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Diamonds In The Rough Ch. 01

By: Mostera1



 My sincerest thanks to SoCalOvid, for his editing wizardry on this story. Any mistakes you see are mine, and mine alone.

The category for this series is correct.

Readers:
This story requires you to have the willingness to accept an odd and unusual relationship. It calls for an open mind, and an unlocked heart.

So without further adieu, for your reading pleasure: 

 Diamonds In the Rough Ch. 1 

*

The bar was lively for a Thursday evening.  Sam Weatherly stared into the almost empty bottle of beer, quietly contemplating recent events.  Valentine's Day with Alexis had not gone as planned.  Grimly, Sam tipped the bottle up drinking the last few drops. Sam placed the drained bottle behind the bars back-splash asking Sherry, the bartender, for another.  With a sympathetic smile, Sherry patted Sam's hand and took the empty away placing it with the others.  She reached into the fridge for another long neck.  Opening it, Sherry slid the cold brew down the bar into Sam's waiting hands.

On its journey the bottle passed a man deep in thought sipping a glass of Chardonnay.  Taking a swig from the freshly opened bottle, Sam let the beer linger a moment.  Savoring the fermented essence, Sam's gaze drifted to the mirror on the wall.  Surveying the reflections Sam spotted a happy group of ten to twelve people in the back. They were all having fun, especially the cheery couple seated at the party's center.   Sam swallowed hard, feeling a tear escape as thoughts turned to Alexis.  It was only a couple of days ago when things had come apart.

*

"Yo! Everyone, gather around — c'mon Martin, Wilson, Brantley, Weatherly, get your asses over here now!" yelled site foreman Maxwell Hooper. "God damn it Caruthers, close that fucking phone before I shove it where the sun don't shine. I've got something important to tell you lamebrains."

Standing on a pallet of rebar, Max told the gathering that with some extra effort they could finish the job the next afternoon, a full day early.  Sam looked at Brantley, giving the dump truck driver two thumbs up.  Everyone knew tomorrow was Valentine's Day.   The thought of being home with their loved ones on Cupid's magical day inspired the construction workers.  The hum of machinery filled the air; encouraging shouts spurred them on to job completion.

Sam worked the controls of the mighty excavator with the grace of a conductor performing at Carnegie Hall. The proud operating engineer sent the powerful machine's scoop deep into the ground, and with unerring accuracy emptied the contents into the waiting dump truck. Brantley watched in awe as Sam hit the 'sweet spot' each and every time.

"Damn Sam, that was fast work," said Brantley as he started to place the tarp over the now full truck.

"Shit, Jackson if you had a woman half as lovely as my Alexis, that fucking truck of yours would already have been emptied and back by now!" laughed Sam, climbing out of the cab of the excavator.

Jumping to the ground, the young heavy machine operator helped Brantley get the truck ready for transit.  The twosome labored into the early evening preparing the earth for the next phase of the project.

At 2:15, Valentine's Day afternoon, the gang cheered in jubilation when Max gave the thumbs up for a job well done. With loud back slaps, and high fives, the crew quickly vacated the job site, anticipating the arms of dear loved ones at home.  After giving Brantley a fist-bump, Sam hurried to the Iron-Man-Red Silverado, quickly sliding onto the leather seat.  Turning the ignition key the powerful diesel came to life, and it was homeward bound.  But before heading onto the highway, a stop needed to be made first.

"That looks really good," Sam said, complimenting the young man on the color scheme. "Where do you keep your roses?" 

The busy florist responded by pointing to a large cooler.  Sam nodded, heading over to the huge walk-in refrigerator.  Going through the collection of blooms, six yellow roses were selected and handed to the floral magician.

The young man meticulously laid them amongst the mixture of red and white carnations.  Satisfied with the presentation, he daintily added ferns and baby breathe completing the Valentine bouquet of love.

The excited operating engineer watched intently, as the roses were carefully tucked to sleep.  The wrapping paper decorated with Cupid's arrow piercing each heart of love glistened under the bright lights.  Sam smiled broadly knowing Alexis would understand the significance of the six roses. It was six years ago this week when they began their life together as a couple.

Acknowledging the extra care taken by the young gentleman, Sam slipped him a five-dollar tip.  Picking up the bouquet, the delighted construction worker walked out of the shop beginning the three-and-a-half hour drive home to the beautiful Alexis.  

For five long nights Sam yearned for the comforts of home and the passion of Alexis' arms.  Sam enjoyed six fantastic years with this beautiful woman.  Monogamy was everything Sam expected it to be.  The love of Alexis was all Sam needed to be complete and happy.  Sam would never love another woman again.

The powerful diesel moved eagerly up the highway.  Sam thought wistfully of Alexis' splendor.  Visions of soft blond hair shimmered in the warm sun.  Sam saw her eyes twinkle with joy as the twenty-eight year old imagined the comfort of her arms, the soft touch of her hands, and the heat of her sex.  The inferno named Alexis beckoning Sam to hurry.  The accelerator pedal inched closer towards the floor; the impressive truck's speed increased, bringing Sam ever closer to the arms of the beautiful Alexis.

Shortly before 6:00 on Valentine's Day, Sam pulled into the driveway.  Their house looked so inviting to the exhausted construction worker.

 'Won't Alexis be surprised!'  Sam lovingly thought, getting out of the truck.

Flowers in hand, Sam quietly opened the door to their home. A feeling of uneasiness briefly crept into Sam's heart.  Forgetting to close the door Sam glanced around the living room.  Unexpectedly hearing a faint noise, Sam realized Alexis must be upstairs. 

Tiptoeing, the excavator operator embarked on the short expedition to their love nest. Sam craved Alexis' luscious lips; the tender pink nipples hungering for the attention only Sam could give.  Thoughts of sweet nectar and pussy honey drove feet to climb faster.  Dreaming of Alexis' hooded jewel, Sam mentally caressed her image causing the specter to squirm with delight.  Tenderly Sam parted the spirit girl's drapes opening her tunnel of love.  Tonguing the entrance, Sam sent Dream Alexis into a mad frenzy.  With each succulent lick, the phantom sighed with intense pleasure.  Sam eagerly attacked Alexis' clit, swiftly bringing her to a slow boil and the first of many climaxes.  Sam moaned easing into her warmth.  With quick strokes, Sam fucked Dream Alexis to orgasm after mind-blowing orgasm.  

Awakening from the reverie, a sweaty Sam realized the journey was over.  Grasping the knob, Sam quietly and every so slowly opened the door to their bedroom. The anticipation of seeing the beautiful woman after five long, strenuous days filled Sam's heart with love. The love called Alexis.

Peeking into the room, Sam was stunned speechless.  Eyes stared in disbelief, Sam's heart was laid open as Cupid's arrow was unmercifully ripped from Sam's now heaving chest.  Alexis, the beautiful Alexis, was getting fucked doggy-style by a woman wearing a strap-on.

Sam froze, mouth open, unable to speak, and watched in horror as the once beautiful Alexis pushed back onto the red plastic cock of her lover.  Her pussy glistened brighter with each ravishing stroke of the massive dildo. Moaning intensely the two lovers moved as one, impaling Alexis' pussy on the pike of treachery. 

Only with great effort did Sam keep the terrible feelings from boiling over.  It was a single small tear rolling down the stoic engineer's cheek that betrayed Sam's fragile emotions.  Heart shattered into a million pieces, Sam choked back a scream watching the woman grab Alexis' nipples rolling them savagely with her fingers.  Sam heard Alexis squeal with pleasure at the woman's ministrations.

"Oh yeah, deeper Brit, deeper; fill my pussy with that cock of yours," Alexis moaned.

"How's that baby," growled Brittany as she jammed the fake cock into Sam's woman.

"Unngghh!" screamed Alexis, as Brittany moved faster. "Oh God Brit, I love you so much! I don't know what I'd do without you! Ooooohhh!"

Bellowing with rage, Sam snapped out of the trance. The arrangement so tenderly prepared for Alexis flew through the air and smashed into the writhing women in mid-stroke. Broken flowers littered the bed and surrounding floor. Startled at the interruption the women turned to the door and saw a shadow in the dim light.

"Ohhhh my God, Sam, what are you doing home? You weren't supposed to be back until tomorrow!" the once beautiful Alexis cried, recognizing her mate at the entrance to their bedroom.

Quickly she pulled herself off the strap-on.  Her wet pussy made a popping sound as she slid off the thick red shaft.  Brittany, surveying the situation, quietly got up, grabbed her clothes and quickly began to dress.

"We busted our butts getting the job done early so we could all be with our loved ones on Valentine's Day," Sam said in a controlled voice. "I was so excited, coming home to my beautiful woman; then I find you in our bed with that, that cunt fucking you, and you screaming how much you love her."

"Sam, I'm so sorry," blubbered Alexis, frantically searching for her robe to hide her sex soaked body from Sam's sight.  Finding it, she quickly slipped it over her shaking shoulders.

"I didn't mean it to do it Sam! I love you, only you! Please baby, you have to believe me!" Alexis said, as the tears of shame burned her cheeks.

Slowly she got up off the bed, staring at her partner of six years.  The once beautiful Alexis' eyes silently pled for forgiveness at her betrayal to their loving relationship.

"I believe what I see and what I heard," Sam said trying to keep the myriad of feelings in check.  "Alexis, you have ten minutes to get you and your lover's asses out of MY house."

"Noo Sam!  Don't say that; let me stay. I love you! We can work it out!" she cried in anguish.

"You have nine minutes and forty-five seconds," was Sam's detached reply to the sobbing Alexis.

Turning towards the other woman Sam said, "Brittany, you can have her; she's all yours.  Now get your stinking cunt out of my house before I throw you out."

Slipping her shoes on, Brittany smirked at Sam as she said, "This wasn't the first time I fucked Alexis you know.  Every time you went out of town, I came over. I licked that pussy, I sucked those tits, and I fucked your bitch with a bigger dick!"

Brittany grabbed the red strap-on, still slick with Alexis' juices, and pitched it at Sam's feet.  The gauntlet thrown, Brittany clenched her fists staring at Sam with contempt.  Sam bent down and picked up the vile contraption by its straps.  Looking at the object with disgust; Sam heaved it across the room smacking an unsuspecting Alexis in the head.  The straps whipped her as they flew by.

Alexis yelped in pain, a red welt already forming on the side of her face.  Never having seen Sam so enraged before, she crept deeper into the corner shaking with fear.  Alexis' heart thudded in her chest, and she lifted her trembling hands to cover her face.  The two combatants turned away from the cowering girl and faced each other again.

Fearlessly, Brittany walked over to Sam.

Glowering at the wounded person before her, Brittany continued her verbal assault, "Alexis is an oversexed minx.  Obviously you don't do anything for her anymore — otherwise I wouldn't have been fucking your woman for over a year."

Brittany's verbal salvo hit Sam hard.  Sam turned to Alexis and stared at the shaken woman.  Alexis averted her eyes, hanging her head in shame.  Brittany had scored a direct hit on Sam's bleeding heart.  The emotional armor began cracking as Sam realized the once beautiful Alexis was in reality a cheating bitch who did not share Sam's belief in honor or monogamy.

Taking a deep breath, Sam said in a measured voice, "Brittany...I really... don't care...anymore.  I'm well beyond that.  I want you..." Sam paused, and looking directly at Alexis continued, "...and that cheating bitch...out of here...NOW!" yelling the last word.

Brittany realizing Sam's emotional defenses were now very weak, decided it was time to go for the jugular.  The butch reared back and spat in Sam's face. Her hot saliva ran down Sam's cheek.  Taking a step back, Sam glared at Brittany, eyes opened wide with astonishment at this act of hatred.  Sam wiped the dribble off.  

"What's the matter Sam, can't handle it?" the young woman asked venomously. "What if I don't want to leave? What are YOU going to do about it?" Brittany demanded, giving Sam a hard shove.

Sam taken aback by the vicious push, stared at the spit covered hand. Casting a glance at the cheating slut Alexis, the remnants of Sam's heavily damaged emotional armor disintegrated not with a tear, but a smile.  Armor gone, Sam started to laugh.  Sam laughed so hard tears were falling onto the floor.  Brittany was stunned by this reaction to her attack.  It was not what she expected.  Brittany backed away from the hysterical person, her heart beating faster as anxiety replaced bravado.

Suddenly the laughter turned into a scowl.  At that moment Sam yelled, "THIS!!"

With one swift punch, Brittany's head shot back.  Sam grabbed the dazed butch by the hair and began dragging the screaming woman out of the bedroom and down the stairs.  With each step, Brittany's ass bounced hard.  Reaching the bottom, Sam quickly picked the confused woman up.  Holding the butch by her shoulders, Sam smiled, then quickly landed a one-two combination to the nose and jaw of Alexis' champion.  Brittany crumpled quickly.  

Effortlessly Sam lifted the dazed woman back up and threw her through the open door onto the waiting sidewalk.  After tumbling off the walkway onto the grass, Brittany wobbled noticeably as she got up.  Her nose broken, Brittany tasted blood — her blood.  Suffering from temporary double vision, she saw two Sam's standing at the door.  The Sam's took one step towards her and Brittany fell back down and began crawling quickly to her car a few doors away.  Leaving the sidewalk red with a trail of blood, the beaten woman opened the car door.  Tires squealed loudly as the once brash female left with her tail dragging between her legs.

Turning around Sam shook the sore right hand.  The knuckles were already purple, and Sam could see the swelling beginning. Leaving the door open, Sam gazed up the stairs to see Alexis sniveling.  Alexis had crept out of the bedroom when she heard Brittany scream in agony as she was being dragged through the house.  Watching Sam destroy Brittany, Alexis cried profusely.  She knew she had brought the beast out.  She knew she destroyed everything with the betrayal of her beloved Sam.  Alexis looked down the staircase, where Sam stood glaring at her.

"You now have seven minutes." Sam calmly told the cheating bitch.

Alexis cried in anguish, and without another word she packed her things.  With suitcase in hand, and her head down, Alexis walked past Sam and out the front door.  Reaching her car, she looked back, mouthing the words,  "I'm sorry." 

Sam said nothing, and did even less.  Alexis knew for sure it was over.  She realized that she would pay for her infidelity the rest of her life.  Slowly she placed the bags in her Prius, and with one last look, Alexis left her home for the past six years behind forever.

Sam watched Alexis drive off.  Closing the door, the betrayed soul went into the kitchen.  Opening the fridge, Sam rummaged around until a beer was exposed.  Angrily, Sam twisted the top off and threw the cap at the wall.  After taking a long pull, Sam climbed up the stairs to the bedroom that once belonged to a loving couple.

Unsteadily, Sam walked around the rumpled bed.  Smelling the stench of tainted sex on it, Sam knew the bed was now worthless trash.  Looking down, Sam saw the flowers on the floor.  Emotionless, the once proud construction worker bent down to pick up the six roses.  Grasping the last yellow rose, Sam started to shake violently and a torrent of tears fell unabashedly to the floor.  

The once calm and controlled human being began to weep inconsolably.  Clenching the flowers tightly, the thorns of treachery bit hard, puncturing the palm that once caressed a beautiful woman named Alexis.  Blood dripped from the holes of despair mingled with the tears of fresh loss.  Sobbing uncontrollably, overwrought with raw emotion, Samantha Weatherly fell onto the bed she once shared with her lover. Crying openly, Samantha wept for what was now forever lost.

*

Sam looked at her bandaged hand. The puncture marks of betrayal hurt her deeply. She flexed her hand and took another sip of the cold drink.  It had been three days since she caught Alexis with that bitch in their bed.  Alexis emailed Sam hoping for forgiveness, and reconciliation.  Sam responded telling Alexis she had one day to take all her belongings out.  After that, what was left would be unceremoniously tossed into the trash. Today was the day.

Sipping her drink, Sam looked over at the man with the wine. He seemed troubled to her. Not wishing to embarrass him, she turned away nonchalantly rolling a finger around the open end of the bottle. In her peripheral vision, Sam watched the man take a sip of his wine.  Then to her surprise his brow furrowed in pain; Sam instantly knew the cause of such sorrow.  She felt his anguish in her heart.  Stunned by her unforeseen empathy, Samantha took another drink of liquid courage, and began to think of years gone by.

Samantha Weatherly had been a lesbian for as long as she could remember.  She was the typical 'tomboy' growing up.  She enjoyed playing sports, and loved working with tools.  Sam realized her sexual preference at a young age.  She never dated guys, because she knew they were not for her.  Sam did have a few encounters with girls, but nothing ever developed beyond kissing.  Early on Samantha vowed she would never be a one-night stand.  When she found someone, it would be for forever.  She would not compromise on that principle.

A few days after her eighteenth birthday, Samantha sat down with her parents, and confessed to them that she was a lesbian.  At first her mom and dad refused to believe their daughter was gay.  They tried to convince Sam to see a psychiatrist, but since Sam was of legal age, they couldn't force her.  

Eventually, they recognized Samantha for who she really was, accepting their gay daughter with open arms.  Sam felt blessed to have such wonderful parents.  When she graduated high school a few months later, Sam entered an apprenticeship program to become an operating engineer.  She always loved working with machinery, and the thrill of operating powerful construction equipment beckoned to her. 

Samantha rarely went out.  She did date occasionally, but she had never met the right woman.  Sam's main focus was finishing her apprenticeship and getting her career going.  Any thoughts she might have as far as 'relationships' were concerned, were on the very back burner.  

By age twenty, Samantha was certified to operate excavators, cranes, bulldozers, and graders.  She was especially proud of her Tower Crane certificate. Sam began her career as a journeyman operating engineer with great enthusiasm.  She expected a certain amount of harassment for being a woman heavy equipment operator, and she wasn't disappointed.  Her union brothers — and yes, sisters — had fun with the rookie engineer.   After a few months, Samantha proved herself very capable of handling the big machines.  


Diamonds In The Rough Ch. 01



Eventually she earned the respect of her coworkers, and was given the nickname 'Sweet Spot' by her good bud Jackson.  Samantha had the uncanny ability to find the perfect load balance when running the crane — the so-called 'sweet spot'.  Lifting steel to the workers above, Samantha always placed the heavy loads precisely where they should be.  She was one of the fastest, most accurate crane operators in the Midwest.  Sam was proud of her nickname Sweet Spot didn't allude to her gender; Sweet Spot was a name she earned with her skills as an operating engineer.

Inevitably, a few of the boys would hit on her; she would be polite and was upfront about her preference.  Most of the time the guys understood, but one brash young fool didn't take no for an answer.  He was found the next morning suspended fifty feet in the air hanging from her crane.  Everyone denied knowing what happened to the jerk. The idiot, when he was brought down, immediately walked over to Sam apologizing for his boorish behavior. Humbled before his peers, Richard Alvarez found the nearest port-a-potty where he changed his soiled pants.

Samantha was never bothered again.

When she turned twenty-one, Sam started going to Gigi's, a gay bar near her new home.  She never met anyone to whom she was romantically attracted, but nevertheless she loved hanging with other gay people, including the guys.  She became friends with a few, but never thought anything about it.  To her being with gays of both sexes was a normal part of life.  

Sam was known as a soft butch.  She kept her black hair short, parting it on the left side.  Sam liked it short because it was easy to care for.   She passionately embraced her femininity, wearing makeup to enhance her appearance and occasionally she dressed up in stockings and a dress.  At the Christmas party following her certification, Sam shocked her coworkers by wearing a red silk dress with black fishnets.  Sam strolled around on three inch heels, her lips the color of burgundy, and her brown eyes glowing sensuously. Sam was the hit of the party.  Make no mistake this butch loved being a woman.  Sam took pride in her 34-B breasts. She loved her tiny nipples because they were so sensitive. Sam loved her pussy as well.  She kept it trimmed, using baby oil to keep it soft and smooth.  Sam enjoyed masturbating with a dildo while she dreamed of the day she would be with her life partner.   She knew in her heart that she would be the dominant one in any relationship.  It was just who she was.  She didn't want to be a man; she wasn't interested in being masculine.  Samantha was a woman who loved women.  To her it was simple.

Samantha was twenty-two when she met Alexis Smothers.  They met at the mall, of all places.  Sam was sitting at the coffee shop when Alexis came up to her and introduced herself.  Sparks flew as Sam gazed at this winsome blonde femme' named Alexis.  They dated for six months before Alexis moved into Sam's home and bedroom.  Sam believed with all her heart this was her 'forever' love.  Sadly, Alexis didn't believe the same way. Sam invested six years into the relationship.  Today she drank to its end.

Sam decided that she would have one beer for every year she and Alexis had been together.  She was on beer number five when a loud whoop went up from the party at the back of the room.  Turning around, Sam saw two guys kiss as everyone wished them well on their twentieth anniversary.  She smiled at their good fortune, but felt very sad at her recent loss.


 Thank you for reading!!

Chapter 2 will be along shortly.

Comments and feedback are always welcome! 



Diamonds In The Rough Ch. 02



 Thanks to SoCalOvid for his remarkable editing skills. 

Readers:

If you haven't already done so, please read Chapter 1 first!

This story requires you to have the willingness to accept an odd and unusual relationship. It calls for an open mind, and an unlocked heart. 

 Diamonds In the Rough Ch. 2 

**

Samantha Weatherly took another sip of her beer, she heard the man with the Chardonnay, a few empty seats down, sniffle. He wiped his nose on his sleeve, and hid his head in his folded arms. She heard him sob.  'So typical of a man not to be prepared,'  she thought. Sam reached into her pocket pulled out a travel packet of tissue and tossed it to the crying man. He looked up at Sam, nodded his thanks before blowing his nose and wiping his eyes. Looking back at the party, he began crying again. Sam had seen enough. She got up and walked over to the empty seat next to him sat down, and put her arms around the distraught human being. He looked up at her as she gently rocked him in her arms.

Lynn Jacobs rested his head on the woman's shoulder and sobbed. Seeing the happy couple upset him. Lynn's partner of eight years left him three months ago for greener pastures on the west coast. Lynn couldn't believe it when Eric came to him saying he needed more in his life. They had been together for so long.

**

Lynn met Eric at college where he was majoring in interior design and Eric was an aspiring architect. Lynn was twenty-one and Eric was twenty at the time. They met at the Gay/Lesbian Club at the university. Lynn remembered that day so well. 

Eric came onto him in the club's lounge. Lynn was immediately smitten by this gorgeous man. Eric had jet black hair, and golden brown eyes. He was as muscular as a Greek god and Lynn thought about the old clichés gazing into this Adonis. 

Eric asked Lynn out on a date and on the third date, they kissed. Eric, being the aggressor, gently cupped Lynn's head with his hands firmly planting his lips onto Lynn's waiting mouth. Lynn almost swooned at the touch. His cock began to stir as Eric slowly opened Lynn's lips with his tongue and probed the mouth of his new lover. Suddenly, Eric looked at Lynn smiled and said goodnight! Lynn went back to his dorm and furiously masturbated. When he came he called Eric's name. Gathering his cum, Lynn licked his fingers clean, praying that this man was the one for him.

Three dates later, Eric invited Lynn into his room. They sat on the bed making out when Eric reached down grasping Lynn's penis through his pants. Lynn moaned as Eric began massaging him. Soon they had their clothes off. Eric took Lynn's virginity that day. 

For eight years they shared the same bed — until three months ago.

Eric came into their apartment and announced he was leaving. He'd gotten a job in the Seattle area, he explained, and would be gone tomorrow. Lynn was completely blindsided by this; he was stunned, his thoughts chaotic.

"Why do this Eric? Why do you want to leave me?" Lynn asked tears forming in his eyes.

"Lynn, Lynn, Lynn. It has nothing to do with you; I've found the perfect job, but it's in Seattle." Eric said. "I need to expand my horizons, and there is nothing here for me anymore."

"What about me?" Lynn asked, "Aren't I something?"

Avoiding the question Eric replied, "Honestly Lynn — would you have followed me out to Seattle at the drop of a hat? You won't leave this area. You're so close to your parents it's stifling."

Lynn stunned by his crass remark, responded, "How long have you been planning this Eric?"

"I've thought about it for about a year now. I finally landed the job last week," he said. "Remember when I was going out of town attending seminars? What I was really doing was interviewing for jobs."

Lynn was shocked. Eric had planned this for quite some time and had no intention of telling him, or taking him along. Hurt beyond belief, Lynn began crying.

"Oh stop it, you little wimp," Eric said, chastising his now ex-lover. "You will find someone else, like I did. Don't fucking worry about it."

"Wha... Wha... What did you just say?" Lynn demanded, not believing what he just heard.

"I said, you will find someone else," Eric repeated.

"No, no, that's not what you said," Lynn replied his voice beginning to crack. "You said, 'Like I did.' Those were your exact words."

"Oh shit, I'm sorry Lynn; you weren't supposed to hear that," Eric said walking over behind Lynn. When Eric reached Lynn he began massaging his shoulders. It was what Eric would do to make Lynn feel better, and it usually worked because Lynn loved the feel of Eric's hands massaging and caressing him. But not this time.

Lynn angrily smacked Eric's hands away. "When did you find somebody else?" he yelled.

"Calm down Lynn, it just happened a few months ago. I met Allen in Seattle. We began hanging and fell in love," Eric said.

"Fell in love? What about us Eric? What about our eight years together?" Lynn asked incredulously.

"It was good while it lasted, but I never had the same feelings for you that you had for me. I enjoyed having sex with you, but you never liked giving me blowjobs," Eric said with contempt.

"Eric, what do you mean? I give you great head," Lynn said, startled Eric would think that.

"Bullshit, Lynn! You never swallow my cum. You won't even take it in your mouth," Eric replied.

"Well if you would quit eating asparagus, broccoli, limit the garlic, and onions before we make love, I most certainly would swallow your spunk," Lynn protested. "I told you, that junk gives it a horrible flavor, and makes me want to puke."

"That's just more bullshit Lynn. Allen has no problem swallowing my 'spunk' regardless of what I eat," Eric said coldly. "That's just a fucking excuse and you know it."

Hearing Eric say his rival's name, Lynn began to sob, saying, "Fuck you Eric, it isn't an excuse. I've asked you on numerous occasions to eat some pineapple or raisins before we fuck, but you won't!"

Trying to save face, Lynn asked, "Besides don't I make up for it with my fabulous rim jobs?"

"Yeah, your tongue drives me wild back there. I love the way you can twist it into all those shapes. You are fanfuckingtastic at rim jobs Lynn, but I need more than a talented tongue and a tight ass," Eric said.

"You're nothing but an ass-kisser Lynn," Eric teased. "Allen is the consummate party animal. He sucks me, fucks me. I suck him, and fuck him. We do it all, all the time."

Lynn began to cry. He had loved Eric with all his heart. But now it was over. Eric had played him for a fool for eight years. Lynn thought that Eric would be his forever. He began to sob again. Lynn wiped his nose on his sleeve and asked a question he didn't really want to know the answer to.

"Eric did you ever love me?" Lynn asked, tears falling fast.

"Didn't you hear me you stupid little twit? I loved you, but not as much as you loved me. To me, you were a stepping-stone. You provided stability for me while I worked on becoming the best architect ever," Eric confessed, all the while boasting about his true motivation.

Lynn slumped into the chair. How could he have been so stupid, so blind? Their relationship was a complete and total sham. Putting his head in his hands, Lynn cried like a little girl.

"Aaaawh, poor little baby," Eric said, his voice dripping with venom. Tired of Lynn's 'girly' behavior, Eric went for the coup-de-grace.

Patting Lynn on the back, Eric said with a smirk, "Oh, by the way Lynn, I fucked Allen the first day I met him. 

"Wait a second; not fuck, wrong choice of words. We made love. I just fucked you," he said, laughing at Lynn.

"You selfish; self-centered prick!" Lynn whined at Eric, his voice screeching. "Get out, get out now! You beast; you beastly man — get out, get out get ooouutt!" 

"I will, you little pussy. I already told you I'm leaving tomorrow. You never even noticed that most of my things were already gone. Have a good life Lynn," Eric said, walking out on Lynn for good.

Lynn ran to the bedroom and threw himself on their bed, sobbing uncontrollably. Then, feeling nauseous, Lynn ran to the bathroom, and threw up.

**

For the next two months, Lynn wallowed in self-pity. Eric's cruelty took its toll on his gentle soul. Lynn finally got up the courage to go out and try to find love again. 

He considered going to 'The Hayloft' first, but heard it was full of biker fags. He shuddered at the thought. Not knowing of any other gay bars in the area, Lynn scanned the internet. He was surprised when 'Gigi's' popped up; it was only a few miles away and he'd never known it was there. The description and reviews seemed good, but Lynn was still nervous about going. It took a month before Lynn finally got the courage to actually walk into the bar.

Lynn dreamt about Gigi's again on Valentine's Day night. It was a fitful sleep, because he was all alone on the most romantic day of the year. In that dream, he met his life mate. Lynn couldn't quite make out the face; about the only thing he could remember was the black hair. According to the dream, his new partner would be there during the day. Lynn laughed at the dream; he didn't really believe in fate, but he made the decision to finally go.

Lynn went there after work on Thursday. He made himself presentable and timidly walked into the bar. His first impression was disappointing. Except for a large party in the corner, and a few Lesbians at the tables, there were hardly any people in the room. 

Lynn sat down at the bar, and ordered a glass of Chardonnay. Shelly placed the drink in front of him and smiled. Putting a fiver down, Lynn took a small sip. He noticed the butch a few seats over to his right. Her right hand was wrapped in a bandage, and of course how could he forget the loud and obnoxious party in back. With his head down contemplating what to do next, he cursed Eric for putting him in this predicament. Dream or no dream, Lynn decided this wasn't such a good idea.

All of a sudden the group yelled, "Happy 20th anniversary to Bob and Michael! Everyone! Please toast the loving couple!!"

Lynn broke down and wiped his nose on the sleeve of his shirt. He put his head down and sobbed into folded arms. Suddenly he felt something hit his arm. Lynn glanced up and saw a travel-size packet of tissue on the bar counter. He looked to his right and he saw the lesbian point to the packet of tissue. There was a sad yet gentle smile on her face.

Lynn nodded his head in thanks. He opened the package and took out a tissue to blow his nose. He placed the used tissue on the bar and took out another one to wipe his tear stained cheeks and eyes. Lynn turned and looked at the celebration once more. He began to shake and started to cry again when he felt an arm reach around him.

Lynn jerked up at the touch, and was stunned to see it was the butch, holding him in her arms. She was very strong. When Lynn unpretentiously looked into her brown eyes, he saw them well with tears. He put his head on her shoulder and began to sob again. Lynn felt her strong arms gently squeeze him as she lightly rocked him telling him it would be okay; he heard pain in her voice. He stole another glance and saw tears streaming down her cheeks.

Lynn took a tissue from the packet she gave him, and handed it to her. She smiled, and dabbed her cheeks and eyes. Sam realized she still had her arm around him and with gentle compassion released her grasp as she adjusted herself on the chair.

"Hi, my name is Sam," she said holding out her hand.

"Hi Samantha, I'm Lynn," he said grasping the offered hand.

His handshake amazed her. Sam was used to the strong hands of her coworkers, and Lynn's weak handshake surprised her but not as much as his use of her full name, 'Samantha'. She sighed, and asked him what was wrong. Lynn spent the next few minutes describing, to a perfect stranger, the event three months prior that had revealed his long-term relationship to be nothing more than a sham. He told her in stark and painful detail how Eric had betrayed him and left to start a new life with a new lover. Sam listened intently. She realized they were both going through the same thing. Sort of 'kindred spirits' she thought.

After Lynn was done telling his sad tale, he listened intently while Sam described her own situation. She told him about Alexis, and Brittany's betrayal — which was worse in some ways, as Sam had actually caught them having sex. Lynn shook his head in disbelief, sad and amazed at how he and Sam had been treated by their partners. They both thought they were in relationships for the long haul, only to have their legs kicked out from under them.

Lynn realized that he'd reached his limit for one day — he needed to leave.

"Samantha, it was nice to meet you, but I have to go."

"Oh, sure Lynn. Try to have a nice day. It was good to talk with you," Sam said.

"Likewise Samantha. It felt good to share with you too."

"Lynn, please call me Sam; I prefer that to Samantha." she said with no hint of anger.

"Oh, sorry Sam, I didn't mean to upset you. I hope things get better for you, and you find that special lady," Lynn said sincerely.

"Thanks Lynn, no offense taken. I hope you find the man of your dreams soon."

"I thought I did Sam, but he doesn't want me anymore," Lynn said, trying to stop the inevitable break down. He quickly gulped the rest of the Chardonnay and left, almost running out of the bar.

Sam looked at Shelly and asked, "Shell, who was that?"

Shelly picked up the empty glass and replied, "Another lonely soul Sam, I don't know his name. I never saw him before. I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. It was very nice of you to console him the way you did."

"C'mon Shell, you know I treat everyone the way I would want to be treated," Sam said with a small smile.

"When I heard what his boyfriend did to him, I wanted to wring the asshole's neck! That piece of shit fucked him over good. Just like Alexis did to me. I could really empathize with Lynn, so it was excellent therapy for me to share my experience, and good for him to talk about his situation too," Sam said.

"Yeah, I could see that. You two sort of connected on a higher level when you were sharing," Shelly replied.

"I don't know about that Shell; it just felt good to talk with him. Well, I need one more beer to make it six, and then I'm going home to throw out their 'fuck bed', and do my best to forget Alexis," Sam said choking up just a little. Hearing her stomach growl, she asked Shelly for a menu, not quite ready to leave.

Lynn returned to his empty apartment. He felt abandoned. His trip to the bar proved futile. He laughed at the dream he had the other night. 'So much bullshit,' he thought.

Sam was nice enough, but 'she' wasn't a 'he'. Lynn did enjoy talking with her. He wondered what she did for a living. She seemed to be rather strong. He liked that in a person, male or female.

Lynn sat down at his desk and went over tomorrow's appointments. Lynn was especially looking forward to the conference at Macy's. His skills as an interior wizard got him the contract to redesign their offices. The meeting with the subcontractor tomorrow was to go over the plans. Lynn hoped throwing himself into his work would lessen the pain of Eric's betrayal. 

Slowly he realized that life was beginning to look brighter.

Sam got back to her place at seven that evening. She went inside and was relieved that Alexis had taken her things and was gone. Sam felt sadness that the relationship ended with Alexis' betrayal, but was glad she got rid of the cheater quickly. Sam wondered if the bitch Brittany had helped. She doubted it. Brittany was a user, and Alexis fell for it. She started to tear up again, when she saw the envelope on the table. It was addressed to her in Alexis' handwriting. Sam didn't know what to do with it. She finally decided to put the envelope in a drawer to look at later, much later. The wounds were still too raw.

Sam stretched and yawned, definitely not tipsy after six beers, but she was very tired. Tonight would be the last night on the sofa-bed; her new bedroom set would be here tomorrow. Sam couldn't wait.

**

Almost three months had passed since Sam caught Alexis cheating on her. She was doing better and had gone out on a few dates, but never felt any serious connection. Sam became concerned if she could find someone to love again. Alexis called a few times, but Sam never answered the phone, or bothered to listen to the messages. As far as she was concerned that part of her life was over.

Sam spent a lot of time thinking about her parents. She wished they were still here, instead of in Arizona. Sam was glad she had her job to go to every day. At least she had friends at work. Nevertheless, it was hard coming home to an empty house.

In early May to help ease her loneliness, Sam went to the local animal shelter. Sam thought she would get a cat, until she accidentally walked by the dogs.

Looking into a cage she saw him lying there. His ears perked up as he sensed her presence. Sam read his bio, and learned the big black dog was a little over a year old. He had been hit by a car and was found cowering in a yard under some bushes. His left hind leg had been badly cut, and his right ear had almost been ripped off. The veterinarian had repaired both, eight stitches for the ear, and twenty-five in his leg. He was neutered, and after a month, the fur was growing back nicely where it had been shaved. Today was the first day he was available for adoption.

The dog looked up at Sam, his chestnut eyes called to her. She squatted in front of his cage to get a closer look. Carefully she reached in to stroke his ears. The dog gave her hand a gentle lick and Sam's heart melted. She fell in love with the Belgian Sheepdog. Sam adopted the gentle giant that night and named him 'Major.'

Major was a smart dog. She took him to training classes, and he picked up the commands very quickly. Soon she and Major were walking around the neighborhood — well, actually strutting. Everyone who saw them could see how much Major loved Sam. For her part, Sam enjoyed having someone to care for again.

She never knew how much she missed that part of her life until she adopted the black dog.

Sam talked with her boss, and he agreed to limit her out-of-town assignments. The local kennel she had found was good, but Major was her dog and he missed her terribly when she left. When Sam picked him up, he literally jumped in her arms. Sam was amazed at the love this seventy-pound fur ball gave her. She hoped that one day soon she would find another person to love as much.

**

Lynn was busy at Macy's. It was the last week in June and it was near the end of the job. The offices were looking superb. He was complimented extensively on his choice of fabrics, and color schemes. Lynn enjoyed arranging the charming silk flowers, and wistfully pretended that his knight in shining armor gave them to him. He thought less and less of Eric. He was in full recovery mode.

