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Reflections Ch. 01

By: DG Hear



This is a story about an older man reflecting on his life. It could go in several different categories. I'm posting it in chapters due to the length. I hope you stay with me on this one. Thank you to Estragon for editing it and making it a much better read.

Chapter 1

I needed a few minutes to be alone. I went into the office at the church to reflect upon my life. I have had plenty of ups and downs in my life and made a lot of mistakes. I also did some things right. I'll tell you a little about my life.

I just turned sixty-five a few months ago and my life was like a ride on a roller coaster. My name is Bud Brown. I was born and raised in Ohio, just outside of Cincinnati. I come from a very wealthy family. Our family made our riches in real estate. My ancestors owned thousands upon thousands of acres of land. It was passed down through the years and most of it was eventually sold off, but before it was all gone our family was rich.

I have a step-brother, Bob Jr., who is five years older than I am. I also have a step-sister Edie, who is three years older than I. Dad married his first wife when he was nineteen after she got pregnant. He tried to make it work and they even had a second child.

According to Dad, she married him because of the family name. When I was older Dad had told me he wasn't sure he loved her but he married her because he wanted to do the honorable thing. He said he would never know for sure, since she died in childbirth with Edie due to complications.

That's when Dad met Mary, my future mother. He hired her as a nanny for my siblings. It wasn't long before he had fallen in love with her and they got married. I was born within the year. They didn't have any other children.

I always got along with my brother and sister. I didn't think of them as step-siblings. As Bob Jr. would always say, "I was just a brother from a different mother."

Growing up I never did without, but my parents wanted me to know the value of a dollar. They didn't just throw money at me. I went to the city schools; received a good education, and eventually went to college.

A little about Bob and Edie. They both went to college and upon graduating Dad opened up a new land development and brokerage office for each of them. One was in Kentucky and the other was in Indiana.

They each eventually got married and had children of their own. They're grandparents now. Mom and Dad both taught family values to all of us. I guess I didn't listen too well to that part of my upbringing.

When I asked Dad what he thought I might be doing in the future he would always smile and tell me we would talk later. Dad and I were like best buds. In fact as far back as I can remember he always called me Buddy instead of Bud.

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A lot of readers might have a hard time relating to my life but believe me when I say all people, rich and not, want to meet that special person. Money can buy a world of sex but can't buy love.

I dated in high school and college, and could have had just about any woman I wanted; believe me when I tell you I've been with a lot of women. I became infatuated with many of them but I can't say I ever really loved any of them. I knew many dated me because my family was extremely wealthy and I always bought them gifts.

I would tire of one after a while, and go on to another. I need to tell you up front things that you may not like about me. I was a user of women but I always paid them well, gave many generous gifts and never hurt them personally.

I'll tell you about a few of the women I've been with to give you an idea what kind of life I've led. I'll pass the high school fucks and go straight to the college women.

We'll begin with the fraternity parties. It's a fact that most any woman who attended these parties knew what the outcome would be. They would get fucked, sucked and past around. Any woman that I shared with others I would rarely date on my own.

As a freshman it was like I was in sin city heaven. Every weekend there was a party. I promised my Dad that I would try my best in college and I did keep that promise.

I went to college year around, to get through early. I studied my ass off all week long, racking up the midnight hours, but Saturday was my party night and I needed Sunday to rest up.

I never considered myself as a hunk, but I was a reasonably good-looking guy. I stood 6' 2" and weighed two hundred pounds. I played sports in high school but didn't really excel. Just one of the regular players. I did use the exercise room and the gym to keep in shape.

Back to the weekend parties. I drank beer, even though I was underage, but did my best not to get drunk. I would meet a girl at the party and before the night was over we were having sex. It wasn't in some back room but right there in front of everyone.

The girls would do wet t-shirt or some dirty dancing and I have to admit for a young guy like me it was really hot. Most girls were older than I was but age didn't seem to be a problem.

I usually stayed with one girl a night at the party. I think for the first few months I thought I was in love with every girl I was with. I would be with a girl for a few weeks and the next thing I knew she was fucking someone else.

One weekend when I was home I actually talked with my dad about women and how did he know Mom was the right one?

"Buddy," he said, "there's infatuation, there's lust and there is love. Lust you feel from your lower regions, if you get what I mean. Infatuation is thinking you really care for someone but not really knowing them. Then there is love, it's a feeling you get after knowing someone and feeling it in your heart.

"You'll know when that happens. There won't be much doubt. You will want to be with her and only her. You'll feel jealous when she's around other men. Take your time, and love will find you if it's meant to happen. Until then, make sure you wear condoms." Dad looked at me and laughed.

I had to wonder if Dad was right, but not about the condoms, I did that for sure. I never felt jealousy at these parties. I was now in my junior year and still partying on down. I couldn't believe how often my friends would share their girlfriends. I often shared my dates and it didn't bother me in the least. I never felt jealous and had to wonder if my dad was right.

It was quite well known that my family was wealthy. Some of the women were acting more lovey-dovey toward me. They wanted us to be more of a couple. I did date some of them over the next year for months at a time. I kept wondering about what my dad had said, "was it lust, love, or infatuation?"

I did have feelings for some of these women and they did look damn good. When it came to sex, they were good. Hand jobs, oral and most forms of fucking, they didn't have a problem with. Experience does count, let me tell you.

My biggest problem was I didn't know if they wanted me for me or for my family's reputed wealth. As I said, it got to be well known that my family was wealthy. Dad had mentioned to me that a lot of women would do most anything to marry a man of means. I didn't have much now but I could be quite wealthy in the future.

It just seemed that whenever I dated a girl, they always seemed to be interested in the family background. It pretty much sent up a red flag to me. I would have loved to meet the right woman and have a loving life like my parents seem to have had. I just wasn't sure if it was going to happen.

I'd been dating and partying for years now. In my senior year I met Marlene. She transferred in from another college. Of all places I met her in the library. We seemed to hit it off and as far as I knew she didn't know anything about me.

We talked and I asked her out for dinner. She accepted and we talked about our futures over dinner. She told me she wanted to be an actress. She was taking courses to help her reach that goal. I have to admit she had the looks but she would have to move to Hollywood or New York to get noticed.

I mentioned that my family was in the brokerage business and big in real estate. I would probably be in the family business. I took her back to the dorm after our date. We kissed and I invited her to the frat party on Saturday.

At the party we stayed together. She was surprised to see how open with sex a lot of the people were. By the end of the evening we were making out but she didn't want to have sex in front of anyone else. I did notice that she looked at one of the frat brothers a number of times.

I asked her if she knew Brent and she told me he was in her acting class. I really didn't know Brent all that well and only saw him at some of the frat parties.

Marlene and I headed back to the house I shared with a couple of friends. We each had our own bedrooms. Marlene and I went to my room and I slowly took her clothes off. When I removed her bra and she only had her panties on I had her sit on the edge of the bed. I quickly stripped down to my briefs.

I had her lie back and kissed her. I felt I wanted to take my time and make love to her. I didn't say I loved her because I didn't know. We'd only met a week before, but my loins were stirring.

I sucked on her breasts and especially her nipples. She had her hands wrapped around my head, pulling me down to her. I went from one breast to the other, sucking on her very stiff nipples. She had large breasts and I began squeezing them and she was getting into it, if her moans told the truth.

She moved up on the bed and I slipped off her panties, baring her full mound. She spread her legs as I buried my face in her soft brown mound, rubbing it all over. I slowly lowered my face to the lips of her pussy and spread her lips with my fingers, sticking my tongue into her soft wet pussy with darting motions.

Eventually I put on a condom and got between her legs and we fucked. Damn, she felt good. After a few minutes with me on top she turned over and I took her from behind. I loved it when she pushed her ass up against my hard cock. It wasn't long before I came.

In the weeks that followed she became a little more daring and took off her blouse at the parties. I think she liked the looks of other men seeing her with me. Kind of 'you can see me but you can't have me'. I really didn't mind because she was only intimate with me.

If she wanted to be shared, it would be over for us. It's just the way I felt about the women I dated. While dating them monogamously I wouldn't be with other women and I expected the same from the women I was dating.

At one party she had drunk a lot and got more amorous. I couldn't believe it when she slipped off her shorts and gave me a lap dance naked. She pulled out my cock and it was really hard. I reached for a condom and she told me I didn't need one, she was on the pill.

I thought with my dick instead of my brain as she rode me to a huge orgasm. I knew I had to have filled her pussy up with cum. Looking back I remember her looking over at this Brent guy but didn't think anything of it.

For the next two months we had sex without using a condom. Then one day she told me she was pregnant. When I asked her what happened, she said she didn't know. She even showed me her used pill case.

She asked me if I was going to marry her. I told her I needed a little bit of time to think. She told me how much she loved me and asked me if I loved her. Of course I said I did, but I wasn't sure.

That weekend I went home to talk with my dad. He was very discouraged with me but told me I should do the honorable thing and marry her if I thought I really cared for her.

I graduated two months later and we got married in a small ceremony before she showed any more. She was quite large even then. I was blown away when we found out she was having twins. I was in kind of shock.

I graduated from college with honors and became an associate at my Dad's firm. Marlene thought we would have a lot of money but I told her we would some day, but for now I had to learn the ropes from the bottom up.

My parents did give us twenty-five thousand dollars to purchase a nice three bedroom home. Of course this was back in the sixties. Instead of buying the smaller home, Marlene wanted a bigger one and used the money as a down payment. I was a little aggravated about it but I knew we could make the monthly payments.

My mom was so happy after the birth of the babies. She offered to watch them whenever Marlene needed help, which seemed to be just about every day. No matter what I did, Marlene never seemed to be satisfied. I worked a lot of hours to support my family. I felt a little guilty not being home more often but I was learning all about the company, in which Dad promised me a partnership some day.

A month after the kids were born Marlene went to the gym to work out. She said she needed to get her figure back. After about six months Marlene said she wanted to go back and finish her acting classes in college. She argued that I was always gone and she was staying home with the kids. Even though my mother had them most of the time, it wasn't worth arguing about.

She went back during the day and took acting courses. I honestly couldn't understand why. We lived in Ohio and other than some community theatre there wasn't much else she could do with an acting degree or certificate.

We hired a part-time nanny who watched the kids while Marlene took her courses. All other times Mom was more than happy to watch the kids. Dad and I had a talk. He asked me how things were at home, along with the love life.

I told him I was trying, but Marlene always wanted more. The money I gave her each week to run the household was never enough. Things didn't seem that good for a couple that was married less than a year.

Dad was always honest with me and told me I should have a blood test done to make sure Mike and Lisa were my kids. They didn't have the quick DNA at the time. I was pissed at Dad for suggesting it but I knew he was right.

I had the tests done and they came back stating that the twins were my kids. I was happy and so was Dad. It was then I realized he loved them too. We might not have spent as much time with the babies but we did feel the love.

After that Dad didn't tell me, but he had a friend follow Marlene over the next month or so. I had to go on overnight trips for the company and still worked long hours. Dad did pay all my expenses out of the business and also gave me a pay increase, which Marlene was able to quickly spend.

I have to admit that I probably spent too much time working but I knew that in the future it would all pay off. My dad was going to make me a full partner in the main firm. He told me that some day he hoped that I would be able to take over the main office.

Then the sky would be the limit for me and my family. Many times I tried to explain it to Marlene, but all she could think about was she wanted the money now and she wanted to become an actress. One day she even told me she didn't want to be a housewife. I didn't know what to think.

As far as our sex life went, we had sex pretty regularly when we were both home in the evenings. Marlene didn't seem to be as interested as she was before giving birth to the kids. She didn't deny me sex; it's just that it was rather routine, like the love part had left.

