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Bringing Jake Home

By: Ronnie Wachuka



Thanks to writer99 for previewing the story and correcting my stupid mistakes, and RedHairedandFriendly for holding my feet to the fire. Any errors are mine 'cause I can't leave well enough alone. 

From the author:

This story is a work of fiction. Jake represents all of the youth who pass through the various foster parent programs every day; the addicted babies, the abused children, and the troubled and abandoned kids. 

Let Rachel and Leo, and later on, Jake and Julie, represent all of those noble and caring foster parents who care for, aid, and guide their young charges.

In these 50 states, laws concerning child abuse and adoption vary widely, as do the titles and duties of the various Department of Social and Health Services (DSHS) and their component departments, Child Protective Services (CPS) and Child Welfare Services (CWS) around the country. If the laws and the various departments don't fit the way your state does it just consider that in their wisdom your voters and politicians decided to do it differently. Also consider that we're dealing with the laws, regulations, departments, and duties that existed in the early 1970's, and finally, that I have a vivid imagination.

I have the honor to know a retired judge who actually performed the duties of Judge Micah Brown in the story and his aid in straightening me out and trying to keep me honest was enormous. I also consulted with friends of mine in the police department. Unfortunately none of them had been in the police department during the time period that this story takes place but their information was helpful in other ways.

On with the story:

The screams coming from the house could be heard as soon as the front doors of the squad car were thrown open. Sgt. Ken Burns of the city police immediately put his long legs into the run mode as he headed for the porch. Following immediately behind him was his partner, Cpl. Isabella (Izzy) Davis who being of a much shorter stature, had a difficult time keeping up with him as he bounded up the steps. He loudly rapped on the door, and in a voice that would brook no hesitation or refusal, demanded, "Police, open up." 

His loud voice and heavy raps seemed to have an effect as the voices from within suddenly ceased. The door was shortly thrown open and an angry woman stood in the doorway demanding, "What the hell do you want," in a shrill angry voice.

Sgt. Burns drew all 6'3" of his tall lanky body to attention and in his most authoritative voice spoke in a clear bone-chilling tone, "Madam, step back, we're coming in."

This demand was instantly responded to with another shrill reply, "Not without a search warrant your not."

Pulling the screen door open, Sgt. Burns started to enter, even as he informed the woman; "Under state law I'm not only coming in, the law demands it if we have reason to believe a person is in physical danger, and especially, a minor child, as was reported to us."

Stepping back to avoid being run over by Sgt. Burns and Cpl. Davis, the woman screeched, "Report, what report?" Answering her own question she blurted out, "I'll bet it's that bitch Stella Campbell. That fat slut busybody has always had it in for me."

Standing in the living room and looking about, the two peace officers would have been appalled at the scene before them if they hadn't seen the same carnage many times in domestic disturbance cases during their years of law enforcement duty.

The living room had the appearance of a battle zone; chairs were laying on their sides, the coffee table was stripped clean, its contents strewn around the room, and several pictures lay on the floor, with broken glass surrounding the frames and photos.

What did appall them was the sight of the humans in the room.

In the light, the woman standing before them was a mess. Her dishwater blond hair was in a tangled disarray, Her blouse was disheveled, the top and bottom buttons undone, and speckles of blood had soaked into the fabric here and there. What really disturbed the two officers were her hands. They were swollen, bruised, and bloody.

Standing next to the woman were two young girls who were miniature versions of the woman. The first assumption one would make was that they were her daughters. An assumption that soon proved to be correct. Their physical appearance was as equally appalling as their mother's with the clothing and hair in disarray, bruised and bloody hands, and specks of blood on their blouses. Further, the toes of their shoes were scuffed as if they had been repeatedly kicking something or someone.

The someone was soon discovered lying in a corner of the room in a fetal position with its arms and hands surrounding its head and neck in an effort to protect itself.

Sgt. Burns quickly crossed the room and determined that the "it" was a small male child of yet undetermined age. His clothing was bloody as were his bruised face and arms. The boy was breathing very shallow breaths as if he had problems breathing. With each attempt to suck air into his lungs he gave out a piteous groan. Looking at this misused and abused little boy the Sergeant exploded in anger:

"Madam, this is now an apparent crime scene and I am charging you with suspicion of felony assault and these two girls with suspicion of committing acts of juvenile delinquency." That having been said he read Ms. Sophia Hanson, her Miranda rights. Once that act was completed he turned to his partner and directed her to phone St. Joe's Emergency Room for an ambulance, the precinct for a paddy wagon to haul the girls to juvenile detention, and a search warrant. Lastly he asked her to bring the polaroid camera back in along with a preliminary report form.

As Cpl. Davis busied herself photographing the woman, girls, boy, and the crime scene, Sgt. Burns began to fill out the form, first carefully filling in the date and time . . Saturday 24 June, 1972 - 10:00 pm. . .

The following Wednesday . . .

The strident ringing of the phone finally broke into her mind. Annoyed, she put down her book, rose, and punched the button to lift the arm of the phonograph which had been filling the air with the soft strains of Brahms, and moved to the end table to answer the pesky thing which had interrupted her peace and tranquility.

In an annoyed tone she answered, "Armstrong residence."

From the other end a query, "Rachel?"

"Yes, this is she."

"This is Elizabeth Ritter from Child Protective Services. How are You?"

"I'm fine. What can I do for you?"

"If your not doing anything this evening can I buy you dinner? I desperately need your help and I'd rather not discuss it over the phone."

Accordingly, several hours later, Rachel found herself seated across the table from Elizabeth ordering dinner. They kept the talk in a light vein, catching up on each other's activities over the past year or so. Once the food was served and the waiter dismissed, Elizabeth laid out her problem:

"Last Saturday the police arrested a Ms. Sophia Hanson on suspicion of felony assault and her two daughters, on suspicion of committing acts of juvenile delinquency against the mother's 12 year old son. This was not the first time the police had been called. Records indicate that the police made at least three visits in the last six months, but this was the first time that there was proof of the abuse.

His bumps and bruises had always been explained away to the police and school nurse as being due to his clumsiness.

The boy was admitted to St. Joe's Emergency Room where it was found that he had three broken ribs, a broken wrist, and his face and body were covered with his own blood from numerous scratches and gouging of the flesh and a there were a multitude of bruises on his face and body. 

He was patched up and admitted to the Intensive Care Unit. One problem that immediately cropped up was his fear of women. His mother and sisters have so traumatized him that anytime a female approaches him he screams, cringes, and tries to tuck himself into the same fetal position the police found him in Saturday. "

To Rachel's arched brow, Elizabeth continued on:

"His trauma was so bad they had to reorganize the shifts so that only male nurses work his room. Early Monday morning the police and hospital reports and photos were delivered to the District Attorney's Office. The attorney assigned to the case took one look at the reports and photos and notified the Department of Social and Health Services who immediately requested a hearing for Probable Cause to issue Temporary Restraining Orders and to make the children temporary wards of the court, pending hearings and any resulting trials, with temporary custody of the boy to be transferred to DSHS.

Judge Micah Brown, who handles juvenile cases, performed his duty and determined that there was Probable Cause. As a result he made the young boy a temporary ward of the court, which basically put him under the protection of Child Protective Services under the auspices of the Department of Social and Health Services. Judge Brown also issued a temporary restraining order against the mother. He has also temporarily removed the daughters from the mother's custody and also made them temporary wards of the court.

As soon as I got a "heads up" about the case I phoned Dr. Tucker and requested a Psych. Eval., Rachel cut in, "Dr. Leo Tucker?"

"Why yes, do you know him?" Elizabeth asked.

"I know him," Rachel responded.

Her tone of voice, the inflection in her voice, and the upturn of her lips caused a thought to flicker through Elizabeth's mind; I wonder how well?

Elizabeth concluded her remarks; "I've inherited a problem and you are my only solution. There are no other certified foster parents available in the system. Will you take this broken bird under your wing? It may well be that if his mother is in fact found guilty of child abuse he will become a permanent ward of the state, which would put him under the tender mercy of Child Welfare Services, but that's down the road. Will you do it?"

After a bit of thought, Rachel posed a question. "If he's truly afraid of women, how will I be able to help?" 

"Dr. Tucker has a few thoughts. Why don't you get together with him and see what he has to say. Even though the lad won't be released from St. Joes for another eight or ten days, I need to know your answer as soon as possible."

The meal having been concluded, Rachel and Elizabeth rose to leave. Rachel's final words to Elizabeth were to the effect that she would give the proposal some thought. Elizabeth put an envelope in her hand, explaining that it was a copy of the police reports and pictures. She also apologized about her inability to give Rachel the hospital reports, but that would be against the law.

Upon returning home Rachel poured a glass of Chardonnay, lit a Lilac scented candle, put a recording of Bach's music on, and sat down to read the police report and view copies of the photos they'd taken. After 5 minutes of reading the report and viewing the photos she found herself agitated and disgusted with what she saw and read. How could any human being, let alone a mother, heap the abuse and degrade a child as she and her daughter's had done to Jake (for that was the boy's name). To be exact it was Jacob Joseph Hanson. 

Laying the report and photos aside she lay her head against the chair back, closed her eyes, and let her mind wander where it would. . .

Her first thoughts were about her late husband, Larry, and their growing love for one another in her senior year at Western University when she worked for him as a student aid. She recalled, with a smile on her lips, their wedding at Trinity Presbyterian Church the Summer she graduated. Her smile changed to a frown when she recalled the day that they found out that they would never have children because Larry's sperm count was almost zero, for whatever reason.

They'd talked about the problem. A news story about the great need for foster parents in the state made up their minds for them. That, coupled with the feeling that they both wanted to help the children in the news story made them both agree that instead of adopting they'd become foster parents. They'd worked towards that end and in short order found themselves fully certified by the state. Over the next several years they found their house filled with the laughter and mischief that children are heir to.

One night Larry had complained of a headache and went up to bed to lay down. When Rachel went up to join him, his body was still and cooling. An autopsy later showed that he'd died of a brain aneurysm. The thought of Larry and how much she loved him, how broken up and distraught she'd been when he died brought tears to her eyes.