Lynn headed to a restaurant in the mall and did a double take. He saw Sam sitting at a table eating lunch. He remembered how kind she was to him back in February. He really appreciated that.

Lynn was embarrassed at how he had run out, but at the time it seemed like the right thing to do. Lynn walked over to Sam.

"Hi Sam. Remember me?"

Glancing up, Sam smiled. "Hi Lynn! How are you doing? It's good to see you again."

"I'm doing fine Sam; time heals the wounds, they say," he said with a wry grin. "I wanted to thank you for helping me that day. I needed a shoulder to cry on. I'm sorry I ran out the way I did."

"No worries," she said. "Would you like to sit down and join me?"

"Glad to Sam. I see your hand is better," he said sitting down nodding at her right hand.




Diamonds In The Rough Ch. 02



"Yes — it is thanks. Well Lynn, have you found that special guy yet?" she asked with sincerity.

"Nope, I haven't. I honestly haven't been looking either," he admitted. "How about you, have you found that special someone yet?"

"If you count my new pooch, then yes I have," Sam said with a chuckle.

She began to tell Lynn all about Major. Lynn enjoyed talking with Sam about her dog. Major sounded beautiful. When their lunch was almost over, Lynn realized he had to get back to Macy's shortly.

"Sam, I have to get back to work. Perhaps I can come over and meet Major one day," Lynn suggested, not really expecting Sam to agree.

"That's a great idea; I'm sure Major would love to meet you. Are you doing anything this weekend?" Sam asked.

Lynn, startled that Sam would even consider inviting him over and this weekend at that, surprised himself saying, "No, I'm pretty open and I would love to meet Major."

Sam smiled, and wrote her address down on a napkin, handing it to Lynn. Glancing at the address, he realized she lived only about two miles from his apartment.  'Small world',  he thought; then he spent the next few seconds getting that damn Disney song out of his head!

She said, "Be there at five; I'll have dinner ready at six. You're not a vegetarian are you?"

He shook his head saying, "No I'm not."

"Good," she replied. "See you Saturday; I'll barbecue some pork ribs."

Lynn got up, grasped Sam's hand and said goodbye. He enjoyed her touch, and talking to her was fun. Inwardly he looked forward to seeing her place. Carefully folding the napkin with Sam's address, he placed it in his wallet. As Lynn headed back to Macy's, Sam watched him walk away. She chuckled a little as his ass sashayed with each step he took.

 'Lynn is a really nice guy,' she thought with tenderness.

When he was out of sight, she glanced across the aisle. Sam saw a pretty young woman staring at her. Sam got her comb out of her pocket and gave her hair the once over. Sam walked over to the young lady, and introduced herself. Samantha found herself immediately taken with this cute vixen. They walked away together getting to know each other. 

Friday was a rough day at work for Sam. She was having unusual trouble operating the crane because the hydraulics weren't working very well, and as a result the crane was jerking a lot. 'Sweet Spot' missed a few today. The guys didn't make fun of her; they knew the crane was the culprit. Jackson Brantley patted Sam on the back, telling her the crane would be fixed by Monday.

"That's great Jack," she said. "I'll see you Monday; I have to stop at the store and get some ribs for Saturday."

"Who's the lucky girl?" Jackson asked.

"Actually it's a guy," she replied.

"What did you say Sam?" Jackson said shaking his head in disbelief.

Laughing, Sam said, "It's true! A guy is coming over for dinner tomorrow."

"When did you crossover Sam?" Jackson asked, knowing full well that he stood a better chance of winning the lottery than of Sam dating a man.

"Never have, and never will," she said. "Lynn is a guy I met a few months ago. We ran into each other again a couple of days ago. We both had similar break-ups. He broke up with his boyfriend about three months before I caught Alexis cheating on me. We shared stories. He had lunch with me at the mall the other day, and I invited him over to meet Major and have dinner."

"Uh huh; sure Sam, sure," Jackson said skeptically. Then with a small laugh he asked, "Did you warn him about that hyper dog of yours?"

Sam punched Jackson in the shoulder, and laughed as she headed to her truck. She didn't bother telling him about Claudia. Claudia was the name of that cute young thing she met at the mall after having lunch with Lynn. Claudia and she were going out on their first date tonight. She had tickets for the Reds game against the Dodgers. She hoped Claudia liked baseball.

**

Lynn got out of the shower; and gazed at his reflection as he ran his hand through his full head of blond hair. He enjoyed wearing it longer now. Eric preferred it short, so when the bastard left, Lynn grew it out, just to spite him. Reaching for the shaving cream he used in the shower on his legs, Lynn applied the white foam to his face. Lynn grabbed the razor and began to shave. Soon his face felt as smooth as a baby's behind. Lynn rubbed his velvety skin and looked in the full length mirror as he admired his profile. He felt so pretty.

'Not bad for a twenty nine year old,'  he thought.

Suddenly Lynn cried out. "Oh shit! My birthday! I'm turning thirty in five months!" He became pensive as he realized he would probably be with his parents and no one else on that special day.

Before he got to upset he looked back into the mirror, and with a grin told himself, "You're going to make some guy real happy one day."

Lynn blew his reflection a kiss and checked the bathroom clock. He figured he had an hour before he had to be at Sam's place. Lynn chuckled about going over to a woman's house for dinner.

"Wouldn't mom and dad be surprised and delighted about that!"

Lynn headed into his bedroom and decided to wear panties instead of briefs. The silky feel turned him on and appealed to the feminine in him. Picking a pair of light green 'cheekies', he slowly pulled them over his cock. The act of putting on panties reminded Lynn that it had been a long time since he had been buggered. He missed the feeling of Eric's cock filling up his ass.

Lynn quickly discarded the thought, and grabbed a pair of sand colored knee-highs. Pulling on khakis, he finished his outfit with a pale green top. Carefully he applied a touch of makeup around his eyes. Even though he was going to see a woman, Lynn wanted to look good, and feel good. Sam would never appreciate him the way a man would though.

Lynn arrived at Sam's house and he was very impressed. He loved the colors, and the flowers planted around the attached garage. He daintily walked up the step and rang the doorbell. Lynn heard a dog bark, which he assumed was Major, but Sam didn't come to the door. Lynn waited a few moments, and then knocked. Still no one answered, but Major was barking up a storm. Lynn was worried that something might be wrong. He thought about trying the handle. Just as he reached for it, he was startled as the door quickly swung open. Lynn looked up and saw Sam, her face wet with tears.

"Sam, what happened? What's wrong? Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked.

Sam wiped her nose on a tissue and replied, "I'm sorry Lynn, I had a very rough night, and I really don't think you would like my company this afternoon. I apologize for not calling you, but I realized I don't have your number, and I don't even know your last name."

Lynn nodded his head, understanding her predicament. But that didn't change the fact that he was here, and she needed some help.

"Well, I am already here, and pardon me for saying this, but I believe you could use someone to talk to. Am I right Sam?" He asked, gently holding her arm.

Sam looked into Lynn's eyes. She saw his compassion reach out to her. She felt safe with him.

 'Probably because he's gay.'  She thought.

"Come on in Lynn. I guess I could use some 'gay therapy'," she said with a wry smile. "Besides, I want you to meet Major. Just be careful, he likes to jump on strangers. I can't seem to get him to stop."

Sam opened the door and stepped aside letting Lynn come into her house. Lynn was amazed at how attractive her home was. The furniture was modern with a hint of antiquity. The warm earth-tones of the room were very inviting to him. He felt very much relaxed here.

"Excuse me for one moment; I am going to let Major in," Sam warned. "Cross your arms, and hold them at chest level. When Major jumps, yell OFF, and turn. The trainer says it will work; however, it's been two months and he is still doing it," she said shaking her head a little as she walked out of the room to let Major in.

"Okay Sam," Lynn replied.

 'She seemed to be feeling a little better already; I guess gay therapy works fast,'  Lynn chuckled to himself.

Lynn was startled by the mass of fur that burst into the living room and headed his way. "Major is a big dog!" he realized. Bracing himself like Sam had instructed, Lynn closed his eyes waiting for the assault to begin. He waited about ten seconds, then slowly opened his eyes. There, sitting in front of him, tail wagging, was Major! He laughed; Sam was playing a trick on him, having a good laugh at his expense.

"Hello Major, you seem like a nice doggy," Lynn said leaning down and stroking the dog behind the ears. Major licked Lynn's hands, happily looking into the man's eyes.

"Are you okay Lynn? What the..?" Sam asked, hurrying into the living room surprised at the calm dog enjoying an ear scratch.

"Did you enjoy your laugh Sam?" Lynn asked. "Major is a sweet dog — jumping problem my ass! You were shitting me, weren't you?"

"Umm, no, I wasn't. I'm dumbfounded. Major normally has strangers on the floor by now," she said puzzled, albeit pleased, at her dog's behavior.

Sam shook her head at the dog. She began to wonder at the curve-balls life throws. When she and Lynn met, they were opposites sharing one thing: betrayal. It seems they had more in common than Sam first realized, she thought as she watched Lynn playing with Major.

Sam mused, asking herself two simple and yet difficult questions:

 'What's going on; and why am I beginning to feel cheerful again?' 



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Diamonds In The Rough Ch. 03



 Thanks to SoCalOvid for his patience with my writing, and his willingness to work with me.

Readers:

If you haven't already done so, please read the previous two chapters first.

This story requires you to have the willingness to accept an odd and unusual relationship. It calls for an open mind, and an unlocked heart. 

 Diamonds In the Rough Ch. 3 

***

 'What's going on; and why am I beginning to feel happy again?'  Sam asked herself, watching Lynn play with Major.

It didn't make any sense to the young woman. Major would have normally had a stranger on the ground by now with his playfulness. Not so with Lynn. Major behaved just as he would with Sam. While his improved behavior made her happy, it also perplexed her. Major, was a one-woman dog — her dog. Why would he relate to Lynn like he did to her?

Sam was also mystified by how contented she felt with Lynn around. She couldn't put her finger on it. In the background she heard a noise; someone was calling her.

"Sam? Sam, you okay?"

"Huh? Oh, sorry Lynn. I guess I zoned out wondering why Major doesn't have you on the floor." Sam was very curious what her dog was thinking when he looked at Lynn.

"You mean he really does knock people down?" Lynn's eyes opened wide looking at the big dog with awe.

"Oh yeah, he does." The black sheepdog looked at Sam, then back to Lynn. "For some reason Major doesn't want to use you as a chew toy. I can only guess it's because he is scared to hurt you, or he doesn't know what to make of you."

She giggled when Lynn began turning red.

"Major; pay no attention to her, you are the perfect gentlemen," Lynn replied holding the canine's head with both hands gazing into the chestnut eyes. Silently he pondered a more important subject,  'It's time to find out why you are upset my dear woman.' 

Lynn looked up at his new friend, "Fair enough Sam, is that all I am? A chew toy? Is this how you always treat guests in your home?" Lynn stared at her feigning an anger he really didn't feel.

"What? Lynn, I was just kidding; can't you take a joke? I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt your feelings," Sam was taken aback by Lynn's seemingly harsh comment.

Lynn straightened up and tousled his shoulder length hair. He looked up at her and with touching concern he smiled at her saying, "I know; care to tell me what's bothering you?"

Sam took a deep breath; she didn't want to discuss last night's debacle.

"That's really none of your business Lynn," Sam bored into his blue eyes, with a 'don't go there' look.

Lynn unexpectedly took up the challenge, "Don't play the 'none of my business card' with me Sam." Lynn surprised at his tone gave it right back. "We've shared a lot with each other already. I want to be your friend, and friends help friends. You're a good person. I know it, and your dog knows it too," Lynn pointed over at Major.

"We know too much about each other to be shy at this point. So quit being a proud butch, and share your troubles with your friends; let us help." Lynn sat down on the sofa looking at Sam with a doting expression. Almost immediately Major jumped into his lap, getting as much of his body onto Lynn as possible.

Lynn began to fuss; Major was getting hair all over his outfit!

"OMG! My lint roller is going have to work overtime when I get home. Look at all this dog hair I'm getting on my beautiful pants, and shirt." Rolling his eyes he brushed the shirt for emphasis, "Sam what are you going to do with this...this...animal," patting the big dog on the head, looking up at Sam with the most pitiful expression on his face that he could muster.

Sam laughed hard seeing all of Major's seventy five pounds curled up on Lynn's tiny lap; she howled louder listening to Lynn whine about his clothes. Then with the timing of the perfect straight man, Major let his long tongue drop down the side of his mouth. He looked up at his mistress, cocking his head he gave her that, "Who me?" look. Sam staggered back grabbing a chair from the dining room. She sat down holding her stomach, she was laughing so hard.

Sam looked at the sight on the sofa and wiped her tearing eyes. "Okay you win. I can't keep anything from you two...mennn," a fake look of exasperation crossed her face. "Thanks for the butch comment too; I want you to know I'm a 'soft butch'," she said as she coyly batted her brown eyes at him, "and don't you forget it, my little femme' friend."

Lynn giggling at her comment, thought how much he liked this 'soft' butch. Lynn had felt guilty for leaving the bar so abruptly, especially after she provided him with some much need solace. Sam, despite her own lover's recent raw betrayal, was still strong enough to help him, a stranger, dealing with his pain. At that moment Lynn knew he would move on and find happiness again. Overwhelmed with emotion, he had to leave quickly. A few hours later he regretted his cowardly decision. He was glad he bumped into her at the mall and was able to reconnect with her.

 ''Femme'! I'll show you femme','  he thought with glee.

Lynn, in his best girlish voice; "You got it 'butchy', I am woman, hear me roar. So my dear;  'Sil vous plaît, dites-moi ce qui sest passé hier soir? Je veux aider.'" 

Lynn saw Sam's confused face and smiled. He gazed deep into her brown eyes and with heartfelt sincerity as well as a touch of humor, he calmly answered her puzzled look: "Oh sorry, my Française is poor...Sam, please tell me what happened last night? I want to help."

Her resolve not to share her problems had gone with Lynn's genuine desire to help. Sam took a deep breath beginning her tale.

"I had a date last night. I met Claudia at the mall after you left the other day. We walked around the mall a little. I liked her looks, so I asked her if she was busy Friday night. She said no, so I asked her if she would like to go with me to the ball game.

"I should have known better when Claudia replied, 'you don't have to do that, why don't you just come over to my place so we can get to know each other better?' I told her I had already purchased tickets, and didn't want them to go to waste. Claudia shrugged her shoulders, and gave me her address and phone number.

"I picked her up, hoping to have a fun time with her at the game. Claudia spent more time looking at me than at the game. I tried talking with her, but she just seemed bored. Afterwards, I drove her back to her apartment. I was disappointed; she was so pretty but there didn't seem like there was much of a connection between us. I started to say goodnight when Claudia surprised me by asking if I would like a nightcap.

"In my naïve little mind, I thought she wanted to get to know me better in a quieter setting. I accepted her offer, and we went up to her apartment. Once in her living room, Claudia motioned me over to her couch. She asked if I wanted a drink; I said water was fine. She walked with a pronounced wiggle into the kitchen, clearly for my benefit. I began feeling very uneasy about this.

"A few minutes later I heard an, 'A-hem,' and when I looked up my eyes nearly popped out. Claudia was wearing a sheer yellow nightgown, which left nothing to my imagination. Her breasts were nicely sized, with big areolas and pencil erasers for nipples. She definitely got my engine running.

"I drank in her beauty. At first my eyes were fixed on the thin fabric hanging invitingly down her front, her hard nipples created a trail which I followed down to her unshaved..."

"Humph," Lynn rasped, "Sam I like you, I like you a lot. But please spare me anymore bodily details, okay?"

"Sorry," Sam apologized, turning a little red. Then she picked up the story again.

"Before I knew it, Claudia was next to me on the couch, rubbing her body against mine, trying to kiss me. As infatuated as I was with her, I immediately stood up and told her that I don't kiss women in negligees on the first date, and I most certainly am not a one-night stand."

Sam looked directly into Lynn's eyes hoping for a reaction.

Catching an imperceptible nod of agreement, Sam's breathing became more pronounced, inhaling deeply she started the next portion of her story.

"Claudia looked at me like I was the stupidest thing on the planet! She asked me if I found her attractive — which I did. She laughed at me, and didn't believe me when I said I wanted to get to know her first before becoming intimate. Claudia scoffed at me. She said she wasn't interested in getting to know me; it was my hard-body she wanted! She tried kissing me again. I gently pushed her away, and politely asked her to stop.

"Claudia smirked at me as she said, 'sure you do baby, but I know better. Come with me and I'll prove it to you.'

"Grabbing my arm she pulled me towards her bedroom. I jerked away, and started walking towards the front door. I couldn't believe this woman, I tell her no, yet she still comes on to me."

Lynn gently patted Sam on the arm subtly encouraging her to continue. Sam's voice got softer recounting the end of the date.

"Then Claudia really stunned me. She got into my face, bad mouthing me. She called me a bitch, a fucking stupid cunt, and a dim-witted moralistic piece of shit. Remembering my fight with Brittany, I ignored her and just walked out the door. I kept telling myself she's not worth it. My dignity was more important to me than a one-night stand. And she certainly wasn't worth a night in jail either. As I closed the door behind me, I could still hear her ranting."

Sam got louder as she growled, "Driving home, I was pissed. I couldn't believe it. Was I that stupid? I made up my mind after that fucked up evening, I wasn't going to date again for while."

Sam's voice became tentative, "When I woke up this morning, I remembered what happened last night. It bothered me a little — actually a lot. But I went about my business. Early this afternoon, I had just put the ribs into the oven for this evening's barbeque when out of the blue, Alexis popped into my head. Her image hit me like a ton of bricks. I realized for the first time, I may never have anyone to share my life with. I'll be all alone. I began to cry, wasting an entire afternoon wallowing in self-pity. Lynn, I wanted to stop you from coming over, but I didn't have a way to contact you. When you rang the doorbell, Major began barking...I wasn't going to answer the door. Then you knocked and Major's bark became insistent. Something inside me told me to answer the damn door. I finally opened it, and there you were...I'm sorry Lynn," Sam began to quietly whimper.

Lynn gently pushed Major off his lap. Lynn got up and walked over to the sad woman. He leaned down and embraced her with a big hug. Sam, sniffling, pushed her head into his chest. She wrapped he wrapped her arms around him and squeezed him tight.

Lynn surprised at her response calmly began to stroke her short black hair and with a soothing voice said, "I understand Sam. I like to take things slowly too. One-night stands aren't worth the paper they're printed on. Too risky, and not fulfilling; well at least not for me, and I guess for you too."

A big smile of encouragement beamed from his face.

"I wouldn't be too upset over that floozy." Gently he grabbed her face, looking directly at her with an easy firmness, "She wasn't worth it — you are." Pausing to let the words sink in, "Don't you dare sell yourself short, okay? You're a strong woman, you'll find that special someone soon, I know it."

Sam looked at Lynn and smiled halfheartedly. She released him stood up and kissed the top of his forehead. Lynn blushed at her touch. Sam looked down at Major and gave him a pat.

"I think I will fire up that grill now. Would you please get the ribs out of the refrigerator?"

"Umm, Sam?"

"Yes Lynn?"

"Where's the kitchen?"

"Shit. Sorry, I forgot this is your first time here. Go down the hall and make a left. You'll figure out the layout after a few more visits."

"What do you mean after a few more visits?" a confused Lynn asked.

"Well, last I heard neither one of us wants a one-night stand right?" Sam's hands were firmly planted on her thin hips, scrutinizing the short wisp of man.

Laughing at her comment, "No I certainly don't, and next time you will need to come over to my place. I need to show you my etchings." Lynn looked at Sam with what he no doubt thought of as a lecherous leer as he mentioned his 'etchings'.

"Sure I'd like that." laughing at his cute remark she headed out to the patio, with Major on her heels.

Lynn watched her walk out, and enjoyed her pleasantness. He got angry when his thoughts turned to Claudia, and what that fucking bitch did to Sam. Shivering, he realized it took a lot of trust for Sam to share her terrible experience with him. Reflecting on her integrity, Lynn reflected on her integrity and was gratified to know that her moral makeup was similar to his. Yes, even if she was a woman, a warm feeling flooded his heart, brightness filling his soul.

With a light heart he gazed around the kitchen and quietly mused to himself,  'What's going on, and why am I so happy here?' 

"Where are those ribs at?" yelled Sam.

"Just a moment Sam, I'm getting them." Lynn opened the refrigerator door.  'Wow,'  he thought,  'they look good,' then taking a deep breath that filled his nostrils with the already delicious smell, he knew they would taste even better. Lynn wondered what she used for the dry rub.

Suddenly an evil thought entered his mind. With a devilish smirk he screeched, "Hey Sam!"

"Now what do you want Lynn?"

"What sort of rub did you use on these ribs?"

"Huh? Oh, umm, I used some paprika, chili powder, garlic powder, cocoa, salt, cayenne, a touch of brown sugar, and cracked black pepper, why?"

"Well," he sneered raising an eyebrow, "I was just making sure you didn't rub them with anything I wouldn't like to eat."

"What are you implying?" came the curious reply.

"Oh, nothing Saaammm," his shrillness surprised him.

Sam walked back into the kitchen and gave him a look that would freeze water in the desert. Lynn shrunk back a little pondering if he over-stepped his welcome.

Sam broke into a smile and said, "Gotcha back you little pervert. Now bring those ribs here before I smack you, and rub your cute little face where you and I don't want it to be."

Lynn laughed as he handed her the platter, and asked if there was anything else she needed done.

"Get me a beer, please." Sam wiggled her behind as she took the platter out to the grill.

"Sure Sam. Do you have any wine by chance?"

As she placed the slabs on the hot grill, Sam shouted back, "I bought some just for you; it's on the top shelf chilling in the fridge, my dear boy."

Smiling at her 'dear boy' comment, Lynn opened the refrigerator door and spotted the wine. He looked at the shape and color of the bottle and did a double-take. It wasn't just a bottle of wine — it was a bottle of Kendall-Jackson Grand Reserve from the central California coast staring at him. How could she have known it was his favorite?

"Sam?"

"Geez Lynn, now what?" Her impatience was emphasized by the sound of tongs dropping onto an empty plate.

"You picked a Chardonnay, and it happens to be my favorite! How did you know?" Lynn's blue eye's scrunched with puzzlement.

Walking in from outside, astonished by his declaration she exclaimed, "It's your favorite? I had no idea. I asked Shelly what you were drinking the day we met, and she said a Chardonnay."

Sam recounted the conversation she had with Shelly, after his abrupt departure.

***

"He was drinking a Chardonnay, why do you ask?" queried Shelly.

"What's the big deal Shell, can't I be curious?" Sam fired back dropping her fork on the plate with a loud clatter.

"Cool your pussy Sam; the way you two carried on at first, I thought you were old friends. I mean woman, you hugged him, you held him, you cried with him. I had no clue you didn't know him until you asked, 'Shell, who was that?' Pardon me for being nosy too." She growled, miffed at Sam's tone.

"I'm sorry Shelly, I was just curious that's all. I didn't mean to make you angry." Sam looked down at her plate picking up the fork.

"Don't worry about it Sam, like I told you earlier it seemed like you two 'connected'."

"We're just two strangers sharing a similar history, nothing more, nothing less."

"Don't get philosophical with me darling. Isn't it just a bit odd that two perfect strangers would share something as intimate as a break up, Sam?"

"I don't know Shell; it just felt right talking with him." Sam shrugged her shoulders taking the last pull from bottle number six.

"Call it what you will, you two connected, period. And that's all I got to say on that matter." Shelly responded with her best Forrest Gump impersonation.

Sam laughed and put a fiver on the countertop for a tip. Sam left the bar and jumped into her truck. A glance at the clock showed it to be six forty-five. She started the Silverado, and hoped that Alexis would be long gone when she got home. Sam gave the cheating bitch plenty of time to get her crap out. When she turned onto her street and saw the empty driveway, she let out a deep breath of relief.

***

"Anyway, when I was picking up the ribs, I remembered what Shelly said. I looked through the different varieties of Chardonnays, and why — I don't know — I picked that one," she told, him pointing at the bottle. "It seemed like a good one, and I certainly had no clue it was your favorite. I guess it's a small world, huh Lynn?"

 'Nooo, not that damn Disney song again! Please make it stop. Out demon, out, I exorcise you.' 

With a tremble in his voice, "Thanks for the thinking of me with the Chardonnay Sam, yes it's a sma..." cursing himself, unable to finish the sentence he turned looking for a glass.

"You're welcome," a confused Sam murmured seeing Lynn's face scrunch. She had no clue a 'small world' was tormenting him.

Lynn found a glass and filled it with the Kendall-Jackson Chardonnay. He set down his wine glass reached back into the refrigerator and grabbed a beer for Sam.

Lynn strolled over to Sam and with a flirty voice announced, "Here's your Blue Light, my dear."

With the grace of a veteran, Lynn performed a perfect bunny dip placing the cold beverage on the table. Sam was amused with his presentation and even more so when he fluttered his twinkling blue eyes, and blew her a big kiss. She shook her head in disbelief as she took a very long pull from the bottle.

At that moment in the most acerbic feminine voice possible, Lynn held out his upraised palm and declared, "Where's my tip?"

Sam immediately spat out her beer and laughed uproariously at his words. She was laughing so hard that she accidentally tipped the bottle and spilled more liquid on the floor. Major hearing the commotion ran into the kitchen. He spied the spilt beer and greedily lapped up the tasty liquid.

Sam looked at Lynn intently. It was all he could do to keep a straight face. Then in a mockingly serious tone she growled, "Oh I see, trying to get my dog drunk huh? Pray tell, my pretty little waitress: What are your intentions with my dog?"

Lynn couldn't contain it any longer. He broke down; he was laughing so hard tears flowed freely down his cheeks messing up his mascara. Sam, looking at Lynn's face with its smeared make-up, started to belly laugh. Finally after a few moments, Sam handed Lynn a napkin. Lynn wiped his tears and smiled at Sam, shaking his head. Arm-in-arm the two jilted people and one slightly tipsy dog walked outside to enjoy the wonderful aroma emanating from Sam's grill.

Dinner was very pleasurable for the two fast friends. They talked about their parents most of the evening. Lynn's folks still lived in the area; Sam's had moved to Arizona a few years earlier. Her dad had lung cancer surgery recently. Sam wanted to head out there, but her mom told her it was fairly routine, and not to worry. She relayed to Sam that the doctors were confident he would make a full recovery. It would be a long recovery, but her mom was confident she could handle it.




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Unfortunately, the surgery turned out to be a little more than a routine job. The cancer in his lung was more widely spread than the x-ray showed. It required removing about forty percent of the lung instead of the original fifteen percent that they had anticipated. The doctors assured her mom that they had gotten it all. Sam kept in touch using Skype and spoke with her mom every day, and a week after his surgery, her dad too.

Lynn smiled at the happy ending, but then he realized it was already past eleven. With regret, he announced it was time for him to head home. He placed a piece of paper in Sam's hand, and explained that it was his address and phone number. Looking at it, she thanked him.

Then, with his tongue firmly placed in cheek, he proclaimed, "That way if you want to stand me up, it will be much easier, and convenient for you!"

Sam chuckled with appreciation. She enjoyed his humor. Thinking a little, it occurred to her they were becoming good friends. Seeing Lynn preparing to stand, Sam immediately got up to help Lynn to his feet. After Lynn was up, Sam wondered why she was treating him in the same fashion that she might treat a woman. Fleetingly, she visualized Alexis, then as she looked at Lynn, Alexis disappeared.

Sam looked at his smooth face, and to her consternation she recognized how, well there was no other way of saying it, 'pretty' Lynn was for a guy. Sam thought of Lynn's face on a woman's body immediately started a small tingle between her legs. Startled at her body's betrayal, Sam's eyes bored into the far wall to avoid staring at Lynn. This unusual attraction bewildered her; she put it off to her long absence of intimate relations.

Confusing thoughts flooded Sam's head. She shuddered to herself,  'what's happening to me? 

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Diamonds In The Rough Ch. 04



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Again, open your mind and unlock your heart!


 Diamonds In the Rough Ch. 4 


****

Even before Lynn could leave, Sam quickly excused herself and headed to the bathroom.  She closed the door and quickly pulled off her jeans to expose her rapidly moistening pussy to the cool air.  Sam trembled with forbidden excitement.  She didn't care about Lynn still standing in the living room; she needed immediate and complete release.  Her thoughts turned to happier times as the young butch cupped her small breasts through her clothes. Sam squeezed her nipples, and kneaded the hardening points until they were firm and erect.  She lay down on the cool floor, and with a slow determination started her fingers on the path towards her hot wet sex.

Sam lingered briefly at her abdomen, and felt her hard stomach muscles throb.  She moved further down and with her forefinger traced a lazy circle around her navel and gently teased its rim.  Sam reached the crest of her neatly trimmed pubic mound and her hand stroked the hair tenderly pulling at the follicles of love.  Sam writhed at each pull then moaned deeply as she touched the lips of her highly energized pussy.  Her fingers massaged each lip as her womanhood bloomed and opened wider with each pass.  From underneath its sheath, her clit emerged desperately seeking attention. Sam probed into her wetness, rubbing the warm juices onto her hardened jewel.

Her body entered into a rhythm as the first of many orgasms began to coalesce.  Sam arched her back and bit her left hand to stifle her scream as one climax rolled into the next, and the next.  Spent, Sam slowly got up; licking her fingers she tasted her loveliness.  She gazed into the mirror and saw the reflection of a satisfied woman.  With great care, she finished cleaning the remnants of her wanton behavior and with thoughts of Lynn in her mind, Sam softly sighed, knowing her lust was now under control.

****

Lynn was pleasantly surprised when Sam helped him up from the couch.  It reminded him a little of Eric.  But this felt different; he couldn't quite put his finger on it.  Sam was so much stronger than Eric, maybe that was it.  Suddenly, Lynn's penis began stirring in his panties.  Glancing at Sam, he remembered the caring hug she gave him all those months ago.  Startled, he felt his cock swell at the memory.  Lynn was becoming very uncomfortable with this new sensation.  His feelings were real, yet the source of those feelings confused the lovely gay femme'.  It wasn't a man giving his prick life, it was Sam!  When she excused herself to use the bathroom, Lynn felt relief.

Cautiously Lynn waited for Sam to get out of sight, then he carefully readjusted his offending member.  Feeling very aroused, he pushed his hand beneath the silky panties where his fingers caressed his quickly hardening cock.  Lynn with a fond sadness remembered the feeling of Eric's lips surrounding his penis with moist heat. Lynn's back arched seeing Eric's cheeks collapse as the intense imaginary suction pulled hot blood to the very tip of his stiffening prick.  Eric's tongue rolled around the head and probed the tiny slit with the pointed end of his mouth's magic muscle.  With each dream suck, Lynn's thumb and forefinger circled the burgeoning head of his swollen cock.  Lynn continued his fantasy, as lust overcame his fear of discovery. 

Sighing, he longed to feel Eric's warm tongue caressing the tender spot under his penis' purple crowned head.  Lynn's erection throbbed noticeably as the memory of easing past his lover's anal ring became clear in his mind. He slid his prick deep into the depths of Eric's hot ass.  Lynn rubbed his cock faster as he remembered the hot fire of man-to-man love.  Lynn felt the impending release build and cupped his balls as he recalled the aftermath of their love making. Lynn always sucked his seed from the depths of Eric's bowels afterwards.

Lynn rubbed his clothed cock faster and with each stroke his forefinger lingered briefly on the tiny jewel underneath his manhood's crown. The electrifying sensations caused his knees to collapse slightly as the intense pleasure overloaded his senses.  Lynn had almost reached his climax when Eric's face began to fade, and another face slowly took shape.   In his mind's eye the vision transformed into...Sam!  Her eyes gazed lovingly into his as she now worked on his manhood.  Her smile was so seductive; it was like nothing he had ever seen before.  His hand pumped with a new found fury as he groaned in ecstasy at this unexpected highly charged scene.

Lynn's knees buckled as hot ropes of cum spurted from his cock and soaked into his green panties.  He staggered and moaned as the warm wetness grew, spilling past the elastic bands and down his trembling thighs. The flames of his passion extinguished, Lynn quickly released his softening cock.  He stared at his cum covered hand and licked the warm spunk savoring the pleasant flavor of his hot juices.  

Lynn stood stunned; he liked Sam but hadn't thought of her in a sexual context.  He shuddered, his confidence in who and what he was shaken when Sam jumped into his fantasy. Lynn adjusted his clothes, took out his hair brush and brushed his long blond hair, exhaling a long audible sigh.

"What did you say?" Sam asked, coming out of the bathroom.

"Nothing Sam. I just sighed thinking about how much fun I had with you today and how sorry I am that it has to end," smiling uncertainly at her as he put his hairbrush away.

"I had a good time with you as well."  Sam took a deep breath and thought about what just happened in the bathroom, and how that was a good time too!

Looking at each other, they blushed almost simultaneously, each wondered if the other had any clue what just happened.  Sam escorted Lynn to the front door. 

As Sam opened the door for Lynn, he nodded his thanks.  He turned and asked Sam when she could come by to see his place.  

"I'm not sure," Sam replied. 

Seeing Lynn's shoulders drop imperceptibly, Sam explained, "I just need to find out my work schedule first."

Lynn brightened up at that last bit of news.

"Oh, okay.  I understand; that makes sense — but promise me that you will let me know as soon as you can."

Sam was slightly surprised at his reaction.  Lynn seemed quite anxious to see her again. Maybe he was one of those people for whom politeness demanded that they reciprocate as quickly as possible. 

Lynn was surprised at how strongly he wanted to see Sam again too.  In fact he was surprised at quite a few of his reactions today!  

Major appeared at his side, and Lynn reached down to pet him. His tail began to wag, until Lynn stopped and turned to leave. The black dog began to whimper

"Don't worry, you little traitor, he'll be back," she scoffed.

Major looked at Sam chuffing a little.  "Stupid dog," she muttered to herself, albeit with a smile on her face

Sam grasped Lynn's hand and said good night. Lynn replying in kind, turned to leave.  Before Sam could close the door, Major rushed through it, stopping in front of Lynn wagging his tail.  She was startled that Major ran straight to Lynn.

"Damn it Major, it's late, get back into the house now!" she demanded.

"Easy Sam, I'll get him."  Turning to the dog, in a firm yet feminine voice, and pointing to the ground as he commanded, "Major, come here now."

Without hesitation, Major sat down in front of Lynn.  Sam looked at the animal incredulously.  Grasping Major by the collar, Lynn led him to Sam.

"Here you go, one Belgian Sheepdog surprise!"  Lynn chuckled as he handed the dog over to his owner.

Sam mumbled, "Yep, a surprise for me, that's for sure."  Taking the dog's collar from Lynn's hand she gave Major the 'evil eye' as she told the impetuous sheepdog to sit.

Sam looked at the blond haired man before her with a sheepish smile, "Thanks Lynn, good night.  C'mon Major let's get inside."

The dog looked at Lynn as he pranced into the house.  

Lynn watched the door close. Walking to his car, he realized it had been a long time since he'd had this much fun. He felt embarrassed about masturbating in Sam's living room, but the feeling was so enjoyable that he could hardly regret it. The last time he experienced something that delicious was with Eric when they...shaking off the memory, before it upset him, his thoughts turned back to Sam.

He liked Sam a lot, but she was, well, a woman.  He didn't know what to make of her.  She wasn't bad to look at.  He thought her short black hair was quite attractive; perhaps her nose was a little big, but it gave her a manly quality.  Coupled with those brown eyes, she was downright handsome. Yet he just couldn't get past the fact she was a woman.  

He started his car and realized it was her personality and sensitivity that really turned him on; he wished she was a hunk of a man. But she wasn't.

 'Damn it, but, but, but.  Too many damn buts; I like her, so what if she's a woman.  She's a friend first and foremost.  Leave it at that.' 

Lynn put the car in drive and headed for home.

Unbeknownst to Lynn, Sam was watching him through the drapes. Sam knew she really liked Lynn; he was a kind person who was very genuine.  But he was a man.  He wasn't bad looking either, for a man.  She liked his smell — the perfume he wore was delicious.  She would have to ask him what it was.  His blond hair amazed her.  He would make a pretty girl; but, she thought, shaking her head,  'He's a man.' His femininity is attractive, but he is a man, a gay man.  Still, she thought, it was his image that led her to the bathroom for much needed relief.

 'Damn it, but, but, but.  Too many damn buts; I like him, so what if he's a man.  He's a friend, and I like being with him, period.' 

 Sam looked at Major and had to laugh. He had his head cocked in such a way that he looked like he was saying, "Whuff the fuck?"

****

Two weeks had passed when Sam's cell phone rang.  Picking it up she recognized the number. "Hello Lynn."

"Hi Sam. I was wondering if you had any plans this weekend; perhaps you would like to see my etchings?"  Lynn lightly chuckled with anticipation.

"Sorry Lynn, but I have a date Saturday night."

