2 comments/ 14520 views/ 8 favorites Little Dove By: beagle9690 We had just returned home after spending a wonderful evening of dining & dancing with our friends Adam & Rose at the Gun Smoke. Laura loves to dance and although I am a good dancer as the result of her help it is my little dove that shines at this endeavor and makes me look better than I actually am. After a night of dancing Laura is shall we say... stimulated.....no make that romantically inclined because our lovemaking is quite special afterward and we often don't make it into the house. I was a little tired that day having returned from fishing trip with Adam and was looking forward to some sleep. I had just let Socrates in the back door and when I turned Laura put her arms around my neck and kissed my mouth. There was no doubt of what she wanted or that Laura wanted it now which is always my pleasure. She then got down on her knees and undid my belt and zipper while pulling my hard cock out to suck on. Laura is always a lady in public or with my friends and is a definite asset in my business dealings. Particularly in formal settings when I bring her along to mingle with some of the wealthy wives of business clients and/or friends. Maria has taught her well. Not only to survive but to excel in these situations. My little dove is always gracious and charming. Having her by my side has opened doors that until before remained closed to me. Laura started licking and sucking while squeezing my ass while pulling my pants down to my ankles for me to step out of which were followed by my boxer shorts. I leaned against the back door and removed the hairpins from her bun letting her long thick ponytail drop down her back to be stroked while she sucked on my rock hard cock. No woman does it like Laura. I have taught her my preferences while she has mastered her own techniques to drive me wild. Laura will tease the tip and the shaft of my cock with her little tongue while kissing and licking my balls, followed by licking and sucking simultaneously. She will deep throat me until the first taste of clear cum arrives. Then she will back off to licking lightly with her teasing little tongue to prolong my erection and pleasure. Laura is not shy on giving directions when I eat her out. I tease her as well to prolong and enhance her pleasure followed by her sweet orgasm. A man who is too lazy or unwilling to satisfy his woman is a poor man indeed and doesn't know what he is missing. As she continued licking and sucking Laura's ponytail didn't stand a chance. I removed the elastic band letting her hair spill loose and full like a chocolate waterfall. It flowed over her shoulders and back and then I watched her hair sway and swoosh from side-to-side as she sucked licked and sucked. I will take her long hair in my hands and use it to control the cadence as I push my cock in and out of her warm welcoming mouth. My hand will be buried in her soft silky hair when my cock explodes like a volcano shooting my thick rich hot cum into her mouth. Gobs and gobs of hot cum flowed into her mouth that she will swallow greedily knowing what would be coming next. I came grunting and moaning while pulling on her hair as my orgasm washed over me to be consumed by her lips and tongue. Laura will then stand for me to undress her but tonight will be different... I intend to spice things up a bit. As she stood to be undressed, instead of unbuttoning her blouse I grabbed the front and pulled hard to rip of the buttons loose. The initial shocked look on her face was precious. But then she returned my smile as I removed her blouse, bra and blue jeans, no need for shoes which both of us took off in the mud room. As for Laura's cotton panties....I ripped them down the seams making her smile as she stood naked and helpless before me. As I was removing my shirt I said "You can go with me quietly or...." I then picked her up and slung her over my right shoulder enjoying her long hair swaying and swooshing back and forth as it caressed by back and buttocks while I carried her upstairs to our bedroom. Once in the bedroom I dropped Laura onto the bed and then rolled her onto her back. I held her wrists above her head with my hands while straddling her with my revitalized cock which was poised to ravish her dripping pussy. "Are you going to be a good girl and cooperate, my love?" To which my little dove replied "Yes Sir". Holding onto her wrist I entered her with my rock hard cock which slid easily into her tight dripping pussy. I leaned forward seeking her luscious lips...how I enjoy kissing those luscious and sometimes pouting lips, anytime and anywhere. Our lips met and then our tongues, desperately seeking as they caressed and intertwined. I pounded her with my cock bringing her to the brink of orgasm. Letting go of her wrists I rolled her over onto her stomach and entered her sweet little pussy from behind while continuing to impale Laura with my shaft. I was holding back and trying to time my orgasm with hers. I could sense her orgasm starting to crest and I grabbed her hair and pulled it back like a horse's reins as I rammed her even more violently. Laura was bucking and moaning "fuck me harder.....pull my hair...fuck me harder... pull my hair...pull my hair" and she was practically screaming as her orgasm washed over her which was followed by mine as I pumped my seed into her and it left me absolutely drained. I rolled off her, spent, and then Laura straddled me and held my wrists above my head with her little hands. My little dove leaned forward and kissed me and her long hair was now caressing and tickling my neck and face. She kissed me again and then lightly bit my bottom lip "You can be such an animal, David, and you need to one more often." Laura got up and went into the bathroom while I fixed the bed and whistled for Socrates. Socrates came out of the hallway where he was patiently waiting to take his spot on the Persian rug in front of our floor mirror. He turned in a circle a few times before lying down and closing his eyes, always letting out a big sigh, his nightly ritual. Laura came out of the bathroom and sat on the bed while I took my turn there. When I returned my little dove handed me her hairbrush and I brushed her beautiful long hair until it shone...our nightly ritual. Laura then put her hair into a side ponytail and then loosely braided it sliding the elastic hair tie to the bottom. We got into bed together as we do every night to cuddle. We often talk about the events of the day. Tonight we kept our thoughts to ourselves while silently proclaiming our love as we drifted off to sleep. My dreams were pleasant and vivid. I dreamed of how we met. Scenes of a dream within a dream drifted through my sleeping unconscious mind. I was a spectator to my past while narrating to myself; It was a wet evening in the spring and I was driving home after spending a pleasant day in town. I purchased an antique mirror from an estate sale that afternoon and I was able to secure it for a very modest price. The turn- out for the sale was poor because of a downpour of cold wind driven rain. That evening the wind had let up and the rain had changed to a fine mist with patches of fog. My purchase was an oval floor mirror that was a large heavy piece which weighed in at 225 lbs. or better. The mirror was 8' high by 3' wide and was ornate with carvings of leaves, birds and flowers. Due to the multiple layers of old paint, varnish and grime it was difficult to determine the species of bird or habit of plant. The silver nitrate backing was a spider web of fine cracks distorting the reflective image on the dirty glass. To the untrained eye the glass appeared to be damaged however the glass was intact and the silver nitrate will be stripped and reapplied. My best estimate is that the mirror is at least 150 years old and it will take me weeks of careful stripping to expose the original wood. Many unique treasures such as this are covered in layers paint, overlooked, abused, improperly cared for... ignored. Antiques have a history and secrets to reveal and I have a passion for restoring as the maker intended. I run a small business on my estate in one of my barns which was converted to a woodworking shop. Well... not exactly an estate, I have a large two-story cobblestone farmhouse with a finished attic and basement. My property includes 1400-acres of mostly mature hardwoods and the only way to enter my property is on two private roads that I own and maintain. The roads are gated to prevent trespass and the county has no jurisdiction for their maintenance or the public any right of access. This is ideal for my purposes for I can come and go as I please, unnoticed and unseen. I rebuild, restore and refinish antique furniture and I will custom build or reproduce pieces as a favor for selected clients. Ninety percent of my business is with very wealthy people whom value privacy and discretion and I provide both. I do not keep regular hours and all business is conducted by appointment only. My hair started turning gray in my early teens while now at 35 my hair is silver gray. Fortunately it is thick and full and I tend to wear it on the long side. Because I live alone in the middle of