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I want to tell you a little about Marlene's family. She was the youngest of five kids born to Evelyn and Ed Davis. They were a nice middle class family. They got along well with Mom and Dad. It was after Marlene and I got married that they told us that she was their wild child. She always had this idea of being rich and famous.

The rest of the Davis family all lived normal lives. They were all married and the Davis's had twelve grandchildren so far, counting my kids, Mike and Lisa. We would see them once in a while, but Evelyn would go over and see the kids when Mom had them, which was quite often. 

One day I got back early from a trip and Dad called me into the office and showed me the investigator's report. He even had pictures of Marlene with another man. I recognized him right off; it was Brent from her college class.

According to the report, Marlene went to her acting class, and on a number of occasions she went to the motel with this guy Brent. It was a cheap motel off the beaten path and it didn't have a restaurant, so we knew they weren't going out to eat.

The investigator was able to get a couple of photos through an opening in the drapes. There was no doubt what they were doing. I knew I had to confront Marlene with the cheating evidence. Dad and I talked for a while about what my choices would be. I knew there would be a divorce, I had no doubt there, but I needed to have a plan for the kids. I took the folder and had tears in my eyes as I left Dad's office.

Dad had mentioned that one of the reasons he didn't give me a higher raise was because he wanted to wait and see how Marlene and I got along. He said he had doubts about our relationship but didn't want to say anything at the time.

I went to talk with my mother. She had the kids and I was happy to see them. Mom told me that Marlene said she had a special practice and would be home rather late and asked her if she could keep the kids for the night. I had this gut feeling that she was with this Brent guy.

I mentioned to Mom what Dad had found out and that I would be divorcing Marlene. Mom had tears in her eyes; she loved the babies. My biggest problem was the kids. There was no way I could take care of them full time and work. I sure wasn't going to give full custody to Marlene and her lover.

Mom loved the kids like they were her own. Eventually they called her Nana and my Dad, Papa. Mom and I talked for a while and she said I could move back into their house, which was really huge, and she would help raise the kids. I decided to go see our family lawyer and seek out my options. I got home late that night and the house was still dark.

It was three in the morning before Marlene arrived home. To see me sitting there on the couch was more than a huge surprise.

"Bud! What are you doing home? You said you wouldn't be home till tomorrow." I could tell she was extremely nervous.

"This is tomorrow. I suggest you sit down; we have a lot to talk about."

"Bud, it's late and I need a shower and I'm dead tired. Can't this wait until morning?"

"No it can't. Sit your cheating ass down in that chair right now or get the fuck out of my house!"

She was scared, nervous and also mad. She did sit down and asked, "What the hell is wrong with you? Are you drunk? You have no right to talk to me that way, besides this is as much my house as it is yours."

"That's yet to be decided," I said to her. She didn't say anything about the cheating.

"Marlene, here's what I know. You're a cheating whore wife." She got ready to say something and I told her to just shut up and listen. She could talk all she wanted to in a few minutes.

I told her that I knew she was having an affair with her old friend Brent. I wanted to know when it started. I made sure she knew that we were getting a divorce. If I felt she would tell me the truth, she would get off a lot easier than if she lied to me.

I let her know her options up front. I was going to ask for custody of our kids. We would be moving back to Mom and Dad's house and the kids would be raised there. If she cooperated she and her parents would have visiting rights to see the kids.

If she lied to me or tried to fight custody of the kids I would take her to court and show her infidelity to her family and friends. I opened my folder and took out pictures of her going into the cheap motel, arm-in arm with Brent. I showed her a couple of more pictures of them having sex in the room. I even told her she should have closed the curtains better.

She sat in the chair slumped over. She knew she was caught in the act and it was on more than one occasion. I told her I had most of the answers but I wanted to hear it out of her mouth. "When did this affair begin?" I asked. "You wanted to talk, so now it's your turn. If I catch you in a lie, I'll kick your ass out of here tonight."


Reflections Ch. 01



I was surprised that she looked me straight in the face and I believe told the truth.

"I knew Brent before I even met you. He was my boyfriend. The problem between us is that he was broke. He got a grant to help pay for his acting classes but I wanted more. When I met you I heard you came from a wealthy family."

"So, you went with me for the family finances. Why did you get pregnant?" I asked.

"It was a mistake. I missed a few pills but I didn't think it would make a difference. When I got pregnant I had to choose between you and Brent. I chose you."

"You chose me because of the money. Do you even know if they are my kids? Maybe they belong to your lover Brent or maybe some other guy you were fucking."

She looked at me and said, "I've only been with you and Brent. I have no reason to lie now. As far as the kids go, I don't know whose they are. Do you still want them?" She gave me an awkward grin.

"I never told you but I had blood tests done shortly after the kids were born. Mike and Lisa are my kids. So, here's how it's going to go unless you want to fight me in court.

"I'm taking custody of the kids. Like I said, your family is welcome to come and see them whenever they want. You cannot take them anywhere unless your mother is with them. I don't trust you at all. You will get neither child support, since I'll have the kids, nor will you get any alimony."

She spoke up. "This is a fifty/fifty state. I get half of all the assets. It's the law."

"You're correct. Unfortunately we don't have much in finances. You put it all in the house or spent it. I am giving you more than half our assets and that's being very generous. We each will have our own vehicle and our own payments.

"I'm giving you this house and all the furnishings, seeing you bought most of it with our savings. I'll be taking my personal things as well as the things that belong to our kids, or that we bought for them. The rest is all yours."

"I can't afford the house and car payment! You need to give me some alimony so I can survive."

"You should have thought about that before you went back to your lover. My lawyer will have the papers drawn up by this Friday. I suggest you sign them or we'll be going to court where your whole lurid affair will come out.

"I'll sleep in the guest room tonight and tomorrow I'll have a moving company here to take mine and the kids' things. You might want to go take that shower now."

"What are you going to tell my parents?" asked Marlene.

"They'll be told that we didn't get along and we are having our marriage dissolved unless you don't sign the papers. As I said, they are welcome to come see their grandchildren most anytime. You can tell them whatever you want."




Thank you for reading my story. There will be 
six chapters in all.

Comments are welcome and appreciated.

DG Hear



Reflections Ch. 02



You may want to read the previous chapter before this one. Thank you to Estragon for editing my story and making it a much better read. 

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The separation and divorce went much better than I had expected. The moving company came the following day and took the kids' things and my personal things to my parents' house.

I'm not sure if I mentioned that my parents did have servants, but my mother did ninety percent of watching the kids when they were there before the breakup. She loved kids and was a perfect grandmother.

Marlene did show up and sign the papers. Our divorce was final in just a few months. Evelyn came over to see my mom and the kids. Mom didn't tell her about the lying and cheating but Evelyn figured it out on her own. She told Mom that she really tried to raise Marlene right but she just went off in her own direction.

Evelyn couldn't believe that Marlene would only come and see the kids twice the first month we were separated. Evelyn herself came over at least every two weeks or so at the beginning but as time passed she came over about once a month.

After a month in the house Marlene wasn't able to make the payments and sold the house and the contents. She got some money out of it since we had such a large down payment. She moved in with her boyfriend Brent into his apartment and according to Evelyn they moved to California as soon as the divorce was final.

Marlene did stop by and see the kids and told them she was going to be a movie star. Of course the kids were only a year and a half old and had no idea what she was talking about.

Rumor had it that Brent was a waiter between small acting jobs. Most were in commercials and magazine ads. They were living off the money that Marlene had gotten from the sale of her property.

She did get some acting jobs but it was nothing like she expected. She got an agent and he explained to her that since she was only in her twenties it would be hard to get her big parts. She did get parts as extras in movies. She got paid the day rate for actors and actresses. She and Brent didn't last two months together according to Evelyn. Marlene came home one day and found Brent with another woman. She kicked his ass out and now lived alone.

I should mention that over the years that Evelyn and Mom stayed friends. She would often tell Mom about how Marlene was doing according to her letters. Whenever she got a bit part she would send a picture of herself.

As for me, I worked hard in the family business but I made as much time as I could for my kids. Once they started school I was there for them. From grade school through high school I did my best to attend any functions that they were in.

My kids and my business were my life. I would often travel two or three days a week. My kids understood that I was there for them and they could call me anytime if they needed me. When I was away I would often call home and talk to them.

Over the years my kids must have been in everything. I went to baseball games, soccer, volleyball, and even to the school plays. Lisa liked being in plays but she once told me she would never leave her family to become an actress. That's when I knew their mother leaving them would be something they would always have to live with.

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The dating scene for me was more like the movie 'Pretty Woman'. I would often use escort services when I needed a woman on my arm for business dinners. I had two main requirements; one the woman had to be good looking and second she had to be smart. There were a lot of college women who were escorts.

I have to say it was hard not to become attracted to many of them. I was probably younger than a lot of their dates and knowing our business had money would be an attraction to a good-looking woman trying to get ahead.

I always remembered my Dad saying, 'lust, infatuation or love'. I think I did my best to stay away from love. As I mentioned many times, having money draws a lot of women but the majority sees dollar signs. I might have missed a few chances at love but I wasn't going to get bitten again.

When it came to sex I had all I could possibly want and with damn good-looking women. I lusted a lot and took care of it. It wasn't surprising what money could buy.

I never dated the same escort more than twice. A couple of times I was afraid of becoming attached. As far as love goes I had my kids and my family. I would take my kids everywhere they wanted to go. Over the years we went to Disney World, on a couple of cruises, zoos, ball games and I even took them to a few concerts. Yes, I had love in my life but it was my kids.

Throughout my life Mom and even my kids asked me if I was ever going to get married again. I told them I would if the right person ever came along but I wasn't going out of my way to find someone.

I did do some dating locally but I never felt what I would have considered love. Even in my late thirties, when I was considered the eligible bachelor, I figured life was much easier without a love involvement.

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Before I go any further in my story I wanted to mention that I did have to make a trip to California on a brokerage deal. It was about a year after the divorce. On my flight over I thought how odd it would be if I ran into Marlene. Well, it didn't happen but I did have a rather odd experience.

I ordered an escort for the night. Her name was Sherry and she was both smart and good-looking. I explained what was expected of her at the business dinner and she agreed that it wouldn't be a problem. In fact she was taking up brokerage work in college and maybe I could be of help to her after graduation.

We went to one of the fanciest restaurants in the city we were in and were seated with an elderly gentleman and his wife; they were the other side of the deal, and missed nothing. After a little small talk I saw Sherry look up at one of the other waiters. It wasn't the one serving us. I glanced up and saw Brent staring at Sherry and me.

Sherry asked to be excused for a moment and we stood as she left the table. After a few minutes she came back and joined in our conversation. Everything went well but I was wanting to know how she knew Brent.

After our business meeting we said goodnight to the mature couple; we did get their business. I asked Sherry if she wanted to come back to my room with me. She stared in my eyes and replied, "Yes I do."

When we arrived at the hotel I asked her point blank if she knew the waiter, which of course was Brent. She told me he was her boyfriend and he said if she didn't leave my table that they were through.

"He was an asshole and I was ready to breakup with him anyway. He said he was an actor but all he did was a few commercials and photo-shoots. Besides, you seem like a very nice man and if he didn't like you I think it was him that has a problem."

Sherry and I undressed and we had sex. I could almost call it making love because she was that good and I definitely felt it in my loins. Her body was soft as I rubbed her belly and massaged her breasts. She was one of the few escorts that I went down on. She had this beautiful shaved pussy, which I tongued the hell out of.

We fucked three times that night in three different positions. Actually we fucked twice that night and one more time in the morning. I lay on my back as she rode me. I loved watching her go up and down on my hard cock.

The next morning I told her how I knew Brent and she called Marlene "one stupid woman!" I gave Sherry an extra five hundred dollars and told her to call our firm when she graduated from college. 

