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Elizabeth To Beth

By: beagle9690



Authors Note: I quote in part from a review on one of my stories Painting The Rose. The review Stupid is as stupid does 01/20/09 By Anonymous in USA: "The sex was minimal, and for the most part, not there. Hence, some might not have liked it for its lack of vicarious luridness. 

This Story does not contain vicarious luridness. To Anonymous in USA: Thank You!

I am a Correction Officer assigned to a maximum-security prison of some notoriety in Western New York. I have lived alone since my wife passed away five years ago. The term insurance that I carried on my wife paid off all debt, and added to my net worth. It did nothing to console my loneliness. 

My house is a large three-story brick farmhouse. Stately and mature black walnut trees surround it. I also had a large stands of oak and hard maple trees 400 yards behind the house. These are the predominate trees on my property. My trees afford me shade and privacy. I have two barns as well as a two-car garage. My nearest neighbor's live a mile or so away. I decided to convert the third floor of my house into a three-room apartment with a kitchen and full bath. 

I am quite handy with my hands, learning carpentry, electrical and plumbing early in life, doing most of the work myself. Soon the apartment was ready to rent. I posted a yellow file card on the bulletin board stating by appointment only. As it turned out, I rented to the first person I interviewed. 

Her name was Elizabeth Adamczyk, a new employee. Beth just started working a week prior as a secretary in the Personnel Office. My yellow file card was probably up for less then an hour. Elizabeth read it and put it in her purse to keep away prospective renters, thank God. 

Elizabeth left work early that day and drove to my house. Beth actually arrived an hour before I did giving her the opportunity to really look things over. I could see an old beat-up red Ford sedan parked by the garage when I pulled into my driveway. 

Elizabeth was standing outside on that beautiful fall day waiting to see the apartment. While waiting, Beth had gathered a bouquet of colorful fall leaves. In this Elizabeth reminded me so much of my Bea. Bea delighted in these simple pleasures as I loved and delighted in her. So much of me died along with Bea, things I used to care about or notice. I forgot how beautiful the individual leaves were, seeing merely a mess to rake up. And I remembered how good my black walnuts tasted roasted hot out of the shell, or in Bea's turkey dressing. 

That day I noticed the fall foliage was at its peak. The leaves on the trees were vibrant and proud. Displaying their rich shades of reds, oranges, and yellows. Overshadowing the pensive green of the few remaining stubborn leaves in the background. Those green leaves afraid to change and move on. Such was I then. Pensive and melancholy since my beautiful Bea...my wife Beatrice died. 

The official paper work describing Elizabeth Adamczyk, contained in her impersonal personnel file. Race: white, gender: female, age: 35, Height: 5'-6 ", weight: 125 lbs., Eyes: hazel. That is how the bureaucrats in Albany see Beth... black ink on paper. 

I saw lovely women with a nice figure, clear complexion and youthful face. I saw intelligent hazel eyes, a small turned up nose and sensuous lips. Elizabeth's hair was pinned up sensibly for work, neat and professional, her precious little ears showing. Beth was wearing a white blouse and a dark gray skirt that day, with stockings and black pumps.

I got out of my truck, smiling and was fascinated with this pretty woman. Elizabeth walked over to introduce herself. Beth's handshake was firm and sincere. Elizabeth was confident and looked me directly in the eye when she spoke. 

I liked Elizabeth immediately. I showed Beth the apartment on the spot without an appointment. Two weeks later I helped Beth move her belongings from a small storage unit in Batavia with my pickup truck. 

After Elizabeth had lived above me for about 11 months. I got to know Beth's routine and schedule. Elizabeth was friendly but reserved and mostly tended to keep to herself. Beth never had any gentlemen callers and seldom went out. Elizabeth did bowl every Thursday on a women's bowling league.

When Beth first moved in, she offered to help cut the grass. During the winter months, if Beth saw me outside shoveling, she would come out and help me. In the spring I taught Elizabeth how to operate the old farm tractor I used to mow the property. Without thinking, I picked Beth up by the waist and put her on the seat. What a surprised look Elizabeth had on her face. I immediately apologized, a little red in the face; what was I thinking, or not thinking. The first few times Beth drove the tractor, I stood along side on the step up while Beth was driving talking her through things. The second time out and unable to stop, Beth ran the tractor into the red sumac bushes sending me flying. Elizabeth took over caring for the perennial flowerbeds my wife planted around the house. I pretty much had left them to go a little wild. As with the fall leaves, Beth delighted in watching the first buds on the plants. Elizabeth would insist on me coming over to look at each one when they bloomed. Beth's favorites were the yellow daffodils, as were mine For Beth, I would drop whatever I was doing to go look. In the evening we often sat together under the walnut trees. We made small talk and argued current events. 

Politically we are diametric. Our arguments are passionate but never contentious. I would sit with my arms folded, rooted in place like my trees, not giving an inch. Elizabeth would circle my chair. Beth would then stop in front of me. Beth's hands placed firmly on her hips, leaning slightly forward. Then Elizabeth would make her point or counter argument. Finally Beth would stand straight and give her head a little toss. When she did, I often had the urge to grab Beth and kiss her mouth. Not to silence her mind you, but just because Beth was so damn stubborn...and pretty. We seldom agreed about politics and most often agreed to disagree. We wanted the same good things for our country, but approached it from different directions. Elizabeth would sit and crochet hats, scarves, mittens and blankets that she donated to the needy until dark. On those days, Margaret might join us, bringing the fixings for homemade ice cream, maple & black walnut ice cream. Many nights Beth and I would sit outside under the stars quietly enjoying each other's company in unspoken agreement. 

One fall morning, when the black walnuts were ready, Beth and I gathered bushel after bushel. I brought out two pair of heavy neoprene rubber gloves and showed Beth how to husk the nuts. Without the gloves ones hands would soon be stained yellow/brown for several days. I showed Beth how to rinse them and to discard the floaters. This was followed by putting them in racks two to three nuts deep to dry in the rafters of the barn. Finally, after two weeks of drying, I set up a small gas grill outside. We roasted and shelled them and sat together under the trees and ate fresh hot roasted walnuts, and drank apple cider, nothing better. On this we both agreed.

Elizabeth never talked about her past personal life. I never talked about mine.

Beth was a good tenant except for one thing. Elizabeth was frequently late with the rent. Annoyed with her, I decided to make some discreet inquiries. On my lunch break I went to the Personnel Office to speak privately with my friend, Margaret. 

Margaret stored her 1967 Chrysler Imperial Convertible in my barn rent-free. From November to May until the weather turned warm enough to drive it. I knew that Margaret would help me. 

The first thing that Margaret asked me when I walked into her office was. "When are you going to find yourself a nice girl?"

"I don't know any, Margaret." 

"You have a very nice one living above you, Elizabeth"

"I don't think that Beth is interested in a relationship, Margaret." 

"Did I just hear you call her, Beth?"

"I meant Elizabeth."

"Have you ever talked to Elizabeth and come out and asked her? "Asked Elizabeth out on a date?" "Invited Elizabeth into your home, and I don't mean outside under the trees?"

"We talk politics and current events. Beth helps me with the flowers."

"I know all that. How about taking Elizabeth bowling?" "Elizabeth loves to bowl."

"I don't know how to bowl, Margaret." I said, stubbornly. 

"You forget, I have known you since you were a little boy, Ricky." "Put your arms down, and stop being so stubborn. I don't want to argue with you."

Margaret had over 40 years of state service. Margaret knew all the passwords to access restricted computer files. This enabled her retrieve documents and information them from Central Office in Albany. Margaret was well liked by everyone. The secretaries working under her especially liked Margaret. Margaret is like an old mother hen with connections. I spent a great deal of time at Margaret's house growing up.

I found out that Elizabeth was originally from the Buffalo, N.Y. area and had never married. Beth attended Notre Dame College to get a teaching degree. While attending college, Elizabeth worked as a waitress, nights. Beth's father died suddenly, leaving her mother, not a well woman without savings or adequate insurance. 

Elizabeth dropped out of college and moved back home to support her mother. In time, Beth's mother became too much for Elizabeth to handle alone. Beth reluctantly placed her mother in a nursing home to receive skilled nursing care. 

After her mom's death, Elizabeth lost the house because of liens filed against it by the home to defer the cost of her mother's stay. The last occupation listed on her state job application form was at J.C. Penny's. Beth worked as a salesperson in the shoe department. 

"That's all you need to know, Ricky. I like Elizabeth very much. Elizabeth is a hard worker. Elizabeth is perfect for you. Take my word for it. You are renting to a nice, hard working girl."

Margaret has a way with people. Margaret also has to have the last word. Before I left, Margaret reminded me again to find myself a nice girl. Pointing out again there was one living above me. Margaret hinted that Beth might be more then interested and was available. I was too obtuse to pick up on Margaret's hints. 

When I described our first handshake, Elizabeth's fingernails were short and sensible. They were much longer on the day I visited Margaret. With colored nail polish instead of clear. I don't like them that way. Come to think of it, I noticed a lot of Secretaries with long painted fingernails. Maybe it's the new style or something. 

On the way out, I saw Elizabeth trying to ignore an outside repairman fixing the photocopy machine. He was in his early twenties and seemed to be pestering Beth and was acting forward and over familiar. For some reason I didn't like the looks of him. I walked over to say hello to Beth and said. "I won't be home right away, Elizabeth. I'm going to stop and get a new nozzle for our hose. Then, when we water the flowers we won't get wet from the water squirting out at the connection. I also caught the man's eye, giving him a mean look, warning him to back off, and causing him to walk away and get his tools. Beth gave my hand a little squeeze and rewarded me with kiss on the cheek. Perhaps I should buy a new hose as well.

Beth had beautiful thick long hair then. It was dark brown with reddish highlights and blunt cut reaching almost to her waist. As I said, to Beth's credit she keeps it pinned up all neat and proper while at work. My Bea had long honey blond hair, although not as long as Beth's. It fell exactly 3 inches past the bottom of Bea's shoulder blades. Long enough to wear up, or braid, but not too long to hold a curl. That was how I liked it, 3 inches past Bea's shoulder blades. Like Bea, Elizabeth is a proper modest Lady.

The background information out of the way: It was the first week of August. Elizabeth's rent was over due. Beth still owed me for June and July. Beth promised me a check on Friday for both months rent. We both work the day shift 7-3 and have weekends off. It was hot and sticky that Friday, the temperature in the nineties. 

At the last minute, I was mandated to work eight hours unscheduled overtime on the 3-11 shift. I telephoned Elizabeth and told her I was working a double. I instructed Beth to get the spare house key hidden in the barn behind an old license plate. The key would let her in the front door. Elizabeth entered her apartment from the back stairs and did not a key for the inside door to enter the rest of the house. Elizabeth would leave my rent check on the oak table in the foyer. 

At 6:00 PM the Chart Sergeant sent me home early. I pulled into my driveway approximately 6:20 PM. I parked my truck next Elizabeth's Ford in the garage. 

I found the front door unlocked. There was no rent check on the table. Pissed off, all I wanted were a shower and a half hour nap in bedroom. This was the only room in the house with air-conditioning. 

I walked up the stairs on the way to the bathroom. When I reached the landing, I observed that my bedroom door was closed. I could hear the window air-conditioner running. 

Suspicious, when I reached the bedroom door I slowly turned the doorknob and quietly pushed it open. I couldn't believe what I saw. Elizabeth was asleep on my bed wearing her bra and panties. Beth's beautiful hair was pulled back in a ponytail and held in place with a pink scrunchie. 

The walk-in closet door was open on my wife's side. There was a pile of my wife's dresses laid out on the bed next to Beth It was if Elizabeth had tried them all on before falling asleep. 

I quietly walked to my dresser and observed my alarm clock was on the left side instead of the right. Upon closer inspection, the alarm was set for 10:00 PM. 

One hour before my overtime shift was supposed to end. 

Opening the top dresser drawer I removed a pair of stainless steel Smith & Wesson handcuffs. I quietly walked back to the bed. Snapping the handcuffs in place on Elizabeth's wrists before she had time to react. 

Beth looked up at me with surprise and confusion. Elizabeth took a deep breath as if to say something. Before Beth could get it out I slapped her buttocks, once. 

"Don't you dare say a damn thing to me!" 

I took the end of Elizabeth's thick shiny ponytail and wrapped my hand around it until it was tight with the scrunchie. I took control of the handcuffs with my free hand. I made Beth to stand and pulled her close. I put my face up to her ear. Elizabeth scent was that of my wife's perfume. 

Whispering harshly in Beth's ear, my breath on her face, I said. 

"You know what you did wrong, Elizabeth. Here is the deal. I will forgive everything including both months rent. Starting right now until Sunday night you are mine. 

"You will be my surrogate wife since you like to wear her dresses. You smell like her, since you are wearing Bea's perfume. I in turn will act like a good husband. We will make love as Bea always allowed. You will have the run of the entire house. You will allow me to take you places. You will concede to dress the way I request. You will fix your hair the way I want it fixed, just like any good wife would." Tugging on Beth's ponytail for emphasis. "Yes or no, do we have a deal, Elizabeth?" 

Elizabeth did not answer.

Releasing Beth's hair, I removed the handcuffs. "I going to take a shower now, and then put on some steaks for us." 

I took a longer shower the usual. I knew I was wrong and had over reacted. I was angry at first, but that had passed. I stood in from of the mirror and I shaved off my handle bar mustache that I grew after Bea died. I ran my hand over my short- cropped blond hair, wondering if I should let it grow out. Bea loved to run her fingers through it when it was longer. I planned our weekend. I undressed Beth in my mind, like I often did when we sat under the trees. I returned to the bedroom with a basin of cold water, a washcloth and nail clippers. 

I made Beth stand facing me while I gently washed the makeup from her face. I hated seeing Beth wearing that much makeup. Elizabeth was far to pretty. When I finished I commented. 

"That's better, Elizabeth. You are too pretty to wear so much makeup." I took her face in my hands and closed my eyes. I lightly kissed her sweet lips and sighed, thinking more luscious then I imagined. At my request, Beth cut her nails shorter. 

"Wife, please take off your bra and panties. Elizabeth actually complied. 

"Wonderful, now take the scrunchie out of your hair and shake your head." Elizabeth dropped her bra and panties on the floor. Beth then reached back and removed the scrunchie, shaking her hair loose and free. 

I inhaled sharply holding my breath momentarily, unable to speak. At that moment, all I could think of was; My God, Elizabeth is so beautiful.........

Looking back I am sure that Elizabeth must have seen my reaction, the look on my face.

When I recovered, I sat on the bed. I requested that Elizabeth her kneel down in front of me on some pillows. Elizabeth gave me a blowjob while I played with her silky long hair.

After I achieved my orgasm, I kissed her cheek. "Elizabeth my dear, you are incredible. It will be my pleasure to be your surrogate husband. I will certainly return the favor to you later...with your permission of course." 

"You are welcome to use the bathroom. Help yourself to anything you need. There are plenty of clean towels. You know what I mean, just make yourself at home." 

Elizabeth picked up her things, and went into the bathroom closing the door. I walked over and put my ear on it. I heard Beth slide the shower curtain closed and then turn the water on. 

After ninety seconds Beth called out sarcastically. "I know you are standing by the door. Did you have to use all the hot water? That's no way for a husband to treat his wife." 

I got dressed, made the bed and then put Bea's dresses away in the closet. When I finished, Elizabeth was still in the bathroom. I knocked on the door and said," Elizabeth.... Beth honey, there is a tee shirt for you on the bed. Would you fix your hair in a ponytail for me?" 

Elizabeth didn't answer. I went downstairs and outside to start up the grill, bringing out some steaks. Then I went back upstairs and straightened up the bathroom after Elizabeth went to her apartment. Then I went back outside to grill the steaks.

About 15 minutes later Beth came outside. Beth was barefoot wearing my tee shirt over her bra and panties. Beth's hair was fixed in a high ponytail. 

"You look cute with your hair up like that, Beth. As a matter of fact, you are the prettiest liberal Democrat I have ever met. Can we at least agree on that?"

Elizabeth stood there quietly watching me cook. Beth had a thoughtful look on her pretty face. 

After a few minutes, Elizabeth asked. May I ask you a question, Richard?"

"Of course you may, Beth, that is what husbands are for." 

Why are you cooking, husband? 

Because I'm hungry, Beth, what about you?" There are tomatoes and potato salad from the store in the fridge?

"You cleaned the bedroom and the bathroom." Elizabeth commented. 

"And." 

"But I thought that was my job as your wife to cook and clean?" 

"I've been married before, Beth. I know what it is like and I miss it. The deal was for a surrogate wife, not a slave.

"May I ask you another question then?" 

You sure can, Beth." 

"Why did you shave off your mustache?" 

"Oh, that!" And I started laughing...remembering. "Months before I asked Bea to marry me, I grew a mustache and a beard trying to look older, more distinguished. Bea did not care for them. In fact Bea hated them. Bea had short hair in those days because her mother liked it that way and made Bea keep it short. I remained clean-shaven for Bea and she grew her hair long for me. 


Elizabeth To Beth Ch. 02



Chapter Two: After returning home from the engagement party Beth is lying next to the sleeping form of Richard. She is wide-awake and her mind is racing.

"Oh, how peaceful he looks when he is sleeping, my big stubborn sweetheart...my love, without a care in the world. I'm so happy, I won't get a wink of sleep at all tonight.... my mind is just racing...isn't it wonderful... 

Poor Stanley, how did Margaret put it? Yes that's it, she said, "hum dinger!" and "smitten, Richard is smitten with you." Stanley is going to have one hum dinger of a shiner, a black eye when he says the early Mass tomorrow morning. Dear Margaret, you were right, he just needed a little push and then he came out swinging. He finally said it, "I love you. I love you, Elizabeth Susan Adamczyk." Then he shouted it for all to hear, "I love you Elizabeth Susan Adamczyk!"

That was so romantic and I can be such a bitch. My poor sweetheart.... sweetheart, it feels so good to think that, and to say that... sweetheart... I promise I will never do anything like that to you again.... I will never doubt your love for me... especially after what you did at our engagement party. I just wanted to hear you say it... although in your own way you showed me, darling. I hope I can be as good a wife to you as Beatrice... I pray that I can... 

Sean never did any of those things or would ever do any of those things. He would pay somebody to do it, that rich spoiled bastard that he was and most likely still is... he couldn't even stand up to his own mommy for goodness sake. 

I was so young and so naive... a virgin. I was smitten by him and with everything about him, his politics for example. He encouraged me to join the debating team and we were partners; double-teaming people to join our liberal causes or to shout down the opposition, ad hominem attacks if it suited our purposes because we were right and they were wrong. 

I was so popular in high school, an honor student, a cheerleader.... the homecoming queen.... a big fish in a little pond. Sean told me I was special to him and I believed him... I wanted to believe that he loved me, or in time that would he learn to love me.... I loved him, or I thought that I loved him. He never loved me... I was merely convenient... I can't believe that I cut my hair short for him and agreeing to that stupid pixie cut! 

I hate my hair short and I hated that haircut, I looked like a boy. There I go again making excuses...I did it because he was handsome, and not just handsome, he was drop dead gorgeous and I wanted him and the things that his money could buy...I can't believe that I was so shallow then. 

I will never cut my hair that short again.... except for my Richard and he wouldn't ask me to because he loves my hair long. I want to grow it waist length for him if he will let me...and I will keep it like this length because it pleases him, however I am sure that he would let me grow it longer if I asked. 

Sean and I always agreed on everything... though of course he agreed with me, so that he could get into my pants. The places we traveled to together and the restaurants, plus the expensive gifts that he bought me, they were impressive I will admit to that. 

