner with daddy and Layla," added Julia.

"Are you going with us?" asked Amy.

"No, we have dinner dates with two nice guys a little later tonight."

"I got to pet a horse today but mommy said he smelled. I had ice cream with sprinkles."

"That was fun, I'll bet." 

"Yes. Daddy is taking a shower." 

"We also need to take showers and get dressed. We will see you tomorrow morning for breakfast."

"Okay."



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The drive to Wilmington took about 30 minutes. The Union City Grille is on the corner of 8th and Union. Parking is always a challenge in this part of town and it was again this Saturday evening. This section is known as "Little Italy" due to the large concentration of Italian families who chose to live there. The restaurants here are some of the best in town. Eric found a spot on the corner of 6th and Union after several minutes of searching.

As the three walked hand-in-hand down Union Street, Layla glanced into a car parked along the curb and was shocked that she recognized a man looking back at her. She quickly looked away and down the street, praying that Eric hadn't noticed her fleeting surprise. The man was Mario, one of Leonardo's men. The only reason he would be in Wilmington was to fulfill an order. Something was going to happen and it could be dangerous. Tingles of fear raced through her.

Layla walked quickly ahead, pulling Amy's hand a little too hard.

"Mommy, slow down."

"Layla, what's wrong? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"I'm sorry. Just hungry, I suppose."

"Honey, they have plenty of food, I'll bet. No reason to hurry."

Layla looked over her shoulder at Eric who instantly recognized fear in her eyes. Because of Amy, he didn't say anything before picking her up and walking quickly with Layla down the sidewalk. He knew something was wrong but he'd have to find out later.

Layla asked the hostess for a table near the back of the restaurant rather than the one reserved for them near the street. Eric again sensed her fear and didn't object. His gut told him to do everything she said. Even he was getting scared at that point.

Although Layla and Eric were tense, the dinner was excellent and all three had great meals with efficient and friendly service. They shared a delicious chocolate lava cake with chocolate ice cream for dessert. Layla was very quiet during the meal and Eric had to do his best to entertain Amy.

Layla helped Amy with the trip to the ladies room. While they were away, Eric noticed the flashing lights of a police cruiser go by. After leaving the tip that was not covered by the gift certificate, Eric said it was time to leave.

As they turned to go up the street, they could see police cars' flashing blue lights a block ahead and people gathered on the street and sidewalk. Telling her to wait, Eric quickly ran to the scene and offered to assist until the city's paramedics arrived. Layla stopped and picked up Amy, not allowing her to go closer to the scene. Amy began crying, afraid for her daddy. In about five minutes, Eric returned and said he was too late. An elderly man and two younger ones had been shot.

"Let's get Amy home, now," he said. They crossed the street and walked to where their car was parked. Sirens blared as the emergency response teams arrived. Eric strapped Amy in and drove rapidly away. He and Layla glanced at each other and he realized that she knew before dinner that there was going to be a hit. His heart sank and fear coursed through him.

They were back at the house just as Cliff and Charles arrived. All greeted each other and shook hands outside on the driveway. Charles was very tall, at least 6'4" and very muscular from playing football.

Amy ran ahead and rang the doorbell. Julia opened the door and seemed surprised by five people standing there when only two were expected.

Susanna entered the foyer and stopped in her tracks. "OH MY GOD! Charles Zachery!"

"Susanna Reeves! My goodness. I had no idea you were here."

They briefly hugged and kissed each other's cheeks. Susanna explained, "Charles and I went to the same high school in Raleigh. He was a year behind me, played football, and was so shy that he would never ask me out. I thought he was the cutest guy in the school."

"The reason I was so shy is that Susanna's date calendar was full. She was the most popular girl there and a guy had to almost win the lottery to get a date. I had no idea you even noticed me?"

"How could I not notice you, Charles? You were head and shoulders above every other guy and you took care to always look your best. I don't ever remember seeing you in jeans. Where did you go after graduation?"

"I didn't get a scholarship offer so I went to a junior college to work on my skills. Delaware gave me a scholarship just recently to play linebacker. I transferred here."

Julia said, "Come in and visit. You met Eric, Layla and Amy, I see."

Cliff responded, "We all arrived together and I introduced Charles to everyone." 

Susanna took Charles' arm as everyone walked to the family room. Amy surprised everyone by running upstairs and returning with her Jenga game. 

"Amy, your daddy and I will play with you after the others leave for dinner."

"I want everyone to play." 

Julia replied, "We will, sweetheart. Tomorrow after breakfast, we will have a Jenga tournament and you will probably beat all of us. But we have to leave for dinner now." 

Amy was sad but replied, "Okay." 

Susanna added, "Amy, I promise you we'll have a great time playing tomorrow. Please don't be sad, honey. We love you." 

"Okay, I love you too." She walked over to Layla, who picked her up and kissed her. 

After the four left, Eric set up the Jenga blocks and the three of them played for about an hour. Amy was good and won several times.

She was getting very tired as 8pm approached and Layla carried her to bed. She waited while Amy put on her pajamas and brushed her teeth before choosing one of the five books she'd packed.

The title was "Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus" and it was a hoot to read. Amy obviously had heard it read often; she had memorized the words and repeated them along with Layla. At one point, Layla just stopped reading and Amy continued on to the end of the chapter, as if she were actually reading. Layla was shocked, as these were not easy words that a child her age would know.

When Amy dozed off and was properly tucked into the queen size bed, Layla returned to the family room and sat beside Eric. She knew what was coming and it didn't take long to get there.

"Please tell me what happened tonight," Eric politely demanded.

Layla sat there, not knowing what to say but knowing silence wasn't an option. "I saw something in a car parked along the curb that scared me. There was a gun lying on a guy's lap."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"It was none of our business. If you butt into things around town that are none of your business, it will get nasty in a hurry."

"Layla, three guys were killed tonight. It was clearly a well-planned hit. You must go to the police and tell them what you saw."

"No I won't. Those guys probably had it coming."

"Honey, just listen to you. We can't just decide to not get involved and let these murderers go free."

"Oh yes we can. Eric, I'm not going to the police. All I saw was a pistol lying in a guy's lap. You can see that everyday in South Philly."

"Amy was in danger, Layla."

"That's why I insisted we sit in the rear of the restaurant. I had a feeling that something was going down and I wanted us away from any stray bullets."

"Why didn't we just keep on walking and work our way back to the car?"

"How would I explain that in front of Amy? And if we did, we could have been shot on a side street. Honey, listen. I just had a feeling, that's all. It scared me and I did what I could to protect us. We had a great meal and nothing happened to us."

"Layla, I also have a feeling. I think you're not telling me everything you know."

Layla was afraid to look at him. He could probably tell she was lying if he saw her eyes. Instead, she stood and walked to the fridge for two beers. She plopped down on the sofa next to him and handed him a beer before saying, "If you grew up in the part of town I did, you would recognize when something is not right and danger is close. I can't explain it but I just know. When I saw that car with four guys and a gun, I knew something was about to happen. That was a classic hit between two organized crime families, just like has been going on for generations."

He replied, "You may be right. Let's listen to the news late tonight and see what's said. Is there anyway you could identify the men you saw?"

"No. Even if I could, I wouldn't."

Eric didn't like the way she looked down when she said that; but he couldn't force her to tell the authorities. His biggest concern was the safety of Amy. At least if Layla stayed quiet on what she saw, Amy would be safer with her. If Layla became a target, they would all be in danger.

"Eric, let's talk about something else. You said you had a rough day. What happened?"

"We responded to a hit and run. A woman and a five-year old girl were struck in a crosswalk. The little girl died in my arms. I knew she was dying and the only thing I could do was hold her close to me as she passed. She was no bigger than Amy. I sat there and cried like a baby as I held her little body."

"Oh Jeez. That's awful."

"Her mom was killed instantly. The father came while we were still there and it was just pitiful. That was the most emotionally involved I think I've ever been with victims. I imagined that being you and Amy."

They sat side by side for many minutes, holding hands with tears flowing, not saying a word. How could the world be so good one moment and so evil the next?

"Amy told me today that she saw a picture of her first mom at mom-mom and pop-pop's house. Who are they?"

"They're Melissa's parents, Silvia and Bernie Thompson. Layla, I need to own up to something I've been keeping from you. I've been sitting here demanding that you tell me the truth but I haven't been totally honest with you about Melissa.

"She was not killed in a car accident like I told you. She was in the car accident and had been cheating on me, like I said. The guy driving was killed but Melissa survived. She was high on drugs and alcohol when it happened. When I arrived home on emergency leave, she was still in the hospital and was badly addicted to cocaine. Her boyfriend was a dealer and he gave her drugs as long as she turned tricks for him. She was working as a prostitute and he was her pimp.

"When she got out of the hospital, I tried my best to help her beat the habit and rehabilitate her but she would have nothing to do with treatment or with me. She disappeared one day while I was grocery shopping and I haven't seen her since. The police and a private investigator looked for her for a long time but she was gone.

"Amy was with my parents the entire time. Melissa never wanted to see her, however. It was like Melissa just gave up on life and everyone who meant anything to her. Then, suddenly she was gone and I never saw her again.

"After two years, I was able to get a divorce decree and took full custody of Amy when I was discharged. Even today, I have no idea what happened to Melissa."

"Did you tell Amy that she died?"

"Yes. That was the easiest way to explain it to her when she got old enough to understand. My parents and I have always told her that. Melissa's parents have never heard from her and agreed with me that Amy will always be told that her mother died. And, in a way, that is true. She's dead to all of us.

"After she left, the relationship I had with her parents sort of died. It wasn't their fault but I had too many terrible memories every time I saw them. After this went on for a while, Bernie called and asked if they could keep Amy occasionally just so they could watch her grow up. That made me realize they loved her just like my parents and I did. I take Amy to see them one weekend every six weeks or so. Melissa was their only child so Amy is the only progeny they have left. They live in Philly and he's a federal judge."

"She also said that you don't have any pictures of Melissa. Did you destroy all of them?"

"No. They're in storage and I'll give them to Amy some day in the future. Melissa cheated on me but she was still Amy's mom and when she's old enough, I'll tell her all about the love I had for her mom before she died. She should know all the good things about Melissa but that's down the road a few years."

Layla reclined on the sofa and placed her head in his lap. He stroked her hair and gazed into her eyes, thankful that she was there with him. 



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Three Sisters of Delta Gamma Ch. 05



I appreciate your attention to my story. This is fiction, no matter how real it may seem. I again urge you to read the chapters in order and not skip around. There are many subtle facts that are woven throughout the story that will be important to your enjoyment later. 







Three Sisters of Delta Gamma Ch. 05



"Did you sleep well, sweetheart?"

"It was okay. I missed Miss Annie."

"Layla said you gave her a weekend off to rest."

"Yes, but I still miss her. Mommy, can I have a cookie?"

"You can have one later. But for breakfast, we need to eat other good food. How about cereal and a banana?"

"Do you have strawberries?"

"I think so."

"Good, that's what I want." All the sisters decided on cereal with fruit and the four ladies sat around the table. Julia pulled two pillows from the sofa to make Amy a booster seat.

As they were finishing the cereal, Charles and Cliff came down, dressed for the day. The girls cheered that the sleepyheads were finally up. Both came to the table and leaned into their partners for quick kisses. They greeted Layla and Amy with sweet kisses on their cheeks.

Amy asked, "Can we play Jenga now?"

Layla replied, "Let's fix breakfast for the guys first. Can you help me?"

"Okay."

Julia helped Amy down from the pillows so she could follow Layla into the prep area of the kitchen. Cliff and Charles came along to get coffee before returning to the table.

Layla whispered to Amy who then came over to Cliff.

"Mommy wants to know if bacon, eggs and toast are okay for breakfast."

"That sounds wonderful to me, Amy. Charles is smiling so he wants that as well."

"Do you want your eggs fried or scrambled?"

"Fried would be good. How about for you, Charles?"

"Fried is fine with me, Amy."

"Okay."

Amy ran back to Layla and reported their choices. Charles leaned close to Susanna and whispered, "Is Layla actually her mom?"

She whispered, "No, Amy has started calling her that. Amy's mom died in a car accident when she was only one. Amy's been looking for a new mom. But none of us doubt that Layla will be her mom one of these days. She and Eric are perfect for each other and she loves Amy like she would her own child."

Layla asked, "Amy, could you get the bacon and eggs for me while I get the pan ready?" Amy opened the fridge and found the bacon in one of the bottom drawers. The eggs were up high and she couldn't reach them. As she started pushing a chair toward the fridge, Charles stood and walked toward her.

"Amy, let me help you with that." He lifted her so she could pull out the carton of eggs.

"Thank you. Here mommy. Mr. Charles helped me."

"Thanks Amy. Why don't you take a seat at the table while I fry the bacon." Amy ran over to the table and surprised everyone by going to Charles.

"May I sit in your lap?"

"Sure, sweetheart." He lifted her and she sat on his knees with her elbows on the table.

Julia said, "She likes your lap more than she likes those pillows."

Susanna whispered loud enough for everyone to hear, "I do too, Amy." Everyone smiled. "Amy, while the guys are eating, why don't you and I go up and get dressed? We need to choose outfits for you and me."

"Okay."

Julia added, "I'll go with you. Will you help me pick an outfit to wear?"

"Okay." With his help, Amy jumped down from Charles lap and took Susanna's hand to go up.

When they were out of earshot, Cliff asked, "You see what we mean about Amy?"

"She's only four?"

"Yes."

"That's very hard to believe. Four going on twelve."

"Exactly."

Upstairs, Amy was going through all her clothes to pick the ones she wanted for the day. Susanna gave her suggestions and helped decide which socks and shoes to wear.

"Let's take a shower, Amy, and make ourselves squeaky clean."

"Okay."

Susanna adjusted the water temperature and brought fresh towels before stripping and helping Amy remove her clothes. They stepped into the shower together. Amy began washing herself and said, "Aunt Susanna, you're pretty."

"Why thank you, Amy. I think you're a beautiful young lady."

"Mommy says I won't look like her when I grow up. Will I look like you?"

"That's possible. Your hair is probably going to turn lighter and be blonde like mine and I think you're going to be fairly tall since your dad is. You're definitely going to have a lovely face."

"Do you like Mr. Charles?"

"Yes I do."

"He's very nice. Did you let him use a drop of fragrance?"

"No. Why do you ask?"

"He smelled good this morning."

"I'm sure that was the body wash from my shower. He probably used it."

"I use soap. Mommy let me use a drop of her fragrance. Daddy liked it."

"Would you like a drop of mine?"

"Yes, please."

After they were dressed, Susanna handed the open fragrance bottle to Amy who expertly used one finger to put a drop on her neck.

"You did that very well and put it in the perfect spot."

"Mommy showed me."

"You really like mommy, don't you?"

"Oh yes. She's very nice to daddy and me. I have a good time with her."

"I know she likes you very much."

"She said that she and daddy need time to decide if she will be my new mommy. Why?"

"Sweetheart, she and your daddy need time to make sure they love each other. Love between a man and a woman takes time to develop and it's very important."

"How do you know if you love someone?"

"Amy, that's a very complicated subject. Can we talk about it later? Mommy is a better person to ask than me."

"Why?"

"I think she has more experience with love than I do."

"Okay."



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The girls joined the guys after they were dressed. Amy took her Jenga game and without any delay, the tournament was organized. Amy, Cliff and Charles challenged the three sisters with the winners getting to eat whoopee pies fed bite by bite to them by the losers. Amy came up with the idea for that bet, of course. It would be the best two out of three games to determine the winner.

As the first game proceeded, Cliff said, "We heard the police news conference a few minutes before you came down. That was a crime family hit last night. The target was a guy named Mascino who got out of prison early last week. He's the former head of the Philly Mob. He was in for extortion, racketeering and tax evasion but was widely suspected of being the killer of two of the Bonanno family in 2001. Mascino's son Sal was one of the others killed and the third guy was one of their men. The police believe this was a revenge killing and are now concerned that it's going to expand."

Layla said, "There will be others killed, I'm sure. None of the hits goes unanswered."

The victors cheered when Charles caused the first stack to fall, giving that game to the sisters. Amy stared at him, obviously not pleased with his performance. When the cheers died, Amy said, "Don't worry Mr. Charles. You'll get better." The sisters and Cliff hooted and hollered. Even Charles couldn't help but laugh.

The second game lasted much longer and Julia caused the precarious stack to fall. The two guys and Amy cheered and gave high-fives all around. Cliff said, "Don't worry Julia, you'll get better." Amy and the guys laughed. Julia pretended to be hurt and rubbed her eyes like she was crying.

Amy went around the table and hugged her. "I'm sorry Aunt Julia. Please don't cry."

Julia smiled and hugged her. "I'm not crying, sweetheart. I want Mr. Cliff to feel bad for what he said."

Amy turned to Cliff and asked, "Do you feel bad?"

"I do, Amy." Cliff stood and walked around to Julia and apologized with a kiss.

Everyone grinned and the guys re-stacked the wooden blocks for the third and decisive game. It lasted even longer and the blocks wobbled several times as non-supporting blocks were eased out of the stack. It finally was Amy's turn and she looked scared. It appeared that no blocks could be removed without the stack crashing down. 

She finally reached for one near the top, which prompted Layla to ask, "Are you sure about that one, sweetheart?"

"Yes mommy." Amy took her little finger and slowly touched the block. To everyone's surprise, it moved. It seemed to take forever but Amy was persistent and eased it out of the stack using steady hands. Everyone let out a collective sigh as the block was extracted. Then it was Layla's turn as Amy returned to her seat. Charles reached over and hugged her and grinned.

The three sisters collectively studied the remaining stack. It was slowly swaying back and forth even without anyone touching it. Just the air currents from the central heating system were causing it to teeter. After at least a minute, the best one was chosen and Layla began trying to move it. Almost immediately, the stack leaned slowly, as if it was in slow motion, and crashed unceremoniously to the table. Cliff and Charles jumped up and cheered as they hugged Amy.

The sisters all looked devastated but that was for Amy's and the guys' benefit. None of them wanted whoopee pies anyway. They congratulated the winners who moved to the kitchen to collect their prize. The guys asked for coffee and Amy had a large glass of milk. The sisters cut each of the three whoopee pies into seven or eight bite-sized pieces. As the bet specified, each sat next to their victorious opponent and fed them one bite at a time. Susanna was a poor loser, however, and decided to take the last piece and rub it on Charles' nose. Everyone giggled as they looked at the chocolate cake and cream filling hanging off the nose of this huge man. Charles grabbed the squealing Susanna as she tried to flee and pulled her onto his lap. He held her down and wiped his cake-covered nose on her neck. Everyone laughed and Amy stared wide-eyed as they wrestled.

After calm was restored, Susanna and Charles walked upstairs to clean up. Cliff and Julia cleaned the kitchen while Layla and Amy found her favorite Disney channel cartoons. 

Upstairs, the action was getting warm with lots of kisses and caresses once the whoopee pie was removed. Susanna settled into Charles arms. He reached tentatively for her breast and gently squeezed it through her blouse and bra. When he slid his palm over her erect nipple, Susanna squirmed and grinned which encouraged him to continue. 

"I enjoyed kicking your tail in Jenga." 

"My tail needs to be kicked every now and then." 

"You've not been a bad girl, have you?" 

"Oh yes. I enjoy being bad. But we're not going to talk about that, are we?" 

"We should, don't you think?" 

