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A Tragedy Resurfaces

By: Egmont0409



CHAPTER 1

Working as a trainer in a gym was beginning to depress Dean Armstrong. So many people with excellent potential started with good intentions and would be doing fine. But all too many would gradually weaken and finally opt out, their resolve crumbling. He was relieved other trainers also experienced similar frustration.

It was so wasteful. And then his older brother Callum, aged thirty, pressed Dean to join him in business selling mobile phones and other communication equipment. Dean was out of that gym as soon as his clients could be transferred. He'd visited the store a few times and had lost or wrecked his share of cell phones so knew a little about the product. However he was aware Callum stocked a dozen brands of phones and then multiple models and he would have to learn about such things as Tigertooth, er Bluetooth, and Blackberry.

Callum had said don't worry Bro, that he'd teach Dean everything he had to know.

"Tess and I am being run off our feet," he said. "Because of our growing reputation for topnotch assistance we are attracting more and more people, not necessarily older people, who've brought phones online and can't work them properly. We charge for our time on instruction taking longer than two minutes with those people and performing that activity during downtime for sales it's good money."

Dean really liked Tess. In fact he only had to look at her and his cock began misbehaving.

Tess was really something. Although Callum was married Dean was quite sure Callum would be having a piece of Tess regularly. She oozed sex, er sexuality.

However they didn't begin well. The first words Tess said to Dean when he arrived on his first day were, "Callum should have employed a female junior, not you."

"Sorry."

"And so you should be," she snapped. "Here take this feather duster and start cleaning the displays."

The 26-year-old curly blond began that morning chore thinking what a bitch. 

Tess was blonde and until now in the brief times he'd seen here he'd always thought she was gorgeous with shapely tight tits and for a woman she had quite a small butt. Obviously she went to a gym or worked out at home. She was only two years older than he was but appeared more worldly like Dean. The bitch would know he knew little about cell phones although he'd spent all weekend on the net learning about them and differentiating between models and features and how to charge batteries and even insert them and connect accessories.

Callum was dealing with two non-English speaking foreign tourists and Tess was on the phone when a guy in a business suit came in and Tess motioned Dean to assist the guy. Ah his first customer.

The guy had dropped his phone into the bath. Callum said they didn't do repairs and it was possible the phone could be terminal.

"Yeah I think so too. Give me a Motorola C139."

Tess came off the phone and said darkly, "Oh god I wanted you to hold him until I was off the phone. Instead you let him walk off."

"Yep he showed no interest in waiting around for you to shake your top at him. He paid me the fifty-seven bucks for a Motorola C139 and left."

"What?"

"He paid me the money. Do you want to show me what to do with it?"

"Oh. Oh yes. You're been here only twenty minutes and have made your first sale. Congratulations."

"Thanks, do I get a kiss?"

"Get fresh with me and you're out of here," Tess grinned.

Yes thought Dean. She actually grinned. He made sure she saw he was staring at her tits and looked up and noticed her embarrassment.

Good.

Both the tourists and Callum looked exasperated so Dean thought he'd try. He grabbed a couple of $30 phones from behind the counter plus two $25 pre-paid cards. He wrote $100 on a piece of paper and handed them to Callum. The foreigners looked at the phones and the cards and nodded vigorously with big smiles and the guy handed Callum a hundred bucks. Callum told Dean to load the phones for them and walked off shaking his head.

Of course it didn't last. Dean was asked to demonstrate a Blackberry so Tess came over and took over and Callum sorted out a couple of holes Dean had dug himself into with customers. But by lunchtime Dean still believed he was having a successful first day.

Tess went off to lunch. She'd invited Dean to accompany her but he declined with thanks, saying he's go with his brother. They watched her leave.

"Do you fuck her?"

"I wish and it's not through lack of trying," Callum sighed. "She's married and says so am I."

Tess married? Dean was so disappointed. When she returned from lunch he didn't bother looking at her apart from tossing a brief smile in her direction. She now appeared to be just another housewife to him, practically devoid of sex.

A couple of mornings later Tess and Dean were behind the one-way glass panel beyond the counter having coffee. Callum had gone to the warehouse to look at new models and there were no customers in the store.

"What's happened to you?" Tess drawled. "On your first morning here you couldn't keep your eyes off me but this afternoon you could scarcely look at me. Has your brother been lying about me?"

Dean mumbled.

She snapped, "Excuse me?"

"He told me you were married."

Tess laughed and Dean scowled.

"I'm not. I live on and off with a guy but we are forever scrapping. It's such a pain."

Dean's smile returned. "Why would he say you're married?"

"Some guys don't differentiate between marriage and a live-in partner. I suppose he's right in a way."

"May I touch your tits?"

"What? Oh I suppose so."

Dean went up close and slowly ran his hands down both breasts. They both were looking down and saw the slight 'bump' of nipples that hadn't been noticeable before.

Then Tess was staring at his lips. Dean stepped away.

She licked her top lip. "Well, what did you think?"

"Great tits."

"The more regular name for them is breasts."

"I know but tits is fine with me."

"Are you attempting to seduce me?"

"I could be changing me mind about that. But what about my brother?"

"Callum is married."

"So that makes a different to you?"

"Yes and I really like Anna."

"So do I."

Dean looked at Tess and shuffled. She was looking at him very intently.

"I best continue with the dusting."

"I'll help in future Dean. You are rather okay."

That night Dean had dinner with Callum and Anna. When Anna was out in the kitchen Dean said, "I know you said Tess was married but do you mind if away from the store I try to organize a date with her?"

Callum checked that Anna wasn't walking into the room. "Listen buddy, I've tried a few times without success. I wish you luck. Oh, she's not actually married... just lives with a guy who becomes surly at times. Catch her at the right time and perhaps you could get lucky. You are softer than I am and women tend to yield to sympathetic guys when they are emotional."

"Aren't females emotional all the time?"

"Yeah," Callum laughed, "but don't confusion emotion and readiness to fuck. Those two things have to line up on the day."

"What has to line up," Anna asked, arriving with deserts on a tray.

"Oh, I was talking about the necessity to insert a battery into a cell phone carefully."

"Oh that. How boring. How's your sex life Dean? I believe I have spare capacity."

The guys laughed, a little restrained, although both used to Anna talking like that.

Dean who still lived with his parents went home, knowing his mom was disappointed he didn't have a steady girlfriend and the ones he brought home occasionally never appealed to her. Well girls who fucked readily where rarely cream of the crop, eh mum? 

Tess wouldn't appeal to his mom. He was also suspicious about Dean and Tess. They disappeared behind that partition at least once a day and some of the muffled sounds he sometimes heard appeared to be more than conversation. Actually he wanted a young woman who appealed to him tremendously well but chances of that happening appeared rather unlikely but he supposed miracles happen.

"Oh hi, is this where you ended up?"

"Do I know you?"

The woman giggled at Dean. "No I don't think so. I go to Sonny Dwyer's Gym and used to see you working as a trainer, usually with women. You looked um interesting."

"What in the sense of being effective?"

"Um no," she said vaguely. "More than that."

What the hell she was on about. "What's wrong with your phone?"

"It's dad's old one. He's acquired an iPhone and this old one is better than mine but more complicated."

"Right. I'm new here but this looks easy... er after the training I've received."

"Oh you are so kind. May I feel your chest?"

"What?"

"Your fitness always impressed me. I'd like to feel a real man's chest."

Dean looked around. Tess was on the phone writing something down and Callum had a customer and another waiting.

"Um okay if that's all you wish to touch."

"God you are foul," she said, turning pink and giggling nervously.

"I meant my abs," he snorted and she turned crimson and said she'd also been meaning that.

They laughed, both embarrassed and he whispered, "Okay my dick if you are brave enough."

"The phone, could we work the phone?" she said, almost out of breath.

"Oh yeah. Oh I think I remembered you at the gym. Your lips were superbly defined because the crotch of your leotard was so tight."

She whimpered, "I can't believe we are talking like this. No guys ever speak to me like this."

Dean couldn't believe he was hearing this. She'd said 'we were talking like that'. She'd included herself. He glanced up and saw Tess looking at him suspiciously, hoping the sexy customer's body was in the way so Tess couldn't see the woman feeling his chest.

"That's enough. Look this is how you work this phone. We charge a buck a minute with the first two minutes free. How much do you wish to spend?"

"Thirty bucks for thirty-two minutes."

They sat closely. He could smell her perfume.

When the time was up Dean said, "Right that's it. You now appear to have a good understanding."

"My name is Reese Dayton."

"Lovely name. I'm Dean Armstrong. Your time is up Reese."