It was like I was in a fog... of course, a fog! Because that is what you are Sean, disingenuous and insubstantial; you polluted water vapor. You were in love with yourself; the reincarnation of Narcissus admiring his own reflection in a stagnant shallow pool and destined to be transformed into skunk cabbage by the gods for your vanity, your self-love. 

As for the causes that you championed, I was so impressed at the time...it is obvious now that you never believed in them, like so many of the people of the in-crowd... symbolism instead of substance. 

I know exactly where my Richard stands! He means what he says and he lives it. He has never been afraid of anything, not even when he was a little boy. 

The caviar, no big deal, it is merely salty fish eggs. I didn't like caviar then and I don't like it now. I just ate it to please you Sean, and because we were engaged, and because it was expensive. Give me a good hometown beer batter fish fry any old time. 

I don't hate you any longer mamma's boy...you forced me to grow up and to mature and to realize what is important in life. Family.... my family was there for me, especially my mom. Dear Margaret, you are so much like mom, and Sweetheart, you are my family now, my love and my anchor. 

Caviar & champagne cannot compare to the hot roasted walnuts and cold apple cider that we shared. (Beth touches Richard's face and smiles while wiping a tear from her eye) That evening, after our feast and then spending the day together, you walked me to my apartment door like you do every night.... to make sure that I am safe. 

I wanted you to kiss me that night.... or for you to just hold me. That was the night that I realized that I loved you.... I was afraid of being hurt again.... afraid of telling you.... perhaps a little stubborn myself. Perhaps more then a little stubborn... I was waiting for you to say it. 

Well maybe I will tease you a little to keep you on your toes. I shall tell you I want keep my maiden name after we are married.... just teasing my love, my man. My man...a real man, not a Sean! I adore thinking that because I am your woman now. 

I wouldn't dream of changing you because you are so damn stubborn, and so patient and so kind and gentle, and oh... so frustrating at times...but full of surprises, like poetry, our daffodils, our special love poem to be sure. (Beth sighs, rolls over and snuggles closer to her love) 

I would have never imagined that you knew poetry when we first met underneath our trees.... did I just think that, under our trees? When you wake up I shall tell you that, our trees, Sweetheart, our trees.

When I first saw you, my impression of you was no nonsense, so spit and polish in your uniform. Solid and formidable, unyielding with your feet firmly planted, much like your trees, our trees now! And then you shook my hand, firmly but gently, such strong hands, tough and callused hands, but warm, like the sun kissed bark of our lovely trees. Dear God, I'm so horny, I can't wait until you wake up so we can make love again and then you will touch me with your hands. You make me so horny.... should I wake you? Your hands are so unlike his which were cool and soft... like a woman's, what was I thinking? (Beth takes Richard's hand and kisses it, careful not to wake him)

You noticed the leaves in my hand and I didn't have time to put them in my car. I was afraid that perhaps you thought I was silly and wouldn't rent to me. Then you smiled and then you didn't look so stern or mean and then you let your guard down a little, yes just a little.... and the more time I spent with you the more you smiled. All the girls in my office noticed that and Margaret certainly did.... my twitter-patted love. ("I hated your mustache," Beth whispered to her sleeping love.)

You shaved off that terrible mustache just for me and I can't wait until your hair grows out. And then there is my beautiful pin, I found out what the leaves in my hand meant to you... I.... I'm going to start crying and wake you for sure.... stop it Beth! 

When I first saw your house, now our house, and the barns and the trees and fields, I so wanted to live there. I felt as if I belonged there, as if benevolent hands were pushing me towards it, well...that's just silly, isn't it? I hadn't lived in a real house since Mom died and then I moved from place-to-place, job-to-job and never putting down roots. As to the few men that I dated.... duds... and to label them duds is an upgrade. I had just about given up on men in general when out of the blue, Margaret gave me your yellow file card advertising the apartment and told me to put it in my purse and not tell anyone. I'm so glad that you put that repairman in his place. Lucky for him you didn't hear what he said to me for you would have been angry with his lack of respect and his lack of manners: " Hey girl, what's up? Guess what? It's your lucky day. Out of all the girls here, I picked you to talk to, and baby you look like my size," what a dud! 

And our discussions, you never took the ad hominem attack, never belittled my opinions or shouted or even raised your voice to bully me. If we didn't agree you always said, "well Elizabeth, I guess we shall simply have to agree to disagree...." Often I took the devils advocate just to get a rise out of you. You sat there with your arms folded like you do and calmly listened...my God you can be so frustrating at times.... you would be surprised to know that we agreed on most things.

"Would you like butter or jam on your pound cake, Elizabeth?", you would say... when you should have said that you loved me and saved us all the trouble. Instead, you pulled the handle off your favorite coffee cup and didn't even know it. I can be such a bitch, but it was so much fun.... I knew that you loved me and so did Margaret. You were waiting for me to return home one night when I was with Stanley and you pulled the curtains down when you saw me kiss Stanley's cheek... you were so angry, even Margaret laughed at that one. 

I love it when you pick me up as if I weigh nothing... and the tractor...ha, ha, (Beth laughs quietly to herself) you were so embarrassed and then you turned beet red, as you did when I mentioned about the cologne you were wearing for me. That was so precious, both times, blushing and you didn't get angry when I ran the tractor into the bushes, you were so patient with me, and you are always so polite and always a gentleman. I'm sure that Margaret saw to that, your good manners...it seems few people have good manners these days. 

Margaret told me everything... darling.... how you brought Bea home from the hospital because that was where she wanted to be on her last days on this earth, home. You took an unpaid leave of absence to care for her, doing everything yourself.... I know how you broke down and cried when Bea died, like you did in the theatre with Margaret...the only two times that Margaret ever saw you cry.

I know that when you were a little boy you would stand toe to toe with the older boys, bullies, who made fun of your clothing and the way you looked and how you lived, calling you a motherless bastard. I know that you often came home with bruises and your clothing was torn. Sometimes you were battered and bloody, and few times you needed stitches (sutures) because you were too stubborn to give up or stay down. 

Margaret said that you never cried or even complained. You told her that only sissies cry and that a man has to stand for himself no matter what.... you drove Margaret crazy with worry but she admired you for it. Margaret also told me that you refused to tell her who they were, those bullies, or the Sheriff for that matter; and when you got your size you hunted them down and they got their "come-up-ins", especially the one that smashed your binoculars. Nobody messed with you after that. Margaret has such a way with words, "Come-up-ins".

(Beth put her arm around Richard's waist, snuggling closer still, and Richard stirred, smiling in his sleep) I saw the field of blue forget-me-nots that you planted by the creek in Bea's memory. Bea never got to swim in the pool.... I pray that her soul finds peace and happiness in heaven. (Beth made The sign of the Cross) 

I know how ill she was with terminal cancer. I know that you carried her through your fields and that you held your wife in your strong arms to show Bea your gift to her.... Margaret assured me that you loved me as much as her. I was a little jelious of Bea at first. I accept that you still love her in one part of your heart and will always love her, my green leaf.... 

I woke up to find Beth cuddled up next to me and she was crying softly... I assumed that she wasn't upset and was happy because women sometimes cry when they are happy and that's OK. I pushed Beth's long hair behind one ear and kissed her face. "It's alright, Beth, cry all you want, I love you too." I lay there hugging her and stroking her beautiful hair, which was wavy now that the curls had relaxed.

"You know why I'm crying?" She asked, somewhat surprised. "I'm sorry I woke you, how did you know?"

"I just know...see you have stopped crying" I kissed the tears from her face. "Let me tell you what else I know and it is not up for discussion, my lady. I will tolerate no disagreement or broach any argument. You are smart and you are pretty and sexy..."

"Just pretty?" She asked, interrupting.

"Make that beautiful, and exasperating, plus you are obstinate...." "Obstinate as in stubborn?" She asked, teasing me and kissing my chest while stroking my manhood and making me instantly hard and ready.

"That's not fighting fair, Beth." I said, lying back and enjoying the attention. 

"What's not fair, Sweetheart? I'm not arguing with you, I'm agreeing with you." She continued working her down kissing and licking my stomach. "You make me so horny and I want you now."

I have only been with two women in my entire life, Beth being the second. I suppose you can say that my actual experience in this venue is limited, yet not so my imagination. Bea never initiated sex, being quiet and passive and somewhat shy, she was a virgin on our wedding night...but then so was I.

I took both of Beth's hands in mine and kissed them, and then I slowly slid out of bed taking her with me...she didn't resist and besides I always wanted to do it that way. 

We stood facing one another and I put my arms around her waist. I kissed her mouth and squeezed her shapely ass, saying. "Put your arms around my neck and hang on tight."

I picked her up by her ass and then slid my erect manhood past her swollen lips into her moist pussy greeting her sweet flower. As I pounded her, Beth arched her back thrusting her hips forward and her long hair was moving to the rhythm of my lustful thrusts, her long hair turning me on all the more. 

She was moaning loudly unable to cover her mouth to keep from falling...perfect. Beth was open to new experiences, experiences and other things for us to share together. I pounded her until she came violently and vocally as her sweet orgasm washed over her. I swear I could almost feel it through my manhood and my legs were dripping wet with her sweet juices. I held back my own urgent need until my Beth was satisfied. 

Having satisfied my woman, I continued thrusting with renewed vigor and my explosive orgasm caused Beth to hold on tighter and lean forward to passionately kiss my mouth and face, and she was crying again. I sat down on the bed and Beth put her head on my shoulder and I held her until she stopped, my woman.... mine, so precious, so darn precious...stupid, stupid and stupid, why the hell did I wait so long to tell her that I loved her? I never dreamed it could be like this. Beatrice, Bea, my first love, my angel in heaven thanks you for understanding. 

As he held her, Beth was thinking - My God where did he come from? I can't believe we just did that? Richard held me so effortlessly and I've never come like that before, it was wonderful, it was indescribable and I was practically screaming when I came and I didn't care because I was with him. He was so wild, and then so gentle and thoughtful holding me like as if I were a priceless porcelain doll and I loved it, cuddling...he loves to cuddle...a man who actually likes to cuddle. Richard has finally let his guard down all the way.... how can I possibly deny him anything? 

"Race you to the shower." I said, kissing Beth lightly on the lips. Then I let go of her and jumped up from the bed. I got there ahead of her and closed the door purposely not locking it. Beth turned the doorknob but didn't come in right away, she went to her apartment; I was hoping and I was right. I waited until I heard her coming up the stairs before I got in the shower.... something else I always wanted to do, shower with a woman. 

She reached in through the shower curtain and turned the water on, "You were waiting for me weren't you? Just give me a second." Beth got in next to me with a small plastic tote with various soaps, shampoos, conditioners and other stuff like that. "Is this your first time, too?" I asked her, causing her to blush for a change. "Never mind, Beth my love, I already have my answer. I leave myself in your capable little hands."

The first thing that she did was to shampoo and condition my hair, followed by washing my face with an exfoliating cleaner on a little round white abrasive cleansing pad, saying, "This is gentle enough to use twice a week and will do wonders for your skin. I bought you a Gillette Fusion Razor and extra blades."

"It's on the vanity with Nivea Shaving Gel and Nivea After Shave Balm. They don't contain alcohol and won't dry your skin..." Beth explained the benefits of each product, accessorizing and replacing everything I used to date, (any deodorant soap on sale) from head to toe. I agreed to use them, for even if they didn't work miracles, nevertheless they were a thoughtful gift and it made her happy to pamper me. I was wondering when she bought them. 

Beth finished by washing me with an organic PH balanced peppermint soap using her little hands and paying special attention to my manhood, which was proudly standing at attention I may add, while kissing me long and deep while she was doing it. I wondered what she was thinking, and its not like I'm a wild man. I can control myself; I have done so since my wife died, nevertheless I would love to go down on her. What does a bald pussy taste like, I think I will just come out and ask her...........

"It's my turn next and then we will both smell like peppermint." He can be so reasonable at times and he gave in so easily. I'm sure that he will notice the improvements to his skin now that he is taking my advice, my not quite so stubborn Sweetheart. I want to suck on his cock...I'm so naughty, I cant believe I am thinking that... yes I can, I love him. (Beth smiles) His hair down there tickles my nose and it would be so much better if.... I wonder?

I shampooed Beth's hair, rinsing it well to remove all of the shampoo and then massaged the conditioner in starting with the tips and working my way up to her scalp. Then Beth handed me a large claw- type hair clip and instructed me to twist her conditioner-saturated hair on top of her head before fastening it in place with the clip. 

I soaped Beth down with the peppermint soap, kissing her lips and hugging her ever chance I could get. While the conditioner working she shaved her legs, under arms, etc, while I was shaving with my new razor. After Beth rinsed the conditioner from her hair she got out and I dried her back with a towel. Beth was facing the mirror with her beautiful hair wrapped up in a towel. "Richard, what would you think if I cut my hair short?"

"You are not going to cut your hair short, Beth. I wouldn't like that at all so stop kidding."

"What makes you think that I am kidding?" She asked, turning towards with her hands on her hips and trying to look serious. 

"I don't mind the devil's advocate up to a point, my love." I said, pulling her close and then kissing her luscious lips. "Our debates have been very interesting and you have caused me to think, however..."

"I'm being serious." She interrupted, but not pulling away, so I kissed her again. "All right you win, I'm not being serious," she said as she put her arms around my neck. "How did you know?"

"The corners of your mouth turn up ever so slightly when you are fibbing, even though you are try to keep a straight face. When you did that in the past I always wanted to kiss your luscious lips and I should have."

"You knew that I was playing the devil's advocate!" She exclaimed. "You, you..."




Elizabeth To Beth Ch. 02



"Sweetheart?" I suggested, smiling.

"You can be so frustrating at times, you really can." Beth said, taking my face in her little hands. "Will you braid my hair for me, I was thinking a French braid would be nice."

"Beth, I have to say this and then I will never bring up the subject again. You are not Bea and I'm sorry that I had your hair cut like hers because it wasn't fair to you. You are my woman now and my thoughts are only for you.... my eyes are only for you. You deserve a fresh start, and a home of your own; a place that we purchased together. If you ask, I will sell this house, this property and everything I own and I will never look back, I..........."

I put my hand over his mouth and I loved him more then ever, his selfless offer leaving me almost speechless. I know how much of himself that he put in this house and his barns and fields. As I said, Richard absolutely means what he says.... he would give up everything for me and I knew at that moment how truly I was blessed. 

"No Sweetheart, no." I told him, putting my head on his chest. "I ask only one thing, and you have to promise. Do you promise?"

"Anything for you Beth, I promise." "But first, I want you to braid my hair, because I have two surprises for you." 

He did a wonderful French braid for me and it was much better then I do myself and I'm pretty good at it. I sent him downstairs to wait for me by our fireplace, while I took care of his first surprise in the bathroom. I then went right to the fireplace wearing my white silk nightgown looking for his wedding picture on the mantle and it was missing. "Where is your wedding picture?"

"I put it in the closet. It is just you and I now and..... 

"You promised, Richard and I am going to hold you to it."

"I don't understand? What does my promise have to do with my wedding picture?"

"Please go get it, Sweetheart." Richard returned with his wedding picture and handed it to me. I put the picture in its place on the mantle. "I want you to promise me that you will always keep that picture out on display in our home, and further when we have our wedding picture taken we will put it on the mantle piece next to it. There is no place that I would rather be then here with you in this cozy brick house. Besides I have already picked a spot for my Grandmother Clock, it would look perfect the top of the landing. I have put a lot of work getting my flower gardens in order and we have walnuts to gather and cider to drink under and I drive that old tractor pretty good now." I walked over to the window to look outside at the light dusting of snow that fell overnight. 

"Elizabeth Susan...come here." He ordered in a quiet and commanding tone that I have not heard him use before. Keep in mind that I have lived most of my adult life as an independent woman, and as I have said, I can be a bitch at times. I have never allowed myself to be ordered about...I will always speak my mind, but I was drawn to that part of him, that no nonsense, unyielding discipline that he imposed on himself. 

I walked over to him and put my head and his chest and I said, "Yes, Sir." He stroked the fine hairs at the nape of my neck. I actually enjoyed giving in to him. He was holding me so gently with his strong-callused hands and he was giving me goose bumps.... he made me feel so safe and secure. I could let my guard down and be myself with him and tell him anything now. He said something that surprised me, and his confession gave me another peek at his soul. 

"I saw a lovely woman with a nice figure, clear complexion and youthful face. I saw intelligent hazel eyes, and a small turned up nose, and sensuous lips. Her hair was pinned up sensibly for work, neat and professional and her precious little were ears showing. She was wearing a white blouse and a dark gray skirt that day, with stockings and black pumps." 

"I got out of my truck, smiling and I was fascinated with this pretty woman. She extended her right hand for me to shake and her handshake firm and sincere."

"She was confident and looked me directly in the eye when she spoke. The strangest thought or impression...feeling, perhaps all three came over me, as if an invisible hand was gently pushing me in her direction." ""Beth...Beth." I thought. If she were my lover, what a marvelous thought...yes, Beth it is. That is what I thought when I first saw you, Elizabeth Susan...my love... my Beth, before we were introduced and before you told me your name." 

"My father was an atheist, therefore I considered myself one as well. Then Margaret took me to the Methodist Church on Sundays. I learned there that I was not an atheist but an agnostic. I could neither prove nor disprove the existence of God and I stopped going to church until I married Bea. I attended the Lutheran Church with her, mostly for social reasons and the good people attending." 

"We agreed to disagree about the existence of God, although in my grief after her death I blamed God, cursing him and I turned my back on Bea's church and the good people there... in my arrogance, I confirmed God's existence, the hypocrite that I was then." 

"The Reverend Fisher from Bea's church always described heaven as the absolute communion with God and where all people are spiritual soul mates with God, as the Angels always were. Then I saw you that day under our trees, my gift from an Angel... I would say soul mate, however that word is overused. It is coarse and banal in describing how I really feel about you, Beth.... God made the glorious daffodils and then my beautiful Beth in a pale yellow dress that moved about her like a cloud of yellow daffodils." Richard sighed and continued holding me, his Beth, and we stood there for a while, neither of us speaking.........finally I broke the silence. 

"May I have permission to grow my hair waist length for you, Sweetheart?" 

"You don't need my permission for that, my love."

"I know that you prefer my hair long and I will never cut it short without your permission."

"You may grow your hair waist length and you are right, I much prefer your hair long. Furthermore, you are forbidden to ever cut your hair short with my permission."

"Thank you, Sweetheart... Richard, I love going down on you but your hair tickles my nose, would you consider...."

"Only if you will let me shave your first, wait a minute.... was that my surprise?" And then he gently stuck his hand under my nightgown and lightly caressed my mons pubis, giving me goose bumps again. "Marvelous, I can't wait to go down on you, my love, I was going to ask you if you would do that for me." 

I was thinking, "Wonderful, he approves and I love it like this, I feel so clean and fresh...mmm and so will he when I taste him." 

"May I shave you now, darling, for you know what comes next?"

"After we put up our Christmas Tree."

"Christmas!! It is almost May and Christmas is so far away!" 

"If I wasn't so stupid, stupid and stupid, I would have told you that I loved you instead of talking about pound cake. If I had told you, we would have spent our first Christmas together on Christmas, I can't wait 8 months, Beth. I called work and made the arrangements while you were making yourself taste delicious, however that will have to wait. We both have a week off and after our engagement party I thought you might like the time off together. Besides, when I helped you move I saw several boxes marked Christmas ornaments and they are still in the barn, untouched. I have Christmas decorations and between the two of us I am sure we will have a beautiful tree. I have a stand of blue spruce trees, Christmas Trees and I know where to get a fresh turkey, and by fresh, I mean fresh! I have a friend who raises them................................................"

