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Sagging Boobs, Ugly Nipples Ch. 01

By: qhml1



This came to me while I was sitting in an emergency waiting room, based entirely on someone I saw there. 

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PART ONE: Open mouth, insert feet.

"Old man, you are so full of shit!"

The 'old man', around fifty, looked over at his companion, a man in his late twenties.

"You really think so?" He asked in a mild voice filled with humor.

"Damn right, nothing is sexier than a naked woman."

"That's where I beg to differ. I'd say it was an age thing, but it's been proven time and time again. Hells bells, if what you thought was the norm, whole industries would go bankrupt."

"Really?" the younger man challenged, "Name one."

"Victoria's Secret, Soma, heck, any lingerie designer or manufacturer. Women don't normally buy that stuff for themselves, mostly men buy it or supply the money with great expectation."

"And while we're on the subject, how about high heels? Think they wear those uncomfortable things to please themselves? I bet deep down 90% would wear sneakers if they thought they could get by with it."

"I still think you're wrong" the young man said stubbornly.

"Well, everybody is entitled to their opinion. But really, think about it. Sure, the ladies enjoy these things because it makes them attractive. Attractive to who, you may ask? Why, men of course."

"If a woman would give you an honest opinion, they would all be in slacks, sweats, sack dresses and flat shoes. Comfort, son, is way under rated."

"look around you, David, what do you see?"

"I see The Furniture Mart."

The Furniture Mart was a semi-annual expo for furniture manufacturers, retailers, interior designers, and material suppliers to show their wares, the latest and greatest in the industry. Held in High Point/Greensboro and Hickory N.C. every March and October, it was a chance to see and be seen, and check out the competition.

China had practically destroyed the domestic manufacturers, pushing many into bankruptcy. A few remained, catering to upscale customers. A few more clung to the edges of the middle market, snatching what crumbs they could.

A quarter the size of years past, it was still a pretty big deal to the local economy. David and his older companion were at the High Point expo.

"No David, look at the people. What do you see? Men in casual clothes, most without ties. But the ladies, David, look at the ladies. Not one in slacks, very few in business dress. Most are dressed to the nines, think they're doing it to impress each other? Of course, to a certain degree, but most of it's for our benefit."

"Think David, think. Of course naked women are attractive, but it's the thrill of the chase. Wouldn't you rather unwrap the prize slowly, savoring it, than just ripping it off?"

"Most men, even if they won't admit, would rather see women in sexy lingerie. Why? Because right up until the time she drops her push up bra and slips off her thong, she is perfect. Once the clothes come off, you can see the mole on her bottom, the beginnings of cellulite on her thighs, or the first minute signs of wrinkles on her neck."

"It's the mystery we love David, whether we admit it or not."

Finally David seemed to get it.

"All right, Uncle Charley, I concede. Your argument has merit. Tell me, what do you think of Sherrie and the woman with her?"

David and Sherrie both worked for Charley, he as an up and coming furniture designer, her as an interior design consultant. She and her companion had just entered the display hall from across the room.

"Now, David, you know I love Sherrie like a niece, but I have to admit, she is one attractive female. She's only moved twenty feet from the entrance and has been stopped three times, all from men greeting her. They seem to like her companion quite a bit too, even if she seems to be a bit older."

David frowned at the attention she was getting, he harbored feelings for Sherrie.

Charley laughed at David's frown.

"Boy, if you love that girl you better snatch her up before she gets a better offer. She could probably do better if you leave her alone."

"Seriously, I think she has feelings for you too. But neither of you own a physic hat, so you have to actually tell each other how you feel. If you don't, you may both miss out on something that could be grand. You should marry her, idiot, so she really would be my niece. That's my opinion on the subject."

Anxious to steer the conversation away from his lack of a love life at the moment, he asked what his uncle thought of the woman Sherrie was with. For the first time tonight, his uncle seemed to sparkle.

"That, my boy, is a fine example of mature Southern womanhood. Not too thin, not too fat, built for comfort and speed."

He looked at his uncle, surprised. It was the first time since his rather ugly divorce two years ago he had even expressed a passing interest in a woman.

"I'm guessing her age to be about forty, maybe a year or two older. She may be a miracle of modern science, silicons sacks, nips, tucks, dyes."

"Or it could all be an illusion. Heavy make up, a body shaper underneath, a bra designed by a NASA engineer, with air assist and gyros to maintain altitude and projection. Support hose and a padded panty to make her ass look great. Who knows? Strip her down, her boobs may sag to her waist. She might have ugly nipples, a roll at her tummy and a flat ass."

Then he grinned.

"But right up until the wrapping comes off, she is one fine female, easily the most attractive for her age in the room."

David didn't know whether to laugh or cry for his uncle.

"Charley, Charley, let it go. How do you know so much about this stuff anyway?"

"Because David, my bitch of an ex-wife put me through all of it. Tits not perfect? Nip, insert, problem fixed. Liposuction, vein surgery, facelift, two hundred dollar bras, corsets, support hose, padded panties just until she could get her butt shaped. And when she finally got where she thought she needed to be, she decided she was too good for plain old Charley, and traded up. So, yeah, David, I'm a little gun shy around women my age."

"I guess what burns me most is that I didn't care about any of it. I knew you can't stay twenty five forever, I knew we were going to gain weight, get wrinkles, and slow down, and I didn't care. But she did. And the more I assured her it didn't matter that we were aging, the more determined she was to try and stop the clock. Her perceptions and attitudes became so skewed I didn't know her anymore. When I finally got to know the new her, I didn't care for her. But by then it was too late. She had found a younger lover who told her everything she wanted to hear, and believed every word of it. I just wonder what she's going to do when she finally finds out she can't out run the clock. I'd like to see her face at that moment. It would probably erase a lot of the pain I carried for so long."

David sighed. The divorce was bitter. Charley had tried to go fifty fifty and walk away, but she wanted it all. The business, the homes, most of the money.

So Charley surprised her. Quiet, honorable Charley got loud and dirty, exposing her affair and all her modifications in court. A tape he had made of her discussing how to destroy him with her lover, who also happened to be her lawyer, blew the whole case out of the water. When the dust settled, she got less than 40%, and had to pay the lawyers and court costs.

Her lover got reprimanded by the bar and suspended for a year. With no income coming in from him, she wanted to settle fast. Charlie surprised her by giving her the business, one house, and very little money. She thought she had got one by him.

She didn't realize that in an industry like theirs, reputation went a long way. Most of her older employees quit and went to work for Charley at his new shop. Shoddy work and a few missed deadlines and she was bankrupt, forced to sell for ten cents on the dollar. Charley was the only one who made an offer.

