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Jelly Bean and Her Bail Bondsman Ch. 01

By: beagle9690



It was exactly 5:00 AM when she finished her daily aerobic and stretching exercises. Anita wiped her face with a towel and picked up a water bottle. Anita sipped from it as she walked into the bathroom to admire her black leotard clad figure in the mirror. 

At five-five and weighing 125 lbs, Anita is a small petite woman with an incredibly strong compact dancers' figure. That wasn't always the case. 

Overweight as a teenager Anita never had a boyfriend or even kissed a man except for her father and uncles... until she met him. 

Ten years before and immediately after graduating college, Anita sent her resume to fifty school districts and/or places of higher education. 

Few called for an interview; those who did never called her a second time with a job offer. Not even as a substitute teacher after one year of her best efforts. As a result and much to the concern of her mother and father, Anita ballooned out to 170 lbs. 

Anita's mother, Mary, had Anita late in life when she was forty and her husband Marvin was fifty. They tried for years to have a child before almost giving up. To them their daughter was a precious gift from God. 

Danny hired Anita a week later with a non disclosure clause in the contract for her to sign and a mandate of a 20% raise if she met the terms of her job probation. Anita gratefully signed and didn't bother to read it for reasons that you shall soon see. 

Anita undressed and ran her hands over her firm perky breasts feeling her nipples harden at her touch. She thought about "her Danny." 

Anita then caressed her plump little pussy waiting for Danny to finish his workout in the basement so that they could shower together, their ritual on the weekend. 

There are only two people in the world now who are allowed to call him Danny; Anita and her Mother. 

Anita's Mother thinks the world of him as did her father before he passed away. Danny was the son and son Marvin always wanted.

Danny is always very strict with Anita much to her parent's approval and Anita loves Danny more than all the stars in the sky.

Anita took the hairpins out of her generous bun letting her thick auburn brown hair tumble to her trim waist. A magnificent brown waterfall of 10 years growth of healthy pampered virgin hair. Nobody but Danny is allowed to touch her hair and Anita wouldn't have it any other way. 

Anita gets naked when Danny does it. He cuts it precisely straight and blunt across the bottom as is his preference....waist length. Danny doesn't like bangs or layers or any type of perm in Anita's hair. 

It is her crowning glory and Danny's love reins when she sucks on his cock or when he fucks her. 

During Anita's interview Danny saw something in his little jelly bean's eyes; when Anita was nervously clumsy, overweight and somewhat unsure of herself. Danny saw a timid young woman who was obviously very intelligent with great potential. The transcripts from her college included in Anita's resume spoke of a perfect grade point average. 

Anita grew up in a nurturing two parent middle class home. Daniel grew up in foster care moving from foster-home to foster-home. He wasn't so much abused as he was ignored and pretty much left to his own devices. 

Anita entered college at fifteen, (her mother drove her to and from) and graduated at nineteen with honors earning a Bachelor's Degree in Mathematics, a teaching certificate and minors in science and literature. 

Daniel enrolled in the school of hard knocks at sixteen after he was suspended from High School for being disruptive and incorrigible. 

He never bothered to return. Daniel could easily do the work but found school boring and without challenge; a total waste of time. 

Being a lawyer in his business is a great advantage and fulfilled an unspoken promise. 

At twenty-five Daniel took the test and passed to receive his high school equivalency diploma. John Anderson, a friend and mentor pulled some strings for Danny to get into an accredited law school. 

An older man in his seventies, John was a former law professor. He retired to practice law part-time in his home town. John doesn't need the money and does it keep his mind sharp. Many of his cases are pro bono and he is selective for those. John will not take slackers, only solid working class people, the common man (person); and of those most in need. 

Being a Constitutional Scholar and staunch constructionist, John was sick of the liberal politics so prevalent in academia today. 

Danny attended the mandatory one year of formal studies that New York State required in an accredited ABA law school. He hated it but stuck it out. He found the liberal professors pompous and anal retentive, so unlike his friend John. 

Danny and the old scholar cut a deal for Danny to work under a clerkship. Danny could leave when necessary to attend to his business. They fudged things a bit and John allowed Danny to do his clerkship in his own way. 

Danny seldom worked in John's Law Office during good weather. Instead the classroom was at the end of the breakwater at Point Breeze arguing law when they went fishing in the late afternoon until dark. Sometimes it was over games of chess in John's home when the weather was bad. 

But getting back to his love, Anita. 

Anita Jones prattled on during her interview trying to cover all the bases by offering personal information about her and her family life that Danny wouldn't have thought to ask. 

In essence Anita oversold herself but Danny found her innocent enthusiasm refreshing and her mannerisms precious. 

Daniel decided on the spot that Anita would be his project. 

Much like Eliza Doolittle was to Henry Higgins the likable pompous ass in George Bernard Shaw's Musical, "My Fair Lady", minus the pompous ass part. Anita was far better educated then Daniel was, but Daniel was better disciplined. 

Daniel Skinner can be a hard man in his business dealings; hard and tough as iron. Sometimes the nature of his business dictates hard and ruthless. As far as he is concerned people have free will and can make choices; good as well as bad. 

Anita's hugs and sweet kisses stole his heart, while Danny's gentle strictness pushed Anita to excel. She gained a new understanding of herself as did he. Danny would give his life for her. 

A bail bondsman isn't respected by many but is necessary to those who need them. It gave Danny a chance to put down roots. While a bounty hunters life is fraught with risks. Daniel started out as bounty hunter at seventeen, lying about his age to become a member of a crew. 

He first sought out and worked with the meanest and toughest bounty hunters in the business chasing down fugitives for established bail bondsman. 

Danny took his beatings and learned from them; hit first and hit hard. Those bounty hunters were tough and sometimes mean with the jumpers. Many were hard drinkers and wanting to fit in Danny took to those lessons well. 

He then found a steady partner and found a better way. Forget the reality shows about bounty hunters on television, it isn't like that at all. 

You blend in with your surroundings and act like the average Joe. 

Paid snitches were the mainstay for information. They will often locate your man and save you much trouble. 

The money was good and Daniel banked most of it. He never had much of anything growing up and really didn't need much working out of a suitcase. Being a Bounty Hunter was a dangerous life and Daniel has the scars to prove it. 

Personal responsibility and accepting the risks and consequences is the cornerstone of his philosophy. 

He is respected by those in his profession and most of his clients, both criminal and straight. As a lawyer Daniel adheres strictly to the laws of the states in which he does business....well perhaps he bends the law a little. 

As a bounty hunter Daniel adhered to the federal statues but does what it takes to get his man and these days his woman? 

He has told many a client to save their money and let the friend or family member rot in jail. In those cases that was good advice. 

Daniel is an angel when he posts bond for people when other bail bondsman won't give them the time of day. 

On the other hand, Daniel Skinner is a ruthless cold hearted son-of-a-bitch when those same people don't listen and their dear misunderstood innocent friends and/or family member skip bail. 

The audacity of Daniel to demand his bond be satisfied and especially when he seizes their collateral because they can't pay up!

To his friends and acquaintances he is Mr. Skinner, Daniel or Dan. 

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I was impressed with Anita's resume when I received it in the mail. She graduated with impressive credentials. On paper Anita is almost overqualified for the job. 

My ad with job development was posted for a month. I turned down all of the applicants. Their idea of the job duties of a personal secretary was obviously different then mine. 

It was beneath their dignity to bring me a lousy cup of coffee; they were professionals they said not waitresses. I was willing to pay damn good money for that cup of coffee. 

Personal secretaries yes.... romantic partners no; I never mix business with pleasure. There are too many other women available out there for that and I had my little black book. 

I changed the wording in the ad, upped the wages and reposted it as, "Personal Secretary wanted with experience in accounting and brewing coffee." 

Even at that point I didn't plan on romantic involvement.....and then mush. Anita walked into my life and turned my whole world upside down. 

I work out of my home. The building is an old National Guard Armory that was decommissioned in 1948. 

It was an unsuccessful indoor flea market and co-op when I seized it to satisfy a debt owed to me. The owner left the state and disappeared into the woodwork when her daughter jumped bail. 

The three story red sandstone structure was built to last and despite the graffiti and general cosmetic disrepair the building was still a grand old lady. 

I am not particularly skilled with my hands except to fight and break heads and those days are mostly behind me now. 

One of the perks of my profession is being acquainted with people on the fringes of society who owe me favors and it was time to cash them in. 

I am familiar with many disreputable but nonetheless skilled contactors and tradesmen. Free labor was no problem and when applicable I paid for the best materials at their cost. They know better than to cut corners and cheat me. 

The perimeter of the foundation was dug up along with the basement floor and then crushed stone and drain tiles installed before we poured a new concrete one. 

The sandstone was sandblasted and cleaned inside and out. Next the slate roof was completely redone. The original copper gutters were replaced with the same and the clay tile pipes that the gutters drained into were dug up and replaced with larger diameter PVC pipes to carry the water to the storm sewers. 

The bars and plywood were removed from the basement casements and I had block glass windows installed in their place. 

I found a reputable and honest blacksmith to remove the bars from the remaining windows and he refurbished them. He also made new shutters with working hinges if I ever felt the need to close them and then installed them. 

The old windows were replaced with highly efficient triple paned ones. Once they were in place the blacksmith returned and reinstalled the bars with the addition of a clever locking latch of his design along with heavy hardened steel hinges. The bars could now be opened and closed when not locked in place. 

The locksmith was expensive but worth every penny. Impressed with his work, I called him back and had him remove and rebuild the iron gates behind the two heavy four inch thick oak wood entry doors. He repaired and refinished these mentioned oak doors as well. 

I had the building completely rewired to exceed industrial codes and added a backup flex-fuel generator; go big or stay home. I had the plumbing redone the same. I went so far as to have a pump installed in the original well in the basement as a backup, just in case. 

I replaced the old boiler system with a modern efficient model but unfortunately that precluded central air. I settled for portable air conditioners on wheels that could be vented out the window and put away when not in use. 

Now for the inside and as I said she is a grand old lady. The floors were stripped and sanded down to the original wood and refinished as was the remaining original woodwork. The damaged or missing woodwork was replaced to the original design. 

I started on the first floor, room by room trying to restore it as original as possible. There were some exceptions in my living quarters on the second floor. I removed walls for a large modern kitchen and bathroom sparing no expense in materials since they were mostly on the contractor's dime. The rooms on the third floor were done last but remain empty. 

I replaced what was left of the rusted and decrepit fence. That was a project in itself; four acres of twelve foot high chain link fence minus the barbed wire. 

This was a minor problem because I would need a variance for one acre in the city but not the town; the tax map for the city included one acre of my property on the north side. The rest of the property was in the township as was the building. The zoning officer for the city refused my first building permit. 

I put up the fence on the North side one section at a time keeping the old posts in place under the guise of repair and maintenance. I took plenty of photographs before removing the old posts and then won at the subsequent hearing when I produced the original survey and abstract to show the fence was always there. 

I spent the following spring, summer and fall landscaping the property with the help of inmates from the county jail or on work release for community service. The Sheriff agreed because there was nowhere for his charges to go and they could be locked inside. I worked alongside them to help supervise and I fed them well. 

Having a fence such as this gave me a secure area to store seized property such as expensive boats, trucks, cars, motor vehicles until they could be disposed of. 

We planted creeping English Ivy along both sides the fence line, cleared the overgrown brush and planted trees and bushes giving the old armory grounds a park like setting. 

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My Mom woke me up the day of my interview one hour past when I should have been up. I set the alarm time on the digital alarm clock but forgot to slide the button over to actually set the snooze. 

I rushed around the house getting ready while trying to remember everything. I left the house with just enough time to spare until I got to my car. I had a flat tire. I hated to ask my Mom but what else could I do. 

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Anita was almost one hour late for her interview. Annoyed, I walked out to the gate and saw a green Honda Camry with two women in it parked in the street. One of them was trying to call someone on a cell phone. 

I walked out and flagged them down assuming one of them was Anita Jones and I was right. The other woman was her mother. It is said that you can tell what a young woman will look like when she gets older by looking at her mother....at sixty Anita's mother was still a looker, slim and trim with the same brown eyes and brown hair although it was much longer and pulled up in a French twist. There was no doubt that they were mother and daughter. 

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"I'm sorry I'm late!" I exclaimed jumping out of the car, "I had a flat tire and then I had to ask my Mom for a ride and in rushing I forgot the directions. We weren't sure it was the right address and I tried to call you on the phone but nobody answered and my alarm didn't go off and...."

"It is all right, Ms. Jones," he said interrupting and extending his hand for me to shake, "I'm Daniel Skinner," and he looked at Mom who was getting out of the car, "and this lovely lady must be your Mother," he added while shaking my hand and smiling. 

'My God,' I thought, 'he is gorgeous. I assumed I was going to be working for a much older man, damn Monique. I really need this job. 

I don't want to live at home all of my life. Why did I have to be late?' 

As he was shaking my Mom's hand I could tell she impressed by him and I was still thinking. 

'He has such blue eyes and a scar by his right eye. I wonder how he got that. It looks like his nose was broken once but wasn't set properly. That just gives Danny's face a rugged character. I wonder if he is married,' but Mom beat me to it.

"A pleasure, Mr. Skinner," Mom said, shaking his hand, "Are you married?"

'Why no lovely lady, are you looking for a husband? I might be available"

'Don't say it Mom. This is so embarrassing. It's bad enough that Mom had to drive me here like I was a child, don't say it.... damn too late'

"Not me I'm much too old for you," Mom said smiling and now thoroughly charmed by him, "But I know a very smart young lady who is looking for one....I'm only kidding. Did you know that my daughter is a Mensa member?"

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I picked up Anita's soft leather briefcase and then took her arm in mine. We walked to my office together. I could tell she was embarrassed and a little flustered but I pretended not to notice.

As we walked I was thinking, 'Anita doesn't look like anything I expected. Anita is a plump little thing and blushes so nicely. She has a wholesome innocence about her that is so refreshing. 

I can tell that Anita and her mother are very close. I never knew my real mother or my father and I envy her that. 

Anita has the softest brown eyes that I have ever seen. I am drawn to them and she has such kissable lips. I wonder if she has ever been kissed by a man?

Somehow I doubt that by the way Anita blushed when her mother was talking about her....'

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As we walked to his office I was thinking, 'Danny is so handsome. 

I would almost work for free. I hope I get this job. He can't be much more than thirty. Black hair and blue eyes... he is just yummy.' 

"This building used to be an armory, Ms. Jones. The first floor is for my bail bond and law practice as you can see. I live on the second floor and the third floor rooms are empty." 

I was just listened mesmerized as he spoke. Danny pulled a chair out for me to sit down and I sat, "I going to make a pot of coffee before the interview starts. Would you like a cup?

"Yes, milk and one sugar for me please."

He went into the next room and while Danny was gone I looked around his office. It was very austere and simply furnished. There was barrister bookcase full of law books. The two bottom shelves were completely full but the top shelf only contained a beat up copy Black's Legal Dictionary. 

His desk was uncluttered and organized with just an old fashion silver filigree fountain pen and common yellow cedar pencil adjacent to the white 8" x 11" tablet by his telephone. There was also a lead glass crystal candy dish full the little jelly beans. 

Danny returned with two large brown mugs of coffee and handed me one while placing two napkins in front of me on the desk. 

"I also take mine with milk and one sugar, Ms. Jones. Would you be offended if I asked you to bring me a cup of coffee?"

"No, of course not," I answered and wondering why he ask such a question. I always brought coffee to my Dad. 

"Very good, now tell me about you, Anita."

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I listened and asked a few questions but mostly listened. I approved of the way she was dressed; proper and conservative in a navy blue skirt and jacket; black shoes, a white frilly blouse and taupe stocking; very business-like. Anita's brown hair was styled in a short layered pixie haircut that didn't seem right for her. 


Jelly Bean and Her Bail Bondsman Ch. 01



But Anita was taking this interview seriously. Her youthful enthusiasm was catching. I was delighted with her and I could tell Anita really wanted this job because she oversold herself. 

I already made up my mind. As far as I was concerned I was buying in the figurative sense and all the pound sterling in Jolly Old England would not dissuade me. 

I would have to think it over to decide the best way to go about it. 

Anita has the same small frame as her mother and they are just about the same height. She certainly would look and feel better with the weight off. When that happened Anita's striking resemblance to Audrey Hepburn would be astounding. 

Strict but gentle seemed the best course of action. I would set the example and work alongside Anita. 

I'm sure that Anita could be an asset to the business and I hoped Anita would enjoy working for me until she got her teaching position. 

I would also have to do something about her nails...Anita bit them. 

I noticed Anita's mother's hands were nicely manicured and obviously professionally done; short and sensible with a clear coat of nail polish. What a knock out Anita could be; especially after seeing her mother. 

I also wondered if Anita was a virgin....well so much for mixing business with pleasure..." 

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I was sure I talked too much but Danny didn't seem to mind. 

He listened patiently and was looking at me thoughtfully with his baby blue eyes. Of course if he hired me I couldn't call him Danny. 

That wouldn't be proper. It would be Mr. Skinner. This was a business after all. I was not so nervous any more. He listens so patiently and seems so easy to talk to. 

At the end of the interview Danny said, "I will give you my decision in a week's time. I will say this though, I approve of the way you are dressed. I keep with a dress code for myself during business hours and will expect the same for my hire."

I just nodded hopefully. Danny was wearing a suit and tie. I was glad I listened to Mom when she helped me select my clothes. Mom was right. I would tell her what Danny said about them. 

I also wished I listened to Mom and not had my almost waist length hair cut short for this interview. I could have just pinned it up like I did with my other ones. I look nice with my hair pinned up in a bun. 

Mom taught me several ways to do it. We did our hair in those styles for church, holidays or other special occasions when we dress up. 

Dad calls Mom and me his gentle ladies.

I never went to a salon for my haircuts; not even when I was in college. Mom always did that for me and for Aunt Joyce. We never had bangs or layers. Mom cut our hair perfectly straight across the bottom. Aunt Joyce, Mom's sister cuts Mom's hair the same way. 

Stubborn me, I had just enough money in the credit union to buy four new tires for my car but instead decided to make an appointment with the most exclusive and expensive hair salon in town, "Monique's. I was thinking a chin length blunt cut bob that I could easily grow if I didn't like it. 

To make a long story short the place was almost opulent in décor while Monique' was charming and very persuasive. 

We spent almost an hour just discussing my haircut, the consultation. Monique convinced me that I was hiding behind my long hair and while the bob was a step in the right direction, an edgy, modern cropped hair cut would project confidence and a professional image to my prospective employer while still being attractive and sexy to the discriminating male. 

I left Monique's 3 hours later and $250.00 poorer with a balance of $20.00 in my checking account. 

"I have to appear in court in ninety minutes. Would you like to call your Mother for a ride? You can use my telephone if you wish."

"No thank you, Mr. Skinner. I have Mom on speed dial in my cell phone."

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Anita put her briefcase on my desk and slid it forward to open the flap to get her cell phone. She knocked her coffee cup over in the process spilling her cold coffee on my desk and onto my lap which caused me to stand suddenly. 

"I'm so sorry Mr. Skinner, let me help you!" Anita exclaimed as she grabbed the briefcase to get the napkins underneath. She then managed to knock over my empty coffee cup which I caught, but sent the candy dish crashing to the floor scattering jelly beans and pieces of lead glass in all directions. 

Anita dropped her briefcase napkins in hand and tried to come around the desk to get to me. She caught her shoe on the leg of the desk and tripped leaving her shoe behind. I caught her and pulled her close while picking her up and swinging her away from the broken glass. 

As I put Anita down I stepped back with my hands on her waist. She looked up at me, blushing.

"Are you hurt, Ms. Jones? I asked, very amused with the surprised and embarrassed blush on her pretty face. 

"No; I'm so embarrassed, Danny, I mean Mr. Skinner, I...."

I interrupted Anita by putting my index finger over her lips and watched her eyes get big...big soft and brown; Anita is so smart but so naive and innocent in the ways of men and women. She would be delightful to have around. 

"Hush, you have done enough talking for today. It was an accident plain and simple. Nobody was hurt." I quietly said while looking down into Anita soft brown eyes, "You should call your mother now....."

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I'm such a klutz. I helped Danny clean up my mess and he then went upstairs to change clothes. I was certain that Danny would never hire me now. Thank goodness my coffee was cold and I didn't burn him.

I only took a couple of sips from the cup with all the talking I did. 

Danny made me sit in the chair with my hands folded in my lap like a naughty child until Mom pulled into the driveway out front to pick me up. He then took my arm and briefcase and escorted me outside. Danny opened the door for me to get in and closed it before walking around to talk to my Mom.

"Well Mr. Skinner, how did my baby's interview go? 

'Oh, Mother!' I thought, "Why did you have to call me your baby in front of him. I love you Mom, but now I'm really embarrassed.' 

"It went swimmingly, Mrs. Jones. Isn't that right, jelly bean?" He said looking at me and smiling. I just nodded, thinking, "Great, now he's making fun of me. I can kiss this job goodbye.' 

I saw him looking at Mom's purse and at the photograph of Mom and me together when my hair was long. It was taken when I graduated from college at our summer house in Maine. Mom had it put in a small plastic picture frame holder made for her key chain.

"Who are those two beautiful ladies in the picture?" Danny asked, "Are they sisters?" 

"You really are a charmer, Mr. Skinner. That's Anita and me last year at the summer house in Maine on the beach. What do you think of her new look."

"Well....its, ah, boyish, I mean very appropriate for a young girl... young lady who is serious about entering the job market."

'Don't say it, Mom...don't say it,' I thought.

"I have other pictures from when Anita was a baby to the present. Would you like to see them?"

"I have some time before court, yes I would be delighted."

Mom looked at both of us and smiled......

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I sulked in my room for the rest of the day looking through the want-ads in the newspaper I refused to talk about my interview....the perfect opportunity and oh well, clumsy me. I would never have my own apartment.

I went downstairs and looked in the cupboards for something to eat and there was nothing to eat...at least not what I wanted, junk food and no great loss I was too fat anyway.

The tire on my car was still flat and would be until Dad came home to change it. I dreaded telling them I spent all that money on a haircut. Somehow I realized they wouldn't be impressed.

I just stood there looking at the flat tire and feeling sorry for myself when Mom pulled in with the groceries.

"Give me a hand with the groceries will you baby?" Mom said getting out of her car.

I dutifully followed Mom into the house with several bags in each hand and as I was helping her put them away when Mom asked, "Did you have a good sulk?" and I blew up at her.

"Did you have to call me your baby in front of Danny, Mom, did you? 

It is bad enough I made a clumsy fool of myself. 

It's bad enough I spilled coffee on Danny and then broke an expensive candy dish.

I'm not a baby; I'm twenty years old for goodness sake. Can you imagine what Danny thought when you called me that? 

It's bad enough Danny thinks that I'm a young girl who looks like a boy?" 

"Is it Danny now? What happened to Mr. Skinner?"

"I meant Mr. Skinner."

"Of course you did."

"You can return all the blouses and skirts we bought. I don't need them. I can't even buy my tires now. I did a stupid thing and spent $250.00 on this ridiculous boy's haircut!" 

"That was your decision to waste your money that way, Anita. Your father bought you that car for you to use with the stipulation you maintain it. It is going to sit in the driveway with a flat tire until you can afford four new tires and a spare." 

"Don't you get it Mom; he's never going to hire me. Even if I find a minimum wage job I can't afford to drive. How will I get to work?"

"You can walk or take the bus ....the car stays put."

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Mr. Skinner called exactly a week from the day of the interview. I was certain that he was going to hire my baby. Call it a Mother's intuition. 

"Good morning lovely lady. This is Daniel Skinner. Is your sister, I mean your daughter at home?"

"Good morning, Daniel," I said, smiling, "You don't mind that I call you Daniel, do you Mr. Skinner."

"Please do."

"Well in that case you may call me Mary. Anita is at work."

"I don't understand? Who is Anita working for?"

"Anita got a job as a waitress at Zane's truck stop on Route 17. I hear the food is very good there despite the rough crowd. Can I take a message?"

There was a pause in the conversation as if Daniel was caught by surprise or was thinking......"I see, well thank you for your time, Mary. Good bye."

I sat there thinking, 'Yes, yes, I just knew it.'

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Getting out of my recently acquired red Corvette convertible, I walked completely around the building to see if there were other doors besides the front entrance. There was a back door near the kitchen. Judging from the cigarette butts in a metal pail full of sand the employees took their smoke breaks there. The perimeter of the building and parking lot was clean and tidy; an indication the inside was the same

Satisfied I went inside and sat in a corner booth near the kitchen so I could watch both entrances. Old habits are hard to break and being aware of my surroundings has always served me well. 

Most of the customers were truckers and dressed for the road. I was the odd man out in a suit and tie. 

There was no sign of Anita yet. One of the waitresses seeing me looking around caught my eyes. She reached behind the server's station hesitating while doing something with her hands. 

She walked over to me with a menu in her left hand and I watched her slip something in her dress pocket with her right. 

"I'm Sally and I'll be your server this afternoon. Can I start you out with something to drink?" She asked while handing me the menu. 

Sally is a tall voluptuous and buxom in her early forties. I'd say about five-nine in height and about one- hundred-forty in weight. Sally's flaming red hair was styled in a single thick braid that just brushed the top of her tight little ass. She had a beautiful figure and flaunted it nicely in her tight fitting brown polyester dress and white apron. Sally gave me a little show as she walked over....a little tease. 

She was studying me boldly with her green eyes. Her eyes said, "I'm available". I was tempted as I checked her out, especially the third finger on her left hand..... No engagement ring.

"I'll have a cup of hot tea. Does the Chili here taste as good as you smell, Sally? If I'm not mistaken you're wearing Jovan." 

That didn't faze Sally a bit, "Yes, I'm wearing Jovan Musk."

Sally leaned in close and whispered, "Do you like?"

"I like very much and no doubt so does your husband." 

I was teasing Sally and she knew it. Sally wasn't married. Waitresses work hard for their money and I respect that. 

They will often wear a wedding band to keep from getting hit on by customers. The lack of an engagement ring was another clue. 

"I only wear it to keep away unwanted advances. But you already know that handsome. I was looking at your hand too," Sally said smiling and touching it with hers'."

I tugged on her braid, "Do you want me to advance, beautiful?" I asked smiling and enjoying the batter. 

"Isn't it obvious?" 

"I like it hot and spicy, Red. But unfortunately I'm here on business and will have to settle for a bowl of chili and a cup of tea....for now."

After Sally left, I was thinking about waitresses in general and then about the only married woman I ever had as a lover. 

Barbara was the only person I ever told about my almost adoption. 

Back then all I wanted was to get laid. I am not much a drinker now except for wine with a meal or an occasional glass of bitter India pale ale or stout. I like brandy over of Irish whiskey over a game of chess. 

I have always had a sweet tooth though and especially for ice cream and jelly beans. 

Waitresses were always a good bet. They told that I was charming in a rough sort of way with the gift of gab. I always had plenty of bed partners with waitresses and a warm place to sleep. They took me home with them and babied me; they also screwed my brains out.

I met Barbara in the Manhattan Criminal Court on Centre Street. We were the only two passengers in an elevator when the power went out during a city blackout. The emergency generator was offline due to some construction going in the basement. 

Barbara was buxom strawberry blonde who normally wore her middle of the back length hair in a tight bun at the base of her neck and dressed very prim and proper except when she was with me. 

Her husband was a doctor who regularly attended lengthy retreats somewhere on the Hudson River. Barbara implied prayer was an option. 

I met with Barbra all over New York State and always at a different bed & breakfast until we found one with plenty of sand. 

Her beautiful hair was always down then or she wore it in a ponytail. 

Barbara would curl it for me if I asked. When she was with me Barbara dressed to show off her marvelous figure and she wore makeup. Barbara was a vivacious fifty when our affair started. 

I was eighteen and I loved her. 

Barbra taught me to dance and how to act and dress in polite company. I went with Barbara to my first Renaissance Fair in Sterling, New York and while we were there I bought her a red ribbon for her ponytail. 

After that day Barbara always told me that I made her feel young again; I didn't understand what she meant at the time. 

Barbara surprised me with a gift of a leather bound copy of Black's Law Dictionary at our next bed & breakfast romantic tryst. We made a game out of it asking each other questions and creating scenarios for pretend cases and then argued actual ones. I carried that law dictionary and another dictionary with me when I was on the road to read when I wasn't driving or was on stakeout to pass the time. 

Barbara saw something in me and encouraged me to get a High School Equivalency and then attend college. Our affair lasted two years when Barbara broke it off suddenly without an explanation. 

Shortly after I passed the New York Bar at thirty, I received a package by a Private Currier Service and I signed for it. 

It was from a Law Firm in New York City; the name of the firm is not important. 

Inside the cardboard box was an envelope with the Firm's Letter head on it and inside the envelope was a newspaper clipping? 

There was also a rectangular lead glass crystal candy dish containing a solid sterling silver filigree fountain pen and a common cedar pencil? 

There was also a note in the candy dish, the most priceless gift of all. 

It was written on fine linen parchment that was tied with red ribbon; the ribbon I gave her at the fair and was secured with a wax seal. I opened the note first to read Barbra's flowing handwriting? 

The note simply said, "Always marry for love and then remain true. Never be ashamed of where you come from; therein lies your strength. I always knew you had it in you. I love you Danny." 

I recognized the pen; Barbara carried it with her always. It was a gift from her parents when she graduated from Law School and then held in trust for me by the law firm after Barbara died.

That was the first time in my adult life that I cried.... 

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My first day was terrible. Being new I've been assigned the worst tables and have to work the counter were the tips are generally lousy. Sally had to step in five times to correct my orders and mollify my customers because of my mistakes... God bless her. I was nervous and dropping things. The men here make me so nervous. I have been hit on more times than I can count from males sixteen to seventy. 

Sally had to cover my section for almost an hour on my first day when I was groped by a Mexican trucker. Zane chased him out of the restaurant with a baseball bat and then took out the headlights on the Mexican's truck for good measure. 

I was a wreck and I locked myself in the bathroom and cried.

I' m able to handle things better now, but sometimes we get so busy it makes my head spin. I hate Jason the day cook. He was always leering at me. 

He whispered lewd things to me that made me blush when I picked up my orders. Seeing this Sally stepped in and threatened to cut Jason's balls off with a rusty knife and now Jason won't even look at me...good. 

We sit together during our breaks and talk. Sally feels I need to find another line of work but has my back for as long as I work here. 

Sally suggested that I follow up for my teaching job while I work here, but in the mean time I should call Danny and keep on calling until he hires me. Funny, that is exactly what Mom said..."

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I finally saw Anita filling coffee cups for two unwashed and dirty looking men in their early twenties. They were wearing stained and greasy leather jackets and sitting on stools at the counter near the cash register. 

One of them was a large porcine looking brute with a shaved head and the start of a big belly. 

The other was a skinny greasy little weasel with no chin. He had filthy dirty hair sticking out in all directions under the camouflage bandana tied around small head rodent looking head. He also had a high nasal laugh like a donkey braying every time big mouth porcine man made a joke or stupid comment. 

I didn't hear what they said to Anita but they were laughing as she walked away blushing with a coffee pot to refill the cups for the customers at her tables. 

As Anita was returning to stand behind the counter the big porcine one slapped her ass. I'd seen enough damn them. Anita wasn't some low woman or biker's whore to be treated like that. She would start today and would be leaving with me as soon as possible. 

Sally was right on top of it though and was telling them to behave when I walked up behind them. They weren't wearing colors so it was obvious that they were not affiliated with any known gang. 

"Ms. Jones, may I have a word with you, please?" and when Anita saw me her face lit up and that made me feel so good. 




Jelly Bean and Her Bail Bondsman Ch. 01



"Danny, I mean Mr. Skinner. What are you doing here?"

"Oh, Danny what are you doing here?" the porcine loudmouth said mockingly and the weasel was laughing in his nasal bray and slapping the counter while looking at Anita. 

"Ignore these trash, Ms. Jones. The job is yours if you want it. I would like you to start today to give you your orientation." 

There were two burly seasoned truckers sitting on stools at the far end of the counter watching us as if they were expecting trouble. They saw me watching them out of the corner of my eye and one of them nodded, solemnly. 

"Of course I'll take the job Mr. Skinner," Anita said smiling and I was thinking, 'what a beautiful smile my little jelly bean has.'

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"My shift will be over in an hour. Can you give me a ride?" I asked hopefully, "My car is well, indisposed at the time."

"Forget it Danny, she is going to give us a blow job and then we'll ride Anita for you," the big lout said standing and getting right in Danny's face. 

"That's right," the small one said looking at me and rubbing his groin. I had them pegged right away for what they were, disgusting louts and I tried to ignore them but now I was just plain scared. 

Things got real quiet and it seemed everybody was watching us. Danny is a true gentlemen and so soft spoken. They looked mean and tough. 

I bet they were carrying knives and now they were going to hurt him. 

Sally tried to get in between them, buying time and I was thinking, 'Where in the world is Zane. Go get Zane, Sally, go get Zane.'

"Alright, funs over. Why don't you two boys stop kidding and sit down. Order anything you want. It's on the house." 

"Shut your pie-hole, bitch," the bald one said to Sally while poking Danny in the chest with his index finger, "I'm talking to the pretty faggot here."

"Red," Danny commanded quietly taking a couple of steps back, his eyes never leaving the two of them, "Step away and give me some room, "And the tone of his voice changed ever so slightly, "It is time to put out the trash." 

I was thinking, 'No Danny, don't. Wait for Zane. Why doesn't somebody get up and help him.' 

"I'm waiting, faggot," the loudmouth sneered.

"Try poking me again," Danny said quietly. When the big lout tried Danny moved quickly to one side grabbing the man's wrist and elbow while applying pressure and twisting. 

I think Danny must have kicked his feet from under the lout because in a blink of an eye baldy went crashing to the floor onto his stomach. Danny had his foot on the lout's back and the arm was straight up in the air with his hand bent at the wrist. 

Fortunately somebody did get up and help. The two trucker's at the end of my counter who ordered double helpings of hot roast beef with gravy, lots of gravy over mashed potatoes, including the vegetable of the day, corn. They were so hungry when they came in they had dessert first. They helped themselves to apple pie with cheddar cheese in the refrigerated case at the end of the counter where they were sitting. 

I rushed over to stop them but too late. They smiled and placed their orders. They then both of them handed me twenty-two dollars each and told me to keep the change. They asked me when I started working here and teased me about the look on my face when they helped themselves to the pie. One of them had a daughter my age in college and showed me her picture. 

They were holding the little lout's arms behind his back by the wrists. 

One of them was anyway; the other was opening and closing a switchblade that he took out of the little lout's leather jacket pocket. 

"It seems we have a situation here," Danny said quietly while applying pressure to the big one's hand and wrist, "Do I let you go, or do I call the Sheriff. I can simply break your wrist and still call the Sheriff. How many good people have you terrorized and gotten away with?" 

"Like she said, Mr. Skinner," the little one whined, referring to Sally, "We were only kidding." 

"Shut your mouth. When I give you permission to speak you both will apologize to Ms. Jones and," he looked at Sally. 

"Ms. McCarthy," Sally offered and Danny replied, "Thank you, Red."

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The idiot on the floor finally found his voice and was trying to bluff his way out, "Go ahead and call the fucking Sheriff. We're Hell Dogs. Go ahead and break my wrist. One telephone call and you fucking disappear off the fucking face of the earth."

"Yah, that's right, were Hell Dogs, faggot." The little weasel repeated.

"Well if that's the case there is only one thing to do," SNAP, I simply broke his wrist and let go to step back while he scrambled to a sitting position to hold his broken wrist to his chest as he rocked back and forth in pain.."

"You are a poltroon and a liar, big mouth," I said, taking my business card out of my pocket and throwing it the floor next to him. 

"Thank you for your help gentlemen. If there is anything that I can do for you just ask. You can keep the switchblade. Please let go of the weasel so that he can help his clueless leader."

The little weasel helped the big porcine idiot to his feet not meeting my eyes. 

"Take him to the hospital or not. It makes no difference to me but I have changed my mind. I won't have you soil these gentle lady's ears any further with your disingenuous apologies. Your apologies would be as worthless as you both are. 

I'm not going to call the Sheriff. I have something worse in mind. You have my card. Ask around about me and then pray I don't make that telephone call. Out with you trash. You have thirty seconds to be off the property......"

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Danny was willing to take them both on for me. He didn't even need a baseball bat. What kind of a man is he? They ran out of there. What did Danny mean by "that telephone call?" Danny stuck up for me and Sally too. He called us gentle ladies.

I just stood there after they left not sure what to do...correct that. 

I knew what I wanted to do; what the romance novels my Mom loves to read said I should do but I was too shy and unsure of myself around men to try. 