I did do something really stupid the next day. I guess it was just something that was eating at me. I had gotten Brent's address from Sherry. They didn't live together. I gave a couple of thugs two hundred dollars each to beat the shit out of Brent.

One guy said, "What if we take your money and leave the guy alone?"

"I guess you'll be two hundred dollars ahead but others will know you aren't a man of your word." For some reason that made guys mad. No matter how low they are they want to be a man of their word.

I went by the restaurant the next evening and even took Sherry as a date, but still an escort. Brent had to stay in the kitchen because someone had beaten him up and the restaurant didn't want customers seeing him. I went to the restroom and glanced in the kitchen and saw he was pretty bruised up.

Sherry told me that he had called her and told her that two guys had stopped by his apartment that day and worked him over. He blamed her for hiring the two thugs. I just acted surprised. "What goes around comes around," I said.

I did have sex with Sherry again that night. It was as good as the night before. I was kind of glad I was heading home because I was afraid I could like Sherry a little too much.

I never went out with Sherry again but she did send me a resume after she graduated from college. I forwarded it to my sister, Edie. She called me and said she hired Sherry as an Associate in the Kentucky office. Over the years I've seen her a number of times but only on business. She is now married with a family of her own.

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I know I'm jumping around on my memories and I apologize for that but I want to relate things to you when I remember them.

When I was nearing forty my dad made me a full partner in the company. He retained the position of President of the company but I was now managing it. Dad was semi-retired but would show up a few days a week just to keep busy.

I wasn't traveling much overnight anymore either. After fifteen years of living half of every week out of a suitcase I was happy to pass the traveling duties to someone else.

I did begin to date some of the local ladies. Most were in their thirties and forties. Most all had been married at least once. It was kind of a sign to me that keeping a happy marriage was much harder than most people think. If I ever married again it would have to be the right woman.

My biggest problem now was that even though these women were very nice, I never felt that special spark. Maybe there wasn't any such thing; maybe it just happened in the movies. I just wasn't going to rush into any relationship. Besides I was rather happy with my life, and a wife would just mix it all up.

I remember my kids shortly after their eighteenth birthday. They were graduating from high school and would be starting college in the fall. My parents and I threw them a big party and they invited all their friends and relatives.

Evelyn and Ed Davis, the kids' other grandparents, called us to ask us if Marlene, the kids' mother, could attend. The kids had only seen her maybe six times throughout the years. They were always polite to her but never called her 'Mom'. I didn't want her ruining their special day so I left it up to them.

"She was our birth mother, Dad. Yes, she's welcome to come to our graduation party. Besides, we want Grandma and Grandpa Davis to attend," said Lisa.

It was one of the last times that the kids ever saw their biological mother socially. She did come back for her parents' funerals a few years ago. Ed died five years ago and Evelyn four years ago. 

I have to say that Marlene still looked good but I had to wonder if she was happy with her life choices. She was now on her third husband and was still doing supporting and group scenes in the movies. I could never get myself to watch any of her movies.

As the party was ending, Lisa asked if she could talk to me alone. "Of course, Honey, you always have my ear. This must be pretty important," I said.

"Dad, Mike and I are worried about you."

"Worried about me? I don't understand, why would you worry about me?"

"You're the best Dad that anyone could possibly have. You have been there for us as far back as I can remember. I can't tell you how many trips you cancelled to come to our activities."

"Honey, that's what Dads do. I wanted to be there for you and your brother. There's nothing that I wouldn't have done for you."

"I know, Dad, and that's why I'm worried. Now that Mike and I are going to college, you'll be alone. Nana told us that you were moving out and getting an apartment."

"I figured a guy in his forties doesn't need to live with his parents. I stayed here so I could be with you kids and when I was away on business you still had Nana to take care of you. I'm just getting my own apartment and it has extra rooms for when you kids come home and want to stay with me sometime."

"Dad, why didn't you get married again? I know that a lot of the women you dated cared for you. There was April, Denise, Helen, Dorothy and Mary. Any one of them would have been a good companion for you," Lisa replied.

"Honey, they are all nice ladies and I'm friends with all of them. First off, I wasn't looking for a wife and second and most important, I wasn't in love with them."

"Did you give love a chance Dad? I just don't want you to be alone. You're too nice a guy not to find that special woman."

"Honey, I promise to be a little more aware of the women around me. If I find the right one, you'll be the first to know. Is that ok?"

"I love you, Dad." She hugged me and it brought a tear to my eye.

In the following months I did move out and into a penthouse apartment. The kids came by and spent the night before leaving for college. They loved my new place. The last thing Lisa said to me was, "Don't forget our talk." I had to laugh.

I did date a few women but like I said, as nice as they were I couldn't see spending the rest of my life with them. If I needed a dinner date when meeting a customer, I decided that, instead of using an escort service, I would take one of our female employees. Especially since it was usually in our home town.

I was always friendly with them and treated them with respect but I never became intimate with them. They always knew it was a business dinner. I didn't want to start any relationships with an employee unless I felt that special feeling.

Since I didn't travel as much I decided to take a business trip to France. Usually once a year my Dad would go there to our overseas associates. Ray and Barb worked in our office years ago. They were moving back to France where Barb was originally from.

They had a talk with Dad about opening up an office overseas and they would run it. Ray and Dad worked out the specifics and made it happen. Dad and Mom would fly there once a year to see Ray and Barb. Dad told me since I was the manager that I ought to go this year.

It would be a four-day trip. Other than just looking at the books it was supposed to be a fun vacation. I'd never been to Paris so I thought it would be enjoyable. It turned out that it changed my entire life.

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Reflections Ch. 03



You may want to read the previous chapters before this one to know what's going on. As always a special thank you to Estragon for his editing and making my story a much better read.

Chapter 3

I arrived at the airport in France along with one of our financial officers and his wife. Max Riley has been with the company as long as I have and we were good friends. I was the best man at his wedding to his wife Deanna. They made a wonderful couple. They also had two kids, both of whom were also now in college.

I remember asking Max if he wanted to go to France and audit a set of books. His wife's reaction made me laugh. "He's not going to Paris without me!" she said.

Actually I was the one that didn't need to go but Mom and Dad told me I would like Paris and it would be good for me to get away for a few days. We took the shuttle bus to our hotel, which was beautiful. Ray and Barb, the office managers, took great care of us in getting our reservations.

It was already evening when we arrived and after checking in to our rooms we dined in the beautiful restaurant. The atmosphere was great. I looked around and saw many couples out for dinner. I tried to figure out which couples might really be together and which were escorts or mistresses.

After dinner we went into the lounge and had a couple of drinks. Deanne looked around at all the French women and said, "Now you can see why Max wasn't coming alone." She had a good point; there were quite a few unattached beautiful women.

I really had to wonder if I might hook up with one of them in the next couple of days. I knew it wouldn't be tonight because I was quite tired from the flight over after a busy day of work.

We headed to our rooms. I figured I'd get a good night's sleep but I wasn't sure about Max and Deanne. I figured they would get a little less sleep than me. It was Paris, after all. 

The phone rang the next morning. It was Ray and he asked if the accommodations were satisfactory. I told him they were and he said he would be by in an hour to pick us up to take us to the office. After I hung up I rang Max's room and passed on the information.

We met downstairs and had time for a French pastry and a cup of coffee. Ray arrived just as we were finishing. We all knew Ray well and said our hello's and headed to the office. Barb was there with open arms to greet us.

Barb showed us around and introduced us to their employees. I do have to say the women looked good. It would only take a half a day to review the books. Ray and Barb always did an excellent job of keeping the books correct. It was just a mandatory review, which we did once a year for everyone's protection.

As I said, it was usually Mom and Dad's vacation to come and see Ray and Barb. This time Max and I came. Barb mentioned that she would take Deanne shopping while us men went over the books. It got a worried look from Max but a laugh from Deanne.

Needless to say there were no problems with the books. At lunch Ray mentioned that he and Barb were going to take us all out tonight. There was to be a modeling fashion show in town. At first I couldn't picture myself at a fashion show but Ray assured us we would love it.

Ray gave us the address and we told him we would meet them in the lobby of the theatre. The three of us arrived by cab and Ray and Barb were waiting for us. This theatre was more luxurious than I had anticipated. There were hundreds of people, many dressed in tuxes and expensive evening wear.

Barb told us that this theatre served a dinner that was to die for and afterwards had a world famous fashion show with some top models. Barb mentioned that they got tickets because some of the models were their clients. Investments and brokerage were their main businesses and they did extremely well.

We were seated and again brought a wonderful meal. The theatre had a runway running down the center. It would be where the models would be showing the latest fashions.

I don't think I mentioned that after that night Max and Deanne said they would like to tour the city. They had bought a tour pass at the hotel, which would keep them more than busy for a couple of days. I hadn't thought about it. I would've liked to see some of the sights myself but I didn't want to be a third wheel.

The fashion show began and I couldn't believe how grand it was. The women were beautiful and the gowns and bathing suits were something else. They even had a few male models in suits and tuxes. All the attendees, like me, got a small order book in case they wanted to order anything.

Ray said the clothes are quite pricey but getting an original from Paris was something most women loved. I didn't have a woman to buy for but Max told Deanne she could purchase any one item. Damn! They made a nice couple. I actually wished I had someone to buy an outfit for.

Each model wore at least three outfits, one being a fancy bathing suit. The models were gorgeous but one in particular caught my eye. She just seemed special to me. I later learned her name was Victoria, and she was stunning, with very long dark brown or brunette hair that went half way down her back.

She also was the last model of the night and wore a wedding dress that made her look like an angel. Her long flowing hair over her shoulders made her look so beautiful. Needless to say, everyone stood up and applauded the fashion show and we retired into another room of the theatre, which was a huge lounge where music was played and drinks were served.

Barb said that it was a greeting room, where you could meet the models and the directors and producers of the show. We were sitting having a drink when the models and the other personnel came into the room. For some reason I was only looking for one model, Victoria.

Ray saw me looking at the models coming in and asked me if I was looking for anyone in particular. I told him not really, not wanting to show my emotions, but I did think the bride was very angelic.

"Oh! That was Victoria. She is one of our clients. Barb, would you mind inviting Victoria to meet our guests?" replied Ray.

I saw Victoria walk in. She had a gray dress on that showed her beautiful shape. I was sure she didn't have on a bra but her breasts stood straight out. They weren't overly big but most definitely in the right proportion to her body. Her long hair draped over her right shoulder.

Barb walked over to her and they looked in our direction. They both smiled and walked toward us. "Bud, this is our friend Victoria." She also introduced her to Max and Deanne.

I wasn't sure about French greeting except what I had seen at a few movies. I took her right hand in the two of mine and kissed the back of it. She smiled at me and said it was nice meeting a gentleman. Her English was good, and her accent was cute.

Ray asked her if she would like to join us. She looked straight at me with her beautiful green eyes. I don't know how I looked on the outside but inside my stomach was queasy. I couldn't believe that any woman could have that effect on me. I thought maybe I had drunk too much, but realized I was still on my first drink.

Victoria smiled and said, "Give me a moment. I need to talk to my friends. I'll be right back." I stared at her as she walked away.

"She's beautiful," said Max. Deanne slapped him playfully on the arm. When she came back we three men stood up and she picked a seat next to me. I slid in her seat, trying to be the perfect gentleman. I couldn't get over how nervous I felt. My God, I've been out with I don't know how many women.

We all talked about the fashion show and I kept repeating how beautiful she looked, especially in the bridal gown. "Do you have someone special in mind who would look good in the gown?" asked Victoria.

"No, I'm not married and besides, I don't think anyone would look as good in the gown as you do." She smiled while thanking me.

About that time they had a band playing music and Ray and Barb got up to dance as well as Max and Deanne. I asked Victoria and she said she would love to.