We got dressed and then went out for breakfast, bagels with cream cheese, medium poached eggs and coffee I sat close to him in the restaurant and we planned our Christmas dinner, writing out our grocery list. Richard called ahead for the turkey on my cell phone. I was excited when we left the restaurant and the spontaneity of my big Sweetheart. I should have told him that I loved him first and saved his favorite coffee mug from sudden death. 

As he always does, he opened my door for me, helping me in. This time before he closed the truck door, he leaned in and kissed me and squeezed my hand. My love was absolutely beaming because he was so happy.... Christmas in May; our presents to one another, simply each other.... God bless you, Sean, you Symplocarpus foetidus. 

We were grocery shopping and I was in the can goods section trying to decide whole cranberries or cranberry jelly. Richard came up behind me unnoticed and wrapped his arms around my waist and then kissed my cheek, nuzzling my neck with his cheek and he whispered. "I have everything on my half of the list, beautiful, are you almost done?"

"I have to get the heavy cream for the pumpkin pie, whole or jelly?" I asked, turning to face him and holding up the cans. He put his arms around my waist and kissed my mouth. "Sweetheart, wait until we get to the truck." I whispered, not pushing him away and enjoying his show of affection. 

"Well, I suggest you that you two buy a couple of ice scrapers, just in case. You never know when one will come in handy." Margaret said, standing there smiling................................

After we returned from shopping and put the groceries away. We then took the tractor (I got to drive it) out to the stand of blue spruce and picked out our first Christmas Tree together, a perfectly wonderful and fabulous 8-foot tree. Those trees were so fragrant with their pine scent and the carpet of pine needles was soft and yielding beneath our feet. Richard brought two wool blankets, a large and heavy canvas tarp, rope and a small lightweight chain saw with us. He spread the canvas on the ground and then showed me how to make a blanket roll and it was obvious what my Sweetheart had in mind. 

We were shielded and secluded in our sanctuary of pines on that brisk spring day with the temperatures in the low-forties, early fifties and fortunately we were shielded from the wind. We undressed and then lay down together in between the blankets, the canvas protecting us from the damp ground. I could feel his rigid and unyielding manhood pressed up against me as he kissed me, while holding me in his strong arms and my tongue was soon desperately seeking his... "My God, he makes me so horny." I was thinking. 

His strong hands were everywhere, touching, probing, while lingering and caressing and his tongue was driving me crazy with desire for him. Finally he went down on me, licking with his tongue, and licking me in places were there once was hair and now there was none. "You taste scrumptious, my love. It is so much nicer like this."

I had my hand over my mouth and I was moaning and pushing his head down between my legs with my other to my welcoming flower. He was driving me wild and bringing me to the brink of orgasm, and then backing off to start all over again. I was burning with desire for him; I wanted to come so bad.... he knew exactly what he was doing to me and I was getting frustrated in a good way. I had to remove the blankets and lie on top of them because I was getting so warm. 

Twice he had to pull me back onto the canvas. I was sliding off for all my squirming, and I was fanaticizing about sucking on his shaved cock and balls while wearing his handcuffs.... I couldn't believe I was thinking that.... but only with him would I even consider it. I am generally quite reserved and will always comport myself as a proper lady. If someone told me one short year ago that I would be doing this at my age I would have not believed it and I would have been indignant and offended...and yet, I was doing it here with him, my Sweetheart and I loved him because he will always treat me like a lady and he will never speak of our intimacy to anyone. 

Finally he rolled me over on my stomach and entered me from behind, ravishing me with his rock hard cock. Just as my orgasm was starting to peak for the final time, he wrapped his hand around my long braid and pounded me even harder. I buried my face in the blankets to muffle my screams as my orgasm washed over me, and Richard came soon after, rolling off and covering us with a blanket. 

We took a short nap together cuddled in each other's arms, and it was wonderful because of the little sleep I had the night before. After our nap and we were dressed, Richard showed me how to operate the chainsaw and then let me practice with it on some fallen, dead trees. We cut down our special tree; we double- wrapped it in the canvas tarp and then slowly dragged it home behind the tractor with the rope. Once home, we unwrapped it and then Richard cut the bottom straight and level with a fine- toothed handsaw. He then shaped the bottom with a fine wood rasp so that it would fit tightly in the tree holder before tightening the screws.

We then went inside to set the dinning room table together. I finally got to use my Mother's and Grandmother's crystal, silverware and china as well as the embroidered linen napkins and one of the embroidered tablecloths from my cedar hope chest, putting the rest away in one of the empty but well dusted and polished China Cabinets. Richard gave Bea's Mother's & Grandmother's china, crystal, and sterling silver tableware to Bea's younger sister, Susan, to make sure that it stayed in their family were it belonged. 

Once our Christmas Table was set, we brought the tree inside and secured it in place on the stand. We played Christmas music while decorating the tree, each using our favorite ornaments from years past and looking forward to buying more together in the years to come.

While we sat on the couch together admiring our tree and sharing a platter of cheese, crackers, apples and pepperoni, the telephone rang, and the call was from Richard's friend, Amos, advising us the turkey was ready. We then left together, bringing our snack with us for the one- hour ride to get our turkey............. 

Amos was quite the character, he being a wizened little man of indeterminate age and he was barely five foot tall. He was dressed in clean but threadbare faded blue bib overalls, a green plaid flannel shirt, worn knee high yellow rubber boots and a new green John Deere ball cap. 

He was tanned a deep nut brown and his face was a roadmap of wrinkles from all the time that he spent outdoors with his free-range turkeys. He had such striking clear blue eyes looking out from his face of hills and valley's, and perfect white teeth when he smiled.

Amos lived alone in a small run down trailer, however his turkey sheds were new and pristine with spotless concrete floors, plenty of light and ventilation and plenty of room for his small flocks. Richard told me that Amos was a confirmed bachelor who made his money in real estate and was actually quite wealthy. He also told me the he would be surprised if Amos broke even selling turkeys. We went to his small office where he was waiting for us with a bill of sale. As we entered, Richard made the introductions. 

"Amos, this is Elizabeth Adamczyk, my fiancé. Elizabeth, this is my friend Amos Goldberg, the purveyor of the finest Kosher turkeys or turkeys in general anywhere in the world."

Amos stood up and took off his hat when he saw me, and he was smiling as walked over to us. He took my hand and kissed it, saying. 

"I am very pleased to meet you, Elizabeth. It is seldom that such a lovely Lady visits me. I recognized you for a Lady the minute you walked in. Don't let my appearance fool you my dear, for I have experience in such things and I am never wrong. You must stay for tea, I insist. Do you like Earl Grey?"

"Yes Earl Grey would be lovely, thank you, Mr. Goldberg."

"Amos my dear, its Amos among friends."

And then he offered me his comfortable overstuffed office chair getting a hard metal folding chair for Richard and himself.

He then left and returned with a small teacart and on it was a complete sterling silver tea service, plus three fine bone china teacups & saucers. He served us our tea as if we were in his New York City Mansion instead of a tiny office in the corner of a turkey shed with turkey chicks in a brooder on the other side of the wall.... yes he was quite the character and I liked him immediately. Amos was charming and witty and immediately put me at ease, making me laugh at his funny stories, especially the ones about turkeys. Before we left he packed our turkey with block ice inside of a new Styrofoam ice chest and I promised him that we would stay longer when we picked up our Thanksgiving turkey. 

We had a pleasant ride home listening to the radio. We stopped along the way for an ice cream cone; a strawberry cone for me and a chocolate cone for Richard; we shared, passing our cones back and forth. While we were sitting in the booth at the dairy store sharing our ice cream, he said. 

"You should be honored because Amos is an impeccable judge of people." He grumbled jokingly that Amos always served him tea in a paper cup of barely hot water with a generic tea bag, and grumble or not that fact was true. 

Further, he pointed out that Amos served me imported Earl Grey tea, strained and piping hot in a fine porcelain cups & saucers poured from a sterling silver tea service. 

"Yes my Lady and my love, you made quite an impression on him. Did you notice that before he returned that he combed his hair? I have never seen him with his hair combed."

When we arrived home I put the turkey in the fridge and then looked for a roasting pan while Richard cleaned up the Christmas tree mess, saw dust, needles and such before he put everything away in the barn. I found the nicest roasting pan I had ever seen. It was made of blue & white speckled enameled cast iron with a stainless steel rack in the bottom and it was heavy and substantial. It would hold a turkey almost twice of the one we brought home and our special turkey weighed 25 pounds, an engagement gift from Amos. 

Now that I found it, the pan could wait until tomorrow when we would have our Christmas dinner. While driving home and listening to the radio, the weather report called for a heavy lake effect snowstorm with up to three feet of snow by morning.... welcome to Western New York in March. With a week off it did not matter because we have plenty of food, firewood for the fireplace, a gas stove, candle lanterns and a diesel generator for electricity if need be... no doubt Richard heard the weather report long before I did, bless his heart.  

It was already to snowing when my Sweetheart came into the house and he had snowflakes and melting snowflakes stuck to his red plaid wool-hunting coat. He reached up and hung it on the rack by the door. I put my arms around his waist and hugged him, putting my face next to his, and he smelled faintly of Aqua Velva. 

"You smell nice and the tree is up." Richard took my hands in his and squeezed them, but didn't turn around... perfect. "Richard, I have been thinking, so please keep an open mind about this. I've decided to keep and use my maiden name after we are married."

Wow, he let go of my hands and I felt him tense up and then take a deep breath. Then he let it out and sighed and I felt his stomach and chest relax. He slowly turned around to look at and he had the start of a smile on his face.

"You almost had me there for a second, Beth. Please repeat what you just said, so I can watch the corners of your mouth turn up?" 

"No!" I replied, turning my back to him and folding my arms, like he does. 

He put his arms around my waist and nuzzled my neck with his cheek and he was giving me goose bumps. "What if I really meant it, would you let me?" I asked, reaching back and touching his face.




Elizabeth To Beth Ch. 02



"I wouldn't like it and that's a fact. I certainly wouldn't forbid you or issue an ultimatum with conditions attached if that's what you mean. That is no way to start a marriage and we are getting married. If you really meant it, and I do not believe that you do, I would marry you regardless, my Lady." He then started taking my hair out of my braid.

"Richard!"

"Stand still and stop squirming, little Lady." He said in the same quiet and commanding tone that he used earlier... and I complied, thinking about the handcuffs. Richard finished by smoothing my long hair, wavy from the braid over my shoulders and back with his strong-callused hands and I wanted to go down on him, right here in the kitchen. He then put his hands on my shoulders and gently turned me to face him, burying his hands in my long hair. My hair that I grew long for my future husband, the man who loved me and respected me, and now the man who forbid me to cut my hair without permission. 

"You knew about the snowstorm didn't you?" I asked, as he continued playing with my hair. 

"I was listening to the radio while you were making yourself taste delicious." He made a ponytail with my hair and then twisted it into a bun, holding it in place with his hand so that he could kiss my neck and nibble on my ears. "Would you please fix your hair in a bun before you shave me?" He asked letting go and allowing the bun drop into a sort of loose ponytail down my back. He then arranged my unbound hair over my shoulders, back and breasts. "Yes, waist length will be perfect for your hair, my lady. It shall be your crowning glory and a delight to my eyes."

"And a delight to your hands, lover." I was thinking, as he was arranging my tresses, and I so enjoy having my hair touched and fussed over, particularly when he washes and braids it for me, such a simple, yet intimate pleasure. Richard took my hand and we went upstairs to the bathroom to make him taste delicious. 

After we entered the bathroom we undressed and I gave him my hairbrush and asked him to brush my hair. My Sweetheart smiled and took the brush from me, and then he brushed my hair with a practiced hand, not tugging or pulling, and he patiently unraveled one small snarl expertly with his fingers.... it felt so good to have my hair brushed; make that erotic and intimate pleasure, watching him in the vanity mirror, brushing my hair.

"You have done this before haven't you?" He just smiled. "Then no doubt you know how to put it up in a bun as well. "When Linda made the comment about you working for her, she said it tongue in cheek."

"I thought you would never ask, Beth, wait a sec.

Richard went into our bedroom and returned with a medium padded mailing envelope that he removed from his bottom dresser drawer. He removed six packages of hairpins, each package containing 30 hairpins that were different from the ones I use. Because my hair is so thick and heavy, I have always used a traditional large black steel hairpins that here flat. These were just as long but wider and molded round in a brown tortoise shell plastic that would blend with my natural hair color. Apparently I wasn't the only one interested in accessorizing my significant other. 

Richard explained, "I'm sure that you will find that these hairpins will not only be gentler on your hair, you will also find that they hold better because of their shape and the color will blend in to be hardly noticeable." Richard twisted my hair up as before making a neat and tidy bun, tucking the ends underneath and pinning it in place with just eight hairpins. I generally use a dozen or more, plus an elastic hair tie to hold my ponytail and bun in place.

"May I ask you a question?"

"Of course Beth, that is what I your soon to be husband is for."

"Why didn't you use the elastic hair tie?"

"For now you don't need it, your bun is temporary, although I recommend that you use one at work and especially when your hair gets longer. I'm going to take a quick shower and then we can get started. Check out the envelope. There are other surprises for you inside."

While he was showering I removed my presents, two large and one-purse size natural bristle hairbrushes with stained and polished wood handles. I always wanted a quality natural bristle hairbrush but could not justify the price, now I had three of them. They were obviously expensive and they were very well made.... what thoughtful and intimate gifts.... I wondered when he bought them for me and I would certainly use them from now on and nothing else would do.... I would let him spoil me. When he got out of the tub, I just about jumped into his arms and I showered him with hugs and kisses. What a marvelous two days this had been and the best was yet to come... 



Elizabeth To Beth Ch. 03



April, 2012 

"Well Beth, I suppose we should get started," Richard sighed as he handed me the scissors while stepping naked onto the large bath towel I spread on the floor for him, "I'll have you know this kind of thing is new to me."

"It won't be so bad and it's new to me too. You are going to taste delicious. I love mine this way and the thought of you being smooth and hairless down there is so darn sexy. I can hardly wait to suck on your cock. I've always wanted to do this with the right man."

"Am I the right man?' He asked as I started snipping off the bulk of his thick blond pubic hair in preparation for the razor.

"You'll look like a male porn star when I'm done with you," I replied, teasing him. 

"The right man is a male porn star?" he teased back, "I just hope I can live up to your expectations." 

"The right man is you and so far so good. The perfect fantasy is you with a full thick head of hair. I might be open to you having a small ponytail one of these days when you retire. 

I fantasized about you having smooth hairless balls along with everything else down there for me to lick and suck on; especially now your awful mustache is gone. Don't you have any intimate kinks or fantasies to share with me? Be truthful now." 

"Don't be ridiculous!"

"Be careful what you say sweetheart, I'm holding scissors."

"I beg your pardon, Beth."

"You have a fetish for long hair," I suggested.

"Maybe."

"Not maybe, Richard, definitely." 

"OK, I'll concede a preference for long hair."

"Just long hair? It's just you and me sharing intimate thoughts. You might be surprised that I'm turned on by your fantasies.... there I'm done with the scissors. Get in the bathtub so I can lather and shave you."

And when he did Richard asked," It will remain between you and me, right?"

"Yes, intimate secrets between us."

"What about the Catholic thing of confession, specifically your cousin the Priest?" 

"No not even there or him," I assured him. "Do you want me to suggest what else I believe turns you on?" He didn't answer. "You like being in charge," as I continued to shave him.

"I'll concede that."

"Good, we are making progress. I enjoy letting you be in charge most of the time."

"I concede that too. You know your own mind Beth; I found that out at my own peril. I still have the bruises on my arms and shoulders where you cousins were holding me."

"You just needed to be pointed in the right direction, sweetheart."

"And thank goodness that you did."

"You fantasize having a subservient women at your beck and call."

"OK, you got me there, but that is pretty standard with most men and a lucky guess."

"There, you see we're talking."

"So we are, stop for a moment to kiss me my lady."

And when I kissed him, "I love you Elizabeth Susan Adamczyk." 

"I love you too, and If it will make you feel better, sweetheart, I never talked like this with anybody until now... until the right man came along," while applying more lather to shave him a second time and wanting to suck on his cock. 

"For a man who is not afraid of anything I can tell discussing such things is not easy for you and that is part of your charm, that plus you cuddle so nicely." 

"Don't forget the right woman to cuddle with," Richard added, touching my face lightly as I finished shaving him.

While I was rinsing him, "Admit it. Some small part of you enjoyed putting the handcuffs on me".

Richard didn't admit it as he toweled himself off in front of the mirror, however, I knew that he did. He rubbed his groin and balls giving me a weak smile. 

"It's one more thing to shave every morning while in the shower and if it pleases you my love, so much the better."

"It does and you didn't answer about the handcuffs."

"I'm still thinking about it."

"You're impossible."

"You're incredibly beautiful."

"Flattery will get you somewhere. Look, we're twins down here," I teased him as I rubbed some soothing unscented baby oil on his groin giving him a big erection. "Don't change the subject please.

I was angry afterward, Richard. I was angry because I was bound and helpless. I was angry because a part of me was aroused by it. I have lived most of my life as an independent woman unafraid to speak my mind. I'm not accustomed to being ordered about."

"Yes and you are speaking it now."

"Were you aroused by putting handcuffs on me?"

"Maybe."

"Oh, it's maybe now? Maybe is halfway there" I replied, putting my arms around Richard's neck and kissing his lips, "your cock is hard merely talking about it...."

I was thinking, 'Boy oh boy, Beth really has my number. That arouses Beth? What a nice surprise. What about silk scarves for a blindfold? Beth already lets me play with her hair.'

I put my arms around her waist and kissed Beth's luscious lips long and deep, "If you keep up this carnal interrogation I'm likely to confess everything." 

"Really, well if that's the case how do you feel about silk scarves, sweetheart?"

"Well, Beth, if you have some in your apartment maybe you'll find out................."

Beth went to her apartment and while she was gone I took the time to shave my face. Clean shaven means so much to her and if that is all it takes to be kissed by her, I'm sold. 

I smiled to myself as I was shaving thinking how much I love Beth; she is my earth angel. I have someone to share my life with again. I will gladly start attending church with Beth. I'm sure Father Stanislaus is going to insist on that.

Beth did get me good though the night of our engagement party and I deserved it. 

"Here they are," Beth said returning with three large silk shawl-scarves, " a red one, a blue one and a green one; I'm calling your bluff," she declared pinching my ass as I rinsed my face with cold water and patted it dry. 

Beth placed the scarves on the wicker clothes hamper and reached for my shaving balm. She poured some in her little hands, patting and rubbing it on my face, "Yum-yum, smooth as a baby's bottom but twice as handsome; thank you sweetheart." 

"I admit it. I enjoyed it, Beth."

"The shaving balm, the handcuffs or both?"

"The shaving balm. Shall we spice things up a bit my beautiful lady..................."

Richard took my hair out of the bun and brushed it before putting it up into a high ponytail on the top of my head, wrapping two elastic hair ties on the ponytail to hold it in place. 

"Perfect my love. It's out of the way of the blindfold and I have a nice ponytail to play with. We'll take things slow and I'll just blindfold you for now, yes the red one I think," he picked it up from the top of the wicker hamper, "close your eyes." "Aren't you going to use the handcuffs?" I asked as he tied the scarf snugly in place. 

"No beautiful not tonight. Since our shared fantasy is consensual I'll save that for when you least expect it," and he pulled me close to him and kissed my lips.

"I knew it," I said kissing him back, "this calls for a special reward, you're in for one humdinger of a blowjob."