"Maybe someday." She kissed him with renewed vigor and then looked into his eyes. Susanna traced his facial features and touched her fingers to his lips. 

"You're a very handsome man. Why did we waste so much time avoiding each other in high school?" 

"I was stupid, I suppose. Your beauty and personality cowed me. I felt so inferior to you and so humbled in your presence. But what I learned last night and today is how human and fun you are. You opened my eyes to possibilities that I never allowed myself to dream." 

"Charles, we'll dream them together."



****



Charles and Cliff left after a lunch of sandwiches as both had work to do for classes on Monday. Julia and Susanna decided to go shopping.

Eric arrived shortly after his shift ended. "Hi Daddy!" Amy ran into his arms.

"Hi Amy. How was your day?"

"I won and ate a whoopee pie."

"Congratulations."

"Mr. Charles and Mr. Cliff also won and Aunt Susanna rubbed whoopee pie on Mr. Charles nose and he rubbed his nose on her neck and they had a fight and went upstairs to clean up. They were happy when they came down."

"I'll bet they were."

Amy grinned as her daddy laughed. 

Layla walked into the foyer and leaned past Amy to kiss him. 

"Did you have a better shift today?" 

"Yeah, much better. Sundays are normally easier. We had only one call for a boy who fell out of a tree. He was shaken up and we transported him as a precaution. Sometimes, there's an internal injury and that needs to be evaluated. Christiana Hospital will check him out."

"When do you need to take Amy home?"

"Oh mommy," Amy whined. "I don't want to go home."

"Amy, you and I have to go to school tomorrow. I'm also sure Miss Annie is missing you."

Eric added, "Grandma and granddaddy are also missing you. Honey, I'm off tonight so I can stay with you and take you to school tomorrow morning."

A tear came to Amy's eyes. "Okay, but I have fun with mommy."

Layla responded, "Amy, I have fun with you but you and I have hard work to do in school. Sweetheart, this week is Thanksgiving and you'll spend the entire four-day holiday with me and daddy, I promise."

"Okay," she sadly replied.

"When are your mom and dad expecting us?" Eric asked.

"Late Thursday morning. I'll need to make some appetizers and cranberry relish to take. Thanksgiving dinner will be late afternoon. Are you still scheduled to work Friday?"

"Yeah, Friday night. I have to be there at 10:00 pm."

"We're invited to stay overnight Thursday with my parents, if you want. We'll come back here before you go to work on Friday. Maybe mom and I can make that lasagna for your team."

"That'd be great. How about we spend Saturday and Sunday with my parents? I'm off both days. You wouldn't have to come back here on Friday."

"Lovely. I do want to spend quality time with them."

"Sounds like a plan. Amy, let's get you packed."

"Honey, you relax and watch TV while I help Amy," Layla said. "There's lots of food and drinks in the fridge so help yourself." Layla took Amy's hand and walked upstairs.

"Mommy, I had a good time. Do I have to go home?"

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'll see you very soon and we'll have a great time."

"Will I get to go with you and daddy to see your mom and dad?"

"Of course you will. I promise you'll be with me all weekend."

"Okay." Amy was not happy but resigned to going home.

"Do you want to leave some of the books here for me to read you when you come back?"

"You can keep all of them here. I have others."

"What about some of these clothes?"

"I want to take them home. I wear them."

"What about the two cans of SpaghettiOs?"

"You can keep one can."

"Good, we'll have it when you come back."

Everything was packed in a few minutes and Layla carried the bag down, followed by Amy.

She ran to Eric and climbed into his lap as he munched on potato chips. Amy reached into the bag and took a few. "I'm ready to go, daddy."

"I am too."

Amy slid down and ran to Layla. "Thank you mommy. I had a good time." Layla picked her up and hugged her tightly and kissed her on the lips. Both had tears in their eyes.

"I love you, Amy. Please be good for grandma and granddaddy." 

"I love you, mommy. I will."

Layla walked with them to the car and strapped Amy into her seat. They kissed once again before Layla closed her door.

Eric said, "I'll call you tonight, sweetheart. I love you."

"I love you, Eric. Please be careful."

Layla watched his car drive away and waved at Amy until they were out of sight.



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Monday evening came quickly. Layla, Susanna and Julia arrived at the studio an hour before their appointment with Ben and Ashley. The lighting and sound equipment were set up and tested. All three camcorders were checked and fully charged batteries installed. The sisters sat in the conference room and talked through their shooting plan until Ashley and Ben arrived.

Layla greeted them at the door and locked it behind them.

"Good to see you two. Come in."

Susanna and Julia came into the reception area. "Julia, this is Ashley and Ben. Julia is one of our camera operators and will be assisting us with your video." They shook hands.

Ben asked, "Are you the Julia that Cliff is dating?"

"Yes."

"He talks about you all the time," Ben said. 

Julia smiled.

Susanna said, "Your makeup looks wonderful, Ashley. Girls, let's be sure to photograph her gorgeous face right at the beginning. Even though we won't put it in the main video, I'm sure she will want a copy of it for later on, maybe for her parents."

Ashley replied, "Thanks. They would appreciate that. I could put it in a Christmas card."

Layla said, "Exactly. Let's go into the bedroom where we'll be shooting tonight and talk about what we need to do in this session." They sat on the sofa and in the plush armchairs next to the king size bed.

Susanna led the discussion. "Tonight will be a lot of the soft but erotic foreplay leading up to the hard core scenes. There will be soft music playing with the opening scenes like you see on the major sites such as Dane Jones and Babes. The purpose is to build anticipation for the beautiful sex to come.

"Ashley, you and Ben will walk together through the door with Ashley blindfolded. Ben will lead you to the point marked on the floor and turn you to face him. He will slowly undo the buttons of your blouse and help you slip it off. You have no bra on so when the blouse comes off your shoulders your lovely breasts will be revealed. We will capture all of that using multiple camera angles.

"Ben, once her blouse is off, cup her breasts and slowly massage them. As her excitement builds, toy with her nipples as we will focus on them becoming hard and erect."

Layla added, "This scene is to set the tone that this will be a beautiful, intimate love story between two beautiful people. Any questions so far?"

Ashley asked, "Will I be blindfolded the entire time?"

"Yes, when we're actually shooting. As soon as I say 'cut,' remove your blindfold and review with me the three video clips we just took. Based on how they came out, we can decide to do another take or drive ahead. Please don't get discouraged if we have to do several takes. That normally is required to get the raw video we can edit properly."

Susanna asked, "Any other questions at this point?" There were none.

Layla said, "Well then, let's do scene one."

Julia stepped into the hallway to video the couple from behind as they walked through the hallway into the bedroom. Susanna and Layla were inside the bedroom with their camcorders.

Layla said, "Scene one, action."

Ben led the blindfolded Ashley as instructed until they were on the mark. He followed the directions perfectly and revealed Ashley's beautiful breasts and dark pink nipples to the bright video lights. As he rolled them between his fingers, each hardened as expected. Two cameras caught that exciting moment as her nipples grew longer and the areolas crinkled.

"Cut."

Susanna commented, "I think that was very good. Let's look at the clips."

They quickly loaded the memory into the three computers and reviewed the footage from all the angles. The HD quality and focus were spot on.

Ashley said, "I had no idea my nipples looked like that up close. There are a few little blond hairs all over my breasts. I've never noticed them. I am so embarrassed."

"Don't be," said Susanna. "That is perfectly fine and they don't distract at all from your sexual beauty. All women have those. You are a lovely woman and your breasts and nipples are a real asset to your beauty." Ashley was relieved and grateful for that compliment from such a lovely girl as Susanna.

"Before we move to scene two, let's take a few still shots of the scene we just videoed." Ashley and Ben performed that scene again while Susanna and Layla shot stills using their Nikon D7000 cameras.

The next scene was for Ben to remove her shorts and help her lay on a massage table that was beyond the bed. "Ashley, Ben is going to give you a massage using warm baby oil. You will start by lying on your stomach. Ben you will stay away from her face at all times. We don't want to damage her makeup. Otherwise, give her a great gentle massage. Start with her feet and toes and work up to her butt. Then start at her shoulders and arms and work down to her butt. Then really go for her bottom and slide your hand into her crack several times and rub her pussy. Ashley, your legs will be spread to allow us to get a great shot of your bottom and pussy lips as Ben massages them."

Layla continued, "This will be scene two. Everyone ready?" All nodded.




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Ashley blindfolded herself again and Layla called out, "Scene two, action."

Ben led the naked Ashley to the table as directed and helped her lie down. He took the warm oil and poured it into his hand and began massaging her calves and feet. Layla said, "Cut."

Susanna said, "Ben you're moving too fast. She's not going to run away so take your time. Let's go look at a massage I downloaded so you can see what we're looking for. Ashley and Ben watched the beautiful, sensual massage, not knowing that Susanna was actually the girl being massaged. Her face was not shown in the clip."

"Do you see how sensual this is? Slow but firm pressure is what we're expecting."

Ben replied, "Yeah, I see what you're talking about. Wow, that is one beautiful body on that girl."

"Ben, Ashley's body is just as pretty so keep you mind on her. She gets 100% of your attention tonight," Susanna replied.

"Let's try it again," Layla said.

They moved back into position and take two was much better. There were plenty of great video shots to edit and the stills looked good as well.

This continued on scene after scene. He massaged her torso, breasts and thighs and induced her first orgasm with an aggressive clit massage. She bounced on the table and gave plenty of moans to work into the edited video. The entire scene of Ben massaging her pussy was classic with many HD shots of her hard clit, pink gaping vagina, and the viscous fluid sticking to his hand.

Ashley deep throated Ben's erection while lying on the massage table. She impressively took it all. After an exciting teabagging, he shot a load onto her breasts and nipples. The final scene for the night was the filming of Ben eating Ashley's hairless pussy for several minutes as she ran her fingers through his hair. The orgasmic sounds were very realistic; she may have had another one, in fact. Julia noticed his cock was twitching while he licked Ashley's clit and she videoed from under the table as he shot a load onto the wood floor. That was unique video.

Layla said, "Let's call it a night. You two have given me very good material to edit. Tomorrow night, we'll do scenes of various love positions including the anal scene you wanted. Any questions?"

Ben asked, "Is this a typical video shoot, Susanna."

Susanna replied, "I guess. Why do you ask?"

"Well, I've seen some of your videos on the Internet and know you have a lot of experience. I thought I'd just ask."

"You must be mistaking me for someone else."

"You're not Blu Sky, the girl I've seen a few times?"

"No, but she looks like me. I wish I had her money."

"My mistake. Sorry."

"No problem. See you at the same time tomorrow night?"

"Yes, we'll be here."

Ben and Ashley dressed and were gone in a few minutes. Susanna turned to Julia and Layla and said, "I have to tell Charles soon about my movie career. Ben is going to keep pressing this and the whole fraternity will be talking about Blu Sky soon."

Julia replied, "Yes, you better do it soon and get it behind you. If it's a big deal to him, better to know that now before you have a lot of time invested in him."

Layla nodded. "I'll bet it's not going to be a big deal to him. He knows you've had lots of partners and are very experienced. You're not a prostitute, you're an actress."

"Yeah, but in some people's minds, it's the same thing," Susanna replied.

The girls returned home with their cameras and computers and Layla spent two hours reviewing the video and stills. She was pleased with the quality and began the editing.

Not long after she went to bed, Eric called.

"Hey sweetheart. How did the shoot go?"

"Good. We had very few re-takes and a quick look at our material was encouraging. We're doing another session tomorrow night and that might give us enough to complete the job. Ben and Ashley seemed pleased and excited to come back."

"That's good. It's quiet now so I thought I'd call."

"I'm glad you did. I had a wonderful time with you and Amy this weekend. I love that little girl like she was my own."

"It's clear she loves you."

"Eric, I'm sensing something in your voice tonight. Is there something wrong?"

Layla could hear him choking up as he talked. Fear filled her.

"Yeah, something is very, very wrong. Melissa has come home and is at her parents' house."

"OH GOD NO!" Tears followed the tingling fear and rushed to Layla's eyes. "Have you talked to her?"

"No, her dad called me this evening to let me know she came home on Saturday, the very night we were talking about her."

"What kind of shape is she in?"

"He said that it appears she has overcome her drug and alcohol addiction. He and Silvia were very pleased with her appearance and mental condition, according to what he told me. She's been gone two and a half years."

"What does she expect from you or Amy?"

"Bernie said that she wants to see me. He didn't mention Amy but I know that if she's recovered she'll want to see her."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know, Layla. I just don't know."

"Is there still any love in your heart for her?"

"No. To me she's been dead for a long time. Do I have some fond memories of her before her betrayal? Yes, I do. She was the love of my life all through high school and she gave me a beautiful daughter. But she tore my heart out."

"What are the options?"

"I can meet with her to see what she wants or I can decide to not meet with her and see what happens. She definitely knows we're divorced and I have full custody of Amy. Her dad confirmed that this evening."

"When do you have to decide?"

"If I agree to meet her, I want to do it during the coming long weekend. I'm not going to let Amy see her, however. There is too much at stake and Amy will not understand that her mommy is now back from the dead."

"How can I help?"

"Just pray for me, sweetheart. This was the farthest thing from my thoughts until his call tonight. If I'm right and she wants to see Amy, I'm going to show her the birthday video you made. Is that okay with you?"

"Of course it is. I'll make a copy for you to give her."

"Let's go ahead as we planned and be at your parents house on Thursday and Friday morning. I may run over and see her for a while on Friday if it seems that's the best thing. Do you want to go with me?"

"Eric, I don't think that would be right. You two need your privacy and I may cause more tension if I'm there. You don't need that."

"You're probably right. It should be between us. But I want to make sure you know this has no effect on our relationship. I am totally committed to you and our life together. You will be the best mommy Amy could possibly have and Melissa is not going to come between us."

"I love you, Eric. You're the center of my life and that's forever."

"I love you, Layla. Well, I better go to work. We're washing and cleaning our unit tonight. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight sweetheart. Come over when you get off in the morning. I'll have breakfast for you."

Layla lay there and thought of every bad thing that could happen. Melissa's returning scared her. She had every confidence that Eric was telling the truth; but who knows what will happen when he sees her again. Will that old dead flame suddenly come alive? If she has made a true recovery, will his compassion for her be renewed? How can she be back and Amy not see her? What if Melissa shows up at Kathy and Steve's home some day and demands to see Amy?

She tossed and turned during the night, unable to relax. Why did she have to come back? For the first time in many years, Layla stood and knelt beside her bed and prayed that God would intervene and give Eric and her the wisdom to deal with this situation.





End of Chapter 5. Please comment and vote. You are now half way through the story. 

Chapter 6 should be posted tomorrow or the following day.  



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"That's amazing. She was not into relationships from what you said but that changed all of a sudden."

"Julia and I were talking about that yesterday. We both think there has been an empty spot in her that she never allowed a guy to get near. It was like that with me for a long time. I didn't let a man into that part of my mind because I was afraid of being hurt."

"I think that her alluring beauty attracted too many of the wrong kind of guys and she knew that," Eric said. "She had fun with them but never let it get serious."

Layla replied, "Then Charles showed up again and knocked down the barriers. She told us that she used to dream about him in high school and really did want to date him. His shyness was terrible and she couldn't break through it. But that has changed now."

"Do you think they will fall in love?"

"Oh yes. She's hooked and I think he is too."

Amy asked, "Mommy, what does fall in love mean?"

"Eric, help me here." He smiled as Layla responded, "Amy, I think it means that two people have realized that they are perfect for each other and want to spend their lives together. They want only the very best for the other person and want to share and give each other the best life possible."

Eric added, "You know you're in love when the room lights up when Layla walks in. When she speaks, your entire focus is on what she is saying. When she smiles, my burdens seem to be lifted." Layla smiled and reached for his hand.

Amy asked, "Are you two in love yet?"

Layla responded, "I think we are."

"I also think we are," Eric added.

"So, are you going to be my new mommy now?"

Eric looked at Layla and they both rolled their eyes. They had been trapped by a four year old with their own words. Layla replied, "Amy, I am going to be your new mommy."

Amy crawled out of her chair and came around to hug Layla and her dad. Tears were running down her cheeks as he picked her up and kissed her. "I love you, mommy and daddy."

"We love you, sweetheart. We have to make a lot of plans for the wedding. Will you help us?"

"Okay. Can Miss Annie help?"

"Of course. We need all the help we can get." 



****



As they walked back to the house, Amy ran ahead and went bursting through the back door and upstairs to her grandma. "Layla is going to be my new mommy!" she screamed. Kathy picked her up.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, they're going to plan a wedding and Miss Annie and I will help. Let me down, grandma, I need to tell Miss Annie." She ran upstairs.

Kathy smiled and decided to wait for the full story. Layla and Eric walked in about a minute later and Kathy met them in the kitchen. "Amy came roaring through here and screamed that she's got a new mommy."

Eric and Layla about doubled over in laughter. "Where is she now?"

"She said she had to go tell Miss Annie something about planning a wedding."

"Oh my goodness," Layla giggled.

"Mom, Layla and I have decided to get married and Amy was the first to be told."

"Praise the Lord!" Kathy exclaimed. She pulled them both into a three-way hug and began crying. "You have no idea how often Steve and I prayed for this the last two months. We knew the first day you were here, Layla, that you were the one. I'm so thrilled that you two have made that commitment. Amy needs you and we all need you to be part of this family."

"Thank you, Mrs. Belton."

"Let me stop you right there. From now on, you call me mom and you call Steve dad."

Layla smiled and replied, "Thanks, mom. We need to tell my parents and they're going to be shocked. They haven't met Eric so tomorrow will be his grand debut. Please pray for us. My family is Italian Catholic and it's going to stretch them a bit to accept Eric. They will, for me, but it's going to a sensitive subject."

"I understand. Parents always have the ideal mate in mind for their children. But we are not in the old days of the parents doing the matchmaking, thank heavens, so it will work out."

"Please don't tell anyone of our plans until we announce it. It may be a while. I'd like to get you two together with my parents and let us officially tell everyone at the same time."

"That's perfect, Layla. When you give me the word, we'll invite your folks over for dinner and you can make the announcement. I'm not even going to tell Steve, but I think he will figure it out when Amy starts talking. And none of us will keep her quiet."

"I know," Layla said as Amy came running back downstairs with Miss Annie.

"Mommy, Miss Annie is very happy for me. Can you also be her mommy?"

"Of course I can. She'll be a perfect daughter I'm sure, exactly like you."

"Okay."

Kathy asked, "What would you like for dinner? I've kept my options open."

Eric replied, "I was thinking about buying trout or flounder filets and grilling them tonight." Layla smiled and nodded. She loved grilled fish.

"I think that'd be fantastic. Amy likes fish and we don't have it very often. Steve will be home in about an hour so we have plenty of time to prepare side dishes."

Layla asked, "Mom, can I make a linguini dish for us? My mother always serves it with grilled fish."

"That'd be lovely. I'll bet your mom is a marvelous cook."

"She is, and she insisted my sister and I learn all her secrets. Eric hasn't had my real cooking yet so it's time."

"Then let's do it. I'll watch and learn."



****



Steve arrived home and Amy met him at the door. "Granddaddy, I've got a new mommy."

"I know. You've been calling Layla that for a long time."

"No! She is going to be my mommy."

"What?"

"They want me and Miss Annie to help plan the wedding."

"What wedding?"

"Mommy and daddy's wedding."