"And who is the lucky lady?" Lynn responded, trying not to sound disappointed.

"No one you know," was her playful response.

"I figured as much.  You have a good time, call me when we might be able to get together. My 'etchings' await you."

Laughing at the thought of his etchings, "No problem, I will.  Have a good day."

"You too Sam," Lynn closed his phone, wondering if they would ever get together again.

For the next half hour, Lynn looked at the drawings on his desk as he tried to get his mind off of her.

Suddenly his phone started playing an old Bobby Vinton song.

 Lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely, I have nobody for my own, I'm so lon.... 

Lynn looked at the number and smiled. "Hi Danny, how are you? ...Yeah, me too...Tomorrow night? ...Great, love to...You want me to pick you up? Umm, yeah I guess...Seven-thirty?  Okay, I'll be there...Hugs, bye."

Lynn was disappointed.  This was his third date with Danny.  He was hoping to feel a spark, but didn't.  Danny was emotionally needy, and Lynn was tired of it.  He wanted to be wined and dined for a change.  He wanted to be picked up.  This is the last date with Danny boy, Lynn decided.  It was time for something different.

****

Lonely, I'm Mr. Lone...

"Hello? Oh hi Sam, how's it going?...Yeah, oh sorry to hear that...oh that's good, she was nicer than that bitch Claudia...sure I understand...Nope, mine didn't either, he was too much like me...That wasn't nice Sam...This weekend?...Sure, five? That's fine, see you then. Bye."

 As he closed his cell phone, Lynn thought it was about time she came over. It also occurred to him that he needed a new ring tone.  Bobby Vinton was getting boring.

A month had passed since he had been at Sam's place.  Lynn began making a list of what he would need to get in preparation for her visit.

Lynn was pleasantly surprised when he opened the door that evening.  Sam brought him a bouquet of lovely flowers!  Sam gave Lynn a warm kiss on his cheek and walked into his house.

"I've missed you Lynn; now where are those etchings?"  She did her best to sound sincere while ostentatiously looking around his apartment for his legendary etchings.

"I missed you too, Major," Lynn announced, ignoring Sam for the moment and petting the big black dog at her side. 

"Oh, thanks for the flowers Sam!  They're lovely. 'Etchings, etchings'? I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about." Lynn's hands waved in the air with mock irritation, which the grin on his face belied.

He showed Sam into the living room, and taking the flowers he went into the kitchen to find a vase.  Lynn unwrapped the gift and admired the tropical nature of the bouquet. He recognized Anthurium, Plumeria, and Orchids right away.  There was one he didn't know and all were surrounded by delicate ferns and baby's breathe.  Lynn was almost overcome with emotion at her thoughtfulness. It took a lot of effort to keep the tears of happiness inside.

"Oh Sam these are so beautiful." Lynn said with great warmth. "Thank you so very much. Sorry for teasing you earlier." he added with tenderness.  Lynn began to lovingly arrange the flowers in the vase.

"Don't worry about it Lynn; I expected you would do that," she said, as she patted Major on the head.  Looking around, Sam was very impressed with Lynn's apartment.  It was immaculate; a place for everything, and everything in its place.  If she didn't know better, she would swear a woman lived here.  

"Nice place, who's your maid?" she teased.

"Me, myself, and I, my dear Sam — that's who is the maid." Lynn sashayed back into the living room, carrying the flowers he artistically arranged.

With great care he set them down on the coffee table.  Seating himself, Lynn called Major over.  Without hesitation the big dog jumped onto his lap. Sam laughed as Major began cleaning Lynn's face.

"Major, take it easy boy, easy."  In between doggie kisses, Lynn looked at Sam, "Forgive me; I'm not being a good hostess.   Would you like a drink?"

"Not at the moment, but thank you.  Something sure smells good."

"That's prime rib just out of the oven; I'm also serving a fresh salad, with baked potato, and green beans."  Pride emanated from the young man.

"Sounds delicious, but I was referring to you Lynn.  What are you wearing?" Sam asked inquisitively, with a smile on her lips.

Lynn surprised at her question happily replied, "Why, I'm wearing Calvin Klein 'Euphoria.'" His face beamed with delight, "You like it?"

"Very much so, it smells — delicious."  Quickly, not wanting Lynn to see she was getting aroused, she added, "Dinner smells great too. When do we eat?"

"As soon as I get this mutt's carcass off my lap; about ten minutes.  The meat has been resting just about fifteen minutes.  So it should be almost ready to carve."

"Fantastic. Would you mind if I carved?" Sam asked.

"Not at all, I was going to request that you do the honors."

"Great minds think alike," Sam agreed, then, standing up she looked over at Lynn and Major on the couch.

Lynn first chuckled, then began to moan about the dog hair on his shirt.  Sam snickered — she'd heard that one before. 

Dinner was a lot of fun.  The two caught up with each other and discussed their respective dates over the past month.  Soon the evening became night, and Sam needed to get home.

"Thank you for a wonderful evening. But it's past Major's bedtime so I need to get going."

"You're so welcome, and thanks again for the flowers.  Would Major like a people's bag?"

"Don't you mean a doggie bag?"

"Nope, after watching you eat, Major won't be getting any leftovers, so it's definitely a 'people's bag'," a smirking Lynn clarified.

Looking up at the sky, Sam's voice pleaded with the heavens, "Why did I come here?"

"Because you love me, and you wanted to see my etchings!"  The sultry feminine male batted his eyelashes at her.

"What etchings Lynn?" she asked suspiciously, ignoring the love portion of his comment.  Sam offered Lynn her hand and helped him up.

Gently, taking the offered hand, Lynn got up, and gave Sam a hug. She returned the hug and kissed him on his cheek.  Inhaling his perfume, and enjoying the smoothness of his skin, Sam realized how much she missed being with this beautiful person.  She decided, man or not, she would make it a point to see him on a more regular basis.

After attaching Major's leash to his harness, Sam said their goodbyes.  

As he watched them leave, Lynn hoped to see more of this soft butch. She was beginning to really grow on him.

Outside as she headed to her truck, the gears began turning in the operating engineer's head.  Looking at her dog, she asked him a question, "Hmmm, I wonder if Lynn would watch you when I have to go out of town?"  She felt confident Lynn would be willing.  At their next get together she would ask him.

Sam called Lynn a few days later and asked him if he would like to stop at Gigi's for a drink on Tuesday.

Lynn replied with an enthusiastic, "Yes, I would love to."

Lynn walked into the bar and saw Sam at a table near the dart boards. He headed over and extended his hand to greet her.  She surprised him by getting up, grasping his hand, and planting a warm kiss on his cheek.  Then she really got him flustered when she held his chair out for him.

 'Wow, this is really sweet, Sam's treating me like a real lady, I could get used to this.' 

Sam sat down and called to Shelly asking her to bring Lynn a glass of Chardonnay.  With a smile, Shelly reached for the bottle and poured Lynn's drink.  Shelly thought about the conversations she'd had with her partner Annie about these two.  They both could see there was a connection.  But they weren't quite sure if it was as good friends or something more.  Regardless of what type of friendship, Shelly was pleased. Sam was happy again, and very surprisingly, Lynn appeared to be the cause.

There was a big change in the small broken man who sat so sadly at the bar those many months ago too.  Lynn was a happier person.  With his long blond hair, and just a touch of makeup, he lit up the room.  Shelly grinned when she thought about his frilly walk, the cute little sashay, and his twinkling blue eyes decked out with varying shades of mascara and eye shadow.  Lynn was definitely a very cheerful femme'.  What fascinated Shelly though was the interaction between the two of them.  She couldn't quite pin it down, but whatever it was, it made her feel good to see them both happy again.  

After she dropped off the drinks for Sam and Lynn, she walked over to where Annie was sitting. Shelly asked her partner in love, "What do you think about those two now, honey?"

"I don't know Shell.  They seem really sweet together, but I don't think there's anything more to it," Annie said taking a sip of her drink.

"You think not?"

"No, I think they are just good friends. 

"They were both going through painful breakups when they met; so they somehow formed an emotional connection. But I'm positive within a short while, we'll see them both in here with dates.

"Besides, I never understood what Sam saw in that cunt Alexis anyway. On a superficial level, Sam acted like she was in love, but Shelly, I never saw 'the look', the look was missing."

 Wincing at the word 'cunt', Shelly stared curiously at her partner. "What look, Annie?"

"The look you have on your face when I watch you wake up in the morning.  The look I see in your eyes after we make love.  The look that warms my heart when we're together." Annie tenderly reached for Shelly's hand intertwining their fingers.




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"You know, you're right. I never saw it in Sam when she was with Alexis either," replied a stunned Shelly.

"How long have we known Sam?  Eight, nine years now?"

"Yeah, about that long I believe."

"Well my dear, how many different girls have you seen her with?"

"Including Alexis?  I can think of maybe two or three others; I haven't seen her with many."

"Right, for the most part, just that cunt," Annie's eye's glared with disgust thinking of Sam's ex.

"Come on Annie, drop it with the 'cunt' talk."

"Damn it Shelly, she was.  You and I both know that cun... that tramp was just using Sam to feather her fucking nest.  That piece of shit was living off Sam."

Annie took a much needed swallow of her Seven and Seven and continued, "At first, yeah, Alexis was faithful. But when Sam started working those out-of-towners, it wasn't long before she began to stray.  Then all of a sudden, Alexis gave it up for a while.  I was hopeful for a time that she might've changed her ways.  Well, I guess she proved a leopard can't change its spots.  When Brittany showed up, Alexis went right to her bed without a moment's hesitation.  Once a cheater always a cheater," Annie snorted.

"Yeah I know.  I heard she moved out of town after the break up.  She couldn't face anyone after what she did to poor Sam."

"Tough shit, she ain't getting any sympathy from me. Come over here my love, I need a kiss." Annie looked at Shelly with lust.

Shelly leaned over and gave Annie a long tender kiss.  

"MMMH, I needed that after talking about that cun... I mean bitch Alexis.  Thanks baby cakes."

"You're welcome, my beautiful one."

Shelly smiled and looked over at Sam and Lynn animatedly talking.  She was amazed when she saw Sam give Lynn a set of keys.  Shaking her head in disbelief, she took a sip of her water, when something caught her eye.  Shelly focused intently on the couple and was startled by what she saw.  Shelly recognized — 'the look' on Sam and on Lynn's face.  Yet even more confusing was that both were oblivious to it. Shelly realized that maybe; just maybe Annie was actually wrong.

****

The next time Shelly saw the two of them together, it was on a double date.  Both Shelly and Annie watched the interaction between the foursome with interest.  It was obvious to the two women that Sam and Lynn were not interested in their respective dates, but spent the entire time yakking with each other.  It wasn't long until the man and woman simply got up and left.  An hour went by before Sam realized her date left.

"Shelly!  Where did our dates go?" Sam frowned looking around the bar's perimeter, noticing that Lynn's date had gone too.

"Sam, they both left about an hour ago.  You and Lynn were so engrossed in your conversation that they took off."

"That's just wonderful," Lynn growled, "How am I supposed to get home now?"

"Don't get your panties all bunched up.  I'll take you home," Sam told him, a little smirk on her face.

"Oh, thank you my knight in shining armor," Lynn teased, snuggling into Sam's arms.  Lynn pretended to swoon, if you could ignore his looking up and grinning up at Sam.

"Cool it woman, or you can walk home!" she said as she gently but firmly removed the small man from her bosom.

"Yes, my knight," Lynn purred. Sam was clearly amused as hell at Lynn's antics.

Sam handed Shelly a twenty and helped Lynn stand up. Then to the surprise of all of the denizens of the bar, the couple walked arm-n-arm out the door.  Shelly looked at Annie and smiled.  Annie simply shrugged her shoulders. As Shelly cleaned the now empty table, a dangerous plan began to develop in her mind.

****

It was Monday the following week; Sam called Lynn asking if he could watch Major for her.  She apologized for the short notice, however; the regular tower crane engineer's wife went into labor the night before, and they needed Sam in Indiana for a few days by that afternoon.

"Can you come over now, so I can show you a few things?"

"I'll be there in a half-hour," he replied.

When Sam opened the door for Lynn, she was greeted with a, "Good morning Major! Oh, hi Sam.  How's it going boy?"  The dog sat there and wagged his tail patiently as he waited for Lynn to pet him. Sam sighed, she was getting used to his 'welcomes'.

"Lynn, thanks for doing this on such short notice. I'm so sorry."

"This is why you gave me your house keys at Gigi's, Sam — for emergencies.  No worries."

Something caught Sam's attention.  Her nose sniffed the air.

"What are you wearing Lynn?  It smells so good." Sam sniffed the air with delight.

Lynn blushed, "You know exactly what I'm wearing.  It's your favorite perfume. I knew you'd recognize it."

"Yes, I do, and if you weren't a guy, I'd be all over you too." Sam said throatily.

Lynn batted his eyes at Sam, who almost shyly looked away.

"Cut that out Lynn!" Sam's demanded, her voice becoming very husky. "Or I'll give you a spanking!"

"Promises, promises, Sam," Lynn responded trying to make light of her threat, and completely embarrassed at what her 'threat' was doing to him.

'What's wrong with you, quit teasing him like that. Stop it right now.' 

"Sorry Lynn, I didn't mean it."

"That's fine Sam.  If you can't joke with me then who can you joke with.  Besides, I see some pokies!" Lynn cried with glee as he pointed at her nipples straining through her work shirt.

Sam blushed, and complained, "Damn it Lynn, that's not fair!" covering her headlights with her arms.

"All's fair in love and war, my dear Samantha," making it a point to use her full name.

Sam looked at him smirking, "Okay Lyndon." 

His jaw dropped, "How did you know my real name?"

"I didn't. I just assumed what it was, just like you did about Samantha."  Handing him a checklist for Major, she grinned, "Here you go  Lyndon,  this should keep you busy."

Wincing at hearing his full name again, he quickly gave in, "Okay Sam, you win; call me Lynn not Lyndon, please?  Pretty, please?"

"Sure Lynn, just remember its 'Sam' okay?"

"Yes Sam, consider me reprimanded. I will only speak the short version of your name from now on." Lynn softly chuckled at their back-and-forth.

Sam snickered a little and said, "I have to get going now."  She leaned into him and inhaled deeply.  Sam loved his perfume and soft smooth skin. She gave him a long lingering kiss on the cheek then turned to get into her truck.

Lynn blushed at her kiss, and the way she sniffed at him.  He told her to have a good week, and not to have a worry or a care about Major.

Then, without thinking, Lynn came up behind her, turned her around and gave her a big hug.  He almost cried when he told her to be careful.

Lynn ever the jokester quickly recovered, and pressed his chest into Sam's small breasts and rubbed up against her nipples to hide his melancholy at her leaving.  

 Sam pulled back with a mock look of disgust on her face, "Tisk, tisk, you bad little girl!  You're being very, very naughty!"

Lynn stared into her brown eyes and shyly flitted his lashes.  His long lashes had a touch of mascara that accentuated their length.   Sam gazed into his baby blues and was shocked.  Not by Lynn, but by the tingle haunting her nether regions.

Composing herself, Sam smiled as she spoke, "Bye Lynn, bye Major, I'll see you two soon."

 "Bye mon beau Sam, vous voir bientôt trop," Lynn poetically replied.

"Damn it Lynn what did just you say?"

"Oh sorry," his voice dripped with honey, "I said, Bye my handsome Sam, see you soon too."

Sam looked at Lynn, shook her head and walked to her truck.  She got in waved goodbye, and started the four hour drive to Evansville, Indiana.

Watching Lynn get smaller in her rear-view mirror, Sam asked herself another pair of simple, yet difficult questions:

 'Who am I; and what am I doing with this man?' 

Lynn was in a quandary himself. Closing the door he looked at Major.  The dog chuffed at him.  Leaning down he gave Major a scratch behind the ears.  The gay man was as confused about Sam as she was about him. When Sam leaned in to inhale his perfume, he felt aroused in his loins.  Then when she kissed him, both of his heads spun.

Lynn looked at Major and asked the same two questions:

 'Who am I; and what am I doing with this woman?' 


 Thank you for reading!

Comments and feedback are always welcome.  Chapter 5 is in the queue, and should be out shortly!! 



Diamonds In The Rough Ch. 05



 Thanks to SoCalOvid for his tireless work editing my stories. Any mistakes you see are mine and mine alone.

If you haven't done so, please read the previous chapters first.And please, open your mind and unlock your heart! 

 Diamonds In the Rough Ch. 5 

** * **

Curled up on the back porch eyes closed, Major enjoyed the warmth of the afternoon sun. Ears twitched at a very faint rustle, SNAP!  In a flash the canine's long legs propelled him swiftly towards the huge silver maple, the squirrel wise to the dog's tricks quickly ascended the tree chittering at the hapless dog. Major his jaws snapping jumped up the tree and loudly protested the angry rodent's presence in 'his' domain. The squirrel climbed higher up into the branches. He looked down and flicked his tail at the hapless dog continuing to vocally disapprove the invasion of 'his' domain. With one last grunt, Major's intended prey turned and crawled into the waiting nest at the top of the tree. Major satisfied with a job well done, turned and ran back to the house. He stood patiently and waited for the door to open.

Lynn watched the amusing show from the kitchen window. When it ended, he went over and praised the 'guard' dog through the screen. Lynn told Major to sit, and when the dog did, he opened the door to let him in.

Lynn sat back down at the table, and sipped on the cold grapefruit juice and picked up his pencil again. Writing the number '1' in the last box of the little book that he'd picked up in the puzzle section of his local bookstore, he put his pencil down. "Finished, only eighty-seven more to go."

'Another Sudoku puzzle bites the dust.'  He thought with satisfaction.

Major made a low growl, Lynn looked at his watch. "Right on schedule."

He put the empty glass down, and headed to the front door. Major's head cocked as Lynn sashayed to the main entrance. The dog's hackles went up at the sound of letters being dropped into the mailbox. Major looked at Lynn and with pleading eyes begged for permission to attack the intruder.

"Easy Major, easy," Lynn said, patting the dog on the head. "Good boy." Lynn raised his hand and gave the hand signal to sit, then palm facing the dog; stay.

Major complied as instructed. Lynn opened the door and reached into the mailbox pulling out four letters, and several sales bills. He closed the door, and walked to the table. He separated the mail and placed each piece into the appropriate pile to make it quicker for Sam to go through when she got home later this week.

He gazed at his watch again, "Time to go Major, I'll see you in a few hours."

Lynn threw the dog a biscuit and picked up his light blue spring jacket off the chair back. Before he could get an arm in the sleeve, whimsical music began to play. Opening the jacket pocket, the voice of Olivia Newton-John filled the room.

 I...heard...that you're on your own now, Sooo am I, I'm living alone now; I was wrong, so were you; what will you do? 

"Unbelievable," Lynn said, taking the phone out of his jacket, "This is the third time today she's called." Lynn wondered what Sam could want now. "Ten phone calls in two days, this is getting ridiculous Major. Why did I agree to do this?" He muttered at the puzzled dog.

 Are you glad to be free? Are you feeling lost just like me? Longing for compa... 

"Hello Sam; what now? It's only been three hours." Lynn tried to sound upset, but he really wasn't, he enjoyed talking with his 'butch' bud.

"Umm, Hello? is this Lynn Jacobs?"

Lynn stunned at the deep baritone coming through the earpiece, quickly glancing at his phone, he looked at the number displayed to make sure it was Sam's.

"Who is this, and where did you get this phone?" Lynn said lowering his voice in a vain attempt to sound tough.

"I understand your reservations in answering my question." The baritone voice said sounding sincere. "Let me explain. My name is Jackson Brantley, I work with Sam Weatherly. Sam was hurt today on the job. Her injuries are not life threatening; however, she is pretty banged up. She had you listed as an emergency contact person."

Lynn slumped into the dining room chair, tears welling up.

"Lynn, Lynn are you still there?"

Lynn took a deep breath, "Yes Mr. Brantley I'm here." Lynn choking back tears asked, "Wh...wh...what happened to Sam, how is she?"

The femininity of Lynn's voice startled Jackson. He was flabbergasted,  'This is the guy Sam raves about?'

Jackson composed himself, "Calm down, calm down Lynn — Sam won't die. She has a broken kneecap, bruised ribs, a sprained wrist, and some facial contusions. We were walking back to our rigs after break when we heard a loud banging and clanging. We looked behind us and there was a forklift on its side, and a stack of six inch pipes heading for us."

He took a deep breath, "We moved out of the way, but...Alvarez froze." Jackson, vainly trying to control his tears, continued. "We yelled at him to get out of the way. Then Sam realized he wouldn't make it, she...she..." The big man's voice finally broke, "ran over and pushed him out of the way. One of the pipes just clipped her knocking her to the ground." Both men were openly crying. "Before I could get...to her, the last...fucking pipe hit a rut, changed direction and ran over her leg. Her scream was...God damn it hurt so much to hear her pain, Lynn." Jackson sniffled as he took another deep breath. "Thank goodness she passed out. When I finally got there, her right leg below the knee was twisted funny. It looked like her leg was broken."

"Oh NOOOO," cried Lynn, "Where is she Mr. Brantley? Please, please, please, where is she!"

"Easy Lynn, easy; she was transported to Deaconess Hospital in Evansville. I just talked with our foreman, Max, a few minutes ago. That's when I found out her it was her kneecap that was broken not her leg. He also told me that she is in surgery right now for her knee. According to Max, once the surgery is complete, they will determine what to do next. I did overhear a nurse say that Sam will probably be transported to University Hospital in Cincinnati after surgery."

"Any idea when Mr. Brantley?"

"I would think in a few hours Lynn. University is close to home, and they will be able to take care of her better from what I overheard. Oh, by the way Lynn, please call me Jackson. Mr. Brantley was my father."

"What about when she gets out of the hospital?"

"Based on what I saw," Jackson shuddered, "she won't be walking for at least a week. I don't know what kind of care she will need at home."

"Thank you Jackson. Please let me know when they get ready to move her. Can you do that for me?" Lynn sniveled.

"Yeah, will do Lynn. Sorry we had to meet under such terrible circumstances. Sam likes telling us all about you. She is really happy that you came into her life."

"She does? She is?" Lynn, through his tears, blushed at Jackson's words.

"Yes, she always smiles talking about her 'gay' boyfriend," Jackson chuckled.

Lynn perked up at his words and with his unique femininity replied, "Sam is special to me too. She's my favorite 'butch' girlfriend."

Jackson laughed at Lynn's tone and words. If he didn't know better, he would've sworn these two were in love. He heard the fondness in Sam's voice, and now he heard the same thing in Lynn's.

Before Jackson could say another word Lynn gaily replied, "But my dear Mr. Brantley, Sam is a 'she', and I like only 'he's.'"

Jackson snickered at the gay man's soprano voice, "I understand completely; I am sure Sam feels the same way, except in reverse, and I told you to call me Jackson."

"Sorry Jackson, just trying to brighten up the dark mood. Thanks again; let me know when you hear something."

"Will do, goodbye Lynn."

Lynn pushed end on his cell phone, and slumped into the chair, "Oh Sam, I need your strong shoulders, and you need my smile." Burying his face into his hands Lynn wept anew.

Major looked at Lynn and began to whimper. Lynn through his sobs heard the Belgian cry and called him over. Major sat by Lynn's side, and placed his head on Lynn's thigh. He gazed into the chestnut eyes and unexpectedly saw sadness and pain. Lynn gasped at the sight, and began to quietly moan. Major hearing the soft whine leapt up, and licked the sad man's face. For the next ten minutes, gay man and dog comforted each other.

Finally, Lynn dried his eyes, and after a few moments opened his laptop; with a few keystrokes he was scanning the myriad of sites on severe knee injuries and their care. He book-marked a few, and then called Shelly at Gigi's letting her know what happened to Sam. Shelly asked Lynn if she and Annie could do anything. Lynn grateful for the offer; told her to hang tight. If they needed anything he would call.

Shelly sad that Sam was hurt, ended the call then looked at the phone and quietly repeated Lynn's words, "Thanks Shelly, if we need anything, we'll let you know." Shelly walked over to Annie and whispered in her ear, "He said, 'We will let you know?' You know what that could mean Annie?"

Annie having heard most of the conversation continued to stare into space ignoring her lover's comment. She picked up her full glass and took a very long swallow. As she set the glass down, Annie looked at Shelly, and asked for another. Shelly chuckled taking the empty glass from her lover. As she reached for the whiskey, Shelly started to hum a song.

 'It's a Small World After All' 

** * **

Lynn determined, based on his findings that the best way to help Sam was to move into her home temporarily and care for her, until she was able to walk comfortably on her own. He figured it would be a week or two at the most. Lynn wouldn't tell Sam. He knew she would protest. He decided to appeal to her from a monetary and practical standpoint.

 'That will confuse her,' he hoped. Lynn also believed that it was easier to beg for forgiveness rather than ask for permission.

Lynn checked out the spare room, and its sofa-bed. He decided it would be fine for a few weeks. Lynn called his clients, and cancelled his remaining appointments. It was already Wednesday, so he only had to reschedule two days worth of meetings. Lynn went to his apartment, and brought what he needed back to Sam's. She and Major were stuck with him now. Suddenly Lynn heard his phone. He hurried into the living room.

I...find...the days hard to face now Empty rooms... 

This time it was a safe and simple, "Hello, Lynn Jacobs here."

"Hi Lynn," Sam softly said, woozy from all the medications.

"SAM! Sam, how are you doing? How are you feeling, where's Jackson? When are you..."

Sam cut off his excitement. "Been better Lynn, been better. How's Major?"

"He's fine Sam, answer my questions please?" he implored his friend.

Sam haltingly began to answer Lynn's questions.

"The surgery went find, I'm bandaged up, and so full of painkillers that I haven't a care in the world, my love. They are supposed to transport me to University Hospital within the hour.

"I told Jackson to get home to his wife. I dazzled a cute nurse into getting my phone. I needed to talk to you, and let you know I'm okay. Can you call my parents, and let them know what happened?"

"Certainly Sam, that is number one on my 'to do list' after I'm done talking with you. I will make sure they know you are being well cared for."

Sam yawned; the painkillers were having the desired effect.

Sam's voice became a whisper, "Thank you for doing that. Umm, Lynn? Can you come to the hospital tomorrow, I want to talk about Major, and...and...I would like your company."

"Absolutely my dear, absolutely," not telling Sam that he had 'moved' into her place. Lynn said good-bye and closed the phone. He thought back to their conversation and his eyes lit up.

Did she say, 'my love'? No, I must have misunderstood her. She couldn't have said that," Lynn rubbed his hands through his hair, looked at Major and went to work clearing off the table; he was still trying to recall her exact words. Lynn gave up, shrugged his shoulders, and looked on the refrigerator for Sam's parents phone number. It was right where she told him. He dialed it, and waited for an answer.

"Hello," came a forceful, yet familiar sounding female voice over the phone. Lynn knew immediately it was Sam's mom, and he smiled because he also knew where Sam gets her rugged voice.

"Hello Mrs. Weatherly, my name is Lynn Jacobs; I am a friend of your daughter, Sam."

"Hello Mr. Jacobs, is Samantha okay?" She asked with at tinge of worry.

"Sam had an accident at work yesterday. She is in the hospital but is doing fine."

Mrs. Weatherly tried to interject, but Lynn gently continued his story, and related her daughter's situation. After he finished, Lynn learned their first names; then reassured Mary Anne and Sam's father Leonard, when he joined in the conversation, that Sam was in good hands, and would make a complete recovery. Lynn inquired how Leonard's recovery was coming along. He was happy to hear good news. Lynn then explained he would be the one to help their daughter, and make sure she was well taken care of when she got home.

"What do you mean take care of her?" Mary Anne asked Lynn. She was confused because he told her, that for at least the first week or two; Sam would need someone there on a continuous basis.

"I will be moving in temporarily, to give her the help she needs." He said with a firm voice.

"Lynn, umm, you know Sam is a Lesbian?" She asked, with curiosity.

"I certainly do Mary Anne, and it doesn't matter in the least. Sam is a good friend of mine who I deeply care for. I am happy to help her out." Lynn cheerfully replied, and with the last words, his feminine side came out. He sighed as their questions subtly changed from Sam to him. Lynn spent fifteen minutes explaining how Sam and his unique relationship started. Her parents listened intently as he briefly described their meeting at Gigi's and subsequent get togethers. Once he got them to understand his and Sam's relationship as best as possible, Lynn convinced them to stay in Arizona. He reassured them he would be in touch and keep them updated on their daughter's progress.

Mary Anne hung up the phone and looked at her husband. "There is more to his story than he is letting on Leonard. I can hear it in his voice when he speaks about our daughter."

Leonard silently counted to five, then she continued, "He says he is gay, but there was a lot of emotion in his voice when he spoke about our Samantha. Something is up, and I intend to find out. When she is feeling better in a few weeks, we are going to have a serious mother, daughter talk."

Leonard smiled at his lovely wife. He knew, once she had her mind set there was no talking her out of it. As he had done many times before, he would simply sit back and watch as events played out. He hoped there wouldn't be too many pieces to pick up this time.

** * **

The next morning, Lynn woke up to Major's whining. He reluctantly got out of bed at the dog's insistence. Lynn walked to the door and let Major out. He went to the bathroom, grabbed his towel and placed it on the closed toilet seat. He turned on the shower, and stepped into the cascading waterfall. Lynn started contemplating what to do after visiting Sam later today.

It was a fairly easy decision. He would give her house a thorough cleaning and make sure her bedroom was spotless and ready for her return. Content with his decision, he climbed out of the shower and toweled off.

Lynn dried his hair and dressed in a bright blue top with dark slacks. He put his hair up into a pony-tail, then adjusted his eyeliner to make sure his blue eyes sparkled. Lynn stopped at a florist and picked out a nice bouquet of roses for Sam. He wasn't sure a 'butch' would like it but he didn't want to see her without some small gift to give her. Lynn wondered if he should have gotten chocolates instead. Regardless, Lynn hoped it would brighten her day.

"Besides," he snickered, 'if she doesn't like them, she can always torment me about it.' he thought as he looked at the beautiful bouquet.

Lynn approached her room with trepidation. He was worried he would bawl like a baby when he saw Sam. Cautiously he peered into room 314, and almost immediately Lynn's heart skipped several beats.

'There she is!' 

Lynn saw that her right leg was tightly wrapped and elevated just above her head. He began to tremble seeing her right wrist tightly wrapped as well. Lynn studied her chest, and was transfixed by the rhythmic rise and fall. The gentle motion relaxed him enough to survey her face. He was puzzled at first; there was no sign of trauma. Lynn shook his head and realized he was looking at her left side. Lynn sighed with relief, noticing that Sam's eyes were closed, and there was a faint snore. Lynn, believing she was asleep very quietly eased into her room.

Slowly Lynn crept in, suddenly he was startled by, "Hi, Lynn glad you could make it."

"What? Oh dear, hi Sam, I thought you were sleeping. Umm...how did you know it was me?"

"Calvin told me, precious." Sam's said, her voice slurred slightly from all the different medications.

Lynn laughing said, "That's one hell of a nose you have my dear to pick out Calvin with all these other 'wonderful' smells."

Sam started to chuckle, but immediately winced because of the pain from her ribs. Lynn rushed to her side. She glanced up at him with a frail expression. Lynn tried not to grimace, and was shocked when he finally saw the right side of her face. The white of her right eye was red with blood; the surrounding area was swollen with marked bruising. Her right ear had a nasty abrasion, and there was a small laceration under her jaw line held together with butterfly stitches. Sam's right hand was very swollen, and discolored. Water spilled from his eyes. He moaned "Oh Sam..."

She took her left hand and wiped his tears. "It's alright Lynn, come on, I'm doing okay considering."

Sam noticed that Lynn had something behind his back. Then with a surprisingly perky voice she asked, "What do you have back there, something for me?"

Lynn wiped his nose, "Yeah, I couldn't find a new jack hammer, so I brought you some flowers instead."

Lynn smiled and presented Sam with a dozen roses. Sam looked at the roses, and began crying. She started heaving; her bruised ribs kept reminding her to stop, but she couldn't. Seeing the yellow roses overloaded her with thoughts of that cheating bitch Alexis.

Sam shouted, "TAKE those damn flowers out of here NOW!"

Lynn stunned by her anguished cry, immediately ran out of the room and nearly collided with a nurse hurrying in to see what the commotion was about. Lynn not knowing what to do, found a trashcan and quickly threw the flowers away. He found the waiting room and sat down. Lynn put his head in his hands and started keening.

'What happened?' He wondered,  'what did I do wrong? Oh no, she hates me. I thought she liked me, I thought we were friends.'

Lynn worked himself into a frenzy. Then it dawned on him, 'she's hurting, she's in pain, stop thinking about yourself, asshole.' He harshly admonished himself.

"Come on Lynn it's time to stop acting like a little girl and grow up. She needs you." He said with conviction.

Lynn calmed down, and began speculating on what happened. He thought it was the medicine or possibly she was allergic to flowers. After a few minutes, Lynn mustered his courage and was ready to leave the waiting room. Just as he got up, the nurse he almost ran into came into the area.

"Lynn, Lynn Jacobs?"

"Yes, that's me."

"Ms. Weatherly wants you to come back and see her."

"Okay." Lynn quietly replied.

Lynn peeked around the corner into Sam's room. She looked right at him, and motioned for him to come in. Tentatively he crossed the threshold and entered her room.




Diamonds In The Rough Ch. 05



Sam hesitantly explained to the confused man, "I'm sorry for my outburst, it wasn't your fault. When I caught Alexis, I had six yellow roses with me. Each rose symbolized a year of joy and caring. Do you remember when we first met; my right hand was bandaged up?"

Lynn nodded that he did.

"When we shared our experiences of betrayal that first day, I think I mentioned that I was so shaken by what she had done, that I squeezed the stems so hard that the thorns punctured my palm. Now every time I see yellow roses, I think of their other meaning: 'heartbreak and betrayal'. I thought I was over her, but the trauma, medications, and other things brought back some tough memories. Lynn...it was nothing you did, you were being so very thoughtful. Thank you."

"Sam, you never told me the color of the roses, I...I...didn't know. I am so sorry Sam, so very sorry." He was starting to weep.

Sam looked at him with a frail expression, "Stop it Lynn! It's okay, I understand that you didn't know."

"Thanks Sam, I appreciate your kindness."

Lynn pulled himself together and asked her when she was being discharged. Sam replied sometime tomorrow, but there was a complication. She would need to find a nurse, or someone to assist her 24/7 for the next week or two.

Lynn beamed, "No you won't."

Puzzled by his comment, "Why not, Lynn?"

"Well, to be perfectly honest, without getting your permission first I moved into your spare room. For as long as it takes you to get better Sam Weatherly, you are going to be stuck with me!" He informed her, his voice rose in pitch speaking her name.

Shaking her head Sam replied, "No Lynn, you can't give up your job for me; I won't let you." Sam was very firm, looking sternly at her friend.

Lynn regarded her words, then with a touch of feminity said,  "Renoncer à mon emploi? Quoi que vous a donné cette idée?" 

"Damn it Lynn! You know I don't speak French."

"I know; I just wanted to get your full attention. I said, Give up my job? Whatever gave you that idea?"

"How are you going to work?"

"Piece of cake; besides, who says I moved in to take care of you anyway? I'm doing it for Major, it's a male thing." Lynn said fluttering his eyes at the helpless construction worker.

Sam started to laugh, only to be reminded again of her ribs. Lynn apologized for teasing her and grasped her left hand.

Lynn held it very gently and with great sincerity and affection told the broken woman, "Sam, let me take care of you. I insist. I really like you, I consider you a dear, dear friend," and then he pulled out his trump card, "besides I already moved in, and it will save you a lot of money. Please?"

Sam thought about having a man live in her house. Albeit temporarily, but still...Oh what the hell. He was right; it would save her a lot of money not having to pay a visiting nurse, and she did like him, after all they had been spending a lot of time together these past months.

"Okay Lynn I agree, but just until I get back on my feet, deal?"

"Deal!"

Lynn knew full well that 'he' would decide when it would be time to leave her home. The two visited for a few more minutes until the nurse came in and shooed Lynn out. He leaned down and tenderly kissed her forehead, saying he would return the following day. Sam nodded, closing her eyes.

Lynn walked out of the hospital, pleased he was able to convince her he should stay at her house. Then he thought back to yesterday's conversation, when he could have sworn she said, 'love you'.

"And today she called me 'precious.'" He quietly said to himself.

Lynn was very puzzled with what was happening to their relationship, he thought to himself, 'I feel good, real good being with her. I have never really met anyone like her before. Eric was nothing like Sam. She is so'..."So genuine and sweet, and yes I daresay attractive too...for a woman!"

Lynn didn't realize he spoken the last words out loud. He looked up and saw a young couple with a baby carriage smiling at him. Lynn blushed slightly and strolled over to make a fuss over their child. As Lynn walked away from the happy family, he quietly mused.