Nobody cheered afterward like they do in romance novels. But there were some heads nodding in approval and the thumbs up before everybody went back minding their own business. 

I finished my shift while Danny sat at the counter and talked with Zane and the truckers who helped him. He ate two bowls of Chili. Sally was back and forth flirting with him and I was stewing in my own juices...I thought Sally was my friend.

At the end of my shirt I came out of the bathroom from changing out of my uniform into my blue jeans, sneakers and a loose white peasant blouse that had embroidery on the sleeves and collar. Danny took my arm and walked me to his Corvette. I was imagining that I was his lover and other naughty thoughts like that. 

Just as Danny was helping me in and had closed the door Sally came running out of the restaurant. She had taken her hair out of her braid and it was streaming behind her as she ran like a wavy red flag to settle over her shoulders and down below her waist when she stopped. 

Sally knew what to do. Sally put her arms around Danny's neck and kissed his mouth and I mean really kissed him, long and deep. Danny was enjoying it. It was if I wasn't even there. 

I slid down in my seat and pretended that I didn't notice but I watched the whole thing. Danny kissed her back and his strong hands were buried in Sally's long red tresses when they should have been in mine. Danny should be kissing me like that. 

I watched Sally put her hand at the base of her throat and she was damn near panting. She looked flustered...Sally flustered? 

How do I compete with that? How do I compete with figure like Sally's and with all that hair? I used to have beautiful long brown hair and now I look like plump boy. Damn you Monique...no, damn me for listening to her. I hate the way I look. 

It will take me years to have hair like that again, years......

Danny got in next and reached behind me. I hoped that he was going to pull me close to him and kiss me. That would show Sally. 

Instead Danny grabbed my seat belt shoulder harness and hesitated before saying, "You are officially on the clock now Ms. Jones. Please sit up straight so that I can buckle you in."

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"Yes Sir," my little jelly bean said while sitting up straight and folding her hands on her lap. 

Anita was looking straight ahead with her lips poised in a pout; now how cute is that? Anita is such a baby in some ways, but in a cute ways. Imagine, pouting at her age. 

I can't help it that Sally kissed me like that, or that I enjoyed it and kissed her back. 

It was a marvelous and spontaneous thing. Sally is a beautiful woman and she took her hair down for me. The kiss was a gift....her way of saying thank you. I tasted the real Sally with her guard down, not the tough waitress who probably looked after Anita since day one. 

Sally McCarthy is a class act and a fine brave lady and I am definitely going to follow up on those kisses. 

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He glanced at me a few times and was smiling. Perhaps I was making a mountain out of a mole hill. There was an accident up ahead and I couldn't just sit there. I'm going to kiss him and thank him when we stop....good here goes...

I touched his arm, and he turned and looked at me with those blue eyes...."Yes, Ms. Jones," and I chickened out.

"What did you mean when you told those louts about the telephone call?"

"They are cowardly thugs plain and simple. They were not wearing colors, or if you like insignias that proclaimed themselves as members of a gang. 

Biker gangs take such things very seriously. The Hell Cats in particular. They can be very violent, but they are also discrete and keep tightly to themselves. They seldom go into straight places and when they do they do not bring attention to themselves."

"But what about the telephone call?"

"That was a bluff and breaking his wrist raised the stakes to make the bluff convincing. In their minds I let them off easy."

"Do you know any Hell Cats?"

"Personally, no, but I have contacts who do; hangers-out. They would get the word out for me.

"What could happen to the louts if the hangers-out got the word out?"

"If the louts... I like the way you put that Anita for it is a very lady like way to describe them. If they were wearing the Hell Cat's colors and were not members they would be killed; claiming affiliation and then bringing attention to the Hell Cats; definitely the loss of one or both ears as a warning. Especially if the police were called and their subsequent arrest was reported to the papers with the name Hell Cats mentioned."

I shivered when he told me that and noticing Danny took my hand and squeezed it. 

"The important thing is you're safe and they will never bother you again. I've met your Mother. Mary is a lovely woman. I can tell you two are very close and that your Mom loves you very much. 

Someone once wrote, "Never be ashamed of where you come from for therein lies your strength. You are your Mother's daughter, Anita."

Danny let go of my hand and became quiet and thoughtful... but so was I......

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Danny got out first and opened the car door for me like my Dad always does for Mom. 

"It's still light out Ms. Jones. I will give you part of your orientation while we walk the path along the fence line." 

This time Danny did all the talking while I asked a few pertinent questions. It actually sounded exciting because there might be a certain amount of travel involved and possibly overnights. I learned that I would be signing a non-disclosure agreement and could not discuss any confidential matters and that was just fine.

It was like we were in our own little world inside the former armory compound. The beautiful ivy that had overgrown the fence guaranteed us privacy and Danny explained he tried to create a private park like setting. 

It was getting dark when we finally went inside. I would be starting tomorrow morning at 9:00 o'clock sharp. We went into his office and as he pulled a chair for me to sit on. I noticed that the broken candy dish was in the bookcase next to the well worn law dictionary. 

Danny had glued it back together as best he could and put the silver fountain pen and pencil inside of it. His jelly beans were now in a small unbreakable plastic Tupperware container. 

"Your office will be in the large room near the front door on the left," he said sitting down and removing official looking documents from the drawer. 

"Take this home and read it. Tomorrow morning you will sign them in the presence of a Notary Public. The County clerk will notarize for free.

What size ring do you wear, Ms. Jones?"

"I'm really not sure," I answered, wondering why Danny would ask me that.

"Let me see your hands."

I held them out across the desk and Danny took them gently in his and was frowning. He was looking at my nails...I bite them.

"This is totally unacceptable," he said sternly, "biting your nails like a child. 

The minute you sign and get your contract you will stop! You will be spending time with me in public and your appearance reflects," and changing the tone of his voice ever so slightly, "Do you understand, Ms. Jones?"

"Yes, Sir," I said looking down. He was using the same tone as he used with the louts. There would be no compromise.

"Good, very good, that concludes your orientation," Danny said, while still holding my hands, "We are officially off the clock.

"Anita, look at me," he said kindly and I looked into his blue eyes and Danny was smiling now.

"You have beautiful little hands, Anita" he said quietly while gazing into my brown eyes, "dainty and smooth petite hands with such long fingers," he was giving me goose bumps and my face felt warm, "a pretty girl like you should be showing off such beautiful hands." 

I was thinking about Mom and Aunt Joyce and how they did each other's nails. People were always asking where they had them done.

"Would you do something for me, Anita? Would you please stop biting your nails?" I just nodded my head while looking back into his blue eyes. Danny kissed my hands just like in romance novels and then he squeezed them before letting go. OK, I admit it, I read them too. 

I thought I was going to faint, he kissed my hands. 

"I'm going to change my clothes before I bring you home. You should call your parents and let them know that you are fine and will be home shortly." 

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After I dropped Anita home I stopped by Zane's Truck Stop for coffee and a dish of ice cream, the later if Sally wasn't there. 

Just a hunch but I had a feeling that Sally might be there and I was right. I had a black linen sports jacket and a white long sleeve shirt in a garment bag in the trunk depending on where we ended up. 

Sally was wearing form fitting blue jeans and a deep emerald green silk and cotton blouse that set off her beautiful red hair that was fixed in a nice ponytail. 

She was sitting with a waitress who was on break. Seeing me Sally got up quickly but then caught herself and smiled, not wanting to appear too eager and let me walk over to her. 

I walked over and introduced myself to the other waitress. If nothing else my dear Barbara taught the importance of being polite in gentle company. 

I took Sally's arm and said, "Well beautiful, where would you like to go? Do you dance?"

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I was so excited that I could hardly stand it. We went to City Hall to get my papers notarized and then Mom dropped me off at work. Tomorrow was going to be another nice day. 

I decided that I would walk to work in nice weather. It should only take half an hour at a brisk walk.

The last thing I expected was that Danny would invite Mom in for coffee and apple turnovers or that Dad would send me flowers. 

Dad sent 2 dozen long stem white roses. Mom said that Dad offered to pick me up after work but I informed her firmly that I would rather walk.

As much as I enjoyed my Mom's visit I wanted to be alone with Danny. He looked so different now with a suit and tie, so different when he brought me home the day before. 

Yesterday evening Danny was wearing black boots, black jeans and a tight black muscle shirt that looked like it was painted on...wow, talk about a bad boy look. That shirt showed off his barrel chest, lean ropey muscles and flat washboard stomach. Danny helped me in and closed the door of the Corvette before vaulting into the driver's side seat without opening the door. 

"I'm sorry for showing off," Danny said smiling, "I wanted to do this since I got it. I've owned the Corvette for a week and today's the first time I drove it. I'm not sure I'm going to keep it. What good is a fast car unless you have a pretty girl sitting next to you? 

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Anita's first morning at work was pretty much what I expected. Mary dropped her off and naturally I invited her in for coffee and fresh apple turnovers I bought earlier. No doubt Mary was curious to see what kind of man her daughter was working for and particularly after the incident in the restaurant.....the dirt bags. 

Anita gave her Mom a short tour of the first floor and then we all took a stroll on the grounds before I served them refreshments. Mary's hair was up again and this time styled in a braided bun. Unlike that short boyish haircut, I would love see Anita wearing her hair this way on occasion. 

I had to take a private telephone call and I walked outside to take it. While there I saw a small red pickup truck pull in front of the building.

A familiar looking woman in her late forties got out and walked to the bed to take something out. She was struggling to lift a large potted jade plant and I walked over to help her.

As she turned I held out my hand in introduction, "Good morning. I'm Daniel Skinner and you must be Anita's Aunt Joyce. It is obvious that beauty runs in Anita's Mom's side of the family.

Joyce was a honey blonde with the same slim and petite but well rounded figure of her sister. She was wearing a light green muslin dress and had sandals on her small feet. It occurred to me that Mary was wearing similar sandals and the same dress in pale yellow. 

Joyce's hair was pulled back in a long ponytail and tied with a green silk scarf. Joyce looked me over boldly as she shook my hand. I was thinking, 'It is obvious were Anita gets her looks. Joyce is another beautiful woman. I'd love to run my hands through that thick blonde hair....' 

"I'm pleased to meet you Daniel. Please call me Joyce. I've never met a bail bondsman let alone a bail bondsman who is also a lawyer. I used to come here when this was a flea market. I sell Avon. We have products for men if you are interested. Patty Shriver used to sell her natural homemade soap here on Sunday. Do you know Patty? I am partial to her spearmint or almond soap."

"No, I've never had the pleasure. But it is certainly a pleasure to meet another beautiful woman from Anita's family, Joyce. Would you like to join the other lady's for coffee? 

I'll carry the jade plant. I hear they bring good luck..."

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The first thing that Danny had me do after Mom and Aunt Joyce left was to start organizing his files. That was a monumental task in itself. Nothing was in alphabetical order. His files were in cardboard boxes with covers; the kind of boxes that computer paper comes in. 

The boxes were neatly stacked on the floor, at least 100 boxes and they had numbers on them; 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, etcetera. Amazingly, Danny can recall where a particular file is from memory.




Jelly Bean and Her Bail Bondsman Ch. 01



I am very good with numbers. Mathematics always came easy for me; any kind of math. This was not a good system. Danny wanted my opinion on the best way to organize them so that anyone working for him could find the particular file he asked for. 

We went to an office supply store and Danny gave me great latitude to order whatever I thought was necessary. I didn't go overboard but I can tell you how good it made me feel that Danny was taking me seriously and trusted me to do this for him. 

It was well past lunch time by then and I get a one hour unpaid lunch break.

As we were leaving Danny suggested, "Well Ms. Jones, it is lunch time and you must be hungry. You didn't have an apple turnover, just coffee?"

'That's because I'm on a diet, Danny,' I was thinking, 'Mom and I had a long talk about my weight last night and then a good cry when I said I was her mother's daughter and I should start looking like one.'

"I wasn't hungry, Sir." I replied, still thinking, 'Not just a diet but a complete lifestyle change. Move more and eat less. I know the scientific formula to burn calories and the relative values of carbohydrates, proteins, sugars and fats. That's part is easy; now I have an incentive, you. 

Yes sir, Mr. Skinner, you are going to be my project.'

"Technically you are off the clock during lunch time and may take it when you choose assuming of course we are not busy. It's in your contract Anita. 

I'm hungry now. It will take me just a minute to call ahead and get takeout from Chang's or you can join me in a booth."

"So, technically we're not boss and secretary if I accept?"

"Yes, I would say that is the case."

'Well here goes,' I thought, 'my first big step. I'm going to kiss him and finally thank him. He must taste wonderful. Here goes Anita you can do this.' 

"That would be nice, Danny. But only if you let me buy," and I thinking, 'Darn me, I should have kissed him.'

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Anita sat across from me and ordered first, steamed vegetables with white rice. She must be on a diet so good for her. She was no novice to Chinese food and handled her chopsticks like a native. I had a taste for hot & sour soup and steamed dumplings.

We had a delightful lunch together sharing 2 pots of Chang's special blend tea and just talking. Anita is well read and her vocabulary reflects that. I love the way Anita brings the tea cup to her lips in both her little hands as she sips from it, or how she arranges her cloth napkin on her lap just so after daintily wiping her lips. I got my little jelly bean to laugh. Anita has a sweet musical laugh like the tinkling of little silver Christmas bells. 

I coaxed many shy smiles from her; shy and sweet warm smiles. It has been a long time since anyone has called me Danny and smiled at me that way. It sounds nice coming from Anita's kissable lips....kissable but not yet. 

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I love saying that, Danny, Danny, Danny and Danny. He touched my hands while we talked giving me the courage to squeeze his back. But goodness, Danny can be so funny without being vulgar. The food was good but my dinner partner was delightful. Danny looks into my eyes when he talks and everything....we went well past the lunch hour...

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"Can you believe it Joyce? Anita has been working there for 3 weeks now and I've never seen her happier. She lost 10 pounds and has stopped biting her nails. Marvin and I tried everything to get her to stop. That's one of the reason's I called. Would you like to have a girl's manicure night later; you me and Anita?"

"What time, Mary?'

"How about eight?"

"Eight is good for me. Is that hot boss of your daughter's going to be there? If he doesn't ask Anita for her hand soon I just might been interested. 

"What will your husband say when he hears of your infidelity, Joyce?" 

"Don't tell me you haven't looked Mary I know better?"

"Well, you got me there," I admitted, "You should have seen Daniel the evening after the altercation at the truck stop. It looked like his shirt was painted on when he brought Anita home. It is said that clothes make the gentlemen. Daniel he looked so hot and dangerously sexy, anything but a gentleman. 

"Right, like either of us is going to do anything but talk about it Mary, what fun."

"I may have had my doubts at first until I heard that Daniel stepped in to protect her. You have to admit he won't let anything happen to Anita. Marvin thinks the same but also that Daniel is too old for her."

"And then you pointed out to Marvin the differences in your ages; you didn't listen to Dad either..."

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Anita has worked here nine months and still walks to work unless the weather is particularly nasty. My jelly bean addresses me as Danny all the time now unless there are clients in the building or Joyce and Mary stop to have lunch with Anita. I insist on Mr. Skinner then. As much as I want to I haven't kissed her yet. We have had a few more lunches together at Chang's and I think of it as our place now. 

I really don't mind her family stopping in as long as Anita gets her work done. 

The diet and exercise have really paid. Anita is down to one-hundred-twenty and holding and her short pixie cut is now almost an ear length blunt bob. 

I keep Anita busy with various projects. I have Anita looking into the feasibility of doing closings on the sales of residential property, her idea and a good one. I have no real interest in practicing criminal law at this time. 

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I have been working for Danny for nine months and loving every minute of it. There is no point in kissing him now for saving me but I am sure he knows. I'm very relaxed around him; even when Danny is serious or grumpy. I feel I can ask him anything. 

I have seen Danny watching me and smiling. Thank goodness in another four months I will have grown all the layers in my hair and will finally have a perfect bottom of my ear length blunt bob. I keep my hair out of my face with barrettes or a head band while at work but not during lunch to see if Danny notices. 

I have my own apartment now, a small cozy efficiency apartment. 

The downside is that my walk to work is 45 minutes; but on the plus side I'm 15 minutes from home. 

I'm only twelve hundred dollars away from paying Dad outright for the car that he bought for me. Not that I am ungrateful, I explained my position to Dad, but I will not drive it until I own it outright and can purchase my own insurance. 

I discussed the whole thing over with Danny and he agrees with me. We have such wonderful conversations during our private lunches in or out of the office and we talk about everything.

Danny works out in the morning and I'm always a half-hour early to make him his coffee; not because I have too but because I want to. 

Danny often comes up from the basement in just his gym shorts and sneakers to have his coffee. He never wears a shirt and he is just dripping with perspiration. 

I have watched him hit the heavy bag and his hands are a blur. In between punches when I least expect it Danny will spin around and kick it; he can kick really high. 

I have completely stopped biting my nails and Aunt Joyce gave me a gift of makeup the first night we got together to do my nails; imagine me wearing makeup. 

Danny certainly notices, even the most subtle change of eye shadow or lipstick. I test him to see if he notices. Danny will simply say "lipstick" or "eye shadow" and I can't fool him even if I change it several times during the work day.

Now we girls....Aunt Joyce, Mom and I get together for an hour of stretching and calisthenics every other day. I walk and exercise every day now. They also do their kegel exercises those nights as a preventive measure but I wonder? The women in our family never had those kinds of problems. They also treat me more like an adult now and we talk about things that I didn't know they knew about...at their age. 

I read up on kegel and there are other benefits for strengthening those muscles.... they will come in handy when the time comes. I started doing them in my apartment when I am alone.

Danny makes me so horny that I can hardly stand it. I take long baths pleasuring myself just thinking about him. I want to suck on his cock and feel it inside of me; goodness what naughty thoughts. I was never like this before I met my Danny...isn't it wonderful?

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Apparently Anita wasn't about to wait for me to kiss her. There were some unique circumstances behind our first kiss. 

It was a cold clear day in February. Things were slow and we were caught up on everything. We decided to have lunch at Chang's and Anita wanted to walk.

Anita bought herself a new navy blue wool coat that came down to her knees and the coat had a deep practical hood. She was also purchased a pair of knee high black leather boots lined with sheepskin. 

On the way there Anita was excitedly was telling me that it was official. Last night she had taken all of her "fat clothes" as she put it, clothing that were too big for her to the Salvation Army drop box and good riddance. 

"Mom, Aunt Joyce and I are going shopping for my new wardrobe. I'm buying just enough clothes to get me by until I hit my goal of 115 lbs."

"A pretty lady deserves pretty things," I said taking her hand and squeezing, "Perhaps it's not my place to say but I'm speaking as Danny now. I'm very proud of you. You look better and no doubt you feel better. Any man would be lucky to have you and most of them aren't good enough for you." 

When we got to Chang's I went into the rest room while Anita waited for me in the foyer. She had the most mischievous smile on her face as I came walking out. 

Pointing with her finger, "Danny, I want to sit in that corner booth." 

"OK, I..." and before I could finish speaking Anita took my arm, something she has never done before and practically dragged me there. I was amazed how strong she is for such a small woman but pleasantly pleased as well. 

"Are you ready to order yet?" Anita asked sliding into the booth next to me. "I know what I want." 

Something was going on. Anita always sat across from me. I noticed that Anita was watching something or somebody across the room.

"Well this is a nice spot," I said to Anita as the waitress brought us are menus and I ordered our pot of tea, "The jumbo shrimp and broccoli looks good. What are you going to have?"

"I'll have the same."

With that same smile on her face Anita turned to me and took my face in her hands and kissed my lips, "Put your arms around me, Danny," she whispered.

I did and then whispered, "Are you going to..." and Anita kissed my lips again, whispering "Good, she saw us, Jane is coming over."

"I get it Anita, I'll play along," I whispered as slid my fingers into the soft downy hair at the nape of her neck. 

"Anita Jones, is that you? I almost didn't recognize you with short hair. It's been too long." 

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'Good, Jane is checking my Danny out,' I thought, 'you are still the same disingenuous and conniving, grasping harlot you always were. I will never forget how you treated me all through school.'

"Hello Jane you are looking well." I replied in greeting while thinking, 'Not long enough you bulimic wretch.' 

"Are you still married to Doug Turner?" I asked, knowing the answer but I was thinking, 'Take a good look at Danny....you can't have him he is mine!' 

Doug Turner was an overweight wimp and a real Momma's Boy in school who couldn't fight his way out of a paper bag. He also was a target for bullies because he wouldn't fight back. I felt sorry for him and felt a kindred spirit because we were both plump. 

I offered to study with Doug in the library after school but he dismissed my offer as if I was nothing. 

Doug was held back twice and was a senior at nineteen when I asked him. I was fourteen when I jumped 3 grades ahead and would be graduating High School at 15 that year. 

At fourteen and seeing an opportunity, Jane tricked him and lied about her age. Jane was prettier then and was very popular with the upper classmen because she put out. When Doug got her pregnant it was statutory rape. Need I say more? Jane and her mother were after his family's money and no doubt judging from the fur coat and jewelry Jane is sitting pretty. 

They deserve each other; a tramp and a cuckold. Everybody knows your well deserved reputation, Jane. Four children at twenty-one; I wonder who's father's of the other three are?

I immediately regretted thinking that. They were innocent children after all and I was ashamed of myself. I am so lucky to have Danny and unlike Jane I will marry for love. 

"Yes, we have four wonderful children and we have been married seven years now. I barley have time to myself caring for them. A mother's work is never done. Thank goodness for their nanny and our housekeeper. 

I just broke away for a little time by myself. You know how it is; the sacrifices a mother makes for her children. I don't know what I would do without them. 

I don't see a ring on your finger Anita. Did you ever graduate college?"

"I'm a working girl now," I said sliding out of the booth and taking Danny with me. I stood as close to him as I possibly could. Danny put his left arm around my waist and kissed my cheek. "I'd like to introduce you to...." 

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"Daniel Skinner at your service," I interrupted offering the woman my right hand while thinking, 'definitely not my type. Much too skinny and gaunt...black hair that is obviously dyed, layered and teased to look ratty; no doubt the current style in Hollywood with the current crop of young shallow attention seeking actresses....the word tramp comes to mind. 

A full length mink coat of all things...not that I have a problem with fur for cold weather but Jane is wearing it inside to draw attention to her. 

Heavily applied makeup, trashy...ridiculous amounts of gold jewelry; bracelets necklaces and bobbles with diamonds everywhere, assuming that the diamonds are real.... a ring on every finger... and long painted finger nails and in her case the sign of a lazy woman...and such thin stingy lips... she reeks of stale cigarette smoke mixed with too much perfume... nope... not for me.' 

"Any friend of Anita is a friend of mine," I offered politely, "but my sweet lady is too modest. Anita graduated with honors and has a Bachelor's Degree in Mathematics, a teaching certificate and minors in science and literature. 

I hugged Anita again because my little jelly bean was all that and much more. 

"Anita did all of this before she was twenty. There is nothing my lady can't accomplish when Anita puts her mind to it."

"Well, ah yes, that is all very good I suppose if you like that kind of thing," Jane replied frowning. Now I really didn't like her. 

Jane Turner can't hold a candle to Anita in any category and especially at being gracious. 

"Who do you have your insurance with Daniel? I'm sure my husband can do better," and she reached in her mink coat pocket for a business card. 

"No thank you, I'm quite happy with my agent," I replied while politely accepting the card. 

"I insist that you call my husband, Daniel. My signature and personal cell phone number is on the back and I will give you will get the special treatment if you get my meaning. You won't be sorry. We are the biggest agency in the tri-county area. Give me one good reason why you shouldn't call?"

"I'm afraid I'll have to bow out and respectfully decline. I don't wish to offend you."

"I'm already offended with your lack of manners for not answering a lady's question," she said in a loud voice, "I demand that you answer me!"

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'Wow,' I thought, 'this couldn't be better if it was scripted. Danny must know something about them that I don't. I bet his friend John Anderson told him. He and the old gentlemen play chess early Friday afternoon when Sunday is out and they can't go fishing. Let Jane have it, Danny!'

Danny looked at me and I nodded my head. 

"I'll give you two. There are several pending investigations against The Turner Agency with the State Insurance Commission and with the Attorney General dealing with misappropriation of funds, or late payment of funds on Doug's policy holders accounts with the Insurance Carriers that he represents as a licensed insurance broker. 

Many of these mentioned policy holders filed claims only to find that their policy was canceled or consisted of less coverage then they paid for and assumed they had. 

I am sure that you, Mrs. Turner being a stay at home Mom with four children to nurture is not aware of these unfortunate events. 

Your husband owes back taxes and utility bills on several investment properties independent of his father's business. Those mentioned investment properties have gone belly up. Your husband is presently being sued for millions by his creditors and backers and he will lose. 

Doug's Daddy is in no position to bail him out again, including paying off the lien on your two homes, here and in Cape Cod. These facts are a matter of public record. 

Douglas Turner Sr. wisely had his personal property and assets protected and sheltered years ago. Everything is above board and legal. It will withstand the most invasive and meticulous scrutiny of the impending forensic investigation and audit. Douglas Sr. will come out of the impending disaster just fine while Douglas Jr. not so fine.

Are you aware that a spouse is culpable for her husband's debts?" 

It was amazing, Danny had her speechless. Jane was standing there with her eyes practically bulging out of her head she was so angry. Her mouth was opening and closing but nothing was coming out. 

She looked like a fish out of water gasping for oxygen and some of the people in our section of the restaurant had stopped eating and were watching us.

"Good day, Mrs. Turner," Danny said turning his back to her when Jane finally found her voice.

"How dare you. Our attorney is a shark and will eat you alive, Mr. Skinner. I am personally going to sue you for the defamation of my husband's character."

Danny turned to face her again, "Calumny, vilification and slander will be impossible to prove in open court without extensive corroboration. 

Everything I have told you is factual. Nor have I engaged in famosus libellus, the Latin for libelous writing. Also keep in mind Mrs. Turner that you vigorously solicited a response from me in a public place in front of witnesses." 

"Fuck you, asshole and the donkey you rode in on. You will hear from my lawyer!" she screamed loudly. But then seeing everyone was watching lowered her voice and said, "I feel sorry for you, Anita Jones, hooking up with this loser. You will never amount to anything." With that Jane turned and walked out of the restaurant. Moments later she was back in the restaurant and out of the cold. 

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Calamity Jane was standing in the foyer and screaming into her cell phone and repeatedly calling someone a stupid bastard as our waitress Song Lew, Chang's daughter returned with our meal

"Song Lew, do you have any idea what that lady is screaming about?" Danny asked as I sat down across from him. 

Song Lew smiled and replied, "Oh her, the pain. Mrs. Turner is no lady, Dan. She eats here on occasion but when she does often meets with different men in our parking lot supposedly for business transactions. Funny business if you ask me. The pain is talking to her husband. There is a flatbed tow truck and a Sheriff car in the parking lot and they are repossessing her Mercedes. What a scene she caused. Dad wasn't happy with her at all and told her never to come back." 




Jelly Bean and Her Bail Bondsman Ch. 01



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It occurred to me after Song Lew left that Anita was sitting across from me and I asked, "Would you mind telling me how you know calamity Jane?"

"I went to school with her when she was Jane Hakes. Why are you smiling like that?"

"Well a hake is a type of codfish and hakes would be the plural of codfishes. You knew the codfish when you were in school. There now you are smiling," and I slid over next to her and kissed Anita's lips.

"Are you going to tell me why out of the clear blue sky that you finally decided to kiss me, jelly bean?

"I was showing off?"

"You were showing off because?"

"I wanted Jane to think that you are my boyfriend," Anita replied blushing. 

"Do you want me to be your boyfriend, Anita?"

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"Yes," I said totally embarrassed and blushing but glad that it was finally out in the open. I knew that Danny had taken Sally out a few times these past months but Sally was too old for him; she is Aunt Joyce's age for goodness sakes.

"There will be irrevocable conditions, Anita." 

"Anything you say Danny."

"Give me your hands," and Danny took them and kissed them, "these are the conditions: 

Sally and I are no longer seeing one another. 

Furthermore as your boyfriend I will be required to swear off all other women as is only proper. I will only be allowed to have eyes for you. Those are the irrevocable conditions and you will demand them. 

Now for my summation: 

Your sweet innocence is charming and delightful. You are my sunlight when you smile. Your gentle laugh is likening to the tinkling of the purest of silver Christmas bells. 

I adore the way you hold your cup in both your little hands and how you fold your napkin just so. You are so cute when you pout. You pout when you are angry or deep in thought and your full generous lips are irresistible and begging to be kissed. 

With your permission I will kiss them often.

Your eyes are the softest brown that I have ever seen and I was drawn to them the moment I looked into them.

You are a chaste and gentle lady and so darn pretty....make that a beautiful chaste and gentle lady who can do anything that she puts her mind too. You are best thing that has ever happened to me Anita and I would you be mine." 

I could hear my heart pounding in my chest, "Yes Danny."

"Anita, I have no need to know why but in my opinion you have no reason to impress or prove yourself to the likes of calamity Jane Turner. You are far more intelligent and refined then Jane can ever hope to be. 

Jane's life resume and moral compass will always be that of the gutter despite a temporary glamour of contrived respectability that she promotes with jewels and furs to impress the gullible. 

"Let's eat our lunch before it gets cold. I have done enough talking for now and so have you. We are taking the rest of the day off. I'm so glad that tomorrow is Saturday..." 

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Despite the cold blustery winter day my heart was warmed by Anita's sweet kisses. We walked hand in hand. This is something I have never done before. Anita kept stopping to put her arms around my neck to kiss me. 

I meant every word that I said to my jelly bean in the restaurant and what I am saying just now. 

I am convinced after the first kiss that Anita was the one; I just know it. I can be a hard intimidating bastard if need be and I'm not one for being mushy. 

Those words came from my heart of hearts....there I go being mushy again. 

A few of the old crew from my days of a bounty hunter would have laughed at me if they knew, except for Duke, and in those early days I would have cared what they thought and now not one wit. 

I sought the meanest and the toughest bastards to teach me the ropes. I then signed on with Duke Marion at nineteen. He had the reputation for bringing back all of the bail jumpers unhurt. The prosecutors loved him and the defense attorneys hated Duke. 

With Duke it was his way or the highway consisting of five simple rules. Duke worked alone and initially wouldn't take me. Somehow or other Duke decided to take me on a trial basis. He deliberately pushed me hard and made fun of me finding fault with everything I did. Duke called me pretty boy Dan; even in front of other bounty hunters.

I made a big mistake by calling him out. I was drunk and determined to kick the shit out of him. Duke said, "I don't fight with pretty boys. Get lost you motherless bastard!" 

I swung and Duke easily moved to one side grabbing my wrist and arm while using a variation of a technique that I used on the porcine brute that abused Anita 

He then punched me in the back of my ear and that was the last thing I remember until I woke up sitting beside Duke in his pickup truck. We were driving down Route 20 in Oklahoma following up on a lead. I was buckled in and my ankles were duct taped together while my wrists were duct taped behind my back.

"Do you still want to be my partner, Dan? No more nonsense or posturing on my part. What say you?

"Yes," and I was thinking through a pounding headache, 'some tough guy I am. Duke is older and almost half my size.'

Good, you keep on reading on reading your Law Dictionary, son. I'll start you off with Mr. Webster's to improve your vocabulary and I expect you to learn twenty new words a day. Consider it a gift. It's on the seat next to you. 

I'll teach you the right way starting now with rule number 1. Never lose your temper and never let anyone get to you no matter what they say. Never take it personal because they are not worth it.

"Rule number 2. There is always someone tougher than you are. Learn how to fight smart. 

Fighting can be counterproductive so start using your intellect and try to reason with them and talk things out for most situations. It works; particularly when you have a reputation for being fair and neutral in your dealings. 

Being the big bruin that you are, I concede that intimidating and mean can work in some scenarios. I know you are a tough bastard and if you came at me sober I would have put a 44 magnum slug in your knee cap. 

Rule number 3: Duct tape is your friend.

Rule number 4 ; being able to hold your liquor young man is not an accomplishment and will never put money in your pocket, just somebody else's. 

Rule number five; if the shit hits the fan all the rules go out the window and you do what has to be done. But remember there are consequences."

I never abused or beat anyone that I brought back and I have been at it for 30 years. 

I ignore them and simply refuse to speak with them or acknowledge them. 

They get "the talk" and are told what to expect beforehand. 

Our friend Duct tape is particularly effective with the big mouth imbeciles. 

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I'm in love and I can't help myself. Everything is so wonderful and the sky is so blue and the air is so clean and cold....I feel a warm glow inside of me.

I keep stopping to kiss Danny. I don't want those kisses to ever end. Danny picked me up several times and was laughing. He then put me down gently and kissed me back

Mom always told me that my time would come, "be patient Anita" she said, "You will know when you find him. He will realize how special you are." 

Danny gave me a wonderful summation... better than any love sonnet ever written. 

My Danny can be so serious and stern (grumpy) to keep me on track, and then so sweet and he can make me laugh. 

We are going to make love when we get back I just know it....well I hope we are going to make love? Danny will teach me.....I wonder how big it is.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. We have the rest of the day together and I'm not done kissing him yet.

We are walking hand in hand for all to see and he really is my Danny now. I will do anything it takes to keep him...anything.

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We were almost to the door when Anita said, "I'll be right with you. I have to fix my boot" I turned and took two steps, SPLAT; I was nailed between the shoulder blades with a snowball.

I turned to see Anita standing there with the same mischievous smile as in the restaurant. "Was that necessary?" I asked walking towards her. 

"Oh my, what a face you are making, grumpy!"

Anita put her arms straight above her head and dropped flat on her back into the deep snow in the yard while swishing her legs and arms up and down/out to the sides. 

"Now what are you doing?"

"I'm making a snow angel."

"You are also getting covered in snow. Aren't you a little old for this kind of childish behavior?" I asked, frowning. 

"I don't want to spoil my snow angel," Anita said holding out her hand for me to help her up. 

When I did Anita got close and kissed me, "Oh, don't be such a big grump," and with that my sweet, gentle and chaste little lady put her foot behind my ankle and pushed hard, tripping me and sending me onto my back into the deep snow. 

Needless to say I was surprised that Anita caught me off guard like that. My jelly bean is such a small woman....oh what the hell.....

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"Not like that Danny," I said dropping down on my back next to him, "haven't you ever made a snow angel before?"

Danny grabbed me and pulled me on top of him. I wasn't going anywhere. 

"Mush, mush and more mush. I never made a snow angel before. Will you please teach me?" Danny asked laughing and kissing my face.

"What does mush mean you big grump?" I asked putting my head on his chest while he stroked my hair. I could hear Danny's heart beating in his chest and it was beating only for me.

"It means little silver Christmas bells and sunshine..."

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Danny walked back and closed and locked the front entrance gates to the compound and this is something I have never seen him do before. We were now in our private winter wonderland. 

We made more snow angels and then a really nice snowman, plus we kissed. Our snowman had a carrot nose but we didn't have coal for eyes, and we kissed. Danny used an old pair of sunglass so who could tell anyway, and we kissed. 

Danny put his scarf on him and an old baseball cap on the snowman's head. I made the snowman's mouth with my lipstick. 

I ruined the lipstick but who cares; that didn't stop me from kissing Danny. 

"Well, enough of this nonsense, Anita," Danny said, grumpily but not meaning the nonsense part, he enjoyed every bit of it. It was Danny's idea to build the snowman, "you are soaked through and starting to shiver."

Danny took my hand and we went inside talking off our coats and boots and not only did he close the heavy wood front door and lock it, Danny closed both the iron gates and locked them. I was thinking, 'We are locked in safe and secure in our warm and impregnable castle...yes I know it is an old arsenal and now I'm going to surprise Danny again.' 

"Go upstairs and get out of those wet cloth clothes," Danny said, " Take a hot shower if you like, it will take the chill off. 

I will be upstairs shortly to join you."

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I went upstairs wondering what Anita was planning next. I found her sitting on the couch wrapped in a quilt. Anita's clothes were draped over the kitchen chairs to dry including her under garments and my jelly bean had the same mischievous smile on her face.

Anita is just so darn cute when she does that, I can read her mind and know something was up.

"I got a chill Danny. Why don't you shower first?"

"Fine, I'm freezing. Don't worry though; there will be hot water for you. I have hot water on demand."

I went into the bathroom, undressed and turned on the shower. I then hid behind the bathroom door, waiting. I heard the shuffling of little bare feet approaching on the wood floor. I watched the doorknob turn slowly and then Anita opened it partially and looked in before entering. Anita quietly closed door; good she didn't see me.

"Did you change your mind?" I asked putting my arms around her beautiful naked body, "or do you want to shower with me?"

