0 comments/ 12830 views/ 0 favorites New Widower Thinks Sex By: Egmont0409 CHAPTER 1 At least four times Jerry White had lost Melba in the mall and once in the car lot when they'd arranged to meet back at the car but he couldn't find it. Melba had a spare set of keys so sat alone until Jerry showed up in a police car. The cops told her Jerry had reported his car had been stolen, with his wife sitting in it. Now Jerry had lost Melba for the last time and returned home from her funeral and the afternoon tea that followed in the church hall. His three kids then lined him up and went at it. "Dad, we're selling this house," Diane said. "It's too big for one person." "You try that Diane and I'll knock your block off. Just because you learned to become a radical at university doesn't mean you'll get away with it with me. I have my old service revolver hidden away. When you arrive with a Realtor I'll plant a bullet through the belly buttons of both of you." "And then you'll go to jail." "But then I get out, don't I? You Miss Busybody don't get a second chance with a bullet through your guts." "Come on dad," yawned Owen. "You know there's no ex-Army revolver hidden around here. Roger and I spent years as teenagers looking for it and found nothing." Roger the quite one said, "Why do you want to retain the house dad?" "My new companion will be comfortable in this house." The family looked at him like imbeciles, mouths hanging open. As to be expected, Miss Bolshie recovered first. "Dad, you're crazy. No one wants a smelly man your age. What are you: sixty or is it seventy?" "I'm not yet sixty. "Bullshit." "How old am I Roger?" "You are fifty-seven," said the senior medical student, "and Diane couples have sex into their seventies and even beyond." "Don't be so fucking disgusting Roger. What the hell do they teach you at med school? Oh god, I'm getting a migraine just thinking about two sixty-year olds banging their wrinkles together." Owen said nervously, "Come on Roger, tell us you're having us on. Sex is for young people." Roger said, "I hope this doesn't really give you a migraine Diane, but two weeks ago we visited a home for the elderly to learn about their special needs in health care. The manager said they usually have on average three or four guys in their eighties who molest care-givers including registered nurses and some of the women actually bend over for them." "Oh god. They can hold an erection at eighty-plus?" Roger said, "Yes and ejaculate." That knocked the stuffing out of Diane. She lay on the couch holding her head and moaned. Jerry asked indignantly, "What the hell have eighty-year olds got to do with me? And for you information I'll take in a younger woman, hopefully a sex-slut." Owen said, "For fuck sake Diane, stop throwing a Hollywood and sit up. We should be talking about trying to get dad institutionalized as being mentally unbalanced." "Listen you punk," Jerry said quietly. "You keep changing your jobs and your women, dropped out of university and have being convicted twice for drunk driving. Your judgment about my mental state is as unreliable as your judgment in choosing women. Get off my case, will you. God you lot, you never were successful at holding a family conference even when your mother was here attempting to keep you on track." Smarting at being called a punk and exposed as a loser, Owen warned, "Talk to me like that again dad and I'll knock some sense into that old head of yours." "Excuse me for a minute guys," Jerry said. "There's something I want to show you." When he'd gone Owen said, "Fuck I thought he'd be convinced by us to sell the house. Then we could have hit him for big loans." "Well count me out on that bid you two," Roger said. "Dad's given us a valid reason for staying on here. As for having him certified Owen, if he counter-claims and have you examined it will be you who'll be put away." "Very funny," Owen scowled. "Christ why do we have to have parents; they're such a pain?" "If dad lives with a young teenager he'll be soon joining mom," Diane said. "I really don't want that to happen." They stopped talking, hearing their father walking back along the passage. "Now about those threats you are making against me Owen and Diane?" Jerry said, pushing .45 caliber bullets into his ex-Army revolver. "Oh fuck!" Owen said. "The old man has lost it." "That's bullshit Owen. Remain calm." "Thank you Roger. Does anyone else have anything to add?" "I-I be g-glad for you to s-stay in this h-h-house dad. Oh please, don't shoot Owen." "Thanks for giving me back my home Diane. Owen, pull out your dick and hold it out, standing sideways to me." "W-why?" "If I shoot