nowhere many people think I am some kind of eccentric recluse genius. I do not discourage this misconception because it is very good for business. It is also good for social reasons and as a result I have many powerful influential friends. The county road that I normally take home was flooded over that evening forcing me to take to take a detour on the Ridge Road. I have lived in this county all of my life and the Old Creek Road have never flooded over. To make matters worse there were no barricades, flares or detour signs to warn approaching motorists. I decided to stop off at the convenience store up ahead to top off my gas tank and then get a cup of hot fresh coffee. As I pulled up to the self-service gasoline pumps I noticed a woman standing outside the entrance door smoking cigarettes. In my opinion a woman who smokes is a complete turn-off and I offer no apologies. This woman whom I assumed to be an employee quickly went inside the store as I got out of my cargo van. After I topped off my gas tank I then walked towards the store to get my coffee and to pay for both purchases inside with my credit card. I was short of cash having spent all of it on the mirror. I noticed that the woman whom was standing outside was watching me through the windows. As I reached for the door handle I observed a hand lettered sign on bright pink poster board taped to the entrance door announcing "Under New Management". The lettering on the sign was precise, straight and balanced. Once I was inside the smoker walked up to me and introduced herself as the manager. She then offered me her hand and I shook it as good manners dictate. I could smell cigarette smoke on her person as well as just applied cheap perfume. Her name tag said Candice Fox/Manager. Candice is a middle-aged woman between 45 or 50 at about five- three and weighing approximately 250 lbs. She was wearing black polyester slacks that were one size to small and her blouse was a gaudy polyester print with loud clashing colors. To complete her interesting outfit I must include her shoes, they were purple pumps with silver tassels. It gets better or worse contingent to taste. Candice's facial features were charitably average at best. Her eyes were a muddy brown while her lips were thin and stingy. Those stingy lips no doubt were hiding yellowed nicotine stained teeth. She was wearing far too much makeup and her ridiculous thin arched eyebrows were actually penciled in. Candice's hair was a true debacle. It was trashy peroxide blond in color that was almost white from over bleaching with an unnatural pale yellow tint to it. It was cut in choppy layers with a perm that was curly on the crown and then teased. This hairstyle was quite short on the sides and cut above her ears. She had long pointy mock sideburns and ridiculously short bangs. No doubt the entire bouffant was sprayed into submission with copious amounts of hairspray to hold its unnatural shape. "Pleased to meet you" I said, trying to get away from her as quickly and politely as possible "Would you please point me in the direction of the fresh coffee?" Mrs. Fox giggled and continued squeezing my hand "Please...don't be so formal all my friends call me Candy. The Gourmet Coffee Emporium is right behind you and I'll be glad to take you there." "I'm sure I can find my own way. You can let go of my hand now...Candy." Giggles let go and then followed me to the coffee bar while continuing to make small talk. I just nodded and smiled hoping she would take the hint and go away. I closed my eyes and sipped my coffee. I was thinking "Candy is hard on the ears as well as the eyes; on the other hand this coffee is excellent." I stopped to listen... blissful silence.... good she's gone. Taking another sip of my coffee I thought "I wonder if she tastes as bad as she looks?" I felt a gentle, hesitant touch on my arm. I then heard a mellow feminine voice caress my ears. "Sir, is your coffee alright?" Opening my eyes I looked at her. "Is there something wrong with your coffee, Sir?" "The coffee is excellent, Laura" I replied, glancing at her name tag "What makes you think that it is bad?" "You were making a terrible face while you were drinking it!" She answered, smiling while shyly touching my hand. Laura was a young woman in her late teens to early twenties. She was dressed exactly the same as Candy right down to the purple pumps with the silly silver tassels. Perhaps not exactly the same because Laura's matching clothing was the correct size while Candy's was tight. Instead of long silky hair as is proper for a beautiful young woman, Laura's was cut and colored almost exactly the same as Candy's except of course minus the heavy hairspray. Then the similarities ended there. Laura was about five- seven at approximately 180 lbs. Admittedly overweight to be sure... possibly by as much as 50 lbs., but not obese by any means. No heavy makeup marred her fair peaches and cream complexion. Laura's eyes were like a sea of green with sunlight sparkling on the water, deep and mysterious eyes with secrets to be delved. Those were my thoughts the moment I looked into them. Her natural, untouched eyebrows floated above her green eyes like the graceful wings of doves. Laura's nose was small and refined.... but cute... definitely cute and her teeth were white and perfect. She smelled like ivory soap and peppermint. As for her lips, her lips were beyond belief. Generous lips.... sensuous lips... lips just begging to be kissed. Standing next to her I realized that Laura was the ideal height for me. The top of her head was just level with my eyes. I would just have to lean forward slightly to taste those luscious........... "I'm sorry I had leave, Dave. I had to go outside and unlock the ice cooler because of a customer that wanted block ice." Giggles said, interrupting my erotic, interactive daydream by speaking and then touching my arm. "You don't mind if I call you Dave, do you Mr. Ares? Or do you prefer David? I know all about your business, you sell antiques" Candy's discordant nasal drone continued to assault my ears. "I see you've met my baby. Isn't she pretty? People mistake us for sisters all the time! "I..........." Interrupting Candy I took both of Laura's hands in mine and said "Eyes of green and as deep as the sea; Aphrodite daughter of the foam....wilt thou favor me with your handmaiden Laura who is now standing before me." I ignored Candy while I looked into Laura's fascinating green while enjoying Laura's blushing cheeks and shy smile. "Laura, would you please cash me out?" I asked letting go of her hands and then handing her my credit card. Laura looked at her mother for permission and received a mean look. This mean look instantly turned into a disingenuous crooked smile, a smile reminiscent of the crone's with the poison apple in Snow White. "I'm sorry Mr. Ares but I haven't learned how to operate the credit card modem yet. Mother always takes care of that." Laura answered handing my card to her mother. "It's all right honey." Laura's mother said, attempting to smile sweetly. "I know what a hard worker you are. Why don't you take a break and Mother will join you shortly." Laura left and Candy remained with the same disingenuous crooked smile creasing her face. On the bright side it was a pleasure to watch Laura walk away. Her movements were fluid and graceful despite the extra pounds. I resigned myself that giggles would continue to flirt and check me. Candy didn't have a snowballs chance in Hades. Just before I left the store her flirtatious mother pressed her hot pink business card into my hand. "David, I have an extensive collection of Depression glass that my grandmother left me. Perhaps you can look at it sometime?" "I'm sorry but Depression glass is not my area of expertise." I advised her while walking away. When I got into my van I turned her pink card over. Candy's cell phone number was hand written on the back as was her home telephone number and street address. I had to admit the woman had beautiful hand writing and it must have been her who lettered the sign at the entrance. As I was pulling away from the pumps I heard Candy screaming like a mad woman at Laura. I drove to the side of the building out of sight and listened. "You___ spoiled everything! You always___ spoil everything! No wonder your___ father left; because of you! I was making progress with him. I've sacrificed everything for you. I buy you nice clothing. You get to go to my personal stylist to get your____ hair done every month. Do you think ___money grows on trees? You will never amount to anything! You are stupid and useless!" This is a sample of her abusive tantrum which is why I did not quote her verbatim. I omitted the vulgarity and/or profanity. On second thought, make that crude and trashy, porcine and malodorous, flirtatious mother........................ When I got home Socrates met me at the door and I let him out for his run and to do his business. Socrates is a huge and dignified Bull Mastiff. He is brindle colored with four white feet. He is smart, loyal and obedient. Socrates is very affectionate with me not to mention well trained. For the most part Socrates is a one-man dog. He is on good terms with the FedEx and U.P.S. drivers whom are the only people that he sees on a regular basis because he simply ignores them. I have trained Socrates to attack on command and he can easily chase down and knock a person to the ground. He will then pin them in place all the while snarling and growling in a most intimidating manner. Follow-up commands will escalate the level of force. I acquired him when he was approximately nine months old from a client. To protect this mentioned client's privacy and identity I will refer to him or her as Mr. X. When I first saw Socrates, then called Socks he was tied up outside to a tree. It was cold outside and the water in his bowl frozen and he looked under fed. During the course of our business transaction I casually mentioned him to Mr. X. I was told that Socks was stupid and useless. Little Dove I made Mr. X a proposition. "If you will loan me Socks for a year I will make you a duplicate of your secretary desk but with a caveat. He will be my project and if I can't train him the desk is free. However if I do train him you agree to pay double." Satisfied with our arrangement we shook hands. At the year's end Mr. X lost our gentleman's bet. I offered to take Socrates instead of the money. We parted on good terms and I made two lifelong friends that day. After our walk together I made two ham & cheese omelets with whole wheat toast and sliced tomatoes. Socrates got his omelet on top of his dried dog food in his bowl on the floor. Then I sat at the kitchen table and we ate our supper together as we generally do every night. I talked to him as I generally do especially when I am upset or angry. "I know you must think I'm insane but I can't get her out of my mind. What a project Laura could be, much like Pygmalion was to Galatea. Laura could lose weight with exercise and diet. Under my direction and care Laura would grow out her hair. I hope it is brown.... a rich dark brown that would set off her beautiful green eyes. Do you think Laura would consent to grow her hair long for me? I would love to see it waist length. Don't look at me like that, Socrates. I know what you are thinking.... all right I admit it. I want to get into her pants. But I can offer her things her mother can't. Do you believe in love at first sight... how about epiphanies? If I forced Laura away from her mother would she stay with me? In ancient times men simply took women by force. They often made them their slaves. Of course I'm not interested in Laura being a slave, how can you think that? Nevertheless, in many cases they fell in love with them and then married them. If I could just get her away from her mother's sick influence it would change her life for the better. I would love to have one year with her....just one year. Do you think that is enough time? If nothing else Laura would learn to be independent of her mother. If things didn't work out I would allow her to leave with money to start a new life. One hundred thousand should be enough don't you think?" Yes, I know I'm taking one hell of a chance. I may have to leave the country to escape prosecution but in the end money wise I will be fine. It's just that Laura just feels so right for me." I tried to read myself to sleep.... I could not get Laura out of my mind. Socrates woke me up in the middle of the night and he was standing next to the mirror, barking. I got out of bed and stood next to him and that seemed to calm him. The glass was forming into a glowing pearly white fog. Tendrils of the fog were escaping and swirling around the oval of the frame and then the stand. Fascinated I stood watching. I was unable to tear my eyes away. After a time the glowing tendrils slowly retreated back into the glass of the mirror and the fog was staring to dissipate. The frame and stand were now free of old paint and varnish and the wood was a rich dark black walnut. I recognized the leaves and flowering blossoms to be from the apple tree. Without the layers old paint and varnish covering them the birds were recognizable as doves. Socrates was lying down now and wagging his tail.... waiting. Then the fog in the mirror was completely gone. I could see the outline of a woman in the glass facing away from me. It was if I was looking live into another world....another dimension. The woman was breathtakingly beautiful and she was wearing a white chiton over her trim graceful figure. Her dark brown hair twisted into a simple chignon at the back of her neck. This lovely creature was standing on a virgin beach of pure white sand. The pristine sand was sprinkled with various seashells. The magnificent vibrant colors of the seashells were just too beautiful to describe except to say.... gems from the deep. The waves were lapping at the beautiful woman's feet. The warm, primal Aegean Sea sparkled with the sunlight on the water gracing this beautiful nymph within the mirror. She knew that I was watching her. I don't know how, I just did. Just as I knew that her eyes were green without actually seeing them. Aphrodite's handmaiden reached up and removed the bronze broach holding the garment in place. This allowed her simple garment to drop to the wet sand. Caressed by the waves her garment was dissolving into the foam from whence this beautiful nymph came. The woman's naked form was a delight to my eyes. The once breathtaking scenery was now banal in comparison to this beautiful creature. She reached up and removed the hairpins from her chignon. The beautiful nymph shook her head letting her brown hair spill down her shoulders and back in brown waves to her slim waist and she turned to face me. My Laura was smiling as her arms reached out to me through the mirror and two doves were her cupped in her hands.............. I sat up bed with Laura's transformation now indelibly engraved in my conscious mind. It was early morning and the new sun was peeking through the tree line. Socrates was sitting at the window looking out. His wagging tail was thumping on the wood floor. I looked around the room for Laura? It was just a dream. The mirror was still in the cargo van. I got out of bed and walked to the window. "What are you looking at Socrates?" I asked, and then I saw. There was a mating pair of mourning doves on the windowsill looking at us through the glass. Hurrying to the telephoned I called the Sheriff Department and spoke with the day dispatcher. "Good morning, this is David Ares; perhaps you can help me, Sir?" I asked, politely. "Certainly Mr. Ares, how may I be of service?" "Has the Old Creek Road opened for traffic yet? I was driving home last night and it was flooded over the banks at the four corners. I had to take a roundabout way home on the Ridge Road." "Mr. Ares, you must be mistaken." The dispatcher explained patiently. "I live on the Old Creek Road just before the Four Corners. I can assure you that it did not flood. "Will there be anything else, Sir?" "No, I have to go." I replied abruptly while hanging up the telephone as the implications were finally sinking in. I dressed and then Socrates and I drove out to the Four Corners. We both got out of the truck to look around. As always he found something interesting to smell and then rolled in it. Other then the ground being wet from Friday's rain there was no evidence of the road or surrounding fields having flooded. Damn it, I did not imagine it! I did not dream that the road was flooded and I am not dreaming now. But I have to believe my own eyes.... my own senses. I have always been a logical man.... but an epiphany? Yet in my heart of hearts I knew that Laura and I were destined for each other. An epiphany is the only logical explanation. I would follow my heart and take help where I find it. It took me 3 weeks to remove all of the old layers of paint, varnish and grime. I personally transported the glass to be stripped, polished and to have a new silver nitrate backing applied while I waited. I then brought the mirror glass back to my workshop to carefully fit it in the restored frame. I had replaced the original damaged mirror back with light colored apple wood. I carved a wreath of myrtle around the circumference of the oval of the new back. I also carved two hares in the center placing the hares into a bed narcissus. The hares (rabbits) and narcissus (daffodils), as well as the myrtle were attributed to hold a special meaning to Aphrodite the Goddess of Love and Beauty in the mythology/religion of the ancient Greeks. They were also in character with the theme of the mirror. If I could accept an epiphany why take chances, it couldn't hurt to make points. The light colored apple wood was a pleasing contrast to the rich dark black walnut of the front with its carvings of doves, leaves and apple tree blossoms. I placed my restored mirror in my bedroom exactly where I saw it in my dream. Then I stood back to admire the mirror... something was missing. I went down to my basement, opened my floor safe. I then removed a red large silk pouch folded in three and brought it upstairs. I unfolded the pouch and removed the rope contained within. I then hung it on the left spindle of the mirrors stand. Satisfied, I lay down on the bed to admire the mirror and Socrates joined me. I fondly recalled how I had acquired that precious