He picked Amy up and hugged her; he was positive this was her active imagination again. At the very least, he could play along.

"Can I also help plan it?"

"I'll ask mommy." He carried her into the family room and saw Kathy, Layla and Eric waiting for him. They had heard everything in the foyer, of course. All were smiling at the conversation.

"Mommy, can granddaddy help plan the wedding?"

Layla replied, "He's more than welcome to help." 

Steve's mouth flew open when he realized this might be for real. "Would someone tell me what's really happening?"

"Dad," Eric said. "Layla and I are going to be married, sometime next fall after our graduation."

Steve was speechless for a few moments as tears welled and he struggled with his response. He sniffed them back and walked into a wonderful five-person hug. After maybe 15 seconds, they stepped back and Steve reached for his handkerchief.

"Welcome to our family, Layla. You have made us the happiest family anywhere. I couldn't ask for a better person to be Eric's partner and Amy's mom."

"Thank you, dad. Eric is the man I've wished for my entire life. Amy, you have a very special dad and I'm so happy you're going to share him with me."

"Okay."



****



Dinner was very nice. The grilled trout was wonderful with the linguini and veggies. Steve opened a citrusy sauvignon blanc from New Zealand. After Layla read Amy to sleep, the four adults gathered around the crackling fireplace in the family room.

Eric said, "We do have some bad news to tell you. Melissa has come home."

Kathy and Steve looked at each other and tears began rolling down her cheeks. They both sat there, stunned, with their heads down. Eric continued, "She came home to her parents last Saturday. Bernie and I talked and I called her; she wants to see me and Amy."

Steve asked, "What are you going to do?"

"I told her that I'll go see her Friday afternoon but Amy is not going. Layla thinks she is going to play to my sympathies to let her at least share custody with Amy, but I'm not going there."

Kathy asked, "Has she said anything about her absence and what she's planning to do?"

"Not yet. She said she wants to explain what happened."

"Amy can't know about her at this point," Kathy replied. "That would be totally unfair to her."

"I know. We decided I'd give Melissa a copy of the birthday video Layla made. We brought a copy for her and a copy for you. We watched it at Layla's house and it's very good."

Steve replied, "That would probably help. Do you know if she's still a dope addict?"

"Bernie told me that she appears to have overcome the addiction and actually looked good."

"I wonder where she was all this time," Kathy said.

"I guess I'll know Friday."

"Does she know about Layla?" Steve asked.

"Not yet. I'll tell her Friday."

"Layla, what are you thinking about all of this?" asked Kathy.

"I think it's a challenge we have to face head on. Melissa burned a lot of bridges but seems to want to rebuild them, to some degree. I told Eric that I think she will want Amy back and, if she really is sober, she may want Eric also. She will believe that all her troubles are behind her and will not accept the fact that Eric can raise Amy better than she can."

Kathy replied, "I think you're probably right. Melissa was always self-confident and outgoing. If that old Melissa is back, she's going to be trouble. Does she know that you divorced her?"

"Yes. Her parents told her. Bernie said she wasn't surprised."

Steve responded, "I'd hope not. She walked off the face of the earth and never looked back for more than two years. The police and the private investigator I hired couldn't find her anywhere. She must have changed her name or was very remote or they would have found her. Well, we can't worry about this until she gives us something to worry about. Maybe she'll surprise us."



****



Layla and Eric showered and climbed into bed, without Amy this time. Neither was in the mood for sex. They decided that Melissa needed to be handled carefully and that at some point in the future, Amy will need to be told about her birth mother. That time was well down the road, however, when Amy could understand and make wise decisions about what kind of contact she'd like with her birth mom. It was too much to ask a child at this point to understand and accept the facts of what really happened.

Layla and Eric were up early and wished each other a happy Thanksgiving. Both dressed and walked to the kitchen to prepare the appetizers and cranberry relish that Layla traditionally took to her parents' house. Kathy was already there with hot coffee and a breakfast Danish roll that she'd made. By common unspoken consent it seemed, Melissa was not mentioned. The discussion focused instead on Thanksgiving family traditions. Steve joined the discussion and talked about watching the parades in Philly when he was a child and how much fun his mom and dad made the holidays for he and his two brothers.

Layla asked about his parents and brothers. "My parents are getting on in years. They live down in Chester County and are both in their early eighties. They're in good health, thank heavens, and enjoy life on a small farm they have."

Eric added, "I want to take you to meet them, Layla. Their farm is along the White Clay Creek which is designated a Wild and Scenic River. It's a beautiful place." 

"My two brothers are married with grown children. Tom and Sheila live near Chattanooga. Jack and Arlene live in upstate New York. We try to get together at least once a year at mom and dad's place."

"What about your family, mom?"

Kathy replied, "My parents were older than Steve's and they've both passed away. I have one sister who lives down in Philly but she never married. My family is very small compared to Steve's. What about yours, Layla?"

"We're Italian Catholics so our family is large. I have three brothers, Paulo, Antonio and Leonardo. They're all married with children. I also have an older sister Janice who is married with four children. They all live within a 30-mile radius of my parents in Radnor Township. Altogether, there are thirteen grandchildren so Amy is going to have lots of playmates this afternoon." 

"She will love that," Kathy replied. Eric and Steve nodded. 

They all turned to look as Amy came running down the stairs in her pajamas and into Layla's arms for a big hug and kiss. "You smell good. Did you use my fragrance again?"

"Yes mommy."

"You should ask for my permission before using it." 

Amy dropped her eyes and quietly said, "Okay. I'm sorry." 

"That's fine this time." 

"Good morning, sweetheart." Eric leaned over and kissed Amy on the cheek.

"Good morning. Can I watch the turkey parade?"

Eric responded, "It's not on TV yet. You'll need to wait a while. You want to watch Sesame Street?" 

"Yes please. Can I have a glass of milk and a cookie?"

"Yes to milk, no to the cookie."

"Awww daddy, please." 

"No. You must have a good breakfast first. How about cereal?"

"Mommy, can I have a cookie?" 

"Amy, you are not going to play that game. If daddy says 'no' the answer is 'no.' Understand?" 

"Awww, okay." She pouted and walked over to the fridge for the milk.

Eric turned to his mom and asked, "Wonder where she learned to do that?"

"Don't look at me." She then turned to look at Steve who dropped his eyes and pretended to be reading the newspaper. 

The morning was busy. Layla and Eric prepared the food for her parents' feast, Steve and Amy watched the 'turkey parade,' and Kathy began the preparation for their Thanksgiving dinner at a friend's house in New Hope. Layla did find time to call Julia and Susanna to wish them a happy holiday. They ended up talking nearly 45 minutes on a conference call. 

After returning to the kitchen, she said, "Eric, I just talked to Julia and Susanna. Their visits are going great. Both are helping prepare dinner, like we are. Susanna says she has fallen in love with Charles parents and her parents welcomed Charles like he was their son. She said they were glad she finally brought home a guy she wanted them to meet." 

"I'm glad it's going so well." 

Kathy asked, "Are Julia and Susanna both seniors?"

"Yes, we all graduate in May. Unfortunately, we'll then go our separate ways, which I dread. Even though we aren't related, we're like blood sisters and are very close. They have serious boyfriends and I hope we'll have three weddings in a year or two. The guys they're dating are almost as nice as Eric."

Eric replied, "They are great guys. Julia and Susanna are both beautiful women, but not quite as beautiful as Layla." Everyone smiled. 

As noon approached, Eric and Layla loaded the car with their luggage, Amy's bag (which Layla helped pack this time) and the food she was taking. They hugged and kissed Steve and Kathy with Amy in Eric's arms and wished them a wonderful holiday.



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Arrival at Layla's parents was a riot. The house already had 16 people in various stages of playing games, watching TV, cooking, drinking beer and children chasing each other around in the backyard and house. It took fifteen minutes to make introductions. All the men gave him enthusiastic welcomes, as Italians love to do, and the women couldn't wait to give Eric and Amy a kiss. Janice whispered to Layla, "He's the sexiest man I've ever seen. You did good, girl." Layla grinned. 

When Eric was introduced to Angelo and Anna Russo, Layla's parents, everyone smiled as if they were already old friends. Eric was invited by Angelo to join Paulo, Leonardo and Enrico, Janice's husband, outside in the garage, a man cave that was relatively quiet from all the grandchildren running through the house. Janice's oldest daughter Maria, who was nine, took Amy's hand and led her to the game room where several cousins had gathered to play electronic and board games. Amy's eyes immediately locked onto the Jenga game one of them was setting up. In a few minutes, everyone in the room knew Amy's name and Amy knew theirs. It was like the cousins instantly adopted her and she became one of them. 

Layla and the ladies all gathered in the large kitchen to work on dinner and gossip about everything that came to mind. Everyone wanted to hear the story of how they met. The subject of him not being Italian or Catholic never came up. All were impressed by his life's story but Melissa was not mentioned at this point. 

In the garage, the talk was Army war stories and Eric being a medic. Angelo's life had been saved by a medic during the Vietnam War; for that, he had a warm spot in his heart for people like Eric. The fact that he was in pre-med and planning to become a physician impressed all the guys. Paulo and Angelo told him about their auto repair shops, laundries and ATM repair businesses. The talk then turned to auto racing, Philadelphia Eagles football and local politics. All the guys were impressed by Eric's outgoing personality, obvious intelligence and his military career. 

Paulo jokingly asked, "What exactly are your intentions toward my baby sister?" All the guys hooted and one of them slapped Eric's back. 

"We met a couple of months ago and, to be totally honest, she swept me off my feet. I have fallen for your little sister, Paulo." 

Angelo replied, "She's a good girl. Layla's our baby and all the boys think of her as their daughter, I think, because they are much older than she. They are very protective of her and our family is very close." 

"I'd expect that. I was an only child due to my mom's health issues. She tells me you named her after Eric Clapton's song title." 

"Yeah, we did. Anna and I went to several of his concerts and loved the song." 

"So did my parents. They named me after Clapton." 

Angelo replied, "I'll be damned. Is that right? What a small world." All the guys laughed. 

Leonardo asked, "What happened to your wife?"

Eric took a deep breath and a long draw on his beer while deciding what to say. "While I was in the Army, she started hanging out with the wrong crowd and got hooked on drugs. She was involved in a terrible auto accident and never really recovered from her drug addiction following her treatment. One day, she disappeared. The police and a guy we hired couldn't find her. After more than two years, I assumed she was dead and got a divorce and full custody of Amy. We heard this week that she has come back and is at her parent's house since last Saturday." 

"Man, that's a tough one. How old was Amy when she left?" Enrico asked. 

"Only a year old. My parents kept her while I finished my tour and got a discharge. They still keep her when I'm in school or working." 

Angelo said, "Drugs kill more people than guns but it's much slower." Everyone agreed.

Anna came to the garage door. "Guys, come in the house and help with your kids. The women are all working on dinner and the kids need some adult supervision." 

Everyone moaned but stood and walked into the house. Enrico and Paulo headed to the game room while the others headed for the back yard. When they found a seat on the floor, Amy came to them. "Hi, I'm Amy."

"Amy, I'm Layla's oldest brother Paulo. Very nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you Mr. Paulo." She gave him a hug. 

"And I'm Enrico, Layla's brother. You sure are a pretty little girl." 

"Thank you." Amy hugged him. 

"Amy, come here. It's your turn," yelled Maria. Amy turned and walked over to the Jenga stack. 

Paulo asked Maria, "Isn't she too young for that?" 

"Dad! She's won every game. I think I have her this time, though." Paulo and Enrico laughed and watched Amy do her thing. She slowly worked one out of the stack but, as the last corner was about to escape, the stack teetered and slowly crashed to the table.

Most kids would have pouted and been angry but Amy congratulated Maria and gave her a hug. Paulo and Enrico looked at each other and smiled. It was a first for them. No kid does that, especially a four-year old.

"Can we play?" asked Paulo. 

Paulo and Enrico scooted over around the table. Maria said, "Dad. Amy and I are partners. You two are partners." The two men grinned. They thought this was going to be easy... two intelligent grown men against two tiny kids. Thirty minutes later, the two guys decided to find another game to play. Amy and Maria had kicked their butts. 




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Amy came to them and gave each another hug and thanked them for playing with her. Paulo smiled, picked her up, kissed her cheek and carried her into the kitchen with Amy's legs wrapped around his waist. 

"Who do you have there, Paulo?" asked Janice. All the women looked at them. 

"The Jenga champion of the family. Layla, you could make some money betting on this girl." 

"I know. She killed my friends in a match at our house a few days ago."

"Mr. Paulo, I won a whoopee pie and mommy had to feed it to me a bite at a time. It was good and I drank milk and Mr. Charles had whoopee pie on his nose and he rubbed it on Aunt Susanna's neck. It was fun." 

"I'll bet it was," he replied with a smile. 

"Mommy, can I have a glass of water?" 

"Sure, sweetheart." 

"I'll get it for her," Paulo said. All the women looked at him. He'd never helped with the kids in the kitchen. Paulo carried Amy and the water back into the game room. 

In the kitchen, Anna smiled and asked, "She calls you her mommy?" 

"Yeah, that started a couple of weeks after Eric and I began dating. She really wants a new mommy." Layla then told the women about Melissa and the drug problems and disappearance.

Anna said, "I thought you said she had died in a car wreck." 

"I did. But I learned later that she had actually survived and then took off. Amy has been told she died. It was simpler that way." 

"How could any mom abandon her baby?" Janice asked. 

"Drugs will make you do anything. The worst thing is that Melissa has come home and is at her parents' house now. Eric is going to meet with her tomorrow afternoon."

"Oh crap," Janice replied. The women all stared at Layla and shook their heads. 

"He swears he's not going to let her get between us but I'm worried." 

Anna replied, "I would be too." 

Eric walked into the kitchen and overheard the last two comments. "There's no reason to worry, ladies. I'm totally committed to you, Layla." All the women smiled and went back to work. 

Eric asked Layla, "Did you see Amy and Paulo?"

"I did. She has him wrapped around her tiny finger." The women all laughed. 

"That's what I was going to tell you. They're in there talking about their favorite characters on Sesame Street."

Anna added, "Doesn't surprise me. Paulo watched that show every day when he was a little boy." 

"Leonardo tried to convince Amy that Cookie Monster was a bad guy. She told him that anyone named 'Cookie' was good." The women laughed.

 "One thing Paulo did that I thought was good. He taught her to dial '911' if she was ever scared and needed help to come. He cautioned her it was only for real emergencies. I've been meaning to teach her that and he beat me to it." 

Janice responded, "He taught all our kids to do that. It's important." 

Layla responded, "Sure is. I hear about kids calling 911 all the time for their parents who need help. I'll be sure to thank Paulo for doing that." 

A few minutes later, Layla walked to the bathroom as Leonardo was emerging. He pulled her back inside. "Hey sis, I appreciate you ignoring Mario and the guys in Wilmington a few days ago. We had an order to process and had no idea you, Eric and Amy would be around there. When they saw you, they almost decided to back off and wait but then you went into the restaurant and they decided to go ahead. We'd been watching these guys for a week. I'm very sorry we got that close to you." 

"It worked out but Eric was very suspicious of why I sped up and hurried to the restaurant. He knew I was scared of something so I had to tell him a few lies about seeing a gun in the car. I think we're okay now." 

"Good. Mario felt really bad about doing a job that close to you three."

"Tell him it's fine and that I still like him." Both smiled and hugged.



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Dinner was ready in the late afternoon and it was truly a feast. Anna and the girls could cook and Eric had several great Italian dishes he'd never tasted before. Amy sat with most of the cousins at card tables in the game room. The adults and a few kids filled both the dining room and kitchen tables and food was everywhere. There were five different desserts and some wonderful homemade grappa for the adults. Eric knew better than to ask who made it. 

After everyone pitched in to clean up, Layla's sister, two brothers and their families took off for home. There were many hugs and kisses between all the adults and kids, with Amy right in the middle of the muddle. Paulo picked up Amy and kissed her. She hugged his neck and thanked him for teaching her about 911. Paulo told her that he hoped she never would need to use it. Layla was very proud of her family and felt guilty about her earlier concerns.

Eric and Layla carried in their luggage and went directly upstairs to the two guest rooms. Amy settled into Angelo's lap and they talked about the day and each of the cousins she'd met. Layla returned while Eric unpacked.

"Maria and Lucia told me they call you grandpa."

"They do. Would you like to call me that?"

"Okay."

"Do you like Layla?"

"Oh yes. We have fun together. She's going to be my new mommy."

"She is?" He and Anna looked over at Layla.

"Amy, it's time for bed. Let's go up and I'll read to you. Mom, do you have any of my old childhood books?"

"Yes. They're in a box in the closet of the front bedroom. All the grandkids read them when they stay over."

Eric returned and kissed Amy as she started toward the stairs.

"Thanks, I'll help her to bed and come back down," Layla said.

Anna said to Eric, "She's a doll. Someone has done a great job raising her. I've never seen a young child with her manners and ability to talk intelligently with adults."

Eric replied, "Thanks. My mom was an elementary school teacher. She and my dad spend all their available time with her and they read to her every night."

"She called Layla 'mommy' this afternoon."

Eric replied, "Amy started calling Layla that shortly after we met. She really wants a new mommy and she did that with one other lady I dated for a while."

"Poor girl. Life has not been fair to her."

"True, she lost her mother but Amy was so young she doesn't remember her. My parents have become like parents to her; but she still knows that she doesn't have a mommy like all her friends do. Layla is filling that role now, at least in Amy's mind."

Anna responded, "It seems that Layla is very attracted to you." Angelo stared wide-eyed at Anna but didn't comment.

"We've dated only a couple of months but have become very close. You two raised a wonderful girl."

Anna replied, "She is a wonderful girl and has a lot to offer any man." Angelo again glanced at Anna and wondered why she said that.

Eric asked to be excused for a moment. While he was upstairs, Anna asked Angelo, "What do you think of Eric?"

"I think he's fine. He seems to be a very serious and responsible young man. The military was good for him and his plan to become a medical doctor is good. The boys like him. I do wish he was Italian. Is he Catholic?"

"No, a Presbyterian according to Layla."

"That bothers me but not as much as it used to. None of the boys go to mass anyway except at Christmas and Easter. They might as well be Presbyterians."

"Angelo, the old ways of insisting the family stay pure Italian and be Catholic don't fit all situations. Layla is falling in love with him. She told me that several weeks ago and asked about how I felt when I fell in love with you."

Angelo smiled and asked, "What did you tell her?"

"I told her the truth. My mind was on you all the time. Every little thing you did for me was so special and meaningful to me. You were and still are a romantic and make me feel good about myself."

"You are special Anna. Asking you to marry me was the best decision I ever made."

Anna leaned into him for a kiss. She took his hand and said, "The important thing is Layla's happiness and her future. I think Eric can give her a great life."

"You already have them married, it seems."

"They have to decide that but if Eric asks for your blessing, I'd like it very much if you gave it." Angelo gazed at Anna and smiled. He knew she always got her way, eventually.

In about 30 minutes, Layla and Eric returned and joined her parents in the family room. Layla said, "Amy likes me to read her to sleep when we're together. She's memorized many of the books and the little rascal corrects me if I miss a word."

"You were the same way. You being the youngest by several years, I had a little more time to read to you and didn't have to run off to take care of another baby. You memorized many of the books and I was amazed at your vocabulary when you were a young thing."

"I still love to read and it probably came from you reading so much to me."