it off you'll be too distracted to punch me in the head." "I-I'm s-sorry dad. All threats are canceled." "Oh thanks son. Now while I hide this gun away you guys get the drinks out. Diane my neighbors brought in plates of sandwiches this morning. You'll find them in the fridge. I want you to stay and listen how I plan to run my life without interference. Your mother had money of her own and left it all to me but her lawyer will advise you tomorrow the things she has left to each of you. Of the $120,000 cash you mother left me, I aim to give each of you $30,000 of that when you present me a plan how you propose using that money wisely to help push you forward in life." Jerry walked away unloading the revolver. "Damn, dad must be really off his head wanting to fire thirty grand to each of you two," Roger said dryly. "No he's a good guy," Diane said. "Kevin and I will be able to reduce our house mortgage and buy a new freezer. Dad knows the present one leaks. Roger you could reduce your debts and you Owen could buy a plane ticket and leave the country. Dad will go for that like a shot." "Diane, now you are ganging up on me," Owen whined. * * * Jerry's sister Wendy called. "How are you doing champ?" "Fair enough, head above water and all that kind of stuff. I miss Melba." "Of course you do," said the blonde cashier, calling from her father's restaurant. She was having a work break. "But you get on with your life, do you hear. That was a lovely church service today." "Yeah, just as Melba would have wanted." "Um, this is a bit delicate and if you tell anyone I'll have your left ball hanging off my car aerial." "Aw, you're not going to tell me to sell the house." "What, why would I do that? You'll have another woman lined-up and installed before the month's out?" "Isn't that too soon?" "Don't be a wet Jerry. You decide when it's soon enough and no one else. Have the kids gone?" "They left fifteen minutes ago." "Good, now don't get mad with me for saying this. While you're getting yourself organize and get the urge, don't jerk off; give me a call." "Whatever for?" "I'm your sister. You can fuck me." "You?" Jerry thought he could hear teeth grinding. He began sweating. "Oh thank you very much. So I'm not good enough for you. Is that it?" "Wendy, be reasonable. You coming on to me is a bit of a shock. Christ when you've bent over near me over the years I got the hardest of erections." "Really? Oh Jerry, I didn't know you cared. My pussy..." "Wendy, get off my case. Thank you for your very generous offer, not doubt a supreme sacrifice, but I'm not fucking my brother's wife." "God you are hard-hearted. I'll try to find a juicy divorcee for you." "Well thanks Wendy, I best say do your best otherwise two rejections and you'll be biting off my ear." "You were never short of brains Jerry. I'll try to line someone up. Any preferences?" "Yeah, younger than me, will be compatible with me, has her own car and is financially self-supporting, is a good housekeeper and won't steal from me." "Is that all?" "Yeah." "We I was hoping you wouldn't add and likes to fuck. That would be asking too much. Women in that category are unlikely to have many of those other requirements you listed. But then again get a rich housekeeper and you can always fuck me if you become hard up." A few minutes later Wendy finished the call to get back to work, leaving Jerry pleased she'd pushed him. He now had an idea of what he wanted... a good and trustworthy housekeeper who'd like having sex with him. Later in the bath Jerry decided to liven up his act a bit. He'd get in painters and decorators, slap in a new stove and have the bathroom remodeled. Younger women spent most of their time in the bathroom. Oh and a new bed. She wouldn't like the idea of sleeping in the deceased Mrs White's bed. Melba's inheritance from her parent's estate would also be used to buy him smarter new clothes and he'd revert to calling himself Gerald. Er, no he wouldn't. Gerald sounded gay. Two days later Jerry returned to work, having engaged an old friend Art Beamish, a home alterations builder to make the changes, with Art's wife, a home décor consultant, to choose the colors and bring in the painters and decorators and supervise them. He also told Annie to design a bathroom that would appeal to a younger woman but not to go overboard on expensive fittings. "Ah, so that's what this is about, you sexy old dog. Um, in the meantime if you a driven crazy by the need give me a call. I still move my ass great, or so I'm told." Kerry was left wondering if it were Art who told Annie that. Jerry ran a store selling art supplies with seven personnel working on