"You know I do."

"What else do you want, jelly bean."

"I want you to make love to me."

"But you are just a baby. What do you know of such things? You just learned how to kiss today." I teased, rubbing Anita's belly and nuzzling her neck and watching her pout in the mirror.

"I'm not a baby! Why does everyone keep calling me that?" Anita asked angrily while trying to push my hands away but then giving up.

"I'm teasing. Of course you are not a baby, Anita. You know perfectly well how I feel about you. I have never been blessed before with a woman like you Anita. I am not a particularly religious man. Blessed is the one word that describes how I feel about you if only one word was allowed. 

I have never had a virgin before. I would keep you a virgin forever and I would have you right now. 

All the gold and jewels on earth are but chaff in the wind compared to your sweet virginity."

"But you can teach me. I want you to have it, Danny as my gift to you. I love you, Danny."

And with those words, "my gift to you. I love you, Danny," Anita just turned my whole world upside down. I always considered myself of a bit lady's man and would jump at the chance and... aw mush. 

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Letting go of my waist Danny closed his eyes and sighed. I turned to look at him, thinking, 'There I said it and it came out so easily. I mean it with all my heart and soul. I wonder what my love is thinking. Does Danny love me? Is Danny going to say he loves me back now that I finally told him?'

Danny opened his blue eyes took my hands and kissed them.

"Anita Mary Jones it is precisely because of who you are that I love you the way I do. 

I sensed you were outstandingly precious and special the day of your interview. Yes it was an accident, but if anyone else had broken that candy dish accident or not...well, I don't know what I have done. I certainly wouldn't have hired them. 

There were jelly beans everywhere, Anita and I was finding them days later; underneath and behind things. 

I will teach you my love and you are my love make no mistake about that, but you must be patient and do what I say. Will you do that for us?" Danny asked, kissing my hands again. 

"Yes Danny."

"Have you taken precautions, Anita?" He asked while pulling me close to him and stroking my hair. I love it when he does that, it is such an intimate thing and I put my head on his chest and hugged him, thinking, 'Danny loves me.' 

"Yes, I've been on the pill for three 3 months now."

"Excellent, would you like to spend the night, Ms. Jones?"

"Yes, Sir," I answered kissing his chest, "May we shower now?"

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This time I knew what to do. Danny got down on his knees facing me as I washed his hair. He was running his hands up and down my body as far as he could reach while looking up at me and smiling. He was kissing me everywhere.

Danny's cock is so big and hard...I just want to suck on it like I imagined doing while pleasuring the bathtub. I rinsed Danny's hair and he stood up smiling as he pushed my wet hair behind my ears. 

Danny took my face in hands... he kissed my lips, kissed my mouth long and deep, "I love you, Anita," he whispered in my ear, "you have turned my whole world upside down and how I look at things and I wouldn't have it any other way." 

I would be patient.... but I wanted Danny to fuck me so bad... I would suck on his rock hard cock which was pressing against me; I didn't promise not to do that all patience aside....what a wonderfully naughty thought. Danny would lick and suck on my pussy...what another naughty thought. 

Danny made me stand still while he shampooed my hair and it felt so nice to have my own personal naked shampoo boy with a big cock. Danny rinsed my hair and massaged in some coconut conditioner but didn't rinse it out right away. Instead he handed me a bar of Pears Glycerin Soap.

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I made Anita face away from me and I started with her neck and shoulders. I always buy and use this fine old brand of soap; it reminds me so much of Barbara. Anita is the only woman I have showered with since then. I would give my life for her. 

Being with Anita has taught me it's alright to fall in love again. Anita has broken down my barriers, my self-imposed walls....brick by brick for the sunshine of her smile to shine through and warm my heart and soul to mush. 

I soaped my little jelly down, massaging the soap into her soft creamy skin with my hands and fingers. I worked my way around to Anita's beautiful round and firm breasts wanting to lick and suck on them but instead soaped and caressed...feeling her upturned nipples harden at my touch. I finished by working my way down soaping and caressing everything including Anita's small dainty feet. 

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Danny faced me while I worked up lather and started with his neck and shoulders while he kissed my lips. Goodness, Danny's stomach is so hard and flat below his barrel chest. He has the hard massive ropey muscles and chest of a grizzly bear. He looks so dangerously sexy naked. I have watched Danny do 200 hundred sit-ups and then 200 push-ups as if they were nothing; that was his warm up. And after seeing that I started pushing myself particularly working on my sit-ups. I will push myself even more now. I wanted to start exercising with Danny and be able to keep up. I want to do everything with Danny. 

I worked my way down washing Danny with my hands getting hornier by the second. I even washed his big hard cock, pulling back the foreskin to wash it and I wasn't embarrassed at all. Danny's cock was going to be my boy toy pleasure toy. 

Unfortunately I got a little carried away and must have squeezed his balls to hard because I made Danny jump and growl in his throat. He tugged at my hair in warning. 

"I'm sorry grumpy, I cooed," kissing Danny's lips and mouth while caressing his tongue with mine. Danny hugged me and quietly said, "Not so hard next time jelly bean. I realize it's your first time." 

Danny keeps his public hair trimmed close and now I'm thinking of shaving my pussy. I know that Aunt Joyce shaves her flower (pussy). It is inferred that Uncle Bart likes it that way. 

It is delightful all the subjects we talk about, including sex when we lady's do our nails or get together to exercise when the men aren't around. 

Such as oral sex being a means birth control. Or things a woman can do with her hair to please her man; a hair job. Or any man worth his salt gives his lady the pleasure of oral sex as good as he gets it from her. The talk a lot about that one and give each other knowing looks. 

Dad always left the subject of sex up to Mom. Aunt Joyce and Mom started letting me peek through the door of their private world when I got my own apartment and after I politely declined accepting the car until I could pay for it. I never realized the women of my family knew those kinds of erotic things and they implied there was more; I can't wait. 

I also never got the basic birds and bees talk because I could give it to them including the Latin nomenclature by the time I was twelve. I was getting the erotic from them now.

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I got of the shower first with Anita right behind me grabbing and poking me with her hands and she was giggling and laughing. Anita found out I was a ticklish. I turned and grabbed both Anita's wrists careful not to hurt her and crossed her arms in back. 

"Grump, grump, grump, I love you grumpy," and Anita sticking her tongue out at me. 

I had to kiss Anita, I simply had too. I was so happy that I was almost giddy. 




Jelly Bean and Her Bail Bondsman Ch. 02



Jelly bean and her bail bondsman
Chapter 2
By Beagle9690
November 2011

I thought my heart was going to break when Danny opened up to me like that, and especially when he had me get his wallet. Danny removed an old, faded photograph of him when he was a little boy of eight. Danny looked so sweet and innocent, and he looked so happy, hugging his dog, his border collie, Patsy.

I didn't know what to say to him even though we talk about almost everything.....god I love him so.

I come from a large family with numerous Aunts, Uncles and cousins on both sides; especially on Dad's side of the family. Dad is the oldest of eight siblings. They are all married with three or more children. I'm the odd girl out so to speak. I simply took things for granted. 

Danny became thoughtful as he ran his fingers through my hair and held me close to him. I love it when he does that. I knew he didn't want to talk about it further; I have been studying him these past months and know his ways. Content to be with him I snuggled up to my Grumpy Bear as he gently stroked my hair and I drifted off to sleep........

Danny was up and dressed before me in the morning. I found him in the kitchen listening to the radio. There was a storm front coming in from the west off the Great Lakes with high winds and up to three-feet of snow.

I was just getting ready to bring you a cup of coffee. But since you are up, will you make us breakfast, please?" Danny asked as I walked up to kiss him good morning, "I'm going outside to start up the backhoe to plow out the driveway and unplug the gate," Danny pulled me close and put his cheek against my head, his fingers in the soft hair at the nape of my neck, "Thank you for understanding, Anita. I have been holding those feelings about the adoption inside of me for far too long. I never told anybody how I felt about it before." (And he hadn't, not even Barbara)

I met him at the door with a hug, with a kiss and a steaming cup of coffee. We had a light meal of raisin toast, poached eggs, orange juice and coffee; it was a nice and cozy breakfast. 

Afterward we went to the basement to do stretching and aerobic exercises. All my exercising these past months paid off. I was able to match him sit up for sit up and keep up with him for the rest of our aerobic and stretching exercises. Danny then did his daily work out on the heavy bag. 

When he finished Danny's shirtless body was glistening with perspiration, accentuating the strong ropey muscles on his arms, sculptured barrel chest and flat washboard stomach.

I could hardly stand looking at him I was so horny. I wanted him to make love to me, now!

"Anita, do you know how to defend yourself?" 

"I really never thought about it. Dad always took care of that for us. Did I ever tell you he carries a .38 special Colt Detective Special snub nose revolver everywhere?"

"No and that's interesting. You grew up around guns. Have you shot it?" 

"No but I learned from an early age not to touch it. When I was six years old Dad took me shooting to show me how dangerous it is. Dad shot a few pumpkins and they blew up. I'll never forget that, Danny, he was so serious, he said to me, "Anita, this handgun is very dangerous and you must never touch it or let your friends touch it or this could happen to one of you." 

"You are not six years old anymore, Anita. Would you like to learn how to shoot and be safe and proficient with firearms?"

"Yes, I'd love you to teach me."

"OK, we will start as soon as the weather clears; for now I'll teach you the basics of self-defense using your hands and feet, and we will drill until it is second nature to you.

Monday I'll get some mats and show you basic judo throws. We will also purchase gloves in your size for the speed bag. Consider it one of your job perks."

During that snowy winter morning in our fortress, Danny started teaching me some basic kick boxing techniques on the heavy bag, specifically maintaining my balance when kicking. 

Danny also showed me some basic strikes to the face and throat with the palms and edges of my hands, not leaving out the family jewels and he worked me hard. My hair was plastered to my head with perspiration and my work out clothes drenched, but I felt so alive and stimulated, perhaps over stimulated, and oh so very horny.

"You did well for your first time. I'm very proud of you, "Danny complimented, pushing my hair behind my ears and taking my face in his hands so he could kiss my lips, "mm, you taste salty, baby."

"Thank you, so do you, Grumpy Bear." 

"What have I been telling you all these months, Anita?" he asked, still holding my face in his hands so that I would look into his eyes.

"That I can do anything I put my mind to. I just need to be disciplined and strong."

"What else?"

"You said that I can be feminine and girly as well as being strong and disciplined."

"Yes, and you have exceeded my expectations, girly girl. Being able to defend yourself in a pinch is a good thing to know."

"Yes, sir."

"Anita."

"Yes, Danny."

"I love you, Anita, more than all the stars in the sky..."

By mid-afternoon the lake effect snow storm hit us full force. I received a telephone call on my cell from Mom telling me that Dad threw his back out shoveling snow and the pilot light on their furnace was out. To make matters worse there were no service people willing to come out and light it. Mom didn't know how to light it and Dad was in no shape to attempt it. 

When I told Danny, "Not a problem. I'll call your folks and tell them we will be there as soon as we can. In the mean time bundle up while I get the backhoe ready for the ride over."

Fortunately the backhoe was quite large as those machines go. There was plenty of room for me in the cab. Those big knobby tires went through the snow drifts like a hot knife through butter. 

Even so it took us an hour to get there, allowing for a fifteen minute stop at a 24 hour market to stock up on milk, bread, eggs, flour, butter, onions, potatoes... hams, we bought two, and vanilla ice cream for dessert.

Danny lit the pilot light as soon as we arrived. He then went outside to clear the driveway and sidewalks of snow. Mom was baking him cinnamon rolls when I met Danny in the mudroom with a kiss, with a hug; more kisses and hugs, plus a big steaming mug of coffee.

Dad was sitting in his recliner with a heating pad behind his back during the introductions; this was the first time they met. 

"I'm Daniel Skinner, Mr. Jones," Danny offered, holding out his hand for Dad to shake.......

"You will excuse me that I don't stand to shake your hand," Anita's father said, holding it out for me to shake, "Marvin Jones, and thank you for lighting the furnace and clearing away the snow."

"You are welcome. How is your back?"

"It goes out occasionally but I should be fine in a couple of days. How is the weather?"

"It's snowing to beat the band and colder than a witch's tonsils."

"I'm sure it is. Will you stay for dinner? Apparently we are having ham and scalloped potatoes."

"Of course, thank you for asking. Ham with scalloped potatoes is one of my favorites."

"You are an attorney and a bail bondsman. That is rather an eclectic combination of occupations under one roof."

"I suppose, but it fills a niche and business is very good."

"Yes, so I have heard. Mary says you have that old armory restored quite nicely. My grandfather was stationed there the latter part of WWI after he was wounded in France. 

"Yes, sir, I'm happy with it."

"I've driven by there a few times. I remember how run down the property was before you bought the place. You caused quite a stir in the paper when you challenged the decision of the zoning board and made Mayor Bloom look like a fool. I never liked that insufferable jackass, particularly when he got caught with that prostitute."

"Bloom is a condescending corrupt fool. Property rights and what a man does with his are guaranteed by the Constitution. I wasn't about to make a donation to the Mayor Bloom to smooth things over."

"Where do you attend church, Daniel?"

"I don't."

"May I ask why?"

"God and I were on speaking terms until I was eight. After that it was a tenuous relationship at best and I stopped praying entirely. Since then it has been a mutually agreed non-interference policy." 

"Well, perhaps I can change your mind, man to man.

Anita, honey, why don't you go into the kitchen and help your Mother while Daniel and I get better acquainted," and when Anita left, "Good, now that the small talk is out of the way, what in God's name are your intentions with my daughter?"

"Totally honorable I assure you."

"Honorable? You spent the night with her!"

"Anita is a consenting adult." 

"Don't you think you are too old for Anita?"

"I can ask you the same question about Mary."

"This is my daughter we are talking about, not Mary."

"Mary is somebody's daughter; how did your father feel about it."

"Dad didn't like it, and I don't like it."

"I see, your father thought you were too old for his daughter. Apparently you got along with him, perhaps even liked him because you refer to him as Dad."

"Of course I did; it is a matter of respect."

"Obviously everything turned out fine. You and Mary have been married how many years?"

"All right, you made your point. I wanted it out in the open. I will speak my mind in my own house."

"And so you should, Mr. Jones."

"You strike me as a bit of a playboy, Mr. Skinner, dalliances with waitress's and such. Can you honestly tell me you can change and remain true to Anita?"

"Yes, I have had my share of women......."

Marvin interrupted, "Do you realize whom you are talking too? You are not helping your case, especially after admitting to be an atheist, a heathen, and agnostic, choose your own title; do you deny having dalliances with women while my daughter was under your employ?"

"Let me finish my sentence, Mr. Jones. Perhaps you don't like my answers but they are what they are. I am not an atheist nor agnostic nor a heathen. I recognize the existence of a supreme being , god if you will. If God chooses to ignore me and I him so be it. I have free will and if I go to hell it's on me. At least then I won't be your problem in the afterlife when our venues in the afterlife are so diametric; we will never see each other. Those mentioned women are in the past. I will remain true. I love Anita more than all the stars in the sky."

"Flowery words, but we'll see. I did some checking on you; what do you think I found?" Marvin said leaning forward while dropping his voice to almost a whisper.

"I know you did," I replied, speaking the same. 

What Danny omitted was that the private investigator was compromised, something Marvin didn't know. One of Danny's contacts in the public records department telephoned Danny to warn him what might be going on. Danny went to the private investigators office and did not so much threaten him as embarrass him. The man would be a laughing stock if the word got out, and that was implied, rather than openly stated.

Danny provided the investigator the information he would have found, regardless, saving the man much leg work, thus owing Danny a favor for his silence, despite the fact the investigator returned the check since he didn't earn it. As a matter of fact, Danny encouraged him to dig all he liked, stating no harm, no foul. 

"Then, you are not offended? Marvin asked with a surprised look on his face; certain that he had been both clever and careful. To his credit, Anita's dad recovered quickly, keeping a neutral expression. 

"Maybe, it depends on you, Mr. Jones. There is one thing I want you to do for me," I replied, handing him an envelope from my front shirt pocket containing an unendorsed cashier's check made out to cash from the private investigator, "I know you are a religious man and a Deacon in your church. You can put this check in the poor box as an anonymous donation where it will do some good." 

Marvin looked inside and then gave me a hard look, "Does Anita know about this?"

"There is no need for Anita to hear about it from me, ever. 

It won't serve any useful purpose. It implies you don't trust her judgment. I won't hold it against you; you are only trying to protect your daughter. I know a great deal about your family Mr. Jones, mostly through Anita's eyes, some from Mary. 

I assure you that Mary will never hear it from me. Mary is a lovely woman by the way."

"What makes you think my wife doesn't know?" 

My silence was my answer. His silence, grudging acknowledgement....after a tense moment, "Where do we go from here?" Marvin asked.

"How about a little trust; as far as I know I've done nothing for you not to trust me. You may never like me and so be it. If nothing else I'm an honest bastard. But you already know I'm a bastard, Mr. Jones. Being a bastard has its advantages."

"I hardly see any advantage in that."

"The biggest advantage for you is there will be no conflict of interest as to which side of the family Anita and I will be spending all our holidays."

"You are getting ahead of yourself, Mr. Skinner. You speak as if you plan on marrying Anita." 

"Anita and I haven't discussed it yet. We both know in our hearts it is going to happen; it's an unspoken truth. When the time comes I will ask you for your blessing and Anita's hand in marriage."

"Good luck with that. What if I don't give you my blessings?"

"You will come around to it when you get to know me better."

"What makes you think I want to get to know you better?"

"You will for Anita's sake."

"How about I accept you on a trial basis, Mr. Skinner?"

"I can live with that."

"You agree when I put the check in the poor box that will be the end of it? I have your word on that?"

"I do, Mr. Jones, however, you must agree never to discuss your transaction with the private investigator and the subsequent outcome with anybody, including Mary. Pray about it if you must, but man to man we will take this to our grave."

"I agree, Mr. Skinner, and we will agree to be polite to each other in front of the women?"

"Agreed."

"What are you boys agreeing about?" Mary asked, bringing out a tray of fresh baked cinnamon rolls and coffee with Anita right behind her with the first stack of family photo albums. Mary only heard Daniel's last agreeing but not any of their previous private conversation.

"Pops agreed to go ice fishing with me when his back is better. Isn't that right, Pops?"

"Pops?" Mary said laughing, while handing her husband a plate with a cinnamon roll and a cup of coffee, "That's what Marvin used to call my father to annoy him. My father was really old fashion. Dad considered "Pops" to be very disrespectful from that upstart; that's how he referred to Marvin at first, as that upstart. Dad insisted that Marvin call him Mr. Palmer."

"Is that so?" I asked surprised, "Anita never told me that but I'm honored to be let in on a family secret. Would you prefer I call you Mr. Jones, pops?"

"Marvin will do, Daniel," he replied, keeping an even expression."

"I'm happy you boys are getting along so well," Mary said smiling, "Marvin loves to fish. You should see all the photos of Marvin and his brothers fishing, especially with Bob. They used to fish together all the time but not so much anymore..."thank you Anita," Mary said as she handed her mother the two red albums on that subject. 

Anita and Mary sat on the couch on either side of me showing me Marvin's fishing photos and then all the rest of the family photo albums, narrating each picture. 

Marvin sat in his chair against the heating pad. He smiled from time to time when a particular story came up; sipping his coffee and eating his cinnamon roll, content to the ladies do the talking.

As for me, I was finding out what caring families are all about, getting lost in all the names, Aunts, Uncles; Cousins, twice or more removed; Grandparents and Great, Grandparents, Grandchildren and Great Grandchildren...who was married to whom until dinner was served.........

Despite being in pain, Dad managed to struggle out of his chair to take his place at the head of the table; there the conversation turned to Danny. Danny told them about his life growing up and Mom was particularly interested in Danny's time in foster homes. Danny started to tell them when he was almost adopted, but stopped.

I squeezed his hand, "It's alright Danny; they are going to know eventually. It is better that you tell them. We are all family here. Even Dad has accepted you; otherwise he would have never agreed to go fishing......."

His absolute love for Anita sustaining him, Danny held her hand as he told this painful story to her parents. He didn't let go of Anita's hand until he finished. That wasn't lost on Mary who was watching him intently. Mary's mothering instincts held her in rapt attention to his every word, and her heart was going out to him, and Danny sensed it, even if he couldn't put it into words.

The second time was much easier because Daniel trusted these people; he had too. It was they who raised Anita to help make her the delightful and loving young woman she was; a woman who turned his heart to mush and gave him a new, fresh outlook on life. He managed to keep his composure telling the story as if it was no big deal; Mary was not fooled at all. 

When he finished, Mary got up from her chair wiping a tear from her face. Mary hugged Danny, touching his face gently, as would a mother with a small boy "We will be your family from now on, Danny," and from that moment on that is what Mary called him, not Mr. Skinner, not Daniel or Dan but Danny. 

Almost losing his composure, for the first time in his adult life, Daniel Skinner wanted someone's approval other than his own. He was doing it for the love of a woman so that they might have the blessings of Anita's family...he owed Anita that.

Inwardly, Marvin sighed as Mary hugged this interloper. Mary's motherly instincts were always right. Mary had spent many a lunch hour with the interloper...he hadn't, regretting that he hired the private investigator. Marvin looked up at the ceiling momentarily and then down in an informal silent prayer, 'I've already lost this battle, Lord. Mary is convinced beyond all doubt this interloper Daniel Skinner is perfect for Anita and should marry her, but damn it, there is nobody good enough for my little girl, if you don't mind me saying so; after all it's a father's prerogative to think that. You blessed us with Anita, Lord. Mary and Anita are my life. Perhaps I'm jealous, I'm afraid of losing Anita; but the boy (Danny) doesn't even attend church. 

For all I know he is sleeping with Anita now....sometimes Mary is just too trusting and open-minded about discussing sexual matters outside of marriage......and especially with her sister and my daughter. When I enter the room they stop talking and just smile knowingly at me....perhaps I'm being a bit of a prude....Yes Lord, I know I slept with Mary before we were married but that was different because my intentions were good. I always intended to marry her....all right, all right. 

I haven't forgotten about all the carnal delights I had with Mary before marriage and then confessed to you years later in my prayers...marriage makes them a sacrament, you say so in the Scriptures so there is no need to discuss that subject...you know what is in my heart.... yes, the boy has had a life of hard knocks but he's doing fine now; you were always there for him. Even though the boy only sees one set of footprints in the sand when you carried him .....Is it my job to convince him of it, Lord?"

"Marvin," Mary asked, as she put her arms around her husband's neck and hugged him, kissing his cheek "is there something you would like to say to Danny?"




Jelly Bean and Her Bail Bondsman Ch. 02



"Yes, Mary, as a matter of fact there is. 

What will we be using for bait? Will we be using mousy grubs, live minnows or jigs...?"

After dinner and well into the evening the weather was still terrible. Mary insisted we spend the night, separate sleeping arrangements of course; Anita slept in her old bedroom, I slept on the couch. Still in pain, Marvin slept in his recliner to keep an eye on me.....

By morning the roads were open for limited travel. Marvin's back was much better and he was up before all of us to make breakfast, pancakes with leftover ham from the day before; the remaining ham on the bone was boiling on the stove with onions and celery as the start of split pea and ham soup. 

We all sat down to a hearty breakfast of homemade pancakes which were delicious. Anita's were unusually special; they were infused with a father's unconditional love. 

Marvin ruffled Anita's hair with his hand and kissed the top of her head before he put the covered plate down in front of her.

Anita had the biggest smile for her father when she removed the domed cover (a deep pot lid) from her plate. 

The pancakes were in the shape of crouching rabbits complete with long ears and powder puff tails.

"Daddy, I didn't know you still kept that."

"Of course I kept it, little bunny. Even though you're a grown woman now living on your own with another man in your life you always will be your daddy's little girl." 

Anita got up and hugged her Dad, kissing his cheek; she whispered something in his ear and he hugged her back. 

Marvin sat down to the table and turned to me, "Another family secret, Daniel. Around Easter, when Anita was three, Mary and I took her to a petting zoo. The only animals that seemed to interest her were the rabbits. She climbed right into the pen to be with them before we could stop her.

Let me tell you, Mary and I had one heck of a time getting Anita out of there with all the crying and carrying on. You would think it was the end of the world. 

That was the start of Anita's stuffed rabbit collection. As she got older the stuffed rabbits became statues of rabbits in crystal, glass and porcelain. They're still up in her bedroom."

Mary got up and brought the unique hand crafted mold back to show me. It looked like an oversize cookie cutter that was placed on the hot griddle for the pancakes to hold their shape. It was made out of wrought iron with an offset wood handle and I have to admit the workmanship was clever and inventive.

"Marvin had this made for Anita's fourth birthday. And from that day forward Anita had rabbit pancakes with her daddy every Sunday before church. It was one of their many father, daughter times together....until," And she looked at Anita who was looking down, blushing.

"Until what, Mary?" I asked, squeezing Anita's little hand. 

"Until Anita announced she was too old for such childish things when she started high school; she was twelve. That was about the time she started noticing boys but was to tongue tied and shy to talk to them."

We returned home at mid-afternoon. It would have been an hour sooner but Anita and Mary were busy in Anita's old bedroom. When they finally came out Anita had a head full of curls and a large canvas tote bag. 

She wouldn't tell me what it was in it when I asked, simply stating, "It is a surprise," and I shrugged my shoulders, "OK, jelly bean, have it your way." Anita didn't wear a hat on the ride home; it was obvious she didn't want to mess up her hair....that was going to be my job.....

His jelly bean had a mischievous look on her face when Danny lifted her out of the cab and put her on the ground....she was up to something. Danny could see it in her face, cheeks rosy from the cold with mischief shining like a beacon in her intelligent brown eyes. 

Danny studied her well in the short time they had been together, fascinated with Anita from the very beginning. 

He knew all Anita's nuances and gestures, likes and dislikes. Danny delighted in the tinkling of the little silver Christmas bells and sunshine of her laugher, and was amused by her pouting lips when he constructively admonished or corrected her. Anita was truly his and Danny would always cherish and nourish her innocent charm.....nonetheless, he was ready for whatever mischief she had in mind. 

Anita tripped him again. Danny landed on his back in the snow and he did a snow angel for her, one of the simple free spirited things she delighted in. When he finished, Anita got on top of him, her knees straddling his waist so that she could look down on him; Anita had the biggest smile on her pretty face thinking she tricked him.

"I am a strong woman; hear me roar," Anita announced, "I'm a tough and disciplined girly girl. What do you think of that?" She asked, punching my chest lightly.

"Yikes!" I exclaimed covering my face with my hands, "what are you going to do with me, curly girly girl?"

"I'm going to strip you naked. Next you're going to strip me naked and kiss me all over."

"Oh my! You want me to strip you naked right here in the snow?" I asked, pretending to cower. 

And Anita raised her arms above her head and made clawing motions with her hands, shaking her head for her curls to bounce about to entice, "I'm your she bear, your future bear wife; growl, growl."

I grabbed Anita, pulling her close to my chest so that she was lying on top of me, face to face with her curls tickling my nose.

Not that she resisted much, as a matter of fact not at all. I kissed her luscious lips, "Anita, Anita, Anita, my beautiful Anita, mush, mush and more mush. I'll call your bluff, however we will strip together."

"You're on. You don't think I'm serious do you? Wait for me right here while I get your surprise ready." 

Intrigued I did and after a short time Anita came running out the house naked, well, I guess all bluffs were off and I resigned myself to freezing. 

"Wow, it's freezing out here. Sorry I couldn't wait but I want it nice and hot when we go back in," she said, her face beaming with excitement as she hurriedly undressed me, "I always wanted to do this."

"This...?" I asked, not quite sure what she meant.

When she finished undressing me, Anita put her arms around my neck and kissed my lips long and deep, " Isn't this fun?" she asked.

I put mine around her trim waist and pulled her close to feel her hot body pressed up against mine....it was freezing out there. I couldn't believe I was going along with her, but Anita looked so happy, how could I deny her? Anita's warm smiles turn my heart to mush and looking into her brown eyes, I could easily deal with the cold, " Yes, brisk and invigorating."

"I always wanted to make the perfect snow angel. To make a perfect snow angel one has to be in their birthday suit."

Anita took my hand and we walked a good distance to a level section of deep snow. We stood side by side, "Ready?" Anita asked, "Ready," I acknowledged and we dropped flat onto our backs.

I moved my arms and legs as Anita taught me. We got up carefully so as not to disturb our imprints in the virgin white snow, holding hands to admire our masterpieces.

I felt so young and carefree at that moment, the influence of my jelly bean's innocent charm and youthful exuberance, when a thought came over me, silly perhaps but perfect for the occasion. 

I slapped Anita's tight little ass; not hard, playfully, just hard enough to sting and to make her jump: the surprised look on her face was priceless. I took off like a shot for the 100 yards or so to the house, shouting, "Last one in is a rotten egg," with Anita close behind laughing and shrieking happily while pelting me with handfuls of snow.....

Danny made it inside first stopping to grin, he was grinning like a little boy and his eyes were shinning with mischief as I closed and locked both doors. I took my last hand full of snow and plastered it on his chest, saying, "Race you upstairs," and I darted past him thinking, 'Just ten short months ago I wouldn't have been able to keep up with him and now I'm not even close to being winded.'

Danny caught me at the bathroom door and I turned to face him. I spread my arms across the door frame to block his way in. 

He ran his fingers through my curls, making no attempt to pry me from the doorway, "Is the surprise in there, baby?"

"It's almost ready, turn around and don't peek. I'll call you when things are perfect."

My Grumpy Bear is so patient with me. He turned around and crossed his arms, waiting as I opened the door just enough to squeeze through.

I finished getting everything ready for us, adding the bubble bath to the tub, adding more hot water to make lots of bubbles. While the bubbles were rising I lit the vanilla candles strategically placed about the room before turning off the lights. The last thing I did before I climbed into the tub was to put the bottle of Gekkeikan, plum wine, the same wine we have at Chang's and two glasses where we could easily reach them.

I'm ready, Grumpy Bear," I called fluffing my curls with my fingers as he walked in.... 

Anita had turned off the lights and lit a plethora of candles, bathing the room in their flickering soft light. The infusion scented bubbles rising from the tub mixed with the vanilla of the candles permeated the room. My love was surrounded by white bubbles with only her head and neck showing. 

I was thinking, 'I'm going to smell like a pretty sissy-boy if I climb in with her. I have to draw the line somewhere. Did she have to add the girly scented bubble bath to the water? What's wrong with plain hot water?'

"Move over, baby," Danny said, getting in to face me, the bubbles barely reaching the top of his shoulders, "This hot water feels good. I've never taken a bubble bath before. This is very thoughtful of you my love, what a wonderful surprise."

"I wasn't sure you would get in with me, but you are so patient; even Mom notices that," I took a hand full of bubbles in my open palm and blew them up in the air," bubble baths usually aren't a guy thing and yet here you are. 

I didn't buy the bubble bath from the store, it is my grandma's recipe; 1 ½ cup of liquid castile soap, 2 tablespoons of vegetable glycerin, ½ teaspoon of white sugar and any good quality concentrated essential oils. I like the vanilla essential oil in mine. I can custom blend a bubble bath just for you. How about peppermint or almond, or bergamot or clove? Those can be masculine scents."

"Well curly, girly girl. It's not like one little vanilla bubble bath is going to turn me into a certified card carrying sissy....Anita, what are you doing?" And Danny made that low growling sound in the throat.

"Hold still," I said, lightly putting the soap bubbles all over his head. "I'm going to turn you into a grumpy polar bear and the bubbles are fragile...there, I almost got it. There's one ear..... and here is the other, and now for your snout."

I burst out laughing at the indignant look on his face, "Oh, what a face you are making, grumpy" I said in a deep voice. Danny sighed and smiled.....

Anita put her arms around my neck, kissing me long and deep, "I love you, Danny."

"I love you too, baby. Can we just soak here and relax now? Turn around and lean up against me so we can both stretch out.....

"Yes, Sir," I replied, snuggling close. Danny kissed both sides of my face before nuzzling his face in my hair. He wrapped his hands around my waist and held me, whispering, "Little silver Christmas bells and sunshine; snow angels, snowmen and bubble baths." Danny is such a serious man most of the time, except when we are alone. 

Little by little he is opening up to me and I love him for it. It is only fair because I tell him almost everything. 

Danny reached down for the bottle and the glasses, "Now this is nice," he said as he poured me a glass, "We completed the silly part of the day. It's time to soak and contemplate. If you are a good girl I might make love to you, baby, you're almost ready. These past two days have been a good learning experience for both of us. It is time to relax, to be quiet and contemplate." 

We sat and soaked for an hour, reheating the water from the tap as needed; lost in our thoughts....sipping our plum wine; cuddling and relaxing. The warm healing springs of the mythical Shangri-La were but tepid dingy puddles compared to our cozy bathtub; we had each other and our love was everything.....

Warm and content, I picked up the wine bottle and peered through the green glass; half gone. We had spent enough time in the bath and I had a surprise for Anita as well, "Alright, baby time to get out."

"But Danny, we still have half a bottle of wine left."

"Yes," I said, getting out and offering her my hand, "half a bottle for another time, or times. When we go out for dinner how many glasses of wine do I allow you?"

"One," Anita said, stepping out.

"How many do I have?"

"One."

"How many do your parents have?"

"None, they don't drink at all, but this is a special occasion."

"Anita," I said sternly in a tone she learned not to question.

"Yes, Sir," she said, looking down and pouting.

"What have we discussed about drinking?" I asked as I wrapped a bath towel around her shoulders. 

"Never more than two drinks, period, and then only occasionally; preferably with a meal, and never...never for social reasons or peer pressure because I have free will to make the right choice."

I took my thumb and forefinger and lifted her chin for Anita to meet my eyes.

"You are incredibly smart, wise and mature in so many ways, but naive in others, that is not a bad thing; it is part of your charm," I kissed her lips, "I insist on these things for a reason. 

I am older and have witnessed the down sides of foolish and destructive behavior. I suppose I sound like your father and if he said them, pops is right. Nevertheless, your parents did a wonderful job of raising you." I kissed her lips, "You are my woman and my baby," I kissed her lips again, "Who are you, Anita?"

"I'm your baby," and she kissed me back, smiling.

"That's right so enough pouting. I want to see the sunshine of your smile. Let's do something erotic and sexy." I whispered in her ear what I had in mind and received more smiles and kisses in return.... 

Danny picked me up and put me on the bathroom vanity top spreading my legs. I wasn't allowed to talk and I must keep my eyes closed, no matter what....Danny was going to shave my pussy.

There was soft music playing in the background. It was playing just loud enough for me to strain to hear.....to guess if Danny was in the bathroom room with me. I was required to be a good girl and do exactly as I was told. If not, I would have to wait another week for the same opportunity. I was determined not to open my eyes no matter what. 

I was tough and disciplined now and Danny loves me....I was his woman...his baby.....it is a matter of trust and I was getting hornier by the second, anticipating what was going to come. 

It seemed I waited an eternity.... until, I felt Danny's warm breath against the back of my neck, tickling the hair on my nape....he was giving me goose bumps.

"Very good, it has been twenty minutes," Danny said, kissing my lips as he stroked my pussy lightly," I can smell your arousal, baby," he stopped for a moment before continuing to stroke. and I can taste you on my fingers," and he continued running his finger through my pussy curls. 

"Spread your legs further my love. Marvelous, you may touch yourself to remember what it is like to have hair down there. After today your sweet pussy is going to be as smooth as a baby's bottom, or until I decide differently." 

My hair was not only damp from arousal, I was practically dripping as I parted my pussy lips and touched my clitoris, my other hand stroking my pussy curls; remembering as a young chubby girl this first sign, a celebration of my blossoming womanhood, now soon to be gone. 

I lamented the loss but they would soon be replaced by another; Danny's cock in my bald pussy. I squeezed my eyes even tighter in anticipation, stopping myself to save my sweet release until then. 

I heard a click followed by a buzzing sound, almost opening my eyes feeling the buzzing sensation as the clippers mowed a path through my thick bush; pass after pass leaving stubble in its wake. 

The titillating vibration of the clippers on my almost denuded pussy was stimulating me close to my first orgasm while Danny's strong hands held me in place. I was breathing in and out, trying to keep from moaning because once I did my orgasm would wash over me. 

"Stay still, Anita, and stop squirming. I'm almost done." 

How could I? I was ready to orgasm on the spot if he continued with the clippers.

Danny finished. I could hear the snap of the switch as he shut it off ending the maddening buzzing between my legs. 

"What another wonderful surprise, baby," Danny said, kissing my lips," you want to come, don't you?" he was stroking my stubble. "You may touch yourself." 