While we danced at least three slow dances in a row, Victoria told me a little about herself. First off, she told me her friends called her Vicky. I mentioned my friends called me Buddy. 

I'll tell you what Vicky told me about herself, but some of it was while we were dancing and other things over time. She was an orphan. Her parents were killed when she was a very young age. She couldn't remember them. Her father was French and her mother was Irish. That explains the beautiful green eyes.

She was raised in foster homes and while a teenager was sent to a special school for models. She was raised there and even before finishing high school had become a model. She earned money and saved most of it but had to pay for her keep.

She was taught etiquette and the modeling world. She told me it was all she knew. She was now twenty-six and said she had a couple of good years left. After that, models were considered too old for the circuit and did side modeling jobs on their own.

I couldn't believe that a woman as beautiful as Vicky would ever be out of a job unless it would be by choice. Holding her in my arms and smelling her perfume I couldn't get over the feeling in my gut. When we went and sat back at the table I already missed not having her in my arms.

We all talked and drank Champagne. I loved to hear Vicky talk and she had this beautiful accent. I wish I could write the way her voice sounded. As we were all taking a man came up to me and asked if it was all right if he danced with Vicky. Without hesitation I told him "No". I think it shocked everyone, including me.

I quickly corrected what I said and told the man that we were just about to get up and dance. I took a surprised Vicky's hand and we went back to the dance floor.

"What was that all about?" asked Vicky. "Are you a very jealous man? In case you didn't know, I know that man."

"I'm sorry! I've never reacted like that before. It wasn't my place to say who you could or couldn't dance with." I was surprised when all I got from Vicky was a smile and she actually pulled me closer. I was having feelings that I never had before. Was it Paris or just my inner thoughts?

At the table we talked about us being from the US and would be in Paris for a couple of days. Deanne mentioned that they were taking a couple of days to tour the city. She told Vicky that her husband even bought her one of the dresses that the models were wearing.

"That's a beautiful dress you purchased," mentioned Vicky. "Everyone should own an outfit that they bought when visiting Paris. We are the fashion center of the world. Buddy, did you purchase anything from the show?" asked Vicky.

"No, I have no one to give it too." I laughed.

"There was the gray suit that you would look fabulous in. I picture you in that suit with the lavender shirt and the purple tie. You would be irresistible to any woman."

"Does that include you?" I asked laughing. "I'll order it if you promise to take me on a tour of the city tomorrow. You did say you were off the next two days."

Vicky stared at me with her beautiful green eyes and picked up my order book and ordered me the suit along with the shirt and tie. "Pick me up tomorrow and I'll take you for your fitting and then show you some of the sights in our city."

About that time everyone was saying their goodbyes. Ray and Barb had their vehicle. Vicky said she would catch a ride home with her friends and Max and Deanne asked me if I was heading back to the hotel in a taxi with them.

"No, you two go ahead. I'm going to see Vicky home so I know where to pick her up tomorrow. I'll see you two for breakfast in the morning. Have a good night."

"You don't have to see me home you know," said Vicky.

"Yes, I have to. It's just something I feel." We walked out and she gave directions to the cab driver. Before we knew it we were at her rooming house.

"I just rent a room here. I'm on the road sometimes weeks or even months at a time. This is just a place to lay my head and keep my belongings."

I wanted to be with her so bad but I wasn't going to push it. She gave me a gentle kiss and thanked me for seeing her home. After she entered her room I got back in the cab and headed back to my hotel, wondering what was wrong with me. I was already missing her.

I slept well, and got up early and showered and got dressed. I was already at the breakfast table when Max and Deanne sat down. We talked about the night before and what a wonderful time we had. They told me what a beautiful and nice person Vicky seemed to be.

They were surprised that she was going to show me the city since she could probably be with any man she wanted. They thought it might just be business and me buying the suit. I agreed with them but inside my gut I knew better. I felt there was really something between us. I just hoped I was right.

I rented a car for two days and went to Vicky's boarding house. She came out as soon as she saw me get out of the car. I gave her a hug; she looked so damn pretty. All she had on was nice slacks and a white blouse. Her hair was braided and fixed so it didn't go all the way down to her butt.

She was one gorgeous woman. I believe she would look good in anything or nothing at all. I asked her if she wanted to drive, seeing she knew the city a lot better than I did. She smiled and when I asked her why she said, "Most men are too macho to let the woman drive. I really like you. Do you know that?"

I took off my sports jacket and tie. Vicky said we wouldn't be needing it for now as we sped off into the city. First we had to stop at the tailor to get my suit fitted, the one I promised to buy. Vicky went in with me and talked in French to the man. I asked her what she said and she let him know I was a friend of hers and the suit better be perfect.

She went and talked with her friends until the fitting was over. I saw her friends smile at us when we left. "Ok, why were they smiling?"

"They told me I was lucky to find such a handsome man who also was rich."

"It that how you feel?" I asked.

"Yes and no. I'm happy you're a good-looking man with a wonderful personality or I wouldn't be with you. As far as the money goes, I really don't much care. You see I have quite a financial investment myself, but I wouldn't want a man that would have to live off me."

"Buddy," she said (she actually said it with an accent, kind of like "Bud-dee"), "do you have a girl back home?"

"No, I was married twenty years ago and divorced around a year later. I do have twin kids who are now starting college. What about you? Surely there is some guy in waiting for a woman like you."

"I've never had time in my life for relationships. It's mostly work. I've met a few men that I was attracted to but I travel all the time and most men wouldn't care for their wife to be on the road all the time. Maybe I'll find the right person when I stop traveling."

I have to admit she had my heart pumping. I kept thinking what Dad always said, 'lust, infatuation and love'. Could she possible be the one? We really hardly knew each other yet. She made a few suggestions and I told her I'd go wherever she wanted to take me. This first place she went to was the Arc de Triomphe, which is that big arch in that traffic circle you always see in pictures of Paris.

I was happy that she was driving; I don't know if I would have ever gotten us alive out of that traffic. Next came the Eiffel Tower. She parked the car and we went to a sidewalk café and just watched the people. We ordered a light lunch and were getting along pretty well.

A few seats away from us were a couple of young Frenchmen, who kept looking at us and talking in French. I really didn't care for it but all of a sudden Vicky came out with a string of words that I knew weren't nice. I think I caught the word 'fuck' and 'asshole' among them.

She then turned and laid a kiss on me that I will never forget. Talk about French kissing! I felt like I was making passionate love to her right there at the café, when all we were doing was kissing. She looked back over at the two young men and they got up and left.

"OK, I loved the kiss but what was it all about? I was about to take you right here on this table."

"Those two men were idiots. I hate people like that."

"So Vicky, do I get to know what they said? I take it that it wasn't very nice."

"They called you an old man. They say the two of them could do me a lot more good than you could. They then say I was probably with you for your money."

"I get it but what did you say and why the kiss?"

"I told them they were assholes and yes you have money but are a better lover than the two of them put together. I knew because I fucked your brains out. Sorry about the kiss."

"I'm not! That was one of the best kisses I have ever had. I meant it when I said I could have made love to you right here on this table."

We both had a good laugh and then she took me to Notre Dame. It was quite a sight. I remembered back when I saw the movie 'The Hunchback of Notre Dame' years ago.

It was late afternoon when we took a short tour of the Louvre. It was way more than we could see in a day, and way more than I could understand. Vicky took me around to see some of her favorite paintings. We stayed until they asked us to leave since they were closing for the night.

Vicky asked me if I would like to go off the beaten path to a real French restaurant. It wasn't all that big but quite crowded. Vicky talked to the right people and we got seated rather quickly. We had a table for two with a candle lit in the center.

I had Vicky order for us because I couldn't even read the menu. While waiting for our food, Vicky put her arms on the table. I took her hands and held them. I could feel my heart beating and wondered if she was able to hear it.

Our dinner arrived and I hated having to let go of her hands. We talked during dinner. I asked her a question I ask a lot of people. "Where would you like to find yourself in five years?"

I could see her thinking about it. "I'm not sure. If I find the right man I would like to be married and have kids. I always liked kids but never had any brothers or sisters. Hopefully I wouldn't have to work unless I choose because my husband could support me and the children.

"I would like the opportunity to work some on the side but I wouldn't want to travel. I'd want to be home enjoying life with my family. Where do you see yourself in five years, Buddy?"

"To be honest with you, I haven't really thought much about it. I just figured I would go on running the business as my dad is working less. My kids are in college so I haven't thought much about the future."

She really got me to thinking. I would love to find a woman and have a life like she described. It was the kind of life you read about in books. I knew Vicky was getting to me. Was I feeling pangs of love? Does love at first sight really exist?

After dinner it was late, and Vicky drove back to her rooming house. We were standing on her doorstep when she leaned over and kissed me lightly on the lips and thanked me for a wonderful time.

"It was you that did me a favor. I must admit I totally enjoyed our time together. I wish I could see you again tomorrow but I remember you saying you already had plans." I really did want to be with her.

"Buddy, my plans were to go see 'The Phantom Of the Opera' with a friend. If I called her and begged off, would you go with me? She's already seen it twice and was just going so I wouldn't be going alone."

"I'd love to go with you. Just tell me what time to be here. Would you like to have dinner first?"

"I'd love to have dinner first. I'll call you at the hotel in an hour after I talk to my friend." We kissed again and I headed back to my hotel.




Reflections Ch. 03



I entered and went to the desk to let them know I would be expecting a call and would be in the lounge. I spotted Max and Deanne having a drink. I joined them and we talked awhile. They mentioned they were having a great time and asked me about my evening.

"It was really nice. Vicky is a wonderful person. I'm hoping to see her again tomorrow."

About that time a bellhop came to our table letting me know I had a phone call. They plugged in the phone into a jack right there at our booth. This was before cell phones were so popular.

It was Vicky. She told me it was all set and to pick her up at her boarding house at five. We would have time for dinner and the play would be starting at seven. After hanging up I told Max and Deanne that I was going to see 'Phantom of the Opera' with Vicky.

They were surprised because they had tried to get tickets but it was sold out. I told them Vicky already had the tickets and asked me to go. I think they knew me well enough to know I had feelings for Vicky. Even I didn't know how strong they were.



Thank you for reading my story
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DG Hear



Reflections Ch. 04



Thank you to those who are following this story. A couple of chapters to go. Again I would like to thank Estragon for editing this story and making it a much better read. 

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I would like to go back and repeat some of the things I have mentioned previously. My name is Bud Brown. I'm sitting here in the church office and reflecting on my life. I was married for a year to a cheating woman and can say I never thought I would marry again. At this point in my reflections, my kids have grown up and now are in college. Financially, I am a wealthy person. Money can buy you a lot of sex, but it can't buy you love. 

I've dated throughout the years but never came across that special woman until I went to Paris some twenty years ago. I remember it like it was yesterday. It was the time I met Victoria Du Bois. Well now that you are caught up I'll continue on with the story.

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I picked up Vicky and she was dressed so beautifully. Her dress was form fitting and accented her perfect shape and other assets. I told her how gorgeous she looked. She told me I didn't look so bad myself. I did wear a tux. She had told me it was a dressy affair. She wasn't kidding.

After we ate dinner we went to the huge theatre. Everyone was dressed to kill but I still have to say no one looked as good as Vicky with her long hair over her shoulder and her bare back all the way down to her hips.

The only thing that bothered me was other men staring at her. I was never the jealous type and this is the second time that I felt it being with her. I needed to come to grips with my thoughts. It was just suppose to be a date but felt like so much more.

At dinner Vicky said she had a confession she needed to make. It caught me a bit off guard. "Buddy, I told you that I was coming to the play with one of my girlfriends: that wasn't true. It was actually a male friend. It is true that he had seen the opera before. I wanted to go with you and called him to let him know. I don't want lies between us. I had to tell you the truth."