rope. Shortly after purchasing my home I discovered an object wrapped in an oily piece of canvas hidden in one of the attic rafters It was the intact blade of a Japanese sword and was possibly a World War II trophy brought to the States by the previous owner. It was in outstanding condition. The previous was mature enough not to go about chopping inappropriate objects with it. He also had the foresight to heavily coat the blade with bearing grease. The handle (Tsuka), blade collar (Habaki), guard (Tsuba) and pommel (Kashira) were missing. Later that day after finding the blade I was driving home from town and returning with my groceries. I passed a car that was broken down with steam coming out from under the hood. The stranded occupants were older Japanese gentlemen and his daughter and I stopped to help them. Their rental car's serpentine belt broke causing it to overheat. I offered them a ride into the town to arrange for another rental car. Apparently for some unexplained reason there was no cell phone reception. According to Mr. Saito's daughter they were visiting her aunt, his older sister who was living in the area. Before they broke down they were driving to New York City to catch a plane back home. I assumed that Mr. Saito did not speak or understand English as his daughter did all the talking. I casually mentioned the sword blade that I had found earlier. When his daughter translated my discovery about the sword Mr. Saito lost his quiet reserve and became quite excited. I turned my truck around and took them home and then I brought the sword blade out to show him. He examined it while his daughter explained to me how important these taken war trophies were to the Japanese people as they were considered national treasures. They then spoke back-and-forth in Japanese. Turning to me she said "My father says the sword blade is very old. It is obvious to him you respect and honor tradition and you have shown us great kindness and hospitality. The antique furniture that graces your home is a testament to your character. But my father asks a favor. He would like to purchase your blade and then return it to Japan. A Master Sword Smith will restore this treasure. It will then be donated to the Tokyo National Museum and be put on display for all to enjoy." "You and your father are a guest in my house, Miss Saito. Please tell your father that I would be honored if he would accept the sword as a gift." I walked over to her father and he stood to meet me and then we both bowed in the Eastern fashion. Presenting it to him in with both hands, I handed the sword blade to Mr. Saito. Smiling, he accepted my gift and then thanked me in impeccable English. Excited with the gift he old rascal admitted to taking advantage of my wrong assumption. He then shook my hand vigorously in the Western fashion and was grinning from ear to ear............ Approximately one month after their visit I received a telephone call from an armored car service. In my business this is not at all unusual. I made an appointment for them to deliver a package originating from Japan. On the appointed hour an armored car pulled into my driveway. Two armed guards exited with one of them carrying a small bamboo box. Socrates came out to greet them and was wagging his tail, something that was most out of character for him. I signed for it and carried into the house with Socrates at my heels and then locked the door behind me. Inside the box was a red silk pouch folded in three. Inside the red pouch was my precious rope. It was 42 inches in length and consisted of 10 mm (3/8") hand-selected white South Sea pearls. Enclosed were a note from Mr. Saito & his daughter inviting me to visit them at their home? The note, well actually it was a very nice letter explained that Mr. Saito was a pearl merchant. The pearls were a gift to my future wife. While I was working on the mirror I was planning Laura's abduction. As soon as my bathroom project was complete I would make my move. In the mean time someone who is very good at finding out information owed me a favor. I had her quietly and discretely gather information on Laura and her mother. The investigator's written report was very thorough and the copies of provided documentation all inclusive. Because of this I decided that the direct approach would be best. I would use bad weather and darkness to my advantage. Laura and her mother lived in a small two-bedroom ranch two miles from the convenience store on the Rose Rd. It was close enough for Laura to walk to work since Laura didn't have a driver's license. Her mother Candice drove a late model pink Cadillac with vanity plates spelling out her name, "Candy". The only days that Laura was alone at home were in the evening on Wednesday and Sunday. I chose a cold and blustery Wednesday in February when her mother was working at the store. I attached two bogus magnetic signs on to one of my Jeep four-by-four that advertised for a local pizzeria where they frequently ordered. It was snowing hard when I pulled into the driveway. Although the driveway was recently shoveled it was quickly filling with blowing and drifting snow. The weather report called for 10 to 16 inches of snow by morning. The Sheriff Department had issued a road advisory for no unnecessary travel. I walked up to the front porch and noticed the porch light was on. There was no cover on the light fixture. I simply turned the bulb until the light went out and then I rang the doorbell. I was wearing a Navy Pea Coat with the collar up. I had a black watch cap on my head and a black wool scarf wrapped around my face with only my eyes were showing. My blue jeans tucked into my green insulated rubber boots When Laura answered the door I was holding four empty pizza boxes. "You must be freezing, please come in." Laura offered. I scraped my feet on the doormat to rid them of the snow and stepped in closing the door behind me. Laura was wearing an ankle length cornflower blue fleece robe over cream flannel pajamas and red wool cork-sole clogs on her feet. "I'm sorry you had to drive all the way out here in this weather. But there must be a mix-up. I didn't order four pizzas! Are you sure you have the right address?" Dropping the empty boxes I took her arm and made her sit on the couch. Then I then handcuffed her hands behind her back. Standing behind her I then took off my long wool scarf and wrapped it twice around her eyes and tied it behind her head. Laura became very still and quiet. I sat down next to her and stroked her poor abused hair. Laura smelled like vanilla shampoo.... ivory soap.... and peppermint toothpaste. At first I said nothing... making her wait for answers to her questions. I then put my hand between her shoulders and spoke very quietly to her. "You know who I am little dove.... you have been waiting for me for a very long time. I may be your only chance to be free of your mother's yoke. Can you cast it off alone? Do you still wish to remain here, Laura? Will you remain your mother's imperfect clone in appearance only? And when your mother passes her lonely barren prodigy! Our fates are intertwined if only a short time. Look into your heart Laura... you know what I say is true. I will not allow your mother to trample on your soul from this moment forward. One way or another you will be leaving with me and how you leave is entirely up to you. You can walk out on your own volition or be trussed and carried out." My little dove appeared surprisingly calm. Laura shifted to get comfortable and didn't move away from my hand. "If I agree to go, will you promise never to hit me or belittle me, David Ares?" At first I was taken aback, how did she know it was I? I was sure my disguise was more than adequate. What Laura saw of my face, she only saw briefly. "I promise never to strike you in anger, Laura. I promise never to use profanity in your presence or verbally abuse you. I give you my word on this, little dove." "Then I will give you my word as well. I will go willingly, David. If I am to trust you, you must to trust me. I trust you David. I know you are a man of your word although I don't know how I know... I just do. However, you are a man and men have needs. I don't know if I am ready for you but I will try. If you are patient and will give me a chance I will try to be a pleasant companion." I removed Laura's handcuffs and blindfold as there was no longer any point in them. My identity was known and I accepted the risks and consequences determined to follow my heart. Laura went immediately to her tiny bedroom. She removed a green knapsack from her bedroom closet and placed it on her bed. She took off her fleece robe and carefully folded it before putting it into the knapsack along with her clogs. She put on a frayed and faded brown sweatshirt with a yellow lab embroidered on it over her pajama top. Then she put blue jeans over her pajama bottoms, put on wool socks on and then scuffed white sneakers followed by black rubber stretch boots over the sneakers. Laura added under garments and socks to the knapsack, a pair of jeans and then a hooded sweatshirt. Laura packed no other clothing but placed her wallet in the zippered side pocket. The last item that Laura took was a