the premises and a saleswoman who visited schools taking reorders and attempting to drum up extra business. Monique the chief clerk who also acted as Jerry's PA followed into him as he arrived and said, "How are you holding up Jerry? I didn't expect you back so soon." "I'm fine. I had to get out of the house." "Look, you're be lonely and there'll be a big void in your home life. I'm not long married but you are welcome to invite me out to dinner and I'll come home with you for coffee and you may seduce me." "Oh Monique, what a tremendous sacrifice that would be for you but I can't although the offer is extremely tempting. You see, I must hold you to your wedding vows and not allow you to slip into adultery." "Aw come on Jerry. This is an emergency." "No it isn't. Look, every since I employed you I look as your ass every day, several times a day, and I think your husband is a very, very lucky man." "Oooh, what a lovely thought. Talking about ass, he hasn't expressed any interest." "Give him time Monique. Remember most women offer it on their guy's birthday." "Oh really? Gosh mom never told me that. Adam's birthday is next month." "Well read up on websites Monique. Give him the birthday present to eclipse all birthdays. He's bound to be aware that other guys get it on their birthday." "Oh Jerry. Thank you for that support. You are a real darling." Jerry almost wept as he watched Monique with her lush body leave his office, knowing that body had come within an ace of being his to plunder. Wendy invited Jerry to dinner on Friday night. Harry greeted him sympathetically, asking how was he holding up, and then slapped Wendy's ass and said, "Isn't that a great ass Jerry?" Embarrassed, Jerry said, "I'm sure Wendy is not at all..." Wendy cut in. "I'm very interested in hearing your comment Jerry and Harry wouldn't have raised the matter unless he were interested in you answer." "Well I really wasn't..." "Shut up Harry. Answer please Jerry." "Well with a finely sculptured ass like that Wendy I can't believe you're over fifty. You leave the asses of many, many younger women for dead." "Oh god," Wendy whimpered, holding on to the table for support. "Have you a thing about your sister's ass?" Harry demanded and a honeyed voice said, "Oh excuse me but I'm unable to sit and wait alone why this stimulating conversation is going on." A blonde in a green suit with excessive make-up, probably she was mid-fifties under the paint, though difficult to tell, but she had a thumper of an ass and her bra appeared to be packing two 20-pounders. What was Wendy playing at, thought Jerry. She knew he liked his women fairly trim. "Jerry, this is a friend of mine, Anita." "Hi." "Wendy should have added that I'm divorced again and looking for a bedmate until I find the next guy to marry." "Well I hope you find a suitable bedmate Anita. Those heavy hangers would pound the life out of a lean guy like me." Needless to say the evening failed to recover from the setback Wendy and especially Anita suffered. On the other hand, Harry thought it was hugely funny and told Jerry later when he was leaving that it would have been the mismatch of the century. Wendy's second and final try was also a mismatch. The woman had a flat chest and Wendy ought to have known he liked two good handfuls. To boot the woman confessed to being a devout churchgoer and with glee Jerry confessed he only went to church for weddings and funerals. "Well I can see we are incompatible," he smirked, and Wendy looked daggers at him as Claudia, shaking so much dropped the salt cellar on to her dinner plate, cracking the plate. Jerry would later find Wendy had gone off him in a really big way after that night. He'd sent her flowers next day and confirmed she's received him when Harry relayed the message, "Tell your fucking brother thank you for the flowers." "Wendy must have known I wouldn't see Claudia and myself as being compatible?" "She did but after she'd tried to recruit a dinner guest for the stated purpose she received nineteen rejections and then up pops Claudia who accepted." "Gosh that's a lot of rejections. Did Wendy allege I had the clap?" "Something almost as bad. Everyone of those other women laughed derisively when told your age." "What did Wendy tell them...that I was seventy?" "No, fifty-seven and there's your problem. Those younger women believe by that age you are set in your ways." "Oh crap. That means I'm a goner. I still can't understand why Wendy was so upset with me. She must have known Claudia doesn't have tits." "It wasn't that Bro. You caused Claudia to crack her dinner plate from our best set and replacements are unprocurable. Wendy