"Do you care for him or he for you?"

"We have dated before but I only like him as a friend. He might feel differently but there is nothing I can do about it. I know you were going home tomorrow and wanted to be with you tonight."

I wasn't sure how to react to what she said. Did she possibly have feelings for me? What did she mean by wanting to be with me tonight? Was it for the date or possibly more? I have to say I was quite confused.

While we were waiting to be seated in the theatre she introduced me to a number of people. Later she told me that many of the men were not with their wives but with their mistresses. She said it was quite common to see older men with younger women in France.

I asked her if she thought that might be what other people might have thought of us being together.

"Probably, but that's not why I'm with you. I really like you and want to be with you. I can see an odd look on your face. In case if you are wondering, I've never been anyone's mistress."

"I wasn't wondering," I said. The truth is I really did wonder about her past but didn't want to tell her so.

"Have it your way, but I know men," she replied. "So you know, I have a very busy schedule and travel a lot. I don't have time for much dating, let alone being someone's mistress. That's why I hope to settle down and have a normal life someday."

Before I could say anything more the doors opened and we were being seated. I have to say that this was one beautiful opera house. I've never been to any kind of opera before but wasn't going to miss being with Vicky. What was getting into me?

I have to admit the opera was fantastic. I would never have thought I would have enjoyed it so much. Vicky cried through half of it and held my arm or hand the whole time. I have to say I got a bit teary eyed myself. I wasn't sure if it was the play or the fact that I saw Vicky crying.

It was late when the play let out. I wasn't sure what to do next. I would be going home the next day and Vicky told me she had to work also. In fact she would be traveling somewhere else in France.

We got in the car and I looked at her. "Where do you want to go?" I asked.

First she stared at me for a few seconds even though it seemed like minutes. "Take me to your hotel if you don't mind. I want to be with you."

I didn't say a word but drove straight to the hotel and the valet took the car. As we headed up the elevator, I held her hand as we went to my room. I opened the door and she walked in first. I followed and closed the door. When I turned back around she came to me and kissed me.

I felt goose bumps like I'd never felt before. "I want you to make love to me Buddy."

We both quickly undressed. It was then I noticed she had on neither a bra nor panties. I was down to my briefs when she took her purse and stepped into the bathroom. When she came out I dimmed the lights and we kissed again. I couldn't get enough of this beautiful angel.

We lay on the bed and kept kissing. "Make love to me, I've wanted you so bad," said Vicky.

I began kissing her neck and worked my way down to her breasts. She was so damn gorgeous. I continued sucking on her nipples as they became harder. I worked my way down her belly and licked and kissed every inch of her. She was on fire. "Oh God! Lick me, kiss me, make love to my body! I want you so much." She kept talking like this, repeating herself over and over.

I was rubbing my face all over her tummy just below her belly button when she pushed my head down to her trimmed muff. I ran my face all over it and I could smell her sex. I lowered my face and could feel the wetness coming from her. I moved between her spread legs until I had my whole face buried between them. I was busy licking and tonguing her wet pussy.

She held my head against her pussy and pumped her hips up and down against my face. "Make love to me! Make love to me!" she cried out.

I wasn't sure what to do about a condom. I had them in the nightstand. "Vicky, I should get a condom."

"You can if you want but I put a diaphragm in when I was in the bathroom. I haven't been with a man in quite awhile so I'll leave it up to you."

Right then I didn't care about wearing a rubber. I got up close between her legs and rubbed my rock-hard cock up and down the crack of her pussy. Every time I went past her opening I would push an inch of my cock into her.

I noticed even as hot as she was that she didn't tell me to fuck her, or stick my cock in her. It was always, "Make love to me Buddy."

We were both wet with perspiration when I slowly pushed my cock into her. God! I wanted this to last. She wasn't just some woman that I was having sex with. She was someone that for the first time I felt I loved.

I held her legs up while I fucked her. I watched my cock go in and out of her. I just couldn't get over the way I felt. She screamed out as I came in her. I lay across her holding myself up on my arms while I kissed her, my cock still buried in her. I'm not sure but I thought I heard her say, "I love you" after our kiss.

It was way after midnight and I lay next to her and covered our damp bodies with a sheet and fell asleep. It was a night that I would never forget.

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I must have dreamed for the first time in a very long time. I remember waking up with a smile on my face. It was then I noticed that Vicky wasn't in the bed. I quickly called out for her but there was no answer. I got up and quickly checked the bathroom. There was no sign of her or her clothes.

On the desk there was a note to me. It read:

Dearest Buddy, I had to leave. I have to go out of town this morning. I didn't want to wake you up to say goodbye. It would have been too hard to say. You looked so happy and content lying there with a slight smile on your face.

I loved being with you and hope that someday we may meet again. I'll be on the road for a month going from town to town. I'm giving you my rooming house number in case you want to call me in a month or so. It was wonderful spending time with you and I will miss you.

Please take care of yourself and I wish you the best. Au Revoir, which means 'Till we meet again'.

Love, Vicky

I felt like my heart just fell into my stomach. If this was love, I didn't know if I wanted any part of it. Damn it! Here I was a forty-four year old professional person wondering about a woman I had met three days ago. I couldn't help myself but I did call the boarding house number she left and could hardly understand the person who answered the phone.

From what I could make out, Victoria left to go on tour and would be gone a month. I should try and call back then. Hell, I knew that much. There wasn't much I could do but write it off to a nice time and get packed to go home. I tried to make myself believe that I didn't care, that she was just another woman.

I met Max and Deanna for breakfast, and we stopped by to say goodbye to Ron and Barb. We thanked them for everything they did for us and I even told them when they saw Vicky to tell her thank you for everything. I did my best not to elaborate. I wasn't sure if my friends could tell if I was hurting or not.

On the flight back Max and Deanna talked about the whole vacation. I did my best to join the conversation. As soon as we got back I jumped right in to my work. Dad asked me if I enjoyed Paris and I told him it was a beautiful city. Dad was one person that could read me like a book. It was hard to hide things from him.

"What's wrong, Buddy?" he asked.

"I met a woman in Paris, Dad. She took me on tour of the city and we spent some time together. I guess I'm just missing her."

"Paris will do that to you. At least you have the memories."

Life went on and about a week after I got back I had a package delivered to the office. My secretary Ruth brought it in and said it was from Paris. I opened it and it was my suit, my Paris original.

"My gosh, Mr. Brown, that is one beautiful suit. You have quite the taste and I love the shirt and tie."

I laughed. "A lady friend picked it out for me. I kind of forgot about it coming."

Seeing the suit just brought thoughts of Vicky back to my mind. I wanted to shake them but it wasn't easy. I kept telling myself that I was too old for her anyway.

I took the suit home and hung it in my closet. I figured I'd wear it for a special occasion but more than anything I knew it would remind me of Vicky.

Two more weeks went by when I received a postcard. Ruth brought it in and said it was from somewhere in France.

I was a beautiful picture of a French town by the water. I looked at the note and it said, "Hi Buddy, didn't want to bother you. Just thought I would let you know I'll be home in Paris next week for a couple of days. Love Vicky"

"Who's Vicky?" asked Ruth smiling.

Ruth has been my secretary for over twenty years. She's been a great asset to the firm as well as a good friend. My kids always called her Aunt Ruth. She was married and had a nice family of her own. She was in her late fifties.

"I met Vicky in Paris. She's a model and travels the world."

"Is she the one that picked out that gorgeous suit you bought?"

"Yes, she's kind of a special person to me."

"I hope to meet her someday," replied Ruth. I just smiled back at Ruth. I had no idea what to say.

Another week went by and I happened to open my desk drawer and the card from Vicky was setting there. I picked it up and read it a half dozen times. I couldn't shake her memory out of my mind. I reached for the phone and called the number of her rooming house again.

I got the same woman I got the first time. She said in broken English that Vicky wasn't home but took my number and said she would let Vicky know I called. I figured that meant she was back in town but not home at the present time.

About two hours later Ruth peeked in my door. "Mr. Brown, there is a call from a Victoria Du Bois from Paris on the line. Do you want to take this call?"

I was almost in shock. "Yes, please close the door and I don't want to be interrupted. Thank you, Ruth."

As she closed the door I took the call. "Vicky, is it really you?"

"Hi Buddy, yes it's me. I didn't know whether to bother you. I just felt something special those few days we were together. You have to understand that I don't chase after men."

"God, I missed you. Why didn't you wake me so we could have said a proper goodbye? I can't get you out of my mind. Every time I try something happens. I received my suit and then the post card from you. I wondered if these were signs if I would ever see you again?"

"That's one reason I'm calling. We are doing a two-month tour in the United States. We will be going to a dozen different cities. I don't know if any will be near where you live."

"Vicky, can you fax me a copy of all the cities you'll be in? I'll fly in to see you as much as I can."

"Are you serious, Buddy? Will you really come and see me?" It almost sounded like she was crying.

"I'm as serious as a heart attack. When does the tour start?" I asked.

"Next week in New York City. Are you close to there?"

"Only a couple of hours by plane. What kind of schedule do you have?"

She explained to me that the schedule usually was a moving day, a set-up day, two practice days, then the show. They would then get two days off to rest or to do what they wanted.

I told her that I would be there on her off days if she wanted to spend them with me. After hanging up I felt like a new man. I told Ruth that I would be getting a fax and it was of major importance. She just smiled at me. I guess my happiness showed.

When the fax came I asked Ruth to check the days Vicky had off with my schedule. Over the next two months I would be taking those days off as much as possible.

"Mr. Brown, I've never seen you so excited. You must think a lot of this woman."

"Yes I do, Ruth," was all I said to her. I was so happy to know I would be seeing Vicky again. I knew I really cared for her and I was fairly sure she liked me. Time would tell the real story.

I stopped by to see Dad and to tell him more about Vicky. I mentioned that I was going to take a couple of days off during the week to go see her. I knew it left Dad wondering. I told him I felt different about her than I had ever felt about any woman.

He told me to take my time and to make sure before jumping into anything. "Dad! I'm forty-four years old. I know what you may be thinking but Vicky isn't about money. I really care for her, Dad, and you will too, once you meet her."

"All I'm asking of you is to be careful and be sure. If you decide to jump in with both feet, make sure you have a pre nuptial agreement in place. That's all I'm saying. I do wish you the best."

I knew Dad was skeptical but he didn't know how I felt in my heart about Vicky.

Ruth came in with my schedule and the days I wanted off. There were two weeks when I wouldn't be able to see her. One was our annual review and I had to be here for that. The other was for our annual meeting. I had to be there because that's when Dad was going to announce that he was retiring and would be turning over the President's position to me.

The rest I would be able to make. I was already booked on a flight to New York and would be renting a car for two days. According to Vicky she had Wednesday and Thursday off. I timed it so I would arrive first thing Wednesday morning.

She called me earlier in the week and gave me her room number. She mentioned that when on the road she would room with three other women. I was to call her from the lobby and she would come down and meet me. I wasn't able to get a room at the same hotel she was staying at but was able to get into a Holiday Inn not far from her Hotel.

I called her from the lobby and another woman answered. She said her name was Lindsey and asked if I was Buddy.

"Yes, I am. May I speak with Victoria please?"

"We told her she's not allowed to go out with you unless we meet you first." I could tell it was all in fun. She gave me her room number and I went upstairs. 

Vicky opened the door smiling. "I'm sorry Buddy but they beat me to the phone. These are my friends and roommates. This is Lindsey, Shania, and Frances."

They were all models and all, except for Vicky, were in their pajamas. They all looked so young. They asked me a dozen questions and joked about Vicky who they called the mother of the group because she was the oldest and always looking over them. Finally they said they gave their approval for Vicky to go out with me.