"Parents don't do that so much nowadays because of computers, iPads, electronic games and such that the kids have. Kid's would rather play games than read."

"Papa, Eric's parents would like to meet you and mom soon. They live up in New Hope. They want you two to come to dinner or lunch."

"That'd be good. Your mom is the social director so work with her. She always tells me where to go, in more ways than one." Everyone laughed.

Anna asked, "You're going to meet with your former wife tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I agreed to meet her tomorrow afternoon."

Layla added, "We don't really know what she's after but I suspect she wants to start seeing Amy."

Eric added, "That's going to be a big problem for me. I don't trust her, no matter if she's recovered or not. Amy thinks she's gone to live with Jesus and it's going to stay that way as far as I'm concerned."

"Eric and I have agreed that Amy must know more about her one day. I think when she gets to be a teenager he owes it to her to explain everything that happened. Right now, she doesn't have any concept of drug abuse, of addiction, or of divorce."

Anna added, "Thank God. These are tough subjects for even teenagers to talk about and understand. That's why we have such a big drug problem, the kids each think it won't happen to them."

"Papa, you never even smoked, did you?"

"Only cigars now and then. But, I did like to drink and could have easily become an alcoholic had your mom not kicked my tail and put me back on the straight path." Everyone smiled.

Eric said, "I don't have any idea what she'll say tomorrow so I have to be ready for about anything. I'd appreciate your prayers for me while I'm there." Everyone nodded. 

Sleep was difficult that night for both Eric and Layla. After tossing and turning for over an hour, they began talking about the challenge of getting though the next 24 hours. Eric suggested that they pray together. Layla and he knelt beside the bed and prayed for wisdom and courage as their tears flowed. They asked God to also bless Melissa and give her the courage to face the future and rebuild her life. It was apparent to Layla that Eric bore no ill will toward Melissa. He had passed that point a long time ago. 



End of Chapter 6. Please comment and vote. 



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Eric yelled into the phone, "Are you behind this?"

"No I'm not Eric." He could tell she was crying. "The police are here now and told me what happened. I'd never do that, Eric. You've got to believe me. Amy is the most important person in my life; and I'd never do something like this to her. The police have asked me to go with them for questioning. Can you come be with me? I'm so scared."

"Let me talk to the officer."

"Mr. Belton, this is Officer James O'Neal, Philadelphia Police Department. We are taking Ms. Thompson to our headquarters for questioning. She has declined legal representation, but her father Judge Thompson is meeting us there."

"I'll come also."

He quickly told everyone what Melissa said. "Layla, can you go with me?"

"Of course."

Paulo said, "We're going to the FBI office and see whether we can clean up the security video. Call me, Layla, with any news and we'll do the same for you."

As soon as the three brothers were in the car, they called each of their team leaders. They were told that they and their men must be at the office within one hour. Absolutely everyone must be there and no excuses would be accepted. Paulo drove as quickly as he could; and almost everyone was there in the meeting room when they arrived. By the time they set up the video player and loaded the tape, all 24 of their men were in the room.

"Guys, my little sister's four year-old daughter was kidnapped a few hours ago." Loud moans and curses rolled through the room. "We have this video from the home security system. Their faces are covered but look at the tattoo on the one guy's neck and listen to the voice of the man yelling upstairs. I hope we know them."

The room was deathly quiet as the video began. The alarm sound was terribly annoying, but then the voice of the man was clearly heard. The men all looked at each other. Paulo played it again.

"Look at the tats on the side of this guy's neck as he goes into her room. Do you recognize anything?" He paused the tape. There was a moment of quiet while everyone studied the neck covered in art. 

Jimmy, one of Paulo's men yelled, "Why that damn son-of-a-bitch. That's Rennie Locarno." 

"Bingo!" yelled Paulo. "That's who I thought it was. He's the only fucker in Philly with the Liberty Bell tattooed on his neck and dumb enough to wear a ski mask that left the tat visible. I thought he was in jail."

Tony, one of Leonardo's guys, yelled over the din, "I saw him on his mother's front porch last week. I stopped and talked. He had recently gotten out of jail and was looking for a job."

"Well, the asshole found one," Leonardo said. "Tony, go with Jimmy, Lou and Marco and pick that bastard up and bring him here. If he's not at his mom's house, find him or wait for him. Don't kill him."

Paulo asked, "Anybody know who he used to hang out with?"

Marco spoke up, "He was a friend of Tommy DeLuca."

"Is the guy who yelled upstairs DeLuca?" Paulo asked.

Everyone watched and listened to the tape again. Marco said, "Paulo, I think that's him. He always slurred some of his words. Listen to the way he said 'hurry.' Play it again for us." They all listened again.

"You're right," said Leonardo. "Who wants to go with me to get the asshole?" All 20 remaining hands in the room shot up. Leonardo selected three others and the two teams left to retrieve their scumbags.



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At the police headquarters, Melissa was in an interrogation room with her father and a detective when Eric and Layla arrived. The lead detective took them to another room and asked them to tell him everything they knew about Melissa and why Eric thought she might be involved. It took about five minutes for Eric to describe the events and the meeting with Melissa that raised his suspicions.

The detective told them that Melissa wanted Eric to be in the room with her during the questioning. "So far, she has been very cooperative and we don't want her to shut down. The judge is also cooperating and they have not asked for a lawyer. Let's make your participation as cordial as possible to keep her talking." 

"Layla, can you wait outside the room for me? Meeting my new fiancée at this point might be too much for her." 

They walked to the room and a chair was added at the table for Eric. The tension in the room, especially between Eric and Melissa, was near the breaking point. 

Detective Adams spoke, "Melissa, as you know, your daughter Amy was kidnapped a few hours ago. Eric has said that he thinks you may know who did it. Is that right?" 

"No sir, I don't know. When the officers came to my workplace, I told them I knew nothing about it. There is no way I'd be involved in that."

"Didn't you beg Eric to let you visit Amy? When he declined, didn't you get very angry and run away crying?"

"Yes, I did. But I'd never take her without Eric's permission. I admit that I've had a very troubled past and have been guilty of many ugly things. This, I had nothing to do with. Eric, please believe me." Eric looked down at the table.

The detective continued, "Let's talk about people who you know and have talked to since you returned home. I understand that you work at a rehab center. Who are the people that you've befriended there and who know that you have a daughter?"

For the next few minutes, Melissa named 12 people that knew about her daughter and how she lost her due to the drug habit she had. Talking about this was part of her job, she explained. The detective then asked if any of those had been released from rehab. She named three, one of whom was the real estate agent she had mentioned to Eric.

Eric asked, "Can you tell us more about the real estate agent?"

"His name is Tommy DeLuca. He was released from rehab last week and we've had a couple of dates since then."

The detective asked, "Would he want to give you a special Christmas gift of a visit with your daughter?"

"Oh God, I hope not. He knows about her and how much I miss her but I don't think he would kidnap her."

"Ms. Thompson, if it's the same Tommy DeLuca I'm thinking of, he has a long rap sheet and is certainly not a real estate agent. He's been in prison more than he's been out." The second detective looked up Tommy's record on his laptop and showed it to Melissa. She recognized his mug shot and began crying hysterically.

Eric asked, "Melissa, did he know that Amy was at my parent's house?"

After several moments, she replied, "Yes."

The second detective said, "I'll send out a car to pick him up. This is his last known address, Ms. Thompson. Is this familiar to you?"

She looked at the computer but shook her head.

"No, we went on two dates but I never went to his house. He always came to pick me up. I can't believe he would take Amy."

Judge Thompson spoke for the first time, "He was probably trying to impress you by making a visit possible. No one else would give you that gift." He glanced at Eric.

The lead detective asked everyone to go to the lobby waiting room while they find DeLuca and bring him in. The spirit of optimism dramatically increased. At least they had a suspect.

As Melissa walked out, Eric reluctantly introduced Layla. The two women looked at the tears in each other's eyes. There was none of the animosity that could have been there. They hugged and cried in each other's arms as mothers of missing children do. Eric then hugged them both. He and Layla realized that Melissa only wanted what they wanted, for Amy to be safe and found quickly. The two women walked hand in hand to the lobby to begin the long ordeal of waiting.



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Paulo's team arrived at Rennie's street and parked a block beyond the house. They saw him sitting on the porch in a heavy winter coat smoking and drinking a beer. Two of them walked back to the house and approached with friendly conversation; he invited them to sit and have a beer.

"You look a lot happier than you did last week. Did you find a job?" asked Tony.

"Yeah, I did. Paid good too."

"That's great. Paulo has a job coming open and wants to talk to you. Can you come to his office now?"

"It's almost dinner time. Can't he see me tomorrow?"

"No, you know how Paulo is. He works around the clock and he expects all of us to do the same. Come with us and we'll have you back in a little while. The money is really good."

"Let me tell mom. I think she's taking a nap."

"Don't wake her. You'll be back in a few minutes."

"Okay." He walked with them to the car and saw the other two men. Tony introduced everyone and they put Rennie between the two guys in the back seat. Rennie was nervous and suspicious but didn't say anything. It was too late for that.

Paulo's phone rang and it was Layla.

"Hey, I'm at the police headquarters and a car is headed out to find a guy named Tommy DeLuca. Melissa thinks he might be behind it."

"I have a car headed there also. We figured out he was involved from the security video. Let me call my guys and warn them." They hung up.

When Paulo's men arrived at Tommy's house, two of them went to the door and knocked. They heard people inside and, eventually, the front door opened.

"Hey Tommy. Good to see you again, my friend," Leonardo said.

"I've not seen you in a good while, Leonardo. What's up?" Leonardo noticed that Tommy kept his right hand behind him, probably holding a pistol.

"We've had a couple of guys leave our company and we're looking for a good guy to help us out. Pays good money."

"You guys still making people disappear?"

"Not us. We're providing private protection for well-known businessmen and I know how good you are. Thought you might be interested."

"How much does it pay?"

"About $5000 per week with a $50,000 bonus if you prevent an incident."

"That is good money. When does he want to see me?"

"He asked that we bring you over to his house right now. Can you go?"

"Give me a minute?"

"Sure."

He closed the door and Leonardo could hear voices mumbling in the house. Tommy came back wearing a clean shirt and a wool topcoat. He followed Leonardo to the car but recognized a trap when he saw the other two men. Before he could react, a pistol was jammed into the small of his back. Leonardo took a pistol from Tommy's inside coat pocket and forced him into the car. As they drove away, a police car turned onto the street and stopped in front of Tommy's house.



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At the police headquarters, Layla was sitting with Melissa while Eric and Judge Thompson went for food.

They heard, "Mommy, mommy!" Layla turned and saw Amy running to her as fast as she could. Layla and Melissa both jumped up as Amy ran into Layla's arms. Both cried and hugged and kissed and hugged again. Two police officers came and waited for the excitement to die down. Layla didn't introduce Amy to Melissa.

One of the officers said, "I think we found her mommy." Everyone laughed as the hugging continued.

The officer said, "You have an amazing daughter. She talked us to death on the way here." Everyone laughed again.

"Mommy, the officers were nice. They blew the siren for me and I got to hear them talking on their radio and they told a lady that they found me. I was happy."

Melissa was standing beside Layla with tears running down her face. Eric and the judge returned and ran over. The crying, hugging and kissing all began once again. Melissa stood to the side waiting for permission from Eric to hug Amy.

Detective Adams came out and asked them to return to the interrogation room. Layla and Amy walked to the restaurant for a drink while the others followed the detective. Eric pulled Melissa aside as the others walked ahead.

"Melissa, I've changed my mind and I do want you to have contact with Amy. It's clear from all of this that you do love her and want the best for her. The problems that led to our divorce are behind us and we've both got to move on. I think Amy can help with that. But please let me explain to her why you're suddenly back."

"Thank you Eric. This means the world to me."

"I know it does."

They walked into the room and everyone took a seat. The detective began, "Office Davis and his partner found Amy at the DeLuca home with Tommy's sister. The sister had no idea Amy had been kidnapped. Tommy told her that he was keeping her for a couple of days for a friend.

"Before our officers arrived, Tommy left with two other guys but his sister had no idea where he went. Amy told us her name and that she had been taken that morning from her house. We're watching the sister's house and have put out an APB for his arrest; it shouldn't take too long to find him. He's going away for a very long time.

"Melissa, we're going to let you go for now as we don't have any evidence so far that you're involved. When we find Tommy, that may change based on what he tells us. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good. You're free to go."

Eric asked, "Melissa, can you come to our house in New Hope tomorrow afternoon? I want us to talk and come to an agreement. Amy will be there, of course."

"Yes, that'd be wonderful. Thank you."

Eric and Melissa hugged.



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Rennie and Tommy were taken to Paulo's office and handcuffed to chairs. Jimmy called Paulo and told him they were back. When Paulo arrived, he sat in a chair directly in front of the two guys.

"You two were busy this morning. Why did you kidnap that little girl?"

"We didn't kidnap anyone," Rennie replied.

Paulo played the tape for them. He stopped it when the screen showed the tattooed neck of Rennie.

"Look at these tats. You still say you weren't involved?"

"Where did that tape come from? There were no security cameras there."

"So you do admit you were there and took the girl? Did Tommy pay you to do it?"

There was silence.

"This is my sister's little girl that you took."

Fear shot through them.

"Her name is Amy and the police rescued her from your house, Tommy, right after we picked you up. Do you want to deny your involvement also?"

"We didn't know she was part of your family," Tommy replied. "A woman named Melissa said Amy was her daughter."

"That's true. Amy has two moms."

There was confused silence.

"Did Melissa ask you to take Amy?"

"No. I wanted to surprise her. Her former husband wouldn't let her see her daughter."

"Lucky for you, Amy wasn't hurt and Mrs. Belton is going to be fine. Jimmy, give these guys paper and pens. They're going to write a confession to what they did. If it's not good enough, they will write it again and again. If they refuse, make them disappear. Once that's done, call Chief Roberts and make arrangements for him to pick them up."



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Eric and Layla drove Amy home. Layla had called ahead to tell Kathy and Steve the great news. She also called Julia and Susanna and quickly recounted all the events. Lots of happy tears were shed into the phones.

They were welcomed with many hugs, kisses and tears. Amy was hungry and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a glass of milk hit the spot. 

"Amy, did they hurt you in any way?" asked Steve.

"No granddaddy. I was very scared when the man came to my room. The alarm was loud and I didn't know what to do so I screamed as loud as I could. I tried to kick him and bite him but he wrapped me in a blanket and carried me out. Their car was parked nearby. I was put in the back seat with one of the men and they took me to the house where the policemen came. The lady there was nice to me and gave me milk and a cookie. But I was scared and cried."

"Honey, it all worked out and you're safe now."

"Mommy, will you sleep with me tonight?"

"If you want. Let's go up and take our showers and then I'll read to you." 

"Okay." She went to kiss and hug her grandparents and her dad before running up the stairs ahead of Layla.

Eric said to his parents, "Melissa was totally innocent in this. A guy she met recently knew about Amy and how much Melissa missed her. He evidently was trying to impress Melissa by giving Amy to her for a few days. But Melissa didn't know that.

"I saw in Melissa today a person that I didn't expect. She was as distressed by this as much as we were. I told her today that I want her to come here tomorrow afternoon to see Amy. I want to tell Amy that Melissa is her birth mother and then let them spend some time together. I haven't decided what to say to Amy but I've got to find a way to tell her. If you have any ideas, please tell me."

Kathy said, "Eric, Amy is very sharp and probably understands more than we think she does. Why don't you tell her the truth in simple words that she will understand? Don't talk about divorce, drug addiction or make Melissa out as someone Amy shouldn't be around. There's a lot of healing that needs to happen but Amy's not part of that. She is only her happy self and has no baggage to overcome."

"You're right mom. The baggage is all Melissa's and mine. Amy will probably think it's fun to have two moms."

They all grinned.

"Layla and I will talk to Amy before Melissa comes in case there's an unexpected response from her."

Eric walked upstairs and heard Amy and Layla reading one of her favorite books. He looked in and smiled at Amy when she saw him. "Hi daddy. Can you tuck me in? Mommy is getting tired."

"How did you know I was getting tired?"

"Because you were messing up the words."

"Well, sorry. I'll try to do better tomorrow." Eric laughed and carried her to bed and tucked her under the covers. For the first time in a very long time, Eric sang her a lullaby like he did when she was a baby. Layla thought Eric had a wonderful voice and was delighted to sit on the bed and listen to this fascinating man.

After Amy dozed off, they returned downstairs to enjoy the fire with Kathy and Steve.

Steve asked, "Did the police identify both men?"

Eric replied, "Only one as far as I know. The guy's name is Tommy DeLuca. He had been dating Melissa. The other one is still a mystery. Maybe when they find Tommy, he will rat on the other guy."

Layla already knew that both were detained but she pretended to agree with Eric.

The talk turned to Christmas. "Can you all come here this year for Christmas day? I want to make it very special for Amy and all of us."

Layla replied, "I'd love to come. I do want to visit my parents on Christmas Eve. All my family goes to mass and then to my parent's house to open the presents that Santa brought while we were at mass."

"Oh, what fun that must be. Do you think your parents would come here for Christmas day and lunch?"

"Let me ask. It's normally a quiet day following the whirlwind of Christmas Eve."

"Then please invite them on our behalf. We'll have a nice meal and visit around the fire."

"Mom will want to bring a couple of dishes and it will likely be an eggplant Parmesan and a veal with pasta dish. She always prepares those for Christmas."

"Those sound delicious."

The small talk continued for another hour as the fire crackled and warmed them. Layla snuggled up again Eric and totally relaxed. Life was very good once again. 



****



Amy seemed to be sleeping soundly so Layla and Eric slipped into bed together in his room. They celebrated the outcome of the day with very passionate sex in several positions. Layla had four orgasms, the most she'd ever had in one evening and Eric was able to come twice... deep within her. Both were totally exhausted after thirty minutes and decided to shower off their perspiration.

As they crawled back into bed, they heard, "Mommy." They looked up to see Amy standing in the doorway.

"Yes dear."

"You promised to sleep with me."

She looked at Eric and said, "I did promise."

He frowned and slapped her bottom as she crawled out of bed.

"Mommy, why did daddy punish you?"

"I guess I've not been a good little girl."

"You need to talk to Miss Annie. She can help you." 




Three Sisters of Delta Gamma Ch. 07



"I think I will."



****



Breakfast was a very happy occasion. Layla made her delicious pancakes with a Mickey head for Amy. This time, she made one for Eric as well so he wouldn't be jealous. Steve and Kathy opted for normal round ones.

The phone rang and Steve answered. 

"Hello Chief Roberts. What's the status?

"That's great news.

"And they confessed? 

"When's the news conference?

"Great, we'll watch. Your guys did a great job, Chief. Thank you."

He hung up and relayed the happy news. "The Chief said that the two guys were identified by an anonymous tip and they have already confessed to the kidnapping and assault."

Steve added, "I'm shocked that anyone would confess. They must have irrefutable proof they are guilty. At least this will save the county a lot of money in legal and court fees." Everyone agreed; this was fantastic news.

Following cleanup, they all sat in front of the roaring fireplace and Eric lifted Amy into his lap. "Sweetheart, we have some other good news for you."

"I know, daddy. Santa is coming soon."

"He is but there's some other good news. You know when I told you that your first mommy went to live with baby Jesus?"

"Yes. I was sad."