has eight people to dinner parties, not seven. No one has seven people to dinner parties. So she now has to limit us to six people at dinner parties and you are to blame." "Damn. Don't women run complicated lives, piling up the complications." Harry laughed and said, "I dare you to stand in front of Wendy and repeat what you just said." Jerry felt bad about this. The only way he was likely to find a bedmate was to pay for one. Yuk. The spent the next three weekends visiting stores specializing in crockery replaces and finally, seventy-eight miles up country, found three plates that matched Wendy's dinner set, purchased them and delivered them to Wendy. She kissed him and next day a bottle of French champagne arrived by courier for him, the sender had signed just 'W' but the address was Wendy's. CHAPTER 2 Jerry sat looking across his desk at the two red-faced women who had been bickering. They were both upset and he let them have it out and was quite surprised how easily they called each other a bitch. He thought women hated the word. A major arts supplier was sponsoring a two-day sales seminar for sales principals and a separate seminar on modern business practice with a line up of notable speakers. Jerry had decided to go to the business sessions and bring himself up-to-date and to take Jessie his field salesperson whose sales figures were awesome for an individual. Then his sales manager Alison thought she should be going rather than Jessie. Alison almost started a fight with Jessie in the lunchroom so Jerry called them into his office to try to sort it out. After the two woman ran out of words in making their submissions to him and engaging in attempting be belittle one another, he said, "Why don't I take both of you?" Well, what a reaction! The two women hugged each other, apologized and then apologized to Jerry and left the room the best of friends again. He called in Monique to make the extra booking. "Single or double accommodation?" "Single, fighting could break out again." "That's unlikely. Usually those two get along very well. I'll try to get Alison into a connecting room with you. I'm aware she's married but I have heard a whisper she puts it around." "No thank you. Put Jessie in that room if you can arrange it." "Jessie? Although she's a divorcee with two kids she won't have anything to do with you sexually. She's only forty-nine." "Well don't bother then. God why did I bother with these seminars." "To upgrade our systems and techniques... that's why." "Oh yes, of course. Oh, bend over my desk and let me at you." "I beg your pardon." "I find you sexy." Monique turned scarlet. "Mr White I know after suffering the loss of your wife I did rather rashly make an offer to you but you rejected me. I'm not in the habit of making repeat offers and anyway, you are far too old for me." "Well thank you Monique. You handled that rather well. I really do feel how a repulsive bug must feel when being squashed." "Mr White... I mean Jerry... I wasn't attempting to make a cruel rejection." "Hush, it's okay. I was out of line. I can't find a good woman who wants me." "Oh Jerry," Monique began to sob. "I'll tell my husband I have to work late tonight. You can take me to early dinner and then have your way with me." "It's not the answer Monique, is it?" She looked at the floor and then looked at him. "No." "I have to find a woman around my age." "Yes. My mom is a widow and may be prepared to take you on. She'll probably be too sexy for you but there always has to be a downside within any relationship." "That's very profound of you Monique but look leave it. I'll have to think about paying a woman to live with me." "Well you could get a young woman if you pay enough and don't mind tattoos, drugs, the clap and deception." Jerry frowned, thinking that comment also was profound. "Oh why did my wife have to die?" Monique burst into tears. * * * Jerry was unpacking his bag in the hotel room when there was a knock on the connecting door to the next room. He opened it and Jessie said, "Hi." "Hi. Come in and pour yourself a wine while I finish unpacking." "You pour the wine. I unpack for you." "You might find a gun." "Or condoms. I'm a big girl Jerry." Jerry poured the wine and said he truthfully could say he had no idea who was in that connecting room. "Actually it was Alison's room. She almost had a fit when she saw the connecting door. We knew you were in that room. She said if her husband found out there would be a big row because he was such a jealous swine." "She used that term?" "Yes." "So you two swapped rooms at her insistence?" "No, I made the offer." "But why?" "She's a friend and I didn't