And I did, the stubble in sharp contrast to the softness of my once thick bush made me shiver with excitement. I quickly removed my hand 

"I know you want to come, Anita. Don't be embarrassed. I want you to play with yourself. Do you want to please me?"

I shut my eyes tighter and nodded my head for yes, "Then do it, baby, make yourself come for me."

Danny took my face in his hands kissing me long and deep, his tongue seeking mine. I returned his kisses, my tongue seeking his as I dropped my hands, frantically stroking myself, moaning with pleasure through our kisses. 

Danny shifted his hands, pushing past my face into my hair gathering it into his hand as he pulled my head back to get to the front of my throat, kissing his way down between my breasts and then kissing his way up. 

Danny returned to my lips, the sensation of my hair being pulled aroused me even more as my orgasm burned through me like a wildfire on a parched drought stricken prairie. 

I sat still for a moment, somewhat embarrassed, the sweet memory of my orgasm fading, as Danny stroked my hair thoughtfully. 

"Open your eyes, and look at me, baby," he said, lifting my chin with his thumb and forefinger; I looked into kind, eyes; eyes that were so cold, hard and harsh with those cowardly bikers, that made me shiver remembering.

"Are you cold?" Danny asked noticing, reaching for a large bath towel and wrapping it around my shoulders. 

"I'm fine," I said smiling.

"That was beautiful, Anita," he said, taking both my hands and kissing them, "I am humbled to share and experience the blossoming of your sexuality and there is much to teach you. 

I still find it amazing you are aroused so easily and are capable of multiple orgasms. And there is much for you to teach me; like bubble bath polar bears and other semi-aquatic fauna indigenous to our bath tub. I am learning your preferences and will explore your delightful complexities.

Many women would be embarrassed to do what you just did. 

Many men are embarrassed to talk to their wives or lovers like I am talking now. I used to be one of them....until I met you. I trust you with my life, Anita."

Danny had me spread my legs again and whipped up a rich lather in his shaving mug with his badger hair brush, "Keep your eyes closed and relax. 

I'm going to lather and shave twice. I am going to take my time and enjoy it. When I finish, you may not look or touch until later; disobedient girls must start over and may be spanked." 

I obeyed, lost in my thoughts as he slowly shaved me, 'It's because of you; you are a part of me now Daniel Miracle Skinner so how can I be embarrassed with a part of myself? 

Ten months ago I didn't have the courage to kiss you, and now I can't get enough of your kisses. I still don't know how you managed to convince daddy to go fishing with you, but these last 10 months have been full of surprises. 




Jelly Bean and Her Bail Bondsman Ch. 02



Mom and I have never been closer, the same for Aunt Joyce and me. We have our own conversations separate from Mom, and she told me some things about my parents that were almost scandalous from a daughter's perspective....my Mom and Dad?

They were wild in their time, or as Aunt Joyce put it, ahead of their time.... part of the original sexual revolution of the sixties carried over; imagine, my old Dad was a wild man!; at least until I was born. 

Aunt Joyce said that my Dad is a tough bastard and won't back down to anybody, even now; imagine that, my gentle and stodgy dad a tough guy. 

Aunt Joyce said that at one time on the sexy scale my Dad was a ten, however in comparison your Daniel is a solid twenty-five, Anita. If I was younger and not married.....My Aunt Joyce said that to me.

She also said there is a photo album of nude pictures or partially dressed and provocative pictures of Mom somewhere, "I had a sneak peek when I was a teenager, Anita; they are probably in Marvin's safe...don't tell Mary I told your dear, but your Mom still turns heads....but then so do we; we are Palmer women. 

We Palmer women stick together, Anita. Sometimes when necessary, we keep some secrets from our men. It's for their own good. We compare notes and share information to help keep our men interested....what fun. Just as they have their secrets.

Why do you think there are no divorces in our family"....I really never thought about it, but she was right. 

"Men are simple creatures, there is nothing complicated about them at all. They are just little boys all grown up and even tough, rough and tumble tough bad boys like yours need to be babied occasionally. 

Dress for your man, wear your hair for him; not for other women and their ideas of style. 

With most men, actions not words keep them interested; be spontaneous with your man; be mysterious, touch him when you walk by; kiss him for no reason; make him think he is the most important person in your world and you will be awarded tenfold. 

Some men need more prodding than others and from what you told us your Daniel isn't one of them. Talk with him, learn his interests and encourage him to learn yours. Always...always find time to do things together. 

Make sure he knows your sexual needs; a man who enjoys giving you oral and will wait for his sweet release is a treasure beyond all earthly measure. A hard man is good to find, Anita, " she said, jokingly, "if you get my meaning, wink, wink." I did, I Loved sucking on Danny's cock, and he loved licking and sucking on my pussy.

"That aside, your mom and I have seen the way Daniel looks at you Anita; you are without a doubt the most important person in the world to him. It is obvious that he loves you." 

Aunt Joyce also made me promise her to keep the family tradition of long hair among the Palmer women and not to be foolish and cut my hair short again; she made me swear to it. 

I never realized how upset she and mom where when I broke that long standing tradition; they assumed I knew better and would discuss it with them first. 

Even without that wonderful tradition to honor, I would never do that again. I know what my Danny likes, thank god. 

"Keep your eyes closed, baby, while I help you into the tub to rinse," Danny said, breaking my chain of thought. Danny rinsed me, patted me dry, helped me into my panties but warning me not to look or touch, "The roads are fully open now, jelly bean. How about having a pizza delivered and cuddling on the couch in front of the TV until bedtime..... 

After our movie was over, Danny helped me up and announced, "I'm exhausted, jelly bean, how about we just go to sleep," he said, so matter of factually and annoyingly. 

'Serves you right,' I thought as I reached out and pinched his tight hard, ass , as he turned to leave, making him jump.

"What was that for, Anita?" He asked, twisting around and rubbing his bottom.

"You know what it's for!" 

"How would you like it if I pinched you?"

"You can't pinch me, I'm a girl!"

"So you are going to pull that on me, eh?"

"I want you to make love to me; you promised."

"Yes I did, and I still promise."

"When?"

"Now!" I grabbed Anita and started tickling, "Danny!" she squealed, laughing, "Don't, stop ticking me!"

"OK, jelly bean, I won't stop tickling you" and I continued tickling her while gently pushing her towards the bedroom. Somehow she managed to pinch me again and break away.

Anita ran downstairs with me close behind her. I chased her into my office and around the desk where I accidently stubbed my big toe. Damn that hurt. I hopped up and down on one leg like a clown, holding my foot only to trip on the Oriental rug and go crashing to the floor...ouch ouch and more ouch; talk about déjà vu; that was the same desk leg Anita tripped on when she lost her shoe.

I sat up, up holding onto my foot, "Hells bells!" I exclaimed rocking back and forth in pain, "I think I broke my toe!"

"Oh, Danny! I'm sorry. Did you really break your toe?" Anita got on the floor next to me.

"No!" I grabbed Anita again, making her shriek in surprise and then laugh when she realized I tricked her, "But it hurts like the dickens. I'll kiss you and make it better..."

Danny helped me to my feet, crushing me to him and kissing my face and neck all over. 

"Anita, Anita, Anita; I would have waited until we were married or at least officially engaged if you asked. I love and respect you so much, you need to understand that, little jelly bean. However, if I don't make love to you now I'll be covered in lumps and bumps bruises and contusions by then...." 

Danny picked me up and put me on his desk," Besides, you have been a good girl; you haven't looked or touched yourself; sit still and continue to be a good girl while I undress you."

Danny dropped the flannel shirt and panties I was wearing to the floor and spun me around to face his chair; he then sat in it. 

"I'm going to taste you first, taste your flower and drink your nectar. There is nothing I like more than the taste of a woman, my women, and you are my woman, Anita, now and forever...spread your legs, baby." 

Danny parted the petals of my flower, what a lovely way to describe it. He started licking, and oh my god, Aunt Joyce is so right, this is nirvana. 

I touched myself, enjoying the silky smoothness of my denuded mound, one hand caressing myself, the other in Danny's thick black hair noting the contrasts. Yes this definitely this is where hair belongs, not here, overgrowing the flowerbed of my glorious flower. 

I lay back closing my eyes, inviting the incursion of Danny's tongue as he teased and tantalized, pausing to taste and savor the succulent nectar of his woman...his woman...I am Danny's woman.

At first his tongue was like a warm pink butterfly, fluttering about and fanning my desire with his wings, further rousing my imagination as he thrust it in-and- out, side-to-side. His tongue was inflaming my arousal. 

Sensing my urgent need as the heat of my smoldering orgasm was rising, his tongue became stalwart and stout, a pink sword slashing and darting, feigning and pummeling. 

It was a savage and remorseless weapon, conquering and pillaging.... releasing the flames of euphoric rapture as orgasm burned through me. 

And then it was gentle and calm, pink and moist; soothing, as he continued licking. Danny finished with a little lick in my belly button and a kiss on my tummy. 

I sat up and Danny took my hands, kissing them, first one and then the other before putting his hands around my waist, "You are beautiful, baby, not to mention delicious, succulent and sweet...sweeter than the honey of the bee."

"And you are handsome, blue eyes," I traced my finger along the scar above his eye, "and you are charming and gentle, except when you are grumpy and strict." 

I took Danny's handsome face in my hands and kissed his lips, "It will be my pleasure to please you now, Sir."

"What do you have in mind, baby?" 

"Let me show you," I got down on my knees and pulled his pajama pants down to his ankles, helping him step out of them. When I looked up, his cock was standing at attention.

I started licking the tip first, looking up and smiling; looking into his blue eyes, while moving my tongue in a circle around the circumference and fluttering my tongue on the tip. Danny's hands were in my hair and he was looking down on me, smiling.

I was sucking as he taught me, feeling his hard cock throb in my mouth as I licked and sucked. Danny had other ideas and yanked my hair gently, motioning me to stand.

When I did, Danny picked me up and carried me upstairs and put me on the futon. He took off his tee shirt for me to see all the hard muscles of his buff body on display.

"Remember my love, I am willing to wait. Are you sure you are ready?"

"Yes, Sir," I said, almost breathlessly. It was finally going to happen.

"Very well Anita. Lie down on your back and take it like a woman because I am going to take you like a man." 

Danny got down beside me and kissed my lips. I was a little nervous, well maybe more than a little nervous and there was no turning back now. He kissed my face, behind my ears, working his way down my neck kissing to the base of my throat, returning to my ears, licking and nibbling on the lobs, "Are you sure?"He whispered.

"Yes," I whispered, "please, Danny," he silenced me by kissing my lips, his tongue seeking mine. 'My god,' I was thinking, 'he is making me so horny, and I'm almost ready ...I think.'

Danny started kissing and licking me all over, especially my breasts, licking and sucking, tasting and probing with his marvelous lips and tongue. My head was thrown back, my eyes closed shut...my god it felt so good. 

I could feel the moistness between my legs flowing anew as he worked his way down to my stomach before finally arriving to that final destination. I was caressing his back and shoulders, feeling the muscles moving underneath his skin. 

"Mm, I can smell you, baby. I can smell the sweet honey of your flower that I tasted mere minutes ago; last chance"

I shook my head; I was so aroused now I could hardly stand it as Danny got on top of me, supporting his weight with his arms.

My wet flower welcomed his cock as he entered me, slowly and carefully. There was some resistance, and I felt some pressure as he slowly pushed harder. I felt a momentary twinge of pain, and the final resistance of my virginity conquered as his cock filled my entire uterus with his balls caressing the lips of my flower. 

Danny made love to me slowly and gently at first, his cadence and thrusts increasing in force as my second orgasm was rising.

My hips were gyrating as I thrust them forward to welcome his cock, slowly at first and then frantically thrashing as I moaned and squirmed, he timing his orgasm with mine; the only sound he was making was a growl in his throat as he pumped his rich, creamy seed deep into my flower, our orgasms mere seconds apart. 

I opened my eyes to look into his; I saw nothing but concern there, love and concern, "I'm fine, and I love you, Danny."

I reached underneath me to feel the sheets; there were some spots of blood, "We need..." Danny put a finger over my lips and shook his head, like he did on the day we met; he kissed my lips, saying, "No, baby; it is a gift from you to me, the evidence of a cherished act of love, and I would like to keep it for awhile." Danny rolled off of me and pulled me close. 

"Go to sleep now, baby, and let me hold you until you do." 

"But..." 

"Hush, I will broach no argument from you, Anita."

"Yes, Sir," and I cuddled closer to fall asleep, safe in his arms.....

It was a bright and balmy spring afternoon in May; two days from a year of when we first met. Anita and I were meeting with clients, an elderly couple whose worthless 45 year old son was arrested for burglarizing and vandalizing an empty warehouse; they needed money to post his bail. 

Their unaccomplished son's life resume was that of a well rounded semi-ambitious incompetent petty criminal. The highlight of his life was accomplishing a place on the wall of shame as a recalcitrant local nuisance who was very well known to his neighbors and to the police. 

Joyce came into the office almost breathless with excitement. She stopped in the doorway when she saw we had clients. Joyce must have left the house in a hurry because her hair was down, falling loose down to her trim waist. Usually Joyce had it styled in several different braid styles or variations of buns and ponytails.

Anita's hair was growing out nicely. It fell two inches past the nape of her neck now. I couldn't wait until it was as long as Joyce's or Mary's. Anita hair had a growth spurt during the winter and keeps on growing. It is long enough for a french twist or a cute short ponytail. 

Joyce had the biggest smile on her face and was silently asking me if she could to talk with Anita. Obviously it was good news or something good was about to happen. 

I nodded and they went around the corner. I could hear Anita stifle a happy squeal of delight as she covered her mouth with her hand and then the light thumping and scuffling of two pairs of small feet as if they were hugging and jumping up and down...undoubtedly something good.

Anita and Joyce went into the next room closing the door to talk while I concluded my business and saw the couple out with cash for the bail. I then joined the ladies in Anita's office. 

Anita and Joyce stood up together. They slowly circled me with mischievous, knowing looks on their faces. I stood in place with my arms folded across my chest, looking serious, professional, and somber, the only defense I had to their feminine charm.

"There is going to be a wedding, Danny," Anita informed me. 

"That's right, handsome," Joyce added, teasingly, "we're going to show you off to the rest of the family."

Anita stopped and reached up to adjust my tie, "It's a big affair, black suits or tails for the men and gowns for the ladies," she kissed my lips, "I'm going to be a bridesmaid," she kissed my lips again, "Hannah and I promised each other we would be bridesmaids at each other's wedding."

"The wedding is in September. I heard that through the grapevine 20 minutes ago from Cousin Lucy," Joyce, informed me, "Mary is on the telephone getting the particulars first hand from the mother of the bride. That means the ladies getting together to meet. A wedding shower for a certain bridesmaid's mother, Mary, and a certain bridesmaid's Aunt Joyce, me, will eventually be getting together to discuss the color for their dresses and all the girly things that go along with a wedding." (Joyce has two grown married sons.) 

"And we are going to dance and dance, Danny. Then pointing to the CD player," Aunt Joyce, if you please," Joyce hurried over to put a CD in the player, turning it on and flooding the room with soft romantic music. 

Anita took the barrette out of the low ponytail she was wearing and shook her head letting her thick, soft dark brown hair fall about her shoulders. I adore it when she does that. 

"Dance during business hours, don't be ridiculous," I replied, scowling. 

"Oh, don't be so grumpy," Anita said, messing up my hair.

"Yes, don't be such a Grumpy Bear, "Joyce said messing up my hair even more; "dance with your young lady." 

What was a man to do? We danced to three songs before Joyce cut in so I danced with her. There are definite advantages to being your own boss. 

While I danced with Joyce, I had one hand around her waist under her hair. I couldn't help feeling it move back and forth as we danced. I enjoyed its thick softness and texture between my fingers unable to help myself. I'm sure Joyce was aware of it.

There's nothing like dancing with a long haired woman and Anita was well on her way to being one again. 

"Hannah and Anita were very close as children," Joyce told me, "and were born on the same day. They celebrated their birthdays together until they turned twelve. Hannah is a sweet child, but has no common sense; she never did well in school, and thank god she is marrying well. 

Lucy says the groom's family is pulling out the stops and to say the wedding will be an extravagant affair will be an understatement. Bob (Robert), Hannah's father, is Marvin's youngest brother. 

Bob isn't one for big fancy productions but is going along with his second wife to keep the peace. It's complicated so let's leave that for another time. With Anita, there will be four unmarried girls from our side of the family. I don't know how many from the grooms side yet but as they say the more the merrier." 

"Second wife?" I asked

"Patty died when Hannah was thirteen and after three years, a proper and respectable amount of time, Bob started dating and finally married his secretary, Alice Morrow, now Alice Jones. There is a precedent in our family about bosses marrying their Secretaries. So what's taking you so long?" Joyce asked, whispering in my ear.

"My I cut in?" Anita asked.

While Anita and I were dancing, "It's not that we don't like Aunt Alice, but she can be a bit snooty if things don't go exactly her way when it is her turn to entertain. To her credit, Aunt Alice's organizational skills and attention to details are amazing."

"Alice sometimes puts on airs, Dan," Joyce chimed in, "but we tolerate her for Bob's sake, and too her credit, Alice attends all the family functions and is not too proud to pitch in to help out in the kitchen, do the dishes, or anything else that needs to be done."

"Aunt Alice really isn't a bad person, Danny. We think she is good for Uncle Bob, for the most part."

We finished our last dance and Anita made us coffee. I sat back and let them talk about the upcoming wedding and watched while Anita put Joyce's hair up in a bun. I was content and happy that Anita was thrilled about being a bridesmaid. Actually, I was looking forward to it because it would be my first wedding.

Unfortunately, I received a telephone call from Mary spoiling my content mood; I could sense something was wrong as soon as I picked up the receiver and I always trust my instincts; they served me well when I was a bounty hunter. 

"Danny, we are going have a family meeting this afternoon. Marvin is talking with his brother right now and not getting anywhere. Is Joyce there?"

"Yes, she told us the good news."

"Well....Anita will be devastated when she hears. Whatever you do keep Joyce there. Is your calendar clear for the rest of the day?"

"It's clear for you, Mary."

"Thank you, smile, are you smiling? Pretend like nothing is wrong."

"Yes," I replied, "I've never been to a wedding before," while smiling and playing along.

"Good, I know I can count on you; we need cooler heads to prevail. Don't tell Joyce. You know how protective she is about Anita. 

Joyce will drive right over there and get into Alice's face; we don't need that; she has the Palmer temper. It will be better if I break the news here with her husband here to hold her down if necessary. It will be a disappointment for Anita, but I'm sure she will rise above it. After all, Anita is a Palmer woman as well. In the grand scheme of things its Hannah's wedding and it's best to keep the peace in the family." 

"Tell Mom I said hello, Danny."

"Anita says hello."

Mary continued, "Bart (Joyce's husband) is closing his Gun Shop for the day, can you be here in an hour....wait... I hear a car pulling in the driveway....yes it's him."

"Dinner, yes we can be there; wait I'll tell them."

"Anita, we are invited to an early dinner to discuss the wedding, Joyce too."

"Tell Mary, I'll be there. I wouldn't miss it for the world; does she need anything?" Joyce asked.

"Do you need anything, Mary? ..... Mary said no, and she made tapioca pudding for dessert." 




Jelly Bean and Her Bail Bondsman Ch. 02



"Mary's tapioca pudding; I'm definitely going," Joyce said.

"I'll second that," Anita chimed in.....

Danny hung up the telephone with Mom, "Well ladies, it is a beautiful day. It is a perfect day for a ride in the Corvette with the top down."

"May I ride in it, handsome?" Joyce asked.

"Of course you may. I'll tell you what. Anita will drive and I'll follow you over in your truck."

"You know how to drive a stick?" Joyce asked surprised, turning to Anita.

"Of course," I said, proudly, "not to mention a backhoe."

"Who taught you to....never mind," Joyce said turning to Danny yanking on his tie, "What other things have you taught my niece, and do I want to know?"

"Danny taught me how to shoot, but don't tell Dad, we want to surprise him."

"I know about the dog bone. I want you to teach me how to shoot and I have some more questions for you. Wait, where are you going?" Aunt Joyce asked him as Danny pulled away to take off his tie. 

"Get back here, boss," I said, "we're not done with you."

"I'm taking the fifth; otherwise you two Palmer women are likely to eat me alive." 

"Now there's a thought," Aunt Joyce and I said unrehearsed together; we burst out laughing at the coincidence. 

"I rest my case," Danny said laughing along with us, "Leave your truck keys on my desk, Joyce and I'll meet you two there as soon as I change........."

I changed into blue jeans, a flannel shirt and my comfortable boots. I was an hour behind them, taking several important calls to schedule meetings for house closings. It was a Jones family thing and they really didn't need me there. It wasn't my place to butt my nose in and interfere. 

I arrived to find Marvin pacing back and forth on his front porch and he looked angry.

"Mr. Jones," I said, offering him my hand, our respectful greeting when we were alone together. There was mutual respect now and that was a good start. 

"Mr. Skinner," he replied, grasping my hand and shaking, "Anita is with her mother. She took it better than we expected; nevertheless Anita is in her bedroom crying; leave her be for now. I'm sure she doesn't want you to see her like that. 

There is no reasoning with my brother. If Patty were still alive Anita would be part of the wedding party come hell or high water. I know Alice cares for Hannah in her own way, but a marriage is a holy sacrament, not an opulent Hollywood production where you cast the wedding party for their looks. 

Alice and Bob had a modest wedding; just the two of them at the altar. They had a very nice outdoor barbecue for their reception. We roasted a pig and there were plenty of other dishes everyone brought to pass. " 

I was starting to guess what happened.

Marvin continued, "Bart is in the kitchen trying to reason with Joyce. Can you believe it; he put Joyce in a bear hug until she calmed down. You better give me her truck keys," he said, holding out his hand, "If Joyce asks you for them blame it on me."

"How long has it been since they saw, Anita?" 

"It's been over a year."

"I see," I replied, my turn to be angry. 

"Exactly, Mary and I didn't bring up Anita's weight loss because it shouldn't matter."

"You're damn right it shouldn't. It is a damn classless thing to do. Anita was beautiful when I hired her and she is beautiful now. What kind of self-absorbed, preoccupied with.... excuse me. I won't say another word as it's not my place to say, but I would spare Anita that hurt if I could, and..." 

I noticed that my hands were clenched in fists and so did Marvin. I relaxed them, closed my eyes and took a deep breath. When I opened them, I noticed Marvin studying me. 

"Of course Anita is beautiful, and you have been good for her," he grudgingly admitted, "I would spare her the hurt, but I can't. At one time my little bunny used to come to me for everything, and now...."

Bart opened the door and stepped out, closing it behind him. "Joyce agrees not to cause any trouble," then turning to me and holding out his hand, "Ah, you must be Daniel. Bart Schultz."

"Dan will do," I greeted, him, shaking his hand.

"I hear nothing but good about you from Mary and Joyce but little of anything from old Marv here. We go way back; even though the old codger has me by ten years. 

Marv and I broke a few heads together in our day, and we had our share of the ladies, if you know what I mean; before we settled down and traded in our hot rods for station wagons; not that we looked for trouble, but we had each other's backs when trouble found us. I never thought this wild man would ever settle down...and then he met Mary."

"Is that a fact?" I commented looking at Marvin," Mr. Jones was a scrapper and a playboy?" 

"Hard to believe, but yeah it is. We ended up marrying the Palmer sisters," Bart continued, "the best thing that ever happened to us. They toned us down a bit, tamed us to a certain extent and gave us a bit of polish; not that they're not feisty in the bedroom department, if you know what I mean; they get better with age while seeming never to age. 

You chose well young fellow and from what I hear Anita didn't do too bad either getting herself a lawyer. Do you have any legal advice to what is going on?" 

"And you get dumber with age, Bart." 

Just after Marvin said that, Anita came outside and hugged her father, her Uncle Bart, and last but not least, me, "I'm glad you are finally here, Danny, we can have our meeting now". 

We followed her into the kitchen where Anita sat down at the kitchen table between her mother and aunt; it was if they were guarding Anita. We three men sat across from them.

"We have come to a decision," Mary announced, speaking for the three women, "We will attend the wedding and be gracious. We will keep our displeasure and disappointment to ourselves for the present. Obviously Hannah is easily influenced and Alice doesn't know any better. As for Robert, that is between Marvin and his brother.

Down the road, Joyce and I will deal with Alice, discreetly of course, but as we see fit contingent to the circumstances. Anita will deal with Hannah the same; she is of her generation. Hannah will not be part of Anita's wedding party, unless she apologies to Anita; otherwise, let petty, clueless, conceited and ignorant remain with them.

The wedding plans are made. The groom's family is paying for most of everything. Apparently they are calling all the shots. The wedding is being held in Long Island which is quite a drive for us.

Three of the Jones girls are part the wedding party; Cindy, Margaret, and Kathy. We are happy for them. The groom's side is making up the rest up the wedding party, nine of them with the bride and groom making fourteen. Marvin, do you have anything to say."

"I will not ask my other brothers or their families to take sides, nor will we discuss it if the subject comes up at the wedding. I'm disappointed that Bob doesn't have a backbone. (Although Marvin was thinking, 'I'd like to kick his ass up between his shoulder blades') As Mary said, silence will speak loudly and forcefully of our displeasure. Does anyone have anything to say?" 

I felt all eyes on me, "What about you Dan. You will be escorting Anita to the wedding. What do you think about all this?" Joyce asked.

"You know these people far better than I do. Your reasonable steps to avoid further acrimony by being gracious and forgiving are laudable; I say this as an attorney."

But I was thinking, 'I would jump at the chance to get into the groom's face and pop that weasel in the nose: those people aren't off limits for me yet, and I can easily defend and argue that case. They are nothing more than a bunch of self-absorbed, preoccupied with appearances, everything has to be perfect, god damn weasels.....well maybe, just maybe, everything doesn't have to be perfect.'

"That's it?" Joyce asked disappointed, although thinking, 'I'd love to turn Dan lose on the groom and watch him mop the floor with him. That would serve Hannah right for leaving her cousin out and put a big dent in snooty Alice's plans for a story book wedding.'

"Well Joyce, as a matter of fact there is; Marvin has your truck keys......."

We all had dinner together that night; fried chicken with biscuits and gravy, green beans, and tapioca pudding for dessert. Danny was charming as usual and lightened the mood as best he could by telling jokes and funny stories. 

Even Dad got into the act and told a few of his own with Uncle Bart joining in. 

It was about nine when Danny left. He walked home saying he needed time to think, leaving the Corvette with me. I knew he was angry that I was not included in the wedding party. Dad commented on that after Danny left. 

I spent the night with my parents. Dad tucked me into bed and kissed my forehead like he used to when I was a little girl... what could it hurt.....

Anita arrived at work the usual time, early. I was just finishing shaving when she walked into the bathroom.

"Are you OK baby?" I asked, wiping my face with a towel.

"I missed you," Anita said, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing my lips, "I love you Danny."

"And I love you more than all the stars in the sky," I pulled her close and hugged her gently, "Are you sure you are OK?"

"I'm disappointed, but I'm fine. We are doing the right thing." 

"Good girl."

"Nevertheless, we will be attending the wedding and I am going to show you off."

"What if I don't want to be shown off?"

"You should realize by now you don't have a say in the matter. Me, Mom and Aunt Joyce have already decided that. Besides, everyone needs to meet my future husband and you had better be charming. Mom suggested we all drive down a day early to get motel rooms where the wedding reception is being held. "

"A day early, we?"

"Yes, you and me, Mom and Dad, Aunt Joyce and Uncle Bart. We will need three rooms to save money. Aunt Joyce and Uncle Bart will have one of the rooms; she is used to his snoring."

"Who will I be sharing a room with jelly bean?"

"My dad. I will be sleeping with Mom. This way we all will be well rested, and our clothes won't be wrinkled from the six hour drive. The wedding is in the morning and the reception is in the evening. We ladies will have plenty of time to get beautiful for you men, and we will have a place to rest in between. After the reception we can get a good nights' sleep and drive home refreshed at our leisure."

"Will I be sleeping with you the second night?"

"No!"

"Your parents know we are sleeping together on the weekends, correct?"

"This is different Danny."

"I'm just teasing, jelly bean, but I insist on having my own bed."

"Good, I'll let them know you think it's a good idea. We can stay in the hotel where the reception is being held and check out the Grand Ballroom early. I hear it will easily hold 1000 people although my best estimate according to Lucy is 400 people will be attending. 

I'll make the reservations now to lock in our rooms. May we use your Business Credit Card to get a businessmen's rate? Dad offered to pay for our rooms, his treat. Let him reimburse you at the discounted rate. You can pay for the gas and tolls." 

"Yes ma'am" I replied, thinking, 'Better attend and cooperate then incur the collective wrath of the Palmer women, including my jelly bean; especially now that I've taught Anita how to fight and defend herself.... and shoot a handgun, apparently at my own peril.' 

These thoughts had me smiling because I am more than impressed by the way these women have each other's backs. 

"Danny, guess what I'm thinking."

"You want to change your hair color and be a redhead for the wedding."

"Very funny, besides, you would never allow it. Guess again."

"You missed me last night and I missed you. You want me to ravish you."

"Good guess, handsome. Guess what I brought you."

"The delicious leftover tapioca pudding your mother served yesterday."

"Better than that and it's in the refrigerator. Mom sent over a big bowl just for you. She made it last night, but there is something else, guess; it comes in a bottle."

"Root beer?"

"No! Bubble bath. We made up a special batch of peppermint bubble bath just for you....."

The look on my Grumpy Bear's face was priceless.

"You told your mother I take bubble baths!" and Danny made that annoyed growling sound in his throat, "Damn it, Anita!"

"Oh, don't be so grumpy about it. Mom thinks it's precious you take bubble baths. She won't tell anybody, Danny."

"Right, nobody but your father."

"So my Dad knows about it; what's the big deal. Dad thinks it's funny."

"Great, Anita...just great!"

"Please don't be angry with me," I said putting my arms around his neck and he felt tense; Danny was very annoyed with me. 

"I love you," I cooed, "Will it make you feel better to know that Dad takes bubble baths and has done so for years. He prefers bergamot with a bit of clove," I kissed his lips.

"Mush, damn it," he said kissing me back, "you have me wrapped around your little finger."

"Of course I do, Danny, it was my plan from the very beginning and tomorrow is our first year anniversary. What did you get me?" 

"You will have to wait until tomorrow to find out for being a little tattletale, unless..." 

"Unless what?"

"Do your mother and father take bubble baths together?"

"Of course they do. What did you buy me for our anniversary?" I asked sticking my hand down the front of his boxers to stroke his cock.

"That's not fair, baby....don't stop."

"I want to suck on your cock, lover, and then I want you to fuck me hard and rough. I want to feel your balls spank my ass." 

"I love when you talk naughty, baby."

I smiled as I pulled his boxer shorts down and go on my knees to lick the tip of his hard cock, "What did you get me?"

"Mm, I'll tell you but you'll have wait until tomorrow to see them...oh god, baby....start sucking, I've taught you too well," and I was thinking, 'Yes you have, lover; although I've had some good advice from other's along the way.'

"What did you get me, blue eyes," I cooed licking the tip, looking up him and smiling. Danny taught me that. He loves looking into my brown eyes when I suck on his cock....he sexily refers to them as cock eyes when I look up at him.

"I'm giving you diamond and ruby earrings,.... mm.... that's right," he was growling with pleasure now, Danny's other low growl, the only sound of pleasure he makes when we have sex and it is because of me. 

"They are fit for princesses...start sucking, baby.....yes, yes, yes; keep sucking because I think you're now ready to advance." 

Danny took the barrette out of my hair and wrapped his hand in it to yank it upward in warning for me to stand. How did I know that? Because I know him so well and love him for it.

I enjoy having my hair pulled when he fucks me hard, it so feral; like a male grizzly bear in rut, biting and holding its mates neck by the fur to hold her in place when they do it. 

Danny stood me up and looked at me with his hot blue eyes. Letting go of my hair, he grabbed me roughly, kissed me, only to spin me around, and bend me over the sink vanity, my hair falling forward, partially covering my face. 

I braced myself knowing what was coming next...well, almost knowing. Instead of pulling my panties down he tore them at the seams as if they were made of paper.

I watched us in the mirror, "How damp your hot pink panties are, baby" Danny said, rubbing them on his face, "the smell of a woman, my woman... don't move Anita. 

He reached underneath my skirt and started playing with my flower with his fingers, pulling them out to tease and taste, "Ah the taste of my woman," he continued caressing me with his fingers while I was pushing my ass back and forth. I was practically dripping, wondering if he was going to completely undress me.

I wanted Danny to fuck me so bad...I wanted to come so bad, but Danny made me wait so I could savor the anticipation, feel the yearning and experience the ravenous desire for sweet release. 

Danny reached around the front and unbuttoned my frilly cream blouse. I could feel his hard cock pressed up against me, teasing me as I squirmed from side to side, trying to push his rock hard cock into my dripping flower, all the while I was watching us in the mirror...this was so erotic. 

It was like I was a voyeur watching an erotic play with actors who looked exactly like us. 

I was detached yet involved, hearing and feeling every sensation.... watching and waiting; anticipating the disclosure of each new scene that would build to a crescendo of the massive glorious orgasms that would pummel our dripping and welcoming flowers as both Danny's ravished us with their hard cocks. 

"If you had another blouse hanging in the closet this one would be history. We will have to do something about that." 

Danny unhooked my white lace bra in the front and pushed the cups out of the ways to get to my breasts.

God that felt so good as he stroked and caressed them with his strong warm hands, gently and loving until my nipples were begging to be licked and sucked on.

Danny squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples as he entered me, the slight pain was inflaming my pleasure as the incursion of his cock slammed into my clitoris.

Danny did this slowly, alternating between caressing my breasts gently and then pinching my nipples and holding the pressure, making them throb when he released them, while he was pushing up against me, his cock buried in my flower. I was moaning and squirming from side to side while being held securely in place with his hard cock 

I was practically panting with desire and I barely recognized the woman in the mirror doing the same. She was looking back at me with a rapturous look of sheer pleasure on her face.

I wanted to come so badly but every time I started to orgasm, Danny would pull out and run his fingers through my hair...until... He grabbed my hair and yanked my head back...asking, "Who are you Anita?" 

"I am your woman."

"That's right baby, do you want to come, little tattletale?"

"Please, Danny," and he smiled, pushing his cock into my frantic pussy, "Ask me again, Anita."

"Please let me come, Sir."

"Do you want it hard, Anita," he tugged at my hair, "do you want me to take you rough and hard?"

I could feel my juices, dripping down my legs and at this point I would have said anything for the sweet release. 

"Please, fuck me hard, Sir," I begged, as I watched the woman in the mirror beg to her lover; as the other Danny in the mirror pulled my mirror images head back. I felt the sensuous tug on our hair enhancing our pleasure as we were entered by their cocks, pummeling our dripping flowers. Their balls spanked our asses as they rammed us with their cocks, relentlessly and without mercy. I...we, were bucking and squirming and panting, and moaning; our flowers were on fire as the orgasms burned through us.

Danny was not done with me, he wanted more...I could see it in his hot blue eyes as I turned to look at him....he pointed at the floor and said, "Take off your blouse and bra, but leave everything else on."

I was naked except for my skirt, garter and stockings as I went down on Danny, greedily licking and sucking his cock. His hands were buried in my hair, and just before he came, "Don't swallow, hold it in your mouth." 

Danny pulled half way out, filling my mouth with his rich and creamy seed, and I was curious... I got up and looked in the mirror, opening my mouth and sticking my tongue out slightly, looking at his cum nestled on the top.

Danny kissed my cheek, and then put his face next to mine so we were both looking at our reflections, "I swear to god, Anita, sometimes I think you can read my mind. I didn't get a chance to ask you...you can swallow now." I didn't want to swallow...not yet. 




Jelly Bean and Her Bail Bondsman Ch. 02



"Sometimes you are so feminine, incredibly sexy and spontaneous it just about takes my breath away, like now; yet it amazes me how you manage to keep your innocent charm. 

I so appreciate my innocently charming and conservatively classy little lady when we are out together in public. You are so smart and complicated, while being so sweet. 

I'm getting mushy, and I adore being mushy with you. However, we have paperwork from yesterday to finish and file and more today....so Ms. Jones."

"Yes, Mr. Skinner," I said after swallowing...while thinking, 'it tastes so good.'

"Get dressed. I want to see your hair up in a french twist today all prim and proper. As a matter of fact I want you to teach me how to do it. I've already mastered your ponytails...."

After I was properly ravished, and goodness, was I ravished, we got dressed for work and I made our reservations while Danny brushed my hair. 