"We all were very sad. Your first mommy was very sick and she left you and me so she could get help and get well. When we couldn't find her for a long, long time, we thought she had left to be in heaven. Do you understand?"

"Yes, but why didn't we help her so she could stay?"

"Sweetheart, we didn't have the kind of help she needed. It was a very difficult decision."

"Okay."

"The good news is that she did recover and has come back to see us?"

"Mommy is here?"

"Yes and she is coming to see you this afternoon."

"Do I have two mommies now?"

"Yes, you do."

Amy looked at Layla and then at her grandparents. To them, Amy looked very concerned, almost stunned. She squirmed out of Eric's lap and ran quickly upstairs as fast as she could.

Layla said, "I'll go up and be with her." Everyone thought she was upset.

As Layla reached the stairs, Amy came running down with Miss Annie.

"Mommy, Miss Annie asked if she could have two mommies."

The room was filled with laughter. "Of course she can."

"Okay." She ran to Eric and crawled back into his lap with Miss Annie.

Eric glanced at his parents and Layla. He shrugged his shoulders and everyone smiled. He thought maybe this was going to actually work out.



****



Melissa and her mom, Silvia, arrived at the appointed time. Kathy and Eric greeted them in the foyer with genuine hugs and kisses.

"Melissa, you look beautiful," Kathy said.

"Thank you Mrs. Belton. It's wonderful to see you again."

"Silvia, it has been too long. I feel so bad that we've not visited in a long time."

"I'm sorry for that, Kathy. Let's do plan to get everyone together soon."

Eric said, "Come in. Layla is helping Amy get ready and they should be down in a minute."

They walked into the family room. Eric had built a fire and it was beginning to burn vigorously. Kathy asked, "Can I offer you anything to drink?"

Melissa and Silvia wanted water and Eric asked for a beer. Melissa walked with Kathy to bring the drinks.

In a few moments, Layla and Amy came walking in. Amy ran over to hug her mom-mom, the first person she saw.

"Amy, you look great in that dress."

"Thank you. Mommy gave it to me."

"Are you ready for Santa to come?"

"I hope he comes. I wrote him a nice letter and daddy mailed it for me."

Melissa walked in from the kitchen and Amy saw her.

"Oh. I saw you yesterday," Amy said.

"Hi Amy, I'm Melissa." She dropped to her knees. Amy walked to her.

"Are you my first mommy?"

"Yes, I am. I'm very happy to see you again. Can I get a hug?"

Amy wrapped her arms around Melissa's neck and they hugged. Melissa had tears running down her cheeks. Amy stepped back and asked, "Why are you crying, mommy?"

"I'm very happy, Amy. Being with you makes me happy. Can you forgive me for going away so long?"

"Okay. I have a new mommy."

"I know; she's very nice."

"We have fun together."

"I've missed you."

"I missed you too. Miss Annie helped me. She was my mommy before my new mommy came."

Eric said, "Miss Annie is her special doll. She and Amy talk often and she gives great advice."

Melissa grinned.

"My new mommy said that Miss Annie can have two mommies like I do."

"That's right. When you visit me, please bring Miss Annie. We'll have fun together."

"Do you have cookies and milk?"

"Don't all mommies have those?"

"I hope." Everyone laughed again.

Layla suggested, "Why don't you take your first mommy up to see your room and toys. I'm sure she'd like to meet Miss Annie and Mr. Joe."

"Okay." She ran to the stairs and waited for Melissa to catch up before they walked up together.

Kathy said, "Silvia, she looks good. Eric was telling me about her challenges and she seems to have overcome them. I am very happy for her and for you and Bernie."

"We were quite shocked when she called. We'd not heard from her in well over two years and that time was very rough for her. I'm surprised she survived.

"Layla, I'm very pleased to meet you. I understand that you and Eric are engaged."

"Yes. We plan to be married next fall."

"Are you planning to stay in the area after that?"

"Yes. Our families are here and this is home for us. Amy will have many possible babysitters and she will have more than a dozen cousins ready to welcome her.

Upstairs, Melissa admired the dollhouse while Amy opened all the rooms and showed the furniture Layla had given her. She then sat on the floor as Amy introduced her to Miss Annie.

"Miss Annie looks like she's been well loved."

"I do love her and she loves me. She's always been here when I need her."

"And I wasn't here. I'm so sorry, Amy."

"Daddy said you were sick and we couldn't help. Why?"

"I had an illness that I had to overcome. Jesus helped me and I got well. I thought of you almost every day I was gone. I was very lonely without you."

"Did you have someone like Miss Annie?"

"No. I wish I did."

"All my friends had mommies but I didn't. I was very sad."

"I know, Amy. I love you with all my heart and I'm so sorry I left you."

"I love my new mommy."

Melissa was very hurt by this honesty but she knew she had to earn Amy's love. She could not just show up after deserting her as a baby and expect Amy to react any other way. She turned her attention to Amy's favorite toys and how they worked.

"This is my Jenga game. Do you play Jenga?"

"No, but I'd like to learn. Will you teach me?"

"Okay."

The rest of the visit went quickly. When Layla took Amy up for her afternoon nap, Eric and Melissa talked about the future.

He asked, "How much visitation would you like with her?"

"Mom and dad said you were letting her spend the weekend with them every six weeks. Could we continue with that schedule and I will use that time to be with her also?"

Eric replied, "I think that's perfect and if you would like to spend some holidays or special events with her, we'll talk and see what's possible. For example, we'll be glad to have you all come over Christmas afternoon if you'd like to see her."

"I was going to ask if I could bring her a gift."

"Of course you can."

"Eric, I know I poisoned our marriage. You're a bigger person than I think I could be if you had done that to me. I'm very grateful to you for allowing me to have some relationship with her. I promise you will never regret it. I've learned enough lessons for ten lifetimes."

"Let's see how it goes and how Amy adapts. I think she'll be fine if we don't rush her and if we don't make her choose between you and Layla."

"I won't make her choose; I'll always yield to you and Layla. I lost my right to be first."

"Then this plan is fine. We can discuss it if something changes." 




End of Chapter 7. Please comment and vote. 



Three Sisters of Delta Gamma Ch. 08







Three Sisters of Delta Gamma Ch. 08



"I know. Would you consider me as a husband?"

She grinned. "I might consider it." She stood and walked to him. "So is this a proposal?"

He dropped to one knee and took her hand. "Julia, my whole life revolves around you. Since the day we met, I've dreamed about you and this moment."

"Hold on a second. Your dream was to propose to me in a barn stall in the presence of an orphan calf in the middle of a snow storm?" Cliff laughed and Julia grinned.

"My dream was a little different than this. But you and I were there. Would you become my wife?"

"Cliff, nothing would make me happier. The proper thing to do in this part of the country is for you to talk to my dad and ask for permission to ask me. I know it's old fashioned but that's the way it's done here. I think they both know I love you dearly so it won't be a surprise."

"Could I ask him tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow is Christmas. I think that'd be a great time."

"I do too."

"It's almost dinner time. Let me go help mom." They kissed for several moments and then both scratched the calf's neck before they turned the light off and walked toward the house."

"We need to give the calf a name, don't we?" asked Cliff.

"We could, what are you thinking?"

"Since he came on Christmas Eve, what about 'Nick' for St. Nicholas?"

"That's perfect. Nick he is. You get to feed him before we go to bed."

****

Christmas Eve in Raleigh was much warmer than Wyoming. Charles and Susanna had been there for five days and their social lives were very different from the last time they were home. They were now a couple and did everything together in their old territory. Their families were very supportive of the relationship and took turns hosting them.

Although they did sleep together, they had not yet had intercourse. Susanna deep throated him several times, at least as much as she could, and shocked Charles by swallowing. Charles 'worshipped' this goddess of sex and his head was in the valley of her legs many nights. Each had great orgasms but was saving the big event until a special time.

When they retired to bed on Christmas Eve, Susanna decided it was time to talk about her past. She was really worried about his reaction but decided there was no better time to get it over with.

"Sweetheart, I want to tell you a few things about me that you need to know."

"Okay."

"You already know that I'm not a virgin."

He laughed, "Yeah, I'm aware of that."

"The truth is I've had sex with many guys and some girls."

"Okay."

"Some of those times were in front of a camera."

"Yes, I know about the one you did with David."

"Well, there were others."

"Okay." 

"Why is it starting to sound like Amy's here?"

"Okay." They both laughed.

"A friend at school who lives in LA introduced me to the film business there and I did some acting in adult videos... in other words, porn films."

"Okay."

"Just shut up with the damn 'okays' already."

He laughed. "Susanna, I already know you did a number of films as Blu Sky. You don't need to explain that or in case you feel guilty about it, don't."

"You've known that?"

"Sure."

"For how long?"

"For sure since the night at your house when I first saw you again. Your beauty in person is just like it is on video. But I discovered Blu Sky on the Internet a year ago and all those old feelings I had for you came back. I wasn't absolutely sure it was you until I saw you again."

Susanna grinned and shook her finger in an accusing way. "Did you jerk off to my acting?" 

"Of course." He smiled.

"You've known it for that long and let me worry to death about telling you?"

"I didn't know you were worried about it."

"Well, you should have known."

"Susanna, that's asking too much of me. How would I know that?"

"Can't you see that I'm falling in love with you. Of course I'd feel guilty about those videos. Do you really mean they don't concern you?"

"They're in your past. We're living now for the future. Susanna, I love you and have loved you for a long, long time. Those videos would have bothered me had you been doing them while dating me. I promise you, they are of no concern to me now."

"That part of my life is over, Charles. Everything is now different and my focus is on you and our relationship. Can you forgive me?

"There's nothing to forgive, sweetheart."

"How can you be so damn perfect?"

He pulled her to him and they snuggled. Her body nestled into his and they kissed while he kneaded and toyed with her breasts.

He moved his hand to her crotch and slowly rubbed her clit and listened to her moans. Susanna removed her panties and spread her legs to allow better access. She whispered, "It's time. I want you, sweetheart. Please." She reached for the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down to grasp his huge erection. Charles had a long one, as long as any she'd had. Susanna knew that this was going to be painful. The only thing that had penetrated her in over a month was his finger. She'd even avoided using her toys.

"Sweetheart, please go slow with me. Your size is going to be painful until my muscles can stretch and adjust to you."

"Okay."

"I'm going to start calling you 'Amy' I think." He laughed.

"What position would be best for you?" he asked.

"I think doggy at first. Let me do the movement until I adjust."

"You just want me to hold the head at your opening and let you push back on it?"

"Exactly. But I'd like you to finger my asshole also. That really starts my motor revving. Once we get going, reach under and hold my breasts and nipples. I'll be reaching under to finger my clit while you pound me. If I collapse on my stomach, keep thrusting. You cannot imagine how good that feels when my legs are together and you're forcing your cock into me from the rear."

"This is starting to sound like you're directing a shoot?"

She stopped, lay back on her pillow and laughed.

"My goodness. You're right, Charles. I'm sorry. Just do whatever comes naturally, sweetheart. I'll adjust."

Charles quickly reached for her naked body and started tickling the sides of her ribs. She jumped and fought back, trying to tickle him under his arms. Susanna was strong but not anything like Charles and quickly was in a submission position, giggling as she tried to grab his balls. This was a game they occasionally played and Susanna was an expert at the give and take, building the excitement both in herself and her lover.

Charles flipped her like a rag doll across his lap. "You've been a bad girl. I think a spanking is in order."

"Oh please sir. I must be spanked else I shall be bad in the future."

"We don't want that." He delivered a sharp smack to her bottom with a hand big enough to cover both cheeks. She cried out and then muffled herself and tensed as his fingers rubbed across her anus and into her vagina. She was already soaking wet and, as his fingers worked in and out, the squishing sounds of her excessive lubrication were obvious. She turned and smothered him with kisses as their passion grew hotter. His fingers remained in her tunnel until he felt a hand on his balls. She'd tricked him with those kisses and had slipped a hand under his defenses. Her carefully manicured nails dug themselves into his tender flesh.

"Now, who's the boss?" She grinned when the pain clearly showed as a grimace on his face.

"OHHH! You are, you are," he panted. "Susanna, let go girl."

"Are you going to be good and do what I say?"

"OH, OH God. Yes ma'am." She relaxed the grip.

"Lick my pussy and don't stop until I tell you."

"Yes ma'am."

Susanna pushed Charles down on his back and quickly mounted his face. She could immediately feel his tongue slowly licking the labia and flicking in and out of her opening. He could taste the clear viscous flow and smell the slightly musty fragrance of her pussy, driving his senses to the edge. 

She leaned forward to give him a better angle on her clit and was immediately rewarded with a very powerful orgasm that forced her legs to stiffen and her back to arch. The tingling went on and on as his tongue flicked. Susanna collapsed and laid her head on his chest.

"Damn, Charles. Your tongue is amazing. My clit is trembling." She reached for his cock and licked from the base to the tip several times. He continued working her clit and her asshole as she opened and closed it just a few inches above his eyes. Charles was excited and could feel tingles in his feet and legs. Susanna licked his shaft a few more times before she moved to engulf the head as far as possible. She was ready to be fucked but needed him to come and get that first one behind him. She wanted him hard for several minutes and knew from experience that he would shoot immediately inside her if she didn't give him early relief. It didn't take long. 

His cock involuntary twitched inside her mouth and she prepared for the coming flood. The pulses delivered spurts that were massive and she couldn't swallow it fast enough. His grunts were loud. Susanna jumped with pleasure when she felt his finger enter her rectum and rapidly stroke in and out. She sat upright on his face again to feel his tongue inside her. She was in heaven. 

When she crawled off, Susanna reached for the tissues to wipe the sides of her mouth and help Charles clean his face of her juices.

"Let's clean up, sweetheart, and let you rest a moment," Susanna said.

"I need to. I think you were wetter than I've ever seen you. I couldn't believe it."

"You make me as excited as I've ever been. You're a very sexy man."

They walked to the bathroom and washed themselves and their faces before turning to face each other. Charles sat on the closed toilet seat and pulled her into his lap. They looked deeply into the other's eyes and smiled.

"You're my man. God, I love you so much."

"I love you and am so thankful we found each other. It's a fairy tale that always happens to someone other than me. I still think I'm dreaming." They grinned.

Charles laid her back in his left arm and suckled her nipples, taking turns with each. She watched him and relaxed, wishing that feeling would last forever. Susanna's breasts were very sensitive after she'd had an orgasm; he was careful and gentle with her.

After a few moments, they walked together back to bed and slid under the sheet.

Susanna reached for his flaccid cock. She was very experienced in making one hard. As she went to work, Charles massaged her breasts and bottom, letting his fingertips trace along her crack. In a few minutes, he was ready.

"Let's do it, sweetheart. Just take it easy on me." She moved into doggy position and shook her butt at him and smiled. He slapped her bottom and she let out a small squeal. She felt him rubbing the head on her clit and up through her vulva a few times and then stop at her entrance. She leaned back into him and felt her lips and vaginal opening part. Another inch back and more of him entered. It hurt. The muscles were stretching to accommodate his monster. She leaned forward to ease him out and then back to force him in a little farther.

"Charles, rub my asshole please." This took her mind off the discomfort of this huge cock trying to split her in half... or so it seemed.

She continued moving an inch at a time. Charles added lubrication that helped. Finally, her vaginal muscles relaxed and stretched enough and she believed he was in. She could feel his thighs against the back of her legs. After a few deep breaths, she said, "When you're ready let's go."

To Charles, the tightness was unreal. He pushed her hips forward and pulled them back a few inches at a time. Susanna moaned and sucked air in through her teeth with each movement. The feeling gradually eased from pain into pleasure when his strokes became longer and more determined. In a few more moments, the tightness eased again and Susanna said, "Now give it to me hard and finger my ass."

He sped up and inserted a lubricated finger as she directed. Her moaning and grunting grew much louder as the strokes grew faster and slammed against the back wall of her tunnel. This went on for several minutes before she laid her head on the bed, still with her ass in the air. Charles could feel the constricting muscles and, when her breathing became shallow and quick, he reached for her breasts and pulled them on each thrust.

Susanna grasped the bedcovers and whimpered from the flashes of orgasmic lightning shooting through every nerve. Her back arched and she felt the urge to pee. His spurts shot into her depths and she felt every one hit. She uttered several mild profanities while the orgasm raged. Collapsing onto the bed, she felt dizzy and unable to focus until it passed. Charles remained imbedded in her and collapsed on her back. They lay there, exhausted with tears running from their eyes. Their coupling redefined in their minds the definition of great sex. Neither wanted to move and end this moment.

When his erection relaxed, Charles rolled off. They gazed at each other and smiled before she said, "Merry Christmas, Charles."

He glanced at his watch. "It is. Merry Christmas, Susanna."

****

In Pennsylvania, Christmas morning arrived with a few snow flurries and a very excited four-year-old girl. Somehow, she woke much earlier than normal and walked downstairs with Miss Annie. There, under the tree, was a pile of wrapped presents left by Santa. The house was quiet and it was still dark outside. She sat next to the tree and tried to find her name on any of the gifts. She was afraid to touch them without permission but she could crawl around and read the names. Ha! There was one and another one. They had very bright paper and beautiful large ribbons.

She walked to the door and looked out at the few white flakes falling down through the deck lights. "Miss Annie, it's snowing." She loved snow and wished more would come.

Amy had never been up this early and was unsure what to do. The house was totally silent. Finally, she crawled onto the sofa and covered herself with a blanket that was always there. She stared at the Christmas tree and tried to guess what was in those boxes until she fell asleep with Miss Annie in her arms.

Layla woke and went to the bathroom. As was her habit, she checked in on Amy only to find her bed empty. Fear shot through her and she ran to Eric.

"Eric, get up, get up." Eric stirred.

"Amy's not in her bed. She's always in her bed this early."

"Did you look downstairs?"

"No." She turned and ran downstairs as fast as possible. She looked in the kitchen, the hallway, the office, and the family room and then down to the lower level rec room. She couldn't find her anywhere.

Layla ran back to the family room and looked again, finally noticing a hump under the blanket on the sofa. She stopped and tried to catch her breath. Eric ran down fully dressed, expecting he might have to go outside. He saw Layla standing near the sofa holding a finger to her lips. She pointed to the hump under the blanket. Eric looked and saw the blanket move as Amy breathed. He smiled, very relieved.

Layla whispered, "She probably came down to check for gifts."

"I did that when I was a little boy."

"I'm sure."

"Let me build a fire and we can sit with her. You want to get the coffee going?"

"I'd love to. Did you see the snow coming down?"

"No! It's snowing?"

"A little, the ground is not even white yet."

"We may have a white Christmas," Eric said.

"I hope, but this was not forecast, was it?"

"No." Eric walked to the window and looked down through the early morning darkness toward the river. Once the coffee was brewing, Layla joined him. She wrapped her arms around his body, laid her head on his shoulder and watched the flakes fall.

"I was so proud of you last night. I never expected you to ask papa for his blessing this soon. And then you proposed in front of my entire family and gave me a gorgeous ring. It was a fairy tale evening."

"I'm glad you were surprised. I enjoy surprising my ladies. Amy seemed to have a great time."

"Oh, she was in her favorite little world. She was all over the house playing with all the cousins. Did you see her eyes when the cookies came around? She tried to take more than one but I stared her down. I think she's a real cookie monster."

"She is. My father started that when she was two. He'd give her a vanilla wafer with her milk in the mornings. Mom didn't think those were so bad but then it became Oreo cookies. Now any cookie may show up."