"I want you to explore me with your imagination and sense of touch and taste and then I you."

I reached up and put my hands on his shoulders, leaning forward to kiss his mouth, kissing him long and deep, and my tongue caressing his.

My big sweetheart is a solid substantial man. I explored his head and face with my hands as we kissed, memorizing his features with my fingers starting to get aroused and still wanting to suck on his cock.

My fingers were in his short blond hair that was growing out nicely. It was starting to feel silky on the top. This is a nice contrast to the shorter hair on his sides that was bristly in places when I ran my fingers against the grain and I could feel his hard cock pressed up against me. 

'He's mine" I was thinking, ' truly and forever and I will dominate his cock with my lips and tongue so that he will know he is mine...what a wonderfully naughty thought. My mother would be scandalized that I would even think of having a man's cock in my mouth.............'

Beth took a step back stumbling and I caught her pulling her close to kiss her lips, "You are so incredibly beautiful that you take my breath away.

I can smell your musky woman smell enhanced by your perfume and it's driving me wild with desire for you."

I was thinking, 'I want you now, Beth, but I'm holding myself back because you have always been worth the wait starting from the first day we met.' 

"You're doing fine, baby, and I can never have too many of your warm hugs or luscious kisses......" 

Richard called me baby, and he's never called me that before. I like it.... his baby, my sweetheart....my big strong sweetheart.

I ran my hands down Richard's bare hard chest and felt the hard ropey muscles on his arms, back and chest. I started kissing and licking him, working my way down his hard chest and flat stomach caressing him with my hands until I was kneeling in front of him. 

I squeezed his firm ass and ran my little hands down his muscular legs. I then took his hands and kissed them. They are larger than mine, warm strong and callused. I'll never forget the embarrassed look on his face the day he lifted me up so effortlessly with his big strong hands and put me on the tractor seat; all part and parcel of his simple honest charm. 

Richard's cock is longer and thicker than Sean's, god bless him that disingenuous Symplocarpus foetidus. It was now standing at attention for me to lick and use as I please. I took it gently in my hands measuring the girth and length, burning the dimensions of my man's manhood into my memory while kissing his balls and licking the tip of his cock, teasingly. I love it shaved down there.

"It is your turn, baby" He said taking my little hands in his large ones and helping me to my feet. 

My sweetheart took my face in his hands and kissed my lips and mouth long and deep sighing with contentment. I know he loves me as I know the sun will shine each morning and set each night. 

Richard took his hands and stroked the back nape of my neck following the shape of my head and face while kissing my mouth again sighing with contentment. 

"You are a blessing baby, a second chance in a lifetime when some men never have one." 

He kissed my cheeks and ears and neck; behind my ears... every place I have never been kissed before and I was tingling all over thinking about all that I have been missing. Richard was kissing me as if I were the most precious thing in the cosmos. 

Richard worked his way down my neck and shoulders but lingered at the base of my throat by taking in the scent of my perfume I dabbed on for him in my apartment....the same that his wife once used. 

I was content to know I shared something in spirit with Bea besides him. Margret confided to me that Bea was a generous and giving woman well known in the community for her charitable works. 

She pretended not to see when my big sweetheart put the perfume bottle in his pocket on the day they cleaned out the closet. 

Richard intuitively sensed the significance of the perfume and I smiled to myself thinking "he notices all the little scents and details." 

I was absolutely dripping between my legs with the sweet juices of my arousal. His hands and fingers were everywhere touching probing lingering on my shoulders, on the small of my back; rubbing and teasing and squeezing my shorn flower and kissing and licking me in places I have never been touched before.

My sweetheart gradually worked his way down until he was on his knees, kissing and caressing and once there he stood up to study me and I was thinking, 'He is devouring me with his eyes like the first time he did in the bedroom after he caught me there...such wonderfully bold eyes looking at me. I can feel them if not see them.'

Richard took my hands and kissed them both. He then picked me up underneath my knees and cradled me as would a groom carrying a new bride over a threshold, the threshold of our bedroom...our bedroom and placed me gently on the bed. 

"You have beautiful breasts my surrogate wife. They are meant to be licked and touched and so I shall."

He lay down beside me and started licking and sucking on my breasts. I was caressing his head and face with my hands moaning and gasping with pleasure. 

I pushed my vagina up into his hand as he was stroking me as he parted my pussy lips to get to my sweet, swollen clitoris making me gasp and pant and moan all the louder.

"Richard, I want to come, I want you to kiss me...oh god that feels so good and I want to suck on your big cock."

He continued stroking my swollen clitoris while bringing me to the peak of orgasm and suddenly stopped.

"The best for last, baby. I want to taste your sweet and delicious shaved pussy," Richard went down on me licking and sucking and teasing while I lay there and thrusting my dripping wet, and in his mind sweet and delicious pussy into his face for him to lick harder........................... 

Beth's hands were above her head and in her hair and she was rolling her head to from side to side as the first orgasm washed over her and I was still not finished with her. 

I am the luckiest man in the world! I have a woman who enjoys sex as much as I do....and yet is such a prim and proper wonderfully independent and confident lady in her public life. The contrast of the two is a fantasy all by itself.

"My favorite dessert is my baby and you taste sweeter than the honey of the bee."

I rolled Beth over onto her stomach and then had her get up on her hands and knees; my dam was about to burst and now that my baby was satisfied. I rammed my hard cock into her still dripping pussy while holding onto Beth's hips and pounding her relentlessly, my balls slapping against her ass cheeks.........

I was thinking, "It's like I'm a filly mare being fucked by a stallion, wow, now there's a thought. My god it feels so good...I can feel his balls slapping against my pussy.' 

Richard's lustful thrusts increased in speed and in power as he reached forward to grab my ponytail. He twisted it around his hand and pulled my head back as he continued pounding me while holding me in place with my hair, the hair I grew long for my true love and future husband.

This heightened my arousal, holding onto my mane as he fucked me. I am so glad that my hair is long for him, for us and our shared imaginations and fantasies. 

I was bucking and panting and moaning in the troughs of honest sexual ecstasy as my second orgasm washed over me; it was much better than the first. I didn't have to hold back with him; Richard is not at all intimidated by my violent orgasms. On the other hand that skunk cabbage Sean expected me to just lie there quietly.

I could feel Richard's hot thick and rich stallion semen being pumped into my dripping and swollen ravaged cunt as he came. 

He was breathing in and out deeply while softly moaning. I was determined not to waste a single drop. I will lick his cock clean with my mouth when he rolls off and the hell with my mother's old fashioned ideas about sex and hurray for my imagination. 

Such was my orgasm that I rolled off of Beth onto my back to get my thoughts together and let the memory of that orgasm linger in my mind, daydreaming, "For such a proper public lady my baby is so hot, and if you'll excuse the expression a great fuck...Wow. 

Beth is so beautiful and sexy both ways that I can hardly stand it. I can hardly wait for tomorrow and our turkey dinner, a meal we will make together.......'

My after-orgasm daydream allowed Beth her opening to see if she could get me hard again to brand me with her mouth and tongue. 

With her blindfold still on, Beth started kissing my stomach, working her way down to my cock, licking and sucking on the tip as her silky brown ponytail fell forward tickling my chest and stomach............... 

Richard reached up and gathered my ponytail in his hand to keep it out of my mouth and he was instantly hard again and I was thinking..."He tastes delicious and he is mine now. His big cock belongs in my mouth as his tongue and lips belong in my pussy." 

Besides greatly enjoying oral sex after first experiencing it with Richard, I subscribe to the old adage that a wife who gives a dynamite blow job well into their marriage will always keep her man from straying, particularly if she loves him and swallows. 

My Mom who I loved dearly was such a prude about those things. She and Dad slept in separate beds in the same room for as long as I can remember. Richard slept in the same bed with his wife most of his adult life and now has me to cuddle with. 

Margaret adored her late husband and what better way to stroke a man's ego than to swallow; that was Margaret's motto, my fellow conspirator, God bless her. 

Margaret's other saying is "any man worth his weight in salt will please his wife first". I'd bet a years' salary that Margaret was a hot number in her day. 

Richard is certainly worth his weight in salt. He plays his tongue and lips in my pussy Stradivarius; his lips and tongue are the bow bringing out the orgasmic melodies of nirvana and Shangri-La. 

I'm going suck cock and get a fresh load of his rich, creamy semen squirted into my mouth just like whipped cream 

I have been doing that since I was a little girl much to my mother's indignant displeasure, squirting the whipped cream that comes in a pressurized can into my mouth, one of life's simple but naughty pleasures........................

I was trying to hold back and prolong this marvelous blowjob but the first clear pre-cum escaped despite my best efforts. The blindfold was starting to slide down so I took it off of her. 

Beth stopped and looked at me smiling and licking her lips and sticking her tongue out to tease me, "You're mine my surrogate, husband; be a good boy and let me finish branding you as mine." 

I took Beth's hair out of the ponytail letting it drop onto my stomach and chest like a silky brown waterfall. When she went down on me again, licking and sucking. I pulled Beth's tresses forward from the back and arranged it to cover my chest...... 

Richard's hands were buried in my hair to holding me in place when his orgasm washed over him. He filled my mouth with gobs of his thick, creamy semen and I savored every bit before marveling at the rich complex taste, swallowing every bit while wishing for more thinking, "His seed tastes so complex. It's hard to describe...hmm... a little salty, a little sweet, but creamy and rich; definitely hints of testosterone, but mostly it tastes like my man.......'

I put my arms above my head stretching and smiling while Beth scooted up and knelt over me while straddling my hips with her knees. 

Beth threw her head back to arrange most of her hair over her back and shoulders while letting some of the front fall forward for her hazel eyes to do a peek-a-boo through, making me think, 'Peek-a-boo-eyes, you are spoiling me already for there is almost nothing like a humdinger blowjob and you did it so nicely. It is so comforting to have someone to sleep with again; someone beautiful and smart and you're mine now..... My surrogate wife until our future wedding vows.'

"Well what do you think?" Beth asked.

"I think you're sexy as hell peek-a-boo eyes."

"Is that all?" Beth asked shaking her head, her hair bouncing about her back and shoulders.

"You're a good kisser."

"Just a good kisser?"

"Your lips are sweet and intoxicating, baby."

"Much better. I'm going to put on my nightgown and make us some hot chocolate since you insist on sleeping with the window open. We can drink it up here and cuddle before bedtime. We have a lot to do tomorrow. Won't that be nice, sweetheart?"

"Great idea, thank you."

"Here is another great idea. I want you to braid my hair. A simple three-strand braid will do."




Elizabeth To Beth Ch. 03



"Yes, Ma'am.........."

The storm hit us full force overnight. Richard was up before me and outside with the tractor plowing the driveway while I made us breakfast.

Richard came in covered in snow from head to foot like a snowman. I met him outside of the mudroom door with a steaming cup of strong black coffee after he shed his wet cloths.

I was thinking, 'we definitely need some new rubber mats for out boots and shoes.... I'd like to paint this room a bright yellow to brighten it up a bit....oh yes new curtains and white lace sheers on the widows....green curtains over the lace sheers will look nice' These thoughts made me smile because this was my house now and I'm sure he'd let me paint or do almost anything I wanted within reason so I kissed his cold cheek. 

"Beth, what did one snowman say to the other snowman?" 

"I don't know, what did he say?"

"Do you smell carrots?" What a funny, silly thing to say; he had me laughing. This was the first joke I heard my sweetheart tell so I kissed his lips and ruffled his hair, flattened from his knit watch cap hat.

"Wow, what a sunny smile on a cold winter morning. Is that all I get?" he asked tugging on my braid.

"Of course not, I'll make you bacon and eggs."

"How about a hug and then another kiss with your intoxicating lips?"

"Close the door first; you're letting all the heat out. Do you think money grows on trees?"

"You sound exactly like a wife when you talk like that," Richard put his coffee cup on the counter to hug me and gave my ass a playful slap "Would you mind running upstairs and getting my slippers; my feet are cold. And oh yes my pipe and tobacco. How did that sound?"

"You sound like a typical husband," I put my arms around my big sweetheart's neck and kissed his lips," You don't smoke, remember. You don't own a pair of slippers and you already put on dry wool socks and sneakers."

"Oh yes, since that's the case let's have breakfast and afterward I'll help you prepare our Christmas dinner....." 

We played Christmas music singing along as we bustled about the kitchen, lighthearted and happy, chopping this and mixing that; preparing our meal together. It had been far too long for me while it was Beth's first time; my first time with her. We were lovers...we were partners...we were soon to be married. 

Christmas presents weren't necessary we had each other and we celebrated our holiday with intimate touches, hugs and kisses. 

I was taking our special turkey out of the oven when the doorbell rang and Beth left to answer it.

'Who can that possibly be in this weather?' I was thinking, 'If I hadn't taken the time off work one of those idiots would be me. Other than necessary services such as the Police or emergencies only a nut case would be out now with the roads closed down.'

"Sweetheart," Beth called from the front door, "there's somebody here to see you."

I put the turkey pan on the stove lifting the cover to admire our carefully basted and wonderfully browned bird. I went to the front door not bothering to take off the oven mitts. Beth was standing by the closed front door. She put her arms around my neck and kissed my lips, "I love you," she cooed, walking away smiling. 

I opened the door....there was nobody there. It was still snowing so hard you couldn't see three feet in any direction.

I turned on the porch to face the open door and hollered inside, "Beth there's....."Somebody grabbed me from behind and pulled me right off the porch into the snow. Did you ever try and make a fist wearing oven mitts?

Caught by surprise whoever it was managed to get me in a wrist lock and up on my toes....damn that hurt. 

"Good afternoon, my son. It's colder than the devil's heart out here."

"Father Stanislaus. What are you doing out in weather like this?"

"I'm here to see my favorite cousin and talk to you. You gave me quite the black eye. I arranged for someone to cover for me for the next two weeks. I'm taking my vacation early," he increased the pressure on my wrist.

"You can let go now Father; you've made your point."

"And if I don't? What are you going to do about it? It's a grave sin to strike a Catholic priest."

"Then it's a good thing I'm not Catholic," I smiled thinking, 'damn, I really like this guy. Reverend Fisher is a good man although he is a bit stiff, tight-assed and pious. He isn't the kind of guy you could have a beer with or tell a bawdy joke to.'

"Exactly to the point. That's one of the things I'm here to talk to you about," he said, letting go of my wrist, "And Stanley will do. I'll not stand on formalities with someone who will soon be family and this is a social visit. 

Do you have any good Irish whiskey about? It's freezing out here......"

"So let me get this straight, Richard, it was your idea to have Christmas now?" Stanley asked my big sweetheart.

"Yea, and if I wasn't so stubborn and told Beth that I loved her we would have had Christmas on Christmas."

"You aren't the only one who is stubborn," my cousin Stanley said taking a sip of water and looking right at me. "You two couldn't wait until the upcoming Christmas?"

"Why should we?" Richard answered, "If we had you wouldn't be partaking in this fine kosher turkey you are enjoying now."

"Kosher?" Stanley replied putting his fork down, and when I explained how and where we got it he started laughing.

"Well Margaret did tell me your fiancé marched to his own drum," followed by making motions with his hand over his plate and saying something in Latin, "There now the turkey on my plate is New Testament," Stanley said solemnly taking a bite. We both burst out laughing

"Let me in on the joke," Richard said looking puzzled. 

This got me laughing all over again, "Sweetheart, Stanley is kidding. He can't really do that. His church and the local Synagogue are adjacent to each other. They also share a parking lot, 2/3's of which is owned by the Synagogue. 

The Parish owns the field. Stanley and Rabbi Ginsberg got together when Stanley took over the parish. The Parish built a large recreation hall and party house there for weddings and such. 

Stanley rent's the hall out to them for a dollar per event in consideration for the parking for one dollar a week."

"That sounds very reasonable. Neighbors should look out for one another." 

"Please pass the dressing? Elizabeth," Stanley asked and when I did, "have you set the date for the wedding yet?"

"We're thinking September or early October when the fall colors are in full display."

"Marvelous, please pass the gravy. You need to get your pre-marriage classes out the way. I'll come here to give them to you if you like."

"I hardly think I need classes on how to be married, Stanley," Richard announced," I was married for over twenty years and have first hand on the job training." 

"I'll concede to that; however the Church prefers that you both do and I'll keep them as informal as possible. The next subject is your Catechism Classes, Richard. Elizabeth can take them with you as a refresher course."

"Fine, whatever it takes."

"I must say you are being reasonable about it, Ricky. I really thought I'd get more resistance from you."

"Why shouldn't I be reasonable, Pal? It's not like you're a stiff necked pious Papist with a stick up his ass; besides you can take a punch. I respect that. I do have one small request though."

"Done, what is it?"

"Will you grant me absolution to avoid eternal damnation in the fires of hell for knocking you ass over teakettle? You can wave a drumstick over my head and say something in Latin."

"Only in consideration for a rematch, man-to-man. Do you play chess?"

"I can hold my own. I learned it from Tom working the midnight shift when the jail is totally locked down."

"Good because you are stuck with me for the next few days or until the weather clears....."

It was spring before we knew it. Beth and I were outside working in the yard and as always she delights in watching the buds bloom of the first flowers of spring; starting with the purple, white and pink crocuses peeking up through the snow followed by the bright red tulips and our favorite's, the yellow daffodils........

Our flower beds are magnificent, bursting in glorious color as the grass is taking on its rich green color. 

I threw a lower bearing in my engine and because of the high mileage and the transmission starting to slip; repairing both would be throwing good money after bad. 

Richard suggested I buy a new vehicle and taking his advice I decided on a small pickup truck.

We went to the library to do our research going on line for prices and such. I decided on a Toyota Tacoma 2-wheel drive, four cylinder standard shift. I did my homework down to the penny and arranged for a pre-approved loan with affordable payments. 

Richard knew the advertising salesperson at the local paper and made a telephone call to her. 

We would know about any specials before they were printed and distributed for sale and that is exactly what we did. We went to the dealer a half hour before it opened and waited by my soon to be new truck.........

Beth was magnificently hardnosed but civil for the most part. I honestly never had so much fun at a car dealership before. I let her do almost all the talking. Beth dressed as she dresses for work, conservatively and professionally, and with her hair pinned up. Actually Beth looked like an attorney with the leather portfolio she brought with her for her paperwork.

She ran the young car salesman ragged with frustration by getting the sales manger on the floor several times and then afraid to come out of his office, catching them both in several....shall we say misstatements.

Actually the young car salesman, Bob was his name, and no more than nineteen or twenty pissed Beth off two minutes upon greeting us in the parking lot. It went downhill for him from that point on. 

"Good morning, Sir. Are you interested in buying a truck today?" 

"Good morning, young man. I'm Richard Adams," I replied, shaking his hand. My lady is interested in this truck," I patted the hood, "He's all yours, Elizabeth," and then I stood back to watch.

"Well, she really doesn't want this truck, Richard; its bare bones with no amenities such as courtesy mirrors in the visors or nice upholstery. It has a standard transmission while this truck over here....."

My lady interrupted. Beth's hands were on her hips and she gave her head a little toss. I could see the flash of anger in her eyes; this young man was in for it. 

"Excuse me junior, I'm standing right here. Didn't your mother teach you any manners? Do you want to make a sale today or not? Am I wasting my time with you? Shall I deal directly with the sales manager and save us both the trouble?"

"But ma'am we just got it in this morning. It isn't even priced yet."

"Nonsense! The invoice sticker is on the window. It's exactly what I want."

"Can you drive a standard, Mrs. Adams?" Beth looked at me and we both smiled inwardly, thinking, 'Junior thinks we're married.' 