silver locket on a chain hidden under a loose floor board in her closet. The locket was in the shape of a scallop shell and appeared to be quite old and very detailed and finely crafted. Laura fastened the chain with the locket around her neck and put it under her pajama top and sweatshirt. Laura dressed and packed quickly and efficiently and there were no wasted motions or hesitation. It was if Laura knew that I would be arriving and had planned ahead of time. Picking up her knapsack, Laura turned to face me. The serious look that she gave me told me everything I needed to know. Laura was ready to leave...now. "Where is your winter coat, Laura?" "It's in my mother's car. There is nothing more I want out of this house or from her." She announced defiantly. "I understand completely. However you will put this on and you will not argue with me." I took off my coat and helped her into it. Then I took the knapsack from her and carried it out to the bogus pizza delivery vehicle and helped her in. The weather had turned from bad to worse since I had arrived. The roads were officially closed now and a full travel ban was in effect. It took an extra half hour to get home. During the drive we did not speak. Both of us kept to our thoughts. I kept wondering how she knew it was I. When we got home I got out first, opened her door and then helped her out. Little Dove Laura stood there looking at me. "I know what you are thinking. You are and were thinking how did she know it was I and why did she coming so willingly?" Laura said this with a very solemn look on her face and then she continued "Eyes of green, deep as the sea; Aphrodite Daughter of the foam, wilt thou favor me with your handmaiden Laura standing before me. That is what you said to me. I couldn't get those words or you out of my mind... and well...I have my secrets." I brought Laura into the house through the front door and told her to wait in the foyer. I went back outside and entered the house through the back door my normal entry point. Socrates was waiting for his nightly routine. I let him out to do his business and then I brought Laura into the kitchen and helped her off with my pea coat. "Please sit down I'm going to make us a pot of green tea. Then we will have a long talk..." . I had fixed up a place for Laura to stay in the basement in case she didn't come willingly. This was more for my convenience then for hers. Now it was no longer necessary. She would have a comfortably furnished bedroom. My little dove had a submissive side that her mother used to control every aspect of her life. That submissive aspect of her personality will never completely go away. But it could certainly be redirected for her benefit. If I couldn't have her as a lover I would always have her as my friend. Socrates walked right up to Laura and smelled her. All the while he was wagging his tail vigorously. He allowed Laura to pet him and to rub his ears. He even let Laura kiss him. It was if he had known her all of his life. Somehow I was not the least bit surprised. During our talk, I told Laura how I rescued Socrates but in much greater detail. Then I told her some very unpleasant and disturbing things about her mother. Things that I was sure that Laura did not know about. "What do you know about your inheritance from your grandfather, Laura? Do you know any of the details?" "Only what mother told me. She has Power Of Attorney and I can't touch my $5000.00 until I turn 25 years old." "Why didn't you go to college, Laura? Your high school records indicated an almost perfect grade average." "Because I had to drop out of high school when I was sixteen and go to work, we needed the money. Why are you asking me all of these questions, David? What do they possibly have to do with us? I have put that part of my life behind me. It is only five thousand dollars, let her keep it." "It has nothing to do with us but everything to do with you. Did you know your inheritance is held in a trust? The trust is with the law firm Kennedy & Murphy of Wall Street in New York City?" "Mother never mentioned them. She is very secretive about our finances. I don't need that money!" "There is more. Your mother's name appears nowhere in your inheritance documents filed with the courts. Your mother was deliberately left out and for good reason, Laura. That money was to be used as your college fund if you chose to attend. Otherwise you couldn't touch it until you turned twenty five. Eighteen months from now you will be entitled to all of your $200,000.00." "I...I don't know what to say, I never knew it was that much money" Laura stammered. "Your mother has Power of Attorney because you mistakenly signed it over to her when you turned twenty one. Fortunately that Power of Attorney can be easily revoked, just give me the word. The business and the house are in both your names and I have to give her that. If something happens to her you are covered by insurance and everything will be paid off free and clear. Because of both your hard work, the store is turning a nice profit and I have to give her that as well. Your mother used your money as collateral only she could have just taken it outright...again I give her that, wrong though it is. If the balloon payment is not met your mother could lose everything because of the land contract. Your mother needs your money until the balloon payment is satisfied and here are documents confirming everything." I placed a thick manila folder on the table for her to review. "Don't ask me how I procured them because I also have secrets and there are some things that I can never tell you. I originally fixed living quarters for you in the basement to lock you in. I had no idea that you would come willingly...or perhaps I did or hoped you would. Just in case I furnished a bedroom for a woman's tastes that will be yours while you are here." "I thought you wanted me, David.... then I won't be sleeping with you?" "Do not tempt me of course I want you, Laura. I've wanted you from the second I first met you. Are you a virgin, little dove? You don't need to answer. That was a rhetorical question. Your precious.... priceless virginity should be saved and given to the man you truly love. It should be received as a gift with love in return. Not for an obligation or romantic ideal. You gave me your word, little dove. Now I require your obedience and then we shall see. For now let me show you to your room.........." The next morning over breakfast I laid down the conditions. "The next six weeks are going to be very hard for you. Think of it as boot camp. If you have not already looked there is exercise clothing in descending sizes in your dressers." "I looked thank you, David." "Make a list and I will get anything else you need, little dove." "Why do you call me that?" She asked, smiling. "You will have your answer in six weeks, any other questions?" I asked.......... After we ate breakfast I spread some newspapers on the kitchen floor. I then placed a straight back chair on the papers and she sat on it. "Do you trust me?" I asked and Laura just nodded. I made several passes with the electric clippers until the last visible preferences of her mother's influence remained no more. The brown hair that remained was no more than 1/8 of inch/3 millimeters long. When I finished I helped Laura to her feet and she ran her hands over her fuzzy head. "It's going to take time to get used to" She said wiping a tear from her eye and smiling. I then sat in the same chair and I handed Laura the clippers. "Will you do the honors, little dove? We are in this together and I will not ask you to do anything I would not do myself." "Are you sure that you want me to do this?" She asked, running her fingers through my thick hair and sighing. "I'm sure, and it will be cooler for our workouts together." Laura made her passes with the electric clippers and in no time my hair was added to hers on the newspapers on the floor. She then put the clippers on the table and ran her hands over the short bristles on my head while comparing it to her own. I stood up and gently took her face in my hands and kissed her mouth "You are right; it will take some getting used to" I agreed, while caressing her head. "With or without hair you are a beautiful woman. I suggest that you change into your sweats. We have a lot of work ahead of us." I had Laura and me on a strict and intense exercise program that included a wide range of exercises. They were mostly aerobic and isometric exercises and we exercised together. I am sure that the first two weeks were hell on earth for her. I was merely in purgatory and I pushed myself. I restricted our sugar, salt and fat intakes and we were on the same diet. Laura never complained as I gradually upped the ante that included light weights for her and heavier ones for me. At the end of the eight weeks she was down to 130 lbs. It was the ideal weight for her five-foot seven-inches and I was very proud of her. I pretty much weighed the same as when I started and the exercise had hardened and flattened my stomach muscles considerably. It also increased my endurance and stamina. Laura's hair was now over 1" long and was a rich dark brown with red highlights. It was growing faster than