Shaking off her gloom and wiping the tears away her mind turned to the point a year after Larry's death when she decided that she needed to get on with her life. 

After she'd graduated from Western and at Larry's urging, she'd started to take the courses needed to pursue her post graduate work and hopefully get her doctor's degree. The year she was in mourning it had all been laid aside. She'd finally dusted off her thesis and poured herself into the necessary study and research to complete it and submit it. Three years ago she'd turned it in and sat for her boards. She passed her exams with flying colors, receiving her diploma at that June's graduation. She was now Dr. Rachel Armstrong if anyone cared.

The pay-off for her was her being accepted at Western University with a full professorship in the History Department, where she now taught. She smiled again when she recalled the size of her first paycheck as opposed to the pittance she'd earned teaching history at Western High School.

The chiming of the mantle clock broke into her thoughts. As the clock sounded the hour, she noted it was midnight. Time for bed she thought as she turned everything off and made her way up the stairs to bed.

On her way up the stairs her mind returned to Larry and to their love life. Larry had been ten years older then Rachel. Rachel hadn't been a virgin on her wedding night but she was also by no means a slut, her sexual experience having been limited to the normal teen age groping, the loss of her virginity to her steady boyfriend at the Senior Prom, and one unsatisfactory incident in her Freshman Year at Western. On her wedding night Larry taught her the difference between men and boys.

By the time she found herself standing by her bed she was a very aroused lady. Eschewing her nightgown she laid a heavy cotton bath towel on the bed to catch her vaginal fluids. She'd learned on her honeymoon that when aroused her discharge was immense. First Larry, and now Leo, used to tease her about getting two baths when they made love; A complete face wash from their oral love-making and a complete bath around their waist, thighs, and especially their cocks. They both made jokes about their anal orifice being super clean when she was on top, which never failed to bring a flush to her cheeks and a smile to her lips.

Fluffing her pillow she crawled into bed and closed her eyes. She was quickly lost in images of Larry and her; How he used to wait until she came out of the bathroom. How he'd place his arms around her and softly stroke her back as his pelvis ground against her and his lips nuzzled her cheeks, ears and, oh my God, that little dimpled spot where her neck and shoulder joined. Soon he would be gently removing her nighty. Even as it touched the chair his body would sink to the floor as his hands made their way to the small of her back and the cheeks of her ass. He'd slowly pull her into his waiting lips, kissing and licking every inch of her skin as he stroked the small of her back and her ass.

As she ran the movie of Larry's love making through her mind, her own hands were busy pleasuring herself. Her hands rose to her heavy puddled breasts to squeeze the flesh and rub and pull her enlarged, stiff nipples. On her wedding night she learned that she was one of those lucky women who could orgasm from breast play alone. 

She could feel her juices flowing as her breathing grew shallower and she began to moan.

Suddenly her mental movie changed as Larry laid her on the bed. He spread her legs and began to kiss her pussy as his fingers slid between her lips and pushed them slowly and deeply into her pussy while his tongue began to search for her clitoris. In tandem with Larry's movements in her movie, she too pushed her fingers into her pussy, rolling them around and twisting them as her thumb began to rub her clit.

By now her moans had risen to a loud wailing sound as her body climbed the mountain of arousal she would shortly throw herself from in glorious orgasm. 

She was almost there. Her pussy muscles were clamping around her fingers as she tried to pull them out and her ass was rising off the bed trying to get them back inside her. By now she was strumming her thumb against the head of her clit while her other fingers pulled and twisted her nipples.

Suddenly her wailing became screams as her body stiffened, her pussy muscles jammed her fingers firmly and tightly inside of her, and her eyes rolled back into her head as she fell off the mountain in glorious release.

Still gently rubbing her nipples her body gently shook in an occasional minor orgasm that just made the night more pleasurable.

Finally satisfied, she weakly pulled the sopping wet towel out from under her and dropped it to the rug, as she closed her eyes to fall into a very happy, erotic, dream filled sleep.

Following breakfast the next morning she phoned Leo Tucker. Her face broke into a grin when she recalled the quizzical glance she'd received from Elizabeth when his name came up.

On the third ring a deep baritone voice rewarded her efforts. "Leo speaking how may I be of service?"

Rachel identified herself, causing Leo to warmly greet her. She explained her problem, stating she needed to talk with him before she could make up her mind about whether to accept Elizabeth's request or not. 

Leo's reply was not unexpected; "Sure but it's going to cost you."

In return she quipped, "What's it going to cost me you pervert?"

To which he answered, "Seems like the last time we dated honey bunch, there was enough perversion that a goodly portion of it would also have to lay on your shoulders." 

The remembrance of their dates over the last several years and the usual evening aftermath brought a blush to her cheeks and a schoolgirl giggle to her lips.

The two of them were in fact what today's generation calls, "Friends with benefits."

After hemming and hawing for a few seconds Leo stated his terms with a leer she could feel over the phone line, "Dinner and dancing Friday night, and fooling around afterwards." 

With a smiling leer of her own she quickly agreed.

Putting the phone down she suddenly realized that her panties were wet and that she was very horny. How in the hell can you get horny from a phone call she thought. Simple, was her answer to herself, it happened when Leo said, "and fooling around afterwards."

Friday found her shopping downtown. This was her lucky day. In the first store she tried, she found a beautiful jade green cocktail dress that really complimented her green eyes and auburn hair. the best part was that it fit her like a second skin. Rachel's problem was her height. Standing at 5'11" she usually had a problem finding clothes without having to shell out money for alterations.

At the store next door she found matching nylons, garter belt, and panties, that complimented the dress. As she started to leave it suddenly dawned on her she didn't have a bra to go with the dress. That problem was soon rectified and she headed out to keep her appointment at the beauty salon to get her hair set and nails trimmed and painted.


Bringing Jake Home



Later, she lay back in the bath tub luxuriating in the bubbles surrounding her and the scent of the lighted candles glowing by the sink. With the thoughts of tonight and its promise running through her mind she was a very horny woman and the thought kept flittering through her mind that she owed it to herself to play with her body until she had a nice orgasm, one for the road. She firmly set the thought aside because she knew Leo's prowess as a lover and she had every intention to use that prowess to the fullest tonight. In fact, she thought with a malicious smirk, I will turn him into a whimpering sniveling wreck before the weekend's done or my name isn't Rachel Armstrong.

When she started feeling like a prune she reluctantly pulled the plug, rose, and dried herself off. Padding barefoot into her bedroom she stood in front of the mirror to begin dressing. The reflection she saw in the mirror generally pleased her. She saw a 32 year old women in the prime of life. Tall, with just enough meat on her bones to accentuate her feminine curves. True she thought ruefully, her ass is too large but at least it isn't drooping yet. The same couldn't be said for her heavy, pendulous, tear drop shaped breasts, but Larry had never complained about them and Leo sure hadn't either. Both men had spent many hours happily playing with them and worshipping her huge nipples with their lips, tongues, and fingers. Finally her gaze was drawn to the juncture of her thighs. Her pussy was faintly visible, hidden by her auburn bush. She'd often thought about shaving it but hadn't because unlike most women, her pubic hair was fine like a baby's hair and very curly. the few men she'd known had never ever complained.

Slowly and carefully she dressed herself. First her garter belt, and next her nylons, being careful that the seams ran true and straight and that they lay against her skin with no ripples. Following this she very carefully fitted her breasts into her new bra. She was particularly pleased with this purchase because it had to be strapless and yet hold her breasts in confinement. The bra did all of this and more. Without the help and aid of shoulder straps it confined her breasts and yet, pushed them together in such a way that every movement caused them to jiggle and at the same time pushed them together to form a very deep cleavage. Next she pulled her panties up until the crotch fit tightly against her pussy. Finally it was time to don the dress.

After slipping into it she found she was unable to zip it completely up. A job for Leo she thought with a smile of anticipation. She approved of the dress with its spaghetti straps and the hem ending just above her knees. The bodice was perfect, dropping down to show the tops of her bra encased breasts and the very deep cleavage her bra created.

Seating herself at her dressing table she slipped her single strand matched pearl necklace into place, put her matching earrings on, added the matching pearl bracelet and ring, and sat looking at the results. The set of jewelry had been her grandmothers, passed to her mother, and finally to her. Her younger sister had put up a stink, but was mollified when Rachel promised that they'd go to her niece if Rachel didn't have a daughter to pass it on to. 

She was just stepping into her black patent leather "fuck me" pumps with their 3 inch heels when the door bell rang. She quickly moved down the stairs, over to the door, and pulled it open.

As usual, she felt her body react to the sight of Leo standing before her. Her curly headed friend was in all his glory tonight. Dressed in a white tuxedo jacket and black tuxedo trousers he was adorable. With her pumps on they stood eye to eye, which made it neat when they kissed she thought with an approving smile.

Stepping into the living room he put his arms around her waist and drew her to him to plant a smoldering kiss on her lips, while his hands slowly slid down to cup her ass cheeks. Leaning back she looked at the face of her friend and lover. His brown eyes were so dark they were almost black, with little flecks of green. His nose was flat and pushed slightly to one side, attesting to his boxing days while at Western. The whole effect coupled with the small scar just above his lip gave him a bad boy appearance that drew women to him like flies to honey.

Reaching her arms around his neck she ran her fingers through his close cropped curly hair which was beginning to show a gray hair here and there. The effect of the gray seemed to enhance rather then detract from his appearance, making him look like a distinguished bad boy and even more attractive and sought after. 

Planting her own smoldering kiss on him she quickly spun out of his arms with a request to, "Zip me up honey."

Stepping behind her, he placed his huge left hand on her shoulder, as his lips planted soft kisses on her bare shoulder, while he pulled her zipper up. His lips on her bare skin coupled with his fingers softly stroking her neck sent shivers through her body and she suddenly found it hard to breath. 

To gain control of the situation, she again spun out of his arms. Kissing him softly on the cheek, as her finger tips stroked the other cheek. She softly and regretfully murmured, "Later sweetheart. I think it's time to go while we still can." 