"Yes and thank you. I have much better understanding now. Here's the thirty bucks."

Dean scratched the back of his head and mumbled, "Could we date sometime?"

"I'll think about it. Give me your card."

Tess looked at Dean suspiciously but saw he had the money and took it from him. "I hope you were polite to Miss Dayton."

"Of course. Who's she when she's home?"

"No one you need to worry about. Her parents live in on the heights overlooking the river in a really swanky home and own a whole string of commercial properties. Mrs Dayton is reputedly one of the richest women in the city."

"Well her daughter wants to date me."

Tess screamed in laughter and said in his dreams.

Dean was required to work Saturdays, the store was closed Sundays and he was given Monday off every third weekend and either Tuesday or Wednesday on other weeks, having to work in with the other two. He had the upcoming Monday off so called Reese. He left a message and she called him back an hour later.

"Hi Dean. You'd sounded a bit too full-on for me so I hadn't attempted to contact you."

"That's fine. Do you work?"

"I haven't done real work for all of this year so far and that's why I'm so bored. Mom gets me to do lots of things for her including driving her when she intends drinking. Why do you ask?"

"I'm going away late Saturday afternoon to Monday night. I was hoping you'd come with me."

"What alone?"

"Yeah, what's wrong with that?"

Dean could hear Reese swallow. "I-I've not been away like that, ever. Mom would kill me."

"Fine. I can understand your situation. Bye."

"No wait. What would we do?"

Dean licked his lips. "You mean when we're not having sex?"

"Oh go easy Dean."

"It's my grandparent's cabin up river. We could hike and kayak and if you have a car we could go to some of the quaint bars around and have a steak for dinner."

"Um what if I said no sex?"

"That would be fine. We'd play cards or read when not outdoors doing things."

Reese said, "A bit of sex would be okay. I don't do it much. About three times a month is tops for me. Good men are hard to find."

"Well I'm a good guy and will get hard as many times as you desire."

"Ohmigod Dean."

"Take it easy Reese, it's only sex we're taking about. Be outside the store here at 4:00 on Saturday. Do you have a car?"

"Yes."

"Good then we won't have to go by bus and then walk in as I sometimes do."

* * *

Reese still had difficulty understanding why she'd said yes to Dean about going away with him after he told her he didn't own a vehicle and lived at home with his parents. The guy was a pauper. She couldn't explain it. She'd never met anyone like him and her skin just tingled at the thought of him somehow getting his hands on her. Now he aimed to do much more than that. However her mom and dad would wish she'd not met him and would screw her neck if they found she'd lied to them about going away with a girlfriend on Saturday and Sunday nights. Oh darn, what a mess.

That night when her mom was in bed and her father was watching sport on TV Reese went into her mom's bedroom.

"Mom we need to talk and I want your assurance you won't blow your top."

"Okay dear, what is it? Are so you so bored you've commenced sex with one of your girlfriend's moms?"

"Mom that's appalling."

"It was a joke darling."

"Oh sorry. Mom I've met this guy."

"Hold up here. You never talk to me about your guys. What's so different about this guy?"

"Oh, I'm so glad you asked. He hasn't any money, doesn't even have a car and lives at home."

"I see," Susanne said slowly. "What is the address of his parents?"

"They live in Chaplin Close."

"Well at least that's an excellent address. Does he wash and have clean fingernails?"

Reese gritted, knowing she'd lost control of this conversation. "I'd have to say his personal hygiene would impress you no end mother."

"And why doesn't he have money?"

"After graduating he toured around the UK and Europe for three years and has recently returned, aged twenty-six."

"You mean drinking and chasing women throughout Europe."

"Perhaps that too but he told me he concentrated in picking up valuable business experience."

"I bet. So why are you telling me about this guy?"

"I'm dying to get his hands on me."

Susanne laughed and said that happened to her once.

"What happened?"

Susanne colored a bit and said Reese wouldn't be interested.

"Try me."

Susanne sighed and said if Reese must know the guy was her father.

"Ooooh. Now you can't say you can't understand my behavior."

"Are you on the pill still?"

"Of course. I still get lucky occasionally mother. We are going to his grandparent's cabin for Saturday and Sunday nights. He doesn't work on Monday."

"I see. So what does he work at?"

"When I first met him he was a trainer at my gym. He now helps his brother and the minority partner sell cell phones." 

"God, a loser. Well look dear I'll give you some money to rent a no-nonsense car for him while he is going around with you and..."

"No thanks. He'd not like than and that would be the end of me."

"Oh really? Is that supposed to mean this guy has some pride?"

"Yes pride and more mom. If he had a quality car and big job you'd be pleased to meet him mom, believe me."

Susanne sighed and said all she'd ask was for her daughter to act responsibly and remain safe and happy. "It's about time you eyed your future and found yourself the right man to take you there."

"I agree with you," Reese said, and kissing her mom walked away. 

Reese practically bounced out of the bedroom barely able to believe that Dean could be the man her mom had just spoken about.

Reese was glad she'd paved the way by showing Dean to be placed at the bottom of the heap. She knew her mother would be extremely interested about this because Reese had never fallen for the guys her mother and friends had produced for her. Now it appeared something was underway.

* * *

Dean jumped into Reese's car. "Can I squeeze your tits as well as kiss you."

Reese nodded dumbly.

The kiss was long and beautiful and the squeeze was soft and felt so loving. Although not believing it for a moment Reese thought she was ready to turn over for him. Instead she asked him to drive, checking first that he had a current license. He was a good driver. They crossed Falcon Bridge and then followed the highway north and after almost an hour turned off and cut back to the river, went down a narrow dirt road, passing the occasional cabin until Dean said they'd arrived.

"Gosh it looks decrepit."

He grinned and said only on the outside and that was intentional. "By looking rundown compared with newer places is why this remote-located cabin is never broken into."

"In that case your grandfather is a very clever man."

"Actually it was grandma's idea."

Reese followed Dean inside with the two backpacks. He'd carried in the two big cartons of food and drink and she found him opening the curtains.

"Why it's lovely, very old and old style furnishings and very romantic."

He grinned and told her to lock the front door and get undressed.

"Oooh."

Reese left her bra and panties on. Dean, still dressed, picked up Reese and placed her on her hands and knees and came in behind her. He pulled her panties to one side.

"Ohmigod, not straight away, not before you've kissed and cuddled me."

"There's heaps more time for that later. Every since I first saw you I've wanted to do this," he said, burying his tongue into her damp pussy.

"Ohmigod Dean. Ohmigod."

Reese hated guys she really didn't know to lick her pussy. But no way was she hating this and when he rested his thumb right over her butt hole she almost slammed against the ceiling.

"Okay it appears you want no foreplay."

Huh?

There was no time for discussion because the next thing Reese knew Dean had unzipped, although still dressed, and was rolling on a condom.

"W-what are you doing?"

It was too late to ask because right at that moment she felt his dick push into her.

"Sorry about the urgency but the balls have almost turned blue thinking about your tits, pussy and ass. Um legs too."

She bleated and then bellowed as he slid right into her, being a little fatter and much longer than she'd expected but then she hadn't know what to expect, had she?"

"Oh, oh," he moaned. "Come on it's suppose to take two to have sex. Pull away on me as I pull back and then thud back into me as I come forward."

"I know what to do."

"Oh, surprise."

"I was taken by surprise, missing out thirty minutes' of foreplay."

"I'm sorry. Let's so slowly until you feel exhausted and say you are ready to quit."

"I never quit. I can go all night," Reese boasted, quite sure she'd never be really tested on that.

They were sweating and superheated and finally she had to squeak, "You've made me come four times already Dean. May we stop now?'

"Squeeze your cunt around my cock hard, really hard. I need to get off."

Reese was close to falling unconscious. She felt Dean suck her middle finger and it was squeezed and then felt warm like a glove.

"Ohmigod, you have my finger up your butt," she yelled.

Dean cuffed the side of her butt twice, quite hard, and she felt him thicken and groan. 

She screamed and groaned as she felt him jerking into her and she came in the biggest flood of her life.

"Ohmigod, Ohmigod, I've really been fucked," she said and felt her lights go out.

"W-where am I?"

"In the cabin with Dean. You have been out for more than two hours. Here I'll carry you on to the lawn for a pee. That's it, good girl. Now I'm lifting you into the hot tub, as it's warm already. The firewood for the boiler was tinder-dry from storage. Now drink this beer."


A Tragedy Resurfaces



"I don't drink beer."

"Be a good girl Reese. Drink the beer to get some fluids back. You came like a horse that final time."