"Merry Christmas, you two," Kathy said as she walked in. "I smelled the coffee."

"Merry Christmas, mom. Did you see the snow?" Layla asked.

"I did. It's pretty but I don't think it's going to amount to much."

"I came down looking for Amy. She's under the blanket on the sofa."

Kathy walked over and looked at the lump. "She's probably very excited and couldn't sleep. What time did you get in last night?"

"It was after 11:00. You were already in bed, I guess."

"Yes, but I set the alarm for 2:00 so I could get all the presents under the tree."

"They're beautiful," Layla responded. "Do you want to have breakfast before the gifts are open?"

"I don't think Amy would eat anything until she opens her gifts."

Eric struck a match to the fire starter and watched it slowly build into a crackling and snapping inferno. He heard behind him, "Daddy." He turned and smiled at Amy peeking from under her cover.

"Good morning, sweetheart. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas."

"Did the fire wake you?"

"Yes, but it's nice."

"Did you see all the gifts that Santa left?"

"Yes. I woke early and came down. I saw two with my name." 

"I'll bet there are more than two."

"Grandma told me to not touch them until she gave permission."

"I'm surprised you remembered that."

"I remember important things." She pulled off the blanket and climbed into her daddy's arms. "I had a good time last night."

"I did too. Do you like your gifts?"

"I do. Uncle Paulo gave me the arithmetic machine. It's fun."

"I saw the animals line up to be counted and then some of them ran and hid so you had to count them again and figure out how many were gone."

"It does all kinds of games like that. I had to remember where each of them ran so I could find and count them. Three were behind the barn and two were in the house. I played again and six ran behind the hay pile and three into the tool shed."

Steve walked in and greeted everyone before walking to the window and gazing at the large flakes coming down. "This is beautiful. Amy, come look at the snow."

Eric carried Amy over and handed her to granddaddy. She hugged his neck and straddled his waist as they watched the flakes fall and then melt on the warmer ground.

Kathy asked, "Is everyone ready to open Santa's presents?"

Amy screamed, "I am." She struggled to get out of her granddaddy's arms and on to the business at hand.

Kathy and Layla distributed the gifts and everyone unwrapped their colorful boxes amid the excited squeals of the ladies and the laughs and wonderful comments of everyone. Amy got another baby doll, three very pretty outfits, two books and a board game. Layla said, "Miss Annie is now going to have lots of playmates."

"I know. But Miss Annie might not like that."

"Why, sweetheart?"

"Because she's my friend."

"Why don't you tell her that you love her and that the new dolls are not as important to you as she is?"

"I will."

****

Angelo and Anna arrived for the Christmas lunch shortly after 1:00pm. Anna brought the two traditional dishes ready to be baked in the oven. Layla proudly introduced them to Steve and Kathy and everyone sat and visited in front of the crackling fire as if they had known each other a long time. Amy took turns sitting in Steve's lap and then in Angelo's. The snow flurries had stopped but a light dusting remained on the patio.




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Anna and Kathy walked with Layla to the kitchen and worked to prepare the lunch. Each talked about the gifts they'd received from their loved ones and about Amy's many gifts. 

Eric said to Amy, "Sweetheart, why don't we go up and change for lunch? I'll help you put on one of your pretty dresses."

"Can I wear one of the new ones?"

"I think mommy will want to wash those before you wear them."

"Why?"

"They may have dirt or chemicals on them that need to be washed off."

"Awww daddy. They look clean."

They walked upstairs with Amy continuing to argue her case.

Angelo said to Steve, "She's an amazing little girl. When I first saw her, I thought she was older, just small for her age. When Layla told me she was four, I almost fell over. I've never seen a child with the vocabulary and obvious intelligence she has at this age."

Steve responded, "She watches shows like Sesame Street and has us read to her every night. She is reading some words now but she's memorized many of her books. She loves to play games and her imagination is top notch. She describes these long conversations she's had with her dolls and the details are such that I never know if she's had that discussion with a person or not."

"She goes into kindergarten next year?"

"Yes, in September. But Eric is thinking about seeing if she can get into first grade. The only problem is she will be smaller than others in the class and bigger kids like to bully the smaller ones."

"Somehow, I don't think she'll tolerate bullying too well," Angelo replied.

"Right, she'll figure out how to deal with it, I'm sure."

"Has Eric decided about medical school yet?"

"Yes, he's applying to several major programs. We hope he gets into Penn as that is close by and will make it easier on everyone."

Angelo smiled. His cousin worked in the office of admissions at Penn. It's time to call in some favors, he thought.

When the meal was ready and the blessing asked, Eric requested everyone's attention. "Last night, I asked Mr. Russo for permission to ask Layla to marry me." Kathy and Steve cheered while Angelo and Anna smiled.

Eric joked, "After a lot of debate and exchange of a very large sum of money, papa gave his permission." Everyone including Layla laughed.

Angelo responded, "I had to pay Eric a fortune." This time everyone roared, except Layla who gave her dad a stand-down stare.

Everyone talked about the wedding plans. Layla and Eric wanted to have the wedding in late August, before school began, and asked if they could have the ceremony at the house next to the river. Both liked a meadow that was just below the house. Layla said she didn't want a big church wedding, like her sister had. The meadow could easily hold 200 people and that was more than they thought would be invited. Angelo was delighted. Janice's wedding had cost a fortune when almost 400 came.

"Mommy, you said I could help plan the wedding. What can I do?"

"We need to decide where to have the food and drinks for everyone after the service. Where would you like to do it?"

"Would everyone fit in the kitchen and sitting room?"

"I don't think so."

"The patio is large. What about putting the food and drinks there?" Kathy asked.

"What do you think about renting a large tent and put it next to the patio?" Eric asked.

"That'd be good." Amy replied. "What about parking for everyone?"

"Good question, Amy. What about parking?" Layla asked.

Eric replied, "We might have to offer valet parking. I could talk to the school down the road and see if we could use their parking lot on a Saturday. The valets could shuttle everyone to the house." 

Steve added, "A nice donation to the school might help the decision. Amy, would you go with me to talk to them."

"Okay."

"Amy, you're a great wedding planner," Anna said.

"Thank you. I'll talk to Miss Annie and get more ideas." Everyone smiled.

Eric's cellphone rang and he went to the sitting room to talk. It was Melissa.

"Merry Christmas, Melissa.

"Yes, we just finished lunch with Layla's parents. Now is a perfect time.

"Great, see you then."

"Melissa is coming over. Evidently Santa left a gift for Amy over at her house."

"Daddy, Santa wouldn't do that. Mommy must have bought me something."

"Maybe so."

"But I didn't get a gift for her."

"Amy, I'm sure she's not expecting anything."

"But I want to give her something if she got me something."

"Amy, that's not necessary. She's getting a blessing by giving you something. Have you heard that it's more blessed to give than receive?"

"No. But I know I'm happy when I give something to a friend."

"What do you want to give her?"

Amy ran into the garage and got a box out of the trash bag. "Grandma, can I have some wrapping paper and tape?"

"Sure, sweetheart. What are you going to wrap?"

"It's what she needs to help her."

Kathy brought the paper and tape to her and Amy ran upstairs.

"Can I go with you Amy?" Layla yelled as she ran up the stairs.

"No mommy." 

****

Melissa arrived late afternoon. Anna and Angelo were still there and were pleasantly surprised at how beautiful and personable she was. From what Layla had told them, they were expecting much less. Pleasant greetings were exchanged. Melissa carried a bag with a large binder and a wrapped gift.

Amy heard her arrive and ran down to greet her. "Hi mommy. Merry Christmas."

"Hi Amy. Merry Christmas. You look lovely this afternoon."

"Thank you."

Eric said, "Please come in and have a seat. The fire is nicely warm and we're just making hot chocolate."

"You remembered how I love hot chocolate."

Eric replied, "Of course." She smiled.

Anna said, "We need to be going. I'm still recovering from last night."

"Oh. We heard all about the party you had. Sounds like it was fun," Kathy said.

"We had 26 in the house and it was loud. Amy had fun, didn't you sweetheart?"

"Yes, I did. The cookies were very good." Everyone laughed once again.

Angelo and Anna kissed Amy and Layla and shook hands with everyone else as they departed. It had been a wonderful visit and they felt very good about Layla marrying into this family.

Melissa and everyone returned to the sitting room as hot chocolate was poured and enjoyed. Amy wanted milk and a cookie, of course.

"Amy, I have a little gift for you. I was trying to think of something that you would enjoy and that could teach you important information. Can you open it and see what you think?"

Amy ripped open the beautiful paper and saw a box with an apple on it. Eric looked at Melissa and frowned. Amy opened the box and found the newest model of iPad.

"Oh, wow. Thank you mommy." Amy had no idea what it was.

"Mommy and daddy, I loaded some apps that are age appropriate for Amy and all the bad things on the Internet are blocked. It's a Wi-Fi only model so there are no monthly charges and she can't buy stuff through the apps."

Eric smiled and replied, "Thank you. You answered my concerns." Layla grinned.

"Amy, I want you to learn as much as you can and so much good information is available on the Internet. The games you can play are really cool. And there are some great books on there just for you."

"I like it, mommy. Can I bring it with me when we visit?"

"I'd like that. We can play games together and I can show you how to look up answers to questions you have."

Amy walked over to show her gift to her grandparents.

Melissa whispered to Eric, "Can we meet somewhere without Amy. I have something for you and Layla."

"Sure." Eric walked over to his mom and whispered to her. 

Kathy said, "Amy, let's go up and play. I'm dying to see that new horse book of yours."

"Okay. I saw Terry in the book. He smelled but I liked him." 

Layla grinned and shook her head.

After Kathy and Steve walked up with Amy, Melissa pulled a large three ring binder out of the bag.

"When I was in jail, I had a lot of time to think. I was able to save what little money they paid me to work in the laundry and bought this binder, cheap notebook paper and some pens. I started writing about my life for Amy to read one day when she was ready."

Eric and Layla glanced at each other. This was impressive.

"I wrote everything in the form of vignettes. When I started, I had no idea what I'd end up writing about and in what order I'd write them; so I did each as a separate story. They are now in chronological order, or as close as I can make them. I'd like to give this to you to read and decide when each one can be given to her. Some of the really ugly ones should be read when she's an adult and can understand adult issues. A lot of the early ones are about growing up, about my dolls and toys, when I met Eric, my love of Eric and all the things we did together. I wrote about the loneliness I felt when he was in the military. I wrote about getting pregnant and having Amy. I wrote about getting into drugs and the effect that drugs had on me, and I wrote about betraying our marriage. I wrote about selling my body to get money for drugs. I wrote about an abortion I had and how terrible I later felt about killing my baby." Melissa started crying.

Tears were beginning to run down Layla's cheeks.

"I wrote about being in jail and about the woman from the church who came to talk to me about God. I wrote about the small New Testament she gave me and how reading it changed my life. I wrote about being arrested and strip-searched and sentenced to jail. I wrote about women in jail with me and what I learned from them. The last one was written this week after Amy was found.

Eric replied, "This is heavy stuff."

"It is," Melissa responded, "But I owed it to her. I never really knew if I'd see her again but I wanted her to know about me from my own hand. I wanted the lessons I learned to benefit Amy and maybe lower the chances of her going through the same problems. This book was supposed to come to you if I died. Thank God, I survived and can give it to you in person. Please read it and you two decide the timing, if ever, you want her to read each story."

Eric responded, "This is very special, maybe life-changing for her. Thank you for doing this."

"Just so you know, I am sick. I have hepatitis C from all my drug use but it's not yet affecting my health. It may eventually kill me, but it's very slow and I may live a normal life span. About 50% of the people with it do. I am getting treatment but there's a lot of uncertainty." Tears were flowing. 

Layla moved to sit beside her and hugged her. Eric walked to get tissues and returned to hug both of them. Eric turned some of the pages and could instantly see the enormous effort Melissa had put into this. The script was perfect and had obviously been written over from a rough draft. Everything was in Melissa's beautiful handwriting. There must have been five hundred pages.

"Melissa, this is very important for Amy and she will value this all her life," Layla said.

"I hope so. I never want her to go through what I did."

Eric looked up and saw Amy walking down the stairs with a present. The wrapping looked like a four year old did it but that wasn't important. Kathy and Steve walked down behind her. Kathy was crying and Steve's eyes were red.

"Mommy, I have a present for you."

"Oh, sweetheart, you didn't have to give me anything."

"I want to." She handed it to Melissa and then crawled up into Layla's lap and tucked her head into her chest.

Melissa opened it and was totally overcome with emotion. She cried as she looked down at Miss Annie in the box. "Amy, you cannot give me Miss Annie. She's your best friend."

"I know but you need her. She helped me when I was lonely. She was my best friend and mommy when I needed one. Now I have two mommies and you need her."

"Sweetheart, you can't just give away your best friend."

"We talked and she wants to help you. I can see her when I come for a visit."

Melissa looked at Layla and Eric who both had tears running down their cheeks. They nodded. Melissa reached and pulled Amy to her for a hug and kiss.

"Amy, this is the best gift anyone has ever given me. I will treasure her all my life. But I want you to know that you can have her back anytime you need her. She will always be your friend. I love you so much and she loves you too."

Layla said, "Amy, I'm very proud of you. This is hard for you to do and it takes great courage."

She crawled back into Layla's arms and gazed at Miss Annie. She had already kissed her goodbye before she put her in the box. 

"Miss Annie likes to sleep with me and I know she wants to sleep with you. Please hug her and give her a kiss before you go to sleep." A tear rolled down Amy's cheek.

"I will. And when you visit me, she will sleep with you."

As her tears flowed, Melissa looked at Eric and said, "I've a new chapter to write."




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"You can come visit me but your job is here."

Melissa turned and walked quietly downstairs. She now understood why Amy gave her the doll. It was a gift of love in its purest form.

****

The start of classes seemed to come too soon. The three couples were having too much fun being somewhat carefree. But reality set in and their schedules were suddenly very tight. This would be their last few months together and the three sisters did what they could to use the time wisely.

Layla's business took off after the students were back and she learned that one other fraternity had decided to require their pledges do sex videos. There were numerous rumors on campus about these sex recordings and many students were claiming to have seen them.

One afternoon, Layla was at her studio editing videos when she heard a knock on the door. She looked out the window to see a university police officer and another well-dressed man. Fearfully, she opened the door and greeted them with a forced smile. 

"Hi. What can I do for you?"

"I'm Jack Morris. I'm one of many assistants to the dean of students and this is Officer Stiles with our campus police. Are you Ms. Russo?"

"Yes. I'm Layla Russo."

"May we come in?"

"Sure. Is this an official visit?"

"We're just looking into a situation on campus and need to ask a few questions."

"Do I need to call my attorney for this meeting?" 

He smiled. "That's up to you of course. We aren't here to arrest you or anything like that. Let's sit and talk and then if you want to call a halt to our discussion, we can do that until your attorney is present."

"I'm fine with that."

They sat around the conference table. She offered them a beer but they declined.

"We've heard rumors that you're producing porn films here involving students of the university."

"Those rumors aren't true. I shoot videos for students and they can be on just about any subject. Some of the students want videos of themselves having beautiful sex and I do those but they're not sold and are not porn. I also video their parents or grandparents doing what I call legacy videos." She went on to explain those.

"Ms. Russo, you are a student at the university, I think."

"That's correct."

"Do you own this facility?"

"I rent it."

"Are you licensed to do business in Delaware?"

"Of course." She returned to her desk and pulled out the files containing her business documents and contracts. The two men reviewed the documents and nodded.

"The rumors are that you're selling videos on the Internet that the students in the videos did not authorize you to sell. Is that true?"

"No, it's not. I only do videos ordered by the participants and all copies go to them unless they didn't want to buy the copyright. If I retain the copyright, I can sell them to anyone in the future but I haven't done that."

"How can you prove that?"

"Now we are getting into serious accusations and you're asking me to prove a negative. Let's stop now and schedule a meeting so I can have proper representation. I will say that every video is done under a contract and all the contracts are here in this file."

"Can I look at just one? I'm looking for the paperwork for the one you did for a Ben and Ashley."

Layla turned to the stack and pulled that one off the top. "This is the contract I had with them. They purchased the copyright and I kept no copies of the video. They left here with the master and four copies plus a set of stills. I was paid a little over $1100."

The two men quickly read through the contract and asked if they could make a copy of it. Layla agreed if they signed a statement that it would not be used in anyway as part of a legal complaint against her or her business. She typed out a statement for them to sign before she made the copy they requested.

The assistant dean said, "Thank you, Ms. Russo. I don't see any issue here. Your records appear to be in order and the two students clearly agreed with what you did. They're adults. This video you produced for them is on the Internet on an amateur site. It still has your studio information on the opening legal notice frame. Someone else must have sold it to the site." They stood and thanked her as they shook hands.

Before he left, the officer turned to her and said, "It's a great video, by the way." Everyone grinned.

"Could I ask if you talked to Ben or Ashley before coming to see me?"

"Yes. You confirmed what they said but they are at a loss as to how a copy got out. They have the master and four copies, like you gave them."

"Why don't you ask them who had a grudge to settle. I also hear rumors. And look for someone who can remove the copy protection features I installed. That's not easy to do so it's probably a computer geek."

"We will. Thanks. Just so you know, we're not prudes. We know this goes on all the time. Lord, I did it when I was your age except it was VHS tapes back then. We're just trying to keep the false accusations from hurting someone or forcing us to take disciplinary measures that are not warranted."

"I understand. If you two ever need outstanding videos to document a wedding, a Christening or a party just let me know. We do great work."

Jack replied, "You sure do." They turned and walked to their cars.

****

The senior art exhibit was at the end of February and Julia was ready with twelve paintings. The university promoted the show because it was good advertising for their program and always attracted many art lovers and dealers from the tri-state area. Layla did the promotional video for the university and it was widely seen on local television.

Each artist was required to be at the show during certain hours of the afternoon and evening to meet and greet the patrons and hundreds of other students. The artists were allowed to sell their work, hand out business cards and take orders.

When the paintings were hung, Layla and Julia made photos and videos of her work to document the event.

The traffic was heavy and paintings were being sold. Julia was a little nervous that she'd set her prices too high at $2000 to $2500 but she had a couple of smaller ones at $1500.

The third and last night of the show came and Julia had only sold one of the smaller ones. Cliff came to support her... she was clearly disappointed. Everyone said they loved her work but no one was buying.

A gray-haired gentleman in a business suit walked up while Cliff and Julia were talking about calling it a night. He carefully studied each painting and took time to make notes. Julia walked to him and said, "Sir, you seem to be interested in my paintings. Are there any questions I can answer for you?"

"Are you Ms. Richards?"

"Yes sir." She gave him her card. 

He reached inside his jacket and handed her his card. She was shocked and tingles rush through her. He was Jules Kaufman, owner of the largest and best-known gallery in Philadelphia. She only knew him by reputation, which was at the very pinnacle of the profession.

"Sir, I'm honored to meet you." He smiled. 

"Young lady, you have a very rare talent. From a few feet away, these look like high quality photos. I'm astonished." 

"Thank you sir. Your opinion means the world to me."

He smiled and Julia introduced him to Cliff.

Jules explained, "One of my clients was at this show yesterday, talked to you briefly and called me last night. He was impressed, although he's more into modern art. He made me promise to come tonight."

"I'm thrilled. Thank you for coming."

"Are they still for sale?"