"Yes, I can drive a standard. Can you give birth?" 

It was all I could do to keep from laughing when he looked at me for support. I held my hands up in the air palms out and shook my head in surrender. 

"No, ma'am, I can't."

"I didn't think so. Perhaps you are remembering your manners. Let's dispense with all the foolish questions and assumptions about each other and get serious. 

Here is the advertising flyer from the paper. I'm willing to pay the advertised price minus fifteen hundred dollars trade in for mine. 

It says right here, drive it in or tow it. Your trade is worth fifteen hundred dollars on any new vehicle."

"We can't do that if the truck is on sale, we'll lose money."

"You can and you won't lose money. The paper specifically states any new vehicle. There are no exclusions or disclaimers anywhere in print. It can't be already sold because this is the first day and first 5 minutes of the sale. Didn't you say it came in this morning?"

"Well if you'll step inside to my office, I'm sure we can reach some arrangement. If the monthly payments are a problem I can put you into a nice lease."

"If frogs had wings they wouldn't bump their bottoms every time they jump. I believe we had already covered the subject of assumptions."

"But if I know how much you can afford to pay per month, it will help me put you in the right vehicle, Elizabeth."

"This is not a social call young man. Ma'am or Ms. will do. I'm here to get the best price. You are here to make money for your boss. I won't be financing through this dealership; I will be paying cash. There is one more thing."

"Yes, Mrs. Adams."

"Much better, Mrs. Adams has a nice ring to it. Please insure that there is plenty of fresh coffee available during our negotiations..."

For the next two hours the sales manager came up with every excuse in the world. Beth countered them all with facts, starting with the sales manager's contention the newspaper misprinted the price and it was out of their hands.

Beth countered with; that's not my problem it's yours. There are several court cases ruling in the buyer's favor for just this occasion and the remedies involved. I've printed them out for your convenience if you would like to read them."

"But ma'am, you have to understand my position," the sales manager said squirming. 

"Fine as long as you understand mine. I'm aware of the dealer holdback from Toyota but not the actual percent allowed to you. If that mentioned profit is not enough the newspaper can give you free advertising to make up the difference. 

What a shame the newspaper did that to you; how embarrassing. I'm sure you are not engaging in the old bait and switch and then blaming the newspaper. 

You are such nice people here. Before I forget, I have copies of court decisions on that subject. The outcome is not pretty."

"Surely you are not suggesting we are doing that now?"

"I'll tell you what. You are such nice people I don't doubt you at all. There are four people right here who know it's the newspaper's mistake. The four of us will drive down there to straighten things out. I'm sure between the four of us we can work something out."

"That won't be necessary, Ma'am."

"Please, I insist on it. Richard has a camcorder in his truck. We'll take it along with us and record the whole thing; turn the tables on them for a change and see how they like it; make it an exercise in our First Amendment Rights....."

To make a long story short Beth purchased a different truck, a dark green one in the next trim level; bucket seats, a better stereo system and air conditioning at her price and below budget saving the equivalent of two car payments to put down on the principle. 

Beth even negotiated a spray in truck bed liner and deluxe floor mats. Of course the dealership made a profit. Not as much as they liked but a small profit nonetheless. All I did was drink coffee, eat the complimentary donuts and watch the show.........

"Well, what do you think of my negotiating skills sweetheart?" I asked as we walked towards his truck. 

"I think they are glad to see us leave, well, you anyway," and I gave him a pinch on the ass. "Manners, sweetheart, manners," I warned sternly and then smiling and laughing.

"Ouch, don't take it out on me, Mrs. Adams. Did you see the look on their faces when you wrote the check and they realized we aren't married?" Richard stopped walking and grabbed me, pulling me close to kiss my lips. 

"You did well, baby. I'm impressed and proud of you. It's a beautiful spring day. Let's buy a couple bottles of wine, some fresh fruit and a couple of submarine sandwiches to celebrate your masterful negotiating skills with a picnic......."

We made our purchases and went home to change into comfortable clothing suitable for the weather. I put everything into my old backpack-book bag from college while Richard carried the canvas tarps and blankets. 

We hiked out to the swimming hole at the creek and spread our tarp and blankets down. It wasn't a big creek as far as they go. It had many twists and turns for miles and miles along its bed and stony bottom; the water is clear and fresh.

"As you can see, Beth, the water is high and fast moving now because of the spring rain and melting snow. It will slow down during the summer. 

I built a wood and earth damn over there and then dug a temporary channel to divert the water during construction. This natural pool is one of the deepest spots in Spring Creek, hence the name being spring fed.

Here is one of the concrete spillways and look this is the lever and crank to raise or lower the steel plate to adjust the water flow. The other spillway is over there. They have been up since Bea died. 

The swimming pool is about 6 feet deep on the average, 10 feet across or so and approximately 50 feet long between the spill ways. I put some big boulders in to sit on to rest or whatever. 

I walked and fished this creek as a boy; swam and cooled off during the summer. I found this deep section then by chance. It was one of the main reasons I bought the property from Tom McMillan. 

He caught me swimming here when I was ten and tanned my hide......" 

I knew this story, Margaret told me in great detail and this is the short version:

Tom McMillan brought Richard back to her several times with a sore bottom to no avail. Richard defiantly returned to swim when the weather was hot. 

Tom told Margaret, "Either that boy is the bravest son-of- a-gun I ever laid my eyes on or is just plain crazy. I put the belt to him half a dozen times and he didn't utter a sound. Afterward the boy merely looked defiantly at me and smiled. I may as well hit a fence post for all the good it did me. 

I had to chase him down every time, most times right through the creek bed. You got your hands full with that one, Margaret." 

Margaret said that was the only thing Richard ever disobeyed her about. They finally put their heads together and she and Tom came up with a solution; Tom gave Richard a part-time job working on the farm during the summer months and let him swim in the creek under his watchful eye sometimes joining him.

Richard continued working for him during the summers and then after school. Tom worked him hard, paying him a man's wage and gradually increased his responsibilities. 

Tom was also a Correction Officer and confirmed bachelor working the midnight shift and farming during the day. Margaret said Tom was a ladies' man and loved the women. 

He kept trying to fix Richard up to gain experience with women, saying, "You're never too young to start. There's the marrying kind like Beatrice, and then the ones to have a good time with. Remember to be polite and respectful. Just because they put out and want to have a good time doesn't necessarily make them bad girls." 

Richard refused to budge. Bea was his one and only; talk about loyalty and not straying by giving in to his raging hormones. 

Nevertheless Tom encouraged my sweetheart to take the Correction Officer Job for the benefits and Richard almost didn't because he had to cut off his ponytail...talk about stubborn. 

Thank God he did or I would never have met him. Margaret told me these things the night I slapped my love's face and I left crying to go see her.

".........Go figure, Beth, Tom tanned my hide and boy was he fast in those days. He gave me a job picking up stones and such before letting me work with his cows. 

He taught me carpentry, wiring and plumbing; how to make a living with my hands. He taught me how to play chess; one of these days I'm going to beat Stanley. Tom wanted me to take over the farm after he retired. I'm not cut out to be a farmer, Beth.

Tom retired from State Service and moved to California where the babes are; his words not mine. He sold me the property with the understanding that I maintain the family cemetery and to see that he is buried there when his time comes."




Elizabeth To Beth Ch. 03



We took a walk around the outside perimeter of the property and Richard showed me where all the surveyor's stakes and small boulders were marking the corner's. He took me to the small cemetery and finally back to the pool by the creek.

"I now have a reason to use the swimming hole my love. That reason is you, Beth. It's our pool now. Do you know how to swim?" He asked helping me sit on the blanket. 

"Of course I can swim," he laid down next to me putting his head in my lap. I rubbed his face to relax him and played with his hair. It was almost long enough and quite silky now. Linda was cutting it and styling it the way I wanted it, much like I was growing out mine for him.

For all his stubbornness in some things, Richard can be so reasonable in others; this for example. "We can use some new rubber mats for the mudroom," I said, rubbing his face and he closed his eyes and sighed.

"Fine with me, Beth." 

"I'd like to paint the mudroom a bright yellow and get new curtains and sheers."

"OK, I'll put down a new vinyl floor before I paint. The old one is starting to crack and lift by the outside door.....oh baby that feels good."

"Yes I noticed that myself and while we are on the subject I'm thinking about getting my nipples pierced."

He came up of my lap like a jack-in-the-box with a shocked look on his handsome face, "Like hell you are! You're smiling; you're kidding right?"

"Lie back down and relax. Of course I'm kidding," thinking, 'I can be such a bitch. That's the last thing in the world I'd do; that or a tattoo. They are fine for some people but not for me." 

"What if I really wanted too; would you forbid me?"

"Elizabeth Susan, I wouldn't like that at all."

"I'd never do that, sweetheart. I'm just teasing."

It was the way Richard said Elizabeth Susan. The firm tone and unyielding inflection in his voice said "I absolutely forbid it" without him saying it. I've teased him enough for today and although I was excited about my new truck which will be ready next week, I'm looking forward to when its warm enough to come here to swim here with him. 

"Why don't you uncork the bottle of Riesling while I get our meal ready," I said kissing my hands and rubbing them gently all over his face and then vigorously through his thick blonde hair. 

We had a leisurely meal and drank the entire bottle of wine. We then lay down on our backs to watch the clouds drift by and became a little silly by looking for shapes in the clouds and naming them, dog, cat, rabbit, etc... laughing, hugging and kissing. We were like teenagers again.

It's so nice to get a little silly and intimate with someone you love. 

It was dark when we finally got home. I wanted to go out and get an ice cream cone, Richard had other ideas.

He surprised me as I came out of the bathroom, spinning me around followed by snap-click, snap-click both wrists behind my back and handcuffed together...

The end of Chapter 3.



Elizabeth To Beth Ch. 04



"Am I your captive? Are you going to have your way with me?" I asked tugging against the handcuffs "I thought we had a date for ice cream?" 

Richard's hands were around my waist as he gently pulled me to him to nuzzle his face against mine. 

I felt his warm breath tickle my face and listened to his heart beating in his chest as he hugged me. This always makes me tingle all over because Richard loves me and I love him with a passion deeper than the seven seas. 

I felt my man's hard cock pressed up against my ass and the ensuing moistness of arousal between my legs. 

"I'm in the mood for both, Beth" he replied, kissing my cheek and blowing on my neck behind my ears "Ice cream is the perfect opportunity to taste your strawberry and chocolate enhanced kisses." 

"Are you open for further negotiations, sweetheart?" I asked, adoring the playful back and forth. 

Our private, sometimes silly banter comes so naturally to us; naturally as when we dance about the kitchen while doing dishes to soft music on the radio. I can't remember the last time we ran the dishwasher. Richard's friends and colleagues see him as responsible and reliable; a force to reckon with; never silly; he's only silly with me. 

"I am baby. What do you wish to negotiate?" he asked. 

"I propose we go for ice cream first. I'll change into an old dress that I don't care about...if you know what I mean. 

"Hot stuff" Richard replied kissing my cheek and whispering "rip, tear, ravish; don't forget mad passionate love making. 

We will finish our evening by cuddling until we fall asleep. We will sleep in late the next morning if you wish. I love you Beth, more than our fields of yellow daffodils." 

"I love you too. I love you more than roasted walnuts and apple cider" being assured in my heart of hearts he is mine forever. 

"What about ice cream, Beth" he asked rubbing my taut tummy "do you love me more than ice cream?" 

"Well, chocolate or strawberry ice cream is a hard act to follow sweetheart" I replied teasingly. 

"That's not an answer, Elizabeth Susan; yes or no; do you love me more than ice cream?" 

"Kiss me, sweetheart. I need to taste you. We haven't kissed in almost an hour" I continued teasingly. 

I turned to face him and Richard took my face in his hands to kiss me long and deep, our lips lingering before I put my head against his chest.

"Well?" He asked.

"What were we talking about, sweetheart?" I asked innocently. 

"Ice cream, so please answer the question." 

"Do you want my answer now? Can't it wait until we have ice cream so that I have something to compare you with?" 

"No it can't wait. I'll not play second fiddle to a frozen dairy confection."

"I love you more than chocolate ice cream!"

"Good answer...what about strawberry ice cream?"

"I'm thinking..."

"Beth, you do realize I might forget where I put the handcuff keys. Coincidently I might not remember where I misplaced them until tomorrow morning." 

"They're in your pocket."

"My pocket might suddenly develop a small black hole vortex and the keys will be sucked into another dimension never to be found again." 

"Oh... Well then, if that's the case, I definitely love you more than strawberry ice cream."

"Thank goodness, I was starting to develop a complex. The black hole just collapsed upon itself." 

"Let me surprise you sweetheart; I promise you'll like what I'm thinking because I know what you're thinking; you can't hide those erotic thoughts from me." 

I absolutely know what my sweetheart Richard is thinking; he loves me and will forsake all others and everything he owns to make me happy. He says it with his eyes, always. He is so incredibly gentle with me. 

My surrogate husband doesn't hesitate to tell me out loud that he loves me and I him. We may as well be married. 

We will be married in September with our reception held under our black walnut trees. 

My big sweetheart shows me his love in all the little things such as a gentle touch as he passes; a hug or merely a glance and a smile.

One thing of many I find most endearing about my love is when Richard takes my small hands in his large callused ones and kisses them...he smiles and waits for me to kiss his lips. 

"What a marvelous negotiator you are, baby" said Richard removing the handcuffs "I'll be waiting for you in the truck..." 

Richard was listening to a Rock & Roll radio station with the inside cab nice and warm for me that chilly evening. 

He jumped out of the truck to greet me by the passenger door to kiss my hands. He then picked me up and spun me around laughing "I love you Elizabeth Susan!"

When Richard gently put me down I put my arms around his neck to kiss his lips before he opened the door to help me in. 

I messed up his thick blonde hair and said, "I love you more than strawberry or chocolate ice cream" and I kissed him again before he closed my door. 

As he got in the truck next to me, "Do you like?" I asked shaking my head from side to side for my long brown ponytail to flounce about my shoulders and back. 

My ponytail was tied with a bright yellow ribbon and my love nodded and smiled as we pulled out of the driveway onto the County Road 69. 

About 2 miles from home, Richard pulled over along side of the road. He jumped out of the truck like a scorched cat that got too close to the fireplace and lifted the hood as if something was terribly wrong with the engine. 

After several seconds of listening to his muffled cursing and swearing; his head under the hood and he completely out of my sight, I got out too see what was wrong. Richard caught me completely by surprise. 

Before I could think he quickly snapped the handcuffs back in place only this time my hands were secured in the front. 

"I thought we negotiated ice cream first!" I exclaimed.

"We are going to get ice cream first, Beth my love" he calmly explained while removing my red silk shawl/scarf I had around my neck for a splash of color and tying it over my eyes like a blindfold; he kissed my lips "Shall we continue?" he asked, giving me an out. 

"Yes Sir" I replied in my meekest voice, going along with the erotic game, "I want to suck on your cock, Sir" I teased pursing my lips for Richard to kiss and he did. 

"Now you're talking baby; what a convincing little actress you are and you'll get your chance to come if you please me. Our erotic fantasy officially begins. You may not speak without permission and we'll see from there..." 

My mind was racing as we drove to get our ice cream. I was squirming in my seat imagining all the different naughty scenarios that might occur to me this evening. 

Richard had secured my arms with the seat belt and shoulder harness in such a way to make it almost impossible to lift my hands and shift my blindfold. I couldn't see where he was taking me. 

When we finally stopped it seemed Richard was gone forever. I wondered if anyone we know noticed me sitting in the parking lot alone. 

Would they stop to talk to me? Granted this was only a harmless game and I love and trust Richard implicitly. 

But how will I explain it? What if Margaret sees me sitting here like this, God forbid; that would be so embarrassing even though I'm grown adult. What have I gotten myself into?

Although somewhat apprehensive, I was aroused at the prospect of being discovered as I tugged to get my hands free to get a peek of where we were. It was no use; Richard knew exactly what he was doing. 

This is what I get for encouraging my love to use his imagination and suggesting that I might enjoy such things...

When we finally arrived home Richard got out of the truck and said "I'll be back for you shortly. I want everything to be perfect" he left me handcuffed and seat-buckled it place wondering what he meant by "perfect". 

True to his word, his word being everything to him aside from me, Richard helped me out of the truck and escorted me still handcuffed and blindfold into the house via the front door where we stopped in the foyer. 

He kissed my lips lightly and said "remember no talking".

While I waited I pushed off my shoes with my feet. I soon felt something cold pressed up against my cheek followed by his fingers with something cold and creamy parting my lips...chocolate ice cream. 

I accepted the creamy goodness hungrily, licking and sucking it off his fingers; followed by his kisses, our tongues intertwining and caressing; tasting our strawberry and chocolate ice cream with more yet to come. 

My big strong sweetheart did promise we'd have our ice cream first and my lover tasted chocolaty-strawberry delicious. 

I felt his powerful hands on my shoulders before they shifted to the collar of my white cotton dress; making me gasp as he ripped the material from my throat to the bottom of my hips as if my dress were made of tissue paper. 

I was wearing nothing underneath and although I couldn't see through my blindfold, I'm sure he was smiling "What a naughty girl you are, Beth" he remarked as he finished destroying my dress and leaving me completely naked and at his mercy. 

"Goodness gracious; look how hard and swollen your nipples are...the better to lick them my dear... But first." 

Richard removed my handcuffs from the front and relocked them, this time my arms were behind my back. 

"Let me see; first chocolate and then strawberry" he said contemplating making me wait until I felt a silky coldness as he painted my areola and nipples; I was squeezing my legs together moaning with pleasure as he licked and sucked the ice cream off... desperate to taste his lips. 

"You're one hot little bitch, Beth. Say it or I won't let you come."

"I'm a hot little bitch, Sir" I repeated "and I'm so fucking horny; please Sir, I want to come now!" I pleaded and meaning every word as I pulled against the handcuffs. 

"All in good time" he said removing my blindfold and then completely undressing. 

Richard closed his eyes and gathered up my ponytail twisting it up into a loose bun and then let it drop down. 

He then traced the length down with his fingers touching the blunt cut bottom to memorize where it ended on what he describes as my curvaceous body. 

He took my face in his hands and kissed my mouth long and deep for a second time; our tongues entwined and we both sighed with contentment. 

He put his hands at the back of my nape and let his fingers follow the shape of my head and face while kissing my mouth long and deep...how I crave his passion laden kisses of love. 

He kissed my forehead, my cheeks; my ears and neck; behind my ears... everywhere and I was tingling all over thinking about of all that I had been missing until I finally made him mine. My sweetheart was kissing me as if I were the most precious thing in the cosmos and his mouth was a erotic black hole intent on consuming me. 

Richard worked his way down my neck and shoulders kissing and lightly licking but lingered at the base of my throat by taking in the scent of my perfume. I intuitively sensed what he was doing and smiled to myself thinking 'he notices all the little details.' I was absolutely dripping with my sweet juices of arousal.

Richard's hands and fingers were everywhere touching probing lingering on my shoulders, on the small of my back; my ass, rubbing and teasing and squeezing with his hands. Richard's lips and mouth were kissing and licking me in places I have never been kissed or licked before.

Richard gradually worked his way down until he was on his knees, kissing and caressing before he stood up to study me with his bold yet kind eyes, I was thinking 'I can't see through my blindfold but he is devouring me with his eyes...such wonderfully loving eyes looking at me.' 

Richard smiled and removed the handcuffs. He took my hands and kissed them both. He then picked me up as would a groom carrying a new bride over a threshold upstairs to our bedroom and put me gently on our bed saying "The blindfold stays on for now, you hot little bitch." 