Picking up her gold and black clutch bag and a light white knitted shawl she preceded him out the door. Leo closed and locked it, took her arm, and escorted her out to his Mercedes Benz. The descending sun gleamed off the surface of the car as he opened the door for his date. He suddenly found himself becoming aroused as he took in the sight of her exposed thighs caused by her dress hiking up as she seated herself in the car on the glove soft gray leather.

The drive to the night club took a few minutes, which allowed them to catch up on each other's activities since their last date. 

On arriving, a young man in a gold and black vest took the car keys from Leo to park it as Leo escorted Rachel into the club. Their arrival caused a stir throughout the establishment. The women hated Rachel on sight. Her beauty was something they all wished for and the sight of her escort holding her arm aroused jealousy and envy in every female breast.

The men for their part suddenly found themselves reaching down to pull their pant's crotches down as they watched her walk alongside her date, her hips swaying in invitation, and her breasts jiggling with each step.

Their waiter escorted them to a table well to the back of the club, to provide a modicum of privacy, and provide a place where they could talk without interruption or distraction.

The evening started with cocktails as they perused the menu. Rachel and Leo both agreed the Beef a la Mode looked like a winner. Looking at the wine list they also agreed that a Gamay Beaujolais would make an excellent wine to accompany the meal.

The meal lived up to the club's reputation for fine dining. As they ate they discussed Rachel's problem. She began by telling Leo about Elizabeth's request that she become a foster parent to Jake and her hesitation to do so because of his abject fear and distrust of women. Rachel also mentioned Elizabeth's suggestion that Leo be brought into the equation as he might have some ideas.

She concluded by saying, "I'd really like to do it as I feel Jake needs the love, care, and attention that a good woman can provide."

Leo was silent for a moment before he began, "Rachel, you know about doctor patient privilege so I won't dwell on it. There are some other things I'm not at liberty to discuss, but, I'll tell what I can. The mother's name is Sophia Hanson. The police questioned the neighbors, the school, and even Jake's father. What they were able to piece together is that Sophia is a rabid women's libber."

At Rachel's reaction Leo held up his hand to quiet her.

"I don't mean the women who are trying to level the playing field with equal pay, work conditions, and mutual non-sexist respect. I'm talking about a true man hater. One who will do anything to punish men, any man they come in contact with, even their own husbands and sons. She drove her husband away and not having another male handy began to abuse her son. She even brain-washed her daughters into aiding in this terrible atrocity they committed on Jake."

"I feel so badly about his condition; something a psychologist is not supposed to exhibit, I've volunteered my services until Jake can be returned to normalcy."

Continuing on he made a suggestion; "If you want to take on foster parenting Jake; Every day, twice a day, visit Jake in his hospital room. Make sure the door stays open and I'll have a chair placed against the wall next to the door. When you enter, say nothing and for heaven's sake don't go any further into the room then that chair. Seat yourself and read a book. Don't say anything, don't wave your hands. Don't do anything that'll trigger Jake's fears. If he looks at you, just smile and keep reading. Don't stay any longer then fifteen minutes. After the first two days we'll talk and revamp the plan as necessary."

Hesitantly and with doubt Rachel responded, "What if it doesn't work?"

With a sigh, Leo answered in a soft voice, " If this doesn't work, we'll have to try hypnosis and plant a post hypnotic suggestion that should work if you perform your loving-mother-roll successfully. I don't like it because it's a band-aid approach and it doesn't solve his problem. It only buries it. At some point, preferably before puberty sets in, we'll be able to pull the band-aid and let the healing begin."

With a smile that bordered on a leer, Leo looked at his date and concluded the evenings business by asking, "Anymore questions?"

To a shake of her head, Leo raised his hand to summon the waiter to clear the table and bring in the dessert. The busboy headed for the kitchen with the meal leavings and the waiter to bring in dessert; a delightful Sorbet and a snifter of Napoleon Brandy for each. Leo moved his chair so that Rachel and he were seated side by side against the wall. He placed one arm on her shoulder, the other disappearing under the table to play with her thigh, as he kissed her ear and playfully whispered, "Let the games begin."

The two of them spent the evening dancing to the slow dances and enticing their partner with erotic kissing and groping during the fast ones. They kept it within the bounds of decency, but their antics were bemusedly noted by all those seated near them.

When Rachel went to the ladies restroom the ladies grinned at her and would have given her a thumbs up if they were men. Which is exactly what happened when Leo had to take a trip to the mens room.

They both sat and chuckled over the reactions of their neighbors.

Finally at 11:30 they found themselves on the dance floor dancing to a nice slow waltz (actually they were standing in place, swaying to the music, and rubbing and caressing each other with plenty of kisses being given and returned). Rachel put both of her hands on the back of Leo's neck and kissed him with as much tongue action as she could muster. Pulling her lips away from his she softly whispered in his ear, "Honey, lets go to my place and dance," a request Leo heartily endorsed.

Returning to the table to pay the tab and gather up Rachel's wrap and purse, they were greeted by happy grins as they passed by each table.

On the drive home Rachel had her head on Leo's shoulder. Quietly she asked him if he could stay the weekend, to which he quipped, "I thought you'd never ask."

Pulling into Rachel's driveway, He let her out to open up and then pulled his car into the second stall of her garage to keep the neighborhood gossip down. He retrieved his overnight bag from the trunk and headed for the house after carefully closing the garage door.

Upon entering the living room Leo noted that she'd been busy; The curtain was drawn, scented candles were lit, and two snifters of brandy were waiting.

A girl after my own heart he thought with a smile. She'd also put several of Jackie Gleason's, "For Lovers Only," albums on the phonograph to softly play and add to the ambience of the night.

They sat side by side on the sofa her head on his shoulder, his arm holding her close to him as they sipped the brandy and silently listened to the music. Words were not yet needed. The need was to set the mood for what would follow.

Their snifters were soon empty causing Rachel to rise and move over to the corner liquor cabinet for a refill. Setting the snifters on the coffee table she took Leo's two hands in hers and gently pulled him to his feet to join her in a lover's dance.

As they danced she would slowly remove an item of Leo's clothing and he would return the favor. In short order they were all but nude. The only items of clothing not puddled on the rocking chair by the fireplace were Rachel's nylons and garter belt. They both enjoyed making love with her wearing her stockings.

The nude dancing soon had them roused to the degree that her pussy was soaking wet and his penis was brick hard. It didn't help matters that she would take his penis in her hand and rub the head against her stomach and he would cup and lift her breasts to capture and suck first one nipple then the other.

Rachel could take no more. Grabbing the throw pillows from the sofa she threw them on the floor, pulling Leo down with her. Her head lay on one pillow and Leo pushed the other under her ass. He wanted to kiss her pussy and play with it but she was beyond that. Every nerve in her body was aroused. Every touch only raised her to another level. She was on fire and her need was to put the fire out. Grabbing Leo's penis she spread her legs, wrapped them around his waist and thrust her prize deeply within her. 

As his penis slid in he planted his elbows on the floor and began to squeeze her breasts and tug on the nipples while moving deeper into her. Rachel's voice broke into a wail as a result of Leo's efforts. When he bottomed out the head was touching her cervix and the rolling of his hips put pressure on her clit. That drove her to start rolling her hips and raising her ass to drive him deeper in her body.

Everything came unglued as Rachel began to swear and curse, "Fuck me God dammit. Get me off you son of a bitch. Hammer me with that big cock and nail my ass to the floor."

Suiting word to action, he began to drive his penis in and out, rolling his hips when he bottomed out deep within her. Between the screaming and swearing it was rather noisy but also exceedingly exciting to Leo to know he could get that kind of response from a lover.

She now had her hands on his ass cheeks trying to pull him deeper into her. Her release came suddenly. As she climaxed, Leo began a series of increased thrusts as he strained for his own release. He could feel it began as he felt his sperm coursing through his penis to erupt and splash against the walls of her pussy and the cervix. The eruption drove her to a new series of orgasms and the movement of his penis deeply within her caused her pussy to constrict in an effort to hold him deeply within her. 

Finally it was finished. Leo rolled off of her. She leaned over, picked up the brandy snifters, and gave him one as she cuddled up with her head and one pendulous breast laying on his chest.

They'd both thought about retiring to her bed for another round of love making but it wasn't in either one of them. Any more love making would have to wait until they both recuperated.

The brandy being drunk, they silently walked side by side up the stairs and climbed into her bed with her back spooned against his chest and stomach. They were soon happily asleep with his penis safely tucked between her thighs and her uppermost breast protected by his hand which was wrapped around it. She'd likewise wrapped her hand around his to make sure it didn't slip off during the night.

The sound of the birds chirping woke her in the early hours of the morning; That and something very hard sliding between her thighs, hands caressing her breasts and rubbing her nipples, while lips softly kissed the back of her neck.

Rachel was a woman whose urges had been completely satiated the night before. In satisfaction she stretched her body, much like a cat, and even licked her lips. The ministrations being administered by her partner though, made her understand that there were some unfinished things to be done, even as she felt her body beginning to respond to his quiet gentle love making. 

Somehow Leo had gotten his right arm under her head and both of his huge hands were cupping and squeezing her breasts as the thumbs rubbed the nipples. His lips continued their assault on her neck and ears. The amazing part was that his penis sliding between her thighs was doing so with ease, evidence of his precum having performed its task.

She was still feeling the satisfaction from last night but her body was now responding to this morning's needs. Her breathing became shallow, her nerve endings began to make their demands and her pussy became very wet and began to leak its fluids onto her thighs. Something happened that had never occurred before; She found herself humming a song, "Twelfth of Never," as a tear rolled down her cheek. She didn't have time nor inclination to analyze her response. She instinctively knew it was caused by the joy Leo had given her last night and the sure knowledge that much more was to shortly follow, adding to her feeling of security and her happiness in her femininity. 

Leaning forward she raised her thigh and pulled Leo's penis to her pussy lips. She was so wet that a slight gentle thrust and Leo was inside her with ease. Continuing his movement he shortly found himself as deep within her love canal as he could get. Lowering her leg she essentially had Leo trapped deep within her.