Before Danny was so wild, rough, bad boy sexy and demanding; I was actually panting while he fucked me. Now he was so gentle, carefully brushing my hair. I showed him how to twist it up and then I pinned it place.

Danny took the pins out, letting it down to be brushed again, and he put it up expertly. Either he is a natural or has done this before. It doesn't matter. In my book a boyfriend or a husband should help their lady with their hair...my father does.

My next call was to Dad. He insisted that he come over now with the cash. This would be the first time that he visited here and it would be a perfect time to give him the grand tour and to show off my new skills. 

The next two days would most likely only be paperwork and that could be done at anytime, even if we had to work after hours to get caught up, the responsible thing to do..... 

Anita went to the market to get cold cuts and bread in case Marvin wanted to have lunch with us. She was still shopping when he arrived alone with the cash.

I held out my hand and Marvin took it, squeezing much harder than usual. Even at seventy I could believe he still was a tough son of a gun, "Mr. Skinner," he said in greeting, "Mr. Jones, I replied squeezing back.

"Here is the cash, and oh yes, I bought you something," Marvin said, taking a small white cardboard box out of his coat pocket and handing it to me with a neutral expression on his face. 

I opened the box and inside was a small yellow rubber duck, "When you squeeze him, the ducky squeaks, Dan," he said chuckling.

"What a very thoughtful gift, Marv, thank you," I gave him my best poker face, "I must defer to an expert on this having never owned my own yellow rubber ducky before. What do you feed your ducky; bergamot and cloves?"

He slapped me on the back, laughing, "So, Anita was tattling on her father."

"I suppose you think this is amusing?" I replied, trying not to grin.

"You can drop the poker face, Dan, because it is amusing and amazing, besides what's the harm in it? What really amazes me is that my daughter got you to go along with that. 

I have seen changes in Anita this past year that would make any father proud. It has got back to me from Mary that you are very strict with Anita and I approve. 

Too be honest, I just can't picture you sitting in a bubble bath. Mary turned me on to that when we first married; I resisted at first. 

I find it amazing because you are a man who hunted down dangerous fugitives and brought them back for trial. I can only imagine how dangerous being a bounty hunter was, yet you take bubble baths, and as I said, Anita got you to do that. 

You protected my daughter from those bikers without any regard to your own safety. I never thanked you for that and I should have. Let's just say this rubber ducky is my way of thanking you and leave it at that." 

Marvin held out his hand for me to shake again, and I did, asking, "Does this mean my trial period is over, Marv?"

"It is over with, yes."

"Do you still think I'm too old for Anita?"

"Don't push it, son."

"Fine, I can live with that. Anita will be back shortly with the fixings for lunch. In the mean time, let me show you around my home and business."

"What are we having for lunch, Dan?"

"Whatever Anita brings back from the Star Market, cold cuts I think, and including but limited to Mary's tapioca pudding for dessert." 

"Well in that case you can count me in..."

I found Danny and Dad in the arsenal, the original heavy plate steel room where the small arms and ammunition were stored when the building was still commissioned. 

There are two very large and extremely heavy safes Danny acquired for his business there. One holds important papers such as bonds and securities for collateral or forfeited collateral, in addition to cash which is necessary sometimes when posting bail. There is a leather plumbers bag in the safe containing handcuffs, leg irons, and other restraints including duct tape. 

The arsenal is also a safe room and we are to retreat into it in the event of trouble, locking ourselves in and calling the police. If push comes to shove there are several sliding peep holes we can stick a shotgun barrel through to cover anywhere in the adjoining room while waiting for the police. Danny says fight safe and smart.

There is a beat up hard plastic dog chew in there in the shape of a bone in the safe. I found that to be funny until Danny explained what it was for. He said it was like palming a roll of dimes in your fist for punching but far superior; the knobby part of the hard plastic bone sticks out and you can strike with the knobs without hurting your hand. 

Plastic dog bones are legal in all 50 states. This was Danny's good luck charm from the old days. I carry one now for self defense, and I know how to use it. 

The safe also contains two short barreled 12 Gauge double barrel side by side shotguns that have been hard chrome plated. Danny explained that the chrome plating helps them to stand out to make the holes at the end of the barrels (bores) look bigger and intimidating when pointed at a perp. The safe holds two high powered bolt action rifles; one scoped, and the other with peep sights both chambered in 30-06. 

He has two lever action rifles with peep sights chambered for the .44 magnum that will also shoot .44 special loads. Danny has two Smith & Wesson revolvers in .44 magnum and one small Charter Arms in 44 special; he explained the obvious advantages of having rifles using the same ammo as his revolvers.

Danny favors revolvers over semi-auto pistols for their inherent simplicity and reliability; the same for his preference for double barrel shotguns, bolt action rifles, and lever action rifles. 

I don't know what is stored in the second steel safe.

Danny was showing Dad the revolvers when I walked in on them. I gave them both a big hug and a kiss, my daddy first. 

"Did Danny show you the 25 yd. indoor pistol range in the utility building Dad?"

"Yes and that is quite a set up with three shooting stations and mechanical returning targets. It is also an excellent idea that the steel bullet trap on the far wall is backed up with double rows of railroad ties making it very safe. Dan invited me to shoot with him one of these days, and you know I might just take him up on it.

"What about now, Dad?"

"Now?" Dad asked surprised.

"Why not, Marv?" Danny chimed in, "are you afraid Anita will outshoot you?"

Turning to Danny, "Did you....I mean....you taught Anita how to shoot?"

"Yes, I did, Marv, and in my opinion it is a good thing for women being able to shoot and defend themselves until help arrives."

I explained everything else to my Dad what I learned about self-defense and Dad's eyes were just about bugging out of his head.

I ended with," That is why my key ring is attached to the end of a hard plastic dog bone. I bet you thought it was a childish decoration." I said holding the bone in my fist.

"I did", Dad admitted, when he finally found his voice, and he started chuckling, "Imagine that, my little bunny kicking ass and Dan taking bubble baths; will miracles never cease to happen. 

The next thing I know you will have Dan attending church. If you have a box of thirty-eight specials kicking around, or just ten rounds, I'll bet you a dollar you can't out shoot your poor old Daddy....."

Marv really surprised me that day, and not because he was a good shot with his revolver; he finally accepted me, or at least was resigned to the fact that I was going to marry his daughter. 

Marv managed 2 X-Rings, 7 in the ten and one flyer in the nine-ring on the B-27 Silhouette Target. 

Anita outshot him by putting all ten shots of 44 special rounds in the X-ring rapid fire at twenty five yards.

I then put up three targets, holding up two fingers. Anita demonstrated the rapid fire double-tap drill, drawing from the holster and putting two shots in the center of the first target, the second and one in the third. 

Anita quickly opened the cylinder, ejected the spent cases, inserted five live rounds from a speed loader, closed the cylinder and brought the revolver up to scan for potential threats, reloading in less than five seconds. 

Anita is a natural shot and took to shooting like a rubber duck takes to bathwater. I drilled her in practical or combat shooting techniques that will pay off in a pinch, and taught her the hand signals Duke taught me to communicate without words. 

I selected my stainless steel Charter Arms Bulldog five shot .44 special revolver with a 2 ½ barrel for Anita. It is small and light weight at a mere 21 ounces. It has soft black rubber grips to absorb the recoil. Its small size is easy for Anita to conceal. Stoked with the CCI Speer Gold Dot 200 gr. hollow point, this little hand cannon is reliable and has tremendous stopping power in a small package. 

Marvin gladly paid up his bet and hugged Anita, praising her and saying she had grown up to be a strong and responsible woman, adding, "you always will be my sweet little bunny."

During lunch when the subject came up, "What else did Danny teach you about deadly physical force, Anita?"

"He explained I should always be aware of my surroundings and it is best to avoid trouble and retreat whenever possible. He said that deadly physical force is a last resort and it is best to talk my way out of a situation whenever possible. 

I should learn to fight smart to the best of my abilities taking into account my physical stature balanced against my strengths and weaknesses, repeating it is best to walk away from a situation whenever possible and there is no shame in retreating to safety. I should never allow anyone to lay hands on me. If talking doesn't work, put a hurting on anyone who tries.

Finally, and most importantly, I must never underestimate my opponent. If I am backed into a corner without any means of escape and my life is in danger, show no mercy and shoot for the center of mass. Keep on shooting until the threat is neutralized....."

After starting Anita on the paperwork I saw Marvin to his Dodge Caravan. Somehow I knew Marvin wanted to ask me something, and I was right. That and the fact that he was calling me Dan which was a good sign from heaven.... or whatever. 

"Well, Dan, are you still too obtuse to admit that God is looking out for you. Do you walk alone seeing only your footprints in the sand?

You haven't done too badly in life. My daughter loves you and I'm certain you love her. How did you put it...oh yes, more than all the stars in the sky? Who do you think made the stars in the heavens and put them there, Dan? Do you think they appeared out of nowhere?

Are you ready to discuss having a relationship with God, again, man to man, just you and me?

"I might be open for a private discussion and perhaps an eventual mediation provided the venue is to my liking."

"I can live with that, son. With divine intervention you will detour around hell entirely and after a brief stay in Purgatory, will be stuck with me for all eternity...." 

We celebrated our one year first day-we-met anniversary with a cozy dinner at Chang's, ordering our Peking duck in advance, and reserving the small private dining room for special customers or family members; the general public is not invited or is even aware it exists. Along with the duck we had prawns with broccoli and clouds ear mushrooms, our pot of tea, finishing with a glass of plum wine and orange segments. 

We walked home stopping along the way to hug and kiss, well, mostly me stopping to hug and kiss him; not that Danny objected because each time he picked me up and spun me around. 

We shared a big paper cup of hot chocolate on a park bench and decided to take in a movie. While there, we shared a bag of shelled pistachios. 

Danny is not what you would call a material man, and I wracked my brain for months deciding what to buy him. I decided to buy him a pocket watch and Mom and I went antiquing. 

My Mom is a shrewd bargainer and she does so politely and firmly with her natural feminine charm. We found a very nice Elgin antique coin silver pocket watch in my price range. The owner explained it was a size 18 triple hinged case with a 7 jewel movement. 

Further, he advised us it was recently cleaned, oiled, and regulated by a master watch maker, showing us the receipt of service. He said the crystal was not original but a perfect reproduction and Mom praised him for his honesty. 

Needless to say Mom turned on her charm and we purchased it for fifty dollars less than his second rock bottom price.

Our day finally arrived. I insisted that Danny unwrap his present first... I was so excited...when he opened it, well, he was speechless.

Danny looked at me, and then the watch, and then at me again. I could tell from the surprised look on his face which immediately turned to one of pleasure; he was pleased and excited with his watch. 

The one thing about Danny is that he never lies. You might not like his answers if you press him, just ask the codfish, but he never lies.

"Anita!" he said, hugging me, "this is the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me. They say it is better to give than to receive but wow!"

"Now it is your turn." and he gave me a small box wrapped in red foil paper.

"I have to be honest with you, jelly bean. They are not new; they are estate jewelry. However they are one of a kind and custom made with a duplicate created of the original diamond and rubies set in platinum. The duplicates are of cubic zirconium stones set in 10 karat white gold for everyday wear. 

They are part of a set and the choker will grace your neck at the wedding reception when I show you off." 

It was my time to be speechless. They were in the shape of snowflakes, both pairs and he was right, I couldn't tell them apart. The diamonds in the snowflakes were not chips but flawless marquise cut 3/4 carat diamonds graduating to ¼ carat at the tips forming the shape of a snow flake. The snowflakes dangled off of a 5 carat heart shaped cut ruby set in a post for pierced ears. I counted twenty diamonds in each earring...twenty! 

"I hope you like them, jelly bean. There is a ring with the set. Do you remember when I asked you what size ring you wore? Well, your engagement ring won't have to be sized."

"My engagement ring?" I asked, incredulous. 

"I hope you won't be disappointed, the duplicate in zirconium is missing from the set. I do have papers of Authenticity from the GIA for every single gem stone though. 

We both know we will marry, Anita. We knew in our hearts the first day we met. I plan on making our engagement official next year on this day in May if that's OK with you. Can we keep this a secret, no tattling? 

I can't thank you enough for my watch, wow. I want to go and get a chain and fob for it; perhaps we can go together sometime tomorrow. I'll have to start buying suits with a vest that has a watch pocket so I can carry it with me always...wow, Anita, I'm getting off subject. Your Dad and I are off to a good start now, and I.....

"Hush," I said, putting my hand over his mouth, and then I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his lips.

"Yes, Yes and Yes. I won't tell anybody, not Mom or Dad or Aunt Joyce...just knowing Danny, just knowing," and then I started crying for the second time in two days, this time tears of love and joy as he held me, rubbing my back gently until I stopped....

Danny's close friend John Anderson died at the end of May and Danny took it very hard; even though you wouldn't know it from the way he acted until... He was a rock at the wake and funeral for the widow. 

My poor Grumpy Bear disappeared late in the afternoon immediately after the funeral and didn't answer his cell phone or the many messages I left in his voice mail. 

Besides being his fishing buddy, the old gentlemen judge was Danny's mentor and the closest thing to a real father Danny ever had. 

Dad went ice fishing with Danny once last winter, proclaiming the sport was much too cold for him....I think at the time Dad was being stubborn and that he was actually beginning to like Danny.

After midnight, Dad and I went looking for him. I had a pretty good idea where Danny might be by looking in his closet. Danny changed into his fishing clothes; his long-billed waxed canvas cap, patched green rubber boots, a red flannel shirt and cargo pants stained from years of wiping his hands on them after he handled the fish and bait; he didn't take his fishing tackle, however. 

Dad waited by the car in the parking lot while I went out to get him, bringing the old green and black wool plaid coat he wears fishing when the weather is cold. The weather was starting to get cold but the sky was clear and all the glorious stars in God's heaven were there for all to see. 

Danny was sitting on one of the red sandstone boulders at the end of the breakwater at Point Breeze staring out into Lake Ontario.

"Danny," I said quietly, and he turned to look at me. Even though it was dark here so far out from the lighted park I knew he must have been crying at some point. I put his coat over his shoulders, "Are you cold?" he didn't answer, "Do you want to talk about it?" and he shook his head for no.

I took his hand in mine; his strong hand was so cold. We walked together to the lighted parking lot where Dad met us. When he saw my father, Danny wiped his face with his hand and straightened up as if nothing was wrong. It amazes me how he can do that, put everything aside and deal with what is at hand. 

"Marv," Danny said, nodding his head in acknowledgement. 

"Dan," my Dad replied, nodding back. 

I could hear the concern in Dad's voice in that one word, even though Danny might not have.

"I find it very peaceful out here, and I'm afraid I've lost track of the time."

"We were worried about you Danny," I said, squeezing his hand.

"Thank you, both, but I'm fine."

"No you are not, I," I started to say when Dad interrupted.

"You heard the man, Anita, let him be. I'll call your mother and Joyce and tell them everything is fine. Why don't you drive Dan to his home? You know how much you enjoy driving that Corvette...."

When we got there, I locked the door behind us, "Your hands are still cold and look at you; and you're shivering, poor baby. 

I know what will make you feel better," I took Danny's cold hand and led him upstairs to the bathroom where I undressed him, wrapping his flannel bathrobe around his shoulders while the bathtub was filling with hot water. 

I lit one peppermint candle, added the peppermint bubble bath, dropped his duck in, and when the tub was full of bubbles, turned off the lights and climbed in, "Get it, Danny. I'm not asking you, I'm telling you."

Danny nodded and got in, "Good.... lean back against me and I'll hold you until you get warm," I put my arms around him. 




Jelly Bean and Her Bail Bondsman Ch. 03



It was after ten when I left Aunt Joyce's house on Friday evening. It is our ladies gab night when we do our nails. The main topic that evening being the wedding. 

Danny was upstairs in his new study when I let myself in and locked the doors behind me. I spend all my Friday and Saturday nights with him now.

I went immediately to my office and put our wedding invitation in my desk. I eventually had to tell Danny because we would be driving down in 9 days. I hadn't decided how to tell him what my suspicions are. 

Danny tells me to trust my instincts and my instincts tell me the groom's parents are those vile people. 

Danny's mentor the old gentlemen Judge John Anderson left Danny the contents of his study in his will; the furniture, the lamps, etc... which included his extensive book collection housed in five and six tier solid cherry barrister book cases for a total of twelve complete bookcases. 

My love spent the entire day with Thomas O'Neil, a client and a man on a brokered probation carefully moving the contents of the judge's study taking special care with bookcases from the widow's house. They carried the wrapped and padded sections one-by-one to the second floor and stacked them in place while I ran the office. 

We often have men on work release or men on general probation taking care of the grounds or doing odd jobs. On those days I pack my revolver just in case with Tom being the exception. 

I know his history having helped Danny with Tom's case. John Anderson and Danny took Tom's case pro bono in the interest of justice. 

Tom was married for nine years and had a daughter with his ex- wife. During their marriage the adulteress had an affair.

Cindy is a sweet child of eleven now. She is presently living with Tom's parents until we get Tom full custody. 

Without going into the particulars what that licentious abomination of a boyfriend did, Danny and I met Tom at the hospital where Tom delivered the unconscious boyfriend to the emergency room. 

Danny called the police we waited with Tom so he could be arrested, arraigned and released on bail with his attorney present during those mentioned proceedings. 

These proceedings were precipitated by a private discussion between Cindy and her grandmother during Tom's bi-weekly visits at his parent's home. The lying ex-wife had sole custody then. The particulars of that private conversation were confirmed and documented by a Pediatrician and her nurse. 

That confirmation resulted in the ex-wife's jobless live-in boyfriend being pummeled into a bloody pulp with the unnamed but easily guessed offending body part permanently removed and discarded. 

The drastically shortened and remaining upper assaulting appendage has no function other than urinating. Tom stabilized the abomination afterward to keep him from bleeding to death. 

I should mention that Tom is a decorated veteran of Operation Desert Storm receiving a bronze star and a purple heart. During his time in the service Tom served as an Army Medic. 

Justice is served in both venues. Tom received five years probation and one thousand hours of community service; the nut-less wonder is doing 12 to 25 in Sing-Sing. 

The ex-wife fled the State due to a pending warrant for her arrest, the lesser of the charges for filing a false document against Tom in order to get custody two years earlier. 

I found Danny in a brown leather club chair sound asleep with a book on his lap and his feet on the matching ottoman. He was barefoot and wearing black pajama pants and a red nylon sleeveless tee shirt that looked like it is painted on him as if to show off his rippling muscles. 

It is not so much showing off or vanity with him as it is being comfortable. Danny is generally so rigid during business hours about being dressed properly. 

I took off my sneakers and socks leaving on my light sea green peasant blouse and snug blue jeans. I know him so well and Danny's gentle ways with me. 

I touched my grumpy bear's face and kissed his lips. Danny smiled and sighed opening his baby blue eyes to look at me. He closed the book and put it on the table next to him and taking my hands he kissed them. I always find this simple and loving gesture so endearing.

"My beautiful Anita, as always you are a lovely sight to wake up to. Would you like to cuddle?" 

Danny slid to one side and patted the arm of the chair. I sat down close to him stretching out and put my head on his chest. He wrapped his strong arms around me...I could hear his heart beating and it was beating only for me. 

"Well what do you think of my new study? The handmade wool Oriental rug we picked out together is perfect for the furniture, don't you think?"

Yesterday this was an empty room; empty save for the blinds and the curtains. As I said before, Danny is not a material man. All of the rooms on the third floor are still empty however to his great delight Danny now has a study of his own. 

"I think the somber and studious traditional decor of the room suits you just fine, or to put it in another way, my grumpy bear has his own man cave."

"Well said and it reminds me of John," he tugged on my ponytail, "and you have such a way with words."

"And the words for the day are I love you Danny."

"I love you more than all the stars in the sky and I never get tired of saying that. I do owe you an apology. Therefore in heartfelt contrition there's a surprise for you in the bedroom."

"What apology? What did you do?"

"It's what I failed to do. In the whole time we have been together I've never given you flowers and I should be horse whipped for that inexcusable oversight. Shall we my gentle lady?" 

Danny helped me up and kissed my hands a second time, "You always keep your promises Anita; the first promise being your lovely hands." 

Danny took my arm and walked me to the bedroom. There was a vase of beautiful yellow roses on the table on my side of the futon and a small green ice chest on the floor next to his. 

I took one rose from the vase to smell it and accidentally pricked my thumb on a thorn resulting in a drop of blood. I held it up to show him and he said, "A rose without thorns is like love without passion."

I read Danny's mind as he carefully took the yellow rose from me and deliberately punctured his thumb on a thorn. We pressed our thumbs together mingling our blood as we looked at the love in each others eyes. 

"Yellow is the color of sunshine, the sunshine of your smile. Your gentle laugh is like the sound of little silver Christmas bells that turn my heart to mush. The words that define my life are I love you Anita.....please close your eyes while we undress and keep them closed until I tell you otherwise for my passion rises. 

Politely though he asked the tone was firm and unyielding like the stone walls that surrounded us.....I know him well and must obey. 

Danny slowly undressed me in the quiet silence of my imagination to the cadence of our beating hearts. 

I could hear the swish of my clothes as he dropped them one-by- one to the floor....and then his.... until we stood naked together........

I took one of the yellow roses to slowly stroke it across Anita's face and neck while kissing her lips, our tongues caressing and exploring. I worked my way to her breasts, stroking Anita's pink nipples with the velvety petals to watch them harden instantly at their fragrant touch. 

"You have beautiful breasts baby. They are perfectly round and firm. They were meant to be licked and touched by a man and so I shall." 

I picked Anita up and put her gently on the bed. I then lay down beside her to lick and suck on her breasts while she caressed my head and face with her hands. 

Anita was moaning with pleasure. I could smell her moist woman's smell, sweet and spicy as she moved her hips and squeezed her legs together. 

I stroked Anita's plump and fragrant pussy with my hands parting the lips of her sweet, swollen clitoris making her gasp and moan louder, pausing to taste her sweet nectar on my fingers........ 

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

"Keep your eyes closed... are they closed...good?" Danny shifted to reach into the small cooler to get one of the dozen large dark chocolate covered strawberries that I didn't know about and put half of it into his mouth. 

Danny then pushed it up against my lips and I smiled opening my eyes. I opened my mouth and pushed my lips up against his and we took a bite together each getting half, chewing and savoring this sensual confection before swallowing...we licked and kissed each others lips to taste the lingering chocolate and strawberries. 

We had another chocolate strawberry and again kissed away the juices from our lips and faces as he continued stroking my swollen clitoris. All I could think about was my orgasm followed by sucking on his big cock.

Danny took a third chocolate strawberry and squished it between his fingers before rubbing the juices and chocolate on my nipples and between my legs. He then let me eat and lick his fingers clean before....

I brought Anita almost to the crest of her orgasm just by licking the chocolate and strawberry juice from her breasts and nipples. 

I went down on her all the way licking and sucking and teasing, my face covered in her spicy and musky juices sweetened by the chocolate and strawberries. Anita was moaning and squirming, thrusting her dripping wet and sweet and delicious pussy into my face encouraging me to lick harder. 

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

I rolled Anita over onto her stomach and made her get up on her hands and knees; my dam was about to burst and now that Anita was satisfied....I rammed my rock hard cock into her still dripping pussy while holding onto her hips and pounding her relentlessly. 

Danny's lustful thrusts increased in speed and in power as he reached forward to grab my hair. He twisted my ponytail around his hand and pulled my head back as he continued pounding me, holding me in place. 

This heightened my arousal as my second orgasm started to rise and crest. I could actually feel Danny's orgasm as it washed over him, as he pumped his creamy seed into my swollen and dripping cunt.

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

I was determined not to waste a single drop of his rich semen for I would lick his cock clean with my mouth when he rolled off. 

Danny rolled over onto his back and I reached into the cooler for a chocolate strawberry, squishing it in my hand before rubbing the mixture all over his cock and balls. I ate the rest, licking my hand and fingers clean before I went down on him to lick his balls and suck on a chocolate and strawberry cock..... 

Anita is incredible. She went down on me licking and sucking as I taught her and I came a second time as she swallowed greedily not missing a drop. 

I lay there with my eyes closed feeling warm and content half asleep as Anita reached into the ice chest for what I thought was another chocolate strawberry to share. The little vixen came up with a hand full of ice rubbing it all over my chest and making me jump...wow.....I was wide awake now. 

I chased Anita into the bathroom and caught her by the waist, spinning her around and crushing her to me, laughing as I kissed her neck and face.

I started tickling her until she was giddy with laughter, "Truce, Danny truce, I'll be good!" she promised, breathlessly. 

"OK then, jelly bean. As long as we're here we'll take a shower before changing the sheets...."

I put my hair up not wanting to get it wet and we took a leisurely shower, soaping each other down. It was nice and intimate, like our bubble baths together. 

I gave Danny a shampoo and scalp massage before we toweled off....he is mine, and heaven help any woman who tries to get between us. 

We changed the bottom sheet and then cuddled in bed and talked like we often do, sharing our sexual fantasies or other things erotic.

We also shared the remaining chocolate strawberries with one glass of plum wine each, the remaining wine in the bottle......I was wondering to myself whether Mom or Aunt Joyce ever did chocolate strawberries with their men....possibly, and most likely Aunt Joyce of the two. 

Danny fell asleep almost instantly. He has a knack for that from his time on the road as a bounty hunter. He refuses to worry or lose sleep with things out of his control.

I lay there next to him thinking, 'He looks so peaceful sleeping next to me, my miracle. It can wait until Monday, there is plenty of time, we have a week until the wedding and everything including our travel plans is set. 

I can't speculate and make unfounded accusations, particularly if they are not those people, even though I'm sure it's them. They fit the profile.

Danny will make some telephone calls to one or more of his many contacts to confirm or deny. Regardless, I can't do anything about it until Monday and neither can he. I love you, Danny. 

What do you always tell me, "Don't worry about what you have no control over because it will wait for the right time," 'well, you are right,' and with that I snuggled up next to him, warm and content in our love and fell asleep...... 

Danny surprised me twice the following Monday morning at work confirming why I absolutely love him so. He made those telephone calls. I knew it! It was them. I despise those people.

"Danny I have something to show you," and I handed him the opened invitation and he read it, scowling. He then looked up at me.

"You believe it's them, don't you?"

"Yes, they sent my invitation to my parent's address and Mom gave it to me Friday at Aunt Joyce's during our ladies night. There was no point in spoiling your weekend by telling you sooner."

"Thank you. I believe it's them as well. Who else but those weasels would do what they did to you, Anita, or name their son Tiberius Marcus? I will make a few calls to confirm it. I will have to act quickly and call in some favors."

"What do you mean by call in some favors, Danny?"

"Anita, you will have to trust me on this; do you trust me?"

"Yes of course I trust you," and I did, however Danny was up to something, but what?

"You will not repeat the remark about calling in favors." I knew that tone and look well, not Mom, Aunt Joyce, not anybody until Danny tells me otherwise. 

"Yes, Sir."

"Good, all I have to say is that this will be a memorable wedding."

He locked himself in his office while making the telephone calls. He was in there for two hours and Danny was all smiles when he came out. 

"It's the weasels, perfect. When the time comes everything will be in place and you will be silent about that as well."

"Then it doesn't bother you that it's them?"

"Of course not Anita. We have each other and will be attending the wedding with our heads held high. Mark my words on that jelly bean," he said while licking the return envelope with our acceptance inside. 

"Are you sure it doesn't bother you. You told me how those people hurt you and I despise them for it. I'm only thinking of you, Danny."

"Anita," the same tone and I loved him for it. It was settled.

"Yes, Sir, we're going," I put my arms around his neck for Danny to hug me.

Danny put his arms around my waist and kissed my lips, "Thank you baby. I assure you I'm fine. If those people hadn't been weasels we never would have met. We'll attend and laugh and dance and laugh and have a good time despite them. 

It's highly unlikely that we'll socialize with them after that. However if we do we'll treat them with polite contempt," and he started to take my hair down.

"But Danny, we have a real estate closing in thirty minutes," I kissed him on his lips, "we can make love when we get back."

"You're right. I got so involved with the weasels I lost track of the time. Where did the morning go? It can wait until after we change," he pushed the hairpin back in place. 

"Will you please make some coffee and put mine in a travel mug. I'll drink it on the way over. I'll review the papers one final time while you drive Ms. Jones. 

"Yes Sir, but what do you mean we have to change before we make love?"

"Who said anything about making love during work hours? 

"Then why am I changing clothes?"

"I want you to change into the blue dress with the white lace collar that you wear to church when we get our pictures taken this afternoon."

"When were you going to tell me about it?" I said a bit flustered and thrilled that he would even think of doing such a thing. 

"I believe I just did. I wanted to surprise you. Are you surprised?" he asked hugging me gently. 

"Of course I'm surprised. What a wonderful idea! We need to make lots of copies for the family."

"And so we shall."

"We can pass them out to family at the wedding."

"Yes, we will, however, until then it will be nice to have a photo of my beautiful fiancé in my wallet to show people; or a photo of us together for the fireplace mantle and my desk. 

I'm thinking that a plain white shirt without a tie will be a fine contrast to your blue dress. You look lovely in that dress, Anita. When our time comes you will look lovelier still in your wedding dress....."

Thank goodness the house closing went smoothly because I was a bit distracted. Danny had to ask me twice for various forms or documents. He finally told which photographer we were going to and it was going to be so much fun. 

We had a late lunch before going to my apartment for me to change. While I changed Danny told me he never had his picture taken professionally before. 

Mom and Dad took me to the Murray-Larson Studio from the time I was born until I turned seventeen and that was where we were going....

Anita is as pretty as a picture and twice as lovely in her Sunday go to meeting dress. When we arrived at the studio Mr. John Larson the remaining partner of the business, Mr. Murray recently deceased, greeted Anita warmly with a hug, inquiring about her parents, about her, me and other small talk. 

I smiled to myself as I watched them, knowing I made the right choice in choosing this studio. I got the idea of referral from the name on the back of the picture frames in her parent's home; if this studio was good enough for them it was good enough for me. 

"Danny, this is Mr. Larson; Mr. Larson this is Daniel Skinner."

"So, Mr. Skinner, you're the young man who stole this precious child's heart," he said holding out his hand for me to shake. 

"Anita was a precocious little thing as a child, and I should add incredibly smart, cheerful and fun loving. Goodness, just look at Anita now all grown up. She looks so much like her mother. Where did the years go?"

"Anita is still incredibly smart and cheerful, Mr. Larson; she is most definitely her mother's daughter. With all the charm and grace, fortitude and refinement of the Palmer women." 

I meant every word of it. 

"Well said, Mr. Skinner. I knew Mary's mother well, may her soul rest in peace. Martha was a refined no nonsense lady who knew her own mind and didn't hesitate to tell you if you crossed the line; what of Anita's father though?"

"Marvin had the good sense to find himself a Palmer woman and as you can see, Marv's good sense has rubbed off on me...."

Mr. Larson took a series of photos of us alone and together in different poses for us to chose from. I wore my hair both up and down.

I was naughty and playful. I couldn't help myself when it was Danny's turn to pose alone.

I put a child's red straw cowboy hat on my Grumpy Bear's head from the childrens prop section; the kind with the white cotton cord that goes underneath the chin.




Jelly Bean and Her Bail Bondsman Ch. 03



"My, how cute you look, sweetheart.... Quick Mr. Larson, snap a picture."

"Come, Danny, watch the birdie and say cheese," I said as I sat on his lap and hugged him. I then put a pink cowboy hat just like his on my head.

During the first two pictures Danny was scowling until I kissed his lips, "Please smile, sweetheart, please. I'll pay for them and I promise that I won't show them to anyone without your permission."

Danny let out a big sigh and smiled, "All right, little filly, yippy-I-oh! Happy trails and all the rest of cowboy lingo that goes with it...." but he was thinking, 'OK my love. For you I'll be a good sport about it. What can it hurt? Just wait until we get back to work and I have you alone. This buckaroo will be corralling a certain little filly.'

Mr. Larson let us dress up in clothes from different eras; the late eighteen hundreds to the nineteen twenties. He has all the backdrops for people who are interested in those types of photos; we both got a little silly.

I put on a derby tucking my hair inside and put on a fake mustache. My grumpy bear put on a big flouncy ladies hat covered in feathers and ostrich plumes and wrapped a pink feather boa around his neck and shoulders as he pretended to sit on my lap. 

He doesn't fool me, I know Danny enjoyed it, he just needs a little prodding on occasion......"

When we returned to work I double checked the calendar, good no appointments for the rest of the day. 

I insisted Anita change into her usual business attire and to pin her hair up in a french twist for the remaining of the work day because I find this style so refined and polished. 

I am still in good spirits from our time at the photographers. Mush, mush and more mush to light up my life like sunshine with the tinkling of little silver Christmas bells of her laugh and a mischievous smile to touch my soul......

I was sitting at my desk finishing up the Johnson file when Danny walked into my office and put CD's into the player filling all five slots. 

"Would you care to dance, baby?" he asked taking the hairpins out of my hair and letting it down for his fingers to caress. 

"Goodness gracious, Sir, dancing during work hours? Why we have fifteen minutes to go yet."

"Yes, Ms. Jones we do, however I am invoking the boss's privilege of changing your work hours; it's in your contract, "He announced helping me up and kissing my hands.

"Well then Mr. Skinner if that's the case I'm a little tired. I think I'll go home." I put my arms around Danny's neck while he put his arms around my waist and I kissed his lips.

"I've changed your hours again, Anita, you're back on the books. As your employer I'm ordering you to dance with me."

"Oh my, dance with the Boss! What will my fiancé think of that?" and I messed up his hair.

"We simply won't tell him," and he did the same with mine.

We danced and we danced as he held me close. It was intimate, it was romantic. We lost track of time until....

I thought my heart would break when Danny told Marvin and me about his life growing up. Especially when those foul people betrayed a little boy's trust. 

It's a miracle Danny was able to rise above it all and become a Lawyer. Anita has literally bloomed in the short time they have been together becoming a woman before my very eyes.

Tough and fearless; a disciplined man, absolutely; Danny will always be those things. Nevertheless, Anita brings out the best in him and Danny in her. 

Polite and charming though he may be, Anita has softened Danny's hard edges, nurturing the loving tenderness and gentle ways that were always there waiting to come out. 

He gave us his trust and I consider Danny as a son and a soon to be son. 

We decided to surprise the kids to see if they would like to go out to dinner with us. I did some checking and it turned out the Douglas' were those despicable people who broke a little boy's heart. We would discuss it as a family to get Danny's feelings about it.

The doors were unlocked when we quietly walked in on them. They were dancing in Anita's office oblivious to everything but themselves and confirming what I knew, they are perfect for each other, no, better than that, and they were soul mates as I am with Marvin. 

"Do you think you lovebirds can stop dancing a minute for us to talk?" Marvin asked.

"No," they said surprising themselves as they spoke in unison and then laughing. Danny kissed Anita as they continued to dance.

"Why don't you join us? We can talk while we dance," Danny offered, "you soon will be dancing at the wedding in one weeks' time and now's the perfect time to brush up on your skills."

I smiled at my husband letting him know we would accept the invitation by taking the hairpins out of my brown hair and letting my long thick ponytail down. Marvin enjoys playing with my hair when we dance.

Taking his cue, Marvin took my hand and kissed it, "Would you care to dance my pretty lady?"

"I would be delighted, Sir," and we joined them. By the end of the third song my ponytail was gone and my hair was loose and flowing over my shoulders and down my back to my waist. 

After the fifth slow dance, Marvin cut in on them and danced with Anita. Not to be outdone Danny bowed to me offering me his hand and I danced with him, coaxing him to dance with me into the next room, his office, to talk with him alone.

My sister Joyce was right. Danny held me respectfully as we danced, keeping a proper distance. It was like a son dancing with his mother and my someday to be son is an amazingly good dancer, as is Anita; they complement one another in more than looks. 

Joyce is also right about how muscular Danny is. I squeezed his muscles a few times, it was harmless, but I do enjoy looking at handsome men, and this handsome man hopefully will give me beautiful grandchildren in time. 

Danny responded by smiling and playing with my hair, feeling its weight and thickness. I am flattered. It is good to know there are still men who appreciate a woman's long hair and know what to do with it; according to Anita Danny certainly does. 

Danny is not a man who is intimidated by strong intelligent women; he celebrates them. He told me in private how impressed he is in the manner we Palmer women close ranks like a phalanx of shields to protect each other. 

That is one aspect on how he sees us Palmer women, Joyce and me; strong and resolute, charming and refined; referring to these virtues as our ethereal feminine jewels. 

Danny meant those things from the heart, a secret heart he kept hidden until he met Anita. He is not one to lie or flatter with false praise, and when pressed can be brutally blunt. 