'What's going on with me. Am I having feelings for Sam? This can't be. Not possible, not possible.' He thought as his pony-tail swished in the air. 'But I wonder, is this love?' Lynn began to fret as he climbed into his car and headed back to Sam's house.

Later that day, Jackson dropped off Sam's red Silverado. Lynn thanked the big man for taking the time getting Sam's truck from Evansville.

Jackson looked Lynn up and down as they shook hands. Knowing Sam like he did, Jackson could almost see why she liked this man. He was five foot six, with long blond hair, a very feminine face, and voice. He walked with a wiggle, and sometimes a giggle. But most important to Jackson — Lynn was a very pleasant person. He could hear the warmth emanating from Lynn's voice when he spoke about Sam.

Jackson saw his wife pull up; he said his good-byes and headed for the car. As he got in the car, he realized that he couldn't believe Sam would ever consider having a relationship with a man, let alone a gay man. However, who was he to judge? Sliding behind the wheel, he gave his wife a kiss.

Jackson watched Lynn go back into Sam's house. He began to muse to himself,  'What if it is love?'  Driving away he chuckled,  'No fucking way; no fucking way.' 

Lynn spent the next morning preparing Sam's room for her imminent return. He changed the bed linens, and began vacuuming the rug. Lynn began humming, the melody of his phones new ring-tone while he gracefully glided the vacuum cleaner around the room. He started vacuuming under the bed, when a horrible noise filled the room. BRZZSHSHZZ!!

"What the hell was that?" Lynn quickly shut off the squealing machine, and pulled it out from under her bed. Lynn's eyes grew as big as saucers when he saw what jammed the cleaner.

"Shit! That's a fucking strap-on harness! Damn, damn, damn I found her toy box!! Shit! Shit! Shit!" Lynn pranced around the room shocked at his discovery.

Lynn shuddered as he untangled the vacuum from the lifeless straps. Once the straps were free, he gingerly reached down and picked up the box putting it on her bed. Carefully Lynn lifted the skewed top off of the box to put the harness away.

Lynn looked inside, his eyes saw the boxes contents in all its naked glory. He couldn't believe what the box revealed; dildos, vibrators, and all sorts of gadgets designed for sexual pleasure. A cat's curiosity overcame the embarrassment as he scanned throughout the boxes interior. Lynn noticed a huge red dildo cut into several small pieces, and a pink vibrator with a curved egg shaped tip.

"What's this?" He shook his head at the sight. It was a flesh colored, anatomically correct, fake penis about seven inches long. It had a squeeze bulb attached to it. Lynn started to laugh.

"The damn thing can shoot!" he snickered. "Why the fuck do they want one that shoots fake cum? It doesn't make any sense. Heh, heh, heh, I wonder if they use a recipe or just fill it with milk? Do they warm it too?" Lynn' squealed with laughter.

He looked into the mirror and spoke to his reflection, "My dear woman, what's wrong with the real thing?" Lynn saw a faint image of Sam in the mirror beside him; he stopped laughing as he gazed into her eyes. He considered the true question as he scrutinized the artificial cock.

 'What is wrong with the real thing?' 

Lynn held onto that idea exploring it further. "Well, I guess it goes both ways. I love to stick my dick in men's asses. Isn't that similar to a straight guy screwing a woman? So why wouldn't a lesbian like to feel a fake cock in her pussy, and enjoy the sensation of getting filled by cum, even of the counterfeit variety? Seems logical to me, but I wonder...what's it like to do it the straight way? Ha, ha, ha, ha, logic smogic. The aroma alone, from what I hear, would stop me instantly. I'll take a clean male ass over a woman's pussy any time."

Lynn reminisced about Eric's ass. Sighing, he knew there was nothing better than licking Eric's asshole after he shot his cum into him. He loved doing that. Rim-jobs were his specialty. Eric loved his talented tongue.

Then he remembered his vision of Sam caressing his cock, her brown eyes full of lust. Lynn's dick began to stir as the scene shifted. He imagined for a brief instant sucking his cum out of Sam's pussy. Lynn startled by that thought returned to reality from his daydream. He had goose bumps as cold chills went down his spine. Lynn shuddered at the thought of doing a woman, but this wasn't just any woman. It was Sam. The coldness faded at her name as warmth filled his chest. He thought to himself,  'Could I do that with Sam?' 

Lynn remembered Marcus telling him a long time ago,  'A woman's pussy is worse than rotten tuna on a hot day.' 

Lynn was curious; if that was really true, but wasn't sure he had the courage to find out, 'besides',  he thought,  'that would require Sam to feel something for me too.'

Still, when he thought about Sam, she smelled like a cool morning dew and fresh spring rain. He began to question if Marcus really knew what he was talking about.

Lynn inspected the shooting dildo from afar, and he still wondered if Sam used a recipe to make pseudo cum, or just used milk. Maybe one day he would ask, but right now he had to finish cleaning the house. He carefully closed the box of fun and slid it back from whence it came.

Lynn began to smooth the comforter onto the bed. Lynn didn't realize Major had been in the room the whole time and was stunned when the dog jumped onto the bed and yanked it off. Lynn didn't know this was a game Sam played with Major. Lynn scolded the dog, and pulled the comforter back onto the bed. The dog saw that as another challenge. He jumped up grabbed the comforter and dragged it off again. Lynn admonished the canine, then seeing Sam's alarm clock he realized he better kick it up a notch.

"Shit, it's almost time to get Sam, I've got to hurry; Jackson's going to be here at any moment," he said, shooing the black dog out of the room so he could finish his work.

** * **

Lynn was grateful for Jackson's help getting Sam home. His presence was instrumental in making sure that she got safely into the house and up the stairs. Lynn was pleased at the tender care Jackson showed as he carried the heavily medicated woman to her bedroom. Lynn had been worried about Major's behavior too, but the dog sensed his mistress was in trouble, and stayed just far enough away to watch what was happening, yet not close enough to be underfoot. With Sam carefully tucked in bed, the two men quietly exited the room, and left the door ajar. Together they headed down the stairs. Lynn noticed that Major stayed behind to be with his injured mistress. He was impressed with the dog's dedication and loyalty to her.

** * **

Jackson gave Lynn his phone number, and told him to call anytime he needed help. When they shook hands, Lynn noticed how sweaty Jackson's palms were. He looked down at the dog now by his side, and slowly shook his head. Lynn closed the front door and silently gave thanks for Jackson's help today. 

"Sam is lucky to have such a wonderful friend like him," He softly said.

Lynn turned, and walked up the stairs to Sam's room. Major was at his side and padded softly in step. Lynn marveled at how quickly the dog calmed down from just a few moments ago.

Jackson got into his car and started the engine. He sat quietly, and wiped his sweaty brow.  'Calm down Brantley calm down, your fine, your okay.' Then he took a long deep breath and muttered, "Damn dog."

Jackson Brantley put the vehicle in drive, and started for home. His thoughts turned to Sam and Lynn as he pondered their peculiar relationship. Even dopey, he saw something in her eye when she looked at Lynn. And Lynn, even with his eye makeup, and what was certainly not a man's cologne had a similar look in his eyes when he looked at Sam. Jackson just couldn't wrap his head around it, but regardless, if Sam was happy that was all that mattered despite what sex the other person was or wasn't.

Jackson knew in his heart that was true.  'Who cares what their sexual preference is? Love doesn't that's for sure...'

 Thank you for reading!

Comments and feedback are always welcome. Chapter 6 will be posted soon!! Remember readers open mind, and open heart! 



Diamonds In The Rough Ch. 06



 Thanks to SoCalOvid for his tireless work editing my stories. I am lucky to have him for an editor!

Any mistakes you see are mine and mine alone.

If you haven't done so, please read the previous chapters first, the story will be much more enjoyable for you if you do.

And please, make sure to open your mind and unlock your heart! 

*** ***

Major lay down by Sam's bed and watched the men leave his mistress's room. He put his head on his front paws and closed his eyes. Major's ears twitched furiously as the downstairs sounds grew louder. Abruptly the dog picked his head up and looked at the open door.

*** ***

The two friends left Sam's room and started down the stairs. While they were saying goodbye, Jackson animatedly explained to Lynn that every single time he came over for an after work beer that dog would jump on him the entire time, and want to play. It usually took several commands by Sam to get Major to stop.

"That damn dog is hyper. Go, go, go, all the fricking time; but I'm sure you know that, right Lynn?" Jackson wryly asked, knowing full well what probably happened when Major jumped on the diminutive man.

"Actually," Lynn said to Jackson's chagrin, "Major has never jumped on me, and when I sit down, he climbs up onto my lap and lies down. In fact, Major treats me the same as he does Sam.

"And from what Sam tells me, she and I are the only two people he has never jumped on. I can't explain why," Lynn said with a shoulder shrug.

Jackson was dumbfounded by that revealing comment.

"Shit I know why," Jackson snickered loudly, "the damn dog prefers gays to straights! " Then he gave Lynn a very playful but sharp slap on the back.

Lynn played along and pretended to stumble. He also let out a loud moan to complete the gag. Suddenly, out of nowhere Major appeared with hackles raised and his teeth bared. The black dog quickly moved in front of Lynn, crouched down and faced Jackson. He growled menacingly at the startled big man. The angry animal slowly crept forward and began to stalk his prey.

"Whoa easy Major, we were just playing," Jackson said with fear in his voice as he gingerly backed away from the furious dog.

"Major down," Lynn instantly commanded, and the dog without hesitation immediately lay down, his eyes never left Jackson.

"Holy shit, you weren't kidding! Damn that dog listens to you better than he does Sam. Mother have mercy!" Jackson said as the dog looked up at Lynn then back at him with a small snarl.

"I doubt that, but I'm glad he listened now. Jackson, come over here quietly, and we'll get you two back on speaking terms."

"Umm, I'm not sure about that," Jackson replied still shaken by what just happened.

"Major needs to see that you're a friend. I read up on it when I did some research."

Jackson didn't move. Lynn with a surprising firmness said, "Jackson, come here now!"

Cautiously the gentle giant walked tentatively over to the black dog. Lynn instructed Jackson to hold his hand out palm up. Major looked a Lynn then at the hand before him. Suddenly the tongue came out and licked Jackson's trembling hand. Soon Major and Jackson were playing as if nothing happened.

After telling Lynn to call him anytime a very relieved Jackson said good bye and left; muttering a few choice words under his breath.

*** ***

Just before he entered her bedroom, Lynn studied Major very carefully. The dog glanced up and let his tongue flop. There was tranquility in his brown eyes. Lynn was stunned, he just realized what Major did for him.

 'He protected me, like I was family...just like family.'  He sighed as Major began to chuff slightly.

Lynn put his finger to his mouth and quietly shushed the dog. He carefully pushed the partially open door and peeked in. He saw Sam was peacefully asleep. Relieved that the earlier commotion didn't wake her, he went to the kitchen. Major curled up in the corner and closed his eyes. Lynn went to work on the evening meal. Vegetable beef soup was on the menu tonight. He was certain it would be a day or two before Sam was ready for solid food like those wonderful ribs she made a little while ago. He figured a soup with fine cut veggies would be just the ticket.

A few minutes went by when Major lifted his head and began to softly growl. Lynn put a finger to his lips and quieted the dog. Major put his head back down but kept an eye on the door. Lynn walked over in anticipation of the knock. Sure enough a few seconds later there was a soft tap on the door. He opened the entry way, and saw the delivery girl from the pharmacy with Sam's prescriptions. She gave him the package, which he immediately opened and verified its contents. Once he was content that it was correct, he went to the table and opened his handbag. Lynn pulled out a crisp five dollar bill, handed it to the young girl and thanked her for the quick service. Lynn closed the door and went back to the kitchen. He placed the meds on the back part of the counter, so Major couldn't get them by accident. He looked down at the sleeping dog and smiled. Lynn set out some pills with a glass of water, went back to the stove and stirred the soup.

His ears perked when he heard the faint cry of, "Lynn? Lynn can you come here?"

Lynn picked up the pills, along with a glass of water, and he hurried up the stairs to her bedroom. Lynn looked at Sam and knew something was amiss.

"What do you need my knight?"

"Can you help me to the bathroom, I need to pee," Sam asked with a slight blush.

"Sure," he said as he handed her the pills. "Take your meds, and I'll get your crutches for you."

Sam took the pills with her left hand, and placed them in her mouth. Lynn handed her the water glass, and she swallowed the medication. Lynn grabbed the two crutches, and carefully helped her sit up. Once in a sitting position Lynn gently placed her robe over her shoulders. He handed her the crutches, and stepped back to give her room. He wanted to help, but he knew Sam all too well. She would have to try on her own first. He smiled inside at her determination and willpower. Lynn watched intently as Sam gingerly made the attempt to stand. She did her best to keep the weight off her right leg. With an exasperated sigh, Sam winced, shook her head no and sat back down.

"What's wrong?"

"My right wrist is still too sore. Jackson pretty much carried me up the stairs when I first got home. I don't know if I can make it to the bathroom without your help." Frustration was very evident in her voice as she continued, "If you could come over here and let me put my right arm around your neck, I can lean on you and stand up. With a little teamwork it should be simple to get to the bathroom. My ribs should be okay, they're tightly bandaged."

Lynn, not quite exactly sure what Sam wanted, walked over and sat at her right side. Awkwardly she put her arm around him, and was very careful how she positioned her sprained wrist. She looked at Lynn, and then on the count of three, they both stood up together. The pair wobbled like two drunks at first, but once they got a rhythm going, they managed to make it to the bathroom in one piece. Sam laughed that they were actually successful, thanked her human crutch, and patiently waited for him to leave the room.

"Umm, Lynn you can go now. I can handle it from here," Sam said, looking pointedly at Lynn and then to the doorway.

"Oh, sorry, I'll be right outside." Sheepishly he left the room and closed the door.

Sam carefully eased down onto the seat. Once finished, she made several fruitless attempts to stand. Discouraged, she realized the only thing left for her to do was call Lynn. Sam was self-conscious, and embarrassed at having to ask Lynn for help, but the alternative was spending a long time sitting in a small windowless room on a very uncomfortable seat.

"Lynn, I have a problem. I can't get up off the seat," Sam said with a blush. "Umm, do you think you could help me without —umm embarrassing either one of us?" Sam struggled to find the right words for her predicament.

"I think I can manage that." His voice quivered ever so slightly, "It's not like I would get turned on — or anything like that. Let me know when you're ready." Lynn's heart beat a little faster, and not knowing what to expect made him a little nervous.

After a few moments Sam gave Lynn the green light. He opened the door, and saw her sitting on the pot. She looked exhausted, and she motioned for him to approach. Lynn breathed a small sigh of relief, as modesty prevailed. With a shaky smile to break the tension he walked over to lend his assistance to the strong young woman. Lynn gently grabbed her left arm, he placed his left hand under her right arm, and they slowly rose together. Sam slipped at the last moment and grabbed Lynn tightly around the neck pulling him into her shoulder. The young woman blushed, then looked into his eyes and apologized.

Lynn stared at her brown eyes, and for the briefest of moments was lost in their beauty. He instantly snapped out of his trance and together they cautiously headed back to her bed. Lynn helped Sam lay down and gently propped her leg up with some extra pillows. He tucked her in and then, as if he'd done it a hundred times before, Lynn leaned down and kissed her tenderly on the lips.

"What...what was that for?" Bewildered by his apparent affection Sam peered softly into his eyes looking for answers to her unasked questions.

"Sorry, it just felt right," he replied timidly, unsure of his reason or...feelings.

"I didn't mind, and thank you for answering me. It felt pleasing to me too." Sam opened her mouth and yawned, "But now I think I would like to get some sleep."

"I have some soup cooking, so whenever you're ready to eat, let me know."

"Well thank you 'Nurse Lynn,' I look forward to it." Sam closed her eyes, sighed and started to doze.

Lynn briefly forgot what just happened, amused by her comment and with his unique feminine voice replied, "Oh, a nurse huh? Well my dear Sam,  'Voulez-vous vraiment à me voir dans un sexy peu infirmières uniforme avec blanc adorable collants et toutes les fioritures? J'aime montrer mon jambes. Ils sont tellement doux et soyeux.'"

Her eyes opened slightly at his foreign words. Through her narrow slits she beheld a mirage. Sam knew it was Lynn, but he was different somehow...he looked, pleasing?  'No,' she thought, as she struggled for the correct word. Then it hit her, '...Desirable!...'  

Sam did her best to clear her mind. She looked at Lynn forced a yawn and said, "Wh...What now, you know I don't speak French," and with an almost instinctive reaction the wiry yet weak construction worker held her ribs knowing what inevitably happens when Lynn speaks that damn language.

"Oh nothing," and with a very sensuous throaty voice, a subtle eye flutter he continued, "I just was curious if you wanted,  moi'  to dress up in a sexy little nurse's uniform with adorable white stockings and all the frills? I love showing off my sexy legs. They are so silky and smooth." and with the grace of a gazelle, Lynn effortlessly kicked one leg into the air wiggling his narrow hips to ensure without a doubt that what he said to the butch as she lay helpless in bed was completely true.

Sam held her ribs, and softly laughed. She wiped a tear off her cheek. His humor was going to kill her eventually. Sam briefly glanced at Lynn, and was perplexed by what she saw. For a fast second she saw something besides humor, and it captivated her. Sadly, it was gone as quickly as it came. At that moment Lynn suddenly blew Sam an exaggerated kiss. She held her ribs tight and implored the wrap to keep them calm, as she stifled a laugh. Lynn gleefully left the room, as the young crane operator looked on holding her sore bones.

Sam took several shallow breaths, as her emotions got the best of her. She angrily hit the pillow with her good hand. Sam was already tired of being an invalid and she was upset that her bewilderment about Lynn exasperated the situation. This was not her and she knew it. Sam hated that she couldn't do anything by herself and was forced to rely on other people's kindness and generosity. She didn't know what to make of her desire for Lynn. She just knew that she didn't like this situation one bit.

 'I am so fucking sick of this bullshit, I hate it!' Sam angrily thought. Yet when her thoughts turned to Lynn her mood immediately softened despite her confused feelings.  'Lynn gave up a lot to be here and help me get through this; he is such a good friend. After I'm healed, I'm going to think of something really special for him.'

She began to doze as the medication took hold. Soon, in her dreams, she was at the controls of the tower crane as she lifted building materials high into the air and gently set them down exactly where they needed to be. Sam sighed with contentment and fell into a much needed deep sleep. Lynn, quite pleased with his little act, hurriedly left the room. He purposefully left the door open so he could hear if she needed anything. Lynn turned to head back to the kitchen when he heard a thumping noise come from her bedroom. He walked back and peeked in. Lynn saw that her eyes were closed, and she did not appear to be in distress. Content that all was well, Lynn tousled his hair, and walked down to the kitchen. He ladled some soup and sat down at the table to eat. Lynn looked at the vegetables swirling in the hot liquid. He thought about what just happened. His face flushed slightly and he was glad that he evaded the situation with a little French. 

Lynn was beginning to have second thoughts about his temporary move into Sam's home. He enjoyed helping her — in fact he thoroughly loved it, but he was becoming disconcerted. A hidden voice inside kept trying to tell him something. He didn't want to hear its words. He was worried what it might say. Lynn was terrified and yet a little excited too. He didn't like excitement.

*** ***

Lynn finished the soup and looked at the clock. He placed his bowl in the sink, picked up the empty dog bowl and filled it with four scoops of Blue Buffalo dog food. He set the bowl on the floor as Major patiently sat and waited for permission. Lynn per Sam's written instructions counted to five. At five, he pointed to Major, and then the food. The Belgian broke the land speed record as he reached the bowl. Lynn picked the empty food bowl up not more than ten seconds later and set it on the counter. Major looked at Lynn, cocked his head and trotted to the back door.

'One thing about you pup is input equals almost instantaneous output,' he mirthfully thought as the dog went into 'his' domain. Lynn looked out and surveyed the back yard. He cringed grabbed a pencil and added 'buy pooper-scooper' to his to-do list.

A few hours went by before Sam called Lynn to come into her room. When he got there she asked him to help her sit up. Carefully he held out his arms and she grasped them. Sam used her left hand, and slowly pulled herself up. Immediately Lynn put three pillows behind her and she was sitting comfortably in her bed.

"Thank you for your help. Would you please get me some of your soup?" Sam said very warmly, as she tried to come to grips with her foreign feelings.

Lynn simply nodded and left. He returned a short time later with a bowl of soup on a tray. Carefully he set it in front of her, and without saying a word he turned to leave.

Sam a little shaken by his abruptness quickly asked, "Lynn, where are you going; don't you want to talk with me?" She used her left hand and got a spoonful of the delicious looking broth being careful not to spill. 

"Umm, I was going to let Major in, Is there anything else you need?" His nervous voice betrayed him.

"I just wanted to talk. Are you okay? You seem very agitated tonight."

"What do you want to talk about?" Lynn's voice cracked a little with anxiety.

Sam simply wanted conversation with her friend. She was lucid, and was becoming stir crazy. She felt she could talk with Lynn about anything, but unknown to her, Lynn was having problems with his frame of mind. He cared about her a great deal, and like her, he was just as confused with his feelings.

"Ouch," cried Sam as her left hand dropped the spoon and its contents onto her lap.

Lynn hurried over, and cleaned her up. He carefully picked the spoon up from her lap wiped it off, and sat down next to her on the bed. With the care of a mother's love, he spoon fed the gruff construction worker. Sam looked at him and her eyes began to tear. She felt so helpless, yet so very grateful at the same time.

Sam was getting more perplexed at her feelings and she struggled with the conflicting emotions. Lynn saw her face scrunch as he fed her and wondered what was going on behind those pretty eyes. He gave her the last spoonful, and got up to place the tray on the end table. He took a napkin and gently dabbed her lips removing the remnants of her meal. Sam gazed into his eyes, and let him continue his ministrations. She became aware of the peculiar emotions stirring again and thought back to earlier when he helped her from the bathroom and kissed her. Sam felt the familiar tingle begin. She became frantic as her mind raced.

'No, this can't happen to me, I won't let it happen.'

Abruptly she took the napkin from Lynn and finished the job. Lynn startled at her reaction got up. Sam handed him the used wipe, told him she was all set, and he could leave. Lynn quickly left the room. He closed the door, and slowly walked to the kitchen. After the door closed, Sam began to sob. She regretted doing that to Lynn, but the feelings she had were too real. She didn't know what to do except lash out.

'Why did I do that? He has been so sweet. I am so...so confused.' 

Lynn contemplated what he might have done wrong, and in the end decided to simply ignore her outburst. He knew Sam was a strong take-charge person. He understood that her bad temperament was caused by frustration at being bed ridden. He remembered a time in the not too distant past he simply would have broken down and bawled his eyes out at that treatment. Somehow, some way, Sam's inner strength rubbed off on him. Lynn finally realized that crying doesn't solve problems. 

He ran his fingers through his hair, sighed and thought how much she had helped him grow. Yes, he was upset but he calmly accepted it and pushed it aside. Sam had her freedom taken away and that hurt her more than her knee ever would. Lynn decided to put her well being before his, and it made him strong. It made him very strong. 

After the bathroom incident, Lynn recognized that he would need help with Sam. He didn't feel comfortable helping a woman shower or bathe, and he was certain that Sam would agree. Lynn called Shelly at Gigi's and asked if she would come over to help Sam with bathing and other womanly things that he couldn't do. Shelly was delighted that Lynn called her.

"Annie! Lynn called and asked me to help out with Sam," she said with joy.

"That's wonderful Shelly," Annie said rolling her eyes at her partner's enthusiasm.

"Oh, stop it. It will be a good thing to help them out. Maybe I can help in other areas too," Shelly mused out loud, a thoughtful look on her face.

Annie looked up at her lover, "Shelly don't do anything stupid with those two, okay?"

"Yes Mother," Shelly replied and gave Annie a peck on the cheek. She thought this would be the time to put her plan into action. She hoped Annie would understand.

*** ***

Lynn approached the bedroom door with Sam's night time meds, and quietly knocked when he reached the entryway. Her mood from earlier in the evening had him a little apprehensive about his reception. He decided to be proactive and put a little 'Calvin' on, with the hope that would brighten her spirits. 




Diamonds In The Rough Ch. 06



When Sam answered his knock, he swallowed, opened the door and stepped inside with a big smile plastered on his face. Lynn took one look at Sam, and all his fears melted away. She was sitting up, her hair was neatly combed, she had a little make up on and her eyes, her gorgeous brown eyes shined happily at him. Her light blue robe was draped over her strong shoulders, and flowed like a river at her side.

Lynn's breath quickened as he basked in her glow. He was stunned at how fetching she was. He didn't see the stitches on her jaw, or the bruises and scrapes. He didn't see the blackened right eye, and the bloody white area. He was completely mesmerized by this handsome woman, and was frozen in place. His breathing slowed when she smiled and patted the empty spot on the bed, and with open arms beckoned him over.

"My God Lynn, what are you trying to do to me, wearing that perfume!" she said inhaling as much as her ribs allowed.

"I'm sorry, I hoped to brighten your spirit with a bit of Calvin," he replied with a girlish lilt.

"About earlier today: I'm sorry, I don't know why I acted like that."

"Sam, your knee is broken, you had surgery, you are banged up and you are almost bedridden. You have every right to be moody. Shit, I'm surprised how well you are handling all this. You are so strong my knight. No apology needed or desired."

"Your words are so sweet — thank you for being here for me. I know you gave up a lot to help me, and I really appreciate it."

"Umm, well, I thought I told you,  'Je suis ici pour les grands mâles, c'est une chose.'" he said, fluttering his eyes at her.

"Damn it, what did you just say? My ribs can't put up with this 'French' abuse much longer." Sam said as she hugged her ribs ready for the inevitable pain of translation.

"I simply said, my dear, 'I am here for Major, it's a male thing.'"

"You know," Sam chuckled as she held her ribs tightly, "I swear I think you love that dog more than...me."  'OMG! What did I say!'  she thought, as her hand flew up to her mouth in shock. She cautiously peered at Lynn for his reaction.

Lynn was startled, yet he stayed remarkably calm as he gently took her hand, and brought it down onto his lap. He said with great seriousness, "Sam...I do not love Major more than you; now let's get your medicine."

Sam nodded her head. She heard his words, and they comforted her. She took the pills and water from him and lay back down. Lynn smiled at her then leaned down to kiss her cheek. At the last moment Sam turned her head, and kissed him on the lips.

He pulled back as she coyly said, "That's for loving me more than Major."

He leaned back in, and kissed her lightly saying, "That's for taking your medicine," then to her surprise he kissed her very gently again, "and that one is for a goodnight's sleep."

Lynn got up, as Major took his place by Sam's side. "Goodnight you two," he said as he turned the light off. He left the door slightly ajar, readjusted his burgeoning erection and headed to the bathroom for some much needed relief.

The next morning found Lynn waking up to Major panting in his face.

"Major, will you please leave me alone," he pleaded as he pulled the pillow over his head, "five more minutes please." The dog whimpered, then in a bold move pulled the pillow off the young man and ran out of the room.

"Alright, alright," Lynn said resignedly as he slowly got up.

Lynn put his robe on, let the dog out, and headed up to Sam's room. He peered in and saw she was still asleep. He went downstairs, and started the morning activities. Forty-five minutes later, he knocked on Sam's door. Now awake, she told him to come in. He helped her to the bathroom, and sat with her as she ate her breakfast. They talked about baseball, her work, his work, and of course Major.

"OMG, it's after eleven, and I haven't fed Major yet. He's going to eat me up!" chuckled Lynn.

Sam paused for a moment, then laughed as she asked him to hurry back. Lynn handed her the TV remote and flew down the stairs to what he knew would be a very pissed off dog. Sam set the remote down thinking about the morning conversation with Lynn. 

She was never this comfortable talking with Alexis. Their talks were always about Alexis, or what interested Alexis, almost never about Sam — Sam's interests, or Sam's needs. Sam never realized it until now just how one-sided her relationship with Alexis had been. 

She shook her head, and thought about all the years she lost with that..."Cunt!"

"What was that? I didn't hear you," Lynn said as he walked back into her room.

"I was thinking about Alexis, and chastising myself for wasting six years with that cunt."

"Calm down, hon, calm down; she isn't worth the time of day, and she can't hold a candle to you. So enough about that. Did I ever tell you what happened when I suggested they use silk flowers at Macy's? Well..."

Sam marveled at him as he told her about his work. She loved how he included her in the conversation, and listened with great interest about her job. Something Alexis never did.  'He's always been there for me, always.'  She thought to herself watching the animated man as he told another tale. The day became night and it was bed time again. Lynn got up to leave, when Sam called him back.

"Umm Lynn?"

"Do you need some extra pain meds, Sam?"

"No."

"Do you need the remote?"

"No."

"Umm, do you need a drink?"

"Nope."

"Okay," he laughed, "What do you need?"

"My goodnight kiss."

"Oh, with pleasure my handsome one."

Lynn sashayed over to Sam, and with all the femme' he could muster leaned down and lightly kissed her on the lips. Sam wanted a little more, so she used her good hand and pulled him in for a heavier kiss.

"Wow!" a slightly flustered Lynn said, "Alexis gave up that? What a loser."

"Aawwh, you say the nicest things!" Sam replied, "Goodnight mademoiselle."

"Goodnight to you, monsieur."

Lynn turned out the light, and headed to his room. "Not again," he said as he readjusted his hard on. "How do you spell relief, S-A-M." He quietly chuckled.

*** ***

Shelly had never been to Sam's place before, and was suitably impressed with her home's beauty. She wasn't sure about the dog though. It took Lynn a few attempts to calm the beast down. Shelly went up and looked in on Sam. She wasn't prepared for what she saw, and a single tear fell from her eye. Shelly gazed at Sam, and wondered about her plan and if she could do this to her friend. But she had to find out for herself if the 'look' was real.

Sam, a little surprised at the bartender's sudden appearance at her door, spoke, "Hi Shelly, what are you doing? Did you come over for a visit or for something else?"

"Didn't Lynn tell you? I was coming over to help you with bathing and other things."

"No, he didn't, but it makes perfect sense, I guess." Sam softly replied trying not to sound disappointed.

'Why did you bring her here? This was supposed be our time.' 

The two talked for a while, then Shelly helped Sam to the bathroom so she could get cleaned up. As they walked to the bathroom, Shelly wondered if she could get Sam to kiss her. She believed if Sam kissed her then the look she saw at the bar was meaningless. 

Shelly started to worry if this was such a good idea. She was very impressed with the construction workers hard body as she assisted Sam out of her clothes. She couldn't help but stare at the muscular woman's physique as she helped Sam into the tub of warm steamy water.

Shelly had never seen a six-pack on a woman before, and it turned her on.  'That's not part of the plan,' she thought as her pussy moistened with desire and her clit began to throb.

Shelly carefully began to bathe the strapping construction worker, and was very careful not to get Sam's knee or wrist wet; even as her own dampness grew with each stroke of the washcloth. Shelly looked at Sam's bruised face, and saw the beautiful woman beneath the bandages. She marveled at Sam's small breasts; the taut pink nipples looked delectable. Shelly tried hard not to stare, but she became consumed with desire for Sam, and without thinking kissed the naked woman on the lips.

"Shelly, what are you doing?" Sam asked pushing the enamored bar maid away with her left hand.

"OMG! I'm so sorry Sam, I don't know what came over me!" Shelly replied, very embarrassed at what happened.

Sam wasn't embarrassed, but she was startled that she felt almost nothing when Shelly kissed her.

"Shelly I'm flattered but, I don't have any feelings for you, and you are already taken," Sam said sternly. "I don't think Annie would appreciate what you just did."

"I know, I feel terrible, it won't happen again." Shelly remorsefully replied. Her plan to get Sam to kiss her failed because of her own lust.

"Good," Sam said.

"Umm, we don't have to mention this to Annie, do we?"

"No, it's over and done with as far as I am concerned. What you tell or don't tell Annie is your business."

"Thanks, I appreciate it. Here let me help you up, and let's get you back to bed."

"Can you do that without kissing me?" Sam asked, a little leery after Shelly's impulsive action.

"Yeah, the feeling passed, I am truly sorry, it won't happen again." Shelly replied sheepishly.

Shelly helped Sam get up, and led her back to bed. Sam felt invigorated; she hadn't felt this alive in a long time.

"Lynn, what do you think about Sam?" Shelly asked the surprised man just before she left Sam's house to return home.

"What do you mean? I care about her; I think she is a special woman. What are you implying Shelly?" he responded quizzically.

"I just think you should examine your heart, that's all."

"Umm, yeah, okay Shell, thanks for the thought. Bye." Lynn was stunned by Shelly's insight as he closed the door.

 'What made her say that?'  He wondered.

*** ***

As the days progressed, the two unlikely friends grew more and more comfortable with each other. Sam called her parents, and was inundated with questions about Lynn. Sam did her best to deflect them, but her mom kept digging. Finally Sam told her mom she had to get some rest, and hung up the phone. 'No Skype for the immediate future!' she thought. If she saw her mom's face, all bets were off. 

A week had passed and Sam's was getting strong and stronger. Her bruises were healing nicely, and her wrist was almost back to normal. She began to use the crutches more and more and she needed to rely on Lynn and Shelly less and less. Sam was pleased as her independence began to slowly return.

Shelly noticed a change in her and Sam's relationship. She wondered if she made a mistake when she told Lynn to examine his heart, and she certainly regretted the kiss. The plan was for Sam to kiss her, not the other way around. Shelly hadn't told Annie yet, but she knew she must. 

Soon, Sam became a master with the crutches. By the end of the second week, Sam and Lynn stood in front of Shelly and thanked her for all her help. Sam presented her with a 'Thank You' card. Shelly smiled and graciously accepted the kind gesture.

Sam, then Lynn each gave her a big hug. When they stepped back from her, Lynn put his arm around Sam and gave her a very gentle squeeze. Sam looked down at him and smiled.

"Hey you two! What's going on?" Shelly asked at their display of affection.

Together they replied, "Nothing."

Shelly smiled at them. "Perhaps you think it is nothing, but I don't. You two are more than what you think," she said as she closed the door.

Sam looked at Lynn, and told him what happened a week ago with Shelly. Lynn initially got very upset, but Sam calmed him down, and gave the angry man a big squeeze. She emphasized that Shelly sincerely regretted the kiss, and nothing else happened. Lynn was satisfied, but was still irritated at the bartender.

*** ***

"How are they doing Shell?" Annie asked her life partner when Shelly walked into their home.

"They are doing fine, and Sam is doing well too. It amazes me how solid that woman is," Shelly said as she thought about the kiss she gave Sam. "I think once she starts physical therapy, it won't be long before she is back to work. Sam's wrist isn't bothering her anymore, and soon she will be using a cane instead of crutches."

Grunting her acknowledgement of Shelly's assessment, Annie asked Shelly, "Do you think Lynn will be moving out after that?"

"I don't know Annie, I just don't know," was her short reply and then she leaned into Annie and lightly kissed her lips. "Oh Sam gave me a card," she said sprightly, as she handed the sealed envelope to Annie still not wanting to talk about the kiss with Sam.

Annie opened it, and was very surprised with what was inside. "It's a thirty-five dollar gift card for the new 'Red Olive' restaurant Shell. That was real thoughtful of Sa...wait a second, this card is signed, 'Love Sam and Lynn,'" she said to Shelly with a puzzled look on her brow.

Shelly simply shrugged her shoulders, and leaned into Annie planting a big one on her lover. Annie massaged Shelly's breasts, and pulled her onto her waiting lap. She looked deeply into her lover's eyes and said "I love you."

Shelly returned the loving gaze, as thoughts turned back to the kiss she forced on Sam.

Her plan had been a total failure, and it was confession time. Shelly looked at her lover before meekly starting, "Annie, I hope you won't get too mad, but..."

*** ***

The next morning, Lynn was deep in thought as he worked the Sudoku puzzle. He picked up the cup of hot tea and took a sip. Major was asleep on the floor at his side. Both were startled by a thump, thump, thump sound coming from the living room. 

The pair looked up and saw Sam standing there with her crutches under her shoulders. Major got up and went to his mistress. He gently mouthed her left hand, and gave it a tender lick. Lynn and Sam both smiled at the dog, and then found themselves gazing into each other's eyes. Almost immediately and simultaneously they looked away. Sam turned around and headed onto the patio with Major on her heels. Lynn looked at Sam's ass and smiled. That inner voice was becoming louder, and clearer. 

Sam became very adept at motoring around her home. She still wasn't ready to drive yet, so Lynn took her to all of her doctor's visits. He found it really easy to work from her home, but nevertheless, he knew it would soon be time for him to leave and head back to his place. The thought actually saddened him. He would miss tucking Sam in at night, and their goodnight kiss. He thought back to last night when he was dozing on the sofa bed. He was woke up by a crutch prodding him in the side. Lynn looked up through sleepy eyes and saw Sam standing in his room. When he started to say something, she leaned in and kissed him on the lips, said goodnight, and walked out. Lynn had trouble falling asleep after that.