She refused until the banks gave her no choice. She took what she could get and sold the house she had gotten in the divorce, moved, and opened a small interior design company in another town. Although she hadn't worked at it in years, she was quite good and soon had a nice business, but she was very bitter. Surprisingly, her lawyer/lover stood by her, and they married, living a much less glamorous life than they envisioned. 

What Charley didn't know was his ex was behind him the whole time he was talking to David, and heard the whole conversation.

She had come of course to promote her business, and was having a hard time getting any interest. In frustration when an old friend turned down her overtures, she asked him point blank if Charley had gotten her blacklisted. He seemed surprised.

"As far as I know, Stella, Charley hasn't uttered your name to anyone in the two years you've been divorced. It's like you ceased to exist. As far as blacklisting, I haven't heard anything. The reason I don't want to do business with you is that I don't trust you. If you could do what you did to Charley, the man who loved you more than anything in the world, what would you do to someone who was just a money source? Sorry, but you'll find that's the prevalent attitude of most of your old business contacts." 

Then he drove the stake in her heart.

"Besides, when Charley got that big condo contract in Raleigh, he had to add an interior design consultant to his business. She's quite good for someone so young. She's brought in so much business he had to hire her an associate."

"Damn, damn,damn" she fumed silently. "First he screws me out of my old business, and now he seems intent on driving her out of my new one. Was he really that bitter?"

She calmed. Surely she hadn't turned him into that vindictive a person. He had no contact with her during the divorce except for the court sessions.

She had to admit, he got her good there. And she had not physically seen him except once in two years, and that was at the last market. She was going to speak, but he walked by her like she wasn't there.

This could work for her. She was damn good at her profession, surely he remembered from when they first started out. If he needed help that badly, maybe she could get him to let her sub contract some of it.

So she dressed conservatively, trying to tone down her enhancements, in colors she knew he liked. She rehearsed the speech a dozen times, trying to get him to focus on the old days, maybe stir up a good memory or two, then hit him with her sales pitch.

But then she heard his little rant, and realized there was still a lot of ill feeling on his part. No way could she see him working with her. It triggered a rage in her she couldn't explain. Damn him anyway.

She looked across the expo, at his new interior designer. She had been pointed out to her the day before. As she looked at the older woman beside her a plan born out of pettiness and spite gelled. Maybe she drive a wedge between the designer and Charley.

She strode across the room, intercepting them at the mid point. Just as she was about to introduce herself, Sherrie was approached by a supplier. He had the new fabrics she was asking for, and had some samples in his kit. She excused herself, her aunt Norma was in a discussion with an architect and furniture designer about Frank Lloyd Wright. As she waited for an opening, the man excused himself to talk to another supplier.

"Hi, I'm Stella. Tell me, do you know the man over there, the one with the cane?"

"Hello, I'm Norma, and no, the man is not familiar to me."

"Really? From what I overheard I thought you knew each other quite well, he spoke so familiarly about your physical appearance."

Norma was perturbed. No one except her niece Sherrie knew her, she had just moved into the area after accepting a job. She was to be her associate in the interior design arm of her boss's business. It was a good move for her.

When Sherrie went to Charley and asked for help he sat her down.

"Sherrie, if things go as planned you'll need more than one soon. We may have to spin the whole section off. I know you, and I trust you. I also don't want you to go out on your own. Work with me, and when we spin this division off, you'll be in charge, with a suitable salary and a ten percent ownership stake."

"That being said, this is your first test. You find the person and hire them. Show me the resume, but the decision is yours. Deal?"

He held out his hand. She flew into his arms, hugged him long and hard, pulled back, grabbed his hand, shook it, and said "DEAL!"

The first person she thought of was her aunt. She was the reason she got into interior design to start with. Sherrie knew she had gone through a rough divorce recently, her husband was a serial cheater, finally throwing Norma away for a younger woman. She was devastated, and her husband fed on her pain, keeping her off balance and confused during the divorce. She lost most of her savings and her home.

Norma jumped at the chance Sherrie offered. A new job, new city, new chance at life. She couldn't wait to get started.

Norma looked Stella over. What was her point here?

"I'm not sure I know what you're talking about. I've never actually met the man. Sherrie hired me, I work directly for her. She was just going to introduce me. It's curious, what could he possibly have against me?"

Stella knew she had her hooked. While she was talking Stella did a mental inventory. She had to admit for her age, and women were better than men at guessing, she was quite attractive. She couldn't detect any "after market" work, as she liked to phrase it, except her hair. That couldn't be her natural color. For a woman in her early forties she had held up well.

What Stella didn't know was how devastated Norma had been after the divorce. Being told she was being replaced because she was fat, old, boring, and unattractive constantly had taken its' toll. She had wallowed in self pity for awhile, gaining weight and letting her appearance in general decline.

Sherrie had knocked it out of her during her last visit, dragging her to a salon for a cut, color, and manicure. Then she signed her up at a gym and Weight Watchers. It was her wake up call.

She lost the twenty pounds she had gained, then ten more. Forced to buy new clothes, she had gone conservative but feminine, looking all business while at the same time letting you know there was a woman under the business suit. She was actually forty seven, but looked younger. All in all, she was pleased with the payoff from her hard work.

Tall for a woman at 5'8", her 140 lbs were spread nicely on her frame. Her only mental complaint was her bust size, 38B, which in her mind made her a bit top heavy. Of course, when she was young, and even now, it was a definite drawing point for the men, but she often wished she was a bit smaller. These thoughts surged when she was in business attire and wore a heavier bra all day.

It was a relief when she could get home and remove it, although she often looked in the mirror critically, noticing the effect time and gravity was having on her.

Stella knew she had her hooked, and moved in for the kill.

"Well, not to gossip, but as one woman to another, his description of you was, to say the least, unflattering."

Sherrie interjected.

"Charley? I've never heard him say anything bad about anyone. If there was ever an old school Southern gentleman, it's Charlie. Even people who didn't deserve courtesy receive it from him."

The last comment was aimed right at Stella, and she knew it.

Stella just smiled. She had them.

"Child, St. Charley may not be all you see. How could a gentleman describe your friend here as probably having, and I'm quoting here, 'saggy boobs, ugly nipples, a belly roll, and a flat ass' or wearing a "NASA designed bra, body shaper, butt padding, and support hose. Quite the unflattering opinion, wouldn't you say?"

Norma had slowly gone pale, reliving the pain of her divorce. Her ex had said the same and more, and it had hurt. All her work for her new body, all the positive energy she felt by moving on, all came crashing down. Soon, her pain turned to anger.