Richard went into the hallway to get the small cooler. He took a single rose from it and held it underneath my nose for me to smell. He then slowly caressed my face and neck working his way to my breasts stroking my nipples with the flower, sending shivers of pleasure up and down my spine. 

I could hardly contain myself, I wanted to orgasm so, so, bad that I could hardly stand it...I was damn near panting such was my arousal. 

"You have beautiful breasts my love and they were meant to be licked and touched and so I shall."

Richard lay down beside me and started licking and sucking on my breasts while I was caressing his head and face my hands moaning and gasping with pleasure. 

I was pushing my cunt into his hand as he was stroking me, as he parted my pussy lips to get at my sweet, swollen clitoris making me gasp and pant and moan louder.

"Please Richard, I want to come, I want you to kiss me...oh god that feels so good and I want to suck on your big cock."

Richard shifted to get up to kiss my lips long and deep before he reached again into the small cooler to the strawberry ice cream and using his two fingers put a generous dollop into his mouth. 

He then pushed it up against his lips up to mine and pushed the ice cream into my mouth to taste. 

I returned his strawberry ice cream kisses while licking the spilt creaminess from our lips and faces. 

Richard continued stroking my swollen clitoris. I was thinking about sucking on his big cock as Richard brought me to the peak of orgasm and stopped. 

Richard put a dollop of cold ice cream on my bald pussy and went down on me, licking and sucking and teasing while I lay there squirming and thrusting my dripping wet strawberry delicious pussy into his face for him to lick harder. 

My hands were above my head and in my hair and I was rolling my head to from side to side moaning and practically screaming as my first orgasm washed over me and yet he was still not finished with me. 

"My favorite dessert is my Beth and she tastes sweeter than the finest strawberry ice cream anywhere in the world."

Richard rolled me over onto my stomach and then had me get up on my hands and knees; his dam was about to burst and now that I was satisfied...he rammed his rock hard cock into my still dripping pussy while holding onto my hips. He pounded me relentlessly his balls slapping against me as he fucked me hard. 

I was getting aroused a second time, another orgasm was starting to build and I was thinking

'It's like I'm the filly mare being fucked by that stallion we saw last Wednesday evening, wow, now there is a thought, but my god it feels so good and'... 

Richard's lustful thrusts increased in speed and in power as he reached forward to grab my ponytail. He twisted my ponytail around his hand and pulled my head back as he continued pounding me while holding me in place with my hair which only heightened my arousal as he fucked me. I'm so glad that my hair is long for him. 

Blindfolded, I was bucking and panting and moaning as my second orgasm washed over me; it was better than the first. 

I could feel his hot thick and rich stallion semen being pumped into my dripping and swollen ravaged cunt as he came. 

Richard was breathing in and out deeply while softly moaning. I was determined not to waste a single drop. I would lick his cock clean with my mouth when he rolled off.

Such was Richard's orgasm that he rolled off of me onto his back to get his thoughts together before speaking. 

"For such a proper public lady Beth, you're so damn hot and if you'll excuse the expression a great fuck...wow. You're so beautiful and sexy both ways that I can hardly stand it.

I never expected you to go along with this; let alone not wearing a bra and panties underneath your dress" and he lay there with his eyes closed. 

Richard's after-orgasm daydream allowed me the opening to see if I could get him hard again to brand him with my mouth and tongue. 

After removing the blindfold, I put a dollop of strawberry ice cream on his stomach and started licking and kissing, working my way down to his cock and started licking and sucking on the tip, adding ice cream as needed. 

Richard reached up and gathered up my ponytail and then twisted it up in a bun as I knew he would to keep it out of my mouth and he was instantly hard again. 

I was thinking 'He tastes delicious and he belongs to me now. If I do say so myself I'm not doing badly for my first time acting out our fantasy and it's not like we got caught; his big cock belongs in my mouth as his tongue belongs in my pussy'.

I mentally hugged myself with these new thoughts as I continued licking and sucking. 

It is Margaret's contention that a wife who gives a dynamite blow will always keep her man from straying, particularly if she loves him and swallows. What better way to stroke a man's ego than to swallow; that is my motto now, with or without ice cream and I continued to sucking, completely sated. 

Richard is the one...of course he is, but I'm in charge now.

He tasted my ice cream pussy and my orgasm was like nirvana and Shangri-La all rolled into one. I'm going to suck cock to get a load of his rich, creamy semen squirted into my mouth just like whipped cream from a pressurized can.

I've been doing that since I was a little girl much to my mother's indignant displeasure, squirting the whipped cream that comes in a pressurized can into my mouth, that being one of life's simple but naughty pleasures. 

I could tell Richard was trying to hold back and prolong his blowjob but the first clear pre-cum escaped despite his best efforts.

I stopped and looked at him smiling and licking my lips and teeth to tease him before putting another dollop of ice cream on his cock to suck and lick it off.

'It tastes delicious so far and there is more to come out of his big thick cock, his testosterone laden whipped cream... isn't it wonderful?' I was thinking. 

Richard let go of my bun and took my hair out of the ponytail just before his orgasm washed over him letting my hair drop onto his stomach and chest like a silky brown waterfall.

He pulled my hair forward from the back and arranged it to cover his chest and stomach and then buried his hands in my hair to hold me in place while filling my mouth with gobs of his thick, creamy semen. I tasted and savored every bit before swallowing while wishing for more thinking

'His seed tastes so complex. It's a little hard to describe actually...hmm... a little salty and a little sweet but creamy and rich with hints of testosterone but mostly it tastes like my Richard" I was thinking. 

"Ding-ding, ice cream round three, stud" I said straddling his hips with my knees and throwing my head back to arrange most of my hair over my back and shoulders while letting the front fall forward to do a sexy peek-a-boo eyes; that's what Richard says when I look through my hair like that.

"Peek-a-boo eyes, you're spoiling me" he said putting his hands behind his head and sighing contentedly "I just can't get enough of you." 

"What else do you have in the cooler, sweetheart?" I asked, running my hands up and down his bare chest. 

"There's nothing left in the cooler, however there's four ½ pints of ice cream; strawberry, chocolate, maple walnut and vanilla in the freezer downstairs for dessert." 

"We've already had our dessert, sweetheart" I replied.

"We merely had a little taste. I'm thinking that we should change the sheets and then shower to get the sticky off. 

I propose we have a nice soak together with strawberry for you and of maple walnut for me. There's plenty of room in our old claw footed bathtub for the two of us." 

"That sounds like a plan" I agreed getting off of him "you get the ice cream and I'll change the sheets...may I add some vanilla scented bath oil?"




Elizabeth To Beth Ch. 04



"Yes."

"May I light some vanilla candles for soft soothing light?"

"Vanilla candles sound most appropriate to set the mood."

"I thoroughly agree, sweetheart" and I adore calling him that...sweetheart as I adore when he calls me Beth, or simply baby. 

By the way, baby" he said sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed "there's another surprise for you in fridge. Something your cousin told me about while we were playing chess the week I received my Catechism classes; something you used to do to annoy your mother to distraction bordering on self righteous indignation...Margret used to give me hell for that too." 

"You eat whipped cream from the can?"

"Yes."

"I'll be right back."

"No; whipped cream in the can is not allowed out of the kitchen, Beth" he jumping up and blocking the door to me from leaving. 

"Are you kidding?" I asked putting my arms around his neck to kiss his lips "There's already ice cream on the sheets and in my hair." 

"That's dancing while doing the dishes whipped cream; we're adults now and we should act responsibly and with dignity" and we started dancing naked about our bedroom "it's in the fine print on the pressurized cans just below the ingredients." 

"Now you're being silly, Richard; dancing while doing the dishes whipped cream?" 

"Yes, a creamy squirt here and a creamy squirt there; it's the house rule baby." 

"Well, it's my house too you know. Don't we have to negotiate all new rules?" 

"Perhaps; do you want to negotiate?"

"Always" I replied affectionately patting his tight butt "didn't you tell me marriage is all about compromise and negotiation?"

"I did...therefore and forth with I'll help you change the sheets, baby. After we shower please fill the tub with vanilla scent bath oil and set the romantic mood with soft candle while I get our ice cream. 

We'll negotiate the whipped cream rule in the tub..." 

We got in and I slid the shower curtain around the elongated circumference of the tub. Richard washed and conditioned my hair followed by the rest of me and after that it was my turn. 

I took my time soaping him, an excuse to feel his hard muscular body.

I shaved his cock and balls and although my sex really didn't need it, my fiancé' and lover shaved my pussy. I shave for him once a day and for myself because I like the clean fresh feeling.

After I toweled him off my blonde Tarzan went downstairs with a towel wrapped around is middle like a loin cloth to get everything ready in the kitchen while I took care of everything up here. 

The vanilla bath oil and vanilla candles were intended to be a surprise for him and now was a perfect time. 

I was waiting in the tub when he returned. Richard handed me a long spoon and my strawberry ice cream still in the carton topped with a swirl of whipped cream and a maraschino cherry. 

Getting into the tub Richard put his spoon in his mouth and chewed and swallowed "I just popped my first cherry...well in the bathtub anyway."

Very funny Tarzan, I call this first vanilla scented water bathtub meeting of to order. The first item on the agenda is pressurized whipped cream in the can and the proposed venue change...

The warm hazy days of summer with its gentle breezes arrived with butterflies' kisses as they fluttered from flower to flower in the fields of forget-me-nots near the creek by our swimming hole. Richard told me he can't remember such a cornucopia year of butterflies, neither can Margaret. 

Our butterflies are a vista of natures' glorious flashes of color as they dance from flower to flower, resting briefly to sip the nectar before moving to the next. My big sweetheart knows the name of every single butterfly; as he does every plant, tree, mammal, bird, fish, insect; rock or mineral on our property. My love has one shelf dedicated to Field Guides in his bookcase. 

We have our playful discussions; the delightful back and forth that always result in compromise. I want Richard to wear a black tuxedo at our wedding. He reluctantly agreed if I learned the names of the butterflies. Margret said he would have worn it for me regardless since he is smitten with me. 

I already knew that and our wedding is fast approaching on September 8th. 

One lazy late afternoon in August, out of the clear blue, my love shared a very tender private thought from a secret place in his heart. We were lying in the sun on a cotton blanket after a cooling swim in the creek to get dry. 

We were watching our butterflies when Richard put his arms around me to kiss my lips; this kiss was different from every kiss before. 

I sensed something very protective and paternal. I also experienced a feeling of maternal instinctual longing...glowing warmth in my womb when my love kissed me...followed by a realization I wanted to have babies with him. 

"Goodness what a passionate kiss" I said hugging him back and returning his kisses. I was wondering if Richard was feeling what I was feeling...thinking what I was thinking. I've never had such feeling before in my life...a fleeting experience of the overwhelming glow of motherhood "You've never kissed me like that before." 

"I kissed you because I love you. I kissed because we're going to be married, Beth" and the warmth in his eyes rivaled the warm sunshine caressing our bodies us as we cuddled close on the sun kissed grass. 

"Beth...I...I must...it has never happened to me before; not even with Bea. I had a waking dream that is so real. I felt a warm gentle prodding touch...followed by an ardent thought because you're my inspiration. 

Maybe our butterflies are really unborn babies in disguise visiting from heaven and asking to be born. For a brief millisecond or what might have been an eternity in heaven, our butterflies were babies with wings...wings with all the colors of the rainbow and colors that can only be found in heaven...one of the babies smiled at me and then..." 

"Was the baby was a butterfly again?" I offered, finishing for him.

"Did you see them?" Richard asked, hugging me tighter.

"No, but I was thinking about babies when you kissed me" while wondering if this conservation was another waking dream within a dream. There are little miracles surrounding us every day if we're aware and open to the possibilities. 

Margaret told me in the strictest of confidence Beatrice was sterile, adding dire consequences if I betrayed her confidence. She told me how he took the news...Richard was devastated. 

Richard supported his wife, pushing his feelings aside; locking them away. He never told Bea how he felt, assuring her it was God's will and everything will be fine; our love will see us through; Beatrice eventually moved on assuming he had...except the ache in his heart never completely went away. 

"Do you realize what this means Sweetheart? It means our souls touched after you saw our first child and then kissed me. I meant every syllable as I touched his face gently "You will be a wonderful father to our children." 

"How many children are you thinking, Beth?" Richard asked; a mixture of pure joy and incredulity on his handsome face. 

"I'll accept as many children as God blesses us with..."

My Mother experienced these same feelings when she learned she was with child; me. She never shared these thoughts with me directly, face to face, because of her upbringing and the ways of her generation...although I do know my Mother's deepest and most intimate thoughts. I understood my mother's feelings for me, her daughter, more clearly since the time of our little miracle. 

After my Mom's passing, Kathy, Mom's closest friend gave me a key to a bank safety deposit box and said "I made a solemn promise to your Mother, Elizabeth. As you know Anna was my dearest friend. 

Anna told me she was blessed with you before she told your father. Your dear Mother kept a special diary about you from your conception to your birth; the white one with the angels and butterflies. Her others are in the box too. Anna stopped writing after your father died. She gave them to me for safe keeping." 

"Did you read them, Kathy?"

"There was no need for I knew your mother's thoughts and feeling. 

Your father never read her diaries. He didn't know they existed and wouldn't have approved. The white diary with the butterflies and angels was written to you...one mother to another to guide you when you are blessed with a child."

We spent the rest of the afternoon under our black walnut trees talking about our future family. I told him about my Mother's secret diaries and Richard told me about his secret blueprint and patterns. 

Richard went to his woodshop in the barn and returned with a plastic insulated picnic cooler. He removed something wrapped carefully with a waterproof tarp; a small cedar chest he made with his strong skilled hands. 

"I've keep it hidden under the floorboards of barn" he said unlocking it "You're the first person who has ever seen it or knows about it, my love."

Richard showed me patterns for cradles, for cribs and highchairs; there were patterns for mechanical baby swings, for changing tables and for playpens.

There were patterns for blocks, for tops, for pull toys of almost every animal imaginable. There were patterns for puzzles and rubber band guns and pop guns. 

There were patterns for doll beds, doll houses and doll carriages; child size furniture such as tables and chairs including rocking chairs; hobby horses and sleds. 

There were patterns for riding toys such as cars and scooters; airplanes, cranes, wagons and fire trucks, and patterns everything for children to numerous to mention that could made of wood.

There was a detailed blueprint for a fairy tale tree house suitable for a boy, for a girl, or both; depending what color or stain and varnish were used. My soon to be husband even showed me the trees where it would now be built and explained how he shaped and trimmed them over the years so they would be safe, secure and strong. 

Richard's chest of dreams and wishes is the only secret besides the ache in his heart he kept from his wife. 

Around supper time, we telephoned Margaret to tell her she was going to be a grandmother. We then invited her over for steaks on the grill. 

Of course Margaret accepted the dinner invitation and practically rushed right over thinking I was pregnant. She didn't know Richard and I had a friendly bet guessing how she would react when we explained she must wait at least a year's time. 

If I'm right, Richard will pay for two massage sessions at the spa. He agreed to join me and give it a try. 

If he's right I'll make an appointment with Linda at her salon for big spiral curls. 

Afterwards we're going to play out a little harmless sexual fantasy of mine were I arrive first at popular bar suggesting I might be available; such naughty thoughts. I've never dreamed anything like this before. I will wear a sexy short dress and I won't be wearing panties but a red lace thong instead. My makeup will be sultry and suggestive. 

Richard is going to meet me there eventually and... 

We'll then go to the spa the next day for our massages. It's a win-win outcome for us both...



Elizabeth To Beth



Next, Beth asked What about the sex part?" 

I paused a moment to think.... "Well, I'm sorry about the handcuffs. 

I was way out of line and over reacted. You really caught me by surprise and I am funny about my wife's things." "I am sorry I slapped your... ah, bottom. But I have to tell you, Beth, as bottoms go yours is a perfect ten. I promise I won't hit you again if that's what you are worried about. Oral sex, I will leave that up to you. I won't demand it, and I will be happy to return the favor."

"I am a man, Beth and you are a woman...no, make that a beautiful woman." 

"Men have urges...needs. I have not been with a woman since my wife died. I mean in the bedroom...I'm sure you know what I mean. I guess I just wasn't ready. Until you came along, I had not even thought about being with another woman. They just don't measure up to you.... well, maybe Margaret does. I have been thinking about you since I first saw you under the black walnut trees. 

"Maybe I'm still not ready. I really don't know, Beth. When I was married this used to be our house, now it's just mine. "What I do know is that I caught you in my bedroom. With my wife's things and sleeping in our bed. That's the main thing in my mind. For the next few days, this house can be an "ours" home again." 

"May I ask you a question, Beth? Why were you there? Can you answer that question?"

Beth remained silent.

Do we still have a deal, Beth? Perhaps you want out? Just say so. I was out of line and I really can't blame you. I apologize again for the handcuffs Beth. I'm really not into that M & M thing. And I know that is not an excuse. I really don't know what came over me. Yes I do know, I was angry, but I'm not angry now. You may leave right now, although I wish you wouldn't. My word is good. I'll keep my part of the deal and not think anything less of you. Do you mind that I call you Beth, Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth angrily relied. "Yes, damn it! And it is BDSM, Richard, not M & M." Beth then turned and went back into the house, slamming the screen door. 

When the steaks were ready I brought them into the house and put them on the kitchen table. Beth had sliced the tomatoes and set out the potato salad. There was also homemade chocolate chip with walnut cookies; the black walnuts were from my trees. Beth must have baked them in her apartment earlier in the day. Bea and I used to look forward to them every fall, putting aside enough bushels to last until next season. We always gave Margaret and Linda half a bushel each. I lost all interest in that after Bea died, as with most things until Beth entered my life. There would never be another Beatrice. But the table was set for two people as it used to be, and Elizabeth was here with me. Most importantly Beth answered one of my questions. Elizabeth was sitting at the table, waiting. 

"Elizabeth, the steaks are ready." "One of them is rare and the other medium rare. If they are not to your taste I will put one back on the grill for you."

"The medium rare is fine thank you. "Apology accepted."

We ate a quiet dinner and I noticed Beth studying me and not saying anything. I told her where everything was and again encouraged her to look around. I made us a pot of fresh ground coffee and made a big fuss over the cookies. 

While Beth was doing the dishes and picking up the kitchen I went outside with my cell phone. I telephoned Linda. Linda was my wife's best friend and her hairdresser. Linda's ex- husband was a no good self-centered bastard. 

He was doing time in Clinton for rear-ending a motorcycle at a stop sign killing the rider. He was drunk at the time of the accident. While in prison, he refused to give Linda a divorce. I made a phone call to Clinton Prison. I talked to a Sergeant I went to the academy with. 

The next day Linda's husband was given an attitude adjustment. Afterwards he graciously agreed to the divorce, signing the papers and mailing them back immediately upon receiving them. He was told never to go near Linda again in his lifetime. 

Linda vowed at the time to never to have anything to do with men again. However Linda's current boyfriend, Sam is a great guy and thinks the world of her. Her ex-husband ruined Linda's credit with his gambling and drinking and expensive toys. Fortunately for Linda, she had the foresight to secretly save money. It was in an account in Linda's maiden name that her then husband knew nothing about. Linda planned to open her own Beauty Shop someday. 

I cosigned a loan for Linda to buy a building, becoming a silent partner. Linda used her savings to remodel. Linda now has 6 employees and paid off her loan early. Linda insisted that Beth would get all of her services pro bono. I made an appointment for Elizabeth on Saturday morning. The shop was closed two weeks for her employee's vacations, but Linda agreed to open up just for us. 