Their lovemaking was quiet and serene. As Leo tried to withdraw, her pussy muscles clamped down in protest as her thigh muscles squeezed tightly in rebellion. The pressure against his penis was excruciatingly arousing to the both of them. Yet the arousal never rose to the level of demand that caused her to scream and curse in a demand for release, nor for him to feel the need to plunder her body with deep angry thrusts until release came.

When they both realized that climax was near, he slowly slid his penis as deeply into her body as was possible. Once there he began to clench and unclench the muscles which made his penis jerk and twitch. In response she began to clamp and unclamp her pussy muscles around his penis until in quiet release they both climaxed. Hers was like a far off rolling Summer storm, quiet and continuous, while his enveloped him in a mantle of complete release, fulfillment, and contentment.

When his penis slid from her love tunnel she turned around to put her head on his chest, softly stroked his body, and reined soft kisses on his lips and cheeks. For his part he held her to him, stroked her body with his fingertips, and returned her soft lazy kisses.

As the arms of Morpheus slowly wrapped the two of them in the folds of his soft mantle of peace and contentment, she laid her leg across his thighs, and reached down to gently nestle his penis in her hand. He moved her head into the hollow of his shoulder and reached down to her breast to gently hold it for protection.

The final words heard in the room as they drifted into peaceful rest, with smiles of complete fulfillment on their lips, were so low as to be almost indistinct, as in unison and in perfect sync they said, "I Love You." 

Several hours later they found the sun shining in their eyes made sleep impossible. 

Silently they moved to her tub to shower and cleanup. Leo softly soaped her all over and gently cleaned the soap off of her. She returned the favor in the same manner. Silently they dried each other with gigantic, soft, fluffy, bath towels and dressed for the day.




Bringing Jake Home



How could three words shell shock the two friends and lovers so much?

By mutual non-verbal agreement brunch was almost a silent affair. Communication was purposely kept to a mundane level. 

Once the dishes were put in the dishwasher, leftovers in the refrigerator, and fresh cups of coffee poured, it was time to discuss those three words and their meaning.

Sitting on the sofa they faced each other knee to knee and still the silence continued.

A jarring thought ran through her mind: Wednesday night her thoughts and fantasies had centered around Larry. Why Larry? Why not Leo? In a flash she had her answers: She'd been thinking about her early years and they centered around Larry. 

Until Saturday morning she had continuously run from the thought that she loved Leo, and now it was no longer possible to do so. 

Leo finally decided he needed to say something but Rachel raised her hand to cut him off as she begin to speak in a soft hesitant tone, 

"Honey, I think I have a confession to make. I've felt that I've loved you for the past six months, but I rejected it, ran from it, denied it. Last night I finally realized the depth of my love. I was afraid you wouldn't or couldn't return it and our friendship would be at an end. Last night I knew I had to admit my love for you and take the chance of being rebuffed."

When she stopped speaking, Leo reached over to hold her hands in his and slid closer to her as he began to talk, 

"Sweetheart, it hasn't quite been six months since I knew that I loved you, but like you I was afraid to speak of my love and for the same reasons. Last night, just before we fell asleep, A line from an old poem by Whittier suddenly flashed across the screen of my mind, 'Of all sad words both tongue and pen, the saddest are these: what might have been,' at that point I knew I had to speak of my love for you and risk it all."

Suddenly they were in each others arms, tears flowed freely, as they each realized that for almost half a year they'd both played the cowards game; Afraid to admit what they most desired to confess to the other.

Kisses were given and received in an almost endless display of that which they had freely and gladly finally owned up to; The love of each for the other.

Finally stopping to reflect and to sip their coffee, Rachel asked, "Darling, where do we go from here?"

Leo slid off of the sofa on his knees, taking her hands in his he smiled and in response, said, "My darling, I have a session with Jake at 1:00. After the session is over, if you're willing, I think we should go to the jewelers of your choice and buy you an engagement ring." 

Rachel was now in a state of total shock. All she could weakly say to his pronouncement was, "Samuel Leo Tucker, are you asking me to marry you?"

"Corazon de mi Corazon, of course I'm asking you to marry me." 

Rachel jumped off the sofa and pulling Leo up, wrapped her arms around his neck as his arms went around her waist. She rained kisses on every inch of his face and after each kiss murmured, "Yes!" 

A state of normalcy having almost returned to the scene, they both sat and Rachel asked Leo about something he'd mentioned during their conversation, "Honey, today is Saturday. Surely you're not going to have a session with Jake on a Saturday?"

"On Sunday too." He replied. "I'm up against a deadline and when the deadline arrives, somehow, I have to have Jake ready on some level, to mix with those he'll be exposed to, without a crippling fear." 

Continuing on he said, "I'm not happy about it and I'm afraid that I may be pushing Jake too hard. The problem is, I've never been faced with this situation before and my colleges are of little help as none of them have any experience along these lines." 


They agreed that Leo would return to pick her up as soon as he and Jake had finished for the day and go find a jewelry store to get her an engagement ring.

They'd both agreed that they wouldn't be able to set a date until Jake's fate was known, and perhaps not even then. An open-ended engagement would also give them a chance to see if they were in fact a good match for a successful and long lasting marriage, or as Leo said, 

"The sex has been great. We enjoy doing the same things. Our dreams and aspirations are similar. But; Will I throttle you when you use up my shaving cream for the 100th time without replacing it? Will you slit my throat some hot Summer night when you find the toothpaste tube squeezed in the middle, for the 1000th time? In short, my love; Can we coexist?" 

Leo's car had no more then pulled out of the driveway then Rachel began rushing around, putting into effect a plan which had been forming in her mind when he proposed. Like her world-wide sisterhood, she was of cunning mind and very devious when it suited her. This plan was so delicious her face had the mischievous grin of the Cheshire cat for most of the afternoon. 

Having accomplished all that she could do, she sat in the living room with an eye on the driveway, as she sipped an iced tea. She needed to keep Leo from entering the house and spoiling her surprise. As soon as his car turned into the driveway she grabbed her purse, sauntered out the door, and casually made her way to the car.

They were soon on their way to a local jeweler's shop with a reputation for honesty and fair dealing. On the way he talked about his afternoon. Jake would not be coming out of the hospital in ten days as planned. On his first solid food meal he'd complained about a pain. An x-ray disclosed a hairline fracture in his jaw. Not serious enough to require wiring, but it did require a change in his diet. 

Leo had a bit of luck at St. Joes. Jake's doctor, Dr. Ted Johnson, had the duty so Leo was able to talk with him at length. 

Jake's ribs were not healing as fast as anticipated. A battery of tests showed him to be malnourished and deficient in certain vitamins, minerals, and nutrients that his body needed to properly mend. To get the required nutrients into Jake under normal conditions would have required a diet that would have foundered a horse. Ted got together with the head nutritionist to try to come up with a plan. The plan they evolved was one that Ted would have railed against under normal circumstances, and had in fact, done so for many years. Jake went on a vitamin regime using various pills and capsules to give him what his body needed to properly mend. Even with the heavy dosages Jake was assimilating it would be at least two weeks before they could take the supporting sling off of his ribs, and another week before St Joe's could think about discharging him.

With a smile Leo told her about a suggestion put forth by Dr. Johnson: He'd told Leo that part of their problem to have Jake accept Rachel might be helped if she baited the trap as it were. Each time she left she should put a small (very soft) bar of chocolate on the sink counter next to her chair as she rose to leave after making sure that Jake would see it. The nurse would feed it to Jake making sure that Rachel was given profuse credit for such a nice gift. 

At the jewelers, Rachel was finally browbeaten by Leo into into selecting a one caret flawless diamond set in a platinum band. Leo also purchased a matched set of wedding bands. She objected to the purchase of such a large stone, but he pointed out that he had some making up to do because of his failure to admit to his love of her for so long. Of course Rachel had to thank him with a hug and kiss much to the delight of the shop owner.

On returning "home," Leo stopped to let Rachel out to open up while he parked the car in the garage. She looked at her watch and informed her lover, 

"Sweetheart, it's 5:45. Dinner will begin at 7:00. It's going to be formal, so get your butt upstairs, shower, and get dressed. I don't want to see you downstairs until 7:00. If you peek into the dining room, your cut-off for the next two days. Comprende'? There's a TV in the back bedroom, so amuse yourself for awhile. There's a baseball double header on if you're interested." Leo's answer was a wondering smile.

At 7:00 precisely, Leo, clad in Friday's regalia with the addition of a fresh shirt that he'd thoughtfully packed, walked down the stairs and immediately headed to the dining room. When he stepped through the arched doorway he froze in total awe at Rachel's efforts.

The curtains were drawn and the room was lighted by scented candles and a candelabra on the table. Next to the table was a rolling cart with a food warmer. Across from it on the other side of the table was an ice bucket with a yet to be determined bottle of wine cooling. The plates, silverware, napkins, etc had to be her finest. Speaking of his love, she stood by the food cart in the same outfit she'd worn Friday night. The music playing on her phonograph was a recording of classical romantic music which at the time he entered was flooding the room with the soft strains of Beethoven's, "Fur Elise."

Leo understood immediately that this woman whom he had only a few short hours ago professed to love was seducing him. He loved it all; The ambiance, the effort, but most of all the lady who stood before him awaiting his reaction.

Leo, as a psychologist, normally held himself above the human fray. He'd learned to will himself to be neutral to the emotions and feelings of his patients. Tonight would be the night when he learned that sometimes emotions needed to be given free rein. 

In a trance, he slowly moved across the room, his arms stretched to gather his love into them. With her safely ensconced he was suddenly surprised and embarrassed to feel a tear coursing its way down his cheek. God! He loved her! 

She indicated that he was to seat himself. Once this was done she passed him the wine bottle, a fine Riesling, to open while she served the meal. That evening they dined on marinated roast pork loin, pan browned potatoes, steamed asparagus tips, and French bread.

Following the meal they had dessert in the living room, sitting side by side on the sofa, enjoying a Black Forrest chocolate cake which they lovingly fed to each other while sipping the last of the wine and enjoying the strains of Ravel's, "Bolero."