want her to get offside with her husband." Jerry asked carefully, "And there is no other reason." Jessie blushed and said, "I haven't had sex for quite some time." Without hesitation Jerry said, "Yes, I'm interested. It was very brave of you to say that." "Brave or foolish. It's a matter of perspective. Do you enjoy sex?" "Yes, I love it." "Are you good at it?" "I believe so." "Oooh, aren't I landing on my feet. Do you want to kiss me now?" "What is the arrangement you have with Alison?" "She's gone shopping. I said I wanted to rest and she suggested we should call when we wanted to make contact and reminded me you'd said we should meet at the bar at 7:00 for a pre-dinner drink and then go to dinner together unless any of us had other preferences." "That's a business-like arrangement. Before I kiss you there is something I must say. I'm eight years older than you." New Widower Thinks Sex "Don't you think I'm aware of that?" "Well... yes, I supposed you had worked it out." "When did you last have sex? There is no need to answer." "Two night before my wife had her fatal heart attack." "Well this could be difficult for you. I'll try to be understanding." "Thank you." Jerry looked carefully at the green-eyed brunette who was almost his height with breasts somewhat bigger than two handfuls. She was thickening at the waist but he'd noticed on other occasion her ass still looked shapely and her legs were good. He rather liked her direct manner. She was easy to relate to and to converse with. The black suit she wore was a beautiful fit and great quality. As a package she rated very highly. She was sitting on his bed so he walked over, rested a hand on the knee of her crossed legs and noticed her hold her glass out of the way. He kissed her. There was no fuss, no adjusting angles. Just a long kiss and then her mouth opened. Melba had disliked tonguing. Jerry hesitated and suddenly found his tongue sucked into Jessie's mouth and their tongues wallowed around sending delicious sensations into his groin. They kept at it. She pulled his hand down on to her breast and she unzipped him and as they drew apart breathlessly from the tongue routing he blinked as he watched Jessie deliberately pull up her skirt and open at the knees. She wasn't wearing panties. Never in his life had he encountered a woman not wearing panties, er not knowingly encountered without panties. Jessie had his dick in her hand. "I don't want to let this lovely guy go but we have time for a quickie and to get ready before we go down to the bar. Move forward and allow me to guide you into my lovely shaven pussy." God, pussy was completely bald. Mind whirling Jerry felt his dick thickening. He wondered if being a younger woman she might find him too big for her, but it went in with ease. "Oh god Jerry, this feels so wonderful. Welcome to your new home for the next couple of days or a bit longer if you wish." "Oh lovely Jessie. You are so gorgeous," Jerry said, noting she'd not said how much longer. She smiled and pulled her breasts out for him. They went at it. He was quite supple for his age, regularly riding at least a hundred miles a week on his road and his off-road bicycles. Jessie came first. Her face, neck and across her breasts turned red, she groaned and panted and as she was subsiding she felt Jerry thicken and said it was okay, to come inside her. Still standing to grind her he yelled in triumph and blasted into her and kissing her said, "You really are a great fuck and have a very attractive body." "I'm a little too plump." "To me you are just perfect." They showered and changed and went down together to the bar and met Alison. She took one look at them and said, "You too have been doing it." Jerry was about to snap what the hell was Alison talking about when Jessie said, "Yes and it was great. Please Alison, don't allow what Jerry and I might do in private spoil the relationship of the three of us." "I suppose you want to give Jessie my job," Alison said. "Alison, as Jessie just asked, please don't allow this development to spoil our working relationship. You are good at your job and it's yours for as long as you want it. Now please hug us and say let's continue to be friends." Alison kissed Jessie and said yes they should all continued to be friendly and kissed Jerry and said she was pleased for him and then wiped her eyes and said to the bartender, "Three champagnes please; make that French Champagne." Jerry took Jessie to bed later that night. When she'd come to him nude he'd jumped up and kissed her deeply, she rubbing her lower body over his very ready dick. "You may go slower this time," she said, kissing his eyes. "I