I told Linda most of the story leaving out the sensitive parts. I explained ahead of time to exactly what I wanted done saying it would be a surprise for Elizabeth. Linda thought it would be fun. 

Linda first met Elizabeth when she came over once a week to bring what Linda called "her leftovers". Actually Linda was cooking extra for me during the week and freezing mine. Linda wanted to make sure I ate at least one good meal each day. 

Linda liked Elizabeth from the start and thought Beth could be good for me. 

Linda would often tell me. "It is not good to live alone, Richard. Beatrice has been gone for almost 5 years now. You have to move on, Richard. Bea would have wanted that." 

When I went back in the house Elizabeth was at the sink finishing the dishes. I walked up behind Beth and put my arms around her waist and rubbed her tummy. Then I finished helping Beth wipe them and put the away.

"It is my bedtime, Elizabeth. I am going upstairs to read awhile." Do what you normally do before bedtime. Eventually you will come upstairs. When you get there and if I am still awake I may want something." 

I picked Beth up off of her feet and spun her around. 

"Richard, what are you doing, put me down! Can't you at least wait until I get up there?"

"We need to get something straight about your bottom, Beth. I misspoke, it is a perfect ten thousand!" 

I kissed Beth on the lips before I put her down and then I went upstairs. 

In the morning I woke lying next to Elizabeth. My arm was around her waist and Beth was wearing a simple white silk nightgown. Beth was snuggled up close to me. 

I went downstairs and made coffee and returned with two cups. I then woke Beth up handing her one. Elizabeth sat in the bed with her legs folded underneath her, sipping her coffee.

"I thought you said you wanted something when I got upstairs."

"I said that I might want something, Beth, and I got it. I woke up next to you didn't I? What could be better then that?"

I sat on the bed looking at Beth and wondering if she could swim. I would love to show Beth the small swimming hole I made for Bea in the creek. Elizabeth finished her coffee and as she got up, Beth touched my face. "I like you better without the mustache." Then, Beth went into the bathroom and closed the door. 

"Elizabeth, honey, please don't use all the hot water." When it was my turn, I took the cold shower. 

After my shower I found Elizabeth downstairs in the den. Beth was wearing her terry cloth robe and had a towel around her damp hair. Beth had my wedding picture in her hand.

Elizabeth turned to me and said. "You look so young in this picture, Richard. How old were you here when you were married?"

"I was eighteen and Bea was sixteen when we eloped. There wasn't anything that he could do about it as Bea was of legal age. I did ask Bea's father's permission to marry Bea in a their church. At that time, the man hated me. Bea's father told me that I would never amount to anything. Bea's father told me that he would never allow a longhaired, ponytail wearing godless heathen hippie to ever marry his daughter.

"You had a ponytail, you... Mr. Conservative, I don't believe it!" Beth said, rubbing my head.

"I have pictures and can prove it. I had to cut off my ponytail when I became a Correction Officer. You know the department has regulations for hair length for males, but not for women."

"You would look some much better if you grew it longer, Richard. Especially since you shaved off your mustache. Tell me more about the Bea's father."

"He laughed in my face, Beth. Then he pointed a 16 gauge double barrel shotgun at me and started counting to ten."

"What did you do then, Richard?"

Laughing, I replied. "I ran like hell, Elizabeth! We were married for 22 years when the cancer took her. "

"Is Bea short for Beatrice, Richard? "Yes, Beatrice Louise...my Bea."

"You have never told me anything like this before, Richard. Your Beatrice Louise was a very beautiful woman."

"You have never been my wife before, Elizabeth. And, well you know Beth... you are too.... beautiful and smart. Bea and I told each other everything. Beatrice was the only woman...Bea was, well...I mean the only woman I have ever known."

"Do you mean made love to, Richard?"

Yes...you have never told me anything either, Elizabeth.

"Did you have any other girlfriends, Richard?"

"Just Bea, I knew her since kindergarten." 

"Did you have any boyfriends, Elizabeth?" Quite few actually, when I was in high school, but none serious, except for my last one, Sean O'Brien. I met Sean during my first semester in my Political Science Class at Notre Dame. We agreed about everything. I thought Sean was so sensitive, Richard, and a free spirit, joining all the environmental and worthy political causes on campus. There were no roots growing up under Sean's feet. And Sean was very wealthy; his family was old money. Sean took me to places I never could afford or even knew about. We went to the Bahamas on winter break for a week and had real French Champagne and Iranian Sevrvga Caviar every day there for breakfast. I was twitterpated with Sean.

"You mean twitterpated, like Bambi was, Elizabeth? I said, smiling. "I love that movie, Elizabeth. As a matter of fact, that was the first movie I ever saw in a theater. Margaret took me to see Bambi when I was eight."

"Why didn't you go with your mother, Richard? My mother took me to see my first movie when I was three. 

"My mother left when I was four years old, Elizabeth. It was just Dad and I along with various housekeepers until I was five, old enough to start school. Not that Dad treated me badly, but for the most part as I got older he just ignored me. Dad was always working and his job required him to work late most nights. That is all he did because that is how he coped for Mom leaving us. Which pretty much left me to fend for myself. When I was 8 years old, I so wanted to see that movie, but I didn't have a ride in to town. I earned the money feeding Margaret's chickens, gathering eggs and cleaning out the coop. Margaret was first married then. She and her husband Dan just bought the house across the road from us. Margaret couldn't have children and she sort of unofficially adopted me. 

"Margaret had chickens?"

"In those days Margaret did."

"Why didn't Margaret just treat you to the movie."

"Well, Margaret tried, but I wouldn't let her. I told Margaret a man has to stand on his own to feet and work for what he wants."

"You told Margaret that when you were 8 years old."

"Yes"

"Like you are doing now with your arms folded across your chest, Richard?" Beth said, touching my face a second time and smiling. "You smell nice, like Aqua Velva. Are you wearing cologne for me?"

"Ah...yes I suppose so Elizabeth. I answered putting my hands in my pockets, embarrassed and enjoying it. 

"What ever happened to Sean, Elizabeth?"

"We were engaged to be married and Sean gave me a 3-carat diamond engagement ring. My parents threw us a lavish engagement party, more than they could afford. All my family and friends were there. I come from a very large family...............and Sean's mother interfered. 

"It's not right, Beth. I get the picture, the bastard. It sounds like Sean didn't even have the sand to tell you himself." 

"I never saw Sean again, Richard. His mother called my mother from Boston on the telephone to break off the engagement. Sean's mother, Mrs. O'Brien was brutal and right to the point. Mrs. O'Brien said no son of hers was ever going to marry a lower middle class polock and a Catholic to boot. My cousin Stanislaus didn't like Sean from the start, and tried to drive to Sean's parent's mansion in Boston. He said he was going to give Sean a piece of his mind, followed by a piece of his right fist and then his left fist, plus both feet. Fortunately for Sean, Stanislaus's 1965 Harley panhead broke down half way there and our father's were able to stop him in time. Stanislaus was more like a brother to me then a cousin; we are the same age. All my boyfriends from high school were afraid of him, and so they should have been. Stanislaus liked to fight and was good at it. He wouldn't back down to anybody and spent more time in detention then he did in class. God help any of them that didn't treat me with respect; they answered to him.

Would you like me to braid your hair for you, Elizabeth? We have an 11:00 AM appointment, but first I thought we might go out for breakfast."

"You know how to do that, braid a woman's hair?"

"Why wouldn't I, Elizabeth?"

"Never mind, Ricky." Beth said, smiling. 

"You must have talked to Margaret, Elizabeth. Nobody else calls me that.

I surprised Beth by styling her long brown hair in a six-strand braid, showing off. "You look lovely with your hair that way, Elizabeth. Would you please go to your apartment and pick out a nice dress? I have plans for us afterwards" 

Beth returned in a pale yellow summer dress with 3/4 length sleeves. It was light muslin cotton material and was soft as the petals of a daffodil and it came down to her knees. Beth was wearing sandals and her makeup was lightly applied and perfect. 

Beth turned to model the dress for me, the soft light material moved like a pale yellow cloud with her as she turned. 

"I wandered lonely as a cloud that floats on high o'er vales and hills, when all at once I saw a crowd, a host of golden daffodils beside the lake, beneath the trees, fluttering and dancing in the breeze; Continuous as the stars that shine and twinkle on the milky way...and there she was standing, my beautiful Beth in a yellow summer dress.

"William Wordsworth never said, " there she was standing, my beautiful Beth in a yellow summer dress". Beth said, smiling and obviously pleasantly surprised. The next line to the poem is; "they stretched in a never-ending line along the margin of a bay: ten thousand saw I at a glance, tossing their heads in a sprightly dance."

"You are right, Elizabeth, but I like my version better." And then I kissed her cheek, offering Beth my arm. 

"Richard, what happened to your father? You never talk about him, is he deceased?"

"He packed up and left, no warning, no nothing. I was sixteen years old and was never much at home anyway. After school I worked any odd jobs that I could find. I was saving my money to marry Bea. 

"I have no idea what happened to Dad, and have not heard from him since. As for my mother, I don't remember her at all. I loved my father, Elizabeth, and I am sure in his own way he loved me too. Dad taught me three important things. If you can't pay cash, don't buy it because you can't afford it. If the playing field isn't level, don't whine, do something about it. Never back down or be scared away if you are in the right or feel strongly about someone or something. I walked over to my desk and removed the watch from the stand under the glass dome and the yellowed page torn from a book folded underneath the wood base. 

"Before he went, Dad left me my Great-Grandfather's 19-jewel Elgin pocket watch, and handed it to her. I also unfolded and let Beth read the poem from Edmund Vance Cooke (1866-1932) "How Did You Die"

We had breakfast together at a local restaurant, famous for their sourdough pancakes I sat next to Beth and stroked her braid telling her not to be nervous about her haircut. And Beth let me, sitting closer and opening up some more about her self. 

I found out that Beth never dated much after Sean dumped her. As a matter of fact, I was the only man Beth had even spent the night with since college. Finally, in all the time that Beth was with Sean, and even after he gave her the engagement ring, Sean never once told Beth that he loved her.

After a wonderful breakfast we drove to Linda's to keep Beth's appointment. When we got there, Linda greeted us warmly, locking the door and closing the shades. "We are closed this week for vacations." Linda explained.

"I opened up especially for you, Elizabeth. I am glad that after all this time you decided to come to me for your hair. Richard told me that you wanted your hair cut a little shorter. But not too short, and made the appointment, Just leave it up to me dear."

Elizabeth looked at me and smiled sweetly. Beth then said. Yes, Ricky is so thoughtful." 

Linda turned and gave me a look, and then smiled. Elizabeth then went to sit at the manicure station. Linda removed the remaining color, filed, and buffed Elizabeth's nails finishing with a coat of clear nail polish. When this was done, Linda had Elizabeth go to the chair at the cutting station. 

"Did Richard braid your hair for you?"

"Yes, Ricky did a wonderful job. He is just full of surprises."

"I thought I recognized his work. Beatrice only came here for trims. When he retires, Richard is going to come and work for me. Right, Ricky?" Linda added teasing me. They both had a good laugh at my expense.

Just wait until I see Margaret, I thought to myself.

Linda took Beth's hair out of the six-strand and redid it in a simple three-strand braid. Linda then placed a second rubber band on Elizabeth's braid and handed me the scissors. 

"Would you like to do the honors, Richard? Cut just above the second rubber band." 

"Sure, thanks, Linda." 

Leaning over I kissed Beth's cheek and whispered. "Remember, you agreed to this Elizabeth." 

I will never forget the feel and sound of the scissors while I cut off Elizabeth's thick braid. Or the look on Beth's face when I held it in front of her like I just won a blue ribbon at the fair. Now it was Linda's turn to finish the final cut. Linda had Elizabeth get up and sit down at the shampoo station. Linda washed and conditioned Elizabeth's hair. Then they returned to the cutting station for a comb out. 

Elizabeth's hair had gone from waist length to four inches below her shoulder blades. It looked thicker and fuller then ever. 

"Elizabeth, I am going to cut off another inch to even up the bottom. I will cut it straight across like you had it, but will I layer the bottom slightly so it curls under naturally."

When Linda was done, Elizabeth's hair fell three inches past the bottom of her shoulders blades. 

Linda took me to one side and said. "I have and idea and want to do something special for Elizabeth. I'm going to curl it first." 

Linda combed a light setting lotion in Beth's hair and then rolled it up in, long, round curlers. 

While Beth was under the dryer, Linda brought out homemade pound cake and coffee. Linda makes the best pound cake in the world, just as Beth makes the best cookies, and I told them so.

"Linda, you make the best pound cake in the world.... but Elizabeth makes the best walnut, chocolate chip cookies in the universe!"

Soon the timer on the dryer went off. Linda removed the curlers from Beth's hair and arranged the curls. 

Long sausage curls now kissed Beth's shoulders and caressed her back, framing Beth's beautiful face. Pulling the curls away from Beth's face Linda pinned them up on the back of Beth's head. Linda fussed with Beth's curls until the curls fell just to the nape of her neck. 




Elizabeth To Beth



Before we left, Linda presented me with Beth's cut off braid secured with a ribbon. When we got to the truck I tied the braid to my rear view mirror. 

"You look absolutely elegant, Elizabeth. I am the luckiest husband in the whole world. With the most beautiful wife as well."

We decided that we could hit some of the large shopping malls in the area and spend the day. It was gratifying to see all the admiring glances from the men that walked past us. Particularly since Beth was with me, if only for the weekend.

We spent the afternoon window shopping and attending a couple of movies in the cinemas in between window-shopping. I proposed that we each select a movie or movies but not mention them out loud, but instead write them down on a piece of paper. 

We drew the folded papers out of Beth's purse. Beth won both times, which was fine with me. I was good during the movies and kept my hands out of Beth's curls. I was content to just hold her hand. 

I saw something in a jewelry store window between movies that caught my eye. During the second movie, I pretended to get up to use the restroom. I left the theater and just about ran to the jewelry store to buy it. 

When I got there, I stopped to admire my soon to be purchase again through the plate glass window. It had to be the lighting, or a reflection, or something, but it wasn't. My beautiful Beatrice's reflection was looking back at me in the glass, and Bea smiling and nodding her head in approval. I could smell Bea's perfume. Bea, I whispered as Bea reached up to blow me a kiss...and then she was gone. I kissed my fingers and put them up to the glass where I saw Bea's face. When we were in elementary school Bea rode the bus. I would always walk Bea to her designated bus. I would help Bea to her window seat. I wasn't allowed to stay with Bea on the bus, waiting it until it left. I always stood outside and waited with her. When the bus pulled away, Bea would blow me kisses through the window. Boys didn't blow kisses unless they were sissies. I would kiss my fingers and put them on the bus window near Bea's face. Then I would leave to work my various after school jobs.

We stopped on the way home and I bought a case of oil and oil filter for my truck. As an afterthought, I went back and bought a filter for Beth's Ford as well. 

We had dinner in a fine sit-down Chinese restaurant at Beth's suggestion. To make Beth happy, I attempted to eat with chopsticks and made a fool of myself. Beth could pick up a single grain of rice. We spent the remainder of the evening under the walnut trees, and talked about everything but politics. 

At bedtime Elizabeth came to bed wearing her silk nightgown. Beth took her hair down and shook her head without me asking. When Beth got on the bed, I buried my hands in her hair caressing all those luscious curls. I put silk sheets on the bed for Beth and she didn't fail to notice. Beth ran her hands along the sheets enjoying the luxurious smooth texture. Then Beth pulled the nightgown over her head and she was wearing nothing underneath.

I was very gentle with Beth, holding her as if she was a fine porcelain doll. I kissed Beth's mouth many times, those sweet inviting lips. Those lips I wanted to kiss the first day I met her. Softly and lightly to start, followed by her cheeks, then the base of her throat and the sides of her neck. I kissed the lobs of her small precious ears and behind them, lifting her hair and blowing softly. I watched Beth shudder with pleasure as the goose bumps raised on her slim arms. My need for Beth was great and my heart was pounding in my chest with desire for her. But I held back my urgent need, as I did the first time I made love to Beatrice. We lay on the sheets facing one another and I kissed Beth's mouth long and deep. I ran my hands lightly down Beth's back my fingers caressing, touching and probing and lingering. I could sense, and feel and smell Beth's need as well and feel her wetness, the maddening musky smell of her wetness. I rubbed and lightly squeezed the round firmness of her marvelous ass cheeks. Beth returned my kisses and pulled me to her so that my rock hard penis was pushing up against her.

"I am not going to break, sweetheart and I want you to hold me closer." Beth said, kissing me and pushing her little tongue in my mouth in search of mine. I buried my hands in Beth's curls, returning her sweet kisses. 

Beth then pushed me onto my back and straddled me, impaling herself on my rock hard cock. Beth leaned back with her back straight, Beth's hair falling forward in her face, neck and breasts. I reached up and caressed and stroked her firm round breasts as Beth rode me, her eyes closed in ecstasy. This was new to me, a woman on top and I liked it. I lay back and enjoyed the view. I moved along with Beth, matching her rhythm, and thrusting upward, while helping to support her weight. My beautiful Beth was a light as a feather, or so it seemed at the time. I waited for Beth's orgasm. Beth's little hand was covering her mouth to muffle her screams, as Beth's orgasm washed over her. This gesture was so precious to me, my Beth, always the lady. I could not hold mine any longer as I held her waist and pounded her. Beth's hands were in her long hair, holding it out of her face, smiling and watching me as I came in her sweet little cunt. Beth collapsed on top of me kissing my mouth and stroking my very short, cropped hair.

I held Beth for a time, she on top, my arms around her waist and bottom and Beth still as light as a feather. Exhausted, we fell asleep and woke up that way in the morning, and made love over again. 

Beth asked if we could just hang around the house and I agreed. I got a cold shower again and didn't care while Beth made me a delicious western omelet, substituting jalapeno cheese for cheddar. 

We went outside to putter around the house, as if we were an old married couple. Beth watered the garden and I changed the oil in my truck. I was underneath Beth's Ford removing the old filter when the wrench slipped from my hand. The filter hit my nose and covered my face and neck with dirty motor oil. 

I crawled out from under her Ford swearing a blue streak. I banged my head on the bottom of the bumper on the way out.

Beth was standing by waiting to add the oil as soon as the new filter was in place. Elizabeth had her hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing. I just glared at her with my arms folded.

"I suppose you think this is funny. Sorry for the bad language, you didn't need to hear that" Beth composed herself and stood there smiling. Beth's eyes were shining with mirth. 

I took my white tee shirt off and wiped my face with it. Beth just lost it and laughed hysterically. Being alone with Beth and hearing her laugh stirred more feelings in me that I hadn't had since Bea died. I laughed along with Elizabeth, picking Beth up and kissing her. 

I put her in the back seat of the Ford sedan, and then pulled up her gingham print summer dress and removed her panties. I went down on Beth, licking and probing with my tongue, making her moan with pleasure. Beth had her feet up in the air and was bracing her little bare feet against the roof of the car. My little lady's hand was over her mouth, so precious, so ladylike...my God how I loved her.

We heard a car pulling up the driveways and we both sat up...it was Margaret!" I stood up and started walking toward her and Margaret drove right past me and parked next to Beth's car. 

Margaret got out of her convertible and was grinning ear to ear. "What happened to you, Ricky? "Why is there dirty oil all over your face and hair and where is Elizabeth Susan?" Margaret asked, knowingly. 

"Did you two loose something in Elizabeth's back seat?

"I'm right here, Margaret, I found the ice scraper, Richard. Thank you for helping me look? Beth said, holding up the ice scraper as evidence and getting out of her car.