"He actually said that?"

"Oh, that and more, but I believe you get the idea."

Sherrie interjected. She had finished her business discussion and had returned to Norma.

"I don't believe you. Charley would never say anything that mean. You must have it wrong!"

Stella smiled a small, vindictive smile.

"Ask him yourself. Despite our troubles, I've never known him to lie. Well, I have to go. Enjoy the Expo. Nice to meet you, Norma."

She strolled off, satisfied.

Norma had gone pale, then bright crimson. Shame surged, then anger. Damn him, who did he think he was, speaking so ill of her? Of all the nerve.

Before Sherrie could recover, she was striding angrily in his direction. He looked up, smiling. This must be the aunt Sherrie talked about. He did a mental inventory as she approached. He was right in his initial assessment, she was very attractive. It could be pleasant working with her. He stood.

"Hello, you must be Norma. I'm Charley, Sherry has told me---"

This was all he got out before she slapped him, hard. The sound echoed through the hall. People looked around, sensing conflict.

"How dare you! You don't know me, don't know the first thing about me. I do not have ugly nipples, or a belly roll, and my bottom is quite well rounded, thank you very much." People watched, fascinated.

Sherrie had her hand to her mouth in horror, David was stunned into silence, even Norma was stunned at her outburst.

Charley rubbed his jaw, sure there was a hand print there. He looked over and noticed Stella laughing and it clicked, she had to have been listening to his conversation. He stood, leaning on his cane.

"My sincere apologies, madam. While I did say those very words, they weren't directed specifically at you, more a general comment on female vanity. Never the less, I should never had said it. It was rude. My only defense is they were presented to you out of context, and the two glasses of wine on top of my pain medication has interfered with my common sense."

"Now if you would excuse me, I've a cab waiting outside. David, Sherrie, Miss Norma, I hope the remainder of your evening is quite pleasant."

He turned, took a few steps, looked back and grinned.

"If it's any consolation, I'm sure your nipples are quite lovely, your tummy is flat, and if you bounced a quarter off your bottom it would put someone's eye out. Goodnight all."

They watched him limp off. Sherrie was in shock, Norma was horrified, and David was grinning like an idiot.

"MY GOD! What have I done? I'm so sorry Sherrie, I don't know what came over me. Do you think I still have a job? It doesn't matter, he'll probably fire me before I get started."

Norma was in tears, her new life was already over before it got started.

David was doing his best not to laugh openly.

"Girls, girls, don't panic. It'll be all right. Charley will be fine tomorrow, he'll most likely think it's the best night he's had in a while."

David filled them in on the actual conversation, telling them that Charley thought they were the two most attractive in the place, and how rare it was since his divorce that he paid any attention to any woman, much less be complimentary.

"One thing for sure Norma, you definitely made an impression on him. I'm sure after a bit of awkwardness tomorrow things will smooth out."

Norma looked at him like she didn't believe a word coming out of his mouth. She was thinking it was a good thing she was staying with Sherrie and hadn't gotten around to looking for an apartment. She was thinking, shit, she wasn't thinking at all. Why couldn't she control her reaction?


Sagging Boobs, Ugly Nipples Ch. 01



And his ex-wife, damn that bitch. What goes around comes around, she thought. Someday you'll get yours. I just hope I'm around to see it.

"Sherrie, I'm so sorry for my outburst. My divorce, my ex-husband and his treatment of me, all came surging back. I think this is just a case of misplaced aggression. Anyway, that's going to be my defense if I get to talk to your boss. I just hope he doesn't hold it against you."

"Relax, Norma. There isn't a more understanding man in the universe. Just explain what happened and beg forgiveness. He'll be fine. Just be yourself and sincere, that's all you can do."

David agreed, trying to get her to relax.

"Come on girls, I'll escort you back to the hotel. I think we've had enough fun for one evening."

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PART TWO: Crow for lunch. With a side of foot.

Norma spent a restless night. If she had her own transportation, she would have left first thing.

Sherrie was upbeat and supportive.

"I bet he's forgotten all about it. Just go come to work and do your best, it'll be fine, you'll see."

She didn't believe a word but had nothing to lose. As it turned out, she didn't even see Charlie again for two weeks. Seemed he like to spend most of his time at the factory or in his private shop, designing furniture.

After the divorce, he got away from traditional furniture and specialized in kitchens and children's rooms.

He was propelled into the mainstream when he did some furniture for a lawyer friend of his, who shared the pictures with his brother, also a lawyer on the West coast. He was an entertainment lawyer, and one of his clients was a popular singer. The singer was also a friend, and he showed the pictures to him.

One thing led to another, and Charley ended up doing the furniture for his new getaway cabin, if you can call a four thousand foot, multilevel house a cabin.

Architectural Digest did a story, and the photos and personal endorsements of his work propelled him into the mainstream. They did a back story with photos of Charley, Sherrie, and David, in the factory and her design studio.

The local TV station did a segment on them, and one of the cable networks did a half hour show on their home and garden channel.

Already busy, suddenly they were swamped. They added workers and expanded the production floor, and still turned away work. Charley refused to substitute quantity for quality.

A developer in Raleigh, N.C. was an old friend, and when he decided to do an upscale condo project, he called Charley. After meeting with Sherrie and David to get their input, they committed to the plan. Twenty seven luxury condos, all designed and furnished by Charley and company, to the specifications of the owners.

They had had contracts approved for half the units before ground was broken. Sherrie and Norma were in for long hours and a grueling schedule.

Out of the blue, Charley called and asked her to lunch the next day. Her behavior came rushing back to her, but you don't say no to your boss, and agreed to be picked up at noon.

He picked her up in his four door, four wheel drive truck, apologizing, he had been out in the field and hadn't had time to change clothes or vehicles. She had never ridden in something so large or sat so high off the ground.

He had on a faded denim shirt over a black t shirt and worn jeans. He took her to a small diner she had never noticed before, even though she went right by it everyday to and from work.

"I'll take you somewhere more upscale next time, I promise. The food here is quite good though. Shall we?"

He opened the door and helped her out, reminding her to watch her step down.

The place was homey, everybody was friendly, and they all seemed to know Charley. They gave her a menu and brought water and a sweetened tea for him.

"Ya'll know what you want yet?" said the middle aged waitress, holding her pad.

Charley started to order but she interrupted him.

"Hush, Charley, I know what you want. Fried chicken thigh, okra, and mashed potatoes. I was talking to your friend. The meatloaf is really good today, sugar, just saying."