"Like a mare. Oh I can't believe it," she said in despair. 

Dean misinterpreted that and congratulated her for really getting into a great fuck.

Reese capitulated. She had to agree it had been a great fuck because really it had been. For the first time since commencing active sex when nineteen, she'd really had felt her entire body afire. She'd heard that was the measure of a great fuck.

"Yeah it was truly a great fuck and I had a finger up your ass."

"That's fine, really fine Reese but only use that language and vivid descriptions when alone with me. Your parents and mine for starters will think an unmarried women like you is not suppose to enjoy fucking."

"Usually I don't but there have been exceptions. This has been a huge exception."

"Not bad eh, and we jumped straight in without foreplay."

CHAPTER 2

"Ohmigod look at you, all rosy cheeked and bright-eyed. Did you not have sex or alcohol?"

"Mom shhhh. Daddy will hear if he bothers to listen."

"Well?"

Reese leaned over her mom and kissed her and then whispered, "We had sex till it runneth over."

Susanne slapped a hand over her mouth to curb threatening hysterical laughter.

"David, a top-up for me and a wine for your daughter."

"Oh hello darling, lovely weekend away with your girlfriend?"

Shooing a tell-him-nothing look at her mom, Reese said they had a wonderful time and went tramping, boating and visiting quaint restaurants and remote bars.

"So it was with a guy?"

"What?"

"Two young women of your ages would be unlikely to go tramping and boating unless guys were involved?"

"They could do so."

"Was it a guy?"

"Well since you asked me directly how can I lie to you daddy?"

"Fairly well I'd say. But at least you have come home glowing."

"Thank you daddy. My drink please."

* * *

Dean's parents continued watching TV while his mom Shona asked had he enjoyed being at the cabin.

"Yeah."

"Go with anyone?" asked Dan because his son usually went unaccompanied and Dan liked to needle a bit.

"Yeah."

The couple maintaining set faces continued watching a travelogue of five people walking through inhospitable land with nothing having happened for the past twenty minutes apart from the monologue pausing as if to give the voice-over person intervals to yawn. Shona suddenly started and yelled, "Come back here Dean."

Dean dutifully returned and was surprised to see his vegetating mom's face quite animated.

"What girl?"

"A young woman I recently met."

"Where?"

"Does it matter?"

"What's her name?"

"Reese."

"Are you sure it wasn't a guy?"

"I wouldn't touch a guy like I touched her."

"Stop being so disgusting. Dinner will be in an hour," said his mom. "At the table I want to hear everything."

At last Dean managed a smile. "I know not to talk about sex to parents because they don't understand."

Shona said she wanted just basic details about sex and full details about everything else. Ten minutes later as Dean was passing the TV room he called, "I'm having dinner out mom."

She just sighed, having once again being frustrated.

Meanwhile Dean walked out and mumbled, "If they bothered to get up off their asses and follow me around talking I might talk to them in the way normal people converse. Their approach is interrogation, not conversation."

The meal was good but he thought not as good as his mom's home cooking.

Just after 9:00 Dean decided to call Reese. Much of his problem with women was he failed to follow up. He'd take them out once, very occasionally twice and very rarely three times and then would leave them to do something about it. But they never did, not even mailing a note to say don't ever bother to call again. He couldn't allow that to happen with Reese.

"Good evening?"

Crap the voice was too deep for Reese.

He froze. He heard light splashing of bathwater.

"I'm waiting. At least you're not a heavy breather."

Dean was just about to switch off his phone when the woman said, "Is the Reese's young man?"

"Um yes."

"Oh it is? How lovely to hear you exist. I'm Reese's mom Susanne. She won't have given you our surname but it's..."

"Dayton."

"Oh my, that was quick."

There was no reply.

"Thank you for treating my daughter so well when you were away. She arrived home bubbling."

"It is wonderful seeing her so happy."

"Ohmigod a complete sentence. Exactly what did you two do?"

"Enjoyed one another's company."

"I bet you did. Am I allowed to ask about sex?"

"No."

"I thought as much."

"We swept and dusted out the cabin and she kept laughing and saying how romantic it was and for the next two nights we could pretend it was our house. I did two steaks, fries and onions on the cookout that night. I was nervous going to bed with her that night because... because... you know."

Susanne said, "Surprising as it may seem I don't know."

"Um because up to that point I hadn't touched her."

"Oh I see. I would have thought being young people you would have been going at it like rabbits."

"Reese is more circumspect than that."

"Yes of course. And what is your attitude to that?"

"This has become an interrogation. Goodnight."

The call terminated and Susanne put her phone back on the chair beside the bath and looked very thoughtful. Reese was right. This young man was different. He even regarded the mother as the enemy although he'd indicated conversation and not probing was acceptable. How interesting. Susanne thought she really must meet Mr... "Oh god, I don't even know his name and yet allowed my daughter to have non-stop sex with him for two days!"

Susanne picked up her phone and called Reese.

"Hi mom, where are you?"

"In my bathroom."

"Then why call me. Oh no, is it daddy?"

"Whatever are you talking about? I wish to advise your young man..."

"He has a name mom, Dean Armstrong."

"Well that was news to me. Well Dean called and I managed to worm a few words..."

"Oh Christ mom. What did you do to him?"

"Most of the words were mine. Initially he was going to drop the call without speaking but I adopted calm and patience and encouraged him into a wee chat but then he made an astonishing statement."

"He said stop being such a nosy bitch Mrs Dayton. Your daughter and I did nothing but have wall-to-wall sex all weekend?"

"Well not quite. As calm as a cucumber he said, 'This has become an interrogation. Goodnight' and cut the call."

"Oh surprise, surprise. He's not used to you mom, not that many people are. Was there a message?"

"No."

"Well I'll call him. Something tells me he doesn't usually call his date and waits for her to call him."

"It's bad practice running after a man darling."

"Yes and that accounts for all the spinsters and unmarried divorcees around us mother."

"Invite him here Sunday please darling. We have a few people coming for lunch."

"You mean you'll invite your cronies over to see what Reese has dredged up?"

"Please curb your hostility darling. If he fails to show I'll forbid you to see him again."

"Mother!"

"Was there anything else before I cut the call darling?"

Reese cut the call and Susanne smiled and said aloud, "So we flush Mr Armstrong into the open. Reese you'll thank me for this."

* * *

Dean considered the invitation. "This is a test to find if I'm uncouth or crack under pressure or both?"

"Something like that."

"Okay I'll go."

"No, it will be a massacre. I have money, lots of it. We can go away for a year or two staying at resort hotels round the world."

"Oh god you make your mother's invitation sound attractive compared with that ghastly fate for a young guy. I'd be perpetually legless servicing the wealthy widows pretending they are my age and sexy."

Reese laughed and said perhaps they best go to Sunday lunch. "Oh why were you calling?"

Dean explained. "To put some work into you. I called to say I had one of the best couple of days of my entire adult life. I say adult because my best times were when I was a kid. You were such a good companion and yet made sure we didn't do everything my way and did so many things and talked so much that sex became incidental to the two days rather than the reason for the two days."

"Well to tell the truth I was a shade undone with sex."

"Oh yeah," Dean laughed.

"No I mean it. I really was thinking serious about having more. Gosh, this is not like me at all."

"Well always think of it this way darling. It keeps one off the streets."

"You just called me darling."

"Yes and the only slip about that was deciding where to slip it in. I only use that word for my dearest, sweetest and passionate female friend. There have been so few and now you have me by the balls Reese."

"Oh thank you. Expressed with rare elegance I'm sure. I'm very happy to be acknowledged as your dear friend. I really like you Dean and I really haven't a clue why, but I accept that as being good. One shouldn't have to look for reasons. Are we still on for that movie tomorrow night?"

"Yes. I'll meet you there. My European money tied into a short-term investment becomes available at the end of next month. I can then buy a car and apartment."

"Oh and in that case it's a lot of money?"

"Well it's enough to settle comfortable and get started."

Reece said, "Somewhere to live and where I could come to visit would be lovely for you. Tomorrow night we can fuck, as you call it, in the backseat of my car or there's a summer house on our grounds here if you wish to..."

"No sneaking. Your back seat is why young couples don't drive coupes. Oh, now old are you?"

"Goodness, fancy not having discussed that. I turn twenty-three next month."

"Ah as you age your appetite for sex will grow. What a wonderful thing to look forward to."

"Yes darling," Reese giggled. "I've often thought of wonderful things but never that one."

"It takes a man to focus a woman. And thanks for dropping in that darling, darling. Good night."