the average which surprised us both. We continued to exercise together but now only to maintain. We took many long walks on the property and of course Socrates was always delighted to come along us. I made sure that Laura was in the house and out of sight when anyone came around. I didn't want her mother to know where she was.... not yet anyway. Laura was with me for 16 months when her mother found out and tried to force a confrontation. By then Laura's beautiful hair had grown to just touch her shoulders. We noticed lately that it was not growing as fast as it had been and was now averaging 1/2" per month. I had kept trimmed for her using a scissors and comb only and became very good at it. It was blunt cut all one length and was very thick and shiny. Laura wanted to grow it waist length for me. She vowed never to have short hair again. Laura was also now an accomplished woods woman. She had learned to move quietly in the woods and stalk game. I bought her a camera in place of a firearm for this pursuit. Laura studied all of my Peterson Field Guides and learned to identify all of the flora and fauna on my property. She could start a fire without matches 3 different ways, live off the land now knowing all the edible plants. Laura became proficient in the use of firearms. She learned to shoot, disassemble/reassemble and clean my Bushmaster AR-15 .223/5.56 Rifle, my Remington 1100-12 Gauge Shotgun and my Smith & Wesson Model 58 .41 Magnum Revolver. I always carry my handgun when walking my land for it is potent medicine for anything on two or four legs. Laura loved camping and we spent many nights together under the stars. Although I received many hugs and kisses from her, thus far we had not made love. Above all, Laura was my sweet, gentle lady and I loved her with a passion that few men experience. We were out hiking one Saturday morning and then returning home with two baskets of edible mushrooms. We were about 100 yards from the house and hidden from view in the trees. Socrates started growling deep in his throat. This could only mean that someone was trespassing and had probably cut the lock on one of the gates. Laura, Socrates and I quietly walked the edge of the tree line until we had a good view of the driveway and the front of the house. There was a black luxury sedan parked 50 yards from the house. A very big man in a dark suit was standing by our front door with his back to us. Looking through the telescopic lens of Laura's camera it appeared he was trying to pick the lock. I told Laura to wait in the trees with Socrates and watch me. When I whistled let Socrates go and when I whistled a second time it was safe for her to come down. I quietly circled from around the back of our house and surprised him in the front. He was a huge man, six-five and a good 300 lbs. He was 4" taller than I and out- weighed me by a good hundred pounds or more. He was also in his late fifties and somewhat out of shape. I pegged him correctly for a policeman in his wrinkled off the rack suit. He was so intent on picking the lock that he didn't even notice me standing behind him.... it was so comical. I couldn't help myself so just I said it. "BOO!" He spun around with a shocked looked on his face. I was laughing hysterically. He quickly gained his composure and stood there with his arms crossed. Yes, definitely a cop assuming a superior intimidating postures. He waited for me to stop laughing and then he spoke. "Alright Mr. Ares you have you've had your little joke, where is she?" I recognized the accent, definitely New York City and most likely Brooklyn. "To which she or to whom are you referring too?" "You know whom I am talking about, Laura Fox." He answered. "I didn't catch your name?" "I didn't throw it." He replied smirking and pleased with his quick comeback. "Never mind who I am pal, you're in a lot of trouble. I've been hired by Laura's mother to bring her home. Kidnapping is a crime in this state." He said in his loud command voice, taking a step forward. "So is trespassing on posted private property and breaking and entry...shall I go on?" I retorted calmly. "I am only going to ask you one more time. Where is she?" The big goon asked. All I could do was smile, a tsunami of happiness washing over me. Brave girl, disobedient, but brave; I had no more doubts. Laura let out a loud, "BOO!" He spun around a second time almost tripping on his big feet. Standing behind him was Laura holding Socrates collar. "That was a dangerous thing to do little dove, you might have gotten hurt." "I was afraid for you David, I love you so much. You are everything to me!" "Are you Miss Fox, you don't like anything in your picture." The big goon asked while looking at the photograph that he removed from his pocket and he was frowning. "I loved you from the minute you first spoke to me little dove, the first moment I saw you. The moment I looked into your beautiful green eyes my brave girl." "I asked you a question, are you Miss Fox?" He interrupted, yet again. "Be silent, dolt, I am talking to my fiancé." I commanded. "Listen asshole, I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to the stupid bitch!" The big goon said, sneering, still trying to intimidate us. I saw anger flash in Laura's eyes. She let go of Socrates collar and took a step forward. My little dove's fists were clenched in anger and she was magnificent! As big as he was the dolt took a step backwards momentarily unsure. Socrates stepped in front of Laura and was now growling and snarling. Heaven help the dolt if he spoke to Laura again in that tone of voice let alone raise a hand to her. Socrates loved Laura as much as I. When he turned back to me, I was inches from his face. "Socrates, "STAND-HIM-UP" I commanded. Socrates was slowly advancing on him growling and snarling while baring his teeth. His massive head was level with the dolt's crotch. As the dolt was backing up, Socrates was advancing. The dolt was trying to lift his right leg while maintaining his balance in order to reach the gun in his ankle holster. If he crouched down to remove it Socrates would bite his face off or I could kick him in the head. Perhaps the good detective underestimated us. Perhaps he was just careless that day because idiots and amateurs carry their primary piece in an ankle holster. He was concentrating on the dog now while hopping backwards on one foot and was still unable to pull his revolver out. Socrates pinned him against our front door with his head on the man's crotch. "Don't even try to get your gun out." I said taking mine it out of the Milt Sparks pancake holster on my belt and handing it to Laura. "Put your hands behind your head and lace your fingers together. I'm sure you know the drill." I removed his Smith & Wesson stainless steel Model 60 snub -nose revolver from the ankle holster. Then I opened the cylinder and ejected the five .38 caliber soft-point cartridges to the ground. I searched him and found the two pairs of handcuffs that he was carrying. I was surprised that he was not carrying extra rounds in a dump pouch or speed loaders, I always do? I snapped both cuffs over the frame of his revolver double- locking them with the key which rendered his revolver inoperable. I then put the cuff keys in my pocket. After I emptied his pockets of all their other contents I ordered Socrates to stand next to us. "Drop the tough guy act, Detective! You owe us an apology." I said as he just glared at us, defiant to the last. "Are you a good judge of distance? Laura asked "I would estimate your car is 50 yards from where we are standing." Laura turned and then aimed the .41 magnum revolver at his outside passenger door mirror. The 175 Grain Winchester Silver tip hollow point bullet traveling at 1250 feet per-second obliterated the mirror but did little or no damage to the rest of the vehicle. "You still owe us an apology." She said, handing me the revolver. "Shall I go into the house and call the State Police?" Laura asked. "You have every right to call the State Police, Miss Fox. He said sitting down. "I wish you wouldn't though or I will lose my pension." He sighed, defeated. "I am sorry and I apologize to the both of you. For what it is worth Candy is totally wrong about you, Miss Fox." I shouldn't have let your Mother's pretty head cloud my judgment. I should know better at my age." Laura and I just looked at one another. "What are you going to do now?" The defeated and bumbling Detective asked. "How long will it be until you are eligible to collect your pension, Detective Wilson?" I asked him, looking at his Gold Star Burst Detective Badge and his New York Police Department ID -Card. "I have 5 months to go, Mr. Ares. I was thinking of settling down in this part of the state and getting a part time job to supplement my pension. It's cheaper to live here than in The City and my pension will go much farther." He replied hopefully. "My fiancé and I are going into the house to discuss this unfortunate incident. Socrates will be keeping you company. We will be out shortly to render our decision. I strongly suggest that you do not try to leave." We both turned and went into the house leaving him with Socrates. We made him wait for a good hour making him sweat