For her part Sam was becoming increasingly enamored with the gay man, and realized that she had very mixed feelings about his eventual departure. In truth, she liked having him around — it dispelled her loneliness. Sam's curiosity about Lynn was beginning to overwhelm her. She wanted to know something, but didn't know how to ask him. When she came down to his room and kissed him goodnight, she thought she might have an answer. 

Sam began to use a cane after another week. She walked almost effortlessly into the kitchen, and sat down at the table. Lynn was drinking some juice, he offered to get Sam some. She accepted and he poured her a drink. Lynn was working on Sudoku puzzle number 69 when Sam asked him an interesting question.

"Lynn, by the end of this week, I'll be able to fend for myself. What are your thoughts on leaving?"

Lynn put the pencil down and softly replied, "Well if you don't need me around, I guess I will be moving back to my apartment."

"I kind of figured as much. I will be sorry to see you go; it has been real nice having you here. I...I...will miss you." she said as her voice broke with emotion.

Sam enjoyed having someone else around besides Major. 'The home would become a house again,' she thought. Sadly she got up, and hobbled towards the back door. She gazed out into the backyard and suddenly smiled. Sam walked back to Lynn and set the cane down. She started to massage Lynn's shoulders and neck. 

Lynn was taken aback, but was pleasantly surprised. He hadn't had a good massage since Eric left. Lynn's mind began to float as Sam's strong hands kneaded and caressed the tight neck and shoulder muscles. He moaned as his penis began to harden. His cock always responded that way when he got a massage.

Sam enjoyed giving Lynn a neck and shoulder massage. She could feel his tension leave as she rolled his muscles with her hands. She pulled, pushed and prodded Lynn's shoulders. Sam became aware of his arousal, and felt her womanhood moisten in response. Her wetness increased as she continued to squeeze his neck. Sam heard Lynn moan softly and she stopped the massage. She knew what she must do. Balancing herself carefully she lifted him out of the chair.

Sam turned him, gazed into his blue eyes and said, "I am going to kiss you."

Lynn returned her gaze, and locked eyes with her. Instantly he remembered the dream from so many months ago. Jet-black hair was all he could see then. The image was now very clear, and inwardly he smiled,  'Dreams do come true.'

Sam saw Lynn's face and read the intimate signal to proceed. Haltingly she moved in and looked at this beautiful man. Her hands caressed his cheeks, and lovingly stroked his hair. She gradually tilted his head and began the conquest of her...man. Sam savored this first moment of strange and wonderful passion. She licked her lips in anticipation, closed her eyes and leaned into Lynn.

Lynn placed his arms around her narrow waist. He felt her heat when Sam took his face into her hands. He basked in her powerful presence as she turned his head and effortlessly drew him into her web. Resistance was futile, and he knew it. Lynn melted as she moistened her lips with her tongue. Her sensuality drove his cock wild. He relaxed and parted his lips in blissful expectation of their first real kiss.

Gently their lips touched, Sam nibbled delicately on his lower lip. Lynn felt weak as she lightly drew her tongue over his mouth in a tantalizing circle of lust. Sam ran her fingers through his hair, and inhaled his scent. Her pussy pulsed at the aroma. Lynn ran his arms up her back and felt her might. His arousal grew with each sinew he touched. Strength and tenderness, in the body of a woman...his woman, his knight in shining armor.

Sam probed his mouth and caressed his tongue. The sensation sent chills up her spine. Lynn responded to her soft shudder, grasped her tongue and lightly sucked on the flexible appendage of love. Sam could take no more and ran her tongue over his teeth leaving no part of his mouth untouched. She sucked on his tongue and slowly pulled away. The moment their lips parted Sam and Lynn opened their eyes, and once again gazed into each other's soul.

Sam placed his hand on her heart and whispered, "I love you."

Lynn began to mewl, when he heard her say the three words he longed to hear. He put his head on her shoulder and took a deep breath. He brought his head up and returned her words with four of his own. "I love you too."

Sam let Lynn go and grabbed her cane. She looked at Lynn and couldn't believe what just happened. She kissed a man with all the passion she had, and then some. Sam slowly hobbled to a chair and sat down. She put her hands in her head and cried. She was unsure of who she was, and it scared her.

Lynn looked at Sam, and felt his own internal conflict build. Years of a lifestyle he was so very comfortable with gone in an instant. He watched as Sam quietly sobbed into her arms. How familiar this seemed. He sat down beside her and placed his arms around her. She looked up at him and weakly smiled. He comforted Sam, and told her it would be okay. 




Diamonds In The Rough Ch. 06



She glanced up at him, and asked, "How Lynn? How?"

"What do you mean, how?" Her words surprised him.

"Lynn, you and I are gay. I enjoy your company, and I admit I feel attracted to you, and I know I love you, but I don't know if I can...you know...do it with you."

"Sam, I'm in love with you too. I have been since I first saw you those many months ago. It was you I dreamed about before I came to Gigi's. I just didn't know it. Now I do. I'm willing to try and see if this unique, different, and unusual relationship will work, but if you are unsure, I better leave now and let you think...I won't be hurt again."

Lynn got up and left the room. Sam sat and stared into the empty spot where he had sat. She pondered what he just told her. The empty spot quickly became an enigma to her. She heard the door slam. At that sound she knew, she knew. Sam got up, and hobbled upstairs to get her phone. Major was on her heels, and seemed anxious as he let out a little whine. She looked at him, and said "I know pup, I know. I'll get him back."

Sam picked up her phone and dialed Lynn's number. The phone began to ring, and she suddenly heard music. It was behind her. She recognized the melody, and a beautiful female voice singing...

 Oh...Sam, Sam you know where I am; Come around and talk awhile. I need your smile, you need a shoulder...Oh...Sam, Sam you know where I am; And the door is open wide...

Sam turned around and began to cry. She saw Lynn, his phone in his hand as tears streamed down his cheeks.

 Come on inside, longing to see you...Oh...Sam, Sam you know where I am. 

"That's a nice ring tone my pretty boy," said Sam as she wiped her eyes with her sleeve. A smile was on her face.

"Yes it is my handsome woman, I picked it out with you in mind," and with his feminine wiles he asked, "Tisk tisk my knight, no tissue?"

Sam laughed at his comment, leaned on her cane and wiped her nose with her sleeve.

He chuckled but then he became serious and said to her, "Where do we go from here Sam, I don't know what to do next."

Major began prancing around the two. He was agitated about something.

"Major! Not now boy, sit down," Sam said to the hyper dog. "I don't know Lynn, I'm scared. For many years I was happy with who I was. Now I'm not sure what to do next either."

"I know, these emotions are so new, so different, and so wonderful; but I also know how much you mean to me too," Lynn replied, as Major began to whine again. "Major, down boy, down. Come on pooch, easy."

The two looked at the dog, then back at each other. 

"Oh Lynn, maybe we should give it a few days first? What do you think?" Sam said, not really believing her words.

"MAJOR!" She screamed, as the black dog suddenly jumped on her, and pushed. Sam's momentum knocked them both down, and she landed in the arms of the big-hearted small man.

"Sam my love! Are you okay your leg?" Lynn yelled with concern.

Sam felt her knee, relieved that it wasn't hurting. She brought her eyes up and looked at Lynn — she saw tenderness, warmth, and caring. She stared deeper, and she saw love. Her heart skipped, and then it hit her, she recognized him for what he was: hers, and only hers!

"Lynn forgive me, if it weren't for that dog — where did he go by the way?" as she scanned the room looking for the Belgian troublemaker. "I would have made a big mistake. Lynn...I love you. I honestly and openly love you. I want you in my bed. Will you join me?" she asked, after which she commenced kissing him very hard and with unbridled passion.

The two prone individuals bore into each other with wild uncertain eyes. Pent up emotion overwhelmed them and screamed for release. They could no longer deny their true feelings of desire. With fervent hunger, their mouths collided with unmatched ecstasy and their tongues intertwined in lustful anticipation of the next step. New and wondrous feelings bubbled over them, as the changed lovers in blessed wonderment began their journey together into uncharted territories.

Reluctantly Sam pulled away from Lynn and using her cane she stood up. He gazed serenely into her eyes, finally comfortable with who he was. Tears of happiness gently fell down his cheeks. His heart beat strong with the anticipation of sharing heart, body, mind, and soul with his woman. The two bonded as he held his hand out for his mistress.

Injured knee or not, Sam knew she was in charge. She grasped his outstretched hand, leaned on her cane and effortlessly lifted her man up; she felt their souls imprint on each other. She silently thanked God, and his instrument, Major, for bringing them together. Sam knew that she and Lynn were bound together forever. She put her arm around his waist and led him to her — no, their bedroom. Sam opened the door, and bowed to let him in. Lynn ever the femme' curtsied in return.

Gently he grasped her strong hands, and brought them up to his mouth. Lynn tenderly kissed the hands which held the faded scars of wounded love and washed that pain completely from her soul. He leaned into her and whispered in her ear, "Be gentle, this is my first time."

"I know my princess," was her heartfelt reply, "It's mine too."

Lynn beamed with joy, and crossed the threshold into the bedroom. Once inside, Sam lightly smacked his ass and with her huskiest voice proclaimed; "Just so you know I am always on top."

Lynn giggled at the swat and her sweet words, he turned to his woman and with a smile of seduction he throatily replied, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

'What was, is no more.'

Thank you for reading!!

Comments and feedback are always welcome. Chapter 7 is being finalized and will be submitted soon, I hope you are enjoying this unique romance!!



Diamonds In The Rough Ch. 07



 I wish to give my thanks to my editor, SoCalOvid for his fine work on this series.

If you haven't, I highly recommend you read the previous chapters first to fully understand the unique characters, and their unusual but compelling story!

With an open mind, and unlocked heart;

 Diamonds In the Rough Ch. 7 

*** * ***

Major heard the faint click, and came out from the shadows. He stared at the door and cocked his head at the noises emanating from the room. He didn't understand the sounds, but he instinctively knew that all was well. The Belgian took his position and lay down in front of the entryway. He rested his head on his crossed paws and closed his eyes. Ever alert, the dog's ears twitched periodically in the air and listened for anything that would disturb his family. Woe to anyone who would dare cross his path.

Lynn walked into the room and headed for the bed. He turned and smiled as Sam closed the door. She swiftly hobbled over and threw her cane onto the bed, grasped Lynn by the arms and pulled him into her. She stroked his hair and studied his face. She memorized every curve, every line, every edge, and every mark. As she drank in his beauty, her pussy moistened, and with the joy of new love said, "Never in my wildest, most provocative dreams did I ever expect or want to be in the same bed with a man. Then you, my princess, entered my life and changed my whole world."

She caressed his smooth cheek and continued, "I thought I'd lost everything when Alexis cheated on me. Now I realize that was just the prelude to finding you.

"When I first saw you at the bar crying your eyes out, I smirked when you wiped your nose on your sleeve. I thought to myself, 'how typical of a man not to be prepared.'

"But, when I saw your tears, I knew the sadness you felt was all too real. Why? Because I felt it in here," she said as she placed his hand on her heart.

"I wanted to help you, because I knew in my heart it was the right thing to do. I just didn't know in that fateful moment when I tossed that packet of tissue your way, it would lead here. I love you so much, and I am ready to start our new journey, I hope a 'forever journey' with you my princess."

Sam's lips met his and they shared a luxuriously long kiss. Lynn broke the kiss, and took her hand and placed it on his heart.

He stared into her eyes and hesitatingly said, "For eight years I lived with a piece-of-shit user. Five years into that relationship, I realized he was just using me, and it scared me Sam, it scared me to death. I didn't care because," Lynn took a deep breath, "I...didn't...want...to be...alone. I loved having someone at my side, and it didn't matter if Eric loved me or not, the fear of being by myself was too great, so I silently endured. The sad irony of it was when he left, I realized, I was already alone, because there never was any true companionship, just sex and lies."

Lynn lowered his head, "I was a wimp, plain and simple. When Eric broke up with me and I heard him say those awful things, even though I knew he didn't love me, I was devastated when he wanted to leave. It was as if I were in a daze.

"I tried to talk him out of it; I would have said anything to change his mind, anything," there was a pause as Lynn took another deep breath, "yet it was to no avail. He left, and for two months I was a pitiful wreck and I wallowed in self-pity.

"Then I had a reverie. I dreamed of you my knight, and like you, never in my wildest fantasy did I ever conceive that my forever love could be a woman.

"The afternoon that packet of tissues hit me, my life was changed forever." Lynn said as he caressed her cheek with his hand, "'Je suis infiniment reconnaissante que je vous ai rencontré mon amour.'"

Sam smiled and said, "I am sure 'mademoiselle' that what you said was lovely, but damn it Lynn — you know I don't speak French!" as her smile turned into a chuckle.

"I said 'monsieur', I am eternally grateful I met you my love," Lynn said, batting his eyes and snuggling into her bosom.

Sam reached down and pulled her lover up. They shared a tender kiss, and with a gentle hug the exploration of foreign territory began. The experts of gay love looked deeply into each other's eyes, and began to stoke the fires of their lust.

The former butch, with help from her 'princess' eased down onto the bed. She motioned for him to sit at her side. When he sat, Sam took his hand kissed it and placed the open palm onto the small swell of her breast. Lynn looked into her hooded eyes and gently rubbed her soft mound of pleasure. His knight shuddered at the touch. He rolled her nipple through the fabric of her shirt. Lynn's thumb and forefinger felt Sam's knob come to attention. With each caress, his cock throbbed and grew with fervent anticipation of the unknown.

Lynn effortlessly unbuttoned her top, and when the last button was free he placed his hands at her shoulders underneath her now open shirt and slowly pushed the covering off letting it fall onto the bed behind his woman. He gently cupped her now very naked breasts and was amazed at how soft her skin was, yet so muscular too. It was the best of both worlds he thought. He leaned in for a closer look, then he gazed up and she nodded her approval. Lynn flicked his tongue at her pink tip, and it tightened with his touch. Sam sighed when she felt his hot breath on her erect tit. His hand gently circled her other nipple as he surrounded her pink tip with his lips. Sam threw her head back and moaned with pleasure. He released his hold and came up for air. Lynn stared into her veiled eyes and drank in her handsomeness. His finger traced along her abdominal muscles as he outlined each individual muscle. She giggled at his playfulness as her own desire took hold.

Sam quickly removed his shirt. She stared at his chest, put her hand on his hairless skin and rubbed all around his nipples. She moved her mouth over his chest and took his nipple in her mouth and gently nibbled. Lynn shivered with pleasure as goose bumps formed on his skin. Sam used her teeth, pulled on his nipple and stretched the skin taut. Lynn moaned in ecstasy at this new and different sensation. Suddenly Sam released him and she slithered up to his waiting mouth. The warmth between her legs cried for attention.

Sam and Lynn, both of whom were experienced only in gay sex up to that moment, discovered that with each other they could create a lusty fire that began to blaze so hot that even the sun's inferno was as cold as an Arctic blizzard by comparison. Their combined heat was so intense that it melted the past and their old ways, and together they hammered and shaped a new bond forged with unconditional love and tempered by the strength of commitment.

Sam told Lynn to stand up, she unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor. She smiled at his shiny baby blue panties, and commented on how they matched his eyes. Her brown eyes grew wide as his pole of lust pushed out the nylon fabric. Lynn stepped out of his pants and kicked them aside. He seized the moment and placed her hand on his erection. Sam did not flinch as it jumped at her touch and she gently rubbed it through the gossamer thin material. She felt the warmth of her man as his knees buckled. This new awareness of the power that Lynn was surrendering to her caused her pussy to pulse with desire.

Reluctantly, she removed her hand, and with desire in her voice, Sam commanded: "Lynn, I want you to take your panties off — slowly. I want you to tantalize me; I want you to feel naked and helpless to resist me."

His brow damp with sweat, Lynn got up and placed his thumb and fingers on his panties elastic band. He seductively pulled the panties away from his hips in preparation to push them to the floor. His cock cried for escape as Lynn smiled demurely at Sam. He flitted his eyelashes, turned away and with the practiced grace of a stripper sensuously lowered his panties. Sam looked on in awe as her man's buttocks came into view. His skin looked so soft and inviting. She licked her lips in anticipation of what lay on the other side. Lynn glanced over his shoulder and batted his eyes. Sam moaned and pulled on her nipples. Her hand went beneath her own panties and she furiously massaged her hot womanhood to soothe the raging tempest.

Lynn saw her arousal and elegantly danced backwards, as he shook his ass for her pleasure. When he got within arm's reach, Sam reached out and with the tips of her fingers caressed his butt. Her hands danced around the soft curve where cheek meets leg. She cupped each mound and was enraptured by his smooth skin. His softness made her swoon. Her fingers found his hips and she turned him around. His panties were held up only by his burgeoning member. Lynn stepped back and pulled the panties off his cock and swiftly brought them down. His penis sprang out to full attention and Sam gasped with delight.

"OMG, it is so different than anything I have ever seen before. It looks so firm, yet the tip seems soft. May I touch it?"

"Please do my knight; I ache for your caress."

Sam reached out and grasped his shaft. Lynn groaned at her touch. Her experience with dildos showed as she expertly stroked his cock. She gave it many pulls before she stopped and pulled him closer. She lifted his penis up and studied it carefully. It was all Lynn could do to keep standing. Sam felt a faint heart beat and soon became infatuated with his hairless cock. She cupped his balls, and teased the head of his penis with her finger. He moaned again as her fingers gently squeezed his bulb. She was right! Its head was soft and spongy, but also so very warm, and so much different than the cold piece of plastic she was used to. Her thoughts became naughty as she remembered the 'special' dildo in her toy box. 

"Do you enjoy what I am doing to your cock?"

"Y-y-yes, it feels so good, I don't want it to end. You stroke it so well Sam, ohh, yeah, just like that." He moaned as she began to rub him again. "Oh yeah, play with my balls, that's it, I can't believe how you make me fee...OMG where did you learn to do that. Uggh, yeah, yeah, keep doing that. Oh god, Sam, it feels so fucking good. Are you sure you never worked a man before?" He loudly moaned as his knees buckled for a second time as she masterfully worked on his throbbing erection.

"You are my first real cock; however, my princess, I have many years of experience with dildos and toys. I am simply applying what I know and you are benefiting from it," she explained

"I sure the fuck am! Unggh, yeah. I accidentally —OH FUCK...yeah, keep doing that — umm found your toy box when you were in the hospital. Unggh, more, more, wh-what, oh Sam, Sam!" Lynn yelled in dismay as she suddenly stopped.

Sam surprised by his words asked, "What do you mean you found my toy box?" 

She laughed heartily when he told the story of the vacuum cleaner versus the strap on harness. But when he asked her about the cut up red dildo, Sam stopped smiling and explained that it was the one Brittany used on Alexis. Sam had taken great pleasure in cutting it up. She kept a few pieces as a reminder of her betrayed love. 

Then, deliberately, without revealing her intent, Sam looked into Lynn's blue eyes, grabbed his cock, and suddenly pulled his cock into her mouth, and held him there.

"SAM!" he exclaimed at the shock of her mouth surrounding his dick. He couldn't believe that she had done that, and so forcefully too. Lynn played with her hair as she started to move her head back and forth on his turgid shaft. He was in ecstasy.

Sam was surprised herself at her sudden desire to have him in her mouth. She rolled her tongue over the tip, and enjoyed the texture and pulsing warmth; she felt him buck when she took her tongue and stuck it in the slit at the tip. Sam had done this many times with her toys, but getting a real, human reaction to her ministrations caused her pussy to soak her underwear.

 "Oh my, this is so hot! I can feel his cock swell with each stroke. I wonder what would happen if I did this."

Sam sucked on his manhood. She felt her cheeks collapse around it and Lynn threw his head back and cried out loudly. His response caused her womanhood to throb and pulse, her nipples clenched hard, the tips turned dark with desire. Sam's clit appeared from under its sheath, and demanded to be heard. Sam fought her heightened arousal and focused all of her attention on Lynn's cock. He became more vocal with each stroke. Sam knew what was going to happen next. Was she ready for it, or should she wait for later?

"Sam, I'm getting close, you better stop or I'll spew in your mouth. Oh god Sam, your sucking is superb, oh yeah," he softly cried as her tongue danced on the tender spot.

Sam reluctantly removed her mouth from him: she wanted his first climax to be inside her pussy. She brought her brown eyes up and looked into his eyes. His eyes showed no disappointment. He smiled, leaned down and kissed her. His cock pulsed noticeably as their intertwined tongues danced.

Lynn broke the kiss and said incredulously, "You sucked my cock better than any guy I know— and I'm not just saying that. Gads, Sam, you had some fantastic tricks that sent me through the roof! But now, my knight, it is my turn to explore your hidden treasure."

Sam watched with anticipation and a growing desire, as Lynn got down on his knees before her and carefully pulled her underwear down. He was amazed how her pubic hair was so neatly trimmed. He would laugh hard later when he learned it is called a 'landing strip.' With each tug of her undergarment, more of Sam's pussy was exposed. His eyes followed the crease down to her opening.

He looked at the folds of her womanhood, and thought,

'A Butterfly! It looks like the wings of a butterfly!' 

He was cautious around her injured knee, but soon she was free. Sam smiled wantonly at him and opened her left leg as far as it would go exposing all that she was for him to see. Lynn was fascinated at the sight. He had never seen a woman's pussy live before. Not once did he ever think he would be interested seeing the female sex organ, much less of making a close examination of one. He realized how wrong his assumption had been, as his cock became harder than steel at the sight. Lynn's eyes drank in the sight of her womanhood while he pondered his next move.

He demurely asked, "Show me — show me how to pleasure you, I want to learn all there is to give you as much as you just gave me. Please tell me, show me now."

Sam didn't say a word, as her hands dropped down to her wet hot pussy. She seductively spread her lips and opened the wings of her butterfly. Lynn stared in awe as Sam's finger centered inside the moist crevice as she teasingly circled her hood and entrance with her finger's tip. Lynn was mesmerized as a small little button began to show from underneath the veiled opening. Lynn knew it was her clitoris. He was thrilled as he watched it bloom and was stunned by its size. The clit's he had seen in pictures were never this big. Lynn was yet again impressed with his woman. 

Sam slowly moved her fingers into her wetness, and pushed a finger deep inside the hot steamy tunnel. She massaged the inner walls, and moaned with delight as Lynn moved to get a closer look. She took her finger out, and with slow determination raised it to her mouth and licked her juices off. The sight of Sam licking her finger was all Lynn needed. He began to run his finger up and down her slit, as he gently spread her wings with his other hand. He felt her moist heat and it sent electric shocks through his spine.

He inhaled her scent and became more aroused.  'Tuna my ass; she smells more like a ripe grape tomato, and I love tomatoes.' Lynn got closer and inhaled even deeper.  'Buttermilk, that's it: sweet musky buttermilk. I have to taste her.'

Sam was unprepared when Lynn began to lick her pussy. Her ass involuntarily clenched, lifting her torso up off the bed while the muscles in her neck contracted pulling her head back at the touch of his tongue. She brought her hand to her mouth and bit down on it.

"OMG! Lynn, you're driving me insane. Where did you learn to eat pussy? Yeah, oh yeah, right there, shit. OMG, I never felt that before, how did you...ugh, ugh, shit," Sam cried as she grabbed her lover's long blond hair holding him captive between her legs.

Lynn inwardly smiled,  'this is better than ass — way better. So many nooks and crannies to explore and lick, and the tastes are phenomenal.' 

He continued to investigate her inner walls when he flattened his long tongue and lapped his way up to her hooded jewel. Sam was completely lost in a world of intense pleasure as Lynn curled his tongue around her clit, and flicked it with the tip of his tongue.

"Fuck yeah, fuck yeah," Sam cried, "this...isn't...possible...FUUUCK I'M CUMMING ALREADY! Shiiit, right there, OMG, yes, Arrrrrggh, yes, Oh fuck, left, left, yes, up, no, down, right there, yes, YES that's it I'm CUMMING Againnnnnn," Sam convulsed as the second intense orgasm overtook her. She couldn't control herself anymore as her sexual center had actually become too sensitive, "Okay, okay, okay! That's enough for now — shit, shit."

Sam cried as she let out a big breath, and then collapsed exhausted back down on the bed with a smile,  'I never knew; I never knew it could be this quick and SO intense. FUCK!' 

Lynn was pleased at the ecstasy he had given his handsome knight. His highly flexible tongue drove her wild, and when she climaxed he was surprised when she spurted; but the flavor of her juices were so good,  'a little salty, almost like cum but much thinner,'  he mused.

He was attempting to give her a third climax when he heard her groan "Enough." She pulled him up, and kissed him.

"That's enough for now; I need to rest. But that was more pleasure than I've ever felt before," she said with a sigh.

She tasted herself on his lips, and suddenly she got her second wind, and she felt a desperate need to have his cock inside her.

"Help me up," Sam told Lynn. He carefully got her to her feet. "Lay down on your back my princess; it's time to make love."

"I thought you needed to rest? And what about your knee?"

"I changed my mind. Let's find out how my knee is doing. Scoot your pretty ass to the edge of the bed and open your legs," she demanded in a husky voice.

Lynn smiled as he scooted down; he practically swooned when Sam bent down and took his still hard cock in her mouth and sucked him to an even more engorged state. Once she was satisfied, Sam carefully turned around and backed up over his erection. Lynn grabbed her slender hips and positioned her pussy directly above his cock. Sam grabbed her cane tightly and slowly impaled herself on his cock.

"Oh yeah, you feel so good inside; fuck, your cock is so hot, and, and alive in me. OMG, it feels fucking fantastic!"

Lynn was amazed by the heat he felt as he entered her. As her natural lubrication enveloped his cock, he swore her juices were an aphrodisiac that heightened the sensation ten-fold. He gently pulled Sam's ass cheeks open and beheld in awe her rosebud clench and relax with each long stroke. He watched his cock as it glided in and out of her pussy. With every upstroke her slit grabbed his cock so hard that it looked like it turned inside out. Between her ass, her pussy's heat, and the smell of her juices, Lynn was in heaven, and he loudly moaned his approval. Yet he sensed something was wrong with his beloved.

Sam's movements began to slow. Even using her cane for support, the pain from her knee became too much for her to bear. Reluctantly, she had to pull off her lover. Sam gingerly sat down next to Lynn.

"My princess, I don't want you to get any ideas, but for the time being you'll have to be on top, until my knee gets better."




Diamonds In The Rough Ch. 07



"I understand. I felt you wince and I became concerned. Still...if this is what it's like with you hurt, I can't wait for you to get better my love. You were great, my handsome woman, simply outstanding."

"Thanks love, but I need you inside me," Sam cooed as she lay down on the bed. "You are so fucking hot, get that hard piece of meat inside me now!"

Sam slowly opened her legs. Lynn firmly grabbed each one, and carefully held them. He slowly moved his cock head to her wet opening. He placed her left leg on his shoulder and teased her clit with his cock. She moaned and moved her head side to side with each pass he made. Every third or fourth circle he stuck his throbbing penis in her pussy a couple of inches then pulled it out and unmercifully tortured her again.

He did this for several minutes until she hoarsely cried, "No more, no more!, Give it to me; give it to me NOW!!"

At her words, Lynn plunged his blood engorged cock deep into her pussy and began to move in a slow steady rhythm. Sam's moans became louder and more urgent. And where in the past she always had to finger her clit to get off, now his stiff cock was all she needed.

"UNNGH, OH SHIT, faster, faster, that's it, deeper, give it to me, fill me, ARRRGHH!" Sam cried out as she came in buckets.

Lynn groaned with Sam's orgasm, as her pussy clenched his manhood hard. That was all the trigger he needed, as he bellowed, "I'M CUMMINGGGGG, arggh, arggh, ungh, ungh." His cock pulsed again and again, filling her pussy with his cum. Both lovers were completely spent. Lynn, after a few moments pulled out of her pussy with a wet pop as his juices spilled onto the bed.

"Help me up, so I can clean myself," Sam said as she felt their fluids leak out of her now raw pussy.

"No my knight; lie back down, you are in for a treat." Lynn smiled as he bent down and began to lap his juices from her pussy. Sam groaned and cried in blissful ecstasy as he cleaned her with his tongue. He wiggled his tongue through every fold cleaning their juices and greedily swallowing the hot steamy liquid lust. Lynn reveled in the tasty treat, as Sam orgasmed again, and again. Lynn got up after her fifth climax and smiled as he watched his knight's heavy breathing slow back down to normal. Sam, barely able to focus, reached for him, grabbed his arm and pulled him into her. She kissed their juices off his lips as she gently opened his mouth with her tongue and licked their remnants off him. She enjoyed the mix of his and her juices. Completely spent, the two lovers drifted into a blissful sleep.

*** * ***

When they awoke it was after eleven. Lynn looked at Sam next to him in the bed and smiled. He couldn't believe that he'd actually had mind-blowing sex with a woman. He stared at her face, and watched her breathe. He remembered in the hospital being hypnotized by the rhythm of her breathing. Lynn ran his hand through her short black hair, and caressed her cheek. Her mouth curled into a smile when she opened her eyes and saw him gazing at her.

"Ah! My knight awakens. How do you feel? Did you enjoy taking my cherry?" he asked with a smile.

Sam laughed and said, "As much as you enjoyed taking mine, I'm sure. And I couldn't feel any better my princess — I can't believe how happy I am at this moment. I don't want this to end."

"It won't, my woman, but where do we go from here?"

"Well, since you are already here, that solves problem number one. Problem number two is simple: you move your things from the spare room into 'our' bedroom. But as for problem number three, that's up to you, and only you."

"What problem is that Sam?"

"Getting the rest of your stuff from your apartment, then canceling your lease, and moving your sexy ass here with me permanently," she said with a loving laugh.

"I don't think that is a problem; I'd rather think of it as a blessing," he replied as he leaned down and kissed her hard.

There was a scratch at the door. Lynn got up to see what it was, although he pretty much knew what to expect. When he opened the door, Major bounded into the room and jumped onto the bed with his mistress. She looked at the dog and smiled. She took his head into her hands and lovingly stroked his fur. Lynn walked back over and sat down alongside them. Major repeatedly pawed at Lynn. The small man grasped the big dog's paw, and when he did, Major looked over at Sam, and whimpered.

"I'm not mad at you boy," Sam said with love. "You knew all along what to do. We were the idiots. Thank you Major," and they both gave the dog a huge hug. 

*** * ***

Sam and Lynn settled down to life together. The next day he called his landlord and was able to cancel his lease with minimal penalties, then he and Sam discussed a redesign of the house, including finishing a portion of the basement for his office. Sam smiled, and readily agreed to his creative ideas for making the house even more attractive. 

Sam loved talking with her princess. Breakfast was fast becoming their favorite meal. They laughed together so hard as Major ran out the door each morning and attempted to climb the Maple tree to get that squirrel. Sam however, was surprised one day when Major came back in with what looked like a grin and a small amount of brown fur in his mouth. She glanced up into the tree and saw the squirrel preening the disheveled tail. She swore it stared down at the dog, and chattered its disapproval.

Another week passed and Sam was finally allowed to begin rehabilitating her knee in earnest. She was extremely happy when the doctor gave her the all clear to use her bow-flex machine too. She needed to get her muscles back in shape and ready to return to work.

 'Sex alone isn't going to get me toned, but it's sure fun trying,'  Sam wryly thought as she rubbed her pussy remembering last night's love making. She couldn't wait to try out the strap-on her man.

Sam encouraged Lynn to work out too. He was concerned about losing his soft curves, but she explained that it would enhance his appearance, and improve his stamina for their lovemaking.

He laughed when she told him, "Once my knee gets better, if you're not in shape, I could kill you when we make love. So let's get started." When he laughed again, still unconvinced, she glared at him, and sternly said, "I am not kidding Lynn."

Lynn did a double take, and decided he better give it a shot. She designed a simple program for him, and he was amazed at how much better he felt after a few short days.

*** * ***

Friday came, and the new couple decided to go to Gigi's for dinner. 

The last time they saw or spoke to Shelly was when they presented her with the gift card. Lynn was still a little miffed at the bartender but Sam gave him a kiss and shushed him. They walked to Lynn's Chevy Cruze and Sam opened the passenger door for her man. She closed his door, and got into the driver's seat. She enjoyed driving his car — it was sporty and hugged the road curves nicely. 

When they arrived, Lynn placed his arm under Sam's and they walked in together. Shelly was stunned to see the couple. She sniffled as Sam helped Lynn sit down. She walked over to the table, and asked how they were. Shelly wasn't surprised when they told her it was official. Sam looked around and asked where Annie was. Shelly began to cry. Lynn immediately got up, gave her a hug and asked her to sit down. Shelly looked at Lynn and apologized to him for her trickery with Sam. Lynn accepted her heartfelt apology as Sam already had back at their home. Shelly explained that after she told Annie what happened, Annie didn't say a single word. She just finished her drink, got up and left. When Shelly got home later that evening, Annie was gone, and it had been days since they talked.

Lynn asked Shelly for Annie's phone number. He called Annie from his cell and spent the next fifteen minutes talking to the broken hearted woman. When he hung up, he looked at Shelly and told her to go home. "Annie will be there waiting for you there." Shelly gasped, and hugged Lynn. She ran and told Marcy, the owner, she needed the rest of the day off. Marcy seeing the emotion in the bartender's eyes smiled and nodded her agreement. She wanted the old Shelly back.

"What did you say to Annie that changed her mind?" Sam asked with curiosity.

"I simply explained to her that if it wasn't for Shelly, along with a few other factors, you and I may have never happened. I told her that you felt nothing when Shelly kissed you, and Shelly apologized to you immediately and to me today for her misguided but well-intentioned scheme. I also said she would be a fool not to take that lovely woman back. Annie thanked me, and congratulated us. She surprised me by saying that Shelly knew all along we were meant to be. I thanked her, and told Annie if she hadn't used the gift card yet, that tonight's a good night. That's when she asked me to tell Shelly to come home."

"My princess Lynn, I love you so much; your compassion, and caring simply drives me wild," Sam huskily said as she pulled him over and stuck her tongue down his throat.

The people in the bar took notice of these two lovebirds, and even though some were irritated, many more smiled. Sam and Lynn didn't even notice, they were too busy gazing into each other's soul.

*** * ***

One month passed and Sam was given the clearance by her doctor to go back to work. The patrons of Gigi's, for the most part, accepted them with open arms; but more importantly Annie and Shelly were happily together again.

On Monday after the morning ritual of watching Major and the squirrel, Lynn handed his knight her lunchbox, and told her to be careful. Sam smiled, patted him on the ass, and said, "When I get home tonight, I'm gonna make your rosebud pucker."

He knowingly smiled and replied, "'Je ne peux pas attendre de vous sentir l'intérieur moi mon amour, ma knight.'"

Sam laughed and said, "French again? I don't even want to know what you said, but rest assured 'mademoiselle' you're going to get it tonight."

 'We'll see about that,' he thought as he kissed her goodbye.

"Adieu mon amour!"

"Arrieva de urchy to you too," she smirked back as she got into the Silverado.

Sam pulled into the job site, and was warmly greeted by Jackson and the other members of the gang. She hadn't talked with him in quite a while because he had been out of town on a long job. This was his first day back in a month too. She thanked him profusely for his help when she got hurt and asked him over for a beer next week.

"Do you still have that dog?"

"Of course I do."

"Let me think about it then," he said as a cold chill ran down his spine. 

Sam was confused by his response, not having seen Jackson's interaction with Major that evening, shrugged her shoulders and headed over to the grader. Just before she climbed aboard, she felt a tap on her shoulder and turned. It was Alavarez.

"Sam, I am so sorry that it was my stupidity...that caused... you to get, umm," he struggled for the right words, "that hurt you so bad. Can you, umm, will you please forgi..."

Sam put her finger to his lips and said, "If it weren't for you being a bonehead, and that unfortunate accident, I never would have known what true love is. Of course I forgive you."

Sam took his hand gave it a strong shake, and climbed into her machine. Alvarez stood there stunned by her words, until Max yelled at him to get his ass in gear. Jackson couldn't believe what he heard either. When they took their next break, Jackson handed Sam a coffee and sat down next to his bud. He asked Sam what was going on. She simply looked at him and smiled.

"You've got to be kidding me; Lynn and you are..." Jackson didn't finish the sentence as the light bulb in his head turned on. "Wow," he continued, "Now that is something, you went 'straight' with a gay man. What are the odds of that?"

"Yeah, how quirky is that? I love him with all my heart — go figure," she earnestly replied. Sam grinned at the big man and said, "Let's get back to work!"

Sam came home that night, and was so happy. Her first day back was an unqualified success. It felt good to operate again. She walked up to the house, and did a double take. Was that a feather duster she saw in the window? She shook her head, and went to the door. She was just about to grab the handle when the door flew open. Her head was down, and she was stunned by what she saw as she lifted her eyes.

 'Black high heels? Fishnets? Legs? Short black skirt? White Apron? WTF?' 

When she looked at the face, her pussy soaked her jeans. A gorgeous French maid was inside the door with long eyelashes, blue eye shadow, lips the color of red wine, blond hair flowing down the shoulders, red glossy fingernails, a cute chapeau, and OMG that aroma. "Calvin" she purred.