* * *

Reese stood looking out at the lights over the city, impersonal, inquisitive lights lined up like the military. Kids who like fairy lights ought to graduate as lightening engineers and design city lights. She sighed and knew that sigh was masquerading as coming from her heart.

"Ohmigod, I'm in love... in love with a guy who the first time he seduced me left me almost legless and mindless. Oh won't mommy darling be impressed! Oh I'm in love. He's called me back and now I can think of him, want him, miss him. I know he's the first guy to really call me darling, I mean not sarcastically, but that's not why I love him. I love him because he sees himself as being a little irrelevant, just as I see myself... we were meant to align and together we can make whoopee!"

"God what a hair-brained speech," Reese giggled, moving off to prepare for bed. Only she didn't think it was, not really.

As Reese put out the light and snuggled into the sheets she said, firmly, "You are in my heart Dean Armstrong."

Reese arrived down for breakfast; her parents were almost finished.

"Mommy, daddy?" she said grandly.

"Yes dear?" he father asked, not lifting from reading his newspaper.

Her mother looked at Reese warily. "He's coming Sunday. Do what you will but he'll endure you. It's a young lion I have on leash."

Monroe looked up. "What on earth are you talking about Reece?"

"Well if you're really serious about listening, how about your successor in business."

"Excuse me?"

"Just mark my words."

"Christ this is becoming like Weird Alley. Tell me what she means darling."

"Mr Dean Armstrong who apparently is tugging our daughter's heart strings will be here for lunch Sunday. The message from your daughter is we can try to squash him if we don't approve of him because that's what we usually do to all of her male friends as well as a good half of her girlfriends. But she says we need not waste our time because he will... he will..."

"The word mom is searching for is prevail."

Monroe yawned as said whatever.

Surprised, Reece asked what did that mean. Her father said if she thought this guy was okay that was good enough for him. Until now she'd never really liked any of her boyfriends.

"Mom, daddy actually listened to us over breakfast."

"There is no need to be sarcastic darling. I really don't know what he's on about. But please fetch him fresh coffee."

* * *

During the movie next evening Dean had managed with a struggle to get a couple of fingers under Reese's pants. She soon had the fingers evicted. He thought women who did that did not deserve such devoted attention. He wondered how many married women a few years on would yearn to be fingered once again. None? He grinned wondering where that answer had come from.

Dean pushed those two fingers under Reese's nose.

"Stop it," she hissed. "Someone will see us and have us thrown out."

Dean thought of arguing how could anyone see cunt juice on his fingers but decided he'd only be called a diaper-filling infant or words to that effect. There ought to be a law preventing Hollywood making movies like this pathetic piece of crap. The young couple's car was rusty and appeared to be powered by rubber bands, every time they were about the achieve penetration the scene changed and whenever they were entering into a really good scrap they stupid female would run home to mother. Significantly the only time the young guy appeared to be having fun was when he went fishing with the guys. What was this movie telling him?

Reese came out of the movie, her face shiny and smiling, as she clutched his arm as if she expected to be hijacked by Aliens. "What did you think of it?" she cooed, looking so pretty and so trusting. 

Dean was about to say it was a disaster, a Disaster Movie but the smile got to him.

"Oh, the movie. Um I didn't go to sleep."

"Oh good, we must watch out for more films by that director."

Eh?

Reese asked did he want steak, fish or pizza; she would pay.

"Could we go and park?"

"What you want to do that already. You've only been with me just under two hours. Do you have another appointment tonight?"

"No, I've been thinking about your tits and walking behind you I saw your ass sway."

"Oh my poor little boy. He wants to play with his toys. Okay let's go and park but please don't leave me legless."

The two women in front of them turned and looked horrified.

"I never want to pull it out. I just want to pound and pound you." Dean laughed, watching the two women hurry off and only then noticed Reese had let go his arm and was trailing him by at least six feet. He waited for her to catch up and she moaned, "God you can be so embarrassing."

Reese began as all women begin when invited to have sex in the back seat.

"Is it safe here... the seat doesn't look very comfortable... what if I fall off the seat when riding you... please keep your goo off the seat fabric."

Miraculously Reese lay back and didn't protest when he pulled off her panties. That was achieved with her moaning and when he pushed her legs back over her hips and spread then and slowly ran a tongue over her gash a transformation occurred: his princess rose from the ashes of moaner Reese.

"Oh darling, that's exquisite. Lick me in the mouth with that foul taste if you wish. I actually don't mind it when I'm warmed up."

Of course she screamed and almost bucked him through the roof when he ran his tongue over her little bud. Dean fended the whack and grinned, knowing he was wearing her down slowly. It might take two hundred years but wear her down he would. It really didn't matter because up the more popular channel was fine. Reese rested her legs over his shoulders and just beamed each time he thrust forward. It occurred to Dean she was a really good fuck. Three-quarters of an hour later he didn't have to prime her to help get him off. Reese just wet one of her fingers in the excess of pussy juice running on to her seat upholstery and stuck it up his ass. And she squeezed.

Dean bellowed, pulled out and tossed the condom over his shoulder and squirted over her clothes and face.

Reese jerked and jolted and turned purple. That was her done for the night.

"God, that was so primitive you spraying me like that," she frowned, fingering some of Dean's cum into his mouth and almost making him vomit.

"I suppose you intend wearing down my resistance until I allow you to butt fuck me?"

"Who me? Nothing would be farther from my mind. Sex like that is unhygienic isn't it?"

"If I think you're lying to me Dean, I'll..."

"Who me, lie? Get away with you."

Reese no longer looked so malevolent. 

Dean drove them to the restaurant strip. Reese had been too upset to drive after having seen the huge wet patch on her back seat but she calmed before too long.

"Pick a dark restaurant and try to park right outside," she said. "I'm starving otherwise I would have asked you to bring me out a burger."

"Don't worry about fresh cum stains over your dress. Many of the unmarried women will be like that as well as the wives of other men having a night out."

Only when Reese reached their table did she realize that claim about wet cum patches on most woman was bullshit.

She hit Dean over the ear with her clutch bag. "You liar. None of these women have cum patches on their dresses."

People around them laughed and laughed even louder when a guy said solemnly, "No, they dress afterwards."

Dean took the only sensible option open to him and got Reese half-drunk. She practically floated to the car afterwards, saying good night expansively to various people she didn't know. She was okay to walk when she arrived home and suggested he take the car but Dean said no, it was only three miles so he'd run for fitness.

"Are you sure you should be running after drinking alcohol?"

"Yeah, of course. It deadens the pain."

"Look I feel rather upset about you squirting on my clothes tonight and then you misleading me. You must be punished. I will not call or see you until noon Sunday and I don't want you calling me."

"Very well, I guess I should expect to be punished for being irresponsible."

"Oh Dean, don't. I'll..."

"No I am in punishment until Sunday. Perhaps you'll think twice next time before imposing a penalty that severe. I want you to honor it Reese otherwise what we say to one another is virtually meaningless."

"Oh Dean."

He grinned, "What say you feel like a fuck?"

"Oh Dean, I didn't think. How can I possibly go without until Sunday? I've gotten used to getting it from you."

"In times of stress, in times of duress, in times of punishment we must but soldier on dear one. Goodnight."

Dean could hear Reese crying as he began the run home. Well, what else could one expect? She was inebriated.

Actually Dean had sex unexpectedly on Friday. Tess and he were left looking after the store at 3:00 when Callum left early to take Anna and the two children to her parent's place for dinner. Dinner would be early because of the children. When Tess closed the doors at the end of the business day and tidied up she asked, "There some wine in the fridge. Would you like a glass?"

"If you can trust yourself to drink alone with me."

She smiled and said he'd be lucky.

They went behind the door-less screen with its two-way glass and Dean pulled two chairs out from the table and placed them facing each other with a three-foot gap between then.

Tess lifted up from the fridge and asked, "Why do you have the chairs like that?"

"So we don't face the wall and look through into the store. We see enough of that each week."

They chatted casually until Dean asked, "I've often wondered what my brother and you do in here twice a day and grunt quite a bit."




A Tragedy Resurfaces



"Wouldn't you like to know?"

Dean smiled warmly and said as a matter-of-fact he would.

Tess took a long swig of wine and stared at him. "All right, now don't be disgusted. I play with him up to twice a day to get him off. He likes that."

"Okay, fair enough. Do you fuck him?"

"No because of Anna. I'm a good friend with her. Would you like sex now?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah what?"

"Um yes please."

Getting up Tess grumbled, "God you guys are not aware a lady appreciates a bit of buttering up before being asked to spread."

"Okay, leave it if you're ratty with me."