"Yes sir, except for the smaller one of the coiled rattlesnake."

"I'll buy all of them. Can I give you a business check?"

The blood instantly drained from Julia's face and a tingling lightheadedness overwhelmed her. Cliff reached for her just as she fainted. Jules helped Cliff lay her gently on the floor and another student rushed for water. The first aid kit was brought but not used since she recovered when Cliff laid his wet handkerchief across her forehead. A dozen or more of her friends and visitors gather around as she sat up and regained her composure.

Within another minute, Cliff and Jules helped her up and into a chair. She apologized and said, "I suppose I just fainted."

Cliff replied, "Yeah, you did."

Jules asked, "Are you okay now?"

"Yes sir. Mr. Kaufman, did you say you wanted to buy all of my paintings?"

"Yes, plus any more you have like these. There's a big demand for art of this quality. I've clients across North America that will buy these in a minute."

"I'm shocked. I've been told that by others but not by anyone with your reputation." He smiled.

"May I call you Julia?"

"Please do."

"And my name is Jules. I don't like being reminded how old I am."

"Yes sir. I mean Jules." He smiled again and pulled up a chair to sit near her.

"I never do this, Julia, but I'm going to give you some advice that will hurt me."

He paused and then spoke in a very low voice. "Your prices are too low. This grizzly is perfect for a fan poster for a number of universities and sports teams. You cannot imagine how many teams are called the bears, the bruins, the golden bears and so on. That bear looks like it's going eat me. I can almost smell the breath of those coyotes. The eyes on that timber wolf are looking right through me. We could print 5000 posters of any of these and sell them in universities and ballparks everywhere. We could make a limited edition of 500 numbered and signed prints and get $250 each for them."

"I've never thought seriously about that."

"We need to talk, Julia. There are many opportunities open to someone with your talent."

"I'd appreciate that very much."

"I don't like to talk business in a public place like this. Could you come to my office early next week and let's discuss all the options. Cliff, you're obviously invited to come as well."

"I'd love that Jules," she replied. Cliff nodded.

"Do you have anyone representing you?"

"No sir."

"Let's talk about that when you come. You'll need legal representation and I could give you some suggestions."

"Mr. Kaufman, thank you so very much. I'm thrilled."

"You're welcome. I'm not blowing smoke when I say you have the talent to be the next truly great wildlife artist. You're very young and will continue to evolve, I know. I hope that I and my associates can be there with you along the way."

She and Jules shook hands and then, on impulse, she leaned over and kissed his cheek. They smiled as he turned to shake hands with Cliff, who was amazingly quiet.

****

Susanna and Charles returned from the winter break totally in love. They were together most all the time, which could have driven many couples mad and wishing to kill each other. For them, it was a time of learning about every little detail of the other's life. After she revealed her biggest secret, that Charles already knew, all her other secrets were relatively minor and easily shared. Charles had fewer secrets and he kept nothing back. He did admit to having sex with the mother of a girlfriend after he'd mowed her yard one day. 

Susanna roared with laughter. "I'll bet a lot of middle-aged women would like a shot at your virile body," Susanna said.

"Yeah, I should never have gone into her house."

"That's often a plot of porn films. Handsome man mowing grass or cleaning a pool while the lonesome housewife with big fake tits watches him from the window. She invites him in for water or a beer and then rubs her hands and tits all over him."

"How did you know?" 

Susanna laughed. "Are you kidding me? That really happened to you?"

"Unfortunately. It was not a pleasant experience." She laughed again.

Charles and Susanna learned to be great friends and both realized that their relationship was probably mirroring what it would be like if they were married. Their sex was really special and her body adjusted to his size over time.

Susanna's normally strong, maybe even domineering, personality of always being in control and making the decisions gradually moderated. She was beginning to be comfortable following Charles' lead and she was learning to trust him completely.

Charles often found himself gazing at Susanna and wondering why God blessed him with such a partner. His coaches always praised his aggressive play on the field; in her presence, however, he was quiet and thoughtful. Many would describe him as shy but "reserved" would be a better description. Susanna was outgoing, full of life, always with an opinion to share with anyone, no matter if they asked or not. Charles listened, thought carefully and then made his move or expressed his views. Susanna viewed him as her protector, her anchor, her foundation and her lover. He saw in her a passion for everything in life, a source of his happiness and his partner, a true friend and his lover.

His field of study was chemical engineering. Like Susanna, he was an honor student and on the dean's list. There would be many job openings available to him at the Research Triangle Park near Raleigh. With Duke, North Carolina and North Carolina State Universities all close, his work toward a master's degree would be possible. Susanna was destined to follow her father into the personal investment advisory business and join a firm he founded in Raleigh 20 years earlier. He had been very successful and one of Susanna's older brothers was already making a name for himself in that firm.

Although their futures were equally bright, for now Susanna had money and Charles didn't. His parents were solid middle class but he was the third child they had put through college and funds were very tight. Because of football, Charles had a scholarship but spending money was the issue and the scholarship didn't provide the funds he needed to take Susanna out and pay for dates very often. She tried numerous times to pay for their dates but Charles' pride wouldn't let him accept her offers. So they stayed home and did things that didn't cost money.

When spring training arrived, football took over a huge portion of Charles' time and forced him to make some tough decisions. The toughest one was to leave Theta Chi. He just didn't have the money or time. Cliff and the brothers understood completely and there were no hard feelings.

Susanna also understood when he was so exhausted he didn't visit her. They talked most nights, but the physical contact was much less than they had been accustomed. Their love for each other didn't diminish but Susanna started going out more and more with the sisters.

They were at the Deer Park Tavern one evening without any of their guys. As usual, there were an admiring number of men observing their every movement. 

Layla asked, "Don't you get tired of men staring at you all the time? I wish I could hang a sign around my neck that says 'I'm taken, don't bother.' I guess they'd just ignore it anyway."

"Men can't read when their hormones are raging, especially at this age," Susanna responded. The girls grinned. 

Susanna sensed that someone walked up to her and she turned to look. A nice looking young man was standing there with a piece of paper. He said, "Excuse me. Could I have your autograph?" She stared at him. He added, "Please." 

"Why do you want my autograph?" 

"I've admired your work on the Internet. You are the best there is."

Susanna replied, "Have a seat." He was stunned but pulled out the empty chair to sit next to her. He glanced past her to his friends. They were shocked. 

"What's your name?" 

"Dennis," he nervously replied. 

"Are you a student here?" 

"Yes, but only a freshman." 

"Dennis, if I give you my autograph, you'll show it around to all your friends and then they'll track me down and ask for one. I'm no longer in that business. I appreciate that you like my acting but that was all fantasy sold to get young guys like you to jerk off and buy more. My autograph is my name, not the actress you've seen. If you show my real autograph around and others start pestering me for one, my boyfriend will track them down and cut their balls off. He's a tough guy and very protective." 

"Could you at least sign it 'To Dennis, with love, Blu Sky?' You don't have to use your real name." 

"Dennis, Blu Sky is gone, out of business, never to return. She only remains on the Internet." 

Julia advised, "If I were you, Dennis, I'd be happy that she took the time to talk to you and let you sit next to her. Not many guys get to do that." 

Susanna reached and took his hand. His mouth flew open. He actually touched Blu Sky. He quickly glanced over her shoulder back to his table and saw everyone's mouth fly open.

"You're a lovely young man. Any girl would be happy to spread her legs for you. Please spend all your romance time with one of the thousands of beautiful women here on campus and don't watch that crazy fantasy world on the Internet. It will affect you and not in a good way."

"Thank you. I'm sorry I bothered you."

"You didn't bother me. You flattered me and I appreciate that. I hope you understand." She squeezed his hand and turned it loose.

He stood, smiled and responded, "I do," before returning to his friends.

"That worked out well," Julia said. "He's a cute young man. This is going to happen more and more with Ben shooting his mouth off."

"That attention comes with the territory, Julia. When I agreed to get into the business, I knew there might be future problems but it'll blow over. The next hot girl that comes along will force my videos farther into the background. I just can't start giving autographs and get guys attention focused on me all over again."

"How's spring training going with Charles?" asked Layla.

"Good. We talked last night and he feels good about his conditioning and the way the team is coming together. It's tough on all of them. How's the wedding planning coming?"

"It's pretty much on track. The caterer, tent, band and parking are all arranged. The invitations are being printed, all the bridal party is committed but I'm still looking for a dress."

"You didn't mention the minister."

"I know. That's a bit of a sore point with Eric. My priest won't marry us because he's not Catholic and he's been away from the Presbyterian Church so long that he feels guilty about asking his old pastor. It'll work out."

Julia said, "I'm glad you're letting us wear our little black dresses. That saves so much effort and expense."

"The guys will be in black attire so it just seemed that was the way to go."

"Who's your maid or matron of honor?" asked Susanna.

"It's a surprise. You'll have to wait and see. But neither of you made the cut."

"Well thanks a lot!" Julia exclaimed.

"Stop and think about it. I can't choose between you two. You're my best girlfriends in the whole world."

"You're right, Layla," Susanna replied. "But I'd have been the best one." They laughed when Julia threw a potato chip at her.

Layla asked, "Julia, are you getting close to setting a date?"

"We're planning for a year from now. My parents want us to get to know each other over a period of time, and I think they're right. He's moving with me to the ranch and is going to be working in public accounting for the firm dad uses. They do bookkeeping and taxes for a lot of ranches. He'll also be learning about the ranch operations as he works alongside dad and me when he's not in the office."

"Is the wedding going to be in Cody?"

"Yes. Cliff has a number of close friends who'll be invited but my parents have hundreds in that area."

"Speaking of the ranch, whatever happened with Nick?"

"He got a new mommy right after we came home. Cliff and I were so excited. One of the young cows had a stillborn calf and dad got her to accept Nick. He should be weaned by now."

"What are the current plans for your art work?" Layla asked.




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"We've met several times with Mr. Kaufman and have hired the services of a lawyer who specializes in representing artists and musicians. Mr. Kaufman has right of first refusal on any painting I do. He will help me price it and determine if there's a commercial market for it as posters, billboards, advertising and such. He will also help with limited edition prints and host artist events for me to meet and greet at his galleries. I didn't realize it but he owns galleries in New York, Denver and San Francisco as well as the one in Philly."

"It sounds like you're going to be very busy."

"Very. I'm working on another pack of timber wolves now. He wants to sell it as a fan poster in the Minnesota Timberwolves market. The grizzly has been shipped to Italy and there will be 250 giclée prints made. I'll sign and number each one when they return to his gallery. He says he has buyers for most of them."

"Sounds exciting," said Layla.

"Yeah, it's kind of crazy the way it happened. Just out of the blue, my life changed."

"What does Cliff think about all of this?"

"He's excited I think. Sometimes he seems a little down or disengaged. Maybe it's all the time commitment I've made. We're not together near as much as we were. I'm a little worried about it."

Layla advised, "Just be careful and tell him every day how important he is to you. Men must feel their partners depend on them, at least to some degree. It's just part of their mental makeup."

Susanna glanced back at the boys talking to Dennis. They were all staring at her and her sisters. She needed to walk by them to visit the ladies room.

"Girls, I'll be right back." She stood and walked toward the back and passed the bar. As she approached Dennis, she smiled and continued walking.

"Excuse me, beautiful," one of the guys said. She stopped. He looked back at his friends for their supporting smiles. "Dennis says that you're willing to have sex with us." He again looked around for support.

Sensing an opportunity for some fun, she replied, "Dennis! I told you my friends and I wanted to fuck your brains out. We never said anything about your friends."

Dennis smiled and replied, "I'm sorry. I didn't tell them any such thing."

"Why is he good enough for you and we aren't?" The speaker again glanced around for support that seemed to be diminishing. Susanna's withering glare had its effect.

"I'm sure you're very nice but Dennis is a dreamboat. Just look at him," she squealed. They all did and then looked away. "When I rubbed his cock a few minutes ago, I knew he was a very special young man."

Dennis beamed and played along. "Her inner thighs are very soft and smooth," he added. Susanna grinned and winked at him.

"Well guys, it's good to see you. Get out there and find some fun ladies. I've got to go pee. Dennis has got me all excited and wet again."

She walked away and the guys all stared at her butt. They turned back to Dennis with a new admiration wrapped in jealousy. He grinned. That was much better than an autograph.

****

Eric called as usual late one evening in early April.

"Hi sweetheart."

Hey there, I've been thinking all evening about you. Are you at work?"

"Yeah, I just got here. I went by the townhouse and picked up the mail. I've got some good news for us?"

Layla sat up in bed and asked, "What is it?"

"I've been accepted at Penn's Medical School."

Layla screamed. "OH MY GOD! That's wonderful news!" Susanna and Julia came running when they heard the scream and joined her on the bed.

"Eric, let me put you on speaker. Susanna and Julia are here."

"Hi Eric."

"Hey ladies." 

"Eric has been accepted at Penn's Medical School." The two sisters screamed and hugged Layla while trying to talk all at the same time.

Eric added, "By the strangest coincidence, I also received an acceptance notice to Duke's Medical School today."

Susanna replied, "Those are two of the best. Congratulations! That is fantastic. They obviously recognized how great you are."

"Thanks Susanna. I'm very excited."

Julia responded, "I'll bet you are, and so are we."

Layla asked, "Have you called your parents yet?"

"No, you're the first to know. I'll let them know when I call Amy tomorrow morning."

"I'm so proud of you, sweetheart. I'm sitting here with tears dripping all over the place."

"Us too," added Julia. "We'll go back to bed now and leave you to talk with Layla."

Susanna added, "Eric, we all love you very much and are proud of you and what you do every day. Layla is very lucky to have your love."

"Thanks Susanna. All of you ladies are special."

After the sisters walked out and closed the door, Layla and Eric talked for another few minutes until an alarm sounded. "Got to go. I'll come for breakfast."

"Be safe sweetheart. I love you."

"Love you too." 

They now knew where he would go to medical school and they could make plans for after the wedding. Layla would have to move the business to the Philadelphia area and needed to decide where. 

They would need a townhouse or condo. Layla wanted her own place, with Amy and Eric so they could be a family. Medical school would be very expensive and she expected that they would have to take out student loans. She knew that money would be tight but her video business was profitable and growing rapidly.

****

Eric arrived on time the next morning and they met at the door. Layla threw herself into his arms for one of the most passionate kisses she'd shared with him.

"I am so proud of you, Eric. To be admitted to two prestigious medical schools is hard but you did it."

Eric grinned. "There was a handwritten note from the director of admissions at Penn. You want to see it?"

"Of course I do."

Layla read, "Dear Eric, I am very pleased that our admissions committee has selected you and I truly hope you agree to study here. Your experience both in the military and with emergency services in Delaware is exemplary and I look forward to personally welcoming you to the Perelman School of Medicine."

"Eric, this is a great. He took the time to actually write you a note, not just have his assistant print one out. This is special."

"I think I have a chance now to reach my goal. With you beside me, supporting me and loving me, I can't fail. I won't fail."

"I know you won't. Let's have breakfast and then call your parents and Amy."

Julia was up early for a class and joined them for oatmeal and fruit. As they were sipping the last of the coffee, Erik called with the speaker on for Layla and Julia to hear.

Kathy answered, "Hi Eric,"

"Hi mom."

"Hold on and let me get Amy."

He could hear in the background Amy running down the stairs and to the phone.

"Hi daddy!"

"Good morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes. I slept with Miss Emily and she was quiet all night." The girls smiled.

"That's good. Are you dressed for school?"

"Not yet."

"Can you hand the phone to grandma for a moment?"

"Okay."

"I'm back," said Kathy.

"I've got some good news for you and Amy. Can you turn on the speaker?"

"Okay, we're ready. Amy, your daddy's got some good news."

"I already know. The Easter bunny is coming in three days!" she screamed.

They all laughed.

"That's important, I know, but I have some other good news."

"Okay."

"I got notices yesterday that I've been admitted to both Penn and Duke medical schools."

Kathy exclaimed, "Wonderful! Amy, your daddy is going to be a doctor."

"I don't like doctors."

"Amy, he's going to help people who are sick to get well," Kathy explained.

"Okay."

"Eric, I am very proud of you. You've worked so hard for this and you did it."

Layla interrupted, "Mom, this is Layla."

"Hi mommy!" Amy yelled over Kathy's greeting.

"Hi sweetheart. I am so happy for your daddy. Doctors are good and work hard to help people. Why don't you like them?"

"They stick needles in my bottom. They hurt."

The adults smiled and stifled their laughs. 

"Amy, those are medicines to keep you well. They may hurt for a few seconds but they keep you from getting really sick."

"They still hurt." 

"So we have one vote in favor of daddy becoming a doctor and one vote against it," replied Layla.

Amy responded, "If daddy put the needle in my bottom, it might not hurt."

Kathy replied, "I think that's right, Amy. Your daddy is very gentle."

"Okay. He can be a doctor."

Julia and Layla exclaimed, "Yea!"

Eric added, "Thank you Amy. I need your support." 

"Okay."

"Mom, I'll call dad as soon as he gets to work."

"He'll burst the buttons off his shirt. I pity anyone around him today as that's all he'll talk about."

Eric said, "Amy, you have a great day in school. I love you."

"I love you daddy. I love you mommy."

"I love you too, Amy. See you this weekend."

"Okay. Bring your Easter basket."

"I will." 




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They left the barn and ran quickly to the forest. Within a few minutes, they found five more next to trees, in the crotch of limbs and under small pieces of brush. Amy laughed or giggled with every find. Steve was exhausted and he convinced Amy to start the walk back to the house. The other cousins were running all over the place, yelling every time they found one. It was pure chaos but so much fun.

When Leonardo called time, every one made their way back to the house to determine the winner. Unlike most Easter egg hunts, the winner was not the one with the most eggs. It was the one with the most money in the eggs. All the baskets were placed on the picnic table with the name of the child attached. The adults quickly opened all the eggs and counted the money. Amy finished second with $41.25 in money and gift certificates. She was thrilled, especially when Leonardo presented her a very large second-prize red ribbon to be hung on her bedroom wall. The money didn't mean much to Amy but that ribbon was wonderful.

After relaxing and letting the kids play for another hour, the Beltons and Layla left for home in New Hope. It had been a great day. 

****

Julia spent Easter weekend with Cliff at his parent's house in Bethany Beach. They went for long walks on the beach and enjoyed the sunny, but cool days. Very few of the boardwalk shops and restaurants were open as the tourist season was still a month away. 

Cliff's parents were very nice and his sister Janet was delightful. She was still in high school but would graduate in June. Julia and Janet spent many hours shopping at the outlet malls and hanging out.

Late one afternoon, Cliff and Julia were walking and a field of spring wildflowers near the shoreline caught her eye. She took many photos of it from different angles as the sunset approached. The colors were vibrant and the crashing waves gave a surreal feel to the whole setting. This would be her next painting, she thought.

After Julia had taken at least 30 photos, Cliff asked, "What's special about this scene?"

"To me, there's a conflict."

"A conflict?"

"Yes. Most all of my wildlife paintings try to capture a moment of conflict or just before a conflict. The coiled rattlesnake is warning the observer not to come closer. The grizzly is attacking; the coyotes have gathered and are warily looking for an opportunity to attack. The wolf is studying the observer as a possible meal; the prairie dogs are in various stages of alert and expect an attack at any moment."

"I understand all of that, but why do flowers present a conflict?"