She could smell it and her stomach rumbled. Making a promise to spend extra time on the Stair master, she took the meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and creamed corn.

She brought out the order and a platter of homemade biscuits.

They ate in silence, enjoying the meal.

The waitress bustled back out.

"Chocolate pie, carrot cake, or banana pudding?"

She groaned. He laughed.

"Go on, if you don't, I'm going to eat mine in front of you, smack my lips and talk about how good it is. You'll hate me before I'm done."

Two chocolate pies and coffee, and they weren't small pieces.

She looked at the time. They had been gone for an hour and a half.

"Oh my, I need to get back to work. Sherrie must be wondering where I am."

He just smiled.

"She knows you're with me, what can she say. I've enjoyed lunch, but the main reason I brought you here was to apologize for my comments when we met. It was wrong, what I said. But you need to understand, I wasn't talking about you specifically, but women in general, and it WAS taken out of context, by someone I have a lot of history with."

She held up her hand. 

"Please I should apologize too. I was upset about things you had nothing to do with, it just brought back a lot of pain. I reacted badly. Peace?"

She held out her hand. He took it.

"Peace", he said, "but I won't take back the part about you being attractive. And, truth be known, men are just as bad. I'm sure you've known a man or two who has gone through his 'midlife' crisis. You know, dyed hair, flashy sports car, young girlfriend. We're just as vain as women. Why do you think I go to the gym and play tennis, use a shampoo that makes my gray hair stand out, and use the tanning bed my ex left? Vanity, my dear Norma, is not gender specific. That's how I hurt my knee, trying to return a volley I knew very well I couldn't reach."

He dropped her off at the studio, thanking her for lunch and a chance to clear the air. He promised to take her somewhere more upscale next time.

She was humming to herself as she went through the door. Sherrie grinned and tried to look disapproving.

"And just where have you been, young lady? You have a job, you can't just go lollygagging around with some handsome, silver haired devil just because he buys you lunch. Next it'll be dinner, and who knows, maybe breakfast the next morning."

Despite herself she blushed while Sherrie laughed, but then rallied.

"Mind your business, child. If the boss wants to buy me lunch and occupy my time, who are you to complain? And it won't be dinner next time, but lunch in some upscale establishment."

"Oh, already got another lunch date? Fast work there, girl. Where did he take you this time?"

"The Lunch Spot."

Sherrie snickered.

"You didn't get the meatloaf, did you? You know twelve ounces of their meatloaf equals five pounds on your thighs, six if you had mashed potatoes. And if you got dessert, you can kiss your waistline goodbye."

Norma groaned.

"Wanna go to gym with me tonight?"

"Oh no. David is taking me out to a movie later. Don't wait up for me."

Glad to steer the conversation away from her love life, or lack thereof, she decided to give a little bit of needling back to Sherrie.

"Do I need to stay somewhere else tonight, give you a little room? When are you gonna admit you two are in love and do something about it?"

Sherrie sighed.

"It's not me. I know he loves me, but his ex burned him pretty bad, and he's skittish about relationships right now. Damn that bitch anyway!"

She brightened.

"But you don't have to get a room, David has a very nice house, although I fully intend to redecorate it when I move in."

She stopped, realizing she had said too much. Norma smiled.

"I'll help, lord knows men have no fashion sense."

Sherrie hugged her.

"I'll take you up on that. Now, how about we do a little actual work? Mrs. Martin called, she's thinking about a new color scheme."

Mrs. Martin had taken advantage of advance sales of the condos, bought a penthouse, and was making full use of the decorating service that came as part of the package. They had created virtual rooms on the computer, and she had already changed her mind three times. She was driving David crazy with her furniture requests, and had even met with Charley once. He just smiled, made notes, and said he was sure she would be satisfied with the end results.

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PART THREE: Getting comfortable

The days went by. The condos were three quarters sold, and the building was almost complete. Sherrie and Norma were swamped. The purchasers were all well to do, and demanded the best. David and Charley were spending long hours on furniture designs.

Luckily most of the customers were inclined towards traditional furniture and were easy to satisfy. About one out of ten wanted something different, a few were really demanding. 

Sherrie, Norma, David, and Charley had many meetings to stay on the same page. They grew easy in their relationships, making it easier to have differences of opinion without worrying about bruised feelings or hurt egos. They all realized it didn't matter what they thought past a certain point. Whether or not they liked the end result, it was the decision of the customer.

"They're not always right" Charley summed it up, "but they are the ones footing the bills, and it will be hard for them to complain if we give them exactly what they want."

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Norma had gone out twice more for lunch with Charley, both pleasant experiences. Then they got really busy, and lunch became sandwiches in their offices as they struggled with their workloads.

She did get to see his house. To say she was impressed was an understatement.

Made of logs harvested from the property it sat on, it was an impressive two story affair with a rambling porch that wrapped completely around it. It had a roof of treated oak shingles, also of trees off the property. It was a man's house, no doubt.

He welcomed her in the shop out back, his design studio. She was there to bring him the specs for their latest client's demand.

"This guy is a pain in the ass. He wants us to be done in ninety days, but he keeps changing things. We did exactly as he asked and now it's not what he wants."

She knew there had been a heated exchange between Charley and the client a few days ago. Charley had sent him notice they were not going to be able to meet his demands and they were not going to work with him any longer.

The customer was one of those super rich guys who thought his word was law and everyone should scramble to please him. He was furious, threatening to sue for breach of contract.

"Look at your contract, sir. It plainly says that our services are part of the package as long as both parties agree. You have the right to use anyone you want, we have the right to refuse you if we don't think we can work with you. Sue if you want, you'll get nowhere. If you like, I can recommend several firms who would be happy to work with you."

"I'll ruin you!" he screamed.

Charley actually laughed at him.

"How? I carry no debt, and besides this project I have two to three years of work I'm committed to. You'll splash around, spend money and end up looking foolish while I continue to prosper. There are no skeletons in my closet, so if you try to slur me I'll be the one doing the suing. Goodby, sir, I hope you can find someone who can give you what you want."

The wife was furious when they got dropped. David and Sherrie had shown her the plan for her son's room. The six year old loved frogs, so David had designed a dresser whit a curved top that resembled a blue pond with lily pads. Small metal frog sat on the pads, and the drawer pulls were frogs that chirped when the drawers were opened. The walls were painted with a meadow motif, with cattails prominent in the foreground. His bed was a large lily pad that made a splashing sound when he lay on it. Sherrie had even designed the comforters, and an alarm clock that looked like a frog, and gave mighty croaks when the alarm went off. Now she was going to lose that, even though Sherrie had assured her that she could have all the plans for the next designer.