They began speaking French a mile a minute talking to each other. They looked at me and at Vicky and were smiling.

"Have her back early," demanded Lindsey.

"Early Friday morning," answered Vicky as we left.

I couldn't wait to hold and kiss her. As soon as we closed the door I hugged and kissed her. It was then that I knew I loved her without a doubt.

"What were they saying about me? I know they were talking about us," I mentioned to Vicky.

"They thought you were cute and Shania said if I got tired of you that she would do you," laughed Vicky.

"That's good to know," I laughed as Vicky hit me playfully.

Over the next two months we went to shows, plays, a ball game and sometimes jumped on a tour bus. During the day we spent time together and at night we made love. We almost always cuddled after our lovemaking.

There were times we even massaged each other. We learned every inch of each other's body and what turned the other on. The worst thing for me was when I would have to go back home after being with Vicky for two days. I was always afraid it would end.

The two weeks that we couldn't be together really struck me with reality. I wanted her in my life. She had two more shows to do and then would be heading back to France.

She would be in Columbus, Ohio for her last show and would be in my hometown of Cincinnati a couple of days before. When everyone found out she would be there they bought tickets to the show. After her modeling performance my parents were inviting my kids (who were in college), my brother from Indiana, my sister from Kentucky and many of my friends.

Everyone was going to be there to meet Vicky. She told me she was a nervous wreck. She always felt good being with me but wasn't sure if she could handle all the remarks of my friends and family.

I wasn't quite sure what she meant and I said, "Forget about them and just marry me. Vicky, I don't want to live without you in my life. I don't think a long distance relationship would work."

"Where would we live, Buddy? What about my work and your business? Buddy, I love you with all my heart but I just don't know."

*

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Reflections Ch. 05



We're nearing the end of the story. Thank you to those who are still with me. A special 'Thank you' to Estragon for his editing and making this story a much better read.

Chapter 5

Our time every week was living out a fairy tale. It was like the prince finding Cinderella, or finding Snow White and living happily ever after. I was never a dreamer; I worked hard and expected results. Vicky showed me how to stop and smell the roses.

Our time together was full of discovery. I didn't know how life would be without her in it. Now it was time for my family and friends to finally meet her. Max and Deanne were the only ones that had met her. Even they were surprised that she and I were together.

The show started and all the models were introduced. When they saw Vicky I know they were all surprised. They all admitted how beautiful she was but also that she seemed so young. She even looked younger than her twenty-six years. When she came out at the end in the bridal gown I knew I had tears in my eyes.

After the show they didn't have an after party like they did in Paris. My family and friends went to my Mom and Dad's and I told them I would be there shortly with Vicky.

Vicky asked me what my family and friends had to say. I told her she would be meeting them all shortly. They all felt she was beautiful. Before we left the building I asked Vicky to marry me again and if she chose, to be the mother of our children. 

She had tears in her eyes and told me that she would answer that after meeting my friends and family. She did tell me that she had a big surprise for me that would be life changing. Needless to say I thought she was going to say yes to my proposal.

God, I loved her so much. I really didn't much care what my family thought. I only knew I couldn't live without Vicky.

When we got to my parents' house I have to say that Vicky was surprised at the size of their house. I told her I lived in a penthouse in one of the skyscrapers in town. She would be spending the night with me in my apartment.

I first took her over to meet Mom and Dad and then to my kids, Mike and Lisa. Everyone was nice and gracious to her and said how beautiful she was. Throughout the next couple of hours everyone talked to her. Needless to say they would all tell me how nice she was and how young she looked. 

I would have to say she stayed strong and answered most questions that she was asked. My daughter pulled me aside at one point and said, "Dad, she's nice and she is absolutely beautiful, but when you said you met someone I expected that she would be much older. Vicky is only a little older than me. All I ask is for you to make sure she's the one. I don't want to see you hurt again."

"Lisa, my baby girl. I'm a grown man and I've lived my life rather wisely if I might say so. I love Vicky and am willing to go to the next level with her. I have asked her to marry me again. I've asked her before but she hasn't given me an answer."

Needless to say, all the males in my family and my friends had to admit she was beautiful. Their wives and some women that I have previously dated over the years had to admit to her beauty but some even asked if it was my wealth she was interested in. My financial situations always seemed to bother everyone.

Mom loved her from the start. She had no qualms about finances or age. I knew that Vicky and Mom would get along great. Dad liked her also, but Dad has always been a man of finance. He did repeat pre-nuptial agreement to me. He told me I was thinking out of my heart and he was thinking out of the family's pocketbook.

Vicky asked for everyone's attention. She got it in a matter of seconds. "I want to thank Mr. and Mrs. Brown for having this get together so I may meet Buddy's friends and family. You have all made me feel very welcome and I want to thank you for that.

"I mentioned to Buddy this evening that I had something life changing to tell him. I think now would be as good a time as any to tell him. Buddy, I told the modeling agency I work for that this would be my last tour. I will be doing Columbus, Ohio in a couple of days and then retiring from the modeling tour."

"Does that mean you have accepted my proposal of marriage? Will you move to the United States and become my wife?" I asked with tears in my eyes.

Everyone was in complete silence waiting for Vicky's answer. "No, Buddy, I will not marry you; at least for now."

Almost everyone began talking at once. I was torn apart. She was quitting her job but she wasn't going to marry me? I didn't understand.

"Please let me explain," said Vicky. "Buddy, I love you more than anything. I can't picture going through life without you. If you'll agree with me I'll move to the United States and live with you. I'll be your mistress, your girlfriend, your best friend. I'll be monogamous and even have your babies. I love you so much." She was crying.

"I don't understand! Why can't you marry me?" I replied.

"Buddy, you have the nicest family and friends but even some of them think our age difference is a factor." I saw her look over at Lisa. "Others feel that I would marry you for your financial situation which is not true, but they will notice that over time.

"Some have said a pre nuptial agreement would solve that problem." I saw her glance at Dad. "Not for me, Buddy. You see I wouldn't start my marriage with 'What if we don't make it?' I'm willing to bet my whole life that we are meant to be together. We can talk more about our situation in private."

My mother walked up to her and hugged her. I knew Mom had no doubt that we belonged together. The party began to break up and after Vicky said goodbye to my family and friends we headed to my apartment.

It was huge and Vicky loved it. I asked her if she was ready to talk to me about our future. I would have a hard time concentrating on making love with my mind filled with questions.

"Buddy, I know your family and friends mean well but don't see me the way you do. I know our age difference makes them wonder as well as your financial situation."

"I don't care what they think!" I said.

"I care, Buddy. If we live together and I'm your girlfriend or mistress they might understand that I love you for who you are, not your possessions. At worst your friends will think you have it made. What do they call it? 'Have your cake and eat it too?' Your family will come to learn that our love is real. I'm sure of it.

"I don't need a marriage certificate to show how much I love you. I promise I will never leave you but if you should want to leave me then everything will be in your name. I hope you understand what I'm saying. I'll always be here for you as long as you want me," said Vicky.

"I want people to know that you belong to me. I want them to know that we are a couple," I tried to explain to Vicky.

"Then tomorrow buy me a ring. I don't want one of those big gaudy ones but a pretty band to show we are soul mates. I want you to have one identical," replied Vicky.

"Vicky, I have to ask you this even though it scares me to death. Are you sure you want to completely change your life? Quit your modeling job and move to the United States to be with me?"

Without hesitation she answered, "Yes, as long as you truly love me. I've been waiting for you for my entire life. Buddy, I truly believe that we were meant to be." We kissed and then made love.

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The next afternoon she would be leaving for Columbus. They only got the one day off since the cities were close and it was the last stop on the tour. After getting up early we quickly got dressed and headed to the mall to pick up a ring.

She could have her choice; I didn't care about the money. She found a nice diamond band that looked more like a wedding ring than an engagement or friendship ring. We found a matching one for me. When it was time to pay for them I took out my credit card and she took out hers.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm paying for your ring. It's my gift of love to you as yours is for me. It wouldn't be right for you to pay for it." I went along because I knew it meant a lot to her. The only problem was mine cost double what hers did.

After exchanging rings I took her back to her hotel and told her I would see her in Columbus. She did tell me that they would be going back to France the first thing in the morning after the performance. She said she wanted to spend the final night with me but had to be back by six in the morning to catch the flight home.

After dropping her off I had to go to work. Everyone that had met her said what a gorgeous woman she was and I was one lucky guy. I mentioned to Ruth that I was going to the final performance in Columbus and would be late coming in the next day.

Since Ruth and I were always honest with each other I asked her what she thought of Vicky.

"Needless to say she's gorgeous, has a cute accent and a good personality."

"Ruth, do you think we'll make it as a couple? Be honest, I want to know your feelings. You have a tendency of being right."

"I know you love her. I've never seen you act the same with any other woman. I know she's a lot younger and people think she may want you for financial stability but I don't think so. When she looks at you there's love in her eyes. I don't think age bothers her at all. I think she sees you for the great guy you are," said Ruth as she walked out of the office.

The day of Vicky's last performance I left for Columbus. I had seen the show a number of times but mainly wanted to get there when it was over to be with her. When I arrived the show was nearing the end. I knew that Vicky would be wearing the bridal gown.

I went back to the stage door and saw Vicky's friend Lindsey. "What are you doing back here? They don't allow spectators back here?"

"I just wanted to see Vicky for a second," I replied.

"Oh God, don't tell them I let you in," as she let me back stage.

It looked like everyone was like chickens running around with their heads cut off. I spotted Vicky and couldn't believe what I saw. She was damn near nude. She just took off her outfit right in front of everyone. All she had on were very tiny panties.

She looked over at me and said, "Buddy, Honey, what on earth are you doing back here? No one is allowed back here."

As she talked she was putting on the bridal gown. "Don't they have dressing rooms? You were naked in front of everyone and not just women." I asked.

"Buddy, this is the way it is. Believe me nobody is back here to check me out except for you of course," she smiled. "This is our work and we only have two to three minutes to get changed. Believe me, this is neither sexy nor erotic for us models. By the way, stop looking at the other models."

I did notice they were all in modes of change. A man came over and helped Vicky with her dress. I didn't like another mans hands on Vicky and gave her a not so nice glare.

"Buddy, he's the designer of this dress and besides, he's not into women. Now get your butt back out there and I'll see you after the show. By the way Buddy, I love you," said Vicky. Her friends were all smiling.

After the show they did meet customers in the lounge. It was announced that Victoria was leaving the troupe and this was her last performance. I had to stand back as everyone wanted to say their goodbyes to her. They had their flight back in the morning but many of the people she might never see again.

There were also buyers that she had met over the years saying goodbye to her. I talked with a couple of her friends that I had met and they told me they have never seen Victoria so happy. I was the only man that they could ever remember her talking about.

I stood back and watched as one person after another hugged her and kissed her on the cheek. One man looked like he was going to try for more attempting to move his hand to her ass. She waved me over and introduced me as her fiancé and the man quickly backed off.

"Did you change your mind about marrying me?" I asked her.

"No, but you are my lover and my soul mate; when you came over I hoped it would scare him off." I kissed her passionately and her friends around us applauded as they laughed. I wanted everyone to know she was my woman.

On the way to my motel room we talked a little more about nudity. I told her it somewhat shocked me to see her nude in front of other men. She told me that's just the way it was done and as she explained to me that it was neither erotic nor sexy for her. It's just nudity was not a big deal where she came from.

I told her I guess I was jealous of anyone seeing her without clothing but me. Thank God I didn't know it before because it would have really bothered me, but now she was retiring and I wouldn't have to worry.

I remember her saying, "Buddy, you never have to worry about me and other men. I've got my man now and will do whatever it takes to keep him."

Vicky sat back in the seat as I drove to the motel. She told me she was very tired from all the running and work the past couple of weeks. I guess I didn't realize that her days for resting was spent with me, but she never said anything.