must if I'm to learn about you body and then move on to learn your preference." "Oooh." CHAPTER 3 Jerry's kids arrived at 11:00 for lunch and had been requested to come armed with their business plans to justify being given $30,000 each in addition to the bequests they'd had received from their late mother. "Dad, me first." "Okay Owen." "He's a copy of the investment certificate showing where the money I received from mom lies. Here is a copy of an email of a girl I know who returned home to Ireland late last year. Kathy had no regular boyfriend over there and says her father who had a small business is willing to teach me to become a stone-mason as I have decided I'd like to help repair old historic buildings. Read the email; he says it's okay for me to live in the house with Kathy and he knew we had lived together for eight months during our time together here." "Very well, I accept that plan." "Dad, Kevin and I intend reducing our house loan with your money and buying a new fridge." "Oh good Diane, that fridge leaks and is so old is will be uneconomical to run," Jerry said. "Dad, like Diane I have no plan on paper. I have paid off my debts with some of mom's money and will put your money with the remainder of her money to purchase an investment property. It is enough money to ensure I get a great income to continue to finance my medical studies without me having to grind away at nights working at things and in places I don't like." "Well all those plans please me. Here are your checks." Roger and Owen thanked him and shook his hand and Diane kissed him, thanked him and said, "What now for you dad?" "Well let's lunch at a restaurant where there is someone waiting to meet you." His sons looked blank and Diane was on to him. "You've met her dad?" "More than met it. We are in love." Diane threw herself at him and hugged and kissed him. "I'm so happy for your dad." Owen asked, "Is she younger than me?" "She has a daughter finishing a master's in Geography at University who also has her pilot's license and is a mountaineer and a the older one is twenty-eight and is working in a hospital as a doctor." "Then she's about fifty, perhaps younger," Diane said. "Aw my pals are meeting to go to football." "Give me your check Owen and I'll rip it up. I want you all to meet Jessie." Roger asked, "What's her surname?" "Beaumont." "Then her son is fairly recent graduated doctor of Tony Beaumont..." "Yes his name is Tony." "... who's in the top ten male marathon runners in this country." "I didn't know that but I know he runs and has trophies. His sister has won three major beach beauty contests according to her proud mom." "Huh? Come on folk, let's go to lunch," Owen said, leading the way to Jerry's SUV. "So is this girlfriend of yours beautiful dad?" "I rather not say anything about her Diane. She'd putting herself on show to see how acceptable you guys find her. She's very nervous but I don't want to pre-empt anything. She'd want you guys to make up your own minds." "You have been really good to us all from the day each of us were born dad. I will try to make this easy for her without being too obvious." "Guys you are to be gentlemen and don't make it hard for Mrs Beaumont." The guys said yes to Diane. "She'll be wanting us to like us." "How do you know that?" "Christ Owen. You are so dumb. How the fuck will you to find your way to Ireland?" He grinned and said, "Stop that foul language Diane. You're making dad nervous and you are skitterish yourself." "Pull over dad." "What is it Diane." "I won't be a minute." Diane went into an arcade and returned with a lovely bouquet. "That is very kind of you Diane," Jerry said. "Oh I almost forget. Clem and Lucy will be there with their mom. We are to meet the whole family." Roger said quietly, "When's the wedding?" Diane gasped, "Of course, this is what this is about. You two have an announcement to make." Jerry shifted uncomfortably in the driver's seat. "Christ, here was I thinking Jessie was the one with intelligent children." Everyone laughed until Owen asked, "Do we have to call her mom." "God, why weren't you throttled at birth Owen. Dad do you want me to drive." "No I'll be okay. Just calm down please Owen. Tell us about your Ireland visit." * * * The lean and sensitive-looking guy at the table set for seven stood early. The great looking babe beside him flashed very white teeth and Diane and Roger would have seen she'd inherited her beauty mostly from the older woman beside her. It was unlikely Owen's thought process followed such a route. "Hi guys," Jerry said and waving a hand proudly said, "This is my family: Diane, Roger and Owen. Nearest me