it while we sipped raspberry iced tea. When we went outside to give him our decision Laura handed him a glass of ice tea and he took it, drinking down and then putting the empty glass on the steps. "This is our decision.... we are not going to do anything and you are free to go." Laura stated. "What happened today shall remain a secret between the three of us." I added, handing him all of his things including his inoperable revolver but keeping the handcuff keys. "I don't know what to say, I owe you both and big time! If there is anything I can do for you two just name it." "Perhaps there is Sergeant. My mother could always use help in her store. I also know she has a spare bedroom to rent until you find a place of your own." Just one other thing, Detective; never come on our land again without first calling for permission." After the detective left, I showered Laura with kisses and held her close while hugging her tight. "Did you really mean it when you told the detective that I was your fiancé?" Laura asked, pressing her face against my neck and shoulder. "I meant it with all my heart, my little dove." "Do you really think that I'm brave?" "You are my shield maiden, brave heart." "I want you to make love to me, David. I want to feel you inside of me and to taste you. I am ready to share my secrets. I don't want to have any secrets from you." She added, holding my face in her hands "I will tell you mine as well, Laura. Here are the keys to the sliding doors in our bedroom and they shall now always remain unlocked. Go upstairs and wait for me there. Shower if you like; I will shower when I get back. Be sure to fill your tub with hot water only and then wait for me in our bedroom." I turned to clean up the remains of the detective's car mirror. Before I left in my truck to check the gates I called to Socrates but he must have gone into the house with Laura. Little Dove I hope she liked the bathroom. My closest friend Miguel came out of retirement to do most the work. Miguel is an importer of fine tiles, marble and stone. Originally from Portugal and the son of a baker, Miguel's tile work and particularly his mosaic floors were renowned. Miguel has arthritis in his hands making the work he loves difficult and often painful. Now in his seventies he is retired from his craft because of the arthritis in his hands. I needed his expertise and I invited him and his wife Maria for a visit. I knew they would come, particularly his wife, Maria because I hinted that there was a new lady in my life. Twenty years younger than her husband Maria has used her match making skills on me to no avail and has not given up by any means. She is bound and determined that I marry and I am her only failure. They stayed at my home while he created Laura's special room and as a bonus I enjoyed Maria's gourmet cooking. The mosaic mural floor Miguel created was a replica taken from photographs of an actual and intact Roman fresco. The original dates to Pompeii 1st A.D. and the photos were courtesy of the Archaeological Museum of Naples. The imported bathtub is carved from polished pink granite. It is large and deep enough to allow four people to soak comfortably at their leisure. The twin faucets are cast in solid bronze and shaped in the graceful heads of swans. The tiles on two of the walls are red, cream and cornflower blue in pattern pleasing to the eye. They compliment the mosaic mural of the floor. I permanently removed the toilet and tub-shower making Laura's granite bath tub the centerpiece of the room. I built hidden cabinets into one of the walls. They were designed to look like ornate paneling and they will open outward if one knows where to push. When I walked into the bedroom Laura was modeling the pearls in front of the mirror. Her slim naked form was a delight to my eyes. This was the first time that I had ever seen her completely naked in the flesh, only in my dreams. My little dove was exactly as I saw her then, right down to her smooth and hairless Mons pubis. My god I couldn't wait to taste her little pussy. Socrates was lying on the floor watching her and his tail was thumping vigorously on the wood floor. I sent him out of the room while receiving an indignant snort and a dirty look. I walked up behind Laura and caressed her firm, flat stomach with my hands while I nuzzled her neck with my cheek. Fresh from the shower Laura smelled like ivory soap, vanilla shampoo and peppermint toothpaste. "The pearls are a gift for my future wife and they are for you, little dove. I picked fresh peppermint leaves and they are in the sack on the hallway. Tear and crush them before putting them into the bath. I want to shower first and brush my teeth and then I will join you. You will find candles in the cabinets and I have so much to tell you." Laura had dimmed the lights and lit the candles. The infusion of mint scented steam rising from the tub was wonderful. I climbed in next to her and Laura put her arms around my neck and kissed me long and deep while probing my tongue with hers. I returned her kisses and matched her passion. We had waited for so long for this and Laura was kissing me all over and her hands were everywhere. I caressed her firm young breasts feeling her nipples harden at my gentle touch. I probed her flower with my fingers bringing her just to the point of orgasm. Then I entered Laura from behind, thrusting and probing her with my manhood. Laura's precious virgin blood was now mingling with the mint of the bath water. I brought Laura her first orgasm with mine following immediately after. I held her for a time, neither of us speaking, soaking and enjoying our moment. Laura spoke first. "Do you want to know how I knew it was you when you abducted me?" "Please tell me, my love." I answered, kissing her sweet mouth. "When you put your hand between my shoulders and started talking. "Then you didn't see my face? At least I got that part right my love." "No, I didn't see your face, just your blue eyes and that was enough. When you started talking to me that was the clincher. Nobody I know talks like you do, so dramatic and romantic." "Then you think I talk funny is that it?" I asked, teasingly. "I didn't say that. I meant dramatic plus romantic and sometimes poetically old fashioned. I want to tell you for the rest of my secret, sweetheart." Laura said, snuggling closer to me in the tub. I leaned forward to turn on the hot water to reheat the tub while she continued. "I knew you and I were meant for one another even before you walked into the store. I saw you in my locket and Socrates too." "Do you mean your shell locket, Laura?" "Of course, there are mirrors are in my shell locket" My beautiful lady replied. "Show me your locket, and then I will show you mine secret, little dove. We toweled each other off and went to our bedroom. She opened her locket and as she said it had to mirrors in it. Laura told me that she found it at the beach when she was a little girl and that her mother didn't know that it existed. I told her everything about my mirror, our mirror including about the doves, hence my pet name for her, "little dove". Laura found this so sweet that she started crying....happily of course. It was a pleasure to hold my love and to kiss each salty/sweet tear away until she stopped. I didn't stop at her tears...I kissed those her luscious lips. Those same lips that I was destined to kiss mine from the moment I first saw my love. Working my way down to the base of her throat I kissed her beautiful breasts, perfectly round and full breasts with rosy pink areolas and slightly darker pink nipples. I was not content to merely kiss her nipples. I licked them making her moan and coo while feeling them harden in my mouth as I sucked on them. I made my way down to her flat taut stomach. I could smell her sweet musky arousal along with subtle hints of the remaining essence of peppermint from our bath. I rolled her onto her back and then parted her swollen pink pussy lips to get to her flower... her sensitive little clitoris. I licked and sucked while probing her with my tongue until I had her squirming and moaning with pleasure. My sweet lady tasted like nectar & ambrosia, the legendary sustenance of the gods. As Laura's orgasm washed over her she was bucking and squirming much to my delight. She managed to pull the fitted bottom sheet partially from the bed and all the pillows ended up on the floor. I lay down on my back next to her and she rolled over on her side and put her head on my chest. "David, what are we going to do about my mother now that she knows?" "Nothing, she can't touch your money because that was taken care of months ago. You are more than capable of handling Candice now, my love." "Do you think that the detective will cause us any more trouble? "No and there is no longer a reason to keep you secluded on the property. It has just occurred to me that I have never taken you out to dinner. As a matter of fact I have never taken you anywhere except for here. Why don't you get dressed and fix your hair for me. Then we will go into town for you to apply for your learner's permit, the first step to get your Driver's License. Afterward we can go out to dinner; I was thinking Thai-food." "Can we go