That night and Sunday night as well, they didn't fuck, they didn't have sex, they made love to each other. For the first time words of endearment were exchanged with each caress and kiss. When she had Leo fully engulfed within her she kept pulling on his ass to try to get all of him inside of her body and Leo expressed the same desire. Their minds had melded into a oneness of love and desire and they each wished that their bodies could also meld into a mutual single loving entity. 

Monday morning, following breakfast, Leo left to go to his apartment and get himself ready for a morning session with Jake, while Rachel changed the sheets on her bed which she and Leo had so shamelessly rutted on.

Leo had set it up with Dr. Johnson that she would enter Jake's room shortly after his sessions. Dr. Johnson had given strict instructions that there would be no visitors or interruptions of any kind (including staff) during Rachel's visits. 

When Rachel entered Jake's room for the first time she slipped on a mask of neutrality, but her mind was appalled at the sight of the little boy on the bed. He was definitely smaller in stature then should be normal for a twelve year old male. A sling was attached to his rib cage to keep his ribs from pressing against his lungs. Two tubes were inserted into his nostrils delivering oxygen to his lungs to ease his breathing. His right wrist was wrapped in a cast.

Without saying a word, nor by any movement of hand, eye, or body, did she acknowledge that Jake was present. She merely picked up the book on her lap, opened it and began to read. After fifteen minutes she looked up under her eyebrows and noticed that he was watching her. Reaching into a sweater pocket she slowly pulled out a soft marshmallow and chocolate covered mini bar, placing it on the sink counter next to her chair, she rose and exited the room. 

Each night Leo kept Rachel informed as much as he was ethically able. At the end of two days they decided to extend her visits by five minutes. At the end of ten days by ten minutes. Jake had still not acknowledged her presence until day twelve when he asked Leo who the lady was that visited him every day and brought the neat candy bars.

Finally on day thirteen his natural inquisitiveness won out. As Rachel sat reading, Jake looked at her and asked, as if to reaffirm what he'd already been told, 

"Your name is Rachel." She only nodded in agreement. "Why're you here?" Rachel had thought long and hard about her answer, if asked.

"Because it's not right to be all by yourself in a hospital bed."

Jake's next question brought a slight smile to her lips. "What're ya reading?"

"Robin Hood," she answered . "Have you ever read it?"

"Naw." Jake replied, "But I saw the movie once."

"Do you want to read it?" she asked.

"Would you read it to me," he requested in a soft wistful voice.

Rachel wanted nothing more then to gather Jake in her arms and hug him, but she dared not.

Turning the pages of her old book back to the beginning of the story she began to read. Her words were disrupted by Jake's scream, "Not there! I want you to read it here next to me."

That night she was beside herself as she told Leo all that had occurred. Leo cautioned her that there was still a long way to go as it would be a case of two steps forward and one step back for awhile. 

On day fourteen they finally removed the rib sling and breathing tubes. Rachel was exuberant. At last she could see progress.

On day fifteen Elizabeth Ritter called from Children's Protective Services (CPS) and informed Rachel that Jake would be released to her custody in two days. She'd talked with Leo and he thought Jake was as ready as was possible. Elizabeth had appointed herself as Jake's caseworker, justifying it by the caseload of her other caseworkers. She would in fact visit Jake on the morrow with Rachel so that she could assess the situation.

Day sixteen rolled around and Elizabeth met Rachel at the nursing station. Entering Jake's room Elizabeth took a seat just inside the door while Rachel went over to sit next to her young charge. Rachel introduced Elizabeth to Jake and speaking softly, informed him that Elizabeth was going to ask him a few questions for a report she had to make.

Both ladies watched Jake very carefully to try to determine his reactions to the introduction of a strange lady into his life. Jake was evidently secure enough with Rachel that he held her hand as he answered the questions put to him. Having filled out her required paperwork, Elizabeth rose and asked Jake if he felt ok with going home with Rachel tomorrow to stay with her while he finished mending?

Jake tightened his grip on her hand and his face lit up in a soft smile as he shook his head in assent.

Several day prior to Jake's move from St. Joes, Elizabeth, with suitable police protection and a court order, had removed Jake's toys and clothing from his "old home," and delivered them to Rachel so that some semblance of normalcy would greet him at Rachel's home on his arrival.

Rachel and Leo had also been busy turning one of the upstairs bedrooms into a boy's room. it was located just across the hall from the back bathroom which would help to give Jake a sense of privacy.

Leo had offered to drive Jake home, so on the appointed day he was checked out of St. Joes, wheeled to Leo's Mercedes, and strapped into the front seat next to Leo while Rachel made herself comfortable in the back seat.

Upon arrival Jake was quickly installed in his room. He wasn't there very long when he found his very favorite toy, a Tonka dump truck. The young boy soon found himself in the grass in the backyard next to Leo who was busy getting a fire started in Rachel's old BBQ. 

The smoke drifting and swirling around soon worked its magic. Jake was engrossed in moving his truck from point "A" to "B" with a load of dirt when he heard a voice behind him ask, 

"Whatcha doin'?"

Turning around he beheld a young boy of about his own age standing there and watching him. 

"Just playin'," Jake responded.

Dusting himself off he rose and held out a hand as he introduced himself. "My name's Jake, what's yours?"

The other youngster extending his right hand introduced himself, 

"Ray. What happened to your hand?" As he noted the cast still wrapped around Jake's right wrist. 

Shaking hands Ray asked Jake if he could play with him to which Jake quickly assented. Ray immediately ran to his backyard to gather up his own favorite Tonka truck, an earth mover, and rushed back to play with his new found friend.

When Rachel came out on the back porch she was amazed to find the two boys busy playing with each other even as her neighbor, Jo Simpson, Ray's mother, and her other three children, hove into view. 

Because Jo's other three children were all females, Rachel began to feel nervous about the effect on Jake. Quietly she moved closer to her young charge, just in case. Leo took it all in with his typical aplomb, waiting to see how this event would play itself out. 

There was no need for worry. Jo was very short, very plump, and had a smile that delighted all who saw it. Her youngest daughter Emmy was still in diapers and just learning to walk. The middle girl, Marie, was several years younger then Jake and would present no problem. The problem, if there was one, would come from Ray's older sister Julie.

One look at Julie and Rachel immediately understood there would be no problem. Julie was so bashful around strangers she would be described as a submissive personality if she were an adult. She stood very close to her mother, head down, hands clasped in front of her, and her shoulders slumped forward.

Jake looked at the assemblage of females and totally ignored them. He and Ray were fully absorbed in their play. Rachel caught Leo's eye and the two of them had the same thought at the same instant; This family of non-threatening females and Jake's new friend were perhaps just exactly what was needed to fully lay Jake's ghosts to rest. 

Turning to Jo, Rachel extended a greeting and an invitation,

"Jo, why don't you and the kids have supper with us this evening. The weather is beautiful, the food is in great abundance, and Ray and Jake seem to be hitting it off famously?"

Jo had thought about lighting off her own BBQ, but this was a gift from heaven. 

"Only if you let me return the favor tomorrow. If Leo's willing, he can watch the kids in the pool while I do the honors." An agreement was quickly reached.

Over the remainder of the Summer a pattern began to emerge. Once or twice a week Rachel would babysit Jo's brood so she could shop or whatever. Every other weekend Jake would spend a night at Jo's while Leo and Rachel had a date. They never spent the night at Rachel's as that would perhaps be detrimental to the family dynamics they were trying to establish. They did, however, spend some delightful evenings at Leo's apartment, reveling in their love.

Armed with the necessary documents, Rachel began the process of enrolling Jake in Western Middle School. After talking it over with Jo she was delighted to find that Ray and Jake would be in the same class.

Just before the start of the school year, Elizabeth Ritter gave Rachel a call and an invitation to meet her at CPS. Fearing the worst Rachel agreed. At the meeting Elizabeth brought Rachel up to date on Jake's case. An attorney had been appointed to represent Ms Hanson. Judge Brown had received the Psych. Evals. on Jake and the two daughters. With all of the information before him, Judge Brown made the following determinations: Jake and his sisters would not have to make an appearance at the hearing to determine if Sophia Hanson was a fit mother. Their statements would be taken and used at the hearing. 




Bringing Jake Home



Because Leo and the other Psychologist both believe that Sophia still exerts undue influence over her children she would not be present at the taking of the children's statements, but her lawyer would be present to protect her interests. Copies of the statements would be made available to her and her lawyer. The statements would be introduced and entered into evidence. Following the hearing the judge would consider the matters laying before him and render his decision as to Jake's future status and the status of Jake's sisters.

Most important, Judge Brown felt that the charge of felony assault against Sophia would have a strong bearing on his final determinations, so he has agreed to hold off his hearing until Ms. Hanson's trial has been completed in Superior Court, and that's on the court docket for next week. Our attorney has made a motion to use the children's statements in her trial so that they won't have to appear. The judge appears to be leaning that way. 

Sophia's ex-husband had already relinquished all parental rights over Jake and his daughters. So Jake's future will be in the hands of Judge Brown.

Elizabeth concluded her remarks with an aside, "We need Sophia to be found guilty of a felony to lay the strongest case possible before Judge Brown, so our attorneys have made a strong pitch to the District Attorney's Office to not plea bargain Sophia's charge down to a misdemeanor, but if they needed to make a deal, work with her sentence instead. They've promised their support."

Rachel had one final question that had really been bothering her and needed an answer; 

"What happens to Jake if he becomes a ward of the state?"

"He will come under the control of Child Welfare Services," was her answer.

"Will I still be able to act as Jake's foster parent?" Rachel asked with a sense of trepidation.

Elizabeth confessed that she couldn't say because CWS was a different department with it's own rules and different funding. 

To try to reassure her friend she pointed out that it had happened in the past, but also offered, "If Sophia's parental rights are terminated, perhaps you might think about adopting Jake." 

Elizabeth's suggestion surprised Rachel. Thinking about it for a second produced another question, "I thought you had to have a two parent family to adopt?"