"No it's fine. I was talking about men generally, not you specifically."

"Okay, I have the message. I've often thought about getting into your pants Tess. You're one hot chick."

"Oh god, that's too far over the top."

Tess sat on the table and waited for Dean to drain his glass. He ambled over and came in between her legs, reached under her skirt and she took her weight on her hands just a second before he pulled her panties off.

"It's obvious you've done that before," she smiled. "God I've been anxious to have a piece of you."

Dean dropped to his knees and began spitting and licking and sucking, with tongue and fingers penetrating until Tess, clawing at his ears, finally expelled a high gasp following by two tiny whimpers.

Face dripping Dean used the tea towel that would be collected later that evening by the commercial cleaners. He then grabbed the hand towel. By then Tess had removed her top and bra. All she was wearing where knee high stockings and her skirt bunched around her waist.

Tess was on her back until Dean was almost undressed. She lifted up on an elbow to see what he had and said, "You're not as big as your brother."

"Older brothers get a head start on the best food when young."

She laughed and lay back and spread nicely so all he had to do was to pop it in. Only it took a big of grunt and Tess said he must have thickened up.

"Jesus!" she cried.

"It's okay... I'm up to the hilt."

For the next half hour, until when Tess had to leave to go late shopping, they had a lovely time apart from the fact that Tess apparently believed it was not necessary for a woman to put in the sweat during such activity.

* * *

On Sunday Dean arrived late, just after 12:30.

"Ah Mr Armstrong I presume."

"Oh hi Mrs Dayton. I knew from the way your daughter looked that you'd be attractive. Here."

Susanne took the flowers. Thank you Dean. These are one of my favorite flowers."

"Oh great, I just grabbed them."

"You are late. Were you unavoidably late?"

"No but please tell anyone who asks that I was, er, unavoidably detained. The truth is I guess I'll be the only outsider here so I wanted to give you time to greet your friends. The greeting is one of the best parts about receiving visitors, don't you think?"

"Well y-e-s," drawled Susanne, obviously a bit taken aback.

"Do you wish me to address you as Mrs Dayton or are you really as young as you look and will want me to call you Susanne?"

"Susanne is quite acceptable, er, Dean."

"Good, it's always good getting the awkward parts out of the way isn't it?"

"Yes, I would have to agree about that."

Dean eyed Susanne very squarely. "Before we go in I must say I'm enjoying intimacies with your daughter. Do you have any concerns about that and do you have any questions?"

Susanne was standing in her own home looking a little awkward, knowing the guy was controlling her. However in an instant she recovered.

"Just the one. Are you a young lion?"

"Wow a trick question, er something to do with psychoanalytical appraisal I'd have to guess? May I be so bold as to say no, I'm closer to being one of those tom cats that scare the crap out of mothers."

Susanne rocked shrieking laughter. She linked arms with Dean and took him to the sunroom were everyone was gathered and had turned to the entrance hearing the hostess's huge peel of laughter.

In a flash Dean knew there were ten visitors, with an eye scan counting three threes with one over, and noted Reese was dressed in white and red shoes and was staring, actually gaping, at her mother's arm through Dean's.

"Everyone, this is Reese's amazing charmer. I shall take him to the drinks trolley and then Reese will circulate to introduce you to Dean Armstrong who apologizes for being unavoidably detained. He'd locked himself in the bathroom at home."

At the drink's trolley Dean selected one of the three types of beer, saying, "That bathroom bit was inspired thinking Susanne. Lying must come naturally to you?"

He was smiling so she ran a smile over her blush.

Reese ran up and kissed Dean and said she'd been sorry to punish him by not seeing him for four days.

"Ah been a bad boy have you?" Susanne said tolerantly.

"Yes, I took Reese into a restaurant by deception. I'd told her no one would identify the streaks on her dress as semen splashes, but I was wrong."

Susanne's empty glass dropped from her hand. She shrieked in laughter and Reese had her hand over her mouth in horror, but that probably appeared to everyone else she was restraining her laughter, unlike her mother.

"Dean you fool," Reese hissed.

"No, no. It's all right. Only don't tell that to Monroe," Susanne said, wiping her eyes. "God that's one of the funniest things I've ever been told."

Reese snorted at Dean, "Have you given my mother a pill or some illegal drink?"

"No, honest."

"Of course he hasn't. Dean just makes me laugh.

"Ah, so this is Dean and how do you make my wife laugh?"

"It's just slapstick really sir. I was late coming here because I locked myself in the toilet. I attempted to climb out the small window, lost my footing and fell back on to the toilet and broke it into four or five large pieces. My parents were not at home and I had to wait for the serviceman to arrive and fit a new pan."

"God that's funny," Monroe laughed, shaking Dean's hand. "Please call me Monroe."

After Monroe told them the story about when he was in Army service a driverless bulldozer, moving about three miles an hour, flattened a row of seven latrines, Reese hurried Dean off to meet people.

"Mom's gone completely dotty on you, Reese whispered. "She'll think you have character."

"Er don't I?"

"I really don't know. Much of the time I'm with you I'm on my back. I think people think they need to look down to see character."

Dean laughed thinking Reese had told a joke. His reaction appeared to puzzle her. 

During the sit down lunch other conversations died when Janice Packer asked, "Do you own a company or something like that Dean?"

"No, I assist in my brother's store selling cell phones."

"Is that your vocation?" her husband asked, obviously surprised.

Dean glanced at Susanne and thought she really did think he'd come through for her on this one.

"Nah I spent most of my youth studying hard for high grades, completed a double master's in computer science and business management and then worked in Italy, France, Germany, Spain and England for three years on independent investigative teams for a multinational company on new highway, bridge and building constructions and retrofitting Town Halls, railway termini and even an airport extension." 

Someone called, "Busy guy."

"Our job was to provide the owners with independent audits on progress and expenditure and assessing strengths and weaknesses in the contracts. I choose to do this as a way of accruing a great deal of hard-line experience quickly by working huge hours. This year I decided to do something very mundane and get my life back."

"So what will you do now?"

"I have eight months of my loafer's year to go Megan," Dean smiled and looking at Reese added, "And my year is coming together very nicely."

Dean left when everyone else departed. Reese had wanted him to stay.

"No," he smiled and kissed her deeply. "Let your parents talk with you and away from you about me while everything is fresh in their minds. This is how it should be, a stranger bursting upon their comfortable life involving husband and wife and adult daughter. Your parents may have felt the equilibrium of their home was threatened."

"And now?"

"Perhaps your mother is won over. I certainly like to think so. Acceptance of me is now up to them. I suggest you let it be and try not to influence them."

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yes, to leave hanging."

"God you can toss up vivid images at times. May I repeat what a wonderful time I had at the cabin and I know it can never be the same again. We were just so relaxed and our sex cup runneth over."

He laughed and said that was imagery he'd keep in mind, especially that overfilled cup.

Reese called late that night.

"Hi sweetheart. Remind me never to punish you again. It was just so hard to bare and I'm not talking sex here."

"Okay. It was always your move. I never invite myself to submit to punishment."

"Mom and dad did not talk much to me about you. I think they were leaving that till later, as perhaps you indicated. But they told me they thought you were very nice."

"Did you welcome having that confirmed."

"God you conceited brat. Well, yes I did. It means such a lot to me that they do like you."

"Well I don't care whether or not my parents like you. It's me that I want YOU to like."

Reese moaned that talking like that was almost disrespectful to his parents but she guessed he had his reasons.

"They grieve still for my older sister who was killed a day before her twenty-first birthday."

"Oh god," Reese cried and began weeping saying she was so...so sorry.

Dean scratched an ear helplessly.

CHAPTER 3

Two weeks after Dean had met Monroe and Susanne for the first and only time, Reese must have barely left the city for a long weekend away with three girlfriends when Susanne called.

"Hi, my flowers are dead, resting in peace in the compost bin."

Dean laughed and said, "There's something quite noble in that, a fate infinitely better than being dispatched to the garbage truck."

"Oh how beautifully expressed and I can agree with the sentiment. As Virginia Woolf wrote: 'action is nobler in itself that either though or theory'. Unfortunately I have no idea of that quote in relation to the final resting place of your flowers, but there you go."

They laughed and Susanne invited him to dinner at 8:00.

"Yes I accept and thank you."

That invitation told Dean he would not be asked to leave town, and how right he was. He left the house just before midnight, a little drunk but in deep thought.

He'd been presented with a proposal, that he become operations manager of Susanne and Monroe's company, taking over from the company that managed their seventeen leased out commercial buildings for them at very high fees. Monroe and Dean agreed to look into the proposal together and Dean said he'd need to discuss the idea with Reese.