"Welcome home 'monsieur,'" the beautiful maid said before asking, "may I get you a drink, oui?"

"No my dear; if I don't get you upstairs now, I am going to cream myself right here and now," Sam throatily said.

"'Oui, Oui monsieur'," replied the 'maid' running up the stairs with Sam in hot pursuit.

Sam closed the bedroom door as the maid lay lengthwise on the bed, heels dangling from fishnet covered toes. Sam felt like she was becoming dehydrated from all the fluids gushing from her pussy.

"'Venez le chercher tiger!'" the maid whispered seductively before blowing the hapless construction worker a big kiss.

Sam didn't give a shit what was said. She joined the beauty on the bed and played with the stocking covered legs. Sam took off the heels and kissed the feet causing the maid to moan with delight. Sam journeyed up the legs and found the waiting shaft of love. She started to caress the already hard bulge beneath the silk g-string as the maid groaned with pleasure. Sam undressed her lover, and when she was done, fishnets were all he wore.

Sam admired her man, and said, "This morning I promised you something and I aim to deliver."

Lynn almost swooned at her words as he ran his tongue over his glossy lips, "I can't wait to feel you inside me my knight."

Sam reached under their bed, and pulled out the toy box. She undressed and put on the harness. Lynn smiled and shyly informed her that he had mixed up a batch of fake cum, and filled the reservoir. She chuckled when she thought back to the day he asked her about making counterfeit cum. Soon she was ready for him. Sam looked at Lynn with hooded eyes, and holding her cock told him to suck it. Lynn leaned in and began to caress the dildo. Sam felt his hands reach around and play with her ass and sopping wet pussy. She moaned in ecstasy.

Sam pushed him off, and kissed him hard. She fondled his hard cock, and started to jack him off. Lynn bucked his hips in response to her hand's ministrations. Sam suddenly stopped and lubed the strap-on. She pulled Lynn over to her, and lifted his stocking covered legs up exposing his tight little rosebud. She took some lube and playfully applied it to his puckered ass, and gently inserted her finger inside. Lynn turned his head and moaned. Sam fucked his ass with her finger then pulled out and gave it to him. He sucked on the nastiness and begged her to fuck him. 

She placed the dildo at the entrance and pushed in past his anal ring. He pushed back in response, and quickly she was deep inside his ass. Sam began to pound her man, fucking him with abandon. Lynn rubbed his cock with each stroke she took. Lynn started yelling, "Now!" and Sam squeezed the bulb, and the dildo 'ejaculated' deep into her lover's ass. Lynn moaned as his balls rose up and he spurted all over his chest. Sam watched as ropes of spunk covered her man. Finally the last spasm ended and Sam pulled out of his ass. Lynn sat up and greedily cleaned the dildo. When he was done, he lay back down, and sighed.

Sam took the harness off, and smiled at her lover. She sat next to him, and started fondling his cum covered cock. She lowered her head and took him in her mouth. In a matter of seconds he was rock hard again. Sam climbed on top of him and rode him like a bronco. After her third orgasm, she felt Lynn tighten as his load filled her pussy. Soon the two lovers lay side by side their juices oozing from each ones love canal, and they happily fell asleep holding each other so tenderly.

*** * ***

Sam was in a foul mood when she got home from work. Her mother had called, and chewed her out for letting that 'faggot' move in. Sam thought her mom would be happy when she told her that she had a man in her life, but no, Lynn wasn't good enough for her mom. Sam had enough, and was about to hang up when her father came on, and apologized. He told Sam that he would do his best to convince Mary Anne that as long as their daughter was happy that's all that mattered. 

Sam smiled at her Dad's words, "How are you feeling Dad?"

"I'm doing pretty good all things considered, with the breathing exercises my lung capacity has improved twenty five percent. How is your knee doing?"

"It gets stiff occasionally, and I have a slight limp, but overall I am happy with it. I'm working out again on the bow-flex, and I'm toning back up. I'm having trouble with my abs Dad, my six-pack is back, but I'm...poofy. I even had to increase my pant size."

"Ha, ha, ha," he snickered, "Your just getting old Sam."

"Oh screw you, you old man," she teasingly replied. "I'm not a fossil like you."

"No you're not my lovely daughter," he said with love, "I have to go hon, I love you, and don't worry about your mom, okay?"

"I'll try not to Dad. I love you too, bye."

Sam just let Major out to chase the squirrel and do his business when she heard,

 But I believe you really ought to know...I love you...I honestly love you...You don't have to ans...

"Hello, Princess, what's up?"

"Hi Sam, I just got a phone call from your mom..."

"I'm so sorry, I never should have given her your number. Are you okay?"

"Yeah. I'm used to it. What does she have against me?"

"Honey, I just don't know. She can be so bullheaded. Doesn't that sound familiar?" Sam said trying desperately to lighten the mood.

"Bullheaded, yes, mean spirited, no. I guess I'm getting mellow in my 'old' age, I would've bawled my eyes out if this happened a few months ago," Lynn said emphasizing 'old' in his usual feminine way. "Thanks a lot my knight."

"Don't worry my love, she'll come around eventually. I have to go; Major has that stupid squirrel pinned down. Don't forget the potato salad for our BBQ tonight with Jackson and his family."

"Already got it, my handsome one. See you in a few, bye."

Sam blew Lynn a kiss over the phone, and called Shelly. "He keeps dropping hints about his birthday next week...Yeah I know...It should be fun, mixing gays with straights...Oh come on Shelly, Lynn and I didn't go over to the dark side...oh bullshit...we hang out there more than we do anywhere else...uhuh...why would we give up our friends because we fell in love...yes...of course...you're kidding...I knew that and you did too...How's Annie...great, that is wonderful...next Friday after seven...cake?...candles?...NO Shelly, NO male stripper, we are not playing pin the tail on the jackass at my princesses party. Love ya, bye."

*** * ***

Lynn's was unusually happy despite the fact that tomorrow was his thirtieth birthday. He'd always imagined that day would be the worst ever, yet it was going to be the happiest birthday he ever had because he met a butch named Sam, and well, love is a funny thing. He wondered if his knight had anything planned for Saturday. 'Three decades old,' he thought, 'and what do I have to show for it? A beautiful woman, a great job, and a squirrel-chasing mutt. Can it get any better? I don't think so, but...'

You say you're not sure about love...If this thing we got together is real...But I say what are you afraid of?...You're a...




Diamonds In The Rough Ch. 07



"Hi Sam...dinner at Gigi's tonight? Sounds good...Yeah, work was great. Did you get the assignment for next week?...Super, that's good news...Jackson too, even better. See you at home, bye."

Lynn couldn't wait to get home, kick back and wait until his handsome woman drove up the driveway. Then he remembered, "Shit — it's my turn to pick up dog poop. Wonderful."

*** * ***

Sam pulled into Gigi's parking lot, and smiled. It looked perfectly normal for a Friday night. Annie and Shelly had done a good job coordinating the evening's festivities. Sam went around and opened the car door for her man, and escorted him to the entrance. She opened it revealing the dark interior. Lynn looked anxiously at Sam, when...

"SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY LYNN!!"

The guest of honor just about fainted when he saw all the people there. He looked at Sam, and gave her the 'evil eye'.

She laughed and added her own, "Happy Birthday Princess!"

Sam clutched him and gave him a big kiss. The crowd groaned good-naturedly, and the happy couple walked in and began exchanging pleasantries with all of their guests. Lynn was surprised and ecstatic to find his mom and dad there. Even though they visited him at least a few times a month, he dearly loved seeing them. When he told them he moved in with Sam, they were so happy for him —not because Sam was a woman, but because they had never seen Lynn this jovial before. Lynn felt very fortunate that his parents accepted him for who he was, and not what he was.

Sam grabbed her man and showed him the cake. He started to tear up because it was so beautiful. It was a medieval-themed cake, with a knight rescuing a princess. Sam saw his tears, and pulled out a tissue. Lynn laughed, and dabbed his eyes. He certainly didn't want his make up to run tonight.

Sam whispered in his ear, "Wait until we get home tonight, I have a special treat for you my princess," and then she squeezed his cock. Lynn chuckled as his cock started to swell. 

Soon with the party winding down, and after a rousing rendition of 'Happy Birthday', Lynn sat down and opened his presents. Finally there was only one present left, and of course it was the gift from Sam. He looked at his knight and saw she was sweating a little. He patted the chair next to him, and asked her to sit. She handed him the package, gave him a light peck on the cheek and sat down. Lynn opened the box, and was overjoyed; it was a new laptop computer.

He leaned over and thanked her with a kiss. Sam looked at Lynn, smiled, then suddenly her eyes rolled back up into her head and she collapsed like a wet dishrag into Lynn's arms to the gasps of all around. Lynn with the help of others gently laid her down on the hard floor. Unabashed tears streamed down his face as he gently cradled her unmoving head and stroked her hair. Shelly already called 911 and informed the stunned guests that help was on the way.

*** * ***

An hour passed as Lynn, his parents, Shelly, Annie, as well as Jackson and his wife, waited for news about Sam. Finally the nurse came out and asked for Lynn. Calmly, he asked the nurse what was wrong, and the nurse said, "Please follow me."

Lynn saw Sam lying on the bed, and she seemed very nervous. He grasped her hand and to lighten her mood he asked, "'Comment êtes-vous mon bien-aimé, Qu'est-ce que le docteur a dit?'"

She laughed at his French, when he started to translate she stopped him and haltingly said, "'Ma belle princesse... je suis amende...les médecins dit,'...I'm pregnant Lynn."

Lynn flopped in the chair shocked by her words. He looked at Sam and asked, "Umm, how did you know what I asked? It was in French, and umm, you...replied in...French too?"

She laughed at his question, it wasn't the question she expected, "I have been taking French lessons at work via my I-pod. I got tired of you blindsiding me with your 'French abuse' so I thought I would surprise you one day, but not quite like this. Oh, by the way, in case you didn't hear, we are going to have a baby, Princess."

Lynn got up from the chair, and went over to his woman. He placed his hand on her firm tummy. He smiled and gave Sam a tender kiss, then in his girlish voice said, "You are going to be a wonderful father."

"And you, my beloved, are going to be a wonderful mother."

Lynn staggered back to the chair and plopped down. Tears flowing freely, he beamed when he said, "I'm going to be a mommy!"

Sam laughed, "Yes you are, you're going to be the most wonderful mom ever, as long as you remember who wears  'le pantalon'  in this family, oui?"

They both had a good laugh at that comment.

"Was it because you are pregnant, that you fainted?" He asked, his handsome woman.

"Yes and no, the doctor asked me what I ate today, and when I thought about it, I couldn't remember taking the time to eat, because I was so excited about your birthday party, I figured I would just eat there tonight. Then when we surprised you, I forgot again." As she put her hands on her tummy. "Apparently our child took matter into his or her hands, and whether I ate or not, our baby was not to be denied.

"So, me being pregnant, and the fact I didn't eat anything today contributed to my...umm...collapse," Sam said with a little embarrassment.

"Well my knight, I will make sure you eat properly, and sleep properly, and..."

"Princess, shut up, and kiss me."

*** * ***

Sam asked Lynn to go tell their friends the good news. He patted her tummy again and headed out to the waiting area. Lynn, before he opened the door, put a somber look on his face. He walked into the area, and called his parents over to a small conference room. Their friends cautiously watch as he slowly closed the door. Lynn motioned for his parents to sit. He began to animatedly speak when they heard his mom shriek and start to cry. The friends stunned by the scream gathered around the closed door all eyes were moist with concern, anticipating some horrible fate for Sam. Lynn opened the conference room door and came out with a dour expression.

Unable to hold it back any more, Lynn looked at their friends, and said, "Sam is pregnant with our child!"

The somber mood changed instantly as everyone came over to congratulate Lynn.

Jackson gave Lynn a gentle pat on the back and asked, a mischievous glint in his eye, "And who is going to be the mother?"

The joyful reverie immediately stopped as everyone glared at Jackson, "What?" was all he could say.

Lynn, not fazed by the question, simply asked, "Who do you think?"

Jackson stared at Lynn, and started to laugh; soon everyone was laughing and joking, excited for the happy couple. Shelly came up to Lynn, and gave him a big hug.

"You know, I knew you two belonged together when I first saw you sitting at the bar crying like a little baby." Lynn looked at her incredulously, as she continued, "Something about the way you two looked and acted when you were together, it felt like...well like love to me. You two were destined to get together. Small world isn't Lynn?"

Lynn cringed at the mention of those words. He excused himself, and walked out of the room trying to get that damn song out of his head. After ten minutes of agony the music finally faded away. He walked back into the waiting room, saw Shelly and turned back around, "Damn it!" he screamed under his breath.

Sam was discharged two hours after everyone heard the good news, with recommendations for an OB/Gyn. Their friends congratulated them, and Lynn's parents were beaming at the unexpected prospect of becoming grandparents. While driving home, the two expectant parents discussed how this happened. Both realized they had been in a same-sex relationship for so many years that birth control had never once crossed their minds. It was an accident, albeit a blessed accident.

Sam walked into their home, and let Major out. Even after midnight the dog took off like a banshee hoping to catch that squirrel. Sam looked at her man, and realized it was already Saturday.

She walked over to him and said, "Happy Birthday, my princess."

Sam took Lynn's hand into hers, and said, "No sense in putting off the inevitable. I would get down on one knee, however, circumstances being what they are, this will have to do."

Lynn looked at Sam and wondered what she meant, then he looked into her brown eyes as she asked, "Lynn Jacobs, will you marry me?"

Lynn smiled as the tears streamed down his cheeks, "Oh yes, my knight, I will marry you! This has been the most wonderful birthday I have ever had."

"My love, it's only been your birthday for twenty seven minutes."

"I know, but it can't get any better than finding out you're pregnant with our child, and that we're going to get married. What else could there be?"

"Let's go to our bedroom and find out," she said with a deep voice and a sly look in her eyes.

Lynn smiled, walked to the back door and let Major in. Then he turned to Sam and together they walked up the stairs to their bedroom in anticipation of the next chapter of their lives."

Thank you for reading, their story. 

Next chapter...soon.



Diamonds In The Rough Ch. 08



Many thanks to my editor SoCalOvid on this series. He has given my words, that extra zing. Thank you for opening my quirky romance. If you would please read the previous chapters before this one, it will make it more understandable, and I hope very enjoyable.

To all that have followed this series, thank you so much, I have been humbled by the comments and votes. 

  Diamonds In The Rough Ch. 08  

*** ** ***

The Boeing 737 banked northward and began its descent. The man in 27A packed up his computer and looked out the window. He saw the Cincinnati skyline off in the distance and thought about the past eighteen months. It was fraught with poor choices, and deception. He quietly squirmed when he heard the landing gear extend and wondered what kind of a reception he would get from his former lover as he returned to reclaim what was his. He knew once he got his hooks in, it wouldn't be too long before he was back in control. 

The jet touched down, and the engines now in reverse throttled up to slow the aircraft down. As the jet rolled down the landing strip the captain came on the speaker and welcomed the passengers to the Cincinnati/Northern Kentucky International Airport. He informed everyone that the weather was an unusually warm and sunny, the temperature was 53 degrees, then he thanked them for their patronage, and informed the passengers that cell phones could now be used. The jet turned off the runway, and began the short journey to the gate.

The man immediately turned his cell phone on, and tried to call his former lover, only to discover much to his irritation the phone number was no longer in service. Once at the gate, the jet's door opened and the man, so angry that his ex would have the audacity to change his number, swore out loud as he retrieved his carry-on luggage from the overhead bin. A young husband, with a very pregnant wife at his side, took offense to the use of such foul language, and chastised him loudly in front of the now smiling passengers. The normally brash man cowered at the husband's words. He quietly disembarked and slinked away to the baggage claim as he cursed his ex repeatedly.

Outside, the man enjoyed the bright sunlight, so different from the rainy place he left that morning. He took the tram to where the car rentals were located, and soon he was on his way to reclaim his meal ticket.

*** ** ***

Three months earlier

Sam just got up from a busy night with her new fiancé. She went downstairs to make coffee and let the dog out. She contemplated what to do with her mom — how to reveal her pregnancy, and her upcoming marriage. Sam was irritated that her mom wouldn't give Lynn a chance, and by the way in which she seemed to have judged him without even knowing him. It didn't matter that her only daughter was happy: mom didn't like her choice. Mother never liked Sam's choices. The pregnant construction worker was so deep in thought that she didn't hear her princess come up behind her and when he kissed the nape of her long neck she shivered with delight.

"Good morning my fiancé, and how are you doing this fine morning?" Lynn cooed.

Sam's heart jumped at the word fiancé, yet her tone indicated worry, "Honestly Princess, my mom's attitude is really bugging me. For years she kept shoving my lesbian lifestyle in my face, and I just smiled. She laughed at me when I told her I broke up with Alexis. My own mother laughed at me. In my sorrow, I still turned the other cheek because she was my mother. Now I tell her I found true love — a love with a lover who has a penis.

"I thought she would be ecstatic, and instead what does she say? She asks 'How could you get involved with another queer?' What kind of mother do I have? 

"Then she calls your phone and harasses you until you are forced to change your number. She tells me I'm stupid, and, and, UGGGGGGH!" Sam yelled in desperation as she pounded the table with her fist, so frustrated with her mom's abhorrent behavior.

Lynn tenderly took Sam's hand, stroked it gently, and calmly said, "Parents only want what's best for their child. Sometimes the parent is right, and sometimes the child is right. Your mom loves you, and wants you to be happy, my Knight. She is just having difficulty with your choices — although I must say your last choice was perfection," he said with his slightly catty feminine wit that caused Sam to laugh and smile. "Seriously though, I wouldn't do anything rash, and I'm sure she will turn around especially once she learns you are carrying her grand-baby."

"That's what I mean: why can't she accept me for who I am, and who I love? Just because I'm pregnant she is 'now' going to accept me? That's bullshit, and you know it." The anger was building in her voice.

"Does it matter what the catalyst is for her to come around? I don't think so, and I don't think you do either. Sam, my love, as hard as it is, give her a chance to come around, please? Our love fits, remember?"

"Yes it does my beautiful man and I'll try. I'll try to give her a chance," she replied, and then she looked down and smiled. "Speaking of hard — glad to see me, huh?"

"Always; but after last night, the only thing holding it up is the need to pee. Do you realize that you have actually rubbed me raw? Not that I'm complaining, mind you. The spirit is very willing, but alas my delicate 'flesh' is weak," he said with pure feminine charm.

"No problem milady; that's why God created the strap-on," Sam said with a wicked little smile, and raising a single eyebrow.

"And a tongue too," he replied as he passed his tongue over her scar and delicately stuck the tip in her ear.

"Lynn, stop it you're giving me goose bumps, and making me wet. I need to take my shower now and get to work, I can't be late a second time this week."

"How about we save water today?" he giggled.

"You're incorrigible, but you know that's why I love you and I am going to make an 'honest femme' out of you yet."

Lynn laughed at her remark, grabbed her hand and the two went upstairs to have a little fun before separating for the day.

*** ** ***

Sam got to the job site just as Max concluded the pre-job briefings.

He looked at the late arrival and bellowed, "Job trailer Weatherly, NOW!"

Sam winced, and for the next five minutes faced the wrath of her foreman. The ass chewing over, she walked down the trailer stairs, and headed to the grader. She heard a snicker and looked up to see Jackson laughing. She changed direction and traveled over to him.

"What the fuck is 'your' problem?"

With a smirk on his face he replied, "I don't have a problem; however, when I see a big strong..." He flexed his arms mockingly, "pregnant woman worn out by a wee little man...too funny, too fucking funny, and that...my dear friend is a fucking hilarious problem."

Sam looked at Jackson, and with anger in her voice replied, "My 'FIANCE' is not a 'wee' man, and I take offense at your name calling! So put up your dukes Jackson; I am going to kick the crap out of you!" she yelled as she raised her fists menacingly, albeit with a smile on her face.

"Fiancé? Fiancé? Oh wow, I can't believe it, come here you," he countered enthusiastically and gave Sam a big hug, lifting her up off the ground. "I am so happy for you two. It's about time you made an honest 'woman' out of him." His smile couldn't get any bigger.

"Fuck you Jackson," Sam jokingly said as she punched him in the arm.

"Oww, that hurt," the big man replied, his voice dripping with a phony pathos intended to gain sympathy, "Ain't no way I'm fighting you Sam. I remember what you did to that bitch Brittany. I humbly apologize for my 'rude and insensitive' remark about your fiancé." Then, in deference to his pregnant friend, he deeply bowed.

Sam put her hands on her slender hips and shook her head, "Apology accepted asshole, now let's get to work."

Jackson peered at Sam, chuckled, and slapped her gently on the back. Sam grabbed him and uncharacteristically gave him a kiss on the cheek before she headed to her machine. Jackson touched the spot she kissed and thought how lucky Lynn was to have this beautiful woman in his life. 'You two are going to be great parents' he thought to himself, as he went to his truck.

Sam just got into the cab of the earthmover when her phone rang; she looked at the number and winced. It was just after 6:00 am in Arizona,  'What does she want now?'  Sam wondered.

"I'll listen later, 'IF' she leaves a message," the operating engineer muttered to herself. Sam placed the phone in 'airplane mode' so she wouldn't be disturbed and fired up the big earthmover to start the day's work.

Sam forgot all about her mom until lunchtime when she took out her cell to see if she had any messages. She saw two and realized one was her mom's, and another was from...her dad. Worried, Sam played the first message and was stunned by what she heard.

"Hello Samantha, this is your mother, remember me? The woman who brought you into this world? Now you listen to me Samantha, I don't know what you are trying to pull living with that...that 'faggot', but I want it stopped right now, do you hear me? Oh and another thing too. Tell that little twerp that I 'miss' our conversations. And further..." SMACK! Sam slammed her phone on the ground, and started to shake.

"Holy fuck Sam! What did you do to your phone?" Jackson asked rhetorically as he picked up the shattered pieces of plastic strewn over the ground.

Sam stared at the remnants of her phone in disbelief, "Why did I do that? God damn it, what's wrong with me?" she cried and with alarm in her eyes looked at Jackson.

Jackson put his arms around his bud, "Sam, you are mentally and physically one of, if not the, strongest woman I have ever met. We've been friends for almost seven years, and best buds for quite a few of them. So let me be blunt...Sam, you are pregnant."

"No shit Sherlock," Sam answered back as she pulled a tissue out of her packet and wiped her eyes. "Are you going to tell me my hormones are all whacked out now, and these things are expected?"

"As a matter of fact, yes I was," he said with sincerity.

"Yeah, I know. When Lynn and I met with the obstetrician, she explained hormonal imbalance, and other 'niceties' that go along with being pregnant. I got what happened when I saw your face. Thanks for understanding."

"I'll watch out for you, I've got experience with these matters," he said proudly, laughing just a little at himself.

"That you do," she said, and she pulled out her wallet and showed him all the pictures of his children he had sent her over the years.

"Now, can I borrow your phone? I need to hear the second message; it was from my dad. I can't listen to it from my phone, due to, umm, technical difficulties."

"Promise not to break it." Jackson asked, completely deadpan as he handed Sam his phone.

Sam chuckled and dialed her voicemail. Her mood became somber as she listened to her dad's concerned voice, "Hi Sam, I am so sorry for what your mom said. I tried to stop her, but I was too late. She has been having trouble with her emotions. It seems like it's been getting worse. I am taking her to the doctor on Thursday. I'll update you later. Hope all is going well with you and Lynn. Love you daughter. Bye."

Sam immediately called Lynn.

"Hi Jackson, what's up?" he cheerfully asked.

"Hey babe, it's me. Umm, my phone sort of broke, and I borrowed Jackson's," she quietly said to her man. "According to Dad, Mom's been having more problems with her moods, and today she left a voicemail that was really mean. I don't know what to do?"

"Oh, hi Love, what happened to your phone? Never mind. We can talk about that later. Umm, I'm not sure what we can do about your phone right now.

"I think your dad has it right about your mom; so let's wait and see what her doctor says, and go from there. Remember neither of them know we are getting married, or that you're pregnant. When are we going to let them in on our little secrets?"

"We'll discuss that later, and my phone too," she said sheepishly.

"No problem; and trust me, I understand where your dad is coming from too, regarding emotional issues," his feminine voice said with sincerity.

"Are you referring to what Dr. Milner said regarding our pregnancy, and my 'possible' hormonal issues," Sam said with a tinge of irritation.

"No of course not, I was talking about me and how I used to get," he quickly replied.

"Good. See you at home; love you Princess."

"Love you too, my Knight," Lynn replied as he hung up the phone.

 'Shit! Did I just dodge a bullet or what? Be careful Lynn my girl, be careful,'  he thought to himself as he stroked Major on the head and went back to work on their home remodel. His phone rang again, and when he answered it was Jonathan Barker from Carlisle enterprises checking on the progress of the work they contracted for with Lynn.

"Everything is on schedule and doing fine...yes I got Brent to do the photography and I am very happy with..." the conversation continued as Lynn discussed the new designs with his client. Major peered out the door, and began to chuff. The squirrel lounging high above on a tree limb stared at his nemesis. Major's chuff's developed into a series of whines which in turn caused Lynn to open the door so the two adversaries could begin another joust.

Sam's dad called back Thursday afternoon, and asked to be put on speakerphone. He needed to talk with both of them.

"Okay Dad, you're on speaker. What is going on with Mom?"

"Thanks honey. Hi Lynn."

"Hi Leonard. So tell us: what's going on?"

"The doctor says that her behavior was the result of an allergic reaction to the Trazodone. We will be weaning her off that, and switching her to another medication called Wellbutrin. He is hopeful that will alleviate her symptoms, and help 'center' her again. I'm so sorry, Lynn, that she has been harassing you. She should be okay in a few weeks if the Wellbutrin works."

"That's okay Leonard, I know she has difficulty with Sam and I being together, and I just hope she will be okay. I am so happy they found something, and are taking care of it." Lynn said, his voice pitched higher than normal.

Leonard chuckled at Lynn's voice change. Both he and Mary Anne were stunned when Sam informed them that Lynn and she were living together. He had never liked Alexis, and although he was sad for Sam when they broke up, inside he was screaming "YES!" He harkened back to the conversations he had with Lynn when Sam was injured. Leonard could hear the love when Lynn spoke about his daughter. He didn't care that Lynn sounded so feminine; he learned years ago to never judge a book by its cover. But not once did he think that Sam would fall in love with a man, let alone this man.

"Dad that is great news, super news! I hope the med change works. But...umm, Dad, I don't know if this is a good time, but, well, we need to tell you something." Sam said trying to keep her emotions under control.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, absolutely nothing, It's not 'what's wrong' but what's 'right' Dad...Lynn and I are getting married next month," she said, her voice quivering with happiness.

"Oh my stars and garters, you're kidding me! That's the most wonderful news I have had in months. Oh lord, Sam I am so happy for you two. I do have a question though — Lynn how come you didn't ask me if you could marry my daughter, isn't that tradition?" Leonard asked his future 'son' a little tongue in cheek.

"Well, sir, actually Sam asked my dad for my hand in marriage last week," Lynn said his voice trembling slightly.

Leonard laughed, "I figured as much son. I know my daughter pretty well, and that would be her way. Well, this is great news for a sad time. I pray the medications will work on your mom so she can share in this moment too. I am so happy for you guys. Oh, and Lynn? For not asking me, may I remind you that it is a 'Small World.'"

 'Shit'  Lynn thought to himself as he walked away for a few seconds to regroup.

Sam knew immediately what happened when her Dad said those two words. She laughed, and said, "Nice one Dad. But we have some additional good news for you too."

"Nice what, Sam?" he innocently asked then in all seriousness, "What, additional news? What could be better than you two getting married?"

Lynn took his place by Sam's side when she announced, "I'm pregnant too."

"YOU'RE WHAT? OH MY GOD! That's wonderful, wonderful news. When are you due? How are you feeling? Oh Sam, I'm so happy for you two." Then he paused and thought a moment, "Listen, I want to wait before telling your Mom. The medication needs time to work, and I don't want to add any more stress. Do you two understand, and agree?"

"I agree, and I'm sure Lynn will agree as well Dad." She glanced at Lynn who nodded affirmatively. "Now to answer all your questions, Grandpa," Sam mirthfully replied as the animated conversation continued with the two lovers filling in her father on all that happened, and what was going to happen in another month.

*** ** ***

Sam was sitting at the kitchen table Saturday going over wedding invitations, and other things. Her pregnancy was going well, with minimal side effects. She had to admit that since she had become pregnant she had a short fuse, but Lynn handled it in stride. She thought back to Alexis, and how alone she felt after their breakup, and in her hyperemotional state she couldn't help it, she teared up just thinking about those dark days. 

Lynn came in and asked his fiancé, "Sam, what's wrong?"

"I was just remembering how alone I was when Alexis left. I met you — but I didn't know you. I was so sad, and now with all these emotions and planning, and...and...aaaargh. Oh Lynn!" she said with exasperation.

Lynn calmly replied, "Remember my Knight, it isn't you or I anymore, it's now and forever, 'we'. We will do this as a couple; you are not alone. Our love fits and it feels good, and because our love fits it's where we belong...together and inseparable." His voice was strong with the commitment for his handsome woman.

Sam took a deep breath; Lynn's beautiful words encouraged her. She knew those words he spoke. It was his ring tone, a song by Leslie Pearl called, 'If the Love Fits.' She remembered when she first heard him hum the melody. It was so enchanting and so beautiful. She asked him what the name of the song was. He played the song for her, and she heard Leslie sing the words, it made her so happy, because it was they who the songstress was singing about. It was their love that fit, and it felt great. But more importantly she knew with all her heart that where they belonged...was together."

With newfound courage and her heart-felt conviction Sam said, "Thank you my love, we will do this together. Thanks for reminding me, that our love fits, and it's where 'we' belong."

Lynn smiled that she heard and listened to what he said. She was so remarkable. "Yes, together. Now let's see if we can get this wedding moving forward my Knight."

*** ** ***

The days turned into weeks as the two planned their wedding with Shelly and Annie. Lynn's every free moment was spent working on the nursery. He was very busy as he worked on the color schemes, theme, and furniture. He wanted their child's room finished before he or she arrived in six months.

Two-and-a-half weeks before the wedding, Sam still hadn't heard back from her Dad. A few days after she mailed out the wedding invitations, her Dad called.

"Hi Dad, how are you doing, and how is Mom feeling? Are you going to be able to come to the wedding?" she asked with concern.

"Whoa Sam, wild horses couldn't keep me from watching my daughter get married," he chuckled. "I am doing fine, the doctor is still very pleased with how things are going, and..."




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Sam, fraught with worry interjected, "Dad, that is great news, but how is Mom doing? Has the medication helped? Does she know about the pregnancy?"

"The medication is slowly helping her. I see glimpses of the strong woman I married reemerging. Her moodiness is lessening, and I am hopeful it will continue to improve. No, I haven't told her yet, but I will," he replied understanding his daughter's concern. "And to answer your next question, 'we' will be arriving in Cincy a couple of days before the wedding."

"That is good news, thank you Dad for calling me, I love you, and give Mom a kiss for me," she said, as a loud sigh of relief left her lips.

"I will, and I love you too see you next week, bye."

"Bye Dad." This time she smiled when she hung up the phone.

Sam turned and looked at her profile in the mirror on their bedroom door. She put her hands on her stomach and rubbed her small baby bump. The thought of giving birth was exciting for her. She had discussed with her princess their roles as parents. They would nurture their child with love, and help their child understand that love doesn't care 'who' you love, just as long as you love. It was at that juncture Sam pondered doing something she hadn't done in quite a long time. She smiled fondly remembering all the heads she turned at that Christmas party. Sam looked at her growing belly, and decided to put her plan in motion ASAP.

*** ** ***

 But if the love fits wear it, baby...And if it feels good, put it on...And if it looks right then just maybe...This love we have is where you belong...

"Hello my Knight. What's up?" responded Lynn to his handsome pregnant woman's phone call.

"Lynn could you do me a favor and get dressed up in your best suit, and come to Gigi's. There is someone you need to meet," Sam said with an excitement and anticipation in her voice that piqued Lynn's interest.

"What time Sam?"

"How about five-thirty?"

"I'll be there, handsome," he said. 'I wonder what's going on now,' he thoughtfully mused.

Lynn got out of his Cruze in the bar parking lot and went inside. He scanned the area looking for Sam and this person she wanted him to meet. Not seeing anybody he recognized, Lynn went up to Shelly and asked where his Knight was. She smiled and pointed to a table in the back corner of the bar. He looked at the table and saw a candle flicker in the dim light. A single woman with her back to him was sitting, and sipping a drink. It didn't look like Sam — she had long dark hair cascading down to the middle of her back.  'She must be the person Sam wanted me to meet.'  He slowly walked over, and stopped dead in his tracks. Lynn looked at the woman and thought  'What's going on?'

"Hello, Sam? Is that you?" he asked in a tentative voice, very unsure of himself at that moment.

With her back still facing him, the woman seductively replied, in French,  "I'm sorry honey, I don't know anyone named Sam, my name is 'Sweet Spot' and I would love it if the handsome gentleman would be so kind to freshen my drink and show me a good time tonight. I am all.... alone," she sighed.

Lynn walked to the other side of the table and turned to face the mysterious female. He was mesmerized by this vision of pure womanhood, who oozed sex with every fiber of her being. His cock began to swell as he hungrily followed the long black hair that trailed sensuously off her shoulders, her eyes of deep brown were accented by long, lush eyelashes, framed with a soft peach eye shadow, and circled with rich black mascara that reeked of hot, sensuous sex. His erection strained against his pants as he gazed at her rouge-highlighted cheeks, and deep burgundy colored lips. The woman looked back at him with a salacious gaze and tantalizingly moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue.

She wore a dark blue dress with spaghetti straps that left her shoulders unprotected and inviting. His breath quickened at the sight of her well-sculpted arm muscles, so powerful and sexy. Her neck was adorned with a cross necklace that pointed to her cleavage exposing the swell of pert breasts as her erect nipples proudly poked through the fine fabric and beckoned him to explore their hardness. His eyes wandered further down her tight hard body, and he came to the dress's end at mid thigh. Lynn gasped loudly when her tan stocking tops became visible as the femme' fatale subtly shifted position and gave him an unobstructed view of her panty-less pussy. He almost swooned when she crossed her long muscular legs, and seductively dangled a three-inch heel off her nylon covered foot casually rocking the stiletto back and forth as she ran her tongue across the rim of the glass, and stared at him with hooded eyes.

The fog lifted when he heard her purr a request in French for him to freshen her drink. He leaned down and removed the glass from her hand and kissed the dark red fingernails of this gorgeous woman. She blew him a kiss as he turned to the bar to fulfill her request.

He returned with drinks in hand and sat across from this perfect female specimen. He set her glass down and slid it towards her waiting hand. Before he could pull away, she grasped him and raked her long nails across the back of his hand. Lynn shivered, as he slowly made eye contact with this vixen. She licked her lips and shifted position. He shuddered noticeably when he felt a stocking clad toe slide underneath his pant leg. He gasped as her foot danced up his leg and came to rest in his crotch. He threw his head back and loudly groaned as her toes delicately danced on his manhood through his clothes his erection strained mightily to be free.

"Oh Sweet Spot," he moaned. "I need you now."

Her laugh was delicate, and her voice soft when she replied in French,   "I have a room not to far from here, care to join me?"  

Lynn quickly stood, and helped his lady up. The 'femme fatale' winked at the smiling barmaid and slid her arm into her man's and gently squeezed. The two left the bar for their rendezvous in her boudoir.

When he closed her car door, and slid into the driver's seat she leaned into him and wrapped her arms around the helpless man. She smothered him with hot lips as her hands massaged his cock. The woman instructed him to lay his seat back, and she unzipped his pants. She slowly parted the opening, reached in and exposed his throbbing hardness. She bent down and drew his erection into her hot mouth. She flicked the shaft with her tongue and teased the swollen head, never touching his manhood with her hands.

Using only her mouth, she delicately licked underneath his crown and slowly filled her mouth until her nose rested on his belly. Sensuously her head moved up his shaft for what seemed an eternity before she brought her head quickly down and engulfed him again. She repeated each movement over and over until she felt his balls rise, and felt his shaft become rigid. She felt his hands gently grasp her head as she quickened the pace. Lynn threw his head back and cried out as he ejaculated rope after steamy rope of hot cum into this woman's mouth. She let her mouth fill with his spunk, and tried to keep it from spilling out. When he shuddered his last, she slowly removed her mouth from his shaft. As she reached the tip of his penis, she raked her teeth ever so gently over the sensitized head causing Lynn to shake. Then the beautiful woman made her way up to his waiting mouth and when he opened it, she planted her lips on his, and fed her beautiful Princess the product of his lust.