They had also designed the ceiling to look like a night sky, with embedded lights. It changed into a sunrise glow when the alarm went off.

She actually threatened to leave him if he didn't stop being such an asshole. He backed off, practically begging them to resume their work.

They had one more meeting, with the wife in attendance. He said little except to apologize, and she assured them there would be no more changes.

Sherrie asked her to take the final drafts and some suggestions out to his house, he was working in his home studio that day.

He took her into the shop to show her the project he had been working on.

It was a dining room suite. The table was massive, designed to seat twelve people. The top was made of black walnut and holly in six inch boards two inches thick, the rails were holly, and the legs walnut. The black alternated well with the white of the holly. The chairs had legs and rails of black walnut, with seats made of holly, and backs made of the walnut, with a four inch strip of holly in the middle. Very impressive.

"How long did this take you?" she asked, in awe.

"Four months, in my spare time, after the wood had seasoned. It was all done here in the shop." He pointed to the planers, routers, and lathes.

"It's so beautiful. How much does something like this cost?"

"Forty thousand for the set. Twenty two for the table, and fifteen each for the chairs."

"Do many people want things like these?"

He laughed. 

"I could give up the factory and the design studio and still have enough work to keep me going to retirement. I only do about four of these a year. The first set I did twelve years ago just went up for resale. I signed and numbered it, it went for seventy two thousand."

"How many have you done since?"

"The one you just saw was number fifty one. Would you like something to drink?"

She took several pictures, dropped the specs she had brought on his drafting table, and followed him into the house.

She stood at the doorway in awe.

The front half of the house had a cathedral ceiling, easily forty feet. A massive cut glass chandelier in a rustic style hung over the great room.

A fireplace easily big enough to walk into filled the opposite wall, made of field stone. The floors were hardwood, but she didn't recognize the grain. There was a stairway on the opposite wall, so impressive she just stopped and stared. Charley smiled at her wonder.

"Do you like it?"

"It's amazing! How did you come up with that?"

There was a brief flash of pain in his eyes.

"Where all good ideas come from. I stole it. Do you remember the cartoon version of Snow White and The Seven Dwarfs?"

She nodded, barely remembering.

"This staircase, or a version of it, was in the house. I always thought it was impressive. This was supposed to be my retirement home. I was foolish enough to believe at the time I would have grandchildren, so I designed this and the sleeping loft for them. When my marriage ended, I decided to build this house, even though it was never going to hear the laughter of children. Maybe when I'm gone David and hopefully Sherrie can live here and play with their grandchildren."

Her heart went out to him, and she touched his arm.

The stairs were cedar, large half logs. Each step had an animal head carved on the end. Rabbit, with big ears, squirrel, fox , deer[with real antlers inset], raccoon, bear[with what were real bear teeth, she learned later], and several animals she couldn't recognize.

"Would you like to see the loft?"

She nodded, and he took her hand and led her upstairs. The stairs went four high into the side of the house to a landing, then turned and hugged the wall to the top. She raised her eyebrows.

He answered her unasked question.

"Remember, I designed this with small children in mind. If they slipped on the stairs, they didn't have far to fall. Lessens the chance of injury."

The loft was huge, forty by thirty six, with a safety rail of cedar waist high.

Deeply carpeted, she saw he had converted it into his sleeping quarters, with the biggest bed she had ever seen as the center piece. A large bookshelf went halfway along the back wall, crammed with all sorts of books. He had added a small bath and closet. He led her to the rail.

"Look" he commanded, pointing.

The upper part of the front wall was huge triangular windows. She could see the front lawn and the small valley dropping away. It was beautiful.

"I love the view. Sometimes I'll sit in my rocking chair[there was a set by the rail], and watch it snow in the winter. It's very peaceful."

He was silent for a moment, and her heart went out to this man, living in a house designed for love, alone.

He showed her the rest of the house, three bedrooms and two baths, all filled with furniture designed and built by him, with help from David. She fell in love with the kitchen, all stainless steel, with top of the line appliances. Why would a single man need double ovens, with a six burner stove top and a grill alongside?

"This has to be a million dollar home", she thought, and found herself wondering how comfortable that huge bed was. She colored as he helped her into her car.

She kissed his cheek on impulse.

"Thank you for showing me your home. It's beautiful beyond words."

He colored slightly over the praise and the kiss.

"You're very kind, but I'm sure your professional side was changing all sorts of things in your head."

She thought for a minute, and realized the only thing it needed was her. Her own face flushed, where had that come from? He's my boss! He's older, he's wounded, he's.......exactly what she wanted. She needed to have a long talk with Sherrie.

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PART FOUR: The best laid plans

"Have you been to his house yet?" Norma blurted when she returned to work.

Sherrie smiled.

"Yes, don't you just love the stairs?"

"I love the whole thing. It's a man's house, no doubt, but with a few touches here and there, a woman could be quite comfortable."

"Norma!" Sherrie gasped in mock surprise, "Are you thinking about volunteering? You'd loose him in that big ol' bed."

Sherrie was even more surprised at her response.

"No I wouldn't! I wouldn't let any dead space develop, when he rolls over, I will too. It's about time I got into synchronized sleeping again."

"My, my. Nothing like declaring your intentions. Let's make a deal. You help me land my honey, and I'll help you hook yours. Shake?"

They shook, they hugged, they planned. Norma didn't know if she had a chance. Her feelings for Charley had strengthened over the months, but she had never felt any reciprocation from Charley.

If she only knew. Charley had given her a good deal of thought. He loved her smile, her warmth, her brains. That all that was wrapped in a body he really liked didn't hurt either. For the first time since his divorce, he was interested in a woman.

He tried to subtly probe David to see if she was seeing anyone.

"The only one I know for sure she's seeing is some silver haired old devil who keeps taking her to lunch, but won't take her to dinner. Step it up, old man, she won't stay on the shelf long."

"I'd love to, but it's complicated. She works for me and does a really good job. I'd hate to mess that up."

David knew he was splitting hairs, but he really thought they would make a good couple.





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"That's not entirely true. She works for Sherrie, in a business that she co-owns. Sure, you're the majority owner, but you don't actually have anything to do with that branch of the business other than coordinating efforts. If it doesn't work out, leave her alone and let Sherrie deal with her."

Charley counterattacked.

"In the same vein, when are you going to get serious with Sherrie? She won't wait forever. You know she gets asked out all the time, but she doesn't go, waiting on you. Don't leave her vulnerable, state your intentions. Admit it, she's too good for you, but for some reason, she wants you anyway."