Susanne said, "Don't filch Reese from me; I'm relying on her more and more."

"Monroe and I will report back on that. It could be possible to incorporate you and most of your activities and Reese into the company, leaving your existing company to lay just as a holding company."

"Well it better be a pretty compelling report," Susanne said, not smiling.

Monroe said pointedly it would be a business-focused plan. 

Dean was pleased Monroe hadn't pushed and added, "Not a socially-based plan Susanne, a business plan. To maximize returns on your investments you two need to be focused." 

Dean liked the restructuring idea. It would be challenging for him and both the owners appeared to prefer paying a salary to him instead of fees to an outside organization. Dean would be responsible for the day to day running and supervising the various sub-contractors involved in repairs and maintenance. 

* * *

Dean was walking into a 6:00 p.m. movie on Saturday night when a female called, "Hi Dean. It was a 32-year-old divorcee he'd had as a client at the gym until leaving his position of a trainer.

"Hi Linda, how's the body?"

She was pale with small breasts and rather plain but she had a great body and a lovely manner.

"Take a feel Dean and tell me."

They laughed and went in together and she simply took his arm and steered him to her choice of seats.

Linda said, "Is it okay being seen with me?"

"Yeah, my girlfriend is away for the weekend."

"Oooh, lucky me. I heard you were trailing around after the Dayton's daughter."

"Reese."

"Yes that's her. I have a casserole in the oven. My daughter is away at her grandmother's so there is no need to be embarrassed coming over and sharing a meal."

"Yeah okay."

"Oooh is that an expression of excitement?"

Just then the lights went out. Dean leaned over and bit Linda on the shoulder.

"Oooh, that's excitement." She reached for his hand and placed it on her thigh and it was held there throughout the movie, effectively pinning him.

Dean had to wait until they were inching up the aisle before he managed to step ahead of Linda and then trail his cupped hand low behind his back to allow her to run up on to it. He heard her gasp but she made no effort to pull away. Their intent now went beyond casserole. 

As they drove to Linda's home Dean said, "I'm letting my girlfriend down tonight."

"I can understand that. I let myself and my future child down by marrying the wrong guy and I've made couple of bad choices since then."

"Too desperate to remarry?"

"Yes, absolutely. However the alternative is pretty grim."

"How much casual sex do you get?"

"Roughly once a month if I'm lucky."

"Christ it's tough isn't it. To think of those doped up sluts getting shafted day and night when there are quality, wholesome women like you..."

"That's enough Dean. It does neither of us any good talking about it and please don't advise me to join a club. My situation is simple: I have a seven-year-old daughter. I don't need to find a man; I need to find a man who'd like to take on a seven-year-old as well as me. Deep down I know it will happen one day. Our prince will come."

"So I'm like those other transients: bang, bang, thank you Linda?"

"Yes but I was lonely tonight and my heart warmed when I saw you were alone. I'd been watching you for a few minutes because I knew about the Dayton girl."

"Oh well spotted Linda. Let's have great sex tonight to make this one-stop encounter very worthwhile for you."

"Well you marry that woman?"

"We appear to be heading that way. I'm still gaining knowledge and maturity but the way I see it I believe she's exactly right for me. But no more about Reese: tonight is about you and me."

As they went into the house walking like a tractor-trailer unit, Dean walking in step behind Linda, hands on her hips, he asked, "Are you sure about this?"

"Don't even ask. Lock the door and come through."

"Okay, do you have condoms?"

"Yes, plenty."

"Lube."

"Golly Dean, it's been quite a while since I've had one up there. We could try it."

"Okay but Linda, don't ever offer butt to a guy that could be Mr Right. It's too late for guys expecting to marry a virgin these days but my bet is most like thinking the gal they are courting is an anal virgin, no matter whether or not they change that status after the wedding."

"You could be right so it's good advice. Do you wish to eat late?"

"Yeah baby. Come to daddy."

Linda's body was ripe to plunder. Dean loved the tight and compact torso and Linda's extremely powerful legs. Her thighs were studio tanned, shaven and a delight to lick. In fact he spent so long doing that that Linda had to whimper for more direct action. A probing tongue stuck into her pussy immediately had her happy and soon she was telling Dean blood-curling things like he could shove his head up her cunt if it would fit.

Later Dean was banging Linda with his thrusting cock when images of a nude and sexually sated Reese began floating through his mind.

Oh fuck.

They wouldn't go away. 

Instead of becoming agitated he felt wracked with guilt. Why was he doing this with this woman when he had his lovely, adorable Reese?

Dean was tempted to walk out right then, er, after ejaculating and making sure Linda had climaxed. But he had committed and accepted he'd be a heel to walk away now.

Actually he didn't have to check whether she'd gotten off; Linda absolutely exploded with a single scream, lots of huge pants and she flooded over the towels.

It was very impressive.

After dinner and a rest, drinking some more wine, Dean announced he'd give anal a miss. They then fucked for more than an hour until grinding almost to a standstill.

Dean staggered off and showered and dressed before shaking Linda awake.

They tongued and kissed and finally said goodbye.

"You were great for a young guy," she said. "Most of my guys are in their thirties or forties, sometimes older."

Walking up to the main street to hail a cab Dean wondered exactly what had Linda meant, 'You were great for a young guy?' Had she left off the word 'But' to remain hanging? Well did it really matter? He'd had a pretty good time but no more than that because his conscience had grabbed him. What a fucking unfaithful lout he'd been to Reese. Grow up young man! What was even worse he was sorry AFTER fucking Linda. He really was unfit for Reese, for any woman, including Linda.

What a mess.

In the way the young handle revival, Dean awoke next morning without a care, apart from a minor regularly recycling thought about being a rotten unfaithful asshole. He went to work and with his brother cracking a joke and Tess appeared to waggle her tits at him, although he couldn't quite be sure... she smiled and that diverted him... he appeared to be his old self but he knew the test would come when he came face-to-face with Reese. She'd immediately recognize him as a twelve-and-a-half head monster, for sure.

After agonizing debate with himself during his lunch break Dean knew he had a confession to make.

* * *

Reese had felt it in the flight home, initially quite sure she'd picked up a urinary infection. But it became no worse and there was no real discomfort. Then she smiled and knew what that was.

Driving to the address Reece had given her of his parent's home before she left the airport, Rees found him waiting on the street as arranged. She jumped out and slammed into him crying, "Come on, let's go parking. I'm becoming such a slut, so desperate for you that even my pussy has been telling me it needs you."

"W-what's bought this on?"

"We were at a party and it turned into group sex. This skinny guy had just begun pushing it into me when I thought no way would he perform as well as my man so I pushed him off and went and found two of my other friends outside waiting. Milly was too scared to have sex with anyone other than her husband and Dinah said the guy attempting to get into her pants smelt foully so she was out of there. Then Sally came out absolutely furious because two guys she was with and who'd really worked her up decided they only wanted ass so there was a row. Because Sally had turned aggressive the woman who owned the house told Sally to fuck off.

"Oh the company you girls keep."

"We admit we appeared on the cusp of a huge mistake. What did you do darling?"

"Oh I went to a movie and then went home to my lonely bed and jacked off."

"Oh darling," Reese cooed. "You could have found a sweet divorcee... there are plenty of them around."

"But you'd kick up?"

"Oh I don't know. If she were sweet and appeared clean I might be glad you are being looked after well because mommy went away and left you brewing all the thick gooey..."

"Spread your legs darling."

"Oh excellent. May I confess I wish to be partly responsible for wearing out the back seat and rotting the fabric?"




A Tragedy Resurfaces



"Wow a holiday with the girls really revs you up."

"Darling, now don't get upset but the girls have asked would you come away with us next time."

"You mean..."

"Yes darling, you screwing the four of us in one big heap."

Dean's eyes almost popped out on to the floor. He swallowed to allow the rush of blood to subside and then said, "Darling I would rather devote my full attention just to you. Fucking three other women as well seems rather, um, tatty."

"Oh my darling man," Reese cried in delight. "That reply exceeded my most optimistic expectation. Quickly, snort into my pussy. Nothing else revs me up like that, especially when you also squeeze both breasts. My hero."

Reese called Dean at work next morning. "I have great news. I'm getting a new car. I was driving mom to the hairdresser's in my car and she began sniffing and asked what was that. I couldn't smell anything and wondered perhaps one of my disc brakes was faulty. Then she cried, 'Ohmigod, I know what that is' and turned and looked on to the back seat and yelled, 'There still a wet patch in the middle of the seat'. So I'm to throw away my car for a new one and she'd renting us an apartment because she thinks having sex parked under trees in a car is dangerous, and she ought to know, whatever that means. Does it mean she used to do that?"