"It's the contrast between the flowers and the crashing ocean waves. The flowers are peaceful and quiet. Their showy colors are heart-warming and just make you want to sit down among them and smell their fragrance and study their blooms. The crashing waves are dramatic, almost angry and threatening. The observer will feel fear as they see them and that presents a strong contrast to the peaceful wildflowers. The conflict is within the observer."

"Oh, I think I understand. It's not that the painting is showing a conflict, like a fight; it's creating within the observer the feeling of a conflict."

"Exactly. It's all about the emotional connection with the observer. Some people make the connection and the painting becomes an emotion-inducing object for them. Others don't make the connection and walk on to the next painting."

"You're saying that the painting must create a personal experience for someone to admire and buy it."

"Think about it. You walk up to a painting and it's nice, the colors are good and may go with your decorating scheme. But unless it stirs your soul, capturing your emotions, you're not going to pay the money to acquire it. Fan posters, for example, stir the feeling of pride, of your team versus the world. In your mind, the image of the grizzly, for example, represents the character and fearlessness of your team."

Cliff nodded.

Julia took a few more photos before resuming their walk.

"Jules told me when you went to the ladies room that you were going to become a very wealthy young lady."

"With his help, I might. Does that concern you?"

"Of course not."

She took his hand and said, "I don't believe you."

After several moments, he replied, "There's that Wyoming directness again."

"I can't help it. Ever since Jules came to the show, I've noticed subtle changes in you. I think there's a part of you that's not happy about all of this."

They walked on for several moments before Cliff replied. "Seriously, Julia, I am very happy for you. That takes a lot of pressure off you running the ranch."

"Sweetheart, this is not a me or you situation. We're partners in everything. I need you more than ever. I just have the feeling that you're having second thoughts."

"I don't know why you feel that way."

"Cliff, you and I both came from a traditional background. Our dads made the money in our families and took on the role of breadwinner and provider like their dads before them. We are both very comfortable in that family structure. Now, it looks a little different with my art bringing in a lot of money. That concerns me and I'm sensing it concerns you. The money will create a much more comfortable future for us but if it's a wedge between us, I'll stop painting right now. You mean much more to me than painting."

"I could never ask you to do that. It's your passion. Julia, I really don't know why I feel like I do. Maybe it's jealousy, maybe it's the feeling that you really don't need me or that I will end up being dependent on you. I just don't know."

"Sweetheart, all of this was unexpected and is new to both of us. The thing that has not changed is the fact that I love you more than anything else. The only way I can continue painting is if you support me and run the ranch and your accounting business. I am very dependent on you. Cliff, you're the head of the family. There can only be one head of the family. I do love to paint and it is a passion of mine. But you're more important to me."

"Do you want to have children?" he asked.

"Absolutely. At least three."

"But they will take your time away from painting."

She stopped and stared at him before replying. "Where the hell did that come from?"

"I'm just saying that you're going to have more priorities than time."

She continued to stare at him. "Now I understand. You're really worried about my priorities. You're concerned that my painting will replace other important activities."

They walked on in the fading sunlight. Cliff reached for her hand and said, "I think that's part of my concern."

"And the other part is that you want to be the provider and take care of me?"

"I think most men feel they have that responsibility. Maybe that goes back to our caveman days of being the hunters."

"Sweetheart, I want to be taken care of. I love the idea of being a kept woman by my loving husband." She stopped and pulled him close for a kiss.

Julia grinned and said, "I promise to be very sensitive to our priorities. But, we must talk about our concerns when they come up. Waiting a few months and letting it grow into a bigger concern is not good. I need you. I really need you. I don't want anything to come between us. Can we promise to be more open and honest when something is bothering us?"

"I promise."

"Cliff, I've never had an income. This is all new to me. I do think we need to plan what to do with that money as it comes in. If it's as much as Jules indicates, we need to do careful tax planning and have an investment strategy. I'm depending on you for that."

"How about we put some of it into a trust of some kind for our kids?" Cliff asked.

"That's a wonderful idea. Our spending money would then come from your work and the ranch but the money from the art goes into savings and a trust for our kids."

"Let me look into it and talk to some people smarter than me. There are lots of tax-saving opportunities and the ranch may present even more. I just need to dive into it."

They walked back to the house, arriving well after sunset. Julia was very relieved to now understand at least some of Cliff's concerns. She knew that going forward, she must be very sensitive to his feelings. Layla was exactly right... Cliff needed to feel important in their marriage and that was her responsibility.

****

Eric tried several times before reaching Melissa at the rehab center on Monday morning. She agreed to meet him for lunch but was very surprised by his invitation.

They met as planned at a restaurant near her facility. They hugged and kissed each other's cheeks before being seated.

After pleasantries, they placed their orders before Melissa said, "There's obviously something on your mind and I'm sensing it's not pleasant. What's the problem?"

"Amy has been a problem for the last week. She had two separate incidents at school that were severe enough for the teachers to call my mother. She was being very combative and hit a boy. Mom found her crying in bed one afternoon but Amy wouldn't tell her or anyone what was bothering her. When I was with her on Saturday, she and I went for a walk along the river. We sat on the bank and she crawled into my lap and begged me not to send her away."

"Send her away?"

"Yes. She said that when she was with you last weekend, you told her that I might have her live with you after Layla and I had a baby. She didn't want to leave me."

"Oh no. That's not what I said. We were talking about her coming over more often and I asked her if she would like to do that? She said yes and then I said that maybe after you and Layla had a baby that you would let her see me more often. I never implied that she would permanently move in with me." Eric could tell from her reaction and her eyes that she was not telling the truth.

"She's only four years old, Melissa. She understood something totally different. She internalized it and was worried all week that I was going to give her away to you and she wouldn't see me again. That's what caused her anxiety and all the problems in school. You've got to be very sure she understands when you tell her something. I told her that I'd never give her away and that she will live with me until it's time for her to be on her own. If you want more time with her, let's talk about that with Amy and all come to an agreement."

"Of course. I'd like more time with her. Could we consider going to one weekend a month?"

"Let me talk to Amy and Layla and I'll let you know. Amy is the most believing person in the world. She believes adults when they tell her something. The thought that an adult would fib to her has never crossed her mind. Layla and she pray together every night and Amy always has a list of people and things she wants to pray for. You are almost always on that list."

"Thanks for telling me. I promise to never talk to her again about staying with me or frequency of visits. I'm sorry that this happened."

"Let's just make sure it doesn't happen again."

When Eric returned home, he told Layla and Amy what Melissa had said. Amy was very quiet and probably realized for the first time that adults will tell a fib. There was no doubt in her mind that her first mommy had said she was going to live with her after a new baby was born. When Eric asked Layla and Amy about increasing the number of visits, Amy was very quick to say no. Layla looked at Eric and they both agreed with her. In her prayers that night, nothing was mentioned about her first mommy but she did want to pray for Miss Annie.

****

Springtime was beautiful in Delaware. Masses of tulips, daffodils and pansies seemed to be on every street corner and in every yard. The flowering trees were spectacular. The sisters began walking to classes rather than driving or catching the campus bus.

As graduation approached, the girls had a feeling of melancholy. Their four fantastic years were coming to a close and the future would separate them by hundreds and hundreds of miles. All remained busy with sorority commitments, classes, planning for Layla's wedding, and visits from Amy, video production, painting and dating. The guys were over at the house several times a week and often stayed overnight. 

Eric moved out of the townhouse to make room for Gabby. The girls and guys all pitched in to move his furniture and belongings. The furniture went into temporary storage and his clothing to the house in Newark. When Gabby was ready to move, the girls and guys helped with that and then celebrated with a delicious dinner prepared by Michelle, complete with homemade cookies. Amy was thrilled.

Eric and Layla were able to find a townhouse in Ardmore that was about half way between Radnor, where Layla's parents lived, and the University of Pennsylvania. It would be available August 1. Anna had already volunteered to keep Amy whenever Layla needed a babysitter.

As an early wedding gift to Layla and Eric, Paulo and his wife Tina paid their townhouse rent for two years. Both were shocked at the generosity of her brother and many tears were shed when Tina informed Layla.

The love between Susanna and Charles bloomed. They were often together and frequently cooked meals and watched Netflix movies at the house. Susanna learned that one doesn't need to spend money in order to have a great date. They occasionally went to local restaurants and bars but were sometimes interrupted by autograph seekers. Susanna always turned them down and Charles helped by standing up and looming over them until they walked away.

Susanna's dad called her one evening and said that he had sold the house to the father of another girl who was coming to Delaware from Raleigh so they didn't have to move out anytime soon. That was a big relief to the sisters.

Julia took her painting of the seaside flowers to Jules one morning. Upon arriving, she saw a scurry of activity in the office area. Jamie, the office manager, met Julia as she entered carrying the painting. They exchanged quick hugs.

"What's going on?" Julia asked.

"A very large shipment of paintings and prints just arrived from Italy and your grizzly is on the shipping list. We're trying to get everything organized and inspected to make sure nothing was damaged. Will you have time today to sign and number the prints?"

"Actually, I do. I just need to call Cliff and cancel our lunch plans."

"Is this your latest creation?" Jamie asked as she gazed at the painting leaning against the desk.

"Yes. I departed from wildlife to do this scene. I'm interested in what Jules says about it."

"Honey, he's going to love it. This is beautiful. I really like the colors and those waves are perfect. I don't know how you do it, Julia."

"I love nature and animals and that comes out in my work."

"Jules talks about you to everyone. I wish you could hear how he brags about your work. I've been with him for 22 years and he's never been so excited about an artist."

"Thank you. That's great to hear."

The office door opened and Jules emerged with an elderly gentleman. They walked together to Julia and Jamie.

"Julia, I'm glad you're here. I want you to meet Robert Grey. Robert, this is Julia Richards, the young lady I've mentioned to you."

Julia's heart was pounding with excitement.

"Julia, it's a pleasure to meet you. Jules has shown me photos of your work and we were just headed out to the showroom to let me see them in person."

"Mr. Grey, I'm honored and very happy to meet you. I've admired your wildlife paintings for many years. The textbook in one of my classes has a chapter devoted to your work. You've influenced me as much as any living artist."

"That's always nice to hear. There'll be a generation of artists who'll say the same about you."

They walked together into the gallery. There were six rooms and hundreds of paintings, etchings, statues and pottery throughout. When they approached the large timber wolf painting, Robert stopped half way across the room and gazed at it for a few moments. He walked closer and stood there for many seconds to study. He then walked closer and put on his reading glasses to see the small detailed brush strokes.

Julia didn't know what to think or say so she remained silent. Jules touched her arm and flashed her a wide smile. After what seemed to be minutes, but was probably 20 seconds, Robert turned and smiled and stepped toward her. "Julia, I'm astonished. Jules told me that you were a very young but accomplished artist. He didn't tell me you have redefined wildlife art. I'm stunned. You've captured the spirit and character of this wolf. I have never seen that done to this degree. Its eyes tell the story of its life and makes me feel the fear that a person should feel when in the presence of this magnificent predator."

"Thank you sir." Julia felt hot and knew she must be blushing.

They walked to the next room for Robert to see the coyotes and prairie dogs. He had similar comments about each of them. Julia was speechless as his praise flowed.

Jules said, "Robert, the other one I want you to see just arrived this morning from Italy."

"Oh, you had prints made?"

"Yes. It's an amazing painting."

They walked together to the office and the conference room where all the paintings were being uncrated. Jamie was there overseeing the process.

Jules asked, "Has Julia's painting been uncrated?"

"Yes. It's leaning against the far wall." Jules walked there and found it facing the wall like all the others. He carefully pulled it out and turned it to face Robert and Julia.

"Oh my!" Robert exclaimed. He walked to it and stopped as before. After several seconds, he turned to Julia and extended his arms to hug her. They embraced as everyone cheered. All the office help just realized that they were present when the two best wildlife artists in the world embraced.

"Julia, can I adopt you?" Robert asked. Everyone in the room erupted with laughter.

"I'm afraid I've been taken," she said with a sly grin.

"Young lady, I uh, I'm uh. Well I don't know what to say. I won't try to invent a new superlative. Jules, I trust you have put her with the very best representation."

"Yes, she's with Jack Casita."

"Excellent."

"Julia, take Jack's advice. He will have your best interest in mind. There are many unscrupulous characters in the art world but he's not one of them."

"Thank you sir."

Jules asked Jamie, "Have the prints of the grizzly been opened?"

"They're in the other conference room waiting for Julia to sign."

"Let's go take a look," Robert said. They walked into the adjacent room and saw the 250 prints stacked neatly in front of a workspace.

Jules advised, "This is her first print."

The three carefully studied the artwork. Julia was very excited to see the perfect quality of the reproduction and her heart raced as she turned over a few of the copies.

"Julia, we need to give you some special gloves to wear when you handle these. We have a 4B pencil for you to use for the numbers and your signature."

Robert asked, "May I buy one?"

"Sir, I will give you one."

"Absolutely not! Don't ever give away your work. This is only going to increase in value over the years so don't feel bad about charging for it. Also, as Jules will tell you, never sell number one of a limited edition. You must keep that for your children. It's like money in the bank and you don't have to pay taxes on it."

"That's a great idea. I have a lot to learn."

"We all had to learn. I'm going to give you my phone number. If you ever have a question or just want to talk about something, give me a call. I called many other artists when I was young and we all need to lean on each other. You're with a great gallery and a great lawyer so you're already getting solid advice. But sometimes a second opinion will help your thought process and generate a new idea."




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"I agree," Jules added.

Julia took her seat and, as Robert directed, she wrote "1 of 250" and her signature in the lower corners on the border just below the art. Robert purchased number 2 and asked Jules to ship it to his home in Canada. He then bid farewell to Julia, again with a warm hug, and reminded her to call him at any time.

It took almost two hours to complete the signatures. Julia remembered to call Cliff with only 30 minutes to spare.

"Hi sweetheart."

"Hey, are we still on?"

"That's why I'm calling. I brought the seashore painting up to Jules and the grizzly prints had arrived this morning. I'm signing and numbering those now and am afraid I have to cancel our lunch."

"I'll have to find some other beautiful woman I guess."

"I'm sure you will. How about we have dinner later this evening?"

"I'll check my schedule and let you know."

"Thanks. Love you."

"Love you too, bye."

That exchange bothered Julia. She had just put her art priorities ahead of Cliff. But it was too late to do anything about it.

Julia walked into the office area and Jamie handed her an envelope. She opened it and saw a check for $37,000. "What's this?" she asked.

"It's your share of the grizzly prints. Jules is buying them from you, paying the printer and then will sell them at his galleries. Jack is also negotiating with the University of California Promotions Department for a fan print. It's perfect for their golden bears mascot. Jack will call you with the details."

"I didn't expect to be paid so soon."

"That's the way Jules does business. I noticed that you haven't cashed that first $25,000 check he gave you for the paintings."

"I know. I was waiting for Cliff to make some decisions."

"Well, at least stick it in the bank so we can keep our accounts current."

"I will."

"Do you want to take the number one print with you or have us ship it to your home?"

"Could you ship it to my parents?"

"Of course. Jules loves your seaside painting. I knew he would. He said to offer you $3,000 for the painting and he wants to make 150 prints, which will give you another $20,000. Does that sound fair?"

"Yes, I can take that."

"He also wants to send both the first wolf and the second one you did of the pack for 250 prints each and he has a proposal from the Minnesota Timberwolves Marketing Group for a fan poster of the pack. Jack is negotiating that on your behalf. The total for those, assuming the fan poster deal closes, will yield $79,000 to you. Again, I'll call you when the prints are ready for signature."

"Great."

"Let me get that $3,000 check for you now."

Julia left with more money in her pocket than she'd ever had in her life. She drove directly to the bank near the campus and deposited the checks totaling $65,000.

That evening, Cliff picked up Julia for dinner at a local steakhouse. On the way, she told him about meeting Robert Grey and how nice a man he was. She didn't tell him all the words of praise he had for her work and about him buying the print.

"Did Jules buy the seashore painting?"

"Yes, he liked it and bought it. Have you had a chance to look into a trust or individual retirement account for us to fund?"

"Yes. As soon as the money comes in, we can open one with Merrill Lynch."

"Jules paid me for the grizzly prints today so let's do it soon."

"Very good. How much do you have?"

"Counting the originals he bought, $65,000."

"Wow." He turned to Julia and smiled. "I'm proud of you. Does that mean you're going to pay for dinner?"

Julia smiled and reached for his hand. "I think I could do that. How about a nice bottle of wine to go with it?"

"If you insist." He smiled as Julia pulled his hand to her lips. 

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Graduation came and families flew or drove in from all parts of the USA for the ceremonies and party. Cliff's parents and sister finally had a chance to meet Julia's parents. Charles parents came up from Raleigh with Susanna's parents for the big event and most all of Layla's family came, except for the younger kids, to join Eric's family. Julia's grandmother even managed to get away from the assisted living facility and her boyfriend long enough to attend.

Following the ceremony, everyone went to the house for a cookout and to party. Michelle and Gabby were invited but they had committed to attend another party and couldn't come. Amy was the youngest child there so she spent most of the time in someone's lap. She had brought her Jenga game and a number of the adults played. Cliff's sister, Janet, was very good at Jenga and gave Amy a tough time.

Thankfully, the girls had purchased a keg of beer. It was all consumed. The party was catered by a local restaurant and there was plenty of great Italian food to accompany the grilled steaks, lamb chops and red snapper. Anna had made cannolis and Kathy brought the chocolate chip cookies that Amy liked.

Everyone had brought gifts for the five graduates and time was spent opening them together in the family room. Although it was a celebration, it was also a sad going away party, as each would be leaving for another home. Many tears were shed as fond memories of the last four years were shared. By 10pm, Amy was in bed and all of the guests had left for their hotels or home. The three couples relaxed after cleaning up the few remaining dishes. 

Susanna said, "I'll be here with mom and dad for the next two weeks to get the house ready for the sale. Charles is staying to help also. Layla, you're leaving this week, I think." 

"Yes, Eric and I are moving in with his parents starting tomorrow for a couple of months and then to the townhouse at the beginning of August. Eric has been hired as a paramedic full time in Philly until school begins and then he'll be working a few shifts each week."

Everyone congratulated him.

"I've got five weddings to video in the next two months and will be shutting down the studio here as soon as I do those. I'm still looking for a new studio in Philly but may have to just work out of our house. We look forward to seeing everyone at the wedding."

"Wouldn't miss it for anything," Julia replied with everyone agreeing. "Cliff and I are headed to Wyoming tomorrow but we'll stay in close touch with everyone. My parents are riding back with us to share the driving. It's a hard three-day trip so pray for our sanity and safety." Everyone nodded.

"So tonight is our last night together," Susanna said. Tears rushed to their eyes and the three sisters of Delta Gamma stood and hugged and cried until they couldn't cry anymore. The guys then joined them in a massive six-person hug.

As they broke, Layla said through her tears, "I think we won."

"We sure did," replied Julia.

Susanna added, "And we did it together. By the way, Layla, you never told us who's going to be your maid or matron of honor."

"Why Amy, of course." 

Everyone cheered, "Okay!"

The End. (at least for now)



Thank you for reading my fiction. I plan to write another volume to tell you what happened to each couple and Amy during the following few years; but I need a break to finish up two other major stories I have under development. I'll be back later this year. I always enjoy your e-mails and you can contact me through the profile page. Just click on Memorable_Event below and it will take you to my profile. All the best for now.