For several minutes she lay in his arms playing with his nipples through his shirt. She wanted nothing in return. This was all about him. She looked up and said, "I hope you enjoyed my role playing. It's been a long time since I dressed up like this. I forgot how wonderful nylons feel; I love the cool breeze on my legs with every step I take, aaaah," she cooed. "I'm going to have to wear these more often."

"It does feel good. I love the coolness, when I wear stockings too. This role-play was exciting. I enjoyed playing a 'man' today. I had an extraordinarily wonderful time. Your hair extensions completely fooled me. I was wondering: the night is still young — shall we head to your 'room' and enjoy the rest of the evening? I think paybacks are in order," he asked with fervent anticipation as he put his cock away and raised the seat back up.

"Oh, I hope 'Sweet Spot' will visit on occasion too," he coyly added.

"I am sure she will, Princess, and I can't wait to get home," Sam purred as she fastened her seatbelt.

Lynn kissed her, started the car and drove home for more fun with his handsome woman.

*** ** ***

"Hi Dad, what time is your flight getting in? Oh that's perfect. We'll see you then, Bye. 

"Lynn that was my dad; he will be coming in at five-fifteen today."

"Good. Did he say anything about your mom? Did he tell her yet?"

"No, and he didn't say," she responded sadly.

"Dear, dear, dear," Lynn responded, his voice especially high pitched. "She needs to find out before Saturday. I hope your dad knows what he is doing."

He saw Sam fidget at the thought, so he quickly changed the subject, and talked about the young minister who was going to perform the ceremony. They had a good laugh when the discussion turned to their vows. They were happy to have a 'new age' Man of God at their church.

Sam waited pensively at the airport cell phone lot. Her parent's flight arrived a half-an-hour before. She jumped when her phone began playing her dad's ring tone.

"Hi Dad! How are you two doing?"

"We're fine Sam; we got our bags. Meet us in arrivals."

Sam hung up her three-week old phone and drove to arrivals. She saw her mom and dad waving to her. She parked the Silverado to help her dad with their luggage. The moment she stepped out of the truck her mom grabbed her and gave her a big hug.

"I'm so sorry Sam for the way I treated Lynn and you. I love you dearly; can you forgive me?" Mary Anne said choked with tears.

"Mom, there is nothing to forgive. I love you too, and I am just so glad that you are able to be here for our wedding."

Mary Anne stared at Sam's belly and looked up at Sam pleadingly. Sam smiled at her mother and nodded yes, and in that most life affirming of moments, her mom gently put her hands on her daughter's tummy to touch her grandchild to be in the womb. Mary Anne began to cry in earnest at the touch, from the special joy that can only be shared between a mother and her daughter. Sam's arms encircled and cradled her mom, and she gently stroked her hair.

"I love you Mom."

"I love you too, Sam!" she replied as Leonard wiped his eyes on his sleeve.

"Dad! I have tissue. Men!" She grinned as she glanced at her mother, who was also laughing at her husband.

*** ** ***

The evening before their wedding at the rehearsal dinner, Sam and Lynn introduced her mom and dad to Lynn's parents. It soon became obvious that these two couples would become great friends. With the preparations for the wedding successfully over, Sam and her Princess retired to their bedroom for one last night as singles.

"Nervous about tomorrow?" Sam asked her man.

"Yeah, a little. But as long as you're by my side, I will be fine."

"Are you disappointed you didn't have a bridal shower?"

"No more than you at not having a bachelor party. There simply wasn't enough time honey, and speaking about honey...moon — spending our first few days as a married couple in Vegas was a great idea." 

"Yeah, I thought so too. With 'baby' on the way, it will be just right. Well let's get some sleep and rest up for our big day tomorrow."

"Sam, I love you."

"I love you too Lynn."

*** ** ***

A gentle melody filled the air inside the United Methodist Church that had become Sam and Lynn's church home. It was 'their' song. Sam looked at her father standing next to her in his tuxedo and gave him a big smile. The rear doors of the Sanctuary opened as the bridesmaids and groomsman strolled down the aisle and took their positions at the altar. At that point the sound of 'If The Love Fits' faded and the opening measures of the bridal march began in earnest.

The assembled friends and family rose as the final two members of the wedding party entered the room and began their slow walk down the aisle. Sam stood proudly at the altar and lovingly gazed at her man as his father escorted him to be joined with her forever. She smiled at her Princess's white tuxedo, complementing his narrow waist, which was encircled with a pink cummerbund. Sam admired the bouquet her man carried as his eyes locked with hers. It was a stunning arrangement of white red-tipped roses, along with Shasta daisies, and beautiful pink carnations delicately woven together. 

Sam was dressed in a set of formal tails for their wedding. She chose a charcoal tuxedo adorned with a white red-tipped rose boutonniere matching the roses in Lynn's bouquet. She and Lynn understood the special meaning this rose had for them. Sam laughed to herself when she remembered the look on the tailor's face when both she and Lynn were getting fitted. 

At that moment she turned to her best man and beamed.

Jackson couldn't help himself as he flashed a huge toothsome smile back at her, followed by a few quiet words and a reassuring pat on the back; he was honored to be her best man. Sam gazed across the aisle at Shelly, Lynn's matron of honor. She saw tears of joy in her eyes. She looked at Lynn's mom; her eyes sparkled with love when their eyes met. Finally she saw her parents. She was so grateful that her mom and dad were here to share the joy of this special day, and she thanked God her mom was on the road to recovery.

Sam looked up and saw her beloved in front of her. Lynn looked at his dad and clasped his hand. Marion gave his son a warm handshake, gently squeezed his arm and presented his son's hand to Sam.

"'Bonjour mon beau chevalier, je suis honoré d'être votre épouse, et attendons avec intérêt de prendre votre nom de famille, mon amour.'" Lynn said to his handsome woman.

Sam smiled and replied in kind, "' Ma belle princesse, J'ai attendu si longtemps pour vous d'être à mes côtés. Je t'aime beaucoup. J'ai l'honneur de vous donner mon nom comme un petit témoignage de mon amour.'"

On cue, Jackson's oldest boy walked up the aisle and presented to Pastor Nelson the symbols of unbroken love that Sam and Lynn had for each other. A band of gold with small diamond accents for Sam and a stunning diamond solitaire ring for Lynn.

The couple smiled at the young man then turned their attention to Pastor Jeff Nelson as the wedding ceremony of Samantha Jean Weatherly, and Lyndon Andrew Jacobs began.

"Dearly beloved we are gathered here..."

*** ** ***

"Before I pronounce them husband and wife," Pastor Nelson said as he faced the congregation, "I am honored to see all of you here as witnesses to this blessed event." 

Pointing out into the crowd he continued, "You are their family in Christ; you have all played a role in nurturing this beautiful couple through their glorious journey of love and togetherness. These two for many years were uncut diamonds — diamonds in the rough...waiting to be uncovered and admired by God and...by us.

"Through the love of parents, friends, and each other, these once raw diamonds are now finely polished gems, ready to embark together on that wondrous journey of love and happiness. The sparkling stones on their fingers symbolize the shining inner diamond that this merger lovingly represents. They are now united as one under God for the entire world to behold. 

"They are joined together by hope, faith and love. I am honored, humbled, and proud, that it is my privileged duty in front of God and all His witnesses here, to present for the first time as a married couple:

"Lyndon Andrew Weatherly and, his spouse Samantha Jean Weatherly.

"Sam, you may kiss your spouse," Pastor Nelson said with a smile on his face that clearly originated in his heart.

Gently she took her princess's face in her hands, and before she kissed her spouse, she lovingly said, "Good afternoon, Mr. Weatherly."

"And a blessed good evening to you Mrs. Weatherly," he replied as Sam brought his lips to hers. Then with true love they kissed for the first time as a married couple.

The newly married couple walked out of the church their photographer took several pictures of them. Before leaving for the reception at Gigi's, the bridal party went back into the church, to have additional photos taken. As Ron the photographer from Brent's Commercial Photography was positioning the groomsman and bridesmaids, Sam walked over to her father, and gave him a bear-hug.

"I must admit that felt good, I haven't had my back cracked like that in ages," he teasingly groaned. "But what was that for?"

"I wanted to thank you for putting another puzzle back together," Sam said with a small tear.

"It's what fathers and husbands do Sam," he tenderly replied patting her hand. "You will do it too." Then he kissed his daughter on her cheek.

A bright light flashed, startling them, "Perfect, that was perfect. I love candid shots like that!" Ron said gleefully.

Lynn smiled when he saw Ron move into position to take a photo of Sam and her Dad. He was glad he called his friend Brent when he needed a good wedding photographer. He worked with Brent on many assignments for Macy's and other clients so it seemed logical to ask him for a recommendation. Brent told Lynn not to worry, he would handle all the arrangements. When Ron, Brent's son showed up yesterday, Lynn was floored.

*** ** ***

"Brent, I can't thank you enough for sending Ron. How much do I owe you for this?" Lynn asked.

"Not a dime, not one dime," Brent replied, "It is the least I can do for all the leads you have given me over the years."

"You deserved every one of those assignments. You're work is phenomenal. I know you live in the Chicago area, so can I at least pay for Ron's air fare?"

"Lynn, I would have done the wedding myself, if I didn't have this major job going on. I was ecstatic I could send Ron. So for the last time don't worry about it!"

Lynn smiled at the recollection, and turned his head to watch Ron work with his family.

"Sam? Mr. Weatherly? Can I get you over here for a few moments," Ron asked, although everyone understood that it was an instruction. "That's it — over there. Lynn I need you here. Perfect, smile!"

 'FLASH' 

*** ** ***

It wasn't long before Gigi's was rocking. Sam and Lynn looked over their assembled guests, and smiled. People from every part of their life were there to celebrate this unique couple's union. It was a joy to see them all getting along so well. Gay males, lesbians, and straights, transsexuals and construction workers — they were all having the time of their lives celebrating this match made in heaven. The bar erupted in laughter when the DJ played 'YMCA.' Sam cracked up when she spotted Jackson dancing with Annie, while his wife boogied with Shelly.

The spirited reception was finally winding down, and it was time for the happy couple to leave. Everyone wished them well, and threw wild bird seed on the newly crowned Weatherly family. Arm in arm, Sam and Lynn walked out to her truck. Sam opened the door for her princess, and waved to the well wishers.

She got in and looked at her spouse and asked, "Ready for some Vegas fun my Princess?"

"Yes my Knight," he replied.

Sam started the Silverado and drove to the airport to begin their new journey as husband and wife.

*** ** ***

Sam and Lynn were in the Dr. Milner's office and waited with a certain apprehension for the ultrasound to begin. At the last visit, the doctor seemed puzzled. When questioned he reassured them, but he wanted an ultrasound done nevertheless. Sam thought back to when Lynn finished the nursery. She admired her princess's work; he was the master interior designer. Sam watched Lynn do his Suduko puzzle for a while and then she looked down and tried to remember what her toes looked like. She lost sight of them two weeks ago. She was still working, but finding it increasingly difficult to get in and out of the big machines.




Diamonds In The Rough Ch. 08



The ultrasound technician called the couple and they made their way to the darkened room. Sam lay on the bed as the technician began the scan. Almost immediately the technician confirmed Dr. Milner 's suspicions. He took the grainy pictures that revealed what was inside Sam's womb and sent it to Dr. Milner's email address. When the exam was finished he carefully cleaned the transducer gel off of her distended belly.

Lynn asked the tech, "Is there something wrong?" 

He smiled and replied, "Nothing, absolutely nothing. Everything is fine, and Dr. Milner will discuss the findings with you in her office."

"Hi Sam, hello Lynn," Dr. Milner greeted them as they were escorted into her office. She sat behind her desk with Sam's ultrasound in her hands. "You are doing very well. Five months along, and your blood chemistry looks great. Last week when I examined you I heard something that I needed the ultrasound to confirm. I have good news for you. You are having twins!"

The pair stared at each other, and simultaneously said, "Twins?"

"Yes, twins. I thought I heard two heartbeats last week during the examination. But I wasn't one-hundred percent sure." She looked at Sam, "The reason I wasn't sure was because you have an exceptionally strong and loud heartbeat, so try as I might I couldn't separate all the sounds. That is the reason I ordered an ultrasound."

Lynn looked at his spouse and said, "Do you know what this means, my Knight?"

"What Princess?"

"I am going to have to redecorate the nursery. Oh my, I have a lot of work to do, and a new scheme to develop, and I have to..."

"Princess?"

"What Sam? I'm planning!"

"Shut-up and kiss me — we're having twins!!!"

He looked at his Knight, and tousled his long hair. He had let his emotions get the better of him for a moment. Lynn leaned over, and kissed his handsome woman, the bearer of ... 'our children.' he happily thought. Lynn pulled away, smiled and looked deep into her brown eyes. He saw the love she had for him, and he almost swooned.

"Princess, are you okay? It looked like you almost fainted. Would you like some water?"

"I'm fine Sam, I got overwhelmed a little. We're having twins, and I am so happy, and especially proud of you. I fe...fe...fee...feel great," he said, allowing the wonderful emotions to wash over him.

Sam took out a tissue and handed it Lynn. Lynn smiled, brought his hand up, and removed a packet from his pocket, took a tissue out and wiped his eyes and cheeks.

Sam laughed, and said, "Who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks."

Lynn rested his head on his beloveds shoulder and said, "Not even a word of praise my Knight?" he sighed.

"Oh, okay. Nice job Princess."

"Harummph."

Lynn and Sam looked up at Dr. Milner, who had been enjoying the playful banter this unusual couple exchanged, when she looked at the time. She needed to ask them one more thing before they left.

"Would you like to know the sex of your babies? The technician was able to get a clear view, and we know the sex of both children."

Together, they both yelled, "YES!"

Then Lynn went off again, "If they are girls, I'm looking at a beautiful pink with warm overtones, perhaps a two tone, and nice flowery wallpaper. If they are boys, maybe a rich blue, and spice it up with a..."

"Princess!"

"Sorry, I did it again," Lynn replied sheepishly.

Dr. Milner laughed and said, "There is a third alternative, you know."

"I thought you said twins not triplets!" Lynn spouted as his breathing became erratic.

"No, I didn't say triplets. Calm down Mr. Weatherly, calm down. I said there is a 'third' alternative." The doctor paused, "How about one of each? A boy and a girl?"

It was Sam's turn to get flustered, "A boy and a girl, oh yes, that's perfect, perfect, can you imagine all the fun we are going to have with our babies! We have the best of both worlds, at the same time. I can't wait to..."

"My Knight, that's enough." Lynn said with a gentle smile on his face and his eyes softening in joy at Sam's excitement.

Sam looked at him, chuckled, and gave him a big hug. They thanked Dr. Milner for the great news, and left the office.

When they got to the truck, Sam, hardly able to contain herself, turned to Lynn and exclaimed, "Can you believe it, a boy and a girl. How sweet is that!"

"It's perfect," he replied, "But before we drive off, I think we should call a few people, don't you?"

Sam nodded in agreement, and they spent the next hour in the doctor's office parking lot calling friends and family telling them the good news. In about four months, there would be two new Weatherly's, not one.

*** ** ***

Sam felt under-the-weather when she got up. The babies were kicking more each day, and she was too tired to go into work. She called Max, who groused a little before he told her to feel better and not to worry. 

Sam was becoming worried; she was six months into her pregnancy, and still had one more trimester to go. She had to cut back on her exercises, and she was tired a lot. Dr. Milner told her that this was perfectly normal, especially with twins. When she told Lynn she was staying home, and they wouldn't be able to go to the hockey game, Lynn understood. He knew she was frustrated, and didn't like to take off work — or miss the Cyclones play.

He kissed her on the head, and said, "I have an early meeting today, but I will be back home around eleven-ish. We can go to the Red Olive and get a bite if you're up to it."

"We'll see. I love you my Queen!" she coyly added.

"Wow, a queen! Finally the recognition I deserve," Lynn replied with his high-pitched voice. "I am honored by this my 'King'," he continued as he curtsied front of Sam.

"I would bow to you my beautiful Queen, but due to circumstances that YOU caused, I can't seem to do it," she said with a stern look on her face that Lynn knew was only half serious.

"Last I checked it takes two to tango," he replied with a laugh, then he kissed his King and left for his meeting vowing to be back shortly.

Sam had just let Major out when there was a loud knocking on the door. She pulled her robe tight, and wondered who that could be at ten-thirty in the morning? At that moment, Major began barking very loudly. 'It's probably a sales person,' she thought.

*** ** ***

The man had driven to his former home, and was shocked when his key no longer worked. He furiously banged on the door, screaming and cursing.

"How dare that little wimp change the locks! Well, no matter, I'll see Dreyfuss. He'll let me in."

He walked down to the manager's office and went in.

"Mr. Dreyfuss, are you in here? Damn it, where is he?"

"Right here son. How are you? Haven't seen you in a while."

Startled by the voice the man turned and looked at the hulking manager, and started to breathe through his mouth. The manager's smell was horrible.

"Hi Mr. Dreyfuss," he said, putting on the charm, "Umm, my key doesn't work in my apartment anymore. Umm, can you let me in?"

"No can do; he moved out quite a few months ago."

"Oh dear," said the young man, "I so wanted to surprise him — it's his birthday next week. His phone is out of order, and I don't know what to do. How will I ever find him now?" he said, his voice full of crocodile tears.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Well I think I have his new address here," said the slow-minded manager. "Let's see, H...I...umm...oh yeah...J, here it is," Dreyfuss said as he handed the address to him.

"Thank you Mr. Dreyfuss, thank you. I'll be sure to stop by and let you know how things went. Thank you again," he replied as he hurriedly left the apartment complex. He looked at the address and realized it was a ten-or fifteen-minute drive. He got into his car and started it up. He sat back in his seat to contemplate how he would handle their 'reunion'.

"Wow," he wondered, gawking from one side to the other as he drove down the street, "What have you been doing to get a house in this area? Looks like I'll be on easy street for a while." He smirked as he pulled into the upscale neighborhood.

*** ** ***

The door to the house opened, and there was a woman in a robe standing before him. He verified the address, and it was correct. "Hi. I'm looking for Lynn Jacobs, and I have it on good authority that he lives here," the man said, trying to sound official and important before this...female.

"What is this regarding?" Sam replied, trying to place whom this stranger was.

"I'm sorry, but I can't share that with you. It is...personal."

"That is not an issue, I'm his wife," she said, suspicious as a picture began to form in her head.

"WIFE? What do mean wife? How can he marry a...a...woman? He's gay!" the man said with anger in his voice.  What did that prick do!  he wondered as his temper began to flare.

Sam, her dander getting up, replied, "Sir, Mr. Weatherly happens to be my husband." Major began to bark louder, and whine. "And how did you know he was gay...?" Sam realized at that moment just who this man was. "

"Eric. You're Eric!" she hissed, those two words 'You're Eric' filled the loathing she felt for this very unwelcome surprise.

"Yes, bitch I'm Eric — Lynn's lover. Mr. Weatherly? Oh, who gives a fuck. I'm back to reclaim what is rightfully mine!"

A wiser man than Eric might have seen the righteous anger building in the surprisingly muscular woman. He might have seen her face taking on a reddish coloration, her fists clenching, her teeth bared and her jaw rigid, her body preparing for a violent confrontation. Alas, Eric was not that wiser man!

Sam's hackles stood up, and she barked at this malevolent intruder, "I don't give a fuck who you are or what you think you were, you little prick. And from what Lynn told me, 'little prick' is exactly what you have. He is my husband, and this is my house! So you can take your candy ass, and get the fuck off of my property right NOW!" she yelled.

Major was fit to be tied as he kept trying to jump the gate to help defend his mistress.

"Your property? Bull fucking shit — how the fuck could a woman get a house like this? You're lying to me about this and everything else. Now get the fuck out of my way bitch; I'm coming inside to wait for my lover!"

His anger was overcoming his common sense, for when he took that fateful first step forward, Sam reached out and violently shoved Eric face first to the ground. Her robe came open with the force of her action. Eric wiped his face, shocked at what just happened. He looked up and saw that it was a pregnant woman who had thrown him on the ground. In a murderous rage, he got up and lunged at Sam, who although six months pregnant easily sidestepped him, allowing Eric's momentum to carry him forward where he hit his head on the doorjamb. Sam grabbed the stunned man, picked him up, and reared back.

"Lynn is mine now, you piece of shit. If you come here again, I won't be so easy on you," she said with contempt. Then with all the fury she could muster Sam landed a haymaker on his jaw sending him sprawling onto the lawn. Before he could move from where he fell, Sam's foot connected and turned Eric, at least temporarily, into a soprano.

Lynn turned onto their street a moment earlier and saw a man accosting his woman. "OMG! That's Eric!" he screamed.

He hurriedly parked the car, and as he got out he saw Major desperately trying to get over the fence. He looked at the commotion on the porch and realized Sam was holding Eric up by the front of his shirt, and mouthing something at him. Lynn saw her fist fly back and then she punched him solidly in the jaw. He watched flabbergasted as Eric landed hard on his face, and sprawled on the ground. While he was down she kicked him hard between the legs.

Lynn saw his King shake her fist in Eric's face as he ran up screaming, "Sam, Sam! Are you okay?"

Sam looked over to Lynn then glanced down at the now sobbing man on the lawn.

She spit her words out at him, "Eric you are such a pussy. I shouldn't have sullied my hands with you. I should have let Lynn bitch-slap you silly, because he's tougher than you will ever be! Sorry Lynn. Next time he shows up, YOU can smack him around."

Lynn looked at his woman and angrily picked Eric up, "There won't be a next time!"

"Lynn, I love you," Eric whined. "It was you all along; Allen didn't love me like you did! Please forgive me — I want you back, I need you," he cried as he tried to give Lynn a hug.

Pushing his former lover off, Lynn growled, "Eric, I don't need you. But if you want something to remember me by, here it is." Lynn hauled off and bitch-slapped Eric and threw him back on the ground.

With venom and hatred in his voice Lynn continued, "I have my woman now you wimp; she is more of a man than you will ever be. If you EVER show up here or bother my family again I will hurt you!" Lynn then turned away from this apparition from his past and gently took Sam into his arms and gave her a tender hug.

"Are you okay, my King?" he said stroking her hair.

"Yes my Queen, I love you," Sam replied as she leaned into him and kissed him with passion.

Eric, still prostrate on the lawn, stared at the couple and began to cry.

At that moment Major successfully cleared the gate and hurriedly ran into the front yard. The big dog saw his prey, lowered his head, bared his teeth and began to stalk the fallen man. Eric saw the big black dog heading for him whereupon he curled into the fetal position, hid his head and screamed bloody murder. Sam and Lynn were yelling at the dog to stop, but Major refused to listen and continued the hunt.

Growling menacingly the dog suddenly stopped and looked at the cowering form before him. Major bent down and sniffed the shaking man. If a dog could laugh, the expression on Major's face would have been priceless. The dog turned, looked at Lynn and Sam, wagged his tail back and forth a couple times, then proudly hiked his leg and pissed on the prone form of Eric.

After the last squirt, Major turned and kicked dirt and grass on the urine-soaked man. The dog satisfied at having done his duty to protect his home, happily ran to his family on the porch and took his place between his two mistresses as his tongue hung out of his mouth. Lynn and Sam began to belly laugh as the drenched Eric got up a beaten man. He walked, head down, to his car and quietly drove away. The two looked down at Major, praised the black dog, and then headed back into their home.

"That's a helluva right cross you got, my King." Lynn noted as he closed the front door.

*** ** ***

The remainder of the pregnancy went very well, and on a cool spring morning, Lynn rushed his Sam to the hospital, where twelve hours later Hope Fayanna, and Jacob Henri Weatherly came into the world.

Lynn beamed at Sam holding their two wonder-kids. He softly cried as he remembered how sad his life had been, and how happy it had become. He leaned down and kissed his children on their heads, followed by an especially gently kiss on his King's lips.

Sam looked up at Lynn, and observed, "My Queen, our kingdom has grown."

"Yes it has my King, yes it has. I can't wait to take you and our babies' home. I hope they like their room."

"I am sure they will my Queen — of that I am sure."

The next afternoon the family — correctly strapped into seat belts and approved children's car seats — drove home in Sam's truck. 

Sam was surprised to see all the people waiting at the house for them. She was especially surprised and happy to see her mom and dad. The last time she had seen them was at the wedding. She had kept in close contact, and was thrilled that the new medication had helped her mom come out of her doldrums.

It was after eleven and the twins were sleeping in their cribs. Lynn turned the baby monitor on high and carefully curled into his King's arms. Sam adjusted her position and when she did, milk leaked out of her breast. Lynn saw the dark spot, gently opened her robe, and placed a drop on his finger. He tasted the essence of his King and relished the sweet flavor. Sam smiled at her Queen pulled him up and gave him a kiss. Lynn snuggled into her and the two fell soundly asleep.

Major took his place, not in front of their door, but in front of Hope and Jacob's open door. His ears perked at the chittering sound outside. He ignored it.

He had a kingdom to protect.

*** ** ***

 I hope you enjoyed this latest entry of my quirky romance. I also wish to extend a special thank you to nakdsub for allowing me to use his characters in this chapter.

Comments, and feedback are always appreciated and very welcome! Thank you so much for reading!  



Diamonds In The Rough Ch. 09



 'Diamonds In The Rough© and its associated nine chapters is a copyrighted production by Mostera1©. Use of its character's or any part of this story without the author's permission is strictly prohibited.
Many thanks to my editor the all powerful word wizard, SoCalOvid for his tireless work on this series.
Welcome to this the final chapter of Sam and Lynn's story. If you are a first time visitor, 'bienvenue' and I recommend you read the previous chapters first.
So for one more time:
With an open mind and an unlocked heart...


Prologue

It wasn't until several months after the twins had been born that one Saturday afternoon Sam heard Major barking outside followed shortly by the sound of the doorbell ringing.

From the nursery she heard Lynn's voice, "Could you get that Sam?  I'm changing another poopy diaper.  Oh!  Don't our children know how vulgar it is to keep their mother wiping up poopy bottoms both day and night, night and day!"  There was a brief pause, "I like the sound of that.  'Night and Day.'  Catchy song title, n'est pas?"

Sam response was to laugh as she walked towards the door.

"Poopy diapers are the price we pay, my Queen. But our darlings are worth it."

When Sam opened the door she was mildly surprised to discover Alexis standing there on the stoop.  For a moment they both stood silently looking at each other, before Alexis' gaze dropped, unable to look Sam directly in the eyes.  

Sam looked at Alexis in a surprisingly clinical manner, not especially moved one way or another.  She could tell that Alexis had dressed in a manner intended to appeal to the 'old' Sam — a gauzy blouse that was translucent enough to expose the outlines of her breasts and to show the wearer's nipples.  Her short skirt emphasized her already long legs, the lack of stockings revealing her golden, tanning-salon skin tone, and she wore high heels that enhanced the muscles of her legs and tightened her butt.  Once upon a time such a look would have had Sam drooling, ready to adjourn to the bedroom.  Once upon a time — but not anymore.

"Please come in," invited Sam, willing to play the hospitable host.

As she entered the house past Sam, Alexis handed Sam a single, perfect yellow rose. When Sam accepted the flower, Alexis stepped forward into the opening between her arms, trying to embrace her, but Sam deftly stepped back avoiding her.

"Why is it no one ever sent me yet, 
One perfect limousine, 
Do you suppose?" Sam quoted with a laugh.

"Pardon?" Alexis asked.

Sam sighed. "Why is it you can lead a horticulture, but you can't make her think?" she recited, an obviously rhetorical question, followed by a low chuckle.

"I'm sorry — I don't understand?" a puzzled Alexis asked again.

"Dorothy Parker," Sam replied.

"Oh. I don't think that I know her.  Does she hang out at Gigi's?"

Sam laughed. "Alexis, Alexis. Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose!"

Sam seated Alexis in the living room, and as she walked towards the kitchen to put the rose in a bud vase, she asked over her shoulder, "Would you care for something to drink?"

"Some wine would be nice."

Alexis was pleased by Sam's reception.  She had half-expected Sam to slam the door in her face, or begin screaming and shouting at her.  She was hopeful that Sam's calm manner indicated that if she were not forgiven, at least Sam's anger no longer burned bright and hot.

Sam returned with a wine glass filled with a German Riesling that she knew would appeal to Alexis, and then sat down in a chair facing her former lover.

"So, Alexis, to what do I owe the honor of this visit?" Sam inquired in a neutral voice, clearly asking in polite terms 'what do you want?'

Alexis was practically wringing her hands as she tried to answer, trying to regain her composure and remember the speech that she had practiced earlier.

"Did you read the letter that I sent you?" she finally started.

"No."

 'Well,'  she thought,  'that's not good,'  but she struggled on.

"I wanted to tell you again how sorry I was for betraying your love and trust.  I just hope that someday you can forgive me."

Alexis was silent for a moment before she continued.

"After you threw me out — and you were entirely justified, I understand that — I had nowhere else to go but to Brittany.   So I did.

"It didn't take long for me to realize what I had lost.

"With Brit it was all about her ego.  At first she would take me everywhere with her, showing me off, letting everyone know that she had 'taken me away' from my partner.  She got such a kick out of that.  And she had me in a dependent situation, where I had to submit to her desires.

"When we were together, you protected me and you took care of me.  I guess that I didn't appreciate how much that means in a relationship until I moved in with Brit. Brittany exploited me for her own satisfaction.  She was a complete user.

"I was never as happy with Brittany as I had been with you, but at the beginning at least it was tolerable.  She wanted sex all the time, and she basically let me know that was the price for staying with her.  No love, nor friendship or companionship, just hard-core sex. She would just get naked, sit in her favorite chair and tell me to get my mouth to work between her thighs.  No thought for me or my satisfaction, just getting Brittany off.  But that wasn't the worst.

"She began taking me to bars that catered to the lesbian BDSM crowd where my body was the price of admission.

"After one late night when we got back to her place I was raw, bleeding and bruised from my treatment at the hands of her 'friends'. I said to myself that was enough, and I left the next day.

"I went back to my parents house and begged them to let me stay long enough to get back on my feet.  And thank God, once I convinced them that I was going to get my life straightened out, they welcomed me back with open arms.  They knew that I was never going to be the straight 'mother and wife' to some man, but at least I was changing my life.

"I found a job, where I've been working for six-months — I really like it, and the people there have been great.  I stopped using drugs and I stopped drinking.  My life has really turned around.  I pay my folks to stay with them, and I put money in the bank instead of spending it all on clothes and wild times.

"Most of all, I came to the realization that the years that I spent with you were the happiest of my life.  Letting Brittany 'put some excitement into my life' was the most stupid thing that I've ever done.

"So I got up my courage and decided to come back and see you to apologize and to ask... no, beg, you to forgive me and give me another chance."

Sam looked at Alexis with a certain level of compassion, although without the slightest spark of the love she once extended to her lover.

"Alexis," Sam finally started, "I'm so glad to hear that you've put your life back on to a more even keel.  And I want you to know that I forgave you a long time ago."

Alexis smiled as she began to hope that perhaps there could be second chances.

"But," Sam continued, "My life has changed so much since we parted ways."

Sam looked over her shoulder and called out, "Lynn?  Could you come out here?  There is someone I want you to meet."

The voice that replied from the hidden bowels of the house confused Alexis.  It sounded very feminine, but was more of an 'alto' voice than a true soprano.

"I'll be right out, chérie!"

If Alexis had been confused by the voice, when Lynn entered the room she was flabbergasted.  What she saw was a MAN!  He was slim, on the short side, dressed in a casual, but meticulous fashion, wearing a set of leather deck shoes without socks, tan slacks, and a pink polo shirt.  His face had remarkably refined, almost pretty features for a man, and his shoulder length blond hair was tied back in a ponytail.

When he entered the room even before he noticed Alexis' existence his eyes gravitated to Sam sitting in her chair, and his mouth transformed into a smile revealing his perfect white teeth.

He immediately walked over beside Sam's chair and leaned down over her.  Sam's arms reached up to embrace him and they shared a passionate kiss before he stood back up behind Sam's chair and finally faced Alexis.

Alexis' heart dropped at that moment.  As she watched Lynn and Sam, she had seen Sam's eyes light up when Lynn entered the room, and she could tell that the passion that they had shared in their kiss was not unusual.  It was simply how Sam and Lynn ALWAYS felt about each other.

Sam spoke up, "Lynn, this is Alexis.  Alexis, this is my husband and the father of my children, Lynn."

Only then did Lynn look across the room to Alexis.  His smile changed, his lips becoming thin and his eyelids opened wide.  Sam could see the muscles in Lynn's face tighten.   'Oh my,' she silently observed, 'the claws are out!' 

"Oh my! At last I meet the notorious Alexis!" Lynn said, and then he laughed.

"I have so much to thank you for — after all, if you hadn't betrayed my Sam and broken her heart, she and I might never have met.  And Sam is so loyal that if we had met anyway, we would have never ended up together.  She would have never stabbed YOU in the back.  But it was all to my good fortune, because Sam and I are soul mates.  And we have two lovely children together as well.  Not to sound like a cliché or anything, but we are the proverbial 'one big happy family'!"

Alexis began to stutter, "But, but, but... Sam is a lesbian!"

"I guess it all evened out — I was gay too," Lynn shot back with a little shrug of his shoulders.

Sam was laughing at this point, just seeing the look of confusion and frustration on Alexis' face.

"How? I mean..." Alexis stammered.

Sam decided to step in.

"Alexis, I guess that Lynn and I discovered that if two people deeply love each other, then the labels don't count for much."  She reached out and looking up at Lynn's beautiful face, caressed his arm with her hand.

"But do you have... well, sex, together?" Alexis said, unable to comprehend that Sam had sex with a man, and had — children?

Sam smiled gently at her.

"It isn't really any of your business, but the answer is 'yes'. Lynn and I have a wonderful, and varied sex life with each other — and only each other.  I've never been so satisfied with a lover as I am with Lynn."

Lynn smiled as he looked down at his wife, his King and the love of his life.  "She's too polite to say it, but I will. Sam is a really hot lover who can almost make me cum in my pants just by looking at me.  Not that we would want to waste it that way."  Sam and Lynn exchanged a brief glance with wickedly sexy grins at his declaration.

Lynn excused himself for a moment and left the room.

"Alexis, Lynn and I have a true relationship, one of those that last a lifetime.  I don't mean to disappoint you, but since Lynn and I found each other, I realized that what you and I shared was just a pale imitation of the real thing," Sam explained.

Hearing that, Alexis rose, in sad acceptance of the truth.  She would never rekindle her affair with Sam.  She knew that Lynn spoke the truth when he said that Sam wouldn't have betrayed her, as she had betrayed Sam.  And Sam wouldn't betray Lynn either.

She slowly prepared to depart.

"Well, Sam thank you for seeing me, and being so kind to me.  I hope that in the future you can think of me as misguided and stupid, rather than vicious, self-centered and evil."

Sam gently took her hand into her own, and looked Alexis in the eyes.

"Alexis, I honestly wish the best for you.  I hope that you will find the happiness that I have, with someone who can be your one-and-only.  I think that you have done a lot of growing up since we last saw each other, and I think that will make it more likely that you will find your perfect mate."

Right then Lynn returned to the living room holding a medium sized box.

"Before you leave, Alexis," Lynn said, "I think you should have this."

Alexis looked into the box and on top was the unopened letter that she had sent Sam all those months ago, along with a few pieces of jewelry, articles of clothing, toiletries, and makeup that she hadn't retrieved after Sam kicked her out. In addition there was a small wrapped package.

She lifted her chin before she spoke, "Thank you Lynn."

Then she turned towards the door. Lynn accompanied her opening the door for her to leave.  As she walked through the portal, Lynn spoke one last time, his voice just barely above a whisper, "And just a piece of friendly advice — I'm a designer, you know, and whoever told you that color of lipstick would match your dress and shoes was WRONG, WRONG, WRONG!"

When Lynn returned to the living room Sam had let Major into the house. Major, able to smell a foreign presence in the room even after Alexis had left, ran from place to place sniffing, before he lifted his head and looked at Sam and Lynn.  Then he barked once.

"No Major, not this time," Lynn wagged his finger at Major in mock anger.  "You only piss on ex-lovers when we tell you to!"

Sam laughed watching this 'discussion' between Lynn and Major.

"Well," she added, "She was much more polite than Eric, so I didn't see the need to smack her around!"

"Thank goodness," Lynn replied, now pretending relief, "With the children I get to mop up enough pee-pee during the day. I don't need to be cleaning Major's pee-pees from the living room carpet too!"

Laughing together, Sam and Lynn adjourned to check on their twin darlings.


*** *** ***

'Diamonds In The Rough Ch. 09'

*** *** ***


"Yes, that looks great," the young bride smiled as she grasped the arm of the makeup artist.  "I don't want to upstage Ken too much."

"Of course you do Princess," he replied as he gently set her arm down for the second time.  "It's a bride's God-given right to outshine everyone, and be the center of attention.  You only get married once," he said with his eternal optimism as he lightly applied more rouge on her cheeks.

"I know M...Dad, believe me I know. It's so rare to see a marriage last more than five years. You and Mom are definitely the exception being married for twenty-six!"  Hope smiled as she looked up at her father.