So, while Sherrie and Norma were planning on having them for dinner, Charley and David were planning to have them for lunch.

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Part Five: A Nice Weekend

The condo project was almost finished. Five were already occupied, and all were done by Charley and company. House Beautiful did a spread on one, My State, the official state magazine, did another. Sherrie had to add two assistants, one for each of them. Charley had to add workers in both the office and the factory. With the economy in a slump, he could get the best, and took advantage.

He made David factory manager while he concentrated on his home studio, turning out custom furniture for ever increasing prices. They were all working like maniacs, and getting to see less and less of each other. All were getting frustrated. Charley looked around one day in loneliness and made a decision. He emailed them with instructions.

"You are to present yourselves at my house Friday morning. Be prepared to stay all weekend. This is not work related, but you are required to attend. Oh, and bring bathing suits. Non attendance is not an option. Eight o'clock Friday morning, do not be late!"

Sherrie and Norma were looking at each other when David called.

"Did you get the email?"

"We're looking at it now. What's going on?"

"Beats me, but he is the boss, and we all need to relax. Wanna ride together?"

They made plans to take his big SUV. He was at their apartment by six, loaded and ready to go by seven.

"Charley called me just before I left to pick you up, we're not to eat breakfast. He'll have it ready when we get there."

At seven fifty five they pulled into his driveway. He met them wearing an apron.

"Don't unpack, Breakfast is on the table. Let's eat."

Blueberry pancakes, bacon, cheese omelettes. Real butter and maple syrup. All hot and ready. They ate like pigs, in near silence.

They relaxed over coffee. Charley set the rules for the weekend.

"I cooked, so you guys get to clean up. If any of you cook, the rest of us cleans. House rules. If you can't find what you want in the pantry or fridge, we'll go out and get it. You can pick out bedrooms later. David and Sherrie, your turn to clean up. Norma and I will take a walk. Tonight we'll return the favor, while you guys enjoy an evening stroll."

He turned to Norma.

"Shall we?"

He looked at their faces and laughed as they walked out the door.

"No hanky panky in the kitchen! We have to prepare food there. We'll be gone awhile, I'm sure you'll find something to amuse yourselves with."

He took her down a small path, walking about a quarter mile before it turned uphill. The path ended in a small clearing by a stream.

There was a small waterfall, about eight feet high but fifty feet wide. A small rock shelf was just below it, and then the water fell into a large pool. It was beautiful.

"This place is amazing!"

He smiled. 

"Yes it is. It's one of the main reasons I bought the property, that and the trees. Of course, I intended to cut most of them down for furniture, but other than what it took to build the house, I just can't make myself do it."

How much land do you own?"

"Here, about a hundred eighty acres. I own some more acreage here and there, mostly timber lots."

"Wow."

He seemed embarrassed.

"It's not that much, really. I've done well in my life, professionally at least."

She could hear the sadness and a small amount of bitterness in his voice. She took his hand.

"You talk like your life is over! You have a lot of good years left. You're kind, handsome, and I think you have a lot of love in you. All you need to do is find someone to give it to."

She hadn't meant to say all that, it just came out, but she meant every word, and she didn't let go of his hand, even as they walked back. Just before they left the wooded path he stopped, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her. Just a light kiss for a few seconds, with no tongue, but when he released her she looked down, expecting to see scorch marks on the ground. 

"Wow! That was nice. Any special reason for it?"

His old grin was back.

"For being who you are, for making me feel alive again. And just because I wanted to, isn't that reason enough?"

She just smiled, grabbed him quickly and kissed him on the cheek. She stood back with her own grin.

"Sometimes I want to do things too."

She had a death grip on his hands as they came into the yard.

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Sherrie and David were still doing dishes. They would have been done sooner but for some reason warm maple syrup kept getting spilled on her nipples, and David had to stop and lick it off. They ended up christened the dining room table, both being secretly glad Charley built such sturdy furniture.

Sherrie saw then first.

"Look" she said, pointing as they emerged from the trees, holding hands.

David had a happy smile on his face.

"About time. They look happy, don't they?"

She held his hand, happy at the sight.

"Yes they do. I hope it works out, they both deserve a good person in their life."

David started laughing suddenly.

"What?" She asked. He rarely laughed, and she loved to hear it.

"If your aunt marries my uncle, when I marry you, does it make them double uncle and aunt?"

He stopped suddenly, both realizing what he said. Before they could continue Norma and Charley came through the door. They were laughing, but stopped when they saw their faces.

"Anything wrong?" Norma asked out of concern.

They were both about to say something when Sherrie started grinning. David looked at her and she pointed with her eyes. He saw and actually laughed again.

"No, nothing wrong. Did you have a nice walk? I bet he showed you the waterfall, didn't he?"

Sherrie was trying to stifle a laugh but not doing a very good job. She was continuing to stare at Charley, and when Norma looked around she saw it.

A perfect set of lip prints, in pale red, on his right cheek. His tanned skin made it really stand out. She went a nice shade of crimson.

Charley was looking at them, trying to figure out what was so funny.

"What?"

David was almost choking.

"Charley, it looks like you ran into something out there. there's a mark on your cheek. Must have been a tree branch."

Charley reached up and rubbed his cheek, looking at the faint red on his fingers. To their surprise instead of being embarrassed he smiled.

"Yeah, I got too close to the kissing tree. That happens sometime."

Sherrie joined in.

"Where is this kissing tree? I've never seen it the times I've been up here."

He laughed, happily.

"Oh, you can't find it by yourself. There has to be someone special with you. I'm sure you and David will find it this evening. Just don't get too close, the effects can be permanent."

Sherrie looked at David.

"When we find it, I'm gonna turn into one of those tree huggers you hear about!"

David went red, while Norma laughed out loud and Charley smiled.

Even though it was supposed to be a non working event, they ended up discussing the condo project for about two hours before Charley stopped them.

"Enough! The next person who mentions work has to do the next meals' dishes alone. Grab your suits, let's go up to the falls."

They changed, packed a picnic lunch, a cooler, towels and other items they thought they might need, and loaded them into his little off road vehicle. It resembled a little truck, Charley used it to drive about the property. He and Norma rode to the falls while Sherrie and David walked.

It took them about three times longer to get there than normal, they were about to go check on them when they came into the meadow. Norma suspected Sherrie had used a whole tube of lip gloss up, judging by the prints on his cheeks and neck.

Sherrie bounced up.

"Sorry we took so long! Charley, you should have told me you had a whole grove of kissing trees on the path! I didn't think we were ever going to get here, but I didn't feel like rushing."