dancing after, sweetheart?" She asked while snuggling closer. "That is a great idea. There might be a band at the Gun Smoke and it will give me the opportunity to show you off." An hour later Laura was downstairs ready to go and she looked like a dream. My little dove had put her hair up in an elegant French twist for me, all the better to take it down later my dear. She was wearing a form fitting red dress with black fishnet stockings, semi-high heels; the works. Laura's peaches and cream complexion was makeup free and when I took both of her hands in mine to kiss her she smelled like mint toothpaste. I was so proud of her. Oh how I loved my little dove.......... Our dinner was out of this world. While she never had Thai before Laura enjoyed the two hot & spicy dishes that I ordered for myself. The others to share were mild to introduce her slowly to the Thai- fare. As for dancing afterward....well, compared to her I had two left feet while my Laura was incredibly graceful and light on hers. I definitely would have to do something about that....practice, practice and more practice....when we alone at home. On the way home we stopped for coffee and shared a slice of pie in a cozy little out of the way all night diner. We sat close together in a corner booth like teenager on a first date. Perhaps my little dove was a little naughty with her hands while we shared blueberry pie flavored kisses. Perhaps I was as well.....I kept on stealing the hairpins out of her French twist trying taking her hair down. We had just pulled onto the North Road entering my property. Laura had me stop the Jeep and then she was all over me. "David you know you want me to suck on your cock and I never done it in a Jeep." "You never did one anywhere, little dove." "Stop teasing me. You couldn't keep your hands off of me in the diner" She replied trying to pull my zipper down. "I couldn't keep my hands out of your hair, Laura so stop pouting" And then I kissed those full, pouting lips. "These pouting lips want to suck on your cock sweetheart, you tasted me" She cooed. I undid my belt and undid the top button while she pulled my zipper down. Laura went down on me with more enthusiasm then experience, none. Nevertheless it wonderful and with some gentle prompting; "Yes that's right. Lick the entire shaft................Marvelous.... Take your little tongue and lick the entire circumference of the tip..... Very good that feels wonderful...... Start sucking, good..........yes.... that's it...watch your teeth" I warned, lightly cuffing her head. Very satisfied, I just lay back in the seat with my hands buried in her hair while keeping it out of her face. I exploded into her mouth moaning and grunting. Laura tried to swallow all my come, well almost all of it; remember it was her time. She sat up smiling and proud of herself with bits of semen sticking on the sides of her mouth and on her chin. I took my finger and wiped it off with my index finger and then stuck it in her mouth for her to finish all of it. While it was her first time at oral sex it was not her last. Much like the Thai-food it was something that she grew to enjoy and savor. Unlike eating Thai-cuisine every day, sucking on my cock is nothing that she ever gets tired of... A year had passed and Laura decided to meet with her mother on neutral ground. We were formally going announce our June engagement to be followed by a wedding next year on the date of our engagement. Laura wanted her mother to be a part of it and perhaps they could reconcile. I made reservations for us in Saratoga Springs at the Landmark Adelphi Hotel. We planned to spend two weeks there regardless whether Laura's mother came or not. Miguel and Maria also had reservations and would be spending some time with us wanting to finally meet my fiancé. When I introduced Laura to them, Miguel bowed and kissed Laura's hand causing her to blush. Maria scolded her husband for embarrassing Laura and Miguel gave me a sly wink. Maria then made a suggestion "They are serving high tea in the parlor soon. It will give Laura and I a chance to get better acquainted. I am sure you gentlemen are not interested in such things. I am told they serve a very fine lunch at the Saratoga Downs." Of course we followed her orders for we both knew how stubborn Maria could be. After lunch we spent a few hours in the clubhouse sipping brandy and watching the horse races. We never placed a bet, why waste money that way. When we returned the hotel the desk clerk handed Miguel a note. The girls had gone shopping and would meet us in the restaurant at seven and that our suits were laid out for us in my room. Miguel and I arrived early allowing our ladies their planned entrance. They both looked lovely, especially my Laura. Her long brown hair was styled in an elegant French twist. Laura was wearing her pearls with a simple strapless black dress that accented her graceful figure. We stood up and escorted them to their seats. My Laura was wearing makeup. My little dove looked like a cover girl model, Maria's idea no doubt. I loved it, especially how it brought out the green of her eyes. Towards the end of the evening, Maria managed to get me alone. "Laura is a beautiful sweet girl, David and she is perfect for you. We never had children you know and I always wanted a daughter of my own and your Laura is a delight. I have never had such fun shopping. Her taste in clothing is so refined, so very much like my own. Does she take after her mother?" And as luck would have it she asked me this as I was taking a sip of Merlot. "What terrible face you are making, David. Is there something wrong with your wine? At these prices they had better bring us another bottle. The following day was Laura's reconciliation dinner and Maria and Miguel were there for support. We reserved a suite for Laura's mother and new husband retired Detective John Wilson. He was now half owner in the store coming to Candy's rescue and satisfying the final balloon payment. They were recently married earlier in the day before Laura's reconciliation dinner meeting. This was Laura's mother's classless attempt to again upstage and punish her own daughter. As for John Wilson, I am sure that he was not aware of his wife's motives and just went along with things. When we met them at them for dinner John was very presentable in his new pressed suit. Candy's hair was the same and her makeup was as ridiculous as ever. She made her grand entrance in a red, backless dress with layers upon layers of ruffles. There were also an over abundance of artificial fabric flowers sewn on the front. Poor Maria almost choked on her glass of Merlot as Candy walked up to the table. Laura was very gracious about the situation much to her mother's obvious displeasure. Candy dominated the conversation during dinner much too all our displeasure including her husband's. Especially now that John finally had figured out what was going on and he was not happy about it. Nevertheless he had the good manners not to correct his wife in public and the class to wait after their honeymoon and do so in private. After dinner John took me to one side and apologized for his new bride's behavior. He assured me that Candy would also apologize to Laura or else! We shook on it and bumbling or not John was a man of his word. As I learned later on John was a rather decent man. He became very active in the local volunteer fire department and was very good a fund raising, particularly with the charities caring for families and children. That being said, Candice and her new husband didn't spend the night. Embarrassed, John decided to drive to Niagara Falls for their honeymoon.... good riddance Candy, and thank you, John. Afterward I tried to comfort Laura as best I could. I realized that with all my woodworking skills there is one thing I can't fix... a broken heart. I gently suggested that Laura should talk to Maria.................. On the day of our wedding, retired Detective John Wilson gave away the bride while Maria was the Matron of honor. Candy wore a simple blue dress, tan stockings and black shoes appropriate for the occasion and she was very subdued and gracious. Candy had lost weight and she was wearing a minimal amount of makeup and now had real eyebrows. Although she was still wearing a tad too much perfume I couldn't smell any cigarette smoke on her person because she had quit smoking for her husband. Candy's hair was still blond, except now it was a nice honey blond and styled in chin length bob with long blunt bangs. God bless her husband...there is someone for everyone, and John's secret; a bar of soap and his good right hand. It was obvious that Candy truly loved him though because we could tell by the way that she melted into him when they were slow dancing. Even Socrates had his small part in the wedding as the ring bearer. Our wedding bands were tied with a ribbon to his collar. Maria finally saw me married and had gained a daughter. And I.... eyes like a sea of green, sunlight sparkling on the water, my little dove.... I woke up next to my wife the next morning and lightly touched her beautiful face. While I had just dreamed of the past, I was looking forward to our future together...................