She fell asleep as I pulled up to the motel. She woke up and we went inside. As she was undressing she asked me to call the desk and ask for a five o'clock wake up call. She had to be back to her hotel to get ready to go home by six. I made the call and after hanging up I took off my clothes.

My beautiful Vicky was lying on her back nude. She looked beautiful but tired. I grabbed her lotion and began massaging her feet and legs. She told me before how much they hurt after doing a show. I took her foot and gently rubbed the balls and behind her toes.

After doing her feet I began rubbing lotion on her calves. I looked up and noticed that she had fallen back to sleep. This would be our last time together for at least two weeks. As much as I wanted her, I couldn't wake her up. I turned off the light, lay down next to her, and covered us with a sheet. It was already after midnight and she would be lucky to get five hours sleep.

When the wake up call came in we both woke up. "Oh my God! Buddy, I fell asleep, I'm so sorry."

"Honey, it's ok. You were tired and needed the sleep a lot more than you needed me on top of you. When you come back to me we will have plenty of time to make love and be together. You'll probably get sick of me."

"Buddy, I could never, ever get sick of you. You're the sweetest, kindest man I've ever known and I'm totally into you."

We got up and showered and dressed quickly. I let Vicky off at her hotel and kissed her and said goodbye. I had the horrible thoughts of never seeing her again.

"Au revoir, never goodbye," Vicky said to me. It was always, 'Till we met again'. I didn't want her to see me cry as I got back in my car and headed back to Cincinnati.

****

It was two days later that I got a call from Vicky. She told me she made it home safely and already missed me. I told her I felt the same. She said it would take about two weeks for her to pack her things and have them shipped to my place. She needed my full address for shipping purposes.

I told her she could leave a lot of things and I would buy her new things. That's when she told me most of her dressier clothing were Paris originals and were rather valuable. After some shows the designers would give the models some of the clothes they wore. Over the years she acquired quite a collection.

She was giving a lot of things to her friends. I knew it was hard on her and asked her if she wanted me to come be with her.

"No, I'd never get packed if you were here," she laughed. God, how I loved to hear her laugh.

We talked for a while longer and she mentioned she had to go see Ron and Barb about transferring her funds to our branch. I explained to her that she should let them know she was leaving but leave her funds there. With computers it would be no problem making transfers or getting any funds if she needed.

She said she would call me in about a week and let me know when she would be flying in. She mentioned she was crazy nervous and also scared. I did my best to comfort her but she was the one making all the changes in her life. I was just having the girl I loved move in with me.

I was glad I was busy for the next week. Dad had semi retired and I was the President now. Lots of legal papers to sign and comforting customers. Since I was Dad's son the changes went rather swiftly.

I remember the day when I met Vicky at the airport. She looked so beautiful. I hugged and kissed her. I think we both had tears in ours eyes. We both held out our hands and had on our matching rings. We got her luggage and headed back to our apartment.

We were in the bed in minutes. I wasn't going to wait to be with her. She was busy laughing and asked if she would always be greeted this way when she walked in the apartment.

We made love. I kissed and licked every inch of her body. I tongued her pussy till she came, before sticking my cock in her. It wasn't often that I had sex in the afternoon.

Afterwards we lay there for a while talking about her trip and her plans. She mentioned that her stuff would arrive in a couple of days and would keep her busy. She had gotten the name of a couple of ad agencies that would be interested in her modeling, and would see them when she got settled in.

The first thing that came into my mind was Marlene's boyfriend doing ads. I mentioned to Vicky that I didn't want her doing nude photos. I wouldn't be able to handle it.

"These are for hair products, lotions and skin creams. I told you my body is for your eyes only. At least the private parts," she laughed.

I knew then that she made the big changes by moving here, but my life was about to have some major changes also.

****

There were a lot of changes in my life as well as Vicky's. For the most part it was smooth traveling but we did have some bumps in the road. I'll try to cover a few of them.

Vicky's crates of clothes arrived. I couldn't believe it when I arrived home and had three crates of clothes in the living room. I mean some big boxed crates! "Where are we going to put all this stuff?" I asked Vicky.

"Well, if you don't mind I thought I could move your clothes to the spare bedroom closet and use the master walk-in closet for my stuff. I do have quite a lot of stuff don't I?" She was a little embarrassed.

"Honey, all I want is you here with me. Do what you want with the clothes. It sure isn't worth fighting over." She came and kissed me and told me how much she loved me. She spent the next couple of weeks organizing both closets.

One day she called me at work and told me to stop by Mom's to pick her up. She had taken a taxi over to visit my mom. When I got there they had dinner ready. Mom said that Vicky had called her and asked if she would show her how to cook my favorite meals. Mom said she really learns fast and made the lasagna we were having.

Over time I could tell Dad was also quite impressed with Vicky. I could see it by the way he treated her and his actions toward her. He treated her like a daughter. Over the next couple of months Vicky would go to Mom's once a week and learn to cook. She also made some French dishes that she knew. She was becoming quite the cook.

About four months had past and life was going pretty good. Vicky and I had sex fairly often. Sometimes we would just cuddle. I felt so comfortable and happy having her near me. 

Mom called one day and let me know Vicky was at their house and to pick her up there. She had asked to use their vehicle so she could go over to the college nearest us. It surprised me that Vicky would be going there.

When I arrived at the house Vicky told me she was going to go to college and she wanted to buy a vehicle instead of using a cab every day. It was déjà vu all over again. I remember Marlene going back to college and the trouble it caused. It's funny how memories seem to come back.




Reflections Ch. 05



I needed to know what was going on with Vicky. She showed no signs of being unhappy.



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Reflections Ch. 06



This is the final chapter. Thank you for those who stayed with me on this one. As always a big 'Thank You' to Estragon for his editing and making this a much better read.

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"Why do you want to go to college?" I asked Vicky. I do have to say it bothered me. I wanted to trust her but because of my past, I was also worried.

"I'm taking a citizenship test to become an American citizen. I have to go twice a week for the next six months. My travel visa will expire in nine months."

"You know if you would just marry me you could stay in this country. You wouldn't need to go to college"

"Buddy, we've talked about this and I think we have a good thing going. I love you and you love me. Your mom told me about your first wife going back to college and the problems that occurred. I promise you I would never do anything to hurt you. You know that. You have to learn to trust me more. You are my life."

What could I say? She wanted to become an American citizen and stay with me. I told her I would take her shopping for a vehicle the next day. Mom smiled at us as we were leaving. I wondered if something was up.

After work the following day we went car shopping. I took her to the expensive sports cars figuring that would be what she wanted. She would sure look sexy in them even though it would make me a bit more insecure. Instead she went to the family type sedans. "I want something more like this," she stated.

"I figured you would want something a little more sporty?" I replied.

"They're nice but I want a vehicle with a back seat for the baby."

"Baby! What baby?" I said rather shocked.

"The one we are having in about six months. I wanted to surprise you. I hope you're happy."

I was shocked! "I'm happy but a bit shocked. I thought you used a diaphragm or something?"

"I did till I moved in with you. Are you really happy?"

"Yes, I am. We should get married you know."

"No, the baby will carry your last name. I don't want anyone thinking I got pregnant to get you to marry me. Isn't that what happened in your last marriage?"

She was right and people would think she tricked me. I wasn't sure about kids but I knew Vicky wanted them. I remembered her mentioning it. 

Life was good and Vicky had a special glow about her while being pregnant. She was happy and never complained. She had told Mom before she told me. That's why Mom had smiled at us.

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I'll need to jump ahead here for a bit. We had a baby boy and named him William. Vicky and I called him Billy from the start. In the next three years we had two more kids. Our daughter we named Sasha. Vicky said she always liked that name. We named our other son Charles and nicknamed him Chad. After Chad was born I had a vasectomy. Vicky and I decided we had enough children.

I asked Vicky from the beginning if she wanted a nanny to help with the kids. She told me she was going to raise her own children and be there for them. She loved being a mother. Mom offered to help if she ever needed anything. Mom would watch them when Vicky had an advertising shoot.

During her first pregnancy she got a job offer. It was to do a shoot for pregnant women's clothing. They couldn't believe they found someone like Vicky to model the clothing in women's magazine ads. It made Vicky happy that she was able to work and at her own pace.

After Billy was born she took a few offers to work with hair product ads and lotions. I believe it made her feel more self-assured. She never asked me for money.

One thing I never mentioned to anyone was that Vicky could easily support herself. She told me she had over eight hundred thousand dollars saved from her modeling days.

Shortly after Billy was born Vicky took her citizen test and passed it with flying colors. There was a party gathering for all the new citizens and we attended it. I felt a bit out of place but I was there for Vicky. I noticed she was one of the more popular people in her class, even though she was pregnant through all of it.

Many men and women came up to greet her and she introduced them to me. They would hug her and tell her how they would miss her. When there was music playing a number of the men asked Vicky to dance. She would look over at me and say, "No, I don't think so but thank you anyway." If any persisted she would hold my arm and smile.

It was enough to let her classmates or friends know she was with me. I just had this thing about strange men holding my wife (that's how I thought of her) too close. I knew I carried jealousy now but it wasn't something I wanted. I wish I wasn't that way. 

Vicky had met some of the other women in our apartment building. They were all married and began visiting one another. They convinced Vicky to join the exercise gym. It was only a few doors down the block from where we lived.

At first I was worried because it was déjà vu all over again. It's how it started with Marlene. Shortly after she had the kids she joined the same gym. I wasn't sure of what to say to Vicky. She has done nothing wrong and just had a few new friends in our apartment building. I'm looking back and seeing her go to college and now the gym. 

I did tell her I was worried a little about the gym with all its male members hitting on her. She smiled and said that she was going three times a week for two hours and it was women only. I really do believe that she liked that I was a little jealous.

I asked who was going to watch Billy and she said she was taking him with her. They did provide a baby sitting service. I felt a little better after that.

One night after I came home Vicky mentioned we were invited to a dinner party at one of her friend's apartment. I guess she was throwing a small birthday party for her husband. She introduced me to her friends and we had dinner with them and their spouses. Vicky was definitely in a class of her own and did get flirted with all the time.

These couples were all my age so seeing Vicky there must have made them wonder what she was doing with an older man like me. To be honest here, I'm not a bad looking guy but I did look my age. I even got flirted with by a couple of the women at the party. 

After the party I asked Vicky if any of the husbands of her friends tried to hit on her. She told me that they flirted but she let them know that she was a one man woman and I was that man and if they ever pushed the envelope that she and I had no secrets and that she would tell me.

One thing I should mention, but most people realize. Vicky told me that women get hit on and flirted with all the time. It's how they handle it that counts. Some men are just predators and others want to see what they can get away with. She also told me that there are a lot of women the same way and that I should watch out too.

Vicky had mentioned to me if I had a problem with her going to the pool with her girlfriends. Needless to say it bothered me but I knew that I had to learn to trust Vicky more.

She said she needed to try on her bathing suit and when she walked in the room I looked at her nearly shocked. "There is no way in hell you are going to wear that suit to a pool. Maybe in a hot tub with only you and me in it.

"Two band-aids and a cork would cover more." Vicky started laughing. She had put on that suit just to rile me up. She did come out later in a one piece but still looked great.

I did worry about her but that's what men do, worry about the women they love. Vicky did spend a little time during the day with her friends. She kept busy with Billy and also going to see my parents. She loved visiting with them.

One day when I got home early Vicky was still at my parents' house with Billy. There was a knock on the door and it was one of her friends Jenny. She came to see Vicky and wanted to know if she wanted to go for a girls' night out with her and some friends.