Elizabeth offered her opinion, 

"There have been cases where single parents have been allowed to adopt, but generally the state likes the idea of a two parent family." Looking at Rachel's ring she suggested, "Why don't you and Leo move your wedding date up and make sure that Jake stays with you. I know he has gotten very attached to the two of you."

That night after Jake had been put to bed Leo and Rachel had a serious talk.

They were both getting ready for their Fall term at Western. Rachel had talked to the head of her department and he'd agreed to set her schedule so that her first class would come after Jake left for school and she'd be home when his school let out. Any extra work could be done at home.

The problems were Sophia's trial and Judge Brown's determinations and the not knowing what the outcome would be.

After discussing all the possible scenarios they both agreed that Rachel would start the paperwork to adopt Jake. She and Leo would get the Marriage License and they'd get Rev. Foster at Trinity to stand by for a quick, quiet wedding.

They both also felt that to prevent even a hint of a conflict of interest, the wedding couldn't occur until Judge Brown had issued his ruling and that regardless of his findings they'd be married before that day was done.

Reluctantly Leo got up to take his leave. After a few hugs, pets, and kisses, Leo headed for his lonely bachelor pad.

On the Tuesday following the Labor Day Weekend, a ritual began that would go on for several years as Jake, Ray, and Julie met and walked the several blocks to school.

On Wednesday Leo, Rachel, and Elizabeth sat together in the court room to witness Sophia's trial for felony assault and an additional charge, felony child abuse. This was the first time that Rachel was able to see the woman who'd abused Jake so badly and almost ruined his life. For the first time in her life Rachel could truly say that she was disgusted by the sight of someone she'd never met.

The charges were read and Sophia pleaded guilty to the two felony charges. As part of her plea agreement she'd agreed to a sentence for time served plus 90 days. Said days were to be spent in Psychological and Anger Management Counseling.

After they'd left the court room Elizabeth gave Leo and Rachel the rest of the news; Sophia would not contest Jake's being made a ward of the state and would in fact voluntarily surrender all parental rights. Her lawyer had petitioned Judge Brown to keep her daughter's status as temporary wards in the hope she might someday get them back. He'd promised to take the request under advisement. 

The following Wednesday found the trio and Jake gathered together in Judge Brown's chambers where he would determine Jake's fate.

Judge Brown leafed through the stack of paperwork on his desk, glanced at those seated before him, and began his pronouncement, "In the case of the state and Jacob Joseph Hanson I find the following: The parental rights of his mother and father having been voluntarily surrendered I would normally declare him to be a ward of the state. However, it has been brought to my attention that a certain petition which I'm not at liberty to yet discuss has been made." This last was said with a slight smile and a glance at Jake.

At this Jake looked at Rachel who smiled softly and put her index finger to her lip.

Judge Brown continued, "At this point I have determined that Jacob Joseph Hanson will remain a temporary ward of the court until certain legal matters have been resolved." With that he rapped his gavel to end the meeting.

The meeting over, they all repaired to the small park surrounding the courthouse. Elizabeth headed to the hot dog cart on the corner of the street while Jake, Leo, and Rachel moved to a bench seat. With Jake between them, Rachel looked at Jake and asked him if he was happy living with her. To his smiling assent, she continued on, "Do you also like Leo?" This last brought another smile and nod. 

"Jake, we've both learned to love you as if you were our own son. Would you like to be our son?"

Jake looked at Leo and then Rachel in a quizzical manner before replying that he'd love to be their son.

Leo cut in, "Jake, I've asked Rachel to marry me and she's agreed, Would you like that to happen?" Jake immediately hugged Rachel in approval and congratulated the both of them in a dignified serious manner that only a 12 year old can muster.

Rachel took Jake's hand and completed their request; "When we're married, would you like to be adopted as our son?"

Jake hugged Rachel again and allowed as how he'd love to be adopted.

The business having been agreeably concluded the trio moved to join Elizabeth at the hot dog stand for a snack.

Several hours later Elizabeth was headed to her office. In her brief case were duly attested copies of a marriage license and wedding certificate to be attached to a request to adopt which stated: Rachel Armstrong Tucker and Samuel Leo Tucker, husband and wife, do petition the court to adopt one Jacob Joseph Hanson a ward of the court and further petition to change his legal name to Jacob Joseph Tucker this 13th Day of September, 1972.

That night for the first and last night of his life Jake slept between Rachel and Leo. Leo mildly groused in his best "Good Ol' Boy" drawl, "Ah've been to two county fairs, three rodeos, two brandin' parties, an a goat ropin', an' Ah' ain't never seen nothin' like this. This' a hell of a way to spend a honeymoon." Rachel's reply was a giggle and a slap of his wayward hand.

As the adoption process wound its way through the legal system Jake, Ray, and Julie got into the habit of doing their homework at Jake's home each night. The primary reason being Emmy and Marie being rather young, rather noisy, and being general pain-in-the-butts, made study for Ray and Julie well neigh impossible at home. 

It also helped that Rachel was a history professor with a minor in English so her expertise was well used by all three of the friends, for that is what they'd become.

Under normal circumstances Ray and Julie would have continued on as a young twelve year old boy and his fourteen year old sister; Two young people, related but largely ignoring the other because of gender and age. Jake's arrival changed the dynamics.

The two boys were about to start their travels through puberty into young adulthood. Physically Julie had started that journey two years earlier. Emotionally because of her extreme shyness, she'd not yet caught up with her peers.

Her shyness of course fueled her female classmates who made her the butt of most of their jokes and snide remarks. This only served to drive her deeper within herself.

Jake's acceptance of Ray's friendship; being in the same class, playing together, and hanging out made sense, but their inclusion of Julie remained a mystery, even to Leo, although he'd certainly noticed it.

Leo, being a Child Psychologist, and having a vested interest in Jake and his previous fears about women, kept a close eye on him. What he observed put his mind somewhat at ease. Jake had attached himself to Rachel and it had began to blossom into love when he began to understand that she wasn't a threat, but had truly began to love him as a mother should. Jo Simpson was also not a threat so he had no problem with her. He almost tolerated Ray's younger sisters, but Julie was something Leo didn't understand.

What he didn't know was that an incident had occurred on the way to school one morning. Several of Julie's male class mates had started to tease her. In response Ray and Jake had each picked up a rock and threatened to use them on the boys if they persisted. That act reined the boys in and they left the scene grumbling and threatening the two younger boys but they'd stood their ground. Ray for his part normally ignored Julie but he wasn't about to allow someone outside the family to trifle with a member of his family and of course Jake had to support his friend.

Julie, for the first time in her young life, felt protected and secure. That feeling translated itself into a very unusual situation: She became the third leg of a trio of friends. True, she was merely a girl as far as Ray and Jake were concerned, something to normally be avoided, but she was never-the-less grudgingly accepted as a part of their "gang".

Leo was the first to notice the change in Julie. Yes her breasts had began to develop, her hips were beginning to become a little curvier, and her rear end began to look a little more feminine. She had also grown several inches in height, but that wasn't what Leo noticed most of all; It was the way she carried herself when she was with the boys. She stood tall, her shoulders were thrown back and she held her head high with the chin up.

He and Rachel talked about the change and even Jo noticed it. The most notable part of the change, at least to outward appearances, was the care Julie was taking in her personal appearance. Julie was beginning to become quite the young lady.

As Fall gave way to Winter, Jo and Rachel made a command decision: It was time that the boys learned how to dance. No, not just Rock and Roll, but the more classical dances as well. This did not sit well with the boys but as was explained to them; not like it they might, but do it they would.

Over the Winter months the two mothers and Julie would take turns dancing with the boys until they could confidently move to the dance floor and acquit themselves with honor ten times out of ten.

In January, within two weeks of each other, the boys voices begin to break as they tried to sing along with their favorite artists. Puberty had reared its ugly head. 

Just before Valentines Day Rachel and Leo were informed that Judge Brown was shortly going to make his ruling on their request for Jake's adoption. Two days before Valentine's Day in 1973 Everyone concerned met in Judge Brown's courtroom. No objection having been raised by any person or group, Judge Brown agreed to the adoption. Jake was now officially Jacob Joseph Tucker.

On Valentine's Day Rachel and Leo sat Jake down to tell him that he would have a new brother or sister in July.

The imminent arrival of another mouth to feed presented a new problem to Rachel and Leo. They were running out of space. The basement was full of Larry's books and things that Rachel couldn't bare to part with. The last available bedroom was being converted into a nursery. What to do? 

At first glance it seemed that a new and larger home was in order. Leo and Rachel spent several weekends looking at new homes, but rising interest rates and the steep rise in the housing market prices caused a re-thinking of this option. They both loved their old home with its huge wrap around porch and the turret with its curved glass windows that made the house so unique.

Perhaps the old house could have an extension built on.

Leo went over to the School of Architecture at Western to see if he could get some recommendations as to who were the reputable builders in town. He was given a business card for a builder in town that all agreed was honest and aboveboard. The fellow's name was Stan Kowalski. The only problem was that Stan normally stuck to commercial construction, but as this was the rainy season in the Pacific Northwest he might want to take the job to keep his crew together.

Stan came out to the house to see if he wanted to tackle the job or not. Stan was a romantic and the idea of adding an addition to the house that would not destroy the beauty of the place appealed to him. While he was measuring and taking notes his attention was also drawn to the garage.

The garage was an original. It had been built as a stable and carriage house, so the building was actually a story-and-a-half high so that hay could be stored for the horses.

Stan suggested adding some dormers to it and with proper insulation it would make a dandy storage area, play room, or office space. He said he'd give them a quote on the house addition and the garage by the end of the week.

True to his word he stopped off on the following Saturday with preliminary plans and estimates. He carefully explained that by not adding on to the basement he'd speed the construction time up and the savings in time, labor, and materials would more then pay for the work on the garage.

When Rachel and Leo looked at his estimate they almost fainted. The cost for the additions was so much less then the price of buying new that it wasn't even a contest.

They could swing the loan through Western's Credit Union and even if Rachel became a full time stay-at-home mom (which they both desired), they would have no problem making the payments.