Danny told me these things in private and more the night he walked home on the day we discovered Anita was not part of the wedding party and why....to cool down such was his anger. 

"I might as well come out and tell you Danny, the parents of the groom, the Douglas', are those despicable people, although by now I'm sure you know."

"Yes, Dear Lady, I know, and their adopted son's name is Tiberius Marcus. Now there are a grandiose combination of first and middle names if I ever heard one. 

The family surname of Douglas doesn't fit the values espoused by those people. I would suggest they change it to Mustela.

"Don't tell me.....yes I have it.... genius Mustela from the Latin for weasels and the collective nouns for a group of weasels being boogle, gang, pack, sneak and confusion."

"My thoughts exactly, Mary, and as they say, like mother like daughter in the intellectual venue." 

"Thank you, Danny. I am after all a retired science teacher. I'm glad you're taking this so well. You are like family to me now and I worry about you," and I touched his face gently, "You are the son Marvin and I never had; a son any mother would be proud to have." 

We stopped dancing and paused to look at one another, a silent understanding passing between us as I looked into his baby blue eyes. I swear for a second I saw the warm loving eyes of the little boy he once was as he hugged me and kissed my cheek and I his. 

"Well....I wonder if they named him after Tiberius Sempronius Gracchus, a Roman Politician of the 2nd Century BC who consequently was murdered while in office," he contemplated as he regained his composure. We continued dancing, "most likely they aren't even aware of the reference thinking the name majestic and regal. 

The middle name is better yet. Marcus; Marcus Aurelius Antoninus Augustus was a Roman Emperor. If memory serves me right he was Emperor somewhere around 160 AD; quite the combination don't you think, Mary, an Emperor and a murdered politician. Do you suppose the groom has an ego to match?" 

"I'm glad you are taking this so well. How do you know so much about the Romans?" 

"Being a strict constructionist, John insisted I learn Latin to understand the foundations of law. He referred to it as a well rounded discipline. John was a scholar of that dead language and was fascinated with the ancient Romans. He was also a student of History, particularly the history of Great Briton and the United States, a shared history of two great peoples. 

Not only did John read the "Rise and fall of the Roman Empire" by Edward Gibbon, John could quote it chapter and verse as some quote the Bible; Marv for example. 

I read Gibbon as compiled into eight volumes and published by the Folio Society. It is interesting in its own right. It puts that era of history in perspective to the time lines that follow."

"May I cut in," my husband said as he and Anita danced into Danny's office, the music now over, "Is everything all right, Mary?"

"Right as rain," I answered. 

"Excellent, I've had enough dancing for one day and I'm getting hungry. Before you say another word, Dan, dinner is on me...."

This was a first, Danny and me having dinner with my parents in a restaurant and they chose the Chuck Wagon. It is well known for its seafood despite the rustic name of the establishment.

As usual the place was packed and they took our names. We waited our turn finding two empty stools by the bar where Mom and I sat while the men stood beside us. We each ordered a Bloody Mary minus the liquor. I was saving my glass of wine for dinner.

Danny and Dad started by sharing a nice Caesar Salad heavy on the anchovies. Mom and I shared a double jumbo shrimp cocktail...we gave the men one shrimp each. 

Next the four of us shared a stainless steel milk pail full of steaming oysters baked in the shell with hot drawn butter on the side. I ordered a glass of Sauvignon Blanc and Mom stopped the waitress before she could fill it.

"Bring us a carafe instead and four glasses," Mom said to the waitress, "will you partake in a glass Danny? The carafe holds a little more than four glasses. 

"Yes, Mary, a little wine is fine with me."

When the wine arrived Dad poured. This was the first time I saw my parents drink anything stronger than coffee. Dad raised his glass in a toast, looking right at Danny, "Preferably with a meal and seldom more than two, quite right. God bless this family gathered here today." 

"I never realized you and Mom drank, Dad?" I said, taking a small sip.

"I was a bit of drinker in my day, Anita, until I met your Mom. We decided that it would set a poor example to drink in front of you or have alcohol in the house. 

We reserve these strong libations for special occasions such as now or intimate dinners out alone. Your Mom seldom drinks more than one, regardless."

Danny and Dad shared a dozen raw oysters on the half shell while Mom and I shared a heaping bowl of creamy white seafood chowder. That delightful chowder has clams, shrimp, mussels, real crab meat; scallops, potatoes, celery, onion and red bell peppers in it. 

The waitress timed our selections with the precision of a Chronometer bringing dish after dish, ice cold or steaming hot, with no chance to cool down or get warm in between. 

Danny and I ordered the Maine lobster tail dinner. 

Mom had Cajun crab cakes with a fabulous lime-cucumber-yogurt sauce on the side, while Dad had broiled scallops in a buttery white wine sauce. Everybody had a taste of everything although the next time we go there I'm ordering the crab cakes. 

Dessert was New York Cheese cake with blueberry or cherry toppings with our cups of coffee.

"Well, pops," Danny said, testing the waters, "would you care for a nip of after dinner brandy with your coffee? This was John's and my tradition for special occasions before he passed."

"Quite right, rubber ducky, and brandy makes two for a continuing tradition......"

There were only two days left until the wedding. It being a Thursday and a work day I wouldn't be making love to Danny on our futon for a whole eight days until the following Friday. 

I teased him all day about it: touching and rubbing up against for him to change his mind. All I accomplished was making me horny though. 

Danny was particularly stern with me saying, "Enough is enough Anita. We have a lot of work to catch on for the Friday and Monday we're taking off. Remember bad things happen to naughty girls; will you please behave," and that was that. We worked later than usual to finish our work.

Tomorrow is Friday and we will be leaving for Long Island. I had dinner at my parents house and Mom and me checked and double checked our lists, tying up our lose ends. My mind really wasn't on it though; I wanted to spend the night with my lover. 

It was late when I arrived at my apartment. The light in the hallway was out again and I fumbled in the dark with the deadlocks to let myself in and then locking them both behind me. I remember that night well

I flipped on the switch for the overhead light, darn, the breaker must be tripped again and the apartment is coal black. Not even the lamps will work. 

Well, there's an aluminum D-Cell police flashlight in my bedroom. I will have to get it and go downstairs to the basement to flip the breakers on. 

After our mingling of blood on the night of my roses, I want to move in with Danny but he is firm about it; not until we are officially engaged, and here was where I will stay until then. 

I don't like going down in the basement of this old house, however this apartment is all I can afford and still put 25% of my gross wages in the bank. Danny insists on that....still the basement is dark and empty; full of cobwebs and spiders. It gives me the creeps.

I won't be afraid if Danny was here with his big strong arms around me; not even if there were giant spiders down in the cellar. He will take his sword out and... these ridiculous thoughts made me smile. 

What an imagination I have.....yet I am still uneasy. Danny always says to trust my instincts....I should have listened to them as I squeeze the nylon dog bone with the attached keys in my hand for comfort. I am pretty good with it now. 

As I was walking to my bedroom my heart skipped a beat; there was someone sitting in my chair in the corner..... a shadow dressed all in black.

"You are a very naughty girl, Anita." he said shining my flashlight on me."

"Danny you scared the daylights out of me! How did you get in?"

"You teased me all day little vixen and now I will have my way with you," he said, turning off the light.

"Yes, Sir," I said smiling, "I'm a very naughty girl."

"Very good, naughty girl. Use your imagination. We are going to play a quiet little game in the dark." 

Danny was out of the chair like a flash of darkness, like a black shadow enveloping me in the dark room; he moved so fast as to take my breath away. 

I could barely think as he pinned my arms to my sides. I never realized he could move so quickly and the thought frightened me. Even with all my training, one-on-one, I am no match for him. I tried, struggling violent. 

I know I'm strong for such a small woman, confident I can hold my own against most women or careless overconfident men. 

I tried every trick Danny taught me; he easily countered them all. It boiled down to a matter of brute strength. 

It also thrilled me. Danny will never deliberately hurt me; as gentle as he is, until now I forgot how dangerous. He is so Masterful unyielding ; I was in for a wild ride and turned on by it.

His silence is all the warning I need to know how dangerous he is..... My instincts tell me to be quiet....and wait. He is too smart to talk and give himself away...he will keep me guessing. 

The shadow threw me on my bed and quickly and expertly tied my wrists together with a silk scarf. He tied another silk scarf over my eyes for a blindfold....he must have gotten them out of my dresser drawer. 

How long has he been here? How did he get in? What other private things did he go through? How long has he planned this? I couldn't even see his face. My imagination is running wild. 

The shadow stood me on my feet. My beating heart was deafening in the dark silent room. I hadn't bothered to change after work. I felt his hands on my frilly white cotton blouse. He was standing in front of me or possibly to one side. 

The dark shadow popped my buttons loose and pulled my tucked-in blouse out of my skirt. He methodically rips the material at the seams as if it was paper, piece by piece removing them to reveal my pink lace bra, a bra that up until now was for my gentle lover's eyes only.

He tears apart the shoulder straps on my bra, unhooks the back and removes it, dropping it to the floor. I feel his skin tight gloved hands on my breasts and nipples; feeling every seam-every stitch.

What kind of woman am I? My nipples harden at his leather covered touch. I feel the growing wetness between my legs....my God I....I....

The shadow grabs my hair at the back of my head still in the bun from this morning, tugging in warning. Nobody knows the black shadow is here. He pushes me face down on my bed. 

The shadow peeled off my pantyhose exposing my shaved womanhood and flower that only my true love and gentle Danny has ever seen. 

I am no longer a lady; I am exposed to his hungry invading eyes. I am not allowed the courtesy of being totally naked, honestly naked for what he is about to do to me. 

All I have on is my dark grey wool skirt. My mother helped me pick it out when I was naïve and innocent; she then took it in as I became slim. 

The shadow left my skirt on me too put me in my place. It is a lesson and constant reminder of how vulnerable I am to a man's unbridled lust, his lust and how easily my sex can be exposed for his pleasure. I will submit only to him because he loves me. 

He lifted my skirt and forced my legs apart spreading them open to stroke my pussy with his gloved hand, getting me wet and slippery....my body was betraying me....I am becoming wet and aroused, safe in the knowledge it was only an erotic play and we would soon be dancing at a wedding, 

My plump swollen pussy was soon well lubricated with my own juices for the assault of the flesh that was about to happen.

The shadow's hard cock invaded the treasure of my womanhood pushing me down into my bed until I could feel his balls pressed up against me. 

He pulled it out and then pushed it slowly in again, not making a sound until his balls were tight up against me. 

In-and-out, in-and-out until he had me moaning and gasping with such pretend immodest dirty pleasure. I am such a...such a... and he sensed it, increasing the cadence of his lustful thrust, slamming me into the bed as he impaled me over and over, making me squirm and writhe beneath him....welcoming his invading cock. 

There is no turning back now. I can't control my own body as my imagination runs wild. I can't think of anything but my impending orgasm....I'm so naughty. 

I feel every drop of the shadow's hot cum as he pumped it deep into me, flooding my cunt with his seed and making me his conquest as my orgasm burned through me. I then went limp, totally content and sated. 




Jelly Bean and Her Bail Bondsman Ch. 03



He isn't finished with me. Silent as ever the Shadow pulls me from the bed and on to my knees; my skirt drops down to cover my womanhood.

I hear the distinctive click and the snap of a switchblade knife opening and locking beside my ear. It is a warning as he rubbed his still hard cock, wet with our mingled fluids on the side of my face.

What choice do I have? I know what he wants; I have to submit to him. I thought naughtily. 

I went down on him licking and sucking; titillating and teasing. 

The Shadow's second orgasm was overwhelming. I could barely keep up as he pumped yet more gobs and gobs of his semen into my mouth for me to swallow. I finished by licking him clean as best I can.....now what?

The Shadow must have taken off his gloves because I feel warm and familiar hands as my Danny gently cradles my face. 

Danny helped me to my feet and took off the blindfold. He tightened the bulb in the table side lamp, turning it on. The breaker didn't trip; Danny loosened all the light bulbs in their sockets...clever.

He took off the black silk ski mask he was wearing and kissed my lips.

"Are you still annoyed with me, grumpy bear."

"I have to admit, I greatly enjoyed myself. You put up a good fight and were I like most men you would have broken away and really hurt me. On the other hand I want to see a heavy aluminum flashlight near the entrance door. 

You can look forward to a lifetime of least expect it, Anita for you play the part of the helpless damsel well my tough girly girl."

Danny pulled up his black jeans and then picked up the black leather gloves and put them in his back pocket. He was wearing black sneakers, they must be new, and a black hooded sweatshirt.

"I'll tighten all the light bulbs before I leave."

"Leave! You must still be angry with me. Aren't you going to spend the night?"

"No, we have a long drive ahead of us tomorrow."

"But, Danny!"

"The answer is no, Anita and stop pouting."

"Are you going to untie me?"

"Yes, and then I will get you ready for bed."

Danny went to my dresser and removed a pair of pink pajamas. They were cotton flannel, soft and fluffy, silly pink pajamas with white bunnies all over them. I felt my face get hot, blushing in embarrassment.

"Are you blushing baby?" Danny asked untying my wrists, "you are blushing after what we just did? Your sweet innocence is still charming and delightful as always. It complements your womanly qualities, you are an incredibly sexy woman for such a petite little thing," Danny helped me out of my skirt. 

"You are amazing, baby, simply amazing; from a hot little number for my eyes only to bunny pajamas. Tomorrow you will be my modest lady, and at the wedding? It makes my head spin.... go into the bathroom and wash your face and brush your teeth," and he gave my ass a little swat. 

When I came out Danny helped me into my pajamas. We sat on the bed while he took my hair out of my bun and he brushed my hair.

"Can I see the switchblade?" I asked as he braided my hair into twin pigtails 

"Sure," he took it out of his pocket and gave it to me, "keep your fingers out of the way though."

I depressed the button, "click snap as the metal comb locked in place."

"Yeah, I know it's cool, isn't it?" he asked, taking it from me and putting it on my bedside table. "Lie down please." 

I did and Danny pulled the covers over me and tucked me in.

"The company that made it also manufactures quality switchblade and folding knives. This is their best mechanism minus the blade. I chose this one for the stag handle and the stainless comb is actually functional, although a bit flashy. 

Knife fighting or knife play is dangerous pastime and I have no real use for it now when a .44 revolver is so much better. There is no way I will put a real knife near your face even in pretend."

"Danny?"

"Yes Anita?"

"I love you."

"I love you too," and he kissed me, "get some sleep little bunny....."

Dan did all of the driving to Long Island and we made several pit stops along the way to stretch our legs or whatever. My wife Mary and I sat behind Dan and Anita, Joyce and Bart behind us.

Dan rented a large and spacious conversion van for the trip. Everyone had a comfortable Captains' Chair to sit in that partially reclined. All six of us were more than comfortable, with plenty of room for our legs, for our luggage and there was a bar to hang our garment bags; a nice touch. 

I admit it. I am very fond of Dan now that I know him better, and not for Anita's sake. We do more than fish when we go fishing, we talk, and one subject in particular surprised me greatly.

The first time I met him Dan informed me, "God and I were on speaking terms until I was eight. After that it was a tenuous relationship at best and I stopped praying entirely."

I assumed his religious instruction and spiritual life stopped when he was eight; I was partially right, it did until his mentor John Anderson insisted that he learn Latin. John had Danny reading the Latin Vulgate Bible, Biblia Sacra Vulgata, in the original Latin. 

I can't read Latin but have a copy of this Bible translated to English. Apparently Dan has read the Bible and is familiar with it as a historical document crucial to the Judeo-Christian roots of English Common Law in relation to the United States Constitution and our laws....or so he says. I suspect he knows more about the Bible in general than he is letting on. 

I've prayed on it often. I'm convinced that John had a higher motive for Dan other than the historical perspective; perhaps as spiritual inspiration; otherwise why choose the Bible, John being a church going man. I am also convinced that John Anderson loved Dan like a son...... 

Apparently we were not the only members of the Jones family who arrived a day early and were staying in the Empire Suites. Once we situated ourselves in our rooms we all met in the lobby. 

My cousin Rhonda was there with her blonde twin daughters, Amber and Ashley. They were staying there on the same floor as us. Her husband Mark would be arriving tomorrow with the twin's grandmothers. At five years of age they were a handful, but for the most part a well behaved handful although a little cranky from the long drive. My cousin Thelma and her husband Howard were also on our floor. 

Of course my Grumpy Bear was charming and I enjoyed watching Rhonda and Thelma checking him out. Danny watched the twins while we ladies, Rhonda, Thelma, Mom, Aunt Joyce and I sat with a cup of tea and talked. Danny occupied the girls by making them origami cranes. 

Dad, Uncle Bart and Howard went for a walk to scope out the businesses within walking distance and now that I know different they might stop for a drink..........

What a beautiful couple they make from their Aunt Joyce's point of view. My two other niece's eyes just about bugged out of their heads when they saw Anita for the first time in two years; when we introduced Danny, well enough said. 

I never would have thought in a million years that those big strong hands that I have watched pounding on a heavy bag could fashion such delicate and fragile little paper birds. 

Those little girls were taken with Dan. He was so sweet and gentle with them, promising to dance with them at the wedding. Rhonda and I had to practically pry them off of Dan to put them down for their nap ...Dan must definitely give my sister Mary grandchildren and me great nieces and nephews. ....

I made the final telephone calls to insure everything went smoothly. I was a little apprehensive and decided a workout in the hotel fitness center was just the thing to make me feel better. Anita, Joyce and Mary were sequestered in their room with a "do not disturb" sign hanging from the doorknob doing girl things. Marv and Bart were playing chess in mine. 

I was invigorated and starving after my workout so I showered and dressed to be comfortable, jeans, sneakers and a colored tee shirt. Marv had a pizza delivered while I was in the fitness center and they didn't want to join me for a sandwich; I didn't feel like pizza. I went alone to the hotel restaurant/ lounge for a bite to eat. 

I sat at the bar near the entrance. I ordered a turkey and ham club sandwich and a Bloody Mary minus the liqueur. 

There was a blonde woman sitting at a far corner table with papers spread out on it and several empty glasses. It was difficult to determine her exact age because of the distance and subdued lighting. 

She saw me glance at her and smiled. I didn't give her a second thought after that. I had enough on my mind. There was a time when I might have been interested. It has been my experience that mature women often make the best lovers or dinner companions. 

Those days are long gone for me now. Anita has given me her heart, her virginity and her trust. I would sooner cut my heart out then betray my jelly bean. 

I was talking to the bartender about fishing when I felt a small hand squeeze my bicep.

"Would you care to buy a lady a drink?"

I momentarily froze....how could I ever forget that voice; she more than betrayed me. 

"Your Mommy loves you Danny," I remember her assuring me that the night before the Social Worker took me away.

'Yea, right,' I was thinking, 'until something better came along. I can't wait to meet my replacement.'

Now wasn't the time to lose my composure. I took a deep breath before I turned to answer while thinking, 'Obviously she doesn't recognize me after almost twenty-one years. I never imagined she would be like this now; what a tramp.'

"Sir," the bartender said, Picking up a bottle of thirty year old single malt Scotch.

"Yes, bartender, it will be my pleasure," and I turned to look at the new Susan Douglas while the bartender poured a triple over ice.

"Will there be anything else, Susan?" the bartender asked familiarly, 'Obviously she comes here often,' I thought.

"Nothing you have on your side of the bar, Larry," knowing glances passing between them. No doubt Larry had her too. 

Susan Douglas was a heavy woman when I lived with them. She had long dark blonde hair, as long as Joyce's is now. She once had a very fair complexion like Joyce's is now; peaches and cream. She looks so different now with the blue contact lens' hiding the natural gray of her eyes.... the voice remains the same. 

"Thank you, handsome," The tramp said picking up her drink from the bar and taking a sip, "Do you live around here?" She sat on the stool next to me, putting her hand on my leg. 

"At one time I did. I've moved around a lot since then," I answered, truthfully, "I'm in town for a few days of business and pleasure," unfinished business, that part was also true. 

I was charming but it was forced. This woman held no sexual appeal for me. Not if she was the last woman on earth due to an unforeseen cataclysm and I was the last man on earth. Not if the Lord God himself gave me the task to be fruitful and multiply. The human race would die out first. 

"Are you married, handsome? I didn't catch your name."

"Dan," I said watching her eyes, carefully...good, she doesn't have a clue, "and no, not at the present time."

"Are you engaged, Dan?"

"Not officially so you might say my options are open. May I call you Susan?"

"You may call me anything you like handsome. In which room are you staying?" Her hand was creeping toward my crotch.

I smiled and touched her hand, looking for the wedding band. There was none.

"Are you married, Susan?"

"Would it shock you if I said I was married?" she whispered suggestively leaning closer and putting her hand on my crotch. 

"Married women fascinate me, Susan, but I do like to be discrete," I didn't remove her hand, another plan coming to mind. 

"Perhaps you know of a more intimate venue elsewhere, fascinating lady? One more out of the way and secret where we can spend some time together. There are far too many eyes here...." 

So far so good, a new element added and one easily handed. I had the address written down and our tryst would be in 3 weeks' time.

When I walked around the corner on the way to the elevator to go back to my room I found Joyce standing there with two buckets of ice.

"Do you want me to carry them for you, Joyce?" and I was thinking, 'You are such a beautiful woman, Joyce, so diametric from Susan Douglas in every way.' 

Joyce is older than the tramp and so much younger looking.

"Thank you, Dan," she answered handing me the buckets and entering the elevator behind me. Something was not right.

When the elevator door closed Joyce put her hands on my shoulders, smiling, "Oh, Daniel." 

I dropped the buckets and twisted to one side so as not to take the full force of her knee in my groin, a glancing blow that still hurt. I bladed myself and put up my palms to block any blows or kicks to keep her from hurting herself. 

"Does it hurt? Good! How could you?" she said not retreating.

"Don't hit me again, Joyce. Who put the bee in your bonnet?"

"You did! Don't you dare play innocent with me Prince Charming. You had us all fooled. You might have some good qualities; however being faithful isn't one of them. 

You'll always be a hound. I saw that woman groping you. Why in all decency did you let her?" and she took a round house swing at my head. 

I blocked the blow with my palm so she wouldn't hurt her hand, thinking, 'Of all the dumb luck! How am I going explain this to the family and not spoil my plans?' 

"It's not what you think, Joyce."

"Oh, yes it is," and Joyce swung at me a second time. I blocked it again with my palm thinking, 'God, I love these Palmer women. As angry as Joyce is right now not a single word of profanity or vulgarity has passed her lips; the same can be said for Anita and, Mary.' 

The door opened at our floor and I hit the button for the top floor while blocking the door to keep her from leaving telling the elderly couple waiting, "Sorry folks, my wife and I are having a little tiff," as the elevator door closed. 

"Your wife! How dare you! You...you..."

"Prince Charming," I suggested, "you will give me a chance to explain even if I have to keep this elevator going up and down all night... truce?"

Joyce closed her eyes and clenched her fists, taking several deep breaths as if mentally counting to ten. When she opened her eyes and relaxed her hands, "OK I'm calm, perhaps I was a little hasty," and as she said it the elevator door opened. Nobody was there so I closed it and hit all the buttons. 

Joyce wasn't calm though or in the mood for a truce telegraphing her next movement. I was ready for the kick and blocked it before spinning her around to face away from me. 

I pinned her arms to her side and pulling her close to me, blocking her legs with one of mine and of course I got an erection as any man would...we are hard wired that way. 

Joyce struggled violently, kicking and squirming like a wildcat. 

I pulled her closer to me. I admit it, I was enjoying myself. That made Joyce angrier still because I am sure she knew, feeling my erection through my blue jeans. 

"You're enjoying this aren't you? I can fix that! I don't care how tough you think you are. You have to sleep sometime and when you do...." 

I interrupted, "The tramp you saw me with at the bar is Susan Douglas the mother of the groom. I'm as surprised as you are that she came on to me like that. 

You know how I feel about her, Joyce. It's ironic, isn't it? Obviously Mommy dearest doesn't recognize me. I would like to keep it that way for now." 

Joyce stopped struggling and she didn't pull away," You mean... alright, Dan, truce. You have my word I won't try to hit you again. You won't tell Mary I tried to hit you, will you?" 

"I'm really hurt that you would assume I would do anything to be unfaithful to Anita, Joyce. I assumed you thought better of me." 

I let go with one hand and pushed the button to send the elevator back to the top floor. 

"Anita was wronged, everyone agrees. You agreed to be neutral and behave...I didn't commit myself one way or the other." 

"I think I see where this is going; you're going to mop the floor with the groom to rub his mother's nose in it. The ace up your sleeve will be Susan Douglas making a pass at you. I have your back. I'm a witness to it."

"No, there is no need for violence when finesse will be a dish served cold. I promised Anita we will dance and laugh and have a good time despite those people. 

I promised two little girls I will dance with them. Why spoil the entire wedding for the guests and embarrass the Jones family. I'm planning a series of unfortunate events, hindrances' if you will." 

I let go of Joyce and she still didn't move away. When the door opened at our floor again we saw the same elderly couple standing there. Joyce turned to me and pushed the button for the top floor, "I'm sorry, but my hubby and I still have to clear the air."

Joyce put her arms around my neck as if we were lovers and gave me a peck on the lips followed by messing up my hair as the door closed in their faces for a second time.

"I was wrong and I admit it. I'm sorry. I misjudged you, Dan," she said letting go and stepping back. "You do deserve a chance to explain yourself. What can I do to make it up to you?"

"Nothing, apology accepted. In any event I will not tattle on you to Mary," and I gave her braid a tug, "In all honesty I enjoyed the little tussle in the elevator. Do you realize as angry as you were not a hint of profanity or vulgarity passed your lips."

"Of course not, Mother taught Mary and me better than that. You don't want to know what I was thinking; it would have blistered your ears."

"I can believe that. May the little tussle in the elevator be our secret, Joyce," and I tugged on her braid again.

"You have my word on it," she messed up my hair, "I won't say a thing about the series of unfortunate events to take place; serves them right. I have a kindred spirit with you around."

The elevator door opened two floors above ours and we got out, "I think we should take the stairs, Dan, before someone calls Hotel Security."

"Good call."

"I did too, Dan."

"You did too, what, Joyce?"

"I enjoyed our little tussle and I'm flattered you find me attractive. I suppose I do like to flirt and tease you and that will never change. I won't cross the line and neither will you. 

I promise from now on to have your back as I'm sure you have mine. 

We can use an infusion of your wild untamable blood to mix with ours. Reasonable and proper can sometimes be so dull, don't you think......"

We arrived early for the wedding ceremony at the church to be seated by the ushers. The church was as I remembered it with all the beautiful ornate stained glass windows depicting scenes from the Bible and the high domed ceiling with the murals of angels and cherubs painted on it. I enjoyed attending church then, when I was eight years old and trusting. 

This day it was overflowing with large bouquets of flowers to compliment the live organ music that was playing softly in the background.

Anita was sitting between Mary and Joyce, a trinity of beautiful women that any man would be proud to claim their own and Anita is mine. I love Anita more than all the stars in the sky. 

They were dressed identically in their delightful tradition. All eyes turned to them as they walked in together; the Jones family already seated accustomed to it; people from the groom's side no doubt were wondering who the beautiful and refined women were. 

Bart sat beside Joyce; Marvin beside Mary and me beside Marv as we waited patiently for the ceremony to begin.............

I have to admit my niece Hannah was a beautiful bride in her ornate gown with the long white train. My sister Mary agrees with me. The dress that Alice and Hannah picked out together was traditional modest and we approve.




Jelly Bean and Her Bail Bondsman Ch. 03



Robert was dressed in a black tuxedo as he walked her down the aisle. My brother Marv still is going to have it out with Robert or I don't know Marv.

Alice was wearing a modest blue dress, her gold cross and a touch of makeup; her dirty blond hair was styled in the same neat blunt cut chin length bob she always wears. It was Hannah's day after all and Alice dressed to almost blend in the background; good for her.

The six flower girls wore identical pale pink frilly dresses with petticoats. They were from the groom's side ranging from five to ten years of age, the older girls carrying the bride's train while the little ones walked ahead of them spreading red, pink and white flower petals down the aisle. 

Their hair were obviously bleached to be platinum blonde and then cut short and permed with tight curls hugging their heads....ridiculous. The tramp's dress was another last minute surprise and the same color as the bridesmaids; again ridiculous for a woman of her age and the mother of the groom. 

We found out later the tramp wanted the same hairstyle for the bridesmaids as the flower girls and actually made appointments at a salon for them, paying in advance. 

The Jones girls held firm, God bless them, keeping their original length and color, conceding to curl it and wear their curls pinned up. 

Their mauve dresses were a bit overdone with too many bows and ruffles; a last minute change made in secret by the tramp in collusion with the dress maker, nonetheless my nieces looked beautiful. 

I didn't' think much of the groom as first impressions go. Naturally I thought even less of the groom's parents, especially upon closer inspection of that woman as she was seated by the ushers. An aging bleached platinum blonde, thin and stringy. As they say handsome is as handsome does. 

Tiberius isn't as tall as Dan. He is shorter than Hannah and rather plain looking despite his expensive white tuxedo with tails and the absurd top hat and silver tipped cane. 

Tiberius Marcus Douglas is anything but imperious and regal. His best features are his very blue eyes. He is very fair with white blonde hair....all right I'll come out and say it, he's a scrawny, skinny little runt who is worth a lot of money but not worth his weight in salt in the personality department. 

The groomsman including two fraternity brothers from Alpha Beta why in the world did they let Tiberius join despite his father's money were handsome and athletic looking men who outshined Tiberius in every category in their tasteful black tuxedos........................................

My sister Joyce and I gave each other knowing glances and squeezed each other's hand certain what the other sister thought. 

It was obvious that Robert and Alice were made the fools; I could see it on Alice's face and I almost felt sorry for her...almost. 

The mother of the groom made some last minute changes without telling Alice until it was too late; the flower girls for one and the 30 actors waiting outside of the church dressed like Praetorians, the Elite Force of Roman Legionary Solders assigned as bodyguards to protect their Emperor. 

Danny was impressed with them in as much that their costumes and weapons were historically correct and very authentic. 

They were standing at attention in columns of two facing ranks. They pounded on their shields with their spears when the bride and groom emerged from the church.

Then raised the spears forming an arch for the bride and groom to pass under before meeting the guests who had already exited the church. I couldn't wait for the reception later that evening to see how much the fool...........................

My cousin Hannah looked beautiful in her wedding dress, even my grumpy bear agreed. I was happy for her even though she left me out. On the drive back to our rooms Mom and Aunt Joyce were quite smug in their quiet way.

Uncle Bart called it an end run around uncle Bob and Aunt Alice and thought it was funny when I hugged and kissed Hannah at the receiving line outside of the church and congratulated her, taking great pride in introducing Danny to them, and you know, after watching the looks on their faces, I forgave Hannah and my Aunt Alice and Uncle Bob............................... 

My brother Robert looked miserable behind his smile and it serves him right; I still want to kick his ass up between his shoulder blades. I watched Mrs. Douglas drooling over Dan. No doubt there were lusty, salacious thoughts behind her blue eyes. 

Mr. Douglas had to remind his wife there were other guests waiting. Danny seemed to be amused with this woman despite the neutral smile on his face 

The woman held Dan's hand far longer than was proper during the introductions. I had to admire his self restraint and I was happy that he forgave the Douglas'; he is the bigger man for it. That didn't mean I wouldn't eventually have it out with Bob.

On the other hand if looks could speak, Alice actually looked a bit contrite and ashamed for leaving Anita out. I know she wanted to say something, but not in front of the Douglas's. The family took the right course of action including Dan. 

I suppose Mrs. Douglas was a pretty woman in her day despite her layered and over bleached ultra short pixie haircut. 

In my opinion that hairstyle did little to compliment her damaged, wrinkled skin ruined from years in the tanning booth; what foolishness. The woman is far too thin, leathery and stringy looking for my tastes, and although ten years younger than Joyce looks much older. 

My wife Mary is far more beautiful with her still smooth peaches and cream skin. Even though she is in her early sixties my Mary turns heads. Mary has more class and refinement in her little finger than this disingenuous woman has in her whole body. 

Interestingly enough everything seemed to go wrong almost immediately after the nuptials in church. All three of the wedding party's rented limos broke down in one manner or another as they pulled away from the curb. 

The Douglas's Mercedes was towed away by mistake, repossessed and impounded. They had to call the police and file a report and it was too late on Sunday to retrieve it from the impound lot. What are the odds of that? What you sow you also shall reap..................................................

The ladies let us men in the room one at a time to see their formal dresses. Anita looked as beautiful as an earth bound mermaid princess in her green dress, diamond-ruby necklace and earrings. Anita's hair was up in an elegant style of french twist I had not seen before. 

My heart skipped a beat when I saw Anita standing between her mother and aunt. It is my privilege to be her escort at the wedding reception.............. ................................

As beautiful as the bride is and as mediocre the groom, my beautiful daughter Anita and Dan ruled the dance floor the entire evening, dancing together or dancing apart. I certainly enjoyed dancing with Dan....................................

The groom can hardly dance, even with Hannah taking the lead. My husband Bart is a wonderful dancer and a man's man. He took me dancing on our first date. We danced every dance and Bart wouldn't let any man cut in. There was one jerk in particular who kept trying though....Bart simply knocked him out........................

The regal Tiberius....hardly. That young man can barely keep from stumbling across the dance floor; talk about two left feet as well as having a bit too much to drink this early in the evening. I commented about this to my wife Mary.

The parent's of the bride and groom were in a panic when the live band didn't show up after an excellent dinner of prime rib. 

Bob made sure there was plenty to eat and overall the meal and presentation was excellent and I told him so. He was upset about the band not showing and just nodded. Fortunately one of the waiters had a cousin who was a Deejay................................ 

The Deejay arrived within an hours' time of being called and quickly set up with most every kind of music available on CD or prerecorded by category for weddings and such on his computer. 

Talk about bad luck followed by good until it was time for the first dance, the special one for the newly married couple to dance alone, all eyes on them.

Bad luck following the good, the computer malfunctioned during the first dance. It started off playing a nice waltz. 

While Hannah and Tiberius were dancing the computer abruptly switched over to a child's nursery rhyme, "Pop Goes the Weasel" put to music and sung as a silly song one might hear at a small child's birthday party.

Ashley and Amber ran over to Danny singing the words to the music and insisted he dance with them. He gently explained that the bride and groom must dance first; assuring them the next two dances would be theirs.

My sister Joyce had her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud while the poor Deejay shut everything down, disconnecting the computer and rerouting his sound equipment to feed the CD's one at a time. 

I leaned over to my husband and whispered, "There is no way everything that has happened thus far is a coincidence, sweetheart," and I kissed his cheek, "I suspect somebody's hand in this," we both looked at Danny.

Danny had both girls on his lap now and whatever he was telling them the twins were laughing and giggling. They hugged and kissed him when he put them down. Anita was looking at them beaming, and I was thinking, 'I can't say it enough; they are perfect for each other. I want grandchildren, now!' 

"You're right honey, there is a hand in this and not the divine hand of God," he slid over and kissed my lips, "You look beautiful this evening, Mary my love, if I haven't told you already."

"You have, but tell me again sweetheart," and I kissed him back looking forward to what else the hand had in mind and I was certain it was Danny...........................................

Talk about childish behavior. Tiberius went back to his table and would only return after much coaxing from his mother. He danced the one dance with Hannah before returning to his table again. 

My husband Bart thought the groom's behavior was downright infantile and wondered why the little punk's father didn't step in and straighten out his son. 

Dan danced with the twins as he promised until their Dad hustled them off the dance floor to their rooms. It was bedtime for the little ones; their two grandmas would take turns and watch them until the reception was over.

Although Hannah and Tiberius did mingle with their guests as is proper; he did so only after his tramp mother got on his case. What a lump. 

Those Jones girls who were paired off with the fraternity fatheads were pretty much ignored and they mingled finding other dance partners including Dan. 

We all agreed that Anita and Dan ruled the dance floor. I danced with Dan twice, enjoying myself and showing him off. We have a secret understanding that I'll share with no one; not my sister, not my niece. 

It was well into the evening when the Deejay announced we must clear it for the ceremony to follow, the cutting of the cake. 

I should mention that at the beginning of the festivities and with practiced pomp and fanfare, the Elite Praetorian Bodyguards escorted the wedding party to their table after all the guests were seated. They marched in two columns with the wedding party in between them. 

Once the party was seated the Centurion ordered the soldiers to draw their swords to salute the bride and groom. They then stood at attention behind them along the wall the whole time as if they were guarding them. 

At the call of the cake ceremony, half left and marched in formation into the main kitchen as soon as the dance floor was empty.......................................................