David was glowing in pride and embarrassment. Charlie hugged Norma before he spoke.

"Not a problem. We'll let you two drive back, wouldn't want to put you at risk. Norma and I will just have to sacrifice."

Now it was Normas' turn to glow.

They laughed, they played. When it came time to swim, both Charley and David were enthralled. Sherrie had on a modest bikini that fit her very, very well. Norma had a one piece, but it was cut high in the legs and back, with a plunging neckline. The built in bra enhanced her bust. Charley was glad the water was on the cool side.

They laughed, splashed, swam and floated lazily. The sight of the girls floating on their back gave the men very lustful thoughts.

They ate the light snacks they had brought, washing down the fruit and cheeses with two excellent bottles of wine. Charley promised to take them the vineyard Saturday, it was close by. Later, as the girls got some sun, that included liberal amounts of lotion applied by their men. Charley and David walked to the falls.

"Are you ever gonna get off your ass and ask her?" Charley asked David in an exasperated voice.

David looked at Charley with amused eyes.

"I kind of did, just before you guys came back this morning. It kind of slipped out, but I plan on making it official, real soon."

"About damn time. You know I look on you as a son. You're my heir, when I go or retire the business is yours. So get with the program, give me some grand kids I can spoil."

David was speechless. He knew Charley loved him, but he never expected him to give him the business. Tears were in his eyes, he tried to speak but failed. Charley saved him from further embarrassment.

"Come on, time to head back. Remember, you're driving."

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The girls had been having their own talk. Sherrie told Norman about David having his Freudian slip, saying he was going to marry her. Norma hugged her in joy.

"Don't be so hasty, he hasn't actually asked yet. But it's gonna be soon, I can feel it. How about your man? Set the hook yet?"

"No, but he has it in his mouth. I'm gonna let him run with it before I set it, deep. There's a lot of love in that man. Damn that ex of his! He should have a house full of grandchildren by now. I guess the burden is on you now."

Sherrie laughed happily.

"I don't know about a house full, but two or three, definitely."

The men came back, and they gathered their things. David and Sherrie drove the small off road truck, while Charley and Norma took their time on the path. A twenty minute walk took them over an hour. When they got back, his face was basically painted with lip gloss. There wasn't a spot bigger than a dime from his hairline to the bottom of his neck that wasn't marked. Sherrie and David never said a word, and he seemed in no hurry to wipe anything off.

David grilled chicken and pork chops later in the evening, while Charley made salads. The girls laid on lounges on the patio, talking about how they planned to become accustomed to this. 

Sherrie pointed to a small knoll just past the property line.

"When we get married, we're gonna build a cabin there, so the kids can run back and forth between houses. Maybe we'll get them a golf cart or a couple of four wheelers. That way, when we want alone time, we can send them off to grandma's house."

Sherrie had lost both parents a few years ago. She was an unexpected baby, coming when her parents were in their early forties. Her mom passed from natural causes, and her dad died in a car accident. Sherrie thought he was still grieving her mother and wasn't paying attention when it happened.

Norma had one child, a daughter. She was killed while in Afghanistan, roadside bomb. Norma often thought that her death signaled the beginning of the end for her marriage. Sherrie was all the family she had left, and she was proud to serve as a surrogate mother.

Charley had made a large pitcher of sangria, and poured liberal glasses. The girls loved being waited on.

Sherrie joked with them about it.

"Charley, I'm so glad to see you're trainable. I'm having a time out of David, but at least he doesn't wet the carpet anymore, unless he gets really excited."

Everyone laughed, and laughed harder at his reply.

"Well, I guess you can teach an old dog new tricks. More wine, dear?"

He offered the pitcher to Norma, who smiled as he topped it off. She decided to tease and embarrass him just a bit.

"Why sir, are you trying to get me tipsy so you can take advantage of me?"

He looked her straight in the eye and said in his most serious voice, "No, madam, I am not. When I take advantage of you, I want you stone cold sober, so you can enjoy every sensation."

David and Sherrie screamed out their amusement, while Norma went bright red and fled into the bathroom. When she composed herself and returned, Charley tried to apologize. She cut him off.

"Don't you dare! Have I told you how much I love a man that speaks plainly and lets his intentions be known?"

It was his turn to color, while she laughed and kissed him lightly.

They ate, they lazed, they consumed another pitcher. Charley and Norma cleaned the grill and patio, rinsing the dishes and placing them in the washer.

Sherrie pulled David up.

"Come on, honey. Let's walk some of this fine meal off. You old folks don't wait up on us, I know you need your sleep."

Charley cut Norma off, telling them they were probably right, maybe he and Norma needed to lie down for a quick nap. That had both women glowing.

"Am I going too fast?" asked a concerned Charley as David and Sherrie wandered off.

"Yes. And I love it. You have to know by now I've been attracted to you since the first time you took me to lunch. Are you regretting today?"

There was just a touch of fear in her voice.

His smile warmed her.

"Not in the least. But it's been a long time, and I'm still trying to get used to the idea of having feelings towards someone again. Let's take it easy, let this grow at its' own pace. Is that all right?"

She wanted to say hell no, let's go see how much we can mess up that huge bed, but she saw the wisdom in his words. Both were still a little fragile, thanks to their ex spouses.

"I agree. But, I'm kind of out of practice in the kissing department. Help me catch up?"

She walked over, settled on his lap on the huge sofa, took his head in her hands and proceeded to try to catch up in one sitting. Soon they were both breathing heavily, he was massaging her breasts underneath of her shirt, and she was grinding into his erection. He was reaching for the hem of her shirt when they heard Sherrie and David come in. 

She almost fell off the couch. Somehow her bra had become unsnapped. Still trying to compose her face she looked at a grinning Sherrie.

"Norma, what happened? Did a wind blow through here fast enough to unsnap your bra?"

She looked solemnly at Sherrie and David. As she was about to speak Charley chimed into the conversation.

"Why yes it did. I'm sure you noticed it. It was probably much stronger outside, after all, it managed to blow your shirt completely off and then back on again, wrong side out and backwards. Almost a miracle, wouldn't you say?"

Sherrie looked down at her shirt, noticing the tag for the first time. Her face was priceless as she fled to her bedroom.

Norma tried her best to contain it, but her shrieks of laughter echoed all over the house. David and Charley just grinned. Norma went into the bathroom to adjust her clothing.

They laughed, each couple lazing on separate couches, as they watched a romance movie. 

Charley stood, and gave an a big yawn.