The additions were completed the week before Memorial Day.

Rachel and Leo moved into the new downstairs master bedroom and began preparing the old upstairs master bedroom for Jakes occupancy.

In June Julie graduated from Western Middle School and would begin the Fall term as a 10th grader at Western High School, one block and a football field further up the road.

Ray and Jake were going to start the 8th grade at the middle school.

Shortly after Independence Day Rachel gave birth to a 7 lbs and 6 oz female baby with auburn hair and green eyes. The two doting parents named her Amanda Sue after Leo's and Rachel's respective mothers. Needless to say Jake had been wishing for a brother. 

So that Rachel wouldn't have to climb the stairs to the nursery every couple of hours the loving couple decided that until Amanda got past the two hour feeding schedule they'd put her in a bassinet in the kitchen at night, moving her to the master bedroom during the day. The rocking chair was moved from the living room so that Rachel could breast feed her in comfort. 

Leo loved to watch Rachel breast-feeding the baby. She would get so horny from Amanda's sucking on her nipples that she'd attack Leo for relief after the feeding sessions. laying alongside him she'd breast-feed Leo who'd suck on her nipples and play with her breasts until she climaxed. 

The first night they had full sex with the doctor's permission, Rachel had the most incredible orgasm she'd ever experienced in her life. She was on top to control the action and also because it allowed her to nurse Leo. His penis was buried deeply in her love canal and she was rocking on it to apply pressure to her clit as she leaned forward to breast feed her lover. The combination of Leo's hands squeezing her breasts as he sucked the milk from her nipples and his penis rubbing against her clit set her off in a spasm of orgasms so intense that she actually fainted, slumping down on top of Leo, who for an instant was afraid he'd killed her.

Leo was holding her so tightly against him he could feel her heart beating against his chest as he stroked her forehead and kissed her back to consciousness. Rachel blushed from embarrassment and the only word she could utter was, "WOW! " 

Over the past year the vitamin regime that Jake had been taking even after he left St. Joes must have kicked in. Jake shot up like a weed so that he was now the same height as Julie, and still growing.

When school started after Labor Day the old rituals were still in place; The trio would walk to school together and home when school let out. Later, after supper, they would gather around the dining room table to study.

Rachel was the first one to notice a change during study time. Where in the past, Ray, Jake, and Julie had spaced themselves equidistant around the table, Julie had now moved her chair so that she was only a foot or two away from Jake.

Watching the children walking to and from school there was another slight change in the ritual. In the past Julie had always walked a step or two behind the boys. Now she walked between them.

There was nothing worrisome . . just different for some reason.

Rachel talked it over with Leo but he had no explanation. For a fifteen year old to be attracted to a thirteen year old was almost inconceivable, especially when the girl was two years older then the boy.

The problem was simply that Leo didn't have all the facts so he was unable to draw the correct conclusion. There had been several incidents with different groups of malicious boys who tried to accost and tease Julie over the past year. In each case, Ray's and Jake's ferocity had chased them off.

Julie half expected Ray to come to her defense, after all he was her brother. Jake was a different story. He was no relation to Julie and if push came to shove the two boys were usually out numbered and if it got serious were probably going to get their collective butts whipped. Jake was slowly becoming her protector, her knight in shining armor. 

You have to keep in mind the age of the girl and the time period. In school they all read about King Arthur and the Knights of the Roundtable. What was still one of the hot shows and movies? Camelot. The tall handsome cowboy was forever rescuing the fair maid on TV and in the movies. 

Rachel had become much more then a neighbor lady to Julie. She was an older sister, with a touch of great aunt, but above all, her mentor. Not having any female class mates to bond with, Rachel became Julie's confidant. But Julie wasn't about to talk to Rachel about her emerging feelings for Jake. Those feelings were left to her dreams.

Everyone including Julie were thrilled when Rachel announced that she was again pregnant just before Halloween.

Julie had always been the true loving older sister to her younger siblings, and had even sort of adopted Amanda Sue (who was now called Mandy Sue by one and all). She was overjoyed to think about having another baby to help Rachel nurture and raise.




Bringing Jake Home



Since Jake's arrival on the scene the Simpson and Tucker families had gotten into the habit of attending church at Trinity together, filling a pew between the adults and children. Julie had made it a point this last year to sit between Rachel and Jake, taking turns with Rachel in holding Mandy Sue. 

When the youth groups had an event at the church either Leo or Rachel would drive Ray, Jake, and Julie to it and act as a chaperone. If it was a dance, Julie would dance with Jake as Ray was taking his first stumbling steps into his teen years by occasionally dancing with several of the females.

In the Summer of 1974 Rachel gave birth to 8 lb. 3 oz. Charles Slocum Tucker, a beautiful baby with dark curly hair and dark chocolate eyes with flecks of green. He was named Charles in honor of Leo's father, and Slocum because that was Rachel's maiden name.

Leo was delighted to have another son and endless nights of milk filled breasts to play with and worship. Rachel accused him of being a pervert with a multitude of fetishes. Leo would answer with a leer and an attempt to get his hands wrapped around his favorite toys.

Ray and Jake were getting ready to begin their last year at Western MS as Julie prepared for her Junior year at Western HS. 

Just before Thanksgiving Rachel announced to one and all she was again pregnant.

In June the boys graduated from Western MS and prepared to enter Western HS as Sophomores, while Julie advanced with honors to her Senior year.

In August Rachel gave birth to twins (Leo's grandfather had been a twin). The boy was 7 lbs. 9 oz., looking much like his forebear with the dark eyes and curly hair, and was so named; John Thomas Tucker. The girl weighed 7 lbs 4 oz. with the same hair and eyes as her twin brother and was named Mary Margaret Tucker for no other reason then Leo and Rachel liked the names.

With the birth of the twins Rachel announced to one and all that she was damned if she was going to have them in litters and that these were the last since all of the bedrooms were now filled. In private with Leo she teased him about the fact that with the twins, his milk supply was spoken for, then with a wicked grin while petting his cheek, she informed him that if he treated her nicely there might be some dregs available. 

With the advent of the school year after Labor Day in 1975 the dynamics within the trio changed dramatically. Ray discovered a) girls, b) football, and c) girls. Because of his size (all 6' of it), speed, and temperament he fit in well with the Western Raiders as a middle linebacker. Because of his size, speed, temperament, and good looks the girls flocked around him like hummingbirds to the feeder.

Now that Jake was enrolled at Western HS Julie started to put into effect what she'd so long only dreamed of; She was a girl on a mission and Jake was centered in the cross hairs of her sights. When they walked to school and back she was still between Jake and Ray, but now she had Jake's hand firmly in hers. When there was a school event they were there together. At the football games they sat together and cheered Ray on as he played his heart out on the field. Whatever girl Ray was currently going with was usually with them in the stands.

Why did Julie think that Jake was now available to her? Jake and she were now together again in the same school building. Yes there was still two years difference in age, but the difference between fifteen and seventeen is not nearly as great as the difference between twelve and fourteen or thirteen and fifteen. Most importantly, she had confidence in herself. Rachel had taught her not to care what the other girls thought or said, she was the one that she had to be responsible for and to.

Finally the day that Jake had dreamed about arrived: He turned sixteen and was now the proud possessor of a driver's license. True he had to drive Rachel's station wagon because Leo wasn't about to turn him loose in his Mercedes, But he now had wheels. 

Shortly thereafter Ray also turned sixteen and had his own driver's license in his wallet.

This didn't drive a wedge in their friendship but it did cool it down somewhat. They still went out together as couples, but Ray wasn't comfortable on a double date with his sister present and in the same vein Julie wasn't all that happy about Ray's presence when she wanted to have Jake all to herself.

They still studied together, but now it was with with a vengeance. If Ray could keep up his grades through his Senior year his coach told him he stood a good chance of getting an athletic scholarship. 

Jake was keeping his grades up because he wanted to try to get a scholarship to Western to study architecture. he'd watched enthralled when Stan Kowalski built the addition onto the house. He loved the thought of designing and building beautiful buildings. 

Julie's purpose for the increased effort was the same as Ray's and Jake's. Rachel was working with her to keep her grades as high as possible because she wanted to teach history and English like her idol, Rachel; who was also helping her make the necessary scholarship applications.

Because of the new found mobility of the trio and the apparent loosening of parental supervision since Ray used Jo's car more and more when he dated and Jake used Rachel's station wagon when he and Julie went out, it was mutually decided that it was time to update "The Talk."

Jo took Julie aside to remind her all she had to lose if she became pregnant and asked her to restrict her activities to non-intercourse. She also took Ray aside (reluctantly and blushingly) to make the same pitch.

Leo took both boys in tow to add his two cents, while Rachel took Julie and Jake by the hand for her session.

Looking at Julie she asked, "Julie, how do you feel about Jake?" With an embarrassed start and after a few moments of silence she responded, "I love him." Rachel had half suspected as much, but Jake's face and mannerisms took on the proverbial "deer in the headlights" look. 

Continuing on she looked at Jake, "How do you feel about Julie, son?" Jake's face and neck turned beet red as he looked around for a hole to crawl in. Looking at Julie who's expression was anxious and worried, "I'm not sure," he finally stammered. Looking at his mother he noted that her face had the soft smile of the Mona Lisa.

"Explain yourself please," she responded.

Knowing he was fairly trapped, Jake knew he was not going to be able to escape this predicament. "When I hold her I want to protect her and keep her safe. Other times I feel like I want to kiss her, and keep her next to me forever. When we're just doing stuff and hanging out I feel good because I'm doing it with a friend," he softly murmured in an almost inaudible voice, all the while looking at his hands laying in his lap.

Finally, glancing at Julie he found her sitting there looking at him with tears streaming down her face. Like most of the males of the species he misread what he was seeing when it comes to the females of the species. Julie was so happy after Jake's response she wanted to gather him up and bury him in kisses and hugs.

Looking at his mother he noticed the soft smile and the tears running down her cheeks and again misread what he saw. "What's wrong mother?" he finally croaked.

"Nothing is wrong, but I wanted you both to be aware of what your playing with. Jake, if Julie got pregnant how would you feel?"