It is obvious to me that my grumpy bear is behind all the glitches occurring at Hannah's wedding. I knew the best was yet to come when they brought out the wedding cake. 

Talk about an orchestration of pomp and fanfare for a cake. Four men wearing white togas and sandals and each holding one of the poles of the ornate gold colored palanquin were escorted by the Praetorian Bodyguards. Inside of the palanquin was the five foot tall wedding cake.

The Douglas's had the cake flown in from New York City. It was created by a well known bakery of the rich and famous. This exceptional bakery has its own television show on cable. 

The cake was a scaled down reproduction of a delicious vanilla confection representing the column of Marcus Aurelius also known to some as the Aurelian Column. 

The original stone monument was built between 180 AD and 196 AD as a gift from the Senate and the Roman people to Emperor Marcus Aurelius in celebration of his successful military campaigns against the Germanic tribes who lived near the Black Sea. 

I counted the seconds for disaster.... 1...2...3...any time now...one of the men in the togas was none other than Tom O'Neil. 

I wasn't disappointed; Tom accidentally on purpose tripped sending the monument to Tiberius Marcus Douglas toppling to the dance floor onto its side....wow!

I looked at Mom; Mom looked at Aunt Joyce who had her hand over her mouth to hide her grin. We all looked at Danny. 

He looked back at us an angelic look on his handsome face, "Oops," he said, taking a sip of champagne. 

In all the ensuing confusion Tom managed to slip out of the room and disappeared. Mrs. Douglas was swearing up a storm at the remaining toga wearers, the waiters, the hotel manager. 

Uncle Bob was consoling Hannah, she was sobbing and her father was hugging her trying to calm her down. Tiberius was arguing along with his father with the wedding planner demanding to know who tripped and what was she going to do about it. Alice was staring at the cake on the floor as if in shock and looking as if she was about to cry at any moment. 

Mom stood up with a resolute look on her face and we knew better than to argue with her, "Anita, Joyce, follow me."

We followed. Mom snagged a couple of waiters, "You and you, what are your names..... Yes, thank you gentlemen. Mark, please bring me a couple of push carts and some large trays or cookie sheets; as many as you can find. Arthur, please bring me two large knives and two spatulas. Oh yes, aluminum foil. When you both return with them be available for further instructions." 

We then walked over to Aunt Alice and hugged her one at a time, mom last. "It's not like you to just stand there honey, not our efficient Alice," Mom said, hugging her, "Let us help you save the cake and serve to your guests. We don't need the wedding planner, the caterer, the waiters or anyone else who is not family." Aunt Alice wiped her eyes and nodded gratefully and that is exactly what the four of us did................................... 

"Well, rubber ducky, is anything else going to happen today?" 

"Not that I'm aware of, pops."

"What about earthquakes, volcanoes; floods or tornadoes?" 

"Those things are beyond my reach and knowledge much like the stars are in the sky."

"Good, you and I are going to have a long talk when we go fishing next Sunday. Somebody has to take over for John Anderson......." 

Danny received a telephone call on the way home and pulled over getting out of the van.

"Anita, please," he motioned me to get out, "get the note pad and write down what I dictate," I did.

"Thank you very much," I heard him tell the caller, "it's good to hear from you. I'll see you in two days with the love of my life and my future bride. 

Danny picked me up and spun me around, "Pack your bags, baby. We are going to Florida on official business....."



Jelly Bean and Her Bail Bondsman Ch. 04



'We're going to Florida!' I was thinking as Danny picked me up and spun me around, 'September is a perfect time to go there as it won't be too hot. It will be wonderfully and gloriously warm and sunny to enjoy the sand and the surf. 

Danny told the client on the phone, his ex-partner Duke Marion, and of course Danny wouldn't accept a fee, that he was bringing me, his fiancé, to meet him. 

I adore thinking that, 'fiancé, fiancé, fiancé and fiancé!' 

"Can we make it a vacation sweetheart?" I asked excitedly as I put my arms around his neck to kiss his lips, "We will dance on the beach in the moonlight" KISS, KISS, "but I have to buy a bathing suit and some sun dresses first," KISS, KISS, "I'd love to see manatees in the wild. 

I know! We will visit the Everglades and ride on an airboat and........."

"One thing at a time, Anita," my grumpy bear said laughing, kissing my lips and then putting his finger on them to keep me from talking, "I love you and your enthusiasm is catching. We'll talk about it on the way home, deal?" 

"Deal," I agreed kissing him again. 

Mom, Dad, Aunt Joyce and Uncle Bart got out of the van taking this opportunity to stretch their legs and Dad asked me, "What was that telephone call about, Anita? Will you two love birds stop kissing long enough to tell us? Is it good news?" 

"Were going to Florida on business; Duke needs Danny's help. He has a fiancé and I have a fiancé; isn't that fabulous, Dad?" 

"It's fabulous for Duke Marion, whoever he is. Who is he?" 

"Duke Marion is my old partner from my bounty hunting days, Pops. He taught me the thinking man's way of doing the job." 

"Well, I hope you aren't going to chase down fugitives with him again; you might be hurt or killed!" Mom said alarmed, rushing over to put her arms around Danny to hug him, "I won't stand for it. I absolutely forbid it!" 

"Yes ma'am, I won't. I promise, so please don't worry," Danny replied hugging Mom back. 

"Thank you, but I'll always worry because that's my job," and Mom kissed his cheek, "What kind of business trip is it then?" 

"Duke retired five years ago. He became bored with all the free time on his hands and started doing volunteer work to keep busy; however that's not the amazing thing about it."

"What's the amazing thing?" Dad asked. 

"Duke found his "soul mate" his words, at sixty-one years of age while working for Literacy Volunteers of America." "What's so amazing about that?" Mom asked, "That's how it should be." 

"You have to know the man, Mary. Although he's a gentleman, Duke is shy around women. He get's tongue tied in most one-on-one social situations with them. 

My partner fell in love with a retired Librarian. Although I've never met the widow lady, I doubt Sarah McGovern is anything but shy. Poetry and her church are Sarah's passion."

"Well then, I definitely want to meet, Sarah," said Dad. 

"I'm sure his fiancé must be a special woman to draw the shyness out of him," Mom added. 

Duke is also a voracious reader; just about anything he can get his hands on to improve his mind and broaden his knowledge of the World. He reads Westerns for fun and some poetry."

"Poetry for the soul," Mom said knowingly.

"Yes, it is poetry that brought them together."

"That's all well and good but does he read the Bible?" my Dad asked, "Is Mr. Marion a religious man?" 

"He can give you a run for your money there, Pops; Chapter and Verse. Let me put things in perspective. Duke was born in Oklahoma. His father, deceased, was a Baptist Minister of the fire and brimstone persuasion and they didn't get along well, although they did make their peace in the end. He now attends a Methodist church with Sarah." 

"I'd like to meet both of them someday. Invite them to the wedding" Dad replied.

"Who's wedding?" Danny asked.

"Anita's and your wedding, son", dad replied putting his arm around Danny's shoulder and giving a brief hug. 

"I take it I passed the muster, then."

"What muster?" Mom asked.

"That's between me and my future son, Mary. We men have our secrets too you know. You were saying about Mr. Marion, Dan." 

"They are considering purchasing an established bookshop with a coffee bar located on prime real estate. There's a large four bedroom apartment above the mentioned store. There are shall we say some encumbrances. They want my legal advice on how to proceed." 

"Encumbrances; now there's a thousand dollar word if I ever heard one," my Uncle Bart broke in, trying to make a joke. 

"Encumbrances or as some may say, suspenders; or as the Brit's call them, braces; to hold up Tiberius's trousers underneath that ridiculous white tuxedo, ha, ha, ha, OK, don't laugh. I think it's funny, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha....ouch! What's that for Joyce?" My Aunt Joyce pinched his ear. 

"That's for never taking me to Fort Lauderdale Florida!"

"Oh, really, I see... so obviously I deserve that pinch," Uncle Bart replied and grinning from ear to ear. 

"You certainly do, Bart!"

My Uncle Bart put his arms around my Aunt Joyce's waist and kissed her lips. I've been watching them act silly like this from the time I was a little girl and noticed such things. 

"So, Blondie," Uncle Bart tugged her thick long blonde braid, "you want to go where it is warm and there is sunshine and lots of water?" 

I noticed that Danny was watching them intently so I squeezed his hand. Danny leaned over and whispered, "Do you want to invite the family to join us?" 

I whispered back, "Later, just watch." 

"Yes, and you know what that means, Bart; lots of amore'.

"Well then, Joyce my love; your wish is my command."

Uncle Bart scooped up Aunt Joyce in his arms and started walking down the road with her.

"Bart! What are you doing?" Aunt Joyce shrieked laughing but not struggling as she put her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek, "put me down; do you hear me?"

"There's a secluded pond up the road surrounded by trees and it is sunny and warm out," Uncle Bart explained walking away and winking, "I'll see you folks in a bit; I'm going to throw Joyce in to get some amore'."

"Give me a hand with the ice chest will you, Dan?" my father asked as he opened the back doors of the van "They're going to be gone for at least an hour and we might as well have a bite to eat while we wait." 

Danny lifted it out by himself saying, "It's all right Pops, I've got it." 

After Mom and I put down a blanket on the grass to sit, Danny put the ice chest down and asked Dad, "Are they always like this?"

"They have been this way for as long as I can remember; Palmer women!" Dad explained throwing up his hands kiddingly, "Don't you get any ideas, rubber duck; you're not married to my daughter yet......" 

Danny and I landed at the Fort Lauderdale Florida Airport with a rental car waiting for us. Actually it was a Jeep Wrangler 4 x4 with a removal hardtop. Think of it as a go anywhere convertible when the top is off. 

I chose this model so we can drive right down to the ocean if need be. As Mr. Skinner's personal secretary I'm in charge of scheduling his appointments and making our travel plans. 

Aunt Joyce and Uncle Bart will be driving down in the van to meet us in five days and spend three more. We will then all drive back together. This means five days of making love anytime we want too...... or at least until they checked into the room next to us. 

Dad is planning to have it out with my Uncle Bob and we also heard something through the grapevine about Danny's mommy dearest. We heard that Susan Douglas left her husband and is filing for divorce now that their son is married off. 

We won't be meeting with Duke until Wednesday afternoon and I wanted to go to the beach which incidentally is a few minutes' walk from the first floor patio of our hotel room. 

There is a small beautifully landscaped upscale mall close by with interesting boutiques that I want to explore for my bathing suit. There is also a shop selling diving equipment. Danny promised to get us masks and fins to do some snorkeling. 

I went into the bathroom after we checked into our room to change into one of my sun dresses. I wanted to surprise Danny.....actually I have a few more surprises in mind for my love............... 

One of Anita's surprises for me as she walked out of the bathroom was the dress. It's white with pink roses and green leaves with a v-neck that buttoned partially down in the front. It has a white lace collar and lace on the short sleeves.

Anita's dress is form fitting without being tight to enhance her five-foot-five-inch dancers figure. My beautiful Anita is also curvy and round in all the right places besides being quite strong for such a petite woman. 

Anita's thick auburn brown hair was put up in a loose sexy curly bun with stray tendril curls strategically hanging down. My precious jelly bean was wearing little or no makeup except to enhance her soft brown eyes. 

Anita's beautiful eyes make my heart melt, as does her laughter that I liken to the tinkle of little silver Christmas bells.

"How do I look, Danny?" Anita asked putting her arms around my neck to kiss my lips, "do you like my new dress?" 

"You look beautiful, jelly bean. Of course I like your new dress; you're such a girly-girl," and I put my arms around her trim waist to crush her to me gently to kiss her sweet lips long and deep, thinking, 'sunshine and little silver Christmas bells.' 

"You forget to say, Sir grumpy bear, that I'm a tough girly-girl," Anita said in deep voice like the Papa Bear of a well know children's fairytale. She messed up my hair vigorously and then smoothed it back, "not to mention I love you... and you love me.... and we're engaged!" 

"Why of course, baby," I replied, stroking the soft hair at the nape of my neck, "you are the sunlight of my soul......."

Danny was dressed casually when we left our room. I bought him two pair of tan cargo shorts for our little vacation to go with the muscle shirts that I adore seeing him wear; both are perfect for this climate. 

Danny wears these shirts strictly to be comfortable; on the plus side they show off his barrel chest, lean ropey muscles and flat washboard stomach. Add his thick black hair and blue eyes; mix everything together and you have scrumptious eye candy and he's mine. 

We went to the dive shop first to get our snorkeling equipment and then to the boutique to get a bathing suit for me. 

Many people don't realize how much easier it is to swim with fins, or the distance one can cover with much less effort than without them. The mask and snorkel have their obvious advantages; particularly in salt water. 

We also bought several maps and charts, planning on exploring the shoreline to look for secluded little beaches inaccessible from the shore. 

The boutique carried some of the "Victoria's Secrets" line of clothing and a nice selection of bathing suits. I didn't initially intend to select a skimpy one that showed too much skin, let alone wearing one in public; such minimal garments are for Danny's eyes only. 

Nonetheless, I'm a Palmer woman; therefore, I was going to tease my man to keep things interesting as well as keep him on his toes. 

My handsome grumpy bear sat patiently in a cane back chair outside of the women's dressing room as I walked in-and- out modeling different bathing suits for him. 

All of them were reasonably modest; his favorite was a one piece bathing suit in teal green. I didn't tell him it was mine as well; pretending I couldn't decide. 

Now for Danny's surprise; I came out of the dressing room into the busy store wearing a scandalous two piece that might as well been two pieces of red string for all that it covered. 

"Anita!" Danny exclaimed coming out of the chair like a cannon ball from a double charged cannon and grabbing an oversized beach towel from the shelf. 

Danny wrapped the towel around me. He quickly ushered me to the changing room, closing the door and giving me little or no time to react.....wow, so far so good. 

"There is no way you'll be wearing that in public. I'm surprised at you, Anita."

"But I look nice in it," I replied, trying to feign hurt indignation, "I'm just trying to look sexy for you." 

I put my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing while imagining the look on his face. 

"Of course you look sexy in it; too sexy!"

"Then what's the problem? My Aunt and Uncle won't be here for five days; when did you get so puritanical and prude?" 

"Jelly bean, I don't want to argue with you. You're my fiancé and I simply won't allow it." 

"Allow it! I hardly need your approval to buy a bathing suit, Danny. I'm buying it. Furthermore I'll wear it anywhere else I feel it is appropriate and that's final!" 

"Anita," Danny said quietly, and I know that serious tone well, "Will you please be reasonable. There is nothing wrong with the teal one; you look lovely in it. I'll buy them both. You may wear the red when we are alone together." 

"I am being reasonable? You're the one who is being unreasonable when all I need is one bathing suit." 

At this point I had already changed into the teal green bathing suit when I heard a female voice on the other side of the door, perfect. 

"Excuse me, you're not allowed back here, Sir. There are ladies waiting to use the other dressing rooms." 

"Yes, of course you are correct and I beg their pardon and yours," Danny replied. 

I was standing on a chair looking over top of the door watching them. Danny's back was to me as he turned on the charm with Debbie the salesclerk. 

"Please give us a couple of minutes. This is our first trip together since we announced our engagement and we're very much in love. I'm sorry I got a bit carried away. 

My fiancé' will take both bathing suits. Here's two hundred dollars," Danny gave her two one-hundred dollar bills; "we'll meet you directly at the register." 

"But, Sir......."

Perfect....I threw my dress over the top of the door causing Debbie not to finish her sentence, bingo, it landed on Danny's head and he took it off not missing a beat as I quickly got off the chair. 

"There you see, ma'am, my lady will be out in a minute. We will also purchase two of the extra-large beach towels on sale on the shelf to the right of the cash register. Any color will do and I thank you for your patience."

"I want red ones to match my bathing suit please," I said from behind the door.

"My lady prefers the red towels and again my apologies for any inconvenience I have caused." 

"Well, I suppose it won't hurt to give you a couple of more minutes. I remember when I was first engaged to be married. I'll have everything rung up when you get there." 

"Danny, I'm coming out," I announced sweetly; Danny put his hand on top of the door to keep me from opening it

"Are you wearing the teal green bathing suit, Anita?" 

"No, I'm wearing the red one and here's the tag," I replied, reaching over the door to hand him the price tag. 

"Why don't you wear your dress and then you can change into your red bathing suit after I take you out to lunch?" Danny suggested as he draped my dress over the top of the door. 

"No! You let me out right now, Daniel Skinner. We're in Florida now and all the women dress like this. We'll find a restaurant that has a patio and dine outside." 

"Very, well, Anita," Danny said as he stepped away from the door, "apparently there is no reasoning with you," and he walked out of the boutique with our diving gear heading for the diving shop and if he was going to return them for a refund.... I quickly got dressed. 

"Danny, Wait!" I shouted running after him with my packages and his change. 

"I don't want to talk about it, Ms. Jones," He replied, raising his voice slightly as he continued walking into the dive shop. 

"But Danny, I was just having a little fun with you, see, I'm wearing my dress. I'll treat you for lunch," I said now walking beside him; he wouldn't even look at me. 

"Right, some fun," he replied eyes straight ahead, "you behaving badly and embarrassing both of us. What a reasonable way to start our first vacation together," he was angry and I felt terrible; apparently my joke and teasing went a little too far. 

I dropped my packages and got in front of him to put my hand on his hard chest to stop him. My grumpy bear stopped however his face was very stern and uncompromising. 

"Please Danny, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

Danny stood there studying me; contemplating to choose his words carefully as he always does. Danny hardly ever raises his voice to me even when I stretch his patience to the limit. 

"Will you please talk to me," I asked while thinking, 'He's never been this angry with me before," I thought noticing some customers watching us very much amused. 

"Fine, Anita, we will discuss this unfortunate incident here and now.... for the sake of our relationship."

I was thinking, 'Our relationship? Oh Danny, you're scaring me, what do you mean by that?' 

"I'm....." I started to say, when Danny took his index finger and put it over my lips to silence me; as he did during my interview on the first day we met. 

The day I spilled coffee on him and broke his crystal candy dish.... I dropped my hand from his chest looking down. 

"A man can take only so much, Anita," Danny said sternly, lifting my chin with his thumb and forefinger to meet his blue eyes, but I didn't dare, not when he is like this. He used this same tone in the restaurant with those bikers. I closed my eyes waiting for him to admonish me. 

"You almost had me, baby," he said laughing and my eyes popped open to look at him. 

Danny wasn't angry at all; he was grinning from ear to ear with nothing but good natured mirth and love for me in his baby blue eyes. 

"You...you....."

"Grumpy bear," he suggested in a deep gravely voice before he grabbed and tickled me to make me laugh and squirm, "Really, Anita, puritanical and prude? I wish I had a camera to take a picture of the look on your face a few moments ago."

"How did you figure it out?" I asked putting my arms around his neck to kiss his warm lips. Danny returned my kisses, crushing me to him gently....everything was perfect with the world again. 

"When you stood on the chair, baby," I saw you out of the corner of my eye on the floor-to-ceiling-mirrors on the walls opposite the dressing rooms." 

"Do you want to know what I think, Mr. Skinner, Sir?"

"I'd love to hear it, Miss Jones."

"I'm horny," I whispered as I messed up his hair and then pushed it back, smoothing it in place.

"What a coincidence, Miss Jones," he whispered back, "so am I, and since we're here I'll purchase the diving knife I've been contemplating....." 

We returned to the hotel room and Danny unlocked the door to let us in, closing it and locking it behind us. As I was walking over to the bed, Danny playfully swatted my butt making me jump and drop my packages. I spun around to look at him as I rubbed my smarting bottom. 

"It's my turn, Anita," he grabbed me and threw me on the bed holding me down on my stomach with my arms held firmly but gently behind my back. 

Yes, Danny taught me how to defend myself, including how to use firearms; we practice weekly. Include every dirty trick in the book to use in a pinch if I can't retreat to safety; however this was just our usual playfulness. 

"Yes, Sir", I replied meekly going along with the game, "Are you going to ravish me?" 

"I am," Danny replied as he held my two small hands in his much larger left hand, pulling up my dress and pulling my panties down and off with his right. 

What a scrumptious and saucy defiant little morsel you are Miss Jones."

"Yes Sir, I am, and you adore saucy and defiant." 

"Yes I do," Danny replied letting go of my hands and getting off the bed," come here baby." I did getting up and walking to him to put my arms around his neck and kiss his warm lips. 




Jelly Bean and Her Bail Bondsman Ch. 04



"I love you," I cooed, "Do you love me?"

"I love you more than all the stars in the sky, Anita; you make me complete," said Danny while taking my hair out of the curly bun but leaving it in a curly ponytail. 

"Turn around," and as I did Danny unbuttoned and helped me out of my dress followed by my bra.

Danny put his arms around my tummy to hug me and nuzzled and kissed the side of my neck and face, sighing with contentment, whispering, "Mush, mush and mush, Anita my love." 

I squeezed his hands saying," It's your turn now, grumpy bear," and I turned to pull his tee shirt over his head followed by removing everything else until we were hugging and kissing with roaming hands, bare skin on bare skin. 

My small hands were all over Danny's hard muscular body, feeling his long ropey muscles move underneath his skin as I worked my way down from his face; tattooing him with invisible tattoos; my kisses, marking him as mine. 

I took my time....there was no hurry...so...in my own sweet time I was on my knees ready to lick and suck on his hard cock. 

I looked up into his blue eyes with mine of brown while he took my long brown hair out of the ponytail in preparation for his cock in my mouth. 

I started licking the tip first, looking up and smiling; looking into his blue eyes, while moving my tongue in a circle around the circumference and fluttering my tongue on the tip. Danny's hands were in my hair and he was looking down on me, smiling.

I was sucking as he taught me, feeling his hard cock throb in my mouth as I licked and sucked. 

Danny had other ideas and tugged my hair gently, motioning me to stand and pointed for me to get on the bed which I did. 

Danny got down beside me and kissed my lips. He kissed my face, behind my ears, working his way down my neck kissing to the base of my throat, returning to my ears, licking and nibbling on the lobs, "We're engaged, Anita?" He whispered.

"Yes," I whispered, "please, Danny, let me suck on your cock some more," he silenced me by kissing my lips, his tongue seeking mine. 'My god,' I was thinking, 'he is making me so horny, and I'm almost ready to come.' 

Danny continued kissing and licking me all over, especially my breasts, licking and sucking, tasting and probing with his marvelous lips and tongue. My head was thrown back, my eyes closed shut...my god it felt so good. 

I could feel the moistness between my legs flowing as he worked his way down to my stomach, before arriving to the final destination. I was caressing his back and shoulders, feeling the muscles moving underneath his skin. 

"Mm, I can smell you, baby. I can smell the sweet honey of your flower," and he started licking and sucking on my plump aroused pussy, his tongue darting and stabbing; he knows exactly when and where to lick and tease. Danny knows exactly how I like it and takes great pride in knowing every one of my erogenous zones. 

I was so aroused I could hardly stand it as Danny got on top of me, supporting his weight with his arms. 

My wet flower welcomed Danny's cock as he entered me, slowly and carefully until his cock filled my entire uterus. 

Danny made love to me slowly and gently at first, his cadence and thrusts increasing in force as my first delicious orgasm was rising. 

My hips were gyrating as I thrust them upward to welcome his cock, slowly at first and then frantically thrashing as I moaned and squirmed, timing his orgasm with mine; the only sound he was making was a growl in his throat as he pumped his rich, creamy seed deep into my flower, our orgasms mere seconds apart. 

Danny rolled off of me onto his back, however, I wasn't finished with him quite yet. 

I straddled my handsome grumpy bear, supporting my weight on my knees, "Yes baby," he said. 

"I want to be on top this time," I said leaning forward to tickle his face with my long auburn brown hair......... 

Anita straddled me impaling herself on my rock hard cock while leaning back with her back straight. She shook her head so that her hair fell forward over her face, neck and breasts. The mere sight of Anita makes my heart melt, and I know I'll always feel this way because she makes me complete. 

I reached up and caressed her firm round perfect breasts as Anita slowly rode me. Her beautiful brown eyes were closed in ecstasy. Soon my sweet jelly bean was bouncing up down and down and squirming from side to side. 

I moved along with Anita, matching her rhythm and thrusting upward while helping to support her weight to let her second wild orgasm wash over as she squealed and panted and moaned loudly and definitively. 

My beautiful Anita is as light as a feather and when I could not hold back any longer, I held her waist and pounded her, thrusting upward. 

Anita's hands were in her long hair holding it out of her face And she was smiling and watching me as I came in her sweet little cunt. 

She collapsed on top of me kissing my mouth and stroking my face. I held Anita for a time as she lay on top of me with my arms around her waist and bottom just enjoying the closeness; there was no need to talk as our mutually beating hearts were the only sounds necessary to confirm our love. 

After a bit, in our own sweet time, we got dressed. We had a light lunch of cold lobster salad with a refreshing cold tomato basil- garlic soup from the Bistro in the strip mall. 

We then went back to our room, changed into our bathing suits and grabbed our gear to spend some time on the hotel beach...... ..... 

After a few hours in the water, testing out our masks and fins, I was sitting on the beach in one of those low beach chairs under a large umbrella the hotel provided where I was slowly sipping and enjoying my one drink for the day; a Mai Tai. 

It is a delicious tropical drink made with light and dark rum, cream de almond, sweet & sour mix, pineapple juice and triple sec. 

Danny was lying with his head on my lap nodding off when I had a wonderful idea as I twirled the little paper umbrella that came with my drink between my thumb and forefinger....we will build a sandcastle.

"Danny?" I said putting my drink down and rubbing his face, "I love you."

"I love you too, baby," he answered not opening his eyes, "keep it up; you are putting me to sleep." 

"You know what will be fun?"

"Yes, you'll let me nap for half an hour."

"It will be fun if you let me bury you in the sand; may I?"

"No," and he still didn't open his eyes.

"Let's litigate; may we compromise?" 

"Yes; I sleep for half an hour first and then we'll build a sandcastle?" 

"How do you know I want to build a sandcastle?"

"As Sherlock Holmes might say; "elementary my dear jelly bean", while I say, snowmen and snow angels in the winter as well as all the aquatic soap bubble animals or yellow rubber ducks indigenous to our bathtub........" 

An old platitude states, "money talks and bullshit walks". 

One of Duke's favorite sayings is, "While money won't buy our way into Heaven, it's certainly noticed there when spent on the simple things in life to bring joy to others." 

I convinced the bartender at the outdoor beach cabana to let me borrow a large aluminum ice scoop, a plastic ice tub, plus an assortment of different size plastic glasses to made spires, towers and parapets. He gave us plastic spoons, forks and knives to cut and shape the intricate details. 

I will state emphatically, building that sandcastle with Anita is one of the finest moments of my life............... 

Danny and I decorated our sandcastle of love with the plentiful and often overlooked gifts from the sea; shells, driftwood and pieces of colorful broken glass polished smooth by the sand and surf; a shared kiss for each shell or glass gem provided by providence, with the little paper umbrella decorating the tallest spire, pretending it is our Royal Bedroom. 

Afterward we sat out on the beach well after dark on that warm Florida night. We ordered and had room service bring our dinner, turkey/bacon club sandwiches and ginger ale, dining quietly on the mostly deserted beach. 

We sat and talked quietly as lovers do, watching the waves return our sandcastle to the sea. Afterward we selected one glass gem about the size of a quarter as a memento. 

Mine will be made into a sterling silver pendent and worn on a silver chain. Danny's will be made into a watch fob. Danny knows a jeweler/goldsmith in Alexander Bay, NY located right on the St. Lawrence River who will create our sandcastle jewelry. 

I was quite tired when we returned to our room after all that exercise and fresh air. I got into bed first and waited for Danny to come out of the bathroom and make love to me; only to fall asleep and then wake up next to him late in the morning cuddled up close. I woke him with a kiss and was rewarded with a sigh and a smile. 

We didn't remain in bed long that morning for we had to prepare for our adventure on the high seas....or to be more precise, the shallow reefs off shore. 

We spent most of the day in the open Jeep with the wind in our hair exploring the coast roads and taking notes; highlighting the possible points of interest on the sea chart and land map we purchased at the dive shop to coordinate the locations on each to explore the coast by boat. We will then anchor and explore the warm waters with masks, snorkel and fins. 

We spent the late afternoon and early evening walking hand in hand perusing a few downtown shops after dinning in a small seafood restaurant celebrated for their crab cakes, Caesar Salad and coconut shrimp........ 

I've come to the conclusion since meeting my jelly bean that despite having free will, some things are meant to be; large events in our lives or simple unnoticed everyday things we might not give a second thought too. 

We were walking by a haberdashery, MILLER'S TOPPERS, when Anita saw a mannequin displaying a particular hat. I've never been much of a hat person except a wool watch cap in the winter to keep my ears warm. 

My scuffed up ball cap to keep the sun out of my eyes is now the property of Frankie our snowman who like Frosty the Snowman of the popular Christmas song will return every winter. 

Perhaps you think it's silly to name a snowman or delegate a perfectly good hat for such. I might have agreed with you until I met Anita; the warm sunshine of her smile melts my heart as the warm sunshine melts Frankie to mush, however, I digress; speaking again of hats, the haberdashery was closed. 

Anita saw someone moving around inside and took my hand in a death grip; she wouldn't let me leave, tapping on the glass and waving to get the attention of the man inside. 

The proprietor is a distinguished looking older man at about five-foot eight inches tall who moved about like a much younger man. He has a deep Florida tan to contrast his thick full head of white hair. 

Mr. Miller was dressed in tan chinos, a button down white shirt and was wearing leather sandals. He let us in and relocked the door, saying, "I'll be with you folks in a moment." 

My jelly bean led me right to a mannequin head wearing a hand woven straw Montecristi Panama fedora and insisted that I let her buy one like it for me. 

"You know I'm not much of a hat person, baby; what about a fitted ball cap?" 

"Please grumpy bear. You'll look so handsome in it! Besides, your beat up old cap belongs to our snowman now," She then put her hands around my neck and kissed my lips, "Please, pretty please, for me?"

"The young lady is correct Sir, this style hat will complement you" said the old gentleman holding up a measuring tape as he recognized a sure sale. 

"If you'll just let me measure your head, I'll guarantee satisfaction and a perfect fit. My family has been here for eighty-five years. I can assure you; I know hats."

"You heard what the gentlemen said, Danny; you'll look handsome.....please?" 

"Marvin if you please," he said to me, "so if you'll just allow me, Sir."

"What a small world! My Dad's name is Marvin, Sir," Anita chimed in delighted at the coincidence as she formally introduced us, "I'm Anita Jones and this is my fiancé Daniel Skinner. We're engaged and this our first trip to Florida together." 

"Marvin Miller," he said warmly shaking her hand and then mine; Marvin's handshake is firm and sincere, "My pleasure to meet you both. 

I have a granddaughter about your age, Anita, she's also engaged," and he took a photo out of his wallet to show us the other happy couple. 

"Mary-Beth is my pride and joy in the remaining time I have left on this earth; isn't she beautiful?" And of course we agreed. 

I made an instant judgment about the man and my instincts are generally correct. I like the old gentlemen. Mr. Miller genuinely likes people and takes great pride in his business and a tradition of eighty-five years. 

We made small talk discussing families; Anita and Marvin doing most of the talking. 

Mr. Miller was in no real hurry to make a sale and after a half hour or so, "All fiddle-fuddle or malarkey aside to make a sale; I'm telling you the truth. This fedora or any fedora will look good on you." 

"Who am I to argue with tradition, Mr. Miller," I agreed respectfully, "I bow to your expertise." 

They were more than right. Plus to top it off, please excuse the pun, Anita was pleased to no end to purchase it for me; why not a straw fedora in the summer instead of a ball cap............. 

We were up bright and early the next day for the 90 minute ride in the Jeep to our destination. Once there, we went on a private tour on an airboat to explore the Everglades. 

We visited secluded places few people ever see, and Danny and I were privileged to swim with the manatees in a hidden spring fed lagoon.

Our guide is a dark haired man in his late forties; fit, trim and tanned who seems to glide quietly and effortlessly with no wasted motion as he walks. Our guide, John Smith, is full blooded Seminole. 

Danny knows John's Seminole name having heard it at the funeral; it's Holata which means alligator and was given to John when he passed into manhood at fifteen. I also know John jumped bail and didn't meet his court date. 

John was accused of murdering a young man, a judge's son. He claimed self-defense which was proven in court to be true. 

It is a long involved story. However the fact remains the judge's son pulled a knife on John. During the ensuing struggle, the knife wielder was wrestled to the ground where he fell on his own knife. 

The unfortunate tragedy occurred after midnight while John was sleeping on a bench underneath the trees. John's knapsack was his pillow. He was on a Church's property with permission after having dinner with the pastor and his wife in exchange for doing chores around the parish during the day. 

The judge's son and his friend were roaming the area looking for trouble in a drunken bravado, both having extensive brushes with the law.

They mistook John for a homeless vagrant, urinating on him while he was sleeping; a big mistake on their part. He knocked out one of his assailant's before the fool could blink. 

Never mess with a man who hunts and traps alligators let alone who is named after one. Did I mention John is licensed with the State of Florida to trap and remove nuisance alligators or other large dangerous reptiles to return them to the wild? 

In those days John liked to hitchhike. He was neatly dressed and had more than adequate funds and/or identification with him when the police arrested him. 

The only thing that might be considered a weapon on his person at the time of the arrest was a Swiss Army knife and a hard nylon dog bone with his keys on it...the first of his assailants was knocked unconscious with it. 

When Danny found out about the hard nylon dog bone, he borrowed the idea and started carrying one. 

To complicate things, John's mother died while all this was going on. John could make the court date or take the bus home to attend the funeral, choosing the later since the prosecuting attorney, the judge's poker buddy refused to change the court date, incensed that John was able to make bail to begin with. 

Danny and Duke captured John a bus station's men's room after dropping off a jumper to the Sheriff's lockup that morning and then checking in with their bondsman to collect their fee. John surrendered peaceably after a brief but violent struggle with Danny; Danny dislocated John's arm. 

Danny received a badly bruised instep from the brief struggle and a broken nose where John smashed it with the back of his head; hence the bump on his nose where it didn't heal properly. 

They kid each other about their injuries now and jokingly talk about a rematch, head to head no holds barred. 

After Duke put John's arm back in place, John then gave them his side of the story. Duke called in a favor and did some checking. 

As the senior partner having the final say and against Danny's better judgment, they drove John to the funeral allowing him to be with his family for the day unshackled on his word of honor to return with them peaceably in shackles. 

John could have easily slipped away and disappeared into the swamps never to be found, however he kept his word.

After our tour, John invited us to his home and we sat outside under a large oilskin canopy that is used for the porches roof. He served us cold and refreshing fresh squeezed juice from his small grove of orange and pink grapefruit trees. 

For dinner we had hotdogs on sticks roasted over a wood fire in a brick fire pit. We had canned pork and beans right out of the can from the fire. 

John poked two small holes in the cans with his Swiss Army knife to keep them from bursting as they heated up like little pressure cookers. 

While the beans were heating, John fried up onions and garlic with mixed hot and sweet peppers in a cast iron frying pan over the wood fire and they had a wonderful smoky taste.

When the beans were done, John opened my can and poured them into a bowl were I mixed in cut up hotdogs with the smoky fried onions and peppers; the beans were delicious. 

He and Danny ate theirs right out of the can with a spoon mixing in the peppers and onions and ate their hotdogs off the stick; we had toasted marshmallows for dessert....what fun. 

I should mention that John lives in a small neat and tidy two bedroom house with a large semi-enclosed front porch that was originally his deceased mother's. It is located out in the middle of nowhere next to an inland canal that leads to the Everglades and open water. 

His home is constructed primarily of insect resistant cedar wood split into boards from logs taken from the plentiful cedar trees on the property and was originally built by his grandfather; his mother's father.

He keeps a Remington 720 bolt action rifle loaded chambered in 30-06 with 180 grain soft points near him when he's outside just in case of alligators and we saw some huge ones on our tour. 

His homestead is simple and unpretentious as are his needs because John pretty much lives off the land, hunting and fishing; particularly alligators in season, and he is a master carpenter by trade; alligators are a hobby and sideline. 

John's kitchen is simple and austere; a sink of course and the usual kitchen cabinets and counters; a small drop leaf table with two chairs; a refrigerator, a chest freezer where there was once a stove and a microwave oven; the brick barbeque pit is his year round outdoor kitchen weather permitting. 

There is a small window air conditioner in his bedroom while the rest of the house is furnished as minimalist as his kitchen. Not that John is poor man mind you; he's not a material man and prefers to be outdoors most of the time. 

That night I was privileged to learn what an amazing public speaker he is and was spell bound while it lasted. He built up the fire in the fire pit until the flames were leaping high and kept it well stoked.