is Jessie, then Lucy and Clem." "It's lovely you all could come," Jessie smiled, moving down a place. "Owen why don't you sit between Lucy and me, Roger you sit between Lucy and Clem and that leaves you sitting next to me Jerry." "Mrs Beaumont, may I present you this bouquet from my two brothers and myself. Our understanding you are responsible for getting dad up and running again." "Oh darling, Jessie said, standing and kissing Diane. "Now you guys no more of this Mrs Beaumont. I'm not ready to get old. It's either Jessie or Hey You." Owen roared with laughter, making everyone else laugh, sat down and kissed the surprised Lucy on the mouth. As soon as Roger sat Lucy turned his face towards her and kissed him, taking her time about it. A moment's silence followed until Clem said to Lucy, "I've never seen you kiss a guy you've just met like that." "Well I feel attracted to Roger," Lucy said, moving closer to Roger who appeared to be spinning in orbit. Jessie patted Owen on the arm and whispered so only Owen, Jerry and Diane managed to hear, "Don't scowl darling. It's probably only a ten-minute flirtation." Everyone listened while Jessie gave a potted history of herself and her family and how her husband ran off with his personal assistant who was now pregnant for the second time and crying her career was ruined. "Good job; how the fuck could he leave a stunner like you." Owen said. The others in the White family hung their heads but lifted them in disbelief when Jessie leaned over and kissed the pig and Lucy clapped and cried, "Well said Owen." Jessie continued. After Mrs White's death I began to have feelings for your father. I'm not sure whether you know but I work for him as a salesperson." "Our best sales performer by far," Jerry said proudly. "Well your father, our sales manager and I went to a convention and as soon as I settled in at the hotel I thought it's now or never and went to your father's room and made my play. We ended up having sex." Diane wriggled in embarrassment, Roger said, "Good god, so soon after mom's death, Lucy said "God mom, you never said anything to me but at the same time some things ought to be kept secret." "I reckon it's great," Owen said, patting Jessie's cheek. "I bet there's no other woman around with the guts to tell the two families at their initial face-to-face meeting that she'd the one that put a smile back on dad's face by fucking him." The drinks arrived, allowing everyone except Owen who though he was having normal conversation to get over the vivid image that his outburst had left with them. Jerry performed the White's potted history and was rather dry until he said, "We known for sure Owen in a White but were haven't found which of our forebears he mostly takes after." "He could be quite nice once one gets to understand him," Lucy ventured and Diane piped up and said that was a beautifully sensitive comment Lucy." After mains Jerry tapped his glass and called for quiet. "I wish to announce that Jessie and I have agreed it would be desirable for us to marry. Now I call for any objections or cautions or requests on points of clarification, starting with you Diane." Diane: No. Clem: No, let it happen. Rex: No, I'm with Clem. Lucy: No objection; I can't wait for it to happen. Owen: Look after him Jessie and keep a foot on the brake; you have the look of a real goer. Standing, Jerry said, "Well then, you all agree what happens, happens?" The yes came as a ragged chorus. Jerry pulled out a small box and dropped to a knee and asked Jessie would she marry him and of course she said yes (she'd picked the engagement ring). The two families clapped and Jessie and he went a\round the table to show the ring and to be congratulated. Jerry had ordered champagne and that arrived. The gathering continued for another hour with one unusual pairing in the group dynamics taking place. Diane changed places to sit between her father and his fiancée and the two women seemed to excite one another, leaving Jerry to top up wine glasses. The two doctors pontificated together and Lucy had pulled Owen closer until he was almost in her lap and their conversations, led by Lucy, appeared to be entirely related to sex and only Diane saw Lucy pull Owen's hand on to her lap and then pull the table cloth out over her lap. When everyone was leaving, Lucy and Owen left together and were not seen again for another three days. Owen delayed his departure by a week to attend his father's marriage to Jessie and the next day at the airport Lucy, hugely in tears, began learning the lesson that some men are real bastards. He promised to return for her in three months but never did THE END