"She probably still does darling."

"God Dean you are foul. Oh, she wants me to live home weekdays so the apartment would be just a love nest and weekend hangout. That would be okay wouldn't it?"

"Yeah."

"I said I'd ask you and she said okay and had I asked you about something that had been discussed. Then the bitch refused to tell me what it was."

"Isn't it foul calling your mom a bitch?"

"I certainly did not."

"You did so."

"Did not... oh well just in jest."

Dean said thank you and Reese said he was welcome.

"We'll go out to dinner tonight and I'll outline everything."

"Outline?"

"I'm saying nothing more. You are attempting to probe."

"And you and mom are two assholes. I don't know why I put up with it."

"Calm down darling. The sky is in no risk of falling in just because something is being kept from you."

Pushing her hair back Reese said, "Oh you're such a calming influence on me Dean when I get like this."

"Well I like you being competitive so don't change."

"Oh darling. You are so sweet. Let's meet at 6:00. I won't be able to wait till 8:00."

"Okay. Tess is scowling at me because we have customers waiting. Bye Hot Pussy."

"What?"

The call was terminated.

* * * Reese now drove a new Ford Focus coupe that was narrower than her previous vehicle.

"Who picked the car?" he said after kissing Reese and turning with an arm around her to view the near-new looking very low mileage vehicle.

"Mom did. Well she was the real buyer."

"Notice anything?"

"Yes it has lovely lines."

"True but a narrower back seat than the vehicle it replaces."

Reese gaped and then giggled, "The bitch. She was upgrading me so significantly I just didn't think. She wondered if you'd like my old car."

"No thanks, you said it smelled."

"Right but I didn't point that out to her. I just said you'd want to choose your own car but thanked her for the offer."

After clicking wine-glasses Dean was straight into it. "When you were away your parents invited me for dinner and invited me to research their operation and to come up with a restructuring proposal. What they would like to see is forming a new company with me taking at least a small stockholding and me running that company to act as director of operations of their properties, the company taking over from the outside management company they're using now."

"Jesus."

"Does that mean you think it's a good or a bad proposal?"

Reese scratched under the right hand side of her bra. "I really don't know yet."

"Well talk to me."

She smiled, "Is this what you'd planned to do?"

"I suppose not but I'd intentionally kept almost all options opened. The only thing about this proposal that's surprising is it came completely as a surprise."

"That would be mom. She's like that."

"Also it had not occurred to me there was opportunity in that quarter."

"Are there any other quarters?"

"Only one approach, from Sam Liederbach who was at your parent's lunch the other Sunday. His PA called me yesterday and Sam would like to take me out to lunch soon, to call when I had some suitable times."

"He has a company that specializes in renovating large-span sports stadiums so that's significant isn't it?"

"He's not homosexual?"

"God Sam Liederbach. Are you kidding?"

"Well then yes it is significant. He has something in mind and so has commenced a fishing expedition and is preparing to bait a hook for me if I shape up. If it's only Sam and me at lunch it would be touch and go, but if he arrives with at least one other person I'll know they mean business."

"God grown men playing boy's games."

"Wait until you're been caught in a pincher movement by grown men darling and you might suddenly revise that casual assessment."

"Nice wine."

"Nice bailout. You really are rather skilled for someone so impetuous but you are your mother's daughter. You two are the brains of the family, right? Your mom sounds everything off you."

"My mom is careful, if that's what you mean. Also don't expect me to give away family secrets when you could be negotiating big-time with my parents. Dad possesses two or three million bucks through his own endeavors but mom controls really big money, much of it hers."

"I'd guessed as much."

"May I tell them about Sam's offer."

"Only if it slips out. Your parents appear straight shooters to me. There's no need to pressure them."

"God, aren't you a gentleman? Tell me, why don't you allow me to meet your parents."

"It's just a preference not a prohibition. I've told you in some respects they died when my elder sister died all those years ago. If you wish I'll arrange for you to visit. I'd prefer not to be there."

"I find this weird Dean but understand the tragedy and their reaction must have had a traumatic effect on you. Please arrange the meeting but there's no rush. At their home would be best, perhaps in the garden."

"Okay."

"How old were you when this happened?"

"Sixteen."

"Jesus."

"There's been no shortage of money because both their parents endowed them well with their estates. I received the best schooling desirable, attending boarding schools because that got me away from the shrine."

"The what?"

"It's a shrine for them. My sister's body was brought home and my parent's had to be restrained when the funeral director and team arrived."

"Ohmigod, this is terrible. Darling would you mind if mom accompanied me?"

"I suppose not."

"Darling I really need to know if you approve?"

"Yes, I totally approve but explain the background to your mother and say my parents will be pleasant enough but they have deliberately chosen their pathway. Hitting them with a big stick will achieve nothing, although I anticipate Susanne would have no intention of attempting that. You'll find my parents mildly sociable and not at all dangerous."

Reese burst into tears and ran around to Dean to be hugged. It make things worse for her when she saw tears in his eyes but she avoided making undue disturbance, simply allowing her body to be raked by huge sobs. After awhile Dean signaled to the attentive waitress to bring the mains they'd ordered and by the time she arrived with them Reese was back on her chair smiling, her make-up repaired. 

"It's astonishing you appear to bear no scars of your blighted childhood," Reese said, toying with her curry.

"I coped by eventually coming to understand all I had to do was to keep away from that house as much as I could. I probably had more sleepovers when at high school than any other kid at the school. That was great training for me in learning about management of human relations because I'd not possess any sign of being particularly popular before the tragedy. I pushed myself and outside the classroom also began to excel in sports and other activity and gradually I found myself with friends. Mothers of those kids, especially for that first year, knew who I was because my sister's death had been splashed over media because she was horribly crushed when the fully loaded dump truck rolled over and flattened her car."

"Oh god," Reese said, pushing away her curry.

"Please eat. This is all history, there is no need to try to relive it."

"I'm just so sad for me."

"Well don't focus on it, please don't. If you begin feeling excessively sorry for me I won't be able to trust what you say to me. Believe me, I have to trust you in that way if we are to marry."

"Marry?" Reese said, sitting up from her slouch. "Oh god, tell me about it."

"Well we appear to be heading in that direction. I think you'll understand that I'd prefer to be back into permanent work before I take on the commitment of marriage."

"Yes, yes I can understand that," she gushed. "I want to work until I begin having babies. I need you to understand that. In the present heavily social bias I have in working for mother I really can't call work."

"Well we'll go down that path in our discussions. I've already loosely suggested your mother and you be incorporated into the company structure. I didn't mean it that way but if your mother were allocated real responsibility that could wean her off you although perhaps not altogether. Either way it's no problem to me. I am delighted though to hear you want real work. If we are to proceed with their restructuring we must ensure we don't lose you. I can see you now, in your tight jeans and boots, a thick shirt pushed out by your tits and wearing a hard-hat and inspecting the work of contractors and their subcontractors. God all the guys would walk around with a hand on their dick."

"Don't be so disgusting. Ask anyone; I'm a great organizer with a good eye for detail. I could be understudy to the contracts supervisor to lean the ropes before taking over."

"That's good to see, enthusiasm. I still can believe you allowed your mom to put you in a coupe."

"I still have five days left of the right to negotiate an exchange without penalty."

"Nah let's look for this love nest you said your mom spoke about. As long as I'm engaged in helping her sort out her business interests I don't mind using accommodation she's providing."

"Oh goodie, I'd been waiting for that declaration. I'll begin looking tomorrow. I'm feeling very much better. This curry really is quite delightful and not at all like the heavy brute concoction men favor. We ought to have great sex tonight with me empowered by curry and you munching steak. We should take a hotel room."

"My thoughts exactly. We'll book into a luxury suite for three nights."

"Oooh."

* * *

Susanne said when her mom asked that she park in the street, "Ready for a quick getaway mom?"

"Don't by silly. I think we should tread softly, softly."

"That's you talking sense mom."

Susanne glared and let that one go. The idea that she didn't always talk sense was preposterous.

It was a fine, windless day and as they walked up the drive they heard Mrs Armstrong call, "Hello, we're over here in the shade under this big tree."

"God she's set out a banquet," Susanne whispered.

Reese muttered, "It's probably the little cakes that have been sprinkled with arsenic."

"Behave yourself. You're acting like a silly schoolgirl."

"It's the way I cope with nerves, or haven't you ever noticed."

"Oh please Reese, shut up. You're putting me on edge."