"Elizabeth Susan!" Margaret exclaimed. "Why do you need an ice scraper in August. Is it the heat, or are you blushing, Elizabeth Susan. 

Beth didn't answer............

"Well, never mind, I have all the fixings for vanilla ice cream this time and would love some mint iced tea. Richard can finish changing the oil, and you can go in the house and get out of the heat. He really should get his central air fixed."

Beth was standing with her back to me when I walked into the kitchen I walked up behind her and put my hands around her waist and blew on the back of her neck.

"You are giving me goose bumps." Beth whispered, taking my hands and squeezing.

"I know, where is Margaret?" I whispered. 

"She is in the bathroom...why are you whispering. Beth whispered.

"I don't know, Beth, why are you whispering. I'll get the bowls down." I got a slap on the ass and a hug as I was reaching for the bowls. 

On Sunday evening as Beth and I were sitting in the kitchen having tea and the rest of her cookies.

"Elizabeth, in fifteen minutes our deal is up. You met your obligation with dignity and grace. I offered you an out and you didn't take it. You kept your word. I handed Beth a large manila envelope. "This is for you." . Beth accepted the envelope and opened it without comment. Beth sat there looking at me with that funny look on her cute face again. At 12:30 AM, Beth got up from the table and started to walk out and just reached the back door. Spinning around, Beth returned and stood in front of me. And then Beth slapped my right cheek, hard and then stormed out of there, slamming the door. Inside the envelope was a receipt for her rent paid in full until the end of December. What the hell did I do wrong! I went to bed alone that night I did not sleep well at all...stupid, stupid...STUPID, I am so stupid. 

Beth was gone before I went to work Monday, the same for Tuesday. On Wednesday evening I was sitting underneath the trees, waiting for Beth, when Margaret pulled up in her convertible. Margaret looked angry. The first thing that Margaret said to me was. "Richard! Are you out of your Goddamn mind? You put handcuffs on Elizabeth? I taught to better then that!" 

I knew I was in trouble when Margaret called me Richard. If I had a middle name, that would have followed "Richard!"

Margaret blasted me like I was ten years old again When Margaret reprimanded me in no uncertain terms for climbing up on the water tower with my binoculars. I didn't think it was a big deal at the time, however I knew enough to keep my mouth shut and agree with Margaret. I was not allowed to watch television for one month. Margaret made me promise not to do that ever again, and I never did keeping my word to her. And then Margaret hugged me, kissing my face and she was shaking and crying, calling me her poor sweet boy. 

Margaret told me that Elizabeth had not had money for the rent because of the Comptrollers Office Albany. They had issued the wrong tracking number on more then one occasion. Elizabeth switched from a Buffalo bank to the local credit union, therefore no rent check. 

"Did it ever occur to you dummy, that Elizabeth liked you, perhaps even more then liked you? " Elizabeth was crying when she drove to my house to see me. So the lady looked at some dresses, big deal, Elizabeth was just curious."

"I know you are smitten with her." I thought to myself...smitten, now there is a word I have not heard in a long time. Of course I was, I loved Beth. I was thinking how Beth cuddled up to me in bed, and the goose bumps. And how Beth would stand with his hands on her hips and giving her head a little toss, and.................................. "Will you please wipe that goofy smile off of your face. Are you listening to me...that's better? You look at Elizabeth like you always looked at Beatrice. I can tell by the way you look at Elizabeth and talk about her. You gave Elizabeth the keys to your house for God sakes. What was the poor girl supposed too think, you big dummy? Do I have to draw you a map?"

"I told Elizabeth to surprise you, since obviously you were not going to make the first move. Then you go put handcuffs on her." 

Your wife is dead, Richard. Like it or not, life goes on". "You do not have a bedroom closet. You have a shrine."

"You are right about everything, Margaret. Bea would have wanted me to move on." I said, my voice starting to break. 

Margaret's tone softened and then she hugged me. Margaret hugged like she did when I was eight years and I was crying in the theatre when Bambi's mother was killed.

You don't ever have to worry about Elizabeth's ability to keep a secret and that's a good start.

"I'm glad that my Beth is not angry about the rent Margaret.

"It wasn't that you big dummy...honestly Ricky?" Margaret said kindly. "If you love the girl, and there is no doubt in my mind that you do, then just come out and say it. God knows you are like a son to me, Ricky. You can try the patience and best efforts of all the angels in heaven.... and Elizabeth can as well." 

"I have some cardboard boxes in the car. I was hoping that you would finally come to your senses. Now let's go upstairs and clean out the closet and dressers. It's time to put things to rest". 

Margaret left with boxes of cloths, shoes and cosmetics, but of course leaving behind Bea's jewelry. 

When Margaret wasn't looking I took Bea's bottle of perfume and put it in my pocket. The last thing Margaret said to me was. "Give Elizabeth some time, I'm sure that she will come around eventually." 

It was the middle of December. I watched Elizabeth come and go. We were polite to each other as if we had just met or were cautiously starting over. I resigned myself to the fact that I might never have her. 

In January, Beth brought me the rent check on the first day of the month. Margaret was right, I just had to give Beth time. Beth was making the first move again because I was such a big dummy. Beth's had fixed her hair for me exactly like it was when we left Linda's. I was sure that Beth knew how I felt about her. I decided to be a gentleman and take it slow.

I invited Elizabeth in my kitchen for coffee and pound cake. "You look lovely, Elizabeth. Would you like to come in and have coffee and a piece of Linda's pound cake?"

Beth came and sat down in the kitchen and I ground the beans getting them ready for the pot. While I was filling the pot with water, Beth was filling out the rent check and signing it. Soon the coffee was ready and I brought us both a cup.

"Just how you like it, Elizabeth, half a teaspoon of sugar and lots of milk."

"Is there something that you want to tell me, Richard?" Beth asked, leaning forward and taking my hands in hers. 

"No, nothing special, Elizabeth. Well as a matter of fact there is. I know the reason why you were late with the rent. It wasn't your fault. Would you like butter or jam for your pound cake?"

"Thank You, but no, I'll just have coffee. I have to save room for dinner. Stanley will be here in about an hour, to pick me up."

"Who is Stanley, Elizabeth?" I asked, squeezing my coffee cup.

"Oh, just somebody from the old neighborhood. We are going out for dinner and then see a movie, talk about old times."

"I was thinking, perhaps you and I could go bowling sometime, Beth. I have never been bowling before and you can teach me."

"That would be nice, you could bowl in my ladies league. I'm sure the other ladies wouldn't mind."

"I was thinking more in the line of private lessons, Beth." 

"Will you look at the time?" Beth exclaimed. I didn't realize how late it was. Do you mind if I take my coffee with me? Thank you, you're such a dear."

After Beth left, I sat there for about 10 minutes, letting things sink in. You big dummy you, why didn't you tell her, I thought, stupid...stupid and STUPID!!!! Looking down at my spilled coffee, I noticed that my hand was bleeding. Somehow, I managed to pull the handle off of my coffee cup.

Stanley was ten minutes early. Instead of getting out of his vehicle and waiting for Beth, the idiot was honking the horn. I just happened to have my red plaid Woolrich hunting coat on and my green insulated rubber boots, and was outside shoveling snow. I walked up to the car with a snow shovel and said. "What the hell do you think you are doing, Pal?" 

"I have a date with Beth." As soon as Stanley called my Beth, Beth, I wanted to punch the bastard in the mouth. "Who the hell are you, Buddy?" What business is it of yours?" Stanley asked.

"I'm Richard Adams, Ms. Adamczyk's landlord. You are parked in my driveway!"

"Oh, sorry. I just wanted to let Beth know that I was here."

Damn him, I thought, the bastard said it again.

"Get out of the car then?" I said, opening the driver's side door.

"Hey, what do you think you are doing?"

"Ms. Adamczyk is a Lady, Pal. The proper way to treat a Lady like Ms. Adamczyk is to meet her at her door. Next to escort the said Lady, Ms. Adamczyk to your vehicle and help Ms. Adamczyk in. That is what a gentleman would do, Pal, not sit in the driveway honking, manner less and clueless like an ignorant oaf. 

"Who do you think are you, Beth's father or something?" Stanley said, trying to pull the door shut with the inside door handle. That not working, Stanley tried pulling on the top of the doorframe to get leverage, perfect. 

I pulled Stanley out of his car, not an easy thing to do. Stanley was a big, strong, son of a bitch. We were grappling in the snow-covered driveway each trying to get the advantage. I managed with some effort to put him in a wristlock, applying pressure and getting him up on his toes.... "I said Ms. Adamczyk is a Lady. "If you do or say anything to upset her, I'll................................ As bad luck was mine lately, Elizabeth came walking out of the house. I let him go of Stanley, taking a step back.

Stanley immediately rushed to Elizabeth, taking her arm and escorted Beth to the car. "I would have met you at the door, Beth, but your landlord waylaid me in the driveway. I was trying to get out and my foot slipped on the icy floor mat. I must have accidentally hit the horn. Your landlord came charging up to me like some kind of a nut case making crazy accusations. Stanley continued, as he helped Elizabeth in and was about to close the passenger door, when.

"Richard!" I picked up the snow shovel and walked over to where Beth was sitting. "I would appreciate it if from now on if you not bother Stanley or any of my gentlemen friends. "My rent is paid in full and I will date anyone I like." 

"Elizabeth I, I..." The bastard closed the door before I could finish, smiling at me as he walked by and said. "See you later, Rickey Stanley was still smiling at me as he got in on his side and closed the door. Elizabeth leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

They then drove away leaving me speechless. I had a death grip on the snow shovel, my knuckles turning white. What good would it do now to tell Beth that I loved her? Beth had already had found someone else. Or maybe she was trying to make me jealous. Beth was so damn stubborn! The hell with her then!

I waited up for Elizabeth to make sure Stanley walked Beth to the door when he brought her home. Stanley brought Beth back after midnight, helping her out of his car. He even walked Beth to the door and Elizabeth kissed his cheek again, and then he kissed Beth's cheek. 

Stanley paused at his car looking at my house, smiling still. And then Stanley got in his car, beeping the horn once when he reached the end of the driveway.

For the next two months Elizabeth was hardly ever at home nights. I always waited up by the window to see that Beth made it home safe. Every Friday Stanley would pick her up. The perfect gentleman now, Stanley always brought Beth flowers. The bastard probably knew somebody who worked in a funeral home or cemetery. On the last Friday in February, Stanley spent the night with Elizabeth. 




Elizabeth To Beth



In mid-March, Margaret told me that things were getting serious between Elizabeth and Stanley. Margaret was very fond of Elizabeth and only wanted the best for her. Margaret and Elizabeth were quite close now, both attending a Christian Women's Knitting circle on Tuesdays. I could tell Margaret wanted to ask me something and finally Margaret did.

"Ricky, would you be upset with me if I were Elizabeth's Matron of Honor. "That's if Elizabeth asks me of course, and I am pretty sure that she shall. 

I choked the words out... thinking, first Bea and now Beth. "Of course not, Margaret."

"I am so relieved that you are taking this so well, dear. "Take my word for it, everything will turn out for the best."

Margaret was wrong. I was not taking it well. Nothing was turning out for the best. 

"Where is Elizabeth now, Margaret?" I said forcing a smile. "I want to congratulate Elizabeth and wish her luck." I was lying. 

"Elizabeth is back in the Cheektowaga staying with some cousins for the weekend. They are going to throw Elizabeth a little party this evening to celebrate her upcoming engagement."

"Do you know the address, Margaret? I should pick up a little gift for Elizabeth."

Margaret gave me the street address in Cheektowaga, NY, a large town just west of Buffalo. The party was to be held at the Polish Falcons Nest, a social club, in a predominately Polish neighborhood. I had no trouble finding it for all the cars parked outside. I could faintly hear the Oberek Polka playing inside and people laughing and a having good time. My heart was breaking. Was I to late?

I knocked on the door and was let in by two very large men. The place was packed with people. Was this Margaret's idea of a little party? They immediately handed me a bottle of Zywiec beer and a shot glass of Krupnik vodka. They insisted that I drink to the health of their cousin Elizabeth & her fiancé to be. What else could I do? 

I raised my shot glass, " To Elizabeth and her true love, may they never be apart."

I threw down the shot of Krupnik and quickly downed the beer. Another man joined us and handed me another bottle of Zywic and another shot glass of Krupnik vodka. We went through another round of toasts, each cousin toasting the health of Elizabeth and her fiancé. I finally got away from them, or so I thought, working my way quietly through all the people. 

The place was packed with men, women and children, no doubt Elizabeth's family and friends. All good, solid, working class people having a well deserved good time. 

I could see Elizabeth and Stanley sitting together from across the room. Margaret was sitting there with Linda on her right, and Elizabeth to the left.

Beth's hair was styled exactly like it was on the day we left Linda's Salon. Elizabeth was wearing the same yellow pale dress that moved with her like a cloud. Beth was so beautiful and looked so happy sitting there. I started walking toward Beth to tell her how I felt. Maybe there was still a chance for us.

I almost made it to the table when the music stopped. People were gathering behind me on the dance floor as if waiting for some kind of announcement. Those three large men were now standing next to me and behind me. If need be I might be able to knock at least one of them out, so I had a chance to tell Beth that I loved her. Before the other two beat me senseless. 

The happy couple stood up and everyone raised their glasses. I took the pin out of my pocket. The pin that I bought for Beth on the day I snuck out of the movie theatre. It was a cluster of leaves.... the leaves from the oak tree. The reason it caught my eye, was because the leaves fanned out like a bouquet. Like the bouquet Beth had in her hand when I first saw her under my walnut trees. Set with numerous small vibrant semi-precious stones: yellows, oranges and reds in 18-karat gold. There was one green stone that I had the jeweler place there, not original to the piece. The pin was not ready the Sunday evening when Beth left me.

"Elizabeth wait!!" I shouted as I stepped forward and walked to their table. "You can't marry him."

"Richard, I knew you would show up and disrupt things. Said, Elizabeth. Linda, you were absolutely right about him." Linda just nodded and smiled.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, what I was seeing. Linda, betraying me?" 

It is a good thing that we took precautions." Margaret said, nodding and smiling as well.

"Margaret how could you?" I felt Elizabeth's cousin's strong hands on my shoulders.

"How could I what, dear?" "You were saying, Richard?" Margaret asked. 

Ignoring my betrayers. "Elizabeth, you have to understand something!" I am not that stubborn green leaf that I was before I met you. Beth...I"

"What is he talking about Beth?" Stanley interrupted. What is all this nonsense about leaves?

"Beth, I bought you this pin. I sneaked out of the theatre. Do you remember, Beth? I said that I was going to the Men's Room and then I took a long time.

"What are you trying to say to me, Richard?"

"I saw you standing under my walnut trees with a bouquet of leaves before I showed you your apartment. Red ones, and yellow ones and orange leaves; you looked so beautiful then, Beth. You look so beautiful now. I was a green leaf then and you helped me change The green stone was to remind..." I was about to say us, but there was no us, just Elizabeth and Stanley.

"Will you at least accept my present, Beth?" Elizabeth walked over to me and I handed Beth a red, heart shaped Swarovski Crystal Box. When Beth opened it, she took a deep breath before taking the pin out.

"I'm sorry that it was ready on our last day together, Beth." 'I should have gave it to you then. I should have told you then that I..."

Stanley stepped in front of me, interrupting again. "Well, Pal, it looks like the better man.... I broke away and knocked Stanley down. Beth's cousins were right behind me and quickly tackled me to the floor. They picked me up and stood me on my feel holding me in a death grip.

There was no way I was breaking loose now. But I was going to be damned if I was not going to put up a fight for her. I didn't care if I was about to be pummeled. I was going to tell Beth that I loved before they carried me out, unconscious. 

"Richard, that is enough!" Followed by. "Stanley, are you hurt?" "This thing has gone far enough! Elizabeth exclaimed. 

Stanley got up from the floor smiling. I thought for sure I was going to get as good as I gave him. I couldn't blame the bastard if he did, I did having it coming. Stanley just stood in front of me with a big smile on his face. He must be some kind of a nut case or liberal pacifist. I would have clobbered me. I could see the start of a bruise, a black eye starting to form around Stanley's right eye.

Stanley walked over to the microphone stand and turned the microphone on. "I have an announcement to make. Will everyone please settle down?" Things got very quiet.

"Elizabeth! " I shouted trying to break free. I stepped forward, once, twice dragging Beth's cousins along with me. "You can't marry him, Elizabeth!"

"Thank you for the beautiful pin, Richard Beth said, pinning it on her dress. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't. 

"Because I love you, Elizabeth Susan Adamczyk. Beth's cousins let go of me. They took a few steps backward, and I was thinking; "Now I'm going to get it." 

I turned to face them, my feet planted, ready to fight.

Those big bastards actually took a step back, their hands up and palms out

I could hear a young girl somewhere in the crowd ask. "Did he tell her yet, Mommy? 

Then I shouted. "I love you Elizabeth Susan Adamczyk!" Finally, beating Stanley to the verbal punch for once and interrupting him for a change. 

Elizabeth put her arms around my waist and whispered in my ear. I could feel Beth's sweet breath on my face. "I love it when you call me, Beth, sweetheart."

I reached up to take my Beth's hands. Beth then snapped one side of the blued peerless handcuffs on my right wrist, the other cuff was already on her left one "I'm not going to let you get away from me a second time, you big stubborn sweetheart you."

I turned and pulled my Beth as close as the handcuffs allowed, kissing her mouth.

"I told you Elizabeth." A familiar voice said quietly behind us. "I told you that you couldn't keep Richard away. I couldn't keep him away from Beatrice even when I pointed a shotgun at him. 

"I still have to make to make an announcement." Stanley said over the microphone. "Richard loves my cousin, Elizabeth." I could see Margaret and Linda sitting at the table hugging one another and crying. I should have known better. This big, happy dummy had been had...and big time. 

"Your cousin, Beth? You...I...them...he, but...?" Was all that I was able to stutter. 

"Never mind, sweetheart?" "Who would have thought that a Conservative like you would ever been at a loss for words?" This is so romantic. I just wanted to hear you say it. 

"Just wait until I get you home, Beth." I whispered. 

"I want to introduce you around to my family...now that we are engaged. A ring would have been nice, but I love this beautiful pin so much better then any old diamond ring. And this party is for us after all." Beth said, touching my face. "My cousin Stanislaus and Margaret are paying for everything." 

"All of this is so wonderful, Beth Perhaps now I will finally have a church wedding." I said, wiping the happy tears from Beth's face. 

"I can't wait to finally meet your cousin Stanislaus, Beth, and thank him, Margaret too. I said looking for Stanislaus to step forward.

"Sweetheart, you already have, And you just knocked him down. 

"Stanislaus, I mean Stanley! Stanislaus is Stanley?"

"Don't worry, Stanley isn't angry, he likes you, sweetheart. Stanley will be performing our marriage ceremony. Isn't that wonderful!" 

"Is Stanley a minister?" I asked.

"No, he is a Catholic Priest, Sweetheart."

"I just knocked a Catholic Priest ass over teakettle. Why didn't you stop me, Beth?"

"Well it's not like we didn't try. My cousin's assured me they could handle you. Stanley was having such a good time playing the heavy. I guess that he got carried away. Stanley was bound and determined not to like you at first. I had no idea that you would pull him out of the car like that. Margaret wasn't surprised at all when I told her. When you confronted Stanley in the driveway and pulled him out of the car, he changed his mind immediately." 

Elizabeth raised our handcuffed arms above our heads and shouted. 

"I want everyone here to meet my true love, Richard Adams! I won't ever let him get away from me a second time!" 

And then Beth's family and friends descended upon us offering us their congratulations.

But that was not the end of our story....................