"Twenty-six years!  'Où est le temps passé?'" he mused.  "It seems like only yesterday we brought you and your brother home from the hospital."

His eyes moistened as he slowly sat down on the chair next to his daughter and thought about her astute observation.  Suddenly he felt several hands on his shoulders.  He craned his head and saw Carrie, Janice, and Andrea — Hope's bridesmaids.  Their eyes were moist too as they looked at the father-of-the-bride with love and appreciation.

He admired the youthful beauty that surrounded him, and with his high pitched voice exclaimed, "Ladies, this is no time to ruin your makeup. I don't have enough time to make repairs."  And with that, he passed out tissues to each woman, and instructed them to check their makeup he had so painstakingly, yet lovingly, applied.

Lynn looked in the mirror and applied a thin strip of mascara to his eyes.  He used the tissue to smooth the delicate line when he heard a soft sniffle. He gazed at the reflection and saw Andrea sit down. She trembled noticeably and put her head down.  He saw a droplet fall on her lap.  Lynn pulled the mascara back out from his bag walked over to her and lifted the tear stained face.

"Come here honey, let me fix that," he said with tenderness.

Lynn carefully cleaned the smudges and reapplied the mascara and lip gloss. After a few moments, he looked over the touch ups, and with compassion in his voice told her, "There we go Andrea, all restored. I know your Momma Annie would be proud of you today. You are the prettiest maid of honor that ever was."

"Thanks Mr. Weatherly," she replied as she choked back another tear. "It's still hard to believe she's gone."

He looked at the lovely maid of honor dressed in her lavender gown.  Lynn affectionately cradled Andrea's chin and said, "I know honey, I know.  We all miss her terribly. But I also know that she would want you to be happy because your best friend is getting married today."

He helped her up, and gently adjusted her head piece. "There we go, everything back in place," he smiled.

"You know Andrea, I can almost hear her say," he lowered his voice imitating Annie's, 'Andrea you are the maid of honor; act like one.'"

Andrea chuckled in agreement, for that was exactly what Momma Annie would have said.

He gave Andrea a hug, and briefly glanced at Hope.  Lynn saw his daughter stiffen and her face tightened pensively, at the mention of Andrea's mom.  'No dear God, please not on her wedding day!'  he thought to himself.

Lynn clapped his hands together, "Okay ladies we have a wedding to celebrate, so if you would, head out to the narthex. I need some alone-time with my daughter."  Then he gently helped Annie and Shelly's daughter up from her seat and gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

"I'll leave on one condition, Mr. Weatherly," Carrie cheerfully injected attempting to dispel the melancholy that had descended on the bride and her bridesmaids. She gazed down at her bouquet then looked up with a grin that caused the bridesmaids to laugh.

"Oh, and what condition is that?" Lynn inquired as he placed his hands on his still slender hips, and gave Carrie 'the eye'.

"If you agree to do the makeup for my wedding," she said with genuine affection.

"Carrie, I would love to, but aren't you putting the cart before the horse? Don't you think you should find that special someone first?" he teased, rolling his eyes at the absurdity of her demand.

The girls snickered at his remark, and Carrie wagged her finger at him in mock anger.  The three women headed through the open door and before she closed it, Carrie took one more glance at the beautiful bride she hoped to be one day.  She gently closed the door and walked with her friends to the narthex.

Hope's mood changed almost immediately when the girls left. She began to shiver noticeably and hugged Lynn tight.

"Princess, honey, talk with me. Why are you upset?" he asked, even though he already had the answer. "Andrea is doing well considering Annie passed only a month ago." He removed a few bobby pins and adjusted her headpiece.  With a concerned sigh he encouraged his daughter to share. "Hope, take a breath, and talk to me. You're in a safe place, let it out honey, let it out."

His daughter shuddered, and spoke tentatively, "When I saw Andrea tear up over — Momma Annie's — passing, I thought back to Major, and...and that horrible night."  Her eyes filled with hot tears of anguish.  She continued, "If it weren't for Major — I wouldn't be here and...oh no...no...noooo."  Hope couldn't go on, and put her head in his shoulder, and began to cry.

"Princess your makeup — Oh 'jamais mon esprit, je prendrai soin de lui,' let it out honey, let it all out," he said as he quietly exhaled in a vain attempt to hold his own emotions in check.  Lynn cradled his sobbing daughter and gently rocked her in his arms. "It's okay, it's okay," he said in his soothing feminine voice. "Let it out, Hope, let it out." Lynn stared out into the room as his mind recalled that terrible night twelve years before.

*** *** ***

"Hope, Jacob! Time for bed," yelled Sam, as she opened the door to let Major back in.

"Please, pleeeeez, can we have a few more minutes?" Hope pleaded. "I got Jake on the ropes, and in another minute his ass is grass."  She quickly maneuvered her avatar in for the kill, as Jacob vainly attempted to defend his position.

"Hope Fayanna!" Lynn tersely exclaimed, "Watch your language young lady."

Lynn shook his head at the Tazzmanian devil, aka Hope, when she deadpanned a, "Sorrrrrry," then with two swift kicks, she knocked down her brother's war machine and claimed victory.




Diamonds In The Rough Ch. 09



"Yaaaay! Got you Jake!" cried out Hope as she jumped on the couch and did a victory dance.

"Hope the couch isn't a trampoline!" scolded Lynn, "Please get down."

"Gee, can't a girl have some fun? It isn't everyday that I can whip on my brother and win."

Major had felt the commotion, and with hackles raised slowly the black dog eased into the room.  Through gray-veiled eyes he saw the familiar ghosts and watched the little mistress bounce. He lowered his hackles as he sniffed the air.  His sensitive nose recognized every scent, and immediately he knew all was well.  The unsettling vibrations that roused him presented no danger. His kingdom was safe.  Major used his nose to follow the tiny sprite he dearly loved.  The big dog lay down, and rested his head on his crossed paws. He sensed her happiness, but could no longer hear it.  For Major, his world was filled with the sounds of silence and misty shadows.

*** *** ***

"Deaf? How? Why?" Sam asked the vet as she stroked her handsome dog's head.

"Sam," Dr. Gladden replied, "It isn't unusual for this breed to suffer hearing loss. It is the way of things. I wish there was more I could do; I'm very sorry."

She took a deep breath as the doctors' words sank in. Sam had an idea that something was very wrong when Major occasionally didn't come when called.  Deep down she knew the truth but refused to believe it until the day the family returned home from an afternoon Red's game.  She opened the door — no Major came to greet them.  She called for him — nothing.  Sam concerned at what may have happened told the kids to stay with Lynn as she walked into the house.  She found the big black dog lying on the kitchen floor.  She cautiously approached, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw his chest move. She couldn't ignore the truth any longer, and immediately made the appointment.

"Sam, he is showing early signs of cataracts too," the doctor sadly continued, "we could remove them, but honestly — it wouldn't be in his best interest.  The normal life expectancy of a dog his size is ten to thirteen years, and Major is in the middle. I cannot predict the future, but he will learn, and adapt..."

Sam squeezed her protector — her beloved best friend — hard, and cried. After several minutes, the doctor reached out and put his arm around the forlorn woman.

"I know it's hard, but believe me he will do fine.  Major's other senses will compensate.  His nose, which is excellent already, will improve, and he will become very sensitive to tactile stimulation. He will sniff and feel his way around the house. Sam, I can't foresee how long he will live, but aside from his hearing and sight, there is no evidence of hip dysplasia or arthritis. For eleven and a half, Major over all is in excellent health."

Sam nodded and thanked the veterinarian.  She looked into Major's chestnut eyes and saw the dark clouds the doctor referred to.  She left the vet's office and stopped at a Wendy's Restaurant, not for her or her family, but for Major.  She ordered a plain single and a vanilla Frosty for her beloved family member.  She laughed, and wiped her eyes as she watched the big dog enjoy his special treat.  When he finished Major looked up at the mistress he adored so much and tenderly licked her hand.

Hope, Jacob and Lynn walked laughing into their home, and saw Sam on the couch.  Major sat up and sniffed the air.  His tail wagged furiously.  His young mistress was home.  Sam haltingly looked up at her cheerful brood. The three stopped their revelry when they saw her distressed face. The dried tears on her cheeks, and the puffiness of her brown eyes told them something was very wrong.

She motioned her family into the den and shared the vet's news.  Hope got up and ran crying to Major. She wrapped her arms around him, and bear hugged the big dog. Major enjoyed the little one's affection, but sensed her sadness too. He licked her face, and delicately nibbled her ear.  Hope laughed and squirmed as the black dog tickled her, and for that moment she forgot the troubling news.  Major broke free and sniffed the ground. He found his red plaid blanket and when he grabbed it, he ran out into backyard with Hope hot on his heels.  Jacob saw the pair having fun, and joined his older (by eleven minutes) sister, as they chased the red blanket all over the yard.

Lynn opened the refrigerator and asked, "Are you okay my King?" He handed his woman a cold beer, then took a sip of his Chardonnay as he sat down at the table.

"No, I'm not," was her sad reply. "Major has been a big part of our lives." She looked out the window at the playful happiness. "I don't know what I'll do when he passes, Lynn."

Lynn got up and hugged his woman. "Well when it happens, we will all be there and let him know how much we love him."

Sam patted his arm, and smiled in agreement as the joyful backyard noise became louder.  She looked across the table at Lynn and once again wondered how it was that he always knew just the right thing to say to calm and comfort her.

*** *** ***

Major sat down and watched intently as his young mistress stopped bouncing and became still.  He sensed her mood change, but didn't understand why.  Tired, he slowly walked up the stairs and went into his room.  He circled the floor briefly and lay down on the tattered red blanket and fell asleep.  Fifteen minutes passed when Hope bounded into her room and gently patted the sleeping dog's head.  She was thrilled when Major chose to sleep in her room five years ago.  The young girl yawned, took off her bunny slippers and quickly slid between the covers. Soon she was in the land of Nod.

Hope awakened abruptly and rubbed her sleepy eyes.  She looked at the clock on her dresser and it read 3:17 in the morning. She sat up quickly when she heard a small noise. The strange sound came from downstairs.

 'Jacob must be raiding the refrigerator again,'  she thought, as she got out of bed.  'I'm going to scare him silly!'  she laughed to herself.

Hope turned and put on her slippers.  She tiptoed past the sleeping Major and quietly went downstairs.  She was surprised to see the lights were off, and when she entered the kitchen — no Jacob?  Puzzled, Hope turned to head back to her room. She did a double take when she noticed the patio door was ajar.  She walked over, and began to slide the door closed.

"Ouch!" Hope softly said, as she brought her finger up to her mouth. She tasted blood and looked closely at the door. She saw strips of wood hanging, and her heart skipped a beat when she realized what the damage signified.  Slowly she backed away when she heard a shuffling sound and looked up. In the reflection she saw him!  Hope froze in terror as he clamped his hand over her mouth and drew her into his massive body.

The young girl was horrified and tried to pull his hand off her mouth but he was too strong.  She attempted to stomp on his instep, but he kept his feet just out of her reach. Panic set in as he started to pull her towards the partially open door. Hope's bunny slipper flew off her left foot, and came to rest at the kitchen's entrance.  She felt the cold kitchen floor as her captor's grip tightened around her mouth.

"If you keep struggling, I'll snap your neck," he growled in her ear and with his other hand he carefully opened the patio door and dragged Hope out of the house.

The man was giddy at his good fortune.  What was originally a robbery quickly turned into a godsend. This unexpected find was now his.  He drooled as he gazed at his prize.

"The fates must be smiling on me," he callously whispered in her ear. "I was just looking for something to steal, and you walk into my life.  Wait until I get you to my place," he smirked as he licked his lips and roughly kissed her cheek, "I'm going to have some fun with you baby, and when I'm through, you will beg me to kill you." His voice was full of vile wickedness.

The terrified girl kicked her legs and screamed, but there was no sound as he held her mouth secure.  The man needed to silence her.  Slowly he raised his fist, and just before he struck he heard a noise, and from the shadows a dark ghost swiftly headed for him.

Major awoke with a start.  He felt a strange tremor.  Startled, he couldn't sense his little mistress. He lifted his head and sniffed the air.  Immediately the fourteen-year-old dog was up and bounded hastily down the stairs. He sniffed the lone slipper at the kitchen's entrance and instantly recognized the scent.  He raised his head and smelled the foulness in the air. He tracked it to the opened door.  At once Major's hackles raised higher than they ever were before, and the nearly blind black dog shot out the door and headed to the massive outline in the backyard. This was no hunt; there was no stalking of prey. His young mistress was in grave danger, and he had to attack swiftly and without delay.

The man looked at the dog running towards him.  He saw the gleam of bare teeth, and listened to the angry snarl. He relaxed his grip, and when he did Hope with all her might pushed his arm away and bit the foul flesh. The man bellowed in pain and rage, threw the girl off and grasped his arm. Hope let loose with a blood curdling scream as Major lunged at the intruder.

The man saw the dog leap and twisted his body to avoid the gnashing teeth. Then with all his might he punched the flying dog hard in the ribs.  Major yelped at the intense pain, rolled onto the ground and lay still. The man smiled and with growing confidence, ripped his shirt off and coiled it menacingly in his hands. When the dog came at him again he would use his shirt as a garrote and break its neck.  Major whimpered in pain and shakily stood up.  The badly injured dog struggled to breathe and tasted blood in his mouth.  The man smiled as he recognized that this dog was old and hurt. He smirked as the animal exposed his teeth and slowly staggered towards him.

Hope watched in horror as her cherished Major unsteadily headed again towards her would be kidnapper.  She noticed the unusual way the man held the torn shirt as he beckoned the dog to attack. Terrified, Hope screamed at the top of her lungs. The piercing cry caused the man to lose his focus for a split second.  Major, unaffected by the sound, leapt and sank his sharp teeth deep into the man's neck.  The burly foul man silently cried in pain, unable to breathe as the black dog's jaw tightened its grip. Then he made a fatal error. He grabbed Major by the neck and with all his strength pulled the dog off, and threw the snarling animal into the night.  Suddenly lightheaded, he reached for his neck and felt a spurt of warm blood at each beat of his fading heart. Too late he realized the mistake, and he collapsed to his knees. His eyes rolled back into his head, as he fell face first to the ground.  The last thing he saw was the dog lying on its side, and the girl crying as she crawled to her protector.  Even in death his only regret was his inability to have his way with her.  The river of blood flowed down the driveway, as the vile human breathed his last.

Major was on the ground underneath the Maple tree. He tried to move, but couldn't — he was very tired.  He felt the ground gently vibrate as she came to him; his precious young mistress was safe.  Her hands gently lifted his head and he felt the soft comfort of her lap.  Wetness touched his muzzle and he felt at peace. Through the dimming shadows he saw her ghostly face, and then with the brightness of a new light her face became perfectly clear. Major wagged his tail and his beautiful little mistress tearfully smiled at him. He memorized her features, then with one final burst of energy he reached up and licked her tear stained cheek.  The tail stopped moving and became very still. Major laid his head down for the last time.

*** *** ***

The neighborhood was wide awake. Police sirens could be heard in the distance.  Sam and Lynn awakened by their daughter's scream took off out of bed. Jake opened his door, both loudly instructed him to stay there and they rushed downstairs to find their little girl.  Sam reached the entrance to the kitchen first and saw Hope's bunny slipper on the floor.  She momentarily froze at the damaged patio door, and then bolted into the back yard.  Sam cringed when she saw the man lying in the yard; blood still flowed from a gaping wound.

"HOPE! HOPE! CAN YOU HEAR ME?" Sam frantically screamed.

Lynn almost threw up when he saw the man. He shook the feeling off and scanned the yard for his daughter.  He found Hope and Major under the Maple tree. Something was very wrong with Major.

"Sam! Over here!" he cried in a shrill voice as he ran to his daughter's side.

Sam turned towards his voice and raced to the tree.  Lynn grabbed Sam before she reached their daughter.  Her heart dropped at the sight.  Hope was rocking and keening as she cradled Major's head in her arms. Sam nodded at her Queen and they both slowly eased down on either side of their precious daughter.

Hope, her blue eyes wide open, stared at the still form on her lap, as tears cascaded down her face.  She felt the touch of her mother and began to cry, "Mom, Dad, he saved me, he saved me, but he won't wake up. Mom, Dad he won't wake up. Why won't he wake up? Mom? Dad? He stopped the bad man, but he won't wake up...he won't...wake...up, Major, wake up boy, wake up!" she cried as she stroked his head. "MOM, DAD! Make him wake up!!" Hope frantically looked at her parents, "He saved me! He has to wake up! Please help him!"  Her eyes became hysterical as she saw parents put their heads down, and at the top of her lungs Hope screamed, "NOOOOOO!!!"

Jacob defied his parent's orders and watched the scene unfold from the broken door.  He heard his sisters' anguished cries and knew that Major was gone.  He went back into the house as tears fell from his face.  Jake hurried back with a piece of red tattered cloth in his arm. He steadily walked to his family underneath the maple tree.  He looked intently at his sister; her wide open eyes were staring blankly into space — Hope was deep in shock.  Jacob reached Sam's side and handed her Major's red blanket.  Sam looked at her handsome young son, his face so much like her own, and nodded her thanks.  She opened the blanket as Lynn carefully helped their daughter up.  With deep gratitude for his heroism, Sam covered her beloved Major with his favorite blanket and said a small prayer of blessing and thanks.

She stood back up and reached for Jacob, then Hope and finally her Queen. Sam looked at her almost catatonic daughter, and realized it would be a long time before she or for that matter all of them got over this terrible night.

No one noticed the police, with guns drawn, as they carefully peered into the yard. Sara, a twelve-year police veteran, knew who lived at this address, and she was worried. She cautiously stepped into the backyard.

*** *** ***

Sara had met Sam the first time at Gigi's about eight years before.  She noticed the handsome woman sitting alone and sipping a beer at a table.  Sara was enamored by her beauty, and had just started to make a move on her when a small man, his blond hair in a pony tail, came to the table with two young children in tow. Sara was stunned when the woman got up, kissed him, and held the chair out for him to sit. She watched as the young girl climbed on the man's lap, and at the same time the boy climbed on the woman's. Sara realized she made a big mistake. 

She apologized for her indiscretion and got up to leave.  Lynn called her back and asked her to join them for dinner.  Sara was amazed by both his femininity, and graciousness.  When she listened to their history, she was astounded. Sara had never heard of two gays of the opposite sex falling in love. This was a first. As their friendship developed, Sara's love and admiration grew too.  Lynn became one of her dearest friends. Five years later when she married Renee', Sara asked Lynn to do their makeup and stand up with her as she professed her love for Renee'.  As time progressed the two families shared many a bottle of beer and glasses of Chardonnay. She loved this unique family with all her heart.

*** *** ***

Sara observed the male body on the ground surrounded by a pool of blood and her cherished friends crying under a tree. She heard Hope scream how Major saved her.  She leaned down and looked at the dead man as her partner kept an eye on the gathering.  Sara stared intently at the face on the ground. She took her flashlight, shined it on the unseeing eyes and took a picture with her notepad. Moments later, the pad beeped that it had a match. She gasped when she read the name. It was Robert Treglowne! He was wanted for the rape and murder of four women and three young girls. She examined the dead man's neck and recognized the wounds were the result of an animal bite.  She was shaking slightly as she stood back up and looked towards the tree at her friend. Lynn turned and, upon seeing Sara, shook his head in sorrow. When he pointed to the ground, Sara's eyes followed his finger. Her eyes widened as she realized the blanket at their feet was covering their beloved Major. Tears blurred her vision as she realized that Major had given his life to kill a brutal criminal.

"Matt," she said to her partner, as the tears stung her eyes, "this is Treglowne the rapist and murderer we've been looking for." Sara wiped her eyes and continued, "Contact dispatch immediately, request a sergeant, and the medical examiner."

"Shouldn't we be interrogating them?" Matt asked pointing at the family huddled together.

"I know this family Matt — their father and I are good friends. I will vouch for them. We'll let the sergeant handle it when he gets here.  Let them have some time to mourn their loss," she said as tears of relief and sadness flowed. "Their dog saved a life tonight, and who knows how many deaths he prevented.  He is a hero, who made the ultimate sacrifice protecting his family, his...kingdom."

*** *** ***

Lynn rocked his grown daughter gently as they relived that horrible night.  Hope looked up at him and attempted to smile.

"I don't think I will ever forget that night," she said, as she tightly clutched the gold pendant around her neck. Her voice trembled slightly, "I miss him a lot."

"I know, we all miss him, and I thank God every day for him — but I think Major would like it more if you remembered the good times you had.  And," as he brushed Hope's hair, and started the makeup repair, "he would want you to be happy today."

Hope looked at her father, and nodded in agreement while Lynn worked on her. She looked at the effeminate man in the mirror and said, "I hope my marriage to Ken will be everything your marriage has been."

"It will be honey, it will. You two are as much in love as I was, and still am, with your Mom."

"Don't you mean 'Dad', 'Mom'?" Hope teased, tongue in cheek.

"Good to hear your humor is back daughter," Lynn replied in his 'alto' feminine voice. "We have had fun over the years with that gender bender haven't we?"

"We certainly have," she laughed. "I have been blessed with the two most understanding and caring parents in the world," and she gave her 'Mom' a big hug.

There was a gentle knock on the door. When it opened Sam walked in.

"It's almost time; Hope, you are the most beautiful bride I have ever seen," Sam said with pride.

"I doubt that 'Dad', I've seen your wedding pictures many times," teased the young woman as she looked at Lynn. "I think it would have been too close to call."

"Very funny Hope," Lynn laughed as he got up to leave. "'Très drôle en fait.' Now remember no more crying, you're on your own with your makeup now, okay? Sam, are Jake, Maddie, and Samuel here yet?"

"Yes, they're up front and waiting for you honey."




Diamonds In The Rough Ch. 09



"Wonderful, I can't wait to see our grandson." Lynn replied then looked at his princess one more time. "My daughter," he said with ladylike charm, "you are the most beautiful bride this family has ever seen, and that is final." Lynn blew his little girl a kiss, and left to go sit with his son and his family.

"Are you ready?" Sam asked.

"Yes, I am," Hope replied as she got up and took a deep breath.

Sam adjusted her daughter's veil, and led her to the narthex. Sam and Hope waited nervously as the prelude wound down. For a brief moment there was silence, then the bridal march began.  The rear doors opened, and Sam escorted her daughter down the aisle.  Hope had her head down as the walk began. She slowly looked up and saw Ken beaming at her. At the sight, she knew her life would forever be filled with love. Once they reached the altar, Sam kissed her daughter, and presented her arm to Ken.  Sam turned and sat down next to Lynn.  He reached out and grabbed her hand.  Their eyes misted, as they quietly reflected on their twenty-six years together.

Lynn leaned over, and whispered, "Hope had some 'Major' issues earlier. Is she okay?"

"She's fine," Sam replied understanding perfectly what Lynn meant. Then she patted Lynn's hand and said, "As soon as she saw Ken, I could feel her relax.

"And by the way doesn't Ken look handsome too?" Sam asked her Queen.

"Of course my King; anyone named after my favorite wine has to be handsome," he deadpanned as he leaned even closer to his handsome woman.

Sam sniffed the air, "Lynn you put on Calvin! You little minx!" She not too quietly whispered, and playfully swatted his leg.

Jake looked at his 'Dad' and gave her a good-humored shush. Sam smiled mischievously and raised her eyebrow at her son.  Lynn chuckled at the monkey business then gave Sam a quick peck, and turned to listen as Pastor Nelson began the ceremony.

"Dearly beloved we are gathered here today..."

*** *** ***

"Before I pronounce sentence," Pastor Nelson joked as the congregation laughed, "I am going to take a trip down memory lane.  

"Three years ago, God so graciously saw fit to return Jacob Weatherly to us, unscathed by the perils of serving two tours in the Middle-East. I stood on this pulpit and had the honor of joining this decorated Marine and his lovely bride Madelyn in holy matrimony.  One year later, I baptized their son Samuel.

"Well, I guess I am going to show my age by telling you this." he said with a chuckle, "Twenty-six years ago in 2004, I had the honor of marrying Jacob and Hope's parents, Lynn, and Sam Weatherly. Theirs was one of my first, and probably the most unique wedding I ever had the honor to officiate.  In all the intervening years, I have never seen a more devoted couple than Sam, and Lynn. I called them my 'Diamonds in the Rough.' Well look what happened to those diamonds," he said with pride, as Sam hugged her Queen.

"I am going to conclude the ceremony for Hope and Ken the same way I finished that ceremony twenty-six years ago. So bear with me."

Pastor Nelson took a deep breath, and looked at Hope and Ken with love, "Through the love of parents, friends, and each other, these once raw diamonds are now finely polished gems, and ready to embark together on that wondrous journey of love and happiness.  The sparkling stones on their fingers symbolize the shining inner diamond that this merger lovingly represents. These two are united as one under God for the entire world to behold.


"Joined together by hope, faith and love, I am honored, humbled, and proud that it is my privileged duty in front of God and all His witnesses here, to present for the first time as a married couple:

"Hope Fayanna Diamante and her spouse Kendall Janelle Diamante.

"Ken, you may kiss your bride," Pastor Nelson said with a smile.

"Hello Ms. Diamante," Hope beamed.

"Hello yourself Ms. Diamante," Ken replied, as she brought Hope's lips to hers and with true love they kissed their first as a married couple.

The congregation stood and applauded the couple as they walked down the aisle and stepped into the narthex to form the receiving line.  

Sam and Lynn snuck out to get the birdseed when Sam froze in her tracks.  Lynn felt his King's sudden stop; he looked up and gave a slight gasp. Both recognized the tall woman standing across from the church. Sam stared at her former lover; it had been twenty-five years since she came to their door. Alexis was dressed much more conservatively. She wore a pale green dress that came just above her knees, her hair was still golden but much shorter now — she held a bouquet of yellow roses. Before either could move, the woman laid the flowers on the ground, and walked swiftly away.

"Are you okay my King?" Lynn asked as he rubbed the small of her back.

"Perfectly fine my Queen," she said as her mind reflected on the past.

"You're thinking about something my love, what?" Lynn asked as he moved his hands up to her neck and gently massaged the tense strong muscles.

Sam took a breath, "Remember when she came to our place on the chance of getting back together with me?"

"Of course, that was a long time ago."

"It was after that visit..." Sam felt her loins moisten, "later that night we had the best sex. It was so scrumptious," she purred.

"Oh, yes it was my King, that night is one of my all time favorites. I was so glad my parents could take the babies on such short notice." He grinned, as he felt his penis tent his tuxedo.

Sam gave his cock a rub, "You realize that was a nasty thing you did when you handed her that box filled with the items she forgot," she scolded teasingly. "But I have to admit it was 'très intelligent'.

"Do you think she liked those coarsely chopped pieces of plastic that you so creatively gift-wrapped for her, 'ma villaine petite fille?'" chuckled Sam.

"Well my King, I don't think 'red' is her favorite color anymore," he laughed with a very womanly voice.

Sam chuckled and gave her Queen a hug and a tender kiss on his lips. She walked over to the bouquet picked it up and threw it in the trash.

"You know, after seeing Alexis, we need to make some landscaping changes to our home?"

"Oh, what sort of changes?"

"I would love to plant some yellow rose bushes along the back fence. I believe it has become my new favorite color," she said with a smile.

Lynn's eyes brightened with his King's statement, "Certainly, that is an 'excellente idée, et grand plan mon roi.'"

The happy parents of the bride tossed wild bird seed on Hope and Ken as they came out of the church and quickly entered the limo that would whisk them to Gigi's. The King, with her arm around her Queen, watched with love as their son Jacob, and his wife Maddie, carefully strapped Samuel into his car seat before they too left for the reception. Lynn's eyes watered briefly, and then he gazed into his handsome woman's eyes, and purred.  Sam heard the purr, and grabbed her lover's of twenty-six years ass. He squealed at her touch.

"Let's head to the reception my beautiful man, get a beer and drink to yellow roses and another twenty-six years together."

"You drink the beer, and I'll have a glass of Kendall-Jackson Chardonnay, okay my King?"

Sam laughed and replied, "Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way." She stuck her tongue in his mouth, and as she kissed him passionately Sam deeply inhaled his Calvin.

When she released her grip, Sam cooed, "When we get home tonight, I'm going to suck you dry and you're going to lick my pussy 'till dawn. Then when the sun crests the horizon, I am putting on my strap-on, and I am going to fuck you silly. What do you think about that my Queen?"

"I love it, and we will still have the afternoon — I know a few very good places to stick my dick," he giggled as he rubbed his hardening cock along her leg.

"You're incorrigible you know, incorrigible! But that's why I love you."

"I know my King, I know," he seductively replied as they got into her Sierra and drove to the reception.

*** *** ***

Two months later Hope was humming "If the Love Fits" as she drove home from work. When she pulled into the driveway, she saw a shape on the front porch of the home she and Ken shared.  She slowed down and gasped. It looked like a black dog.  She slowly got out of her car. She couldn't believe her eyes. It was a black German shepherd shivering on their porch.

She cautiously walked up to the frightened animal and saw no collar or tags.  The dog looked up at the young woman, and frightened chestnut eyes called to Hope.  She squatted in front of the dog to get a closer look. The dog was a female.  Cautiously Hope reached down and stroked her ears.

"Hi girl, what brings you here?" she asked in a soothing voice while she continued to pet the animal.

The dog gave her hand a gentle lick and Hope's heart melted.  She leaned down for a closer look and cried in anguish when she saw the deep cut on the beautiful dog's right front leg.  The blood oozed down the brown black fur onto the porch. Carefully Hope examined the dog's injury. She took a tissue out of her purse and tentatively dabbed the weeping wound. The injured dog whimpered at Hope's gentle touch and licked her hand again and again. Hope stunned at the dog's familiar mannerisms stared into the soulful chestnut eyes, and gasped, "Major?"

The dog didn't respond.  Hope shook as she grasped the pendant on her neck and rolled her fingers along the edges.  She thought back to when she got the special necklace twelve years before.  It was a few weeks after that horrible night.  Her beloved Major had been cremated, and the family decided to spread his ashes underneath the Maple tree he loved so much. As each family member took their turn, Hope looked at her parents and with hesitation asked, "Do we have to spread all of him here? I want to keep a part of Major with me always. He is my guardian. Can I Mom? Can I Dad? Please?"

"Honey, I understand your feelings. We will keep a small portion of his ashes for now, and decide what to do with them later, okay?" Lynn gently told his daughter as Sam nodded in agreement. Both remembered what the therapist in charge of Hope's recovery had explained to them:

 "Don't be shocked if your daughter asks for his ashes. Major was her protector, and savior.  It isn't unusual in these cases for the victim to want to keep their protector close to them, as a security blanket. Normally a picture or a lock of hair will suffice, but I would suspect in Hope's case with the severe trauma, and the finality of what happened to Major, that she will ask for his ashes. In the long run it will help speed her recovery." 

Lynn and Sam had a pendant made for Hope.  The pendant was actually a small vial that contained a small portion of Major's ashes.  Major's name was embossed in gold with small diamond flecks that sparkled in the sun.  When they presented it to her on her fourteenth birthday, they feared they made a mistake.  Hope took the necklace and ran into her room crying.  Ten minutes later she came out and her face beamed. She was wearing the necklace.

"This is absolutely the most wonderful present I have ever received. I will wear it forever!" Hope said through tears of sadness and of joy. Then she ran to her Mother and Father and tightly hugged them both. Sam and Lynn, in a sign of devotion gently interlocked their fingers around their wonderful girl.  Hope never went anywhere without Major. The only time the necklace came off was when she took a shower or went to bed. He would be with her always.

*** *** ***

Ken came home ten minutes later, and parked on the street.  She saw the scene on the porch, and wondered what was going on.  She walked up to Hope, and gently touched her shoulder.

Hope grasped Ken's hand as she continued to caress her pendant and said, "Ken we have to do something — she's hurt. She doesn't have a collar or dog tags — but we need to get her to a vet."

Ken, seeing the connection that Hope had with the dog, nodded in agreement. She leaned down and looked at the black dog's injured leg, and patted the dog's head. She noticed the dog's gentle manner and sensed the aura of great strength the dog gave off.

Ken softly said, "Hope, I'll get a rope from the garage. I can make a loop for a collar, and use it as a leash too. We will see what the vet says, and if no one comes forward, umm — would you like to adopt her?"

Hope stuttered, "We, we...we...can adopt her?" she gazed up at her woman, "Oh honey that would be perfect! But what will we call her?"

"Well, if no one claims her, how about Shadow, Ebony, Inky or Rav..."

"Ken, those are nice, but she reminds me so much of Major.  She needs a special name that would honor him. Oh-My-God! I got it; let's call her 'Captain.'"

The black German shepherd perked up and chuffed when she heard the word Captain.

"See Ken! She likes the name," Hope said, as she scratched the dogs' ears.

"Hope, it's a female dog, you can't name her 'Captain'," Ken scoffed.

"My mom's name is Sam, my dad's name is Lynn, and your name is Ken. You want to bet I can't name her Captain?" Hope said defiantly.

"Okay okay, Captain it is." Ken laughed.

Ken got the rope and shortly thereafter eased Captain into the Yukon as Hope climbed into the backseat with the dog. Hope wanted to use Major's doctor. Ken quickly found the address and they drove to Dr. Gladden's veterinary clinic.

"Her leg looked worse than it really was. All I needed to do was clean up her injury, and apply wound sealer. Within two days you won't even know she was hurt. It surprised me that she didn't have a micro chip; without a chip I can't do an ownership trace. I checked the database and there is no active search that matches her description within a fifty-mile radius.

"Based on the condition of her paws and the fact that she's about 15 pounds underweight, my guess is she's been on the road a long while." With a big smile, Dr. Gladden declared, "Captain is in need of a good home, which I know you'll provide. She's a handsome dog, just like Major." His eyes misted at the memory.

"Thank you so much Dr. Gladden, we most certainly will," Hope said as she gently patted her Captain, and smiled at Ken.

"I assumed you would, so I did a complete blood screen and inoculated her." Dr. Gladden smiled and shook his head, "When I screened Major, the results took a week.  Now I get them in three minutes. Technology!"

All three had a good laugh, and soon the new family was driving home when Hope suddenly exclaimed, "Ken! Let's take Captain to my parent's house. I want to show them our new addition."

Startled by Hope's outburst, Ken regrouped and said, "Sure honey, go ahead and give them a call." Then she looked at the GPS screen and called out a few commands. The Yukon changed its course. 
Hope anxiously called her parent's home, "Hi Mom. Can Ken and I come over, we have something to show you.  Great! See you in a few."

"Oh, my God, would you look at that Sam!" Lynn squealed as he saw the beautiful dog. "Hope, he's gorgeous where did you get him?"

"Well,'she' found us Mom," Hope beamed, "And her name is Captain!"

Sam, slightly in awe of the dog said, "'Captain', how nice, and she is such a sweet looking dog. A Black German shepherd! Would you look at those brown streaks on her legs. She is so handsome.  You two are very lucky," Sam finished, as she gently stroked the dog's ears.

The two families headed into the house and after drinks were served, Hope began to tell her parents the story.  After a short time, Captain began to whine at the back door. As they let her out, all four kept an eye on her because it was a strange yard.  Captain wandered around the yard, and put her nose to the ground and began to sniff. Once she reached the maple tree, she laid down underneath the tall tree. The foursome watched the scene, and were stunned. Hope quietly walked through the door, and sat with Captain under the tree. The dog looked up at her with sad eyes.

Gently Hope stroked her head, "His name was Major, girl," she said, "He was a hero and saved my life. I'm telling you this because if you want to be a part of this family you're going to have very large paws to fill.  Do you understand me?"

Captain rose to her full height and licked Hope's face, then laid down again and put her head on Hope's lap. The young woman wept quietly as she hugged Captain. Ken moved behind her woman and gently massaged her shoulders. Hope looked up smiled and kissed her hand.

Jake, Madelyn, and Samuel came over right away when they heard the news. They stopped and greeted Sam and Lynn when Samuel suddenly broke away from Jake's grasp and with a big giggle, immediately ran into the back yard towards the dog. Captain quickly got up and trotted over to Samuel. Everyone watched intently as the big dog licked the laughing young boy and gently herded him back to his father. Jake was taken aback by Captain's actions as he lifted Samuel into his arms. He had seen many military dogs in action and what this dog did was astonishing. He looked on as Captain made her way back to Hope and plopped down on her lap.

Jake saw the smile on his sister's face grow. A smile the likes of which he hadn't seen in over twelve years. He felt tears of joy as his sister grinned happily at him. Together they looked at their parents standing just inside the door wall.  Together they mouthed the words,  'I love you'. 

Lynn saw the words as tears of happy contentment streamed down his face; he looked at his handsome woman and saw her face was wet with love too. Lynn put his arm around his King, and in his feminine voice softly said,

"My King, 'Notre royaume est ensemble une fois de plus.'"

"Yes my Queen, our kingdom is whole once again."

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