Jelly Bean and Her Bail Bondsman Ch. 04



Using the fire pit as his backdrop, Holata had our undivided attention as he regaled us with the history and legends of the Seminoles. We learned of the different tribes and peoples that intermingled to be known as the Seminole, the "unconquered people" and he sang for us; first in English and next in the native tongue in a rich tenor voice. 

I fell asleep in the Jeep on the way to our hotel dreaming that Danny and I magically stepped back into the past to attend a feast as honored guests of Osceola and Abiaka. With all the activity and fresh air, this was also the second time I fell asleep in bed waiting for my lover to join me. 

Danny was wide awake and in his serious business mode. He was up for a couple of hours going over the case and its complexities so he was ready to meet with the seller's attorney in the morning. 

I was aware how much Danny was looking forward to seeing Duke again. Since the old judge died, Duke is the last of Danny's old friends. He hadn't seen his ex-partner in six years although they talk occasionally on the telephone...........

We met one hour early in the opposing attorney's parking lot and I was not surprised that Duke's appearance hadn't changed at all since I last saw him. At five foot five and weighing about 150lbs, Duke is anything but imposing until he gets serious or angry......and then watch out! 

Dressed in a blue suit, Duke looks like an accountant or bookkeeper and always uses average to blend in. Duke allows people to underestimate him too their disadvantage.

He did something out of character.....something he never did before after we shook hands Duke hugged me....what the heck.... I hugged him back. 

"Although I've never told you, I'm proud of you, and proud to have had you as a partner, Dan, just don't let it go to your head; what's rule number three?" 

"Rule number three; duct tape is your friend," I replied smiling and stepping back while taking a new roll of duck tape out of my pocket and handing it to him, "although, rule number nineteen is the most important rule of all and the best thing that ever happened to me to pave the way for all the good things that followed."

"What are you talking about, Dan, there are only five rules?"

"I was nineteen and woke up with a splitting headache on my way to Oklahoma when I first learned about rule number three. You took me under your wing and taught me the right way of doing things when you beat that darn dictionary over my head; twenty new words a day. You are like a father to me, Duke, so how about another hug?"

"Don't spoil things after six years by getting mushy with me," he said clearing his throat and pretending to cough, I'm paying you to be a hard nose. 

I don't want you distracted with touchy feely and getting all weak kneed before the negotiations start; what hourly rate does a big shot lawyer like you charge." 

"Hells bells, for a miserable old curmudgeon like you, nothing; I told you on the phone your money is no good."

"Watch your language in front of a lady, boy, we'll discuss it later," and turning to Anita and smiling, Duke said, "You must be, Anita, congratulations on your engagement and upcoming wedding," he held out his hand and shook Anita's gently, "I must say, you do have a striking resemblance to Audrey Hepburn."

"Did grumpy bear tell you that?" What else did he tell you about me?" She asked, giving me the "I got you look".

"Grump bear?" Duke said, giving me a sideline look while raising and eyebrow, a sign of surprise from the original poker face when he wants to be. "

The fact that Dan allows you call to him grumpy bear confirms to me everything Dan told me about you must be true, Miss Jones, and all of it is good. 

Isn't that right, grumpy bear?" and he slapped me hard on the back.

"Thank you and congratulations to you too, Mr. Marion. I'm looking forward to meeting your fiancé. I assume Miss McCarthy will be meeting us here?" 

"Good manners, too, but Duke will do. Sarah will be here shortly. She insisted on bringing fresh coffee and you should taste her fresh baked croissants. You must when she gets here; speaking of which............"

Duke looked as Danny described him except for the tall light gray ten gallon Stetson Duke wore in their bounty hunting days which was Duke's trademark. 

Duke is an ardent admirer of Elmer Keith, a legend that many knowledgeable handgun enthusiasts refer to as the father of the 44 magnum handgun round developed from his heavy 44 special loads. 

Danny chose the 44 special as a defensive caliber for me, although I practice weekly with Danny shooting a neat little Smith & Wesson 22 rimfire Kit Gun revolver to keep my shooting skills in tune.

There is still that ever present quiet authority; just as Danny described; and when the two men hugged; genuine love and affection. 

Sarah McCarthy is nothing like I expected. She is a generously proportioned, large bosomed, strawberry blonde woman with a precise chin length blunt cut bob haircut. 

Sarah is at least 4 inches taller and 40 pounds heavier than her fiancé; a marked contrast to Duke's compact and whipcord thin physique. They are five years apart in age with Duke being the older of the two.

Sarah was wearing a plain and modest dark brown dress for the meeting with the attorneys and the only jewelry I could see was her diamond engagement ring and a small gold cross on a fine chain. 

Sarah is as outgoing and very polite; she is also light on her feet for such a substantial woman; while Duke is slow moving and quietly reserved and very active in her church. 

It's obvious that Duke absolutely adores Sarah for his face softened markedly when the introductions were made. 

The croissants where light, buttery and delicious; Regardless, I took and instant liking to Sarah and her to me. We not only shook hands, but Sarah hugged me as if we were friends for years. 

The final outcome of the meeting with the attorney; Duke and Sarah agreed to pay an additional ten thousand to satisfy the final upcoming balloon payment of a private mortgage held by the original owner. 

This will allow them to have clear title to the property. 

In consideration for the said ten thousand, the seller will buy out the current tenant's lease, and or evict them if necessary. 

Another consideration is they also own and may continue to use the well known and established name of their new business "Lighthouse Books'. There was more to the case that were ironed out, however both sides left the table satisfied.

On a personal note, Duke asked Danny to be his best man for their upcoming spring wedding in May; I will be a bridesmaid, Sarah insisted. Danny asked Duke to be his when our time comes. 

To celebrate everything the four of us had a lovely dinner at fine steak house. Mine was a thick medium rare porter house, although Danny ate most of it. They promised to join us at the beach for a midnight dance and to meet my Aunt Joyce and Uncle Bart............

I had a wonderful time seeing my old partner and was very happy for him. We hugged briefly before I left. Sarah and Anita seemed to hit it off and I've never seen Duke as happy. 

Anita couldn't sit still on the way back to the hotel and kept looking at me and smiling. She was acting like the first day she rode in the Corvette when we left the restaurant for her job orientation; my jelly bean was gathering her courage to kiss me...which she didn't. 

Out of the blue my Anita said, "Danny, pull over up ahead and follow the access road between the power poles," Anita turned around to see if there were any vehicles behind us. 

I stopped 300 yards in and I put the Jeep into four wheel drive to enter a gap I saw between the palmetto bushes into an open spot completely out of sight of the road. 

"I want you to talk dirty to me. Do you want me to suck on your cock?" Anita asked, knowing that I did. 

My spicy little tough little girly-girl put her hand on my erection to feel my manhood straining against my suit pants. 

"Do I have to talk dirty?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Are you going to talk dirty, baby?"

"No of course not; I'm a Palmer woman....well maybe just a little bit, when we fuck."

"What do you want me to say," I asked.

"First, I want you to call me your bitch," Anita said, covering her mouth to hide a smile....after a few seconds of getting her composure....."I want to be your bitch."

"Fine, my love, however we are going to do this the right way so don't be shocked. Do you trust me?"

"Yes, Danny."

"I want you to suck on my cock, bitch;" I said gruffly, "let's put that saucy mouth of yours too some good use." 

"Yes, Sir," she replied, meekly.

"Don't talk back to me, slut," and I cuffed Anita head lightly, "I don't want to hear another sound come out of your cock sucking mouth except moaning panting or sucking....got it?"

Anita nodded, looking down."

"Good, now take off your panties and hand them to me so I can smell and feel the moistness against my cheek, thinking, 'my little jelly is incredible. I you love more than all the stars in the sky, Anita.' 

"I can smell your sex, bitch; your cunt is wet and willing to be fucked?" I took her hair out of her bun to stroke her ponytail." 

You're my fucking slut and my property. Just remember; if you are a good little cocksucker I will reward you with a good hard fucking."

"Who are you?" I asked, taking her face in my hand between my thumb and for finger, "answer me!"

"I'm your fucking slut bitch, Sir."

"And don't you forget it," I opened the driver's door and we switched sides. Anita lay down on her stomach the long way across the driver's seat with her feet hanging out the driver's door. 

I got comfortable by leaning up against the passenger door and waited for my jelly bean to start as she pulled my zipper down and pulled my hard cock out giving it a little lick, followed by a kiss.

Anita started by kissing and licking my stomach, working her way towards my cock. It was standing at attention for her patiently waiting to be licked and sucked. 

Anita started licking the base of my cock and then moved to the tip, rolling her tongue around it, "that's it you saucy little slut bitch; that's how to respect a hard cock." 

Anita continued to lick and suck while I took her hair completely down. I buried my hands in to her long thick auburn brown hair, as she took my cock deeper into her mouth.

"Very good, bitch!" I praised wrapping my hand in her hair to pull her head away, "Give me a fucking kiss you little slut.........................."

'Oh my, god," I was thinking as Danny thrust his tongue into my mouth, his hand pulling my hair, pushing my lips against his to keep me there, 'I absolutely adore being his fucking cock sucking bitch,' was my thought, as our tongues caressed with minds of their own. 

When he let me go back to licking and sucking, I teased him; bringing him to the brink of sweet release and then backing off. I did this several times until he growled, "Enough, bitch" Danny took control of me by my hair, setting the cadence. 

"Enough teasing; bitch, lick and suck and you will swallow it all," and I did as he controlled my mouth and tongue with my long hair. 

Danny's breathing increased, becoming deep steady breathes and he was making a low noise in his throat, a low deep primal growl that turns me on so much. He hiked up my dress and gave my ass a couple of sharp slaps, making me all the more aroused.

I was squeezing my legs together, pushing my pussy against the Jeeps seat, trying to stimulate myself. I wanted to come so bad.

I tried sticking my hand between my legs to rub my swollen clitoris but Danny grabbed it preventing me, growling, "None of that bitch, I decide when you come! Keep on sucking you cunt."

I looked up at him smiling; Danny was really getting into it as was I; I squeezed my legs together and sucked and licked harder, knowing when his orgasm came to pump his rich and creamy semen into my mouth to swallow, mine orgasm would be close behind it. 

And it was, because my orgasm burned through me as I was swallowing his seed. My little game; and apparently a shared fantasy seemed to arouse Danny as much as it did me. What power I have over my man if I use it wisely and lovingly. 

Aunt Joyce confined in me during one of our ladies nights when we do our nails that she likes it hard and rough, stating; "Most men, including husbands who are gentle and thoughtful most of the time are willing to accommodate their women with this aspect of shared sexuality.....especially with the right coaxing because having a submissive woman is a fantasy with most men."

Danny was still hard and aroused, "Out of the Jeep, bitch," he demanded, "I have a promise to keep."

We both got out and Danny pulled up my dress and dropped his pants, making me bend over and lay across the passenger seat.

Danny started playing my with my still wet pussy with his fingers arousing me all over again "Tell me who you are."

"I'm your horny, bitch, Sir."

"Do you want me to fuck your cunt?"

"Yes, please, Sir," and without further comment, Danny impaled me slowly with his hard cock, making me moan with pleasure," 'my fiancé......my fiancé,' I was thinking, 'I'm your bitch....yes fuck me fast and hard, I'm your bitch.'

Danny continued, fucking me harder and faster until I had to brace my hands against the dash and steering column

We became lost in the moment focused only on our own pleasure and I could feel his cock convulse as he pumped his thick hot seed into my cunt, making me shudder with pleasure as my orgasm overtook burned through me.

He left me limp across the Jeeps seat, almost too weak to move while he dressed. I eventually got up, perhaps a few minutes after he was dressed.

"Where are my panties?" I asked as I smoothed my dress down.

"Brush your hair and leave it down," he said quietly, handing me my hairbrush.

As I was brushing it I asked again, "where are my panties?"

"You're my bitch, remember? I have them in my pocket for now."

"When will I be getting them back?"

"You'll get them back when I say so."

"Danny."

"Anita," he replied, "come here, baby, let me brush it for you. With all the heat we just created, we need to cool off with an ice cream cone."

As he finished, "You are beautiful my love. Will you allow me a kiss, please?" 

I turned and put my arms around his neck and kissed his lips long and deep, as he held me in his arms gently and tenderly. He was my sweet and patient Danny again and I was his little jelly bean. 

"May I have them back, please?" and I kissed his lips again. 

"When we finish dancing, jelly bean."

"What about the ice cream?"

"First the ice cream, then we change out of these sweaty clothes and shower together."

"And then what? I asked, messing up his sweaty hair. 

"We are going dancing........"

It was raining hard by the time we got back to our room; a brief deluge. By the time we finished our shower and changed into fresh clothes, the rain had stopped leaving the hotel beach deserted except for a man walking his dogs.

Danny and I danced barefoot for and hour in the wet sand to the sounds of the sea that evening before bedtime.

This was our last night alone until my Aunt and Uncle arrived. Mom sent me a text message when we were dancing. They were leaving early and we could expect them tomorrow in the early afternoon. Mom and Dad also sent us their love. 

We made slow and tender love that evening facing one another followed by many more gentle hugs and kisses until we fell asleep in each other's arms.....

We spent most of the next morning working out in the hotel gym. I did my usual stretching followed by aerobics; next the treadmill followed by light free weights while Danny was working out on the weight machine. 

I left Danny there to shower, leaving my wet hair loose to air dry after put on a new light green summer dress for him.

I returned to the gym to find Danny, his hands a blur, pummeling on the heavy bag intensely concentrating on converting the sand into micro dust. 

Danny was stripped down to his gym shorts and sneakers and his bare chest dripping with perspiration; the wetness making the muscles on his arms, legs, washboard stomach and barrel chest stand out all the more. 

My love had an audience....to be specific, two rather attractive ladies with nice figures who appeared to be in their late thirties to early forties peddling their exercise bicycles. From the conversation I surmised they were good friends. 

You should have heard the sexual comments they made about Danny; particularly the redhead with the short curly hair. 

I sat behind them and listened knowing that my grumpy bear's heart is mine and mine alone. 

Finally with a plan in mind, I walked up next to them, "Hello, ladies, I'm Anita. Do you know who he is?" I asked, taking a sip from my water bottle, "the man is so incredibly built; why he's simply scrumptious." 

"No but we'd like too," the other lady with the shoulder length black hair replied, "If you know what I mean. I don't see a ring on the hunks finger; I wonder if he does private parties."

"Do you want me to ask him?" And I walked over to Danny not waiting for a reply while saying loud enough for them to hear, "Excuse me," my back was to them so I winked at him, "Are you a male stripper?"

Danny glanced at the women, catching on, "Why yes, how did you know that," and he took his towel and wiped his face with it. "I'm also a registered masseuse". 

"How much do you charge for private parties?"

"How many people will be attending?"

"My two new friends and I," I replied trying not to smile.

"How does thirty dollars each sound? I'm really new at this."

"May I test out the merchandise first? How about a free taste?" I asked, running my index finger down his chest and then tasting it, pleased at my performance. 

Danny told me afterward that while I was talking they stopped pedaling and the redhead was fumbling with her wrist wallet and dropped her money on the floor. 

"Yes of course; the customer is always right; we'll use your room and then you can decide if you want to hire me for your party." 

You could hear a pin drop as we walked out together, arm in arm.........

Joyce and Bart arrived around four in the afternoon. After Joyce hugged me and kissed my cheek, she greeted Anita and they went inside to register them.

"Welcome to Florida, Bart," and we shook hands, "Let me give you a hand with your luggage and I'll show you to your room."

"Thanks Dan; good to see you, but when do we eat?"

"Well what do you have a taste for?" I asked as we walked into the lobby carrying the luggage. 

"I'm thinking lobsters. Did you and Anita find any good seafood joints?"

"As a matter of fact we did."

"Good, your treat; better yet, my treat."

"I'm ready for a nap, my love," he said to Joyce, "and then we're taking the kids out to dinner........"

The one thing I'll say for Bart, he doesn't have short arms and isn't afraid to reach into his pockets spend money on his dinner guests. 

For the first time in my life I actually had my fill of lobster; we all did; what a feast. After dinner the ladies went to my room and talked. Bart and I looked over the maps in his to plan our day. I already had a boat rented for us at a local Marina.

We all turned in earl to get some sleep. Tomorrow we were getting up bright and early.

Anita and I spent a pleasant and laid back day on the rented boat with Joyce and Bart. We swam and lounged around; we snacked. I'm not surprised they are more than familiar with a mask, fins and snorkel; they brought their own from home. 

We showed them a sheltered beach we discovered along the coast inaccessible from the road. While Bart and I just chewed the fat and told dirty jokes, the ladies collected sea shells walking the beach or diving in the shallows. 




Jelly Bean and Her Bail Bondsman Ch. 04



Much to their delight they found a pristine conch and many nice cockle shells; they found calico scallop, true tulip, whelk and Scotch bonnet shells; they found olive shells; they found a nice triton's trumpet. 

Their greatest find was a lion's paw shell which rarely washes ashore, although it does turn up occasionally in fisherman's nets.

My beautiful Anita is so smart. While Joyce knew most of the common names for each shell, my jelly bean knows the names and/or variations of each plus the genus in Latin. 

It did my heart good to see the women return with their buckets full of shells as if the buckets were full of pirate treasure. 

It was around eight in the evening when we returned to our rooms. Bart and Anita decided to nap before our midnight couples dance on the hotel beach. 

However I was hungry as was Joyce. We decided to meet in the bar/restaurant in twenty minutes after we changed for a bite to eat and let our better halves nap. We would join them later and then nap until almost midnight. 

I was walking through the lobby on my way to meet Joyce when I heard a voice behind me whisper, "Dan, I'm over here." 

I almost didn't recognize the striking redhead in the form fitting green knit dress waiting in the alcove to the restaurant. 

It was her voice that gave Joyce away despite the sexy and expensive curly shoulder length wig she was wearing or the sultry, almost exotic way she was wearing her makeup.

If I didn't know it was a wig, I would mistake it for real hair, "What can I do for you, gorgeous and excuse me for saying so, but you're one hot looking babe" 

"Dan, there is no time for teasing; Susan Douglas is here and now's your chance to tell her off once and for all." 

"May I pay you a compliment first?" I asked feeling the curls of the wig, definitely real human hair. 

"Yes, but we must hurry before she leaves. My cousin Thelma left a text message on my cell-phone. The tramp is living in their condominium. I want to be there when you tell her because I despise what she did to you."

"You look very sex in the dress. Actually the whole package is nice and I like the hair."

"Thank you," she replied taking my arm, "Let's walk while we talk. Bart likes variety and I have several wigs to spice things up. If I weren't married and met you before Anita, I just might; but back to business. 

"Does Mary wear wigs?" I asked.

Never mind that now; I'm dressed incognito so as not to tip Susan off. You as an attorney should know it's best to have a witness on your side just in case, so here's the plan....." 

I casually strolled into the restaurant before Dan as planned to find the despicable woman sitting up all nice and cozy with her toy boy....wow! Talk about a walking stereotype for a fun in the sun male gigolo. 

Susan's toy boy, and that was obvious from first glance is younger than Dan. He has curly shoulder length hair processed with dye to look sun bleached. 

Eric is tall, thin, tanned and handsome. He proved by his demeanor to be as shallow as a dinner plate, although it was evident he worked out in the gym. 

I also observed Eric constantly glanced at himself in the bar mirror....vanity must be Eric's middle name.....still, he's too good for the tramp. 

Eric was wearing a fashionably tight red satin shirt with most of the buttons unbuttoned down to his navel to show off his numerous gold chains. He was also wearing tight white Capri pants and brown woven loafers without socks. Susan was wearing a sleeveless leopard print sun dress. 

Up until then I had no idea such things as leopard skin print sun dresses existed; apparently the mother of the groom does. The tramp also had on enough gold jewelry to put an Aztec Princess to shame. 

Susan was trying to placate the obviously bored Eric by running her fingers through his curls and telling him just another half-hour or something like that. Surfer boy was actually pouting like a spoiled child. 

I contrasted the two men as Dan confidently walked into the restaurant. Dan's thick black hair, styled in a businessman's cut was a bit is worn a bit longish for Anita, and neatly combed back as always. 

He was wearing dark grey wool trousers and polished black brogues. He was wearing an honest white cotton dress shirt with the sleeves partially rolled up. Only the top button was unbuttoned 

Dan was devoid of all jewelry not counting the antique Elgin pocket watch Anita gave him. My future nephew is naturally masculine in his uncluttered, unpretentious sense style. 

Many discerning women find such a look in a man sexy as hell, but then I'm prejudice as far as Dan is concerned; we have an understanding and I trust him like family. 

"Good evening, Susan," Dan said quietly walking up next to her but not sitting down. He put a fifty dollar bill on the bar and ordered a club soda with a twist of lime. 

"My, aren't you the persistent one. How did you know I was staying at my condominium in, Daniel? Did you hear through the grapevine I'm filing for divorce?" 

"Who's this guy?" Eric asked looking Dan over and frowning," is he the reason we've been here so long?"

"Actually no, I had no idea he was in Florida," Susan replied, "but what a pleasant surprise." 

"Daniel Skinner," Dan replied holding out his hand for Eric to shake.

"Yeah, whatever, dude," Eric replied not taking his hand.

"Eric is my escort and bodyguard for the evening, Daniel. He tends to be abrupt and standoffish with people he doesn't know; his hands are registered deadly weapons." 

"So, you're a bodyguard. That sounds like an exciting and dangerous profession. I can assure you I won't cause any trouble. "

"Yeah, damn straight it's dangerous," Eric replied, trying to look intimidating, oblivious to the fact Dan was mocking him, "But on the plus side I break heads and I get paid for it!"

"I'll leave such matters to the experts," Dan replied, gravely, "Susan can vouch for me; I was a guest at the wedding. May I buy you a drink, Eric? You strike me as a man who knows his way around. Perhaps you can tell me where the action spots are in Fort Lauderdale." 

"Yeah, sure, why not, thanks" Eric said smiling at the compliment and they shook hands, "Let me tell you about......"

Dan patiently listened to Eric, feeding him questions so he would brag about his prowess and exploits. After about forty minutes the tramp sent Eric back to her condominium with a sultry suggestion followed by a promise. 

Some obnoxious jerk tried to hit one me. I told him I was an undercover vice cop to scare him off. Danny noticed and smiled. Susan thought he was smiling at her. 

Because of the jerk, I didn't catch all the words but her body language transcended all spoken languages. 

"Well, now that Eric is finally gone," Dan announced, "bartender, please bring the lady your best 30 year aged single malt Scotch over ice and make it a triple to celebrate the grapevine." 

The bartender did, refilling Dan's club soda and adding another twist of lime. He served Susan's in the traditional heavy short and thick low ball glass. Susan got off of her barstool and stood as close as possible to Dan, leaning forward to smell his cologne. 

They raised their glasses, "A toast to the grapevine," Dan offered; "a toast to the grapevine," Susan repeated taking a sip of her Scotch, "and a toast to liberation." 

"A toast to liberation," Dan agreed, taking a sip of club soda, and then asking, "what or who is being liberated?"

"I'm being liberated; I'm taking my limp dick husband to the cleaners," Susan replied, laughing. 

"You know Susan, as we stand here together, I'm feeling liberated too."

"Another toast to liberation," Susan said, and they both took a sip," I've never asked, just what is it you do, handsome?"

"I'm an attorney. My arrival in Fort Lauderdale is twofold. 

I recently adjudicated a very difficult real estate transaction for a client and now...." 

"You handled Eric well, Daniel, although he's not much in the conversation or brains department, he's a party animal and satisfies those tastes for me along with other needs; nightclubbing for example. 

You on the other hand impress me as a man who knows exactly what he wants. It's obvious you are an educated man of sophisticated tastes. The young woman you were with at the wedding is absolutely stunning by the way." 

"Yes, she is," Dan replied, "My fiancé is that and more; did you know Anita is a member of Mensa?" 

"How charming, but getting back to us; it's also obvious you like to play the field and enjoy variety as do I. 

Monogamy is for dull unimaginative drones and life is short; don't you agree?"....Dan didn't answer and Susan continued taking for granted that he did agreed. 

"I don't believe in coincidence so I'll assume I've made an impression on you. Let's cut to the chase. I'm available and I'm discrete. I can show you a good time and I'll soon be a very wealthy woman." 

"You've made an indelible lasting impression on me, Susan, please be assured of that fact," and as Dan said this I moved closer until one empty bar stool was between us; the women's eyes never left Dan after the toy boy left. 

"What a charming compliment. Let me pay you one. It's obvious that you come from a good family. No doubt your parents are professional people; your education and breeding shows. You made an impression on me the moment we met." 

'Boy did she just leave herself wide open and step in it,' I was thinking....'any time Dan, now's your chance....tell her what you think of her....lower the boom on the tramp! Don't hold anything back!'

"Do you believe in irrevocable fate, Susan, or does a higher power such as God direct our lives?" 

"What are you talking about, Daniel," she said moving closer and putting her hand suggestively on his crotch and alarmed I was thinking, 'Dan, what are you doing! Follow the plan.'

Dan gently and effortlessly picked her up and put Susan on her barstool surprising her and me. 

"Good things always will come to those who wait. Please hear me out, Susan."

"Anything you say counselor," Susan said picking up her drink and taking a sip, "give me your summation and then I'll sentence you to an evening you'll never forget."

"I've thought about it for a long time, Susan.....At first I couldn't fathom why you turned your back on me when I was eight years old. I simply didn't understand. What did I do wrong? As a result I hardened my heart. I thought unkindly of you for years. 

I walked alone and I was content. I saw only one set of footprints in the sand. Anita came into my life with the sunshine of her smile and her laughter of little silver Christmas bells. She makes me complete. 

I understand you now Susan and I forgive you. I genuinely wish you well and the best of health and happiness. I forgive you in part because I'm inspired by the love of a woman." 

Dan took the well worn picture from his wallet when he was eight years old with his dog, Patsy. He handed it to Susan and she looked at it, confused momentarily. Then without further comment, Dan turned and walked away. 

The once pleasant continence of the tramp's face went through a metamorphosis of changes and contortions mirroring her thoughts as Dan's identity became apparent to her; shock, shame, anger and embarrassment to name a few. 

As a leopard can't change its spots; Susan's arrogant, selfish and grasping self bubbled to the surface with fetid frustrated meanness when she spewed, "You...you... don't you dare walk away from me. 

I know who and what you are, you motherless bastard....shove your forgiveness up your ass because nobody wants you. 

Yah, that's right looser keep walking. You'll always be a bastard. I'll fix you good. I'm going to tell your fiancé and her family exactly what you are and then I'm going to ruin you! 

If you're really a lawyer, I'll have you disbarred!" 

That despicable woman gulped down her drink and threw the heavy bar glass hitting Dan in the back. 

Dan continued walking giving Susan no reaction or acknowledgement which enraged the tramp all the more. 

Susan was shaken to the core by the revelation, forgiveness forgotten because she was made the fool. She shoved the photo into her purse and fumbled inside trying to get her cigarettes out, dropping the pack on the floor as she left the restaurant. 

I followed Susan into the Ladies Room where she went right to a toilet stall closing the door behind her to smoke a cigarette. 

I have to admire Dan for forgiving her; Marvin certainly will be pleased, however I can't forgive Susan that easily. Mary and Anita told me the whole story. 

Mary might not approve of what I was going to do; however Dan deserved that photo back. I will deal with my older sister when the time comes and accept my admonishment as is the custom of us Palmer women. I will assume Mary's mantle in time, as will Anita. 

I waited until Susan came out. At first, I intended to punch her in the face; however I needed a reason. Perhaps she would swing at me. 

I snatched the purse out of her hand and removed the photo putting it in my bra between my breasts. I threw her purse over top of the toilet stall on the far right hearing a satisfying "SPLASH". "Who the hell are...?" and I slapped her face hard, not letting her finish her sentence.

"You don't deserve this photo of a dear sweet little boy," and I slapped her face twice more, stepping back to see if the tramp would swing at me; 'Just give me an excuse to punch your face, tramp,' I thought.....she didn't swing but cowered instead. 

"Dan genuinely forgives you, although only God knows why. How dare you throw a glass at him! He meant every word," and I slapped her face again. 

"You don't understand," she cried putting up her hands, I....." 

"I understand everything so shut your mouth." I advanced towards her with my hands clenched in fists. 

I backed the tramp into the stall where Susan tripped, falling between the toilet and the wall. I heard another satisfying splash when Susan's arm slid into the toilet bowl as she caught herself to avoid hitting her head. 

"You're pathetic. Your husband is well rid of you," and with that I turned and walked out intending to go to my room, hesitating in the lobby with second thoughts and a premonition. 

I walked down to the beach to find Dan standing at the water's edge looking into the horizon and the almost full moon illuminating the waves as it lapped gently on the sand and I put my hand on his shoulder. 

"It's over, Joyce," said Dan turning to face me, "a new chapter in my life is being written. There is something to be said for forgiveness and the ensuing peace of the soul; despite it not being accepted by the one who is forgiven. It's out of my hands now."

"I have something for you," I offered reaching into my bra and giving him the picture, "Susan doesn't deserve it."

"Joyce, what did you do to her?" He asked grinning, "Come clean with me."

When I told everything......"You bitch slapped her," said Dan, chuckling, "I would have never guessed you, a Palmer woman, would be familiar with the slang term "bitch slap. Thank you for the picture back though."

"Well, it's not like I was cursing or using foul language and you're welcome," I said relieved Dan was taking it so well. 

Despite the fact I was worried more trouble might become of it and adding, "Susan did come clean in a sense...well at least her purse did," I joked adjusting his collar, "You'll let me tell Mary in my own way?"

"I won't say a word to anybody, Joyce. Hopefully everything will die down and that will be the end of it." 

"I should be getting back to my husband and you, Anita, besides we can both use a nap........." I stripped down to my boxers and got in bed next to my jelly bean. Anita rolled over sleepily and touched my face, "How was your dinner date?" she asked snuggling up close to me.

"My dinner date with your Aunt went fine, baby."

"I was dreaming we were making love on the beach with the stars as our witness," Anita said, running her fingers through my hair, "I'm still a tiny bit horny from it."

"Do you want to make love now?" I asked. 

"Love too," Anita said kissing my lips, "and then we'll go dancing on the sand."

"Lie on your back and get comfortable, baby, first yours and then mine."

I got comfortable and waited for his warm kisses as he kissed his way down to my plump wet pussy. "I'm going to taste you first, taste your pussy and drink the sweet cream of your arousal. There is nothing I like more than the taste of a woman, and you are my woman; spread your legs for me Anita." 

Danny parted the lips of my pussy and started licking, and oh my god this was nirvana. I woke up from a little nap dreaming of making love and now I was doing it.

I touched myself, enjoying the silky smoothness of my denuded mound, one hand caressing and rubbing my mound, the other Danny's thick black hair noting the contrasts. Yes this definitely is where hair belongs, not here, hiding my glorious womanhood. 

I lay back closing my eyes, inviting the incursion of my lover's tongue as he teased and tantalized, pausing to taste and savor the succulent cream of his woman...his woman...Danny's fiancé'. 

At first his tongue was like a warm pink butterfly fluttering about and fanning my desire with his wings, further rousing my imagination as he thrust it in-and- out, side-to-side. His tongue was inflaming my arousal in ways only a woman in love can experience. 

Sensing my urgent need as the heat of my smoldering orgasm was rising, Danny's tongue became a stalwart and stout, darting, feigning and pummeling my clitoris as he stroked and caressed my breasts and nipples with one of his warm strong hands.

Danny's pink tongue was savage and remorseless; conquering and resolute in the unrelenting purpose of my pleasure releasing the rising heat from stoked flames of euphoric rapture as my volcanic orgasm erupted and overwhelmed and overtook every molecule of my being.

Danny had me moaning and panting, squirming and thrashing; my hands were in my long brown hair as I thrust my hips upward to push my dripping wet pussy into his face for his tongue and lips to ravish me. 

He had to shift his hands to hold me from sliding off the bed such was my abandon as I surrendered to him; surrendered to the throes euphoric passion to my future husband....it was an unrelenting burning passion because he is mine; heart and soul. 

Afterward, I lay back drained and limp lying diagonally across the bed with my head almost hanging over the edge of the bed with my hair hanging over the bed and wishing it was long enough to touch the floor like Mom's or Joyce's definitely will; I momentary thought about my impulsive short boy's haircut; lamenting that foolish mistake. 

Aunt Joyce says a woman's long hair when unbound and loose is often referred to as "bedroom hair'' and a delight to the hands and eyes of their man.

Danny moved me back to the center of the bed and had me get on my hands and knees to do it doggy style and entered me roughly from behind, pausing only to grab my long brown hair and twist it into a ponytail to hold onto while he fucked me. I braced my arms against the bed anticipating what would follow.....the pulling of my hair arousing me all the more. 

He started ramming my still wet pussy with his hard cock relentlessly and forcibly, increasing his cadence and forcefulness of his stroke as his orgasm started to peak. 

I adore being fucked hard and rough like this....actually I adore getting fucked period and oral sex... well oral sex is Nirvana. 

I was practically screaming as I encouraged him, "Fuck me harder.... fuck me harder", as my second orgasm washed over me; I use words like "fuck" only to express myself when we love because they are so primal and animalistic....besides, sometimes I just can't help myself when my glorious orgasms wash over me....and...I'm his bitch. 




Jelly Bean and Her Bail Bondsman Ch. 04



Danny growled deep in his throat making me shiver with pleasure at the sound when he achieved orgasm, pumping his hot rich creamy seed into my welcoming cunt and groaning contentedly when it was over, rolling off to lie on his back and leaving me there still on my hands and knees thinking, 'You're such a wild animal, sometimes, grumpy bear and I'm your she bear growl snarl growl and that made me smile. 

I was now well rested and not sleepy at all, looking forward to introducing Duke and Sarah to my aunt and uncle. 

I wanted a shower and wanted Danny to shower with me so I got out of bed and pinned up my hair to keep it from getting wet noticing my love was nodding off. 

I went into the bathroom and reached into the ice bucket to fill my hand with ice, perfect, and when I put them on his chest and rubbed vigorously, "Anita!" he exclaimed sitting up abruptly. 

"Do you want to take a shower with me?" I asked innocently.

"You've got the bed all wet," said Danny quickly pushing the ice onto the floor and glaring at me, "and you could have simply asked me." 

"No, just your side; I'm being playful. I'll meet you in the shower......" 

Danny got into the shower to stand in front of me adjusting the showerhead higher. He handed me the shampoo bottle and said, "Please," meaning he wanted me to shampoo his hair. I adore showering with him and I did invite him. 

"I don't want to get my hair wet," I said as I started lathering his hair and giving him a nice scalp massage before I rinsed out the lather.

I took Danny's bar of Kirk's Castile soap and lathered him well, another excuse for me to feel his barrel chest and lean ropey muscles, paying special attention to his manhood which was standing erect and hard for my pleasure. 

Danny adjusted the showerhead down and we switched places. He returned the favor lathering me well, especially my breasts and pussy. 

I closed my eyes enjoying my soapy body massage and my rinse, feeling the tepid water from the pulsating showerhead make my skin tingle......until....the water went ice cold giving me arctic goose-bumps with tingle being an understatement followed by shivering. 

"Danny!" I exclaimed laughing and shivering because I had this coming after the ice bucket episode.

"Anita!" Danny exclaimed, "I'm just being playful, baby."

He had me blocked in with his hand on the facet handle and there was no way I could turn it to get the water hotter. Fortunately the ice cold water was on briefly before it was tepid again. 

I turned to face him, putting my arms around his neck to kiss his warn lips long and deep, "I love you Danny."

"I love you to baby; shall we towel off since we both have playfulness out of our system."

"Wait," I said, kissing his lips again.

"What are we waiting for?"

I gave his hair a little tug and pinched Danny's naked butt, "OK it's all out of my system now....." 

I took my nap content and at peace while Anita started writing the stack of postcards she intended to mail to various family and friends.

We met Joyce and Bart in the lobby as planned. I was disappointed that Duke and Sarah couldn't make it; perhaps they had car trouble. 

The four of us walked out to the beach barefoot with our blanket and radio; Bart carrying a small cooler with four glasses inside and a bottle of white wine, chilling. 

Our ladies were wearing matching flouncy light yellow cotton dresses. Their long hair was pinned up in buns to tease us, knowing we would have it down and loose over their back and shoulders before the night was over; a simple yet erotic pleasure for our hands to enjoy; ah the joys of bedroom hair. 

We had just put our blanket down when we heard the faint rumble of glass-pack mufflers getting louder as five dune buggies with their headlights turned off approaching us from different directions in the attempt to surround us and keep us from leaving...........

To be continued in Chapter 5...