"Terrible," he stammered.

"Why?" she said in a soft tone of motherly understanding.

"Because she wouldn't be able to pursue her dreams," he replied as he understood at last why this inquisition was being held.

Rising, Rachel pulled the two teenagers tightly to her breast. With one hand softly holding Julie's back as she pressed her tightly she softly said, "Julie, other then rape, it's the woman who decides whether there'll be intercourse or not. Promise me you'll remember that." Softly stroking the back of Jake's head she continued, "Son, once the hormones start to kick in it's easy to forget promise's once made. Promise me you won't put Julie in that position." They each promised and agreed.

Stepping back she placed Jake's arms around Julie's waist and then Julie's arms around Jake's neck. Stepping in she once again gathered the two of them into her bosom. With a feeling of love so intense it hurt, the tears flooded her cheeks. She finally sobbed out her final pronouncement, "Welcome to the world of first love."

Jake looked at Julie and for almost the first time, he leaned over and kissed her, really kissed her. Julie's legs all but gave way from the intensity of the kiss as she softly stroked the back of his neck and returned the kiss with all the fervor she could muster.

The feeling coursing through Jake was something he'd never felt before. It was so intense and his feeling for Julie so strong it was painful. Jake knew that if Julie asked him to jump into a swamp full of gators and drain it he wouldn't hesitate.

Julie had strong feelings for Jake for a long time, but she'd never felt what she was feeling now. She wanted him; She wanted to mother him, be his confidant, his lover, his wife. She wanted to be the be-all-end-all of his existence.

Jake could feel his penis starting to harden and he tried to pull his hips back in embarrassment. Julie pressed her hips forward because the feeling of Jake's penis pressing into her felt so good. She was also surprised to feel a dampness growing in her panties.

knowing exactly what was happening with the two teenage would-be lovers, Rachel stepped back and with a giggle and a smirk said, 

"Break it up you two before I have to turn the hose on you."

With grins of embarrassment on their faces the two lovers broke apart, but each knew that when they climbed into their beds that night they were going to have a pleasant evening thinking about their partner as they pleasured themselves.

Jake found sleep to be impossible that night. As much as he wanted to concentrate his thoughts on Julie his brain was in total turmoil as it ran over the events that had happened to him the past several years. Pain coursed through him as he remembered the afternoon his birth mother found the girly magazine under his mattress that Saturday. She and his sisters had smacked him around before, but that day she went ballistic; screaming at him, calling him a degenerate chauvinistic pig, and a whole lot of other terrible names. Each word out of her mouth had been accompanied by a slap, scratch, or blow. His sisters had joined in the fun until she doubled up her fist and hit him in the jaw. The pain was horrible, but not as bad as the pain when he fell down and broke his wrist. He still remembered the sound of it breaking and the pain that shot through his body. He remembered the blows to his chest as he tried to double up while his sisters repeatedly kicked him. He was too far out of it to remember much when the police arrived to stop the attacks. With a shudder he remembered the blood running down his face and the taste of it as it trickled into his mouth.

He recalled the pain and loneliness of laying in that hospital bed at St. Joes with his ribs trussed up and the cast on his wrist. He could faintly recall screaming when the nurse came in during the night to check on him. He'd thought it was his mother coming to attack him again. Each time a female nurse entered the room he'd see his mother and scream until the hospital arranged to have only male nurses attend him.

He remembered how the man who was now his dad called in every day to talk with him and worked to convince him that not all women were like his mother.

He remembered Rachel, before she became mom, visiting him twice a day and just sitting and reading. He smiled as he thought about her leaving the candy each time she got ready to leave. He began to look forward to her visits. Best of all was the day she sat next to him and read stories to him as he held her hand.

He could feel his face light up as his thoughts turned to his first meeting with Ray and the rest of the Simpson family, and oh yes; the taste of those hamburgers his dad pulled off the BBQ grill that evening, and how delicious mom's potato salad, baked beans, and the butter-loaded corn on the cob were.

Mom is a really great cook he thought, and he, Ray, and Julie still raid her cookie jar when they come home from school and sit down with a glass of cold milk or hot chocolate in the Winter. He remembered the way the trio grumbled when she limited them to three cookies each so as not to spoil supper.

His thoughts returned to the day Julie's classmates poked fun at her and tried to pull her blond pigtails. He and Ray had chased them off but he'd been scared, no doubt about it. There were four of them and they were two years older then Ray and himself, but they weren't about to back down and the bullies finally left.

It had happened a couple of more times until the word spread through Julie's class to leave her alone.

That was when he first noticed that Julie was sitting much closer to him while they studied and she walked alongside him as they walked to school and back home again.

His thoughts turned to the Winter that Mom and Jo made Ray and him learn to dance. He smiled as he thought about how nice it felt when he danced with his arm around Julie's waist. Heck, it even felt good to hold her hand as they walked to school and back.


The first time he kissed her cheek and really smelled the scent of her had been pleasant, but not as pleasant as it was when she'd put her soft hands on his cheeks and kiss him softly on the lips.

Jake's mind turned back to that first Summer and how bashful and shy Julie was. When they gathered in the Simpson back yard to swim in the aboveground pool. Julie would show up with a beach robe on and only take it off an instant before she jumped in the water, putting it back on immediately when she pulled herself out of the water. From what little Jake had seen of her in her one piece bathing suit her breasts were just little bumps and she had no hips nor any sign of a girlish curve any where.

The following Summer she had enough confidence to wear a two piece bathing suit (Definitely not a bikini). Her breasts were larger and she actually had hips and a waist. With a smile he remembered that her legs had gotten longer and her butt didn't look too bad either.

This past Summer he really noticed Julie for the first time. She'd shot up to almost 5' 8" in height, her breasts had really developed, and her butt swayed so delightfully when she walked. He remembered the sight of her at the beach bending over to pick up her towel. As she bent over, her beautiful breasts almost slipped out of her bra. The memory of those huge beauties hanging down caused his penis to harden like a steel bar. The image of her stiff nipples pressing against the cloth did it. He grabbed his penis and began to stroke it as he imagined his hands holding and squeezing them as he sucked on those big nipples. Quickly grabbing a handkerchief he erupted as his cum shot out into it.

It wasn't until his mom had talked to him and Julie this afternoon that he really understood what his feelings toward her were. Damn! He was in love. With that thought running through his mind Jake dropped off to a happy peaceful sleep. 

At Spring break Jake put into action a plan he'd devised. He made an appointment with Stan Kowalski and explained to him his desire to be an architect. Basically Jake wanted to know what he really needed to concentrate on to be a good one.

Stan surprised Jake with his answer. Jake had been impressed that a boy as young as Jake could ask such intelligent questions and understand the answers when he built the addition at the Tucker house. Looking at Jake Stan told him, 

"In architect school you'll learn how to design a building and what part "A" and "B" do and where they go. If your willing to work for me this Summer, I'll teach you how to attach "A" to "B." I'll pay you apprentice wages as my personal assistant but you'll have to pay union dues to one of the unions as this is a union state."

Jake was elated and quickly agreed.

What Stan hadn't told Jake, but if he'd thought about it he would have known; Summer is construction time and time is precious. Jake was working ten, twelve, and even fourteen hour days, six days a week. By the second day Jake wanted to die. If there was a muscle that didn't hurt he didn't know where it was.

By the end of Summer Jake was one well muscled 5'10" tall dude.

When Jake got paid off Stan told him his work had been up to snuff and the job was open next Summer if he wanted it.

Julie had graduated summa cum laude in June with a full scholarship to Western University. That delighted her. The hours Jake put in that Summer didn't, but she understood why he was doing it and was willing to take whatever part of Jake was available.

It sort of mollified her that each night when Jake dragged his weak and weary body home he'd lay on the picnic table and she'd give him a rub down to sooth his aching muscles. She could do anything she wanted to do to him, he was too tired, and hurting too bad to respond. After she finished rubbing him down she would accost his body with kisses and caresses and he was too beat to do anything but groan. Julie would take off across the yard to her house giggling after his final goodnight kiss. 

By the beginning of the third week Jake was sure he was going to survive. He was coming home each night with muscles that weren't quite so stiff and sore. Being a bit devious he didn't tell Julie about his new and improved condition. He would groan and complain and let her rub him down each night and tease him mercilessly. Midway through the week Julie was feeling more impish then usual and after giving Jake his rubdown really worked the poor boy over. He just took it for awhile and bided his time. Finally when she worked her way down his back softly licking and nibbling the skin, Jake suddenly turned over and wrapped his arms around her and began his own torture session.

Julie yelped, pleaded, and begged him to stop as he kissed every inch of her skin that was available to him. Since she was wearing shorts and a very small top there was a lot of skin to explore. Nor did Jake mind kissing her nipples even though he was doing it though her top. He soon had Julie moaning as she found herself more aroused then she'd ever been before. Poor Julie could feel her panties becoming sopping wet. By now she was on a sexual plateau she'd never scaled before.

Suddenly Julie started to wail. Jake, fearing his parents would hear her, covered her lips with his as he reached under her shorts and stroked the fine cheeks of her firm ass with one hand while he reached under her top with the other and pulled her bra up so he could squeeze her breasts and rub her nipples. His penis was pressing between her thighs just above her pussy. The combination of all of this pushed Julie over the edge. Her body began to shudder and shake as she climaxed. Jake continued his ministrations to her body, ran his tongue into her mouth to play tag with hers and Julie suddenly began to climax again in a small series of explosions. For his part, the pressure of Julie's thighs had pushed him over the edge and his penis erupted in glorious climax. In short they were both a mess, but both were happily so.

Julie's wailing was overheard by Rachel and Leo. Looking out into the back yard they could just make out the forms of the two lovers laying atop the picnic table. Since they were both still clothed it was obvious no harm had been done but Julie was definitely going to talk to Jo about getting Julie on the pill, "Just in case."

The love making by the two teenagers put a bee in Leo's and Rachel's bonnets, Leo ran through the house turning everything off as Rachel headed for the bedroom to turn down the bedspread.