"Hi Mrs Armstrong. I'm Susanne Dayton and this is my daughter Reese."

"Why hello and welcome to our home. I'm Shona and this is Dan. I often see your photograph in the newspapers and magazines."

"Well yes, usually associated with my charity work. I rarely reach for notoriety."

"That's why most women are boring," said Mr Armstrong.

Mrs Armstrong snapped, "Say nothing unless you can say something sensible."

He looked closely at the two visitors and said, "Which one of you is dating my son?"

"My daughter sir."

"I see. Well Dean doesn't talk about you much young lady but he has told us you have spark in you and you have humor. When will you marry my son?"

Reese had done some rehearsing on what she'd say. She'd not expected the opportunity to make a positive thrust so early but Mr Armstrong was not exactly an idiot. It was Mrs Armstrong who appeared to be away with the fairies.

"We'll probably set the date soon after you give your approval sir and promise me you'll come to the wedding, bringing Mrs Armstrong?"

"She doesn't go out much."

"So there's no wedding?" challenged Reese, hearing her mom suck in breath.

"I'll be there."

"And so will I you silly old goat. Julia would be thirty-one now and she would have loved going to weddings. I must go to represent her."

Mother and daughter exchanged deep looks aware a huge breakthrough had been achieved without even trying. Mild shock showed on both of their faces.

"I'll fetch coffee," Mr Armstrong said standing up. He was slim and very tall, taller than Dean.

"May I accompany you sir?"

"Ah want to spy through our house do you?"

"Oh yes please. Will you please assist me to spy?"

He laughed, he actually laughed and Reese thought that was not a rusty laugh. What was going on here?

Susanne sat close to Mrs Armstrong and took the plunge. "I was greatly distressed to hear about your daughter."

"Yes it was sad."

Mrs Armstrong had shown no sign of being upset so Susanne pushed a little more.

"I daresay your daughter continues to live within you."

"Yes,"

"I think that's wonderful."

Mrs Armstrong glanced at Susanne. "You are a very intelligent woman."

"Thank you. Would you like me to set a chair beside you at the wedding if there is to be a wedding for Julia."

"You called her Julia."

"Oh goodness, I'm so sorry."

"No, don't you see. You have been the only person in years to call her Julia when speaking to me. Everyone calls her your daughter, Dan calls her our daughter and Dean always calls her his sister or my daughter. Don't you see?"

Susanne wasn't sure if this was only about identity but she had the sense to say, "I would be honored if you will allow me to call her Julia in your presence."

"Please do and that is very kind of you. Dean told me you were a very lovely woman. You'll forgive him won't you?"

"Forgive him for what?"

"For seeing you as his mother. He's not mad, only deeply emotionally scarred. Big sister Julie was the world to him and she went and died. When the people came from the funeral parlor to claim Julie's body as they were legally entitled to do Stan and I became rather overcome emotionally and there was a bit of a commotion. Poor Dean was only sixteen and he became hugely upset and had to be sedated. He refused to speak for a month and we were advised by specialists to let him be. Then exactly one month after Julia's death he disappeared one morning. We were frantic and the police went to the school to question a couple of his very close friends and the police found Dean seated between them and talking again."

"Ohmigod, you poor darling."

"It's been smooth-going for a long time but was very rough for us at the time. For two years afterwards he occasionally claimed Julia had been talking to him but then he never claimed that again and these days avoids conversation about her if he can. That's why he's not here today. He could have gotten time off work but he knew I'd talk to you about Julia because he knows you are the type of woman to gently pursue something like that."

* * *

Reese was driving her mom's black Cadillac CTS-V home, listening to Susanne repeat the conversation she'd had with Mrs Armstrong.

"Ohmigod," Reese said when her mom finished.

"Can you see the changed situation?"

"Yes mom. Dean's parents are not at all odd. His father became quite cheerful showing my through the house. It has beautiful polished floors and magnificent ceiling lights and was very tidy throughout. The problem that Dean attributes has switched to him being the center of their problem, though his parents still grieve for their daughter, perhaps a little bit too much to be termed normal."

"Exactly dear but don't jump to conclusions. In my opinion Dean is very well adjusted and totally normal apart from this blip. On that dreadful day part of his mind closed down and failed to return to normal."

"I think you're right He knows his sister died terribly because he's told me but he told me that without the slightest hint of changed emotion. It's Dean that is locked back in that time, at least a little portion of him, rather than his parents being in that position. They are no different to some other older people we know... a little introverted who they prefer keeping to themselves."

"Yes dear. I agree. I'm confident there's nothing to fear and probably there is a chance he'll snap out of it one day when he's older and is moving to settle down. I like the thought he and you will one day take your first child to visit Julia's grave."

"So her name's Julia?"

"Yes, and Mrs Armstrong told me where her grave is. She and Mr Armstrong visit it every Friday and then do their week's main shopping."

"Mom, if you don't mind I feel a little spooked. And why are you so definite there will be a wedding and at least one child?"

"There's no reason for that really. I just seem to know. He's right for you darling."

"I know he is."

"Your father met him for lunch today. We wish to suggest he finishes up soon at the mobile phone store and then goes on temporary salary with us, say for three months, while he thoroughly assesses the businesses and conducts a proper audit of our properties, using consultants. As Monroe says, to sort the chaff from the cheese."

"The saying is sort the wheat from the chaff isn't it?"

"Yes but you know how your father likes his little jokes. He also thinks if we complete that restructuring and everything is ticking over we should quit the chaff after they are upgraded for sale and then acquire replacements with potential to be substantially upgraded and on-sold at our convenience."

"Managing that kind of operation will have Dean flaring at the nostrils."

"You said he has money coming free in Europe at the end of next month?"

"Yes but he didn't say how much. It could be substantial and he will be buying a new car."

"Well he won't need to buy a car because a company car will be part of his recruitment package. Also your father and I will float the operational company with 50,000 shares and have decided Dean can purchase his initial stake if he wants to do that and then to build up his stake with us selling stock to him. If he is to be come seriously involved with you darling we want him to be part of the family."

"Damn it mom, you're making me cry," Reese said, flicking at her eyes with one hand. "You two are so wonderful to me."

CHAPTER 4

Sunday morning dawned brilliantly and after wake-up chat merged into sex, Reese and Dean were in the Jacuzzi on the deck of their hotel room. Dean had brought the coffee and mugs and Reese had quickly filled bagels.

They concentrated on keeping crumbs out of the pool and then Dean yawned and asked what would she like to do that day.

"In an hour's time lets go to the cemetery."

"For what purpose?" he said coolly.

"Your mom told my mom where your sister lies buried. Well today I'm asking to be taken there."

"No."

"Are you sure about that answer?"

"Christ Reese, why are you attempting to give me a hard time over this?"

"Dean Armstrong. I intend marrying you but no way will I do that before I talk to Julia about it."

"My sister is dead."




A Tragedy Resurfaces



"Thank god you accept that. I've told you what I wish to do and for your information your sister had a name. Use it, go on say it."

"I'm out of here."

"Sit down Dean and behave. Yes I have decided to give you a hard time over this and I hope I'm handling this okay because it's almost ripping me apart knowing I'm hurting you. Just give it two hours Dean, just two hours and we'd back here having made the breakthrough together. Yes Dean, I'm doing this WITH you, not against you. I need you to come and introduce me to Julia."

"She's dead."

"Yes but that doesn't stop you talking to her to preserve your memory of her. So why can't I talk to her? In my heart I must do this Dean, can't you see? Julia still remains family although she's not here. Lots and lots of family are in that situation and they cope and we can cope. Just accept it Dean, it's what I want to do."

"Julia."

"Good boy. But louder this time."

"Julia!"

Dean was sniffing and Reese clutched at him, desperately wanting to be part of him. "You can cry darling. This is a very special time. It's quite okay to cry."

Pulling away but not too roughly, Dean grabbed his towel and blew his nose.

"I had been thinking for three weeks about how to introduce you to Julia. It was so important for me to get it right. Then on Thursday evening you told me what my mom had told your mom and you used Julia's name. It felt so uncanny hearing her name off your lips that I almost passed out which was when I grabbed at the table clothe and spilt my glass of water. I decided to take a photograph of the headstone and show it to you to prepare you to meet Julia if you wished to do that. But I put off going to the cemetery. You are so strong and you're pre-empted me."

"Strong women fuck well darling, isn't that what you like?"

"Yeah, I'm glad you're strong," he grinned. "Come on, let's get ready and move out." He paused and smiled softly. "There's someone I'd like you to meet. Figuratively."

THE END