Jenny asked me a lot of personal questions, to which I mumbled out a few answers. She was out and out flirting with me. I could have taken her in the room and fucked her. She even told me if I was ever bored to give her a call. I tried to be nice and told her I would pass her information about the girls' night out to Vicky. She flirted a little more, which made me uncomfortable and then left.

When Vicky came home I wondered whether I should tell her about Jenny and the flirting. "Vicky, your friend Jenny came to see you. She wanted to know if you wanted to go out with the girls tonight."

I held back telling her about the flirting. Also I didn't want to tell her I wished she wouldn't go out with these women. I was doing my best to trust her.

"No, I don't do 'girls' night out.' All it seems to do is bring trouble to a relationship. If a woman is single and out looking for guys, it's one thing. But, for married women to go to a bar or lounge and want to meet up with other men spells trouble. If I want to drink and dance, I'll go out with you."

She then came up and kissed me. "Vicky, I don't want to have any secrets from you. I think your friend Jenny was trying to put the make on me. I felt I should tell you."

"You didn't do anything did you?" asked Vicky.

"Of course not. Why do you think I'm telling you?"

"Mary, my other friend says that Jenny and Mark are swingers. Usually you just have to tell them you're not interested and they'll leave you alone. In fact I carry mace in my purse for those guys that can't take no for an answer. I will tell Jenny to leave my man alone if she still wants to be friends."

Vicky was so non-chalant when it came to people. She explained to me that she has come across many swingers, lesbians, and perverts in her modeling career that it doesn't bother her. She tells them they can have their lives as long as it doesn't include her. I have to admit she is quite the woman.

It was then she told me she had another surprise for me. She went to the doctor and was pregnant again. It was with Sasha. Again I was surprised but happy. Vicky was a great mother and took the kids with her most every time she went somewhere. Of course that made me happy.

After Chad was born I had the vasectomy. We both decided we had a big enough family. We did many things as a family. Throughout the years we were involved with the kids in everything they were in. I have to say having Vicky there was a lot easier on me then when I helped raise Mike and Lisa without a woman by my side.

While pregnant with Sasha we knew we needed to buy a house. We went house hunting and Vicky asked if we could get one close to where Mom and Dad lived. She liked visiting with them and it gave them a chance to see the kids.

We bought a house just before Sasha was born. It was big but not as big as Mom and Dad's. We had five bedrooms and three baths and enough closet room so I could have my clothes in the master bedroom.

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I need to go back and explain a couple of things. Needless to say when Vicky first moved here my daughter Lisa wasn't sure of her. When the kids came home from college they had to stay with Mom and Dad since we didn't have the room.

One day Vicky was home from college and learned of Vicky's pregnancy. She came over to see us and was telling us she was surprised we were starting a new family. Vicky looked at her. "You are wrong Lisa. We are not starting a new family. We are all one family. You will always be your father's daughter as Mike will always be his first son.

"We are just continuing our family. Any children we have will be your brother or sister. As for me I hope to be your friend. One you can confide in. I know what it's like to be raised without a mother. I never knew mine. I'll always be here for you if you need to talk or even shop."

Lisa looked differently at Vicky from that day forward. Vicky would stop over every time she was home. One day she asked Vicky if she would go shopping for a dress. There was a formal dance at college. They went shopping and Vicky bought a couple of maternity dresses. Lisa didn't find a dress.

Vicky took Lisa into her closet. "I'm sure we can find something for you in here. I have a friend who is a seamstress. She's one who can make sure it fits you perfectly."

"But, these are your Paris originals! Why would you do this for me?" asked Lisa.

"Because, I love your father and so I love his daughter. Besides, look at me, I won't be wearing outfits like this for a long time and besides I'll have to get them fitted anyway."

Over the next few years whenever Lisa needed a nice outfit, Vicky always took her to Victoria's closet. She even had shoes to match most every outfit. They became the best of friends.

After Lisa graduated she met a wonderful man and was to be married. She introduced him to us and told us about their wedding. She asked Vicky if she would help her with the wedding plans. They did it for the next six months. When it came time for a wedding dress, Vicky took her to Victoria's closet and showed her the dress she had worn in the shows.

Lisa couldn't believe Vicky would part with the dress. "I know we're not that far different in age, but I love you like a daughter." said Vicky to Lisa.

They got the dress altered and needless to say my little girl looked beautiful. My son Michael was married two years later. Here I was with three kids at home and a woman I loved with all my heart but she wouldn't marry me.

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As time went on life was so good. I had a wonderful woman by my side and she was a fantastic mother to our kids. She was also a great business attribute.

Whenever I had a dinner engagement I had Vicky on my arm. A lot of people were surprised when they found out we were a couple. It was odd when strangers saw us together and they would catch me alone and ask me what service I was using. I wasn't sure if I should be offended or proud. Whenever I told Vicky about it she would put on a little show.

Sometimes it was just a kiss or maybe she'd show a little extra leg. A few times she put her hand in my lap. If we were out with another couple and the man would ask to dance with Vicky I was always a little worried but I didn't need to be. Vicky was always able to handle the situation.

As the years passed our kids grew up but even as teenagers we were there for them. Whatever they were in we attended as family. Even as we aged Vicky was always a beautiful woman. After our first child was born she had her long hair cut. She donated it the to an organization that helped kids with leukemia. They made human hair wigs for them.

After her hair grew back she cut it again about ten years later. I honestly considered her the perfect woman. About the only modeling she was doing now was facial and hand creams. She had these beautiful green eyes that pulled you in when you looked into them.

She donated a lot of her dresses or gave them to family members and friends. She still kept quite a few but since having the children she had to have them altered. Needless to say the kids pretty much changed her body but it was still beautiful and I loved kissing and rubbing oil on every inch of it.

At least once every other year we would take the trip to Paris to do the audit and visit with Ron and Barb. They had kids of their own who would soon be in the family business. While I would audit the books Vicky and Barb would go see some of Vicky's old friends.

Most were married and doing some modeling job. They weren't part of the traveling troupe anymore. Vicky always seemed both happy and sad after our visit to Paris. I asked Vicky if she was disappointed with the decision she made to come live with me.

"No, not in a million years. Don't get me wrong. I love Paris and I enjoyed being a model. I'm both happy and sad to see my old friends but I would never have wanted to give up the family and life we have together. I'm sure everyone knows that by now.

"Buddy, you and I were always meant to be together from the day we met. I really believe that and bet my life on it and won."

I kissed her.

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My ending thoughts:

There was a knock on the church office door. It was my youngest son Chad. He was the only one still at home; He would be graduating next year. Sasha and Billy were already in college but came home often.

"Everyone was wondering where you were Dad. It's time for us to go in the sanctuary. Everyone is waiting for you."

I got up dabbed my eyes from all the reflections. You see, for my sixty-fifth birthday Vicky asked me to marry her. After nearly twenty-one years she said everyone should know that she has loved me for the wonderful man I am.

Chad, my youngest son was my best man. Our daughter Sasha was one of Vicky's bridesmaid and our son Billy was giving his mother away. My twins from my first marriage were both in the wedding. Lisa, my oldest daughter was one of Vicky's best friends and her matron of honor. Her daughter, my granddaughter Brittney, was the flower girl while my son Mike's youngest son, Jimmy, was the ring bearer. It was truly a family wedding. Mike and his wife, and Lisa and her husband each had three kids. 

I walked into the packed sanctuary and couldn't believe all the people who came to our wedding. All eyes were on Chad and me as we walked to the front of the church. It looked like just about everyone I knew was attending our big day, which was a long time coming.

Sitting in the front row were my ninety-two year old father and eighty-nine year old mother. Both still had their wits about them. They had sold their large home to my son Mike years ago but still lived in a smaller home and still had servants helping them out.

The wedding was starting. First coming down the aisle were the bridesmaids with the groomsmen, all family members. I have to say that I had nothing to do with setting up the wedding. All I was told was that I would be wearing a tux. Vicky took care of everything.

First to come down the aisle was my daughter Sasha. Then, there was my son Mike and his wife, Lisa and her husband, followed by two of my grandchildren rolling out a white roll of cloth for the bride to walk on. I watched it all unfold in front of my eyes. I saw the flower girl as she threw down rose pedals, Vicky's favorite. She was followed by the ring bearer.

Then I heard the wedding march and everyone stood up. In the doorway was the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Victoria had on a bridal gown that she had ordered in Paris when we were there last year.

She had planned this for an entire year and I didn't have a clue. All my family and friends knew but all kept Vicky's secret. On my birthday when she asked me to marry her I couldn't believe it. Needless to say, I said "Yes".

Vicky looked like an angel. She had let her hair grow long again and it was draped over her shoulder. I know everyone must have had tears in their eyes as Billy walked his mother down the aisle; I know I did. When she got to the front of the church I stood next to her. We didn't have a rehearsal dinner so I played it by ear.

Everyone sat down. I was standing there facing Vicky. She was smiling and looked so beautiful. I was waiting for what comes next when my oldest granddaughter stood by the piano and sang my favorite song.

I'm not a religious man by nature but I do believe in God. There must be someone who watched over me and matched Vicky and I together. I know it didn't just happen by dumb luck.

I know I had watery eyes as my granddaughter sang 'Precious Memories'. The song is just one of those that get to me and Vicky knew it. I listened as it was sung.

As I travel down life's pathway, Knowing not what the years may hold.

As I ponder hopes grow fonder, Precious memories flood my soul.

Precious Memories how they linger, How they ever flood my soul.

In the stillness of the midnight, Precious sacred scenes unfold.

Precious father loving mother, Fly across the lonely years.




Reflections Ch. 06



And old home scenes from my childhood, In fond memory appear.

As she continued singing the song I took both of Vicky's hands and held them tight. God, I loved this woman. When the song was over Vicky and I turned toward the minister.

"Who gives this woman to this man?" asked the preacher.

Billy stood up and said, "My brother, sister and I, Sir," and sat down next to my parents.

Then came that statement that everyone dreads. "If anyone knows a reason why this couple should not wed then speak now or forever hold your peace."

I couldn't believe it when my ninety-two year old Dad stood up. "I have something to say."

Everyone in the church was shocked including Vicky and me.

"Twenty one years ago Buddy brought this woman home and asked her to marry him. She said 'no', that people would think that they got married for the wrong reason. I was one of the fools that was responsible for them not getting married back then.

"I totally regret it and should have kept my mouth shut back then but didn't. I'm not going to make that mistake again. Buddy, Victoria, I love you both and wish you the best marriage God has to offer."

I heard Mom say to Dad, "You were supposed to say that at the reception, not at the wedding. You scared everyone half to death. Sit down."

Dad said, "I wanted to say it while I still remembered it."

There was laughter and then everyone became quiet again and the ceremony continued. I liked the part when he said, "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.

The wedding was great and we had a wonderful reception. Even Vicky's old friends, Lindsey, Shania and Frances came to the wedding with their husbands. Vicky kept in touch with her friends. It was easy with this new computer age. 

I was surprised to see Ron and Barb. They said they wouldn't miss it for anything. Vicky and I went to France every couple of years for a vacation and to do the audit. They were going to semi-retire and their kids were taking over their business. It was on the trip over last year that Vicky ordered her dress.

At the reception everyone wanted to dance with Vicky. She smiled and told the men that they had to ask me for permission, that's except for family. I still worry about Vicky but have no reason to do so. We would be taking a month long cruise and Michael would be acting president.

I have to say I am the luckiest man alive. I married the most beautiful woman in the world and have the greatest kids one could ask for. Of course it's my opinion, but life could not be better. As far as our age difference, it never bothered Vicky. Besides she said my family has a long life span.

As far as making love goes, we haven't stopped and with all the pills out today I could last forever. That was a joke but age hasn't hindered my performance. We still cuddle and give each other rubs.

I wish every man could be as lucky and happy as I am.

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Hope you enjoyed the story.

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DG Hear