"Well, I'm for bed." He paused, "That big lonely bed. Seems a shame to waste all that space."

He looked pointedly at Norma, who blushed.

"I'd hate to see you so lonely. Maybe I should come up and tuck you in." 

She said this as she rose. 

"Excellent idea. After you."

They approached the stairs and he motioned her forward.

"You want me to go first? Why?"

He leaned forward and spoke in a husky whisper.

"Because my dear, if you go first I get to look at that spectacular bottom all the way to the top. It'll give me something to dream about."

She giggled, swaying her hips as she slowly, slowly, went up the steps.

Damn, that bed was comfortable! It made it more so when between kisses he told her she was the first woman to ever be in it with him. It must have taken them twenty minutes to say good night.

She remembered the conversation, and even though she wanted to stay, she pulled back.

"Well, it's going to be awhile before I sleep."

He looked at her sadly. 

"Me too. But it's for the best, I don't want to rush things, let's do this right." 

He held the comforter to his nose.

"At least you left your scent. I hope it lingers. It'll give me sweet dreams."

She had a wicked thought.

"I don't want it to fade. I want it to be the first thing you smell when you wake up. I have an idea."

She stood just out of reach at the edge of the bed. As slowly as she could, she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. Reaching inside her shirt in a practiced manner, she slipped out of the straps and pulled the red, lace trimmed bra out, giving him a healthy glimpse of the bottom of her breasts. She tossed it on the bed beside him.

"Here. This should hold my scent well enough. Sweet dreams, Charley."

She left,but not before she got a good look at the erection straining his jeans. She smiled all the way down the stairs.

David and Sherrie had already gone to bed. If the noise was any indication, they were being good employees, doing a stress test on the bedroom furniture.

She smiled as she stripped and lay down nude. She went to sleep gently rubbing herself, dreaming of a man for the first time in a long time.

About four she heard something in the house, and without thinking she slipped out of bed, catching a glimpse of Charley going up the stairs. He was naked. 

"I hope he looks as good in full light" she thought."

Something warned him, maybe a slight sound, and he turned at the top of the stairs. She suddenly realized she was naked too. They stared at each other for a moment, before she called out a soft good night and returned to her bed. It was a long time before either slept.

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Sherrie and Norma cooked breakfast, French toast and sausage patties with home fries. After David and Charley finished the dishes, they climbed into his big four door truck.

It was a slow, scenic drive, they had a destination, but didn't need to hurry. They stopped at the local farmer's market and bought fresh vegetables, meats, and bread for the evening meal. Charley had brought an ice filled cooler along to store the perishables.

It took almost an hour to get to the vineyard he had mentioned the day before. Everyone did a wine tasting except Charley. He was driving, and was familiar with the varieties. He told them to pick a case each, an unofficial bonus for their hard work. It took almost two hours before the selections were made and loaded on the back of his truck, secured with a cargo net.




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He took them to lunch at a small diner, famed for their burgers. Norma made a note to chain herself to the treadmill when they got back, after consuming the house special, a fully loaded quarter pound patty with cheese, tomato, coleslaw, pickles, chili, and onions. It was about four inches high, she barely got it in her mouth. She had to eat a ton of onion rings just to find the burger.

They stopped at a state park, and walked a three mile trail. It took them awhile, they kept finding groves of kissing trees. Who knew they were the dominant species in this area.

On the way home they stopped at a craft fair. David and Charley bought a few woodcarvings, while the women bought homemade scented soaps made from goat's milk.

They all needed a nap when they got home, and each couple snuggled into one of the over sized couches, drifting contentedly into sleep.

Norma woke up almost completely on top of Charley, but when she tried to move he gripped her tighter in his sleep, so she snuggle back down, breathing his scent as she slipped back into dreamland.

They woke up to clattering in the kitchen and patio. David and Sherrie had the grill fired up, the steaks they had gotten from the farmers market had been marinading since they returned, The corn and potatoes had been scrubbed and wrapped, and the bread, also from the market, had been sliced, buttered[and yes, real butter from the market]sprinkled with a little garlic and ready for toasting.

They stumbled out on the patio, straightening their clothes.

"Why didn't you wake us earlier?" Norma asked Sherrie.

She waved her hands.

"Oh, you old folks needed your sleep. After dinner, we're taking you somewhere special, and we needed you to stay awake."

They had opened a bottle of wine to breathe, and she poured everyone a glass.

"Just one, we have to drive."

Refusing to tell their destination, they ate a nice dinner. After the dishes were stacked in the washer, Sherrie grabbed Norma.

"Come on, we need to shower and get ready for our dates. Casual clothing, and I suggest you wear something a little loose."

David and Charley were showered, groomed, and waiting when they emerged. Following Sherrie's lead, Norma had on a nice sundress with low heels.

Norma and Charley were surprised when they found out they would be going in separate cars.

"All will be explained shortly" Sherrie said, grinning.

It was David's idea. While waiting at the welcome center of the state park for the girls and Charley to get out of the bathrooms, he wandered over to look at brochures of local attractions. One caught his eye and he put it in his pocket.

It was a drive in movie, specializing in new and classic romances. The text was specific.

"Relive the nights of snuggling with your special date at the drive in, or discover it for the first time. Who cares what' playing? But just in case, we have the latest and greatest romance movies of all time. If she's not in the mood when she gets there, she will be by the time you leave!"

The name of the drive in was Foggy Windows.

Sherrie ran back to them as they waited to get in, snapping a picture.

"Surprise! Enjoy yourselves, don't do anything I wouldn't!" She ran giggling back to David.

When they pulled up, the cashier grinned at them.

"The couple in front paid. They told me to tell you they would be on the back row, and you should join them, but don't park too close. Enjoy the movie."

They did it up in style. Charley got her popcorn and a soda, and surprised her when they got back to the truck and opened the back door.

His smile was huge when he explained that he thought they would be more comfortable in the back, no console between them.

She gave him a quick kiss and climbed in, practically dragging him behind her.

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Part two in three to four days. I seem to be stuck on romances again. I've got a couple of really dark stories ready, but I think I'll wait to after the first of the year so I don't bring anyone down for the holidays. As always, tell me what you think.



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Read part one or this makes no sense. 

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Norma and Charley sat comfortable in the backseat. The movie was one of those sappy love stories by a noted romance writer, to this day neither could remember which one.

At first it was just light kisses, a small caress. Norma got bolder, rubbing her hands along his sides and over his chest. The kisses got deeper, longer, more intense. Soon she was practically in his lap.

His hands had not been idle, brushing her cheek, her throat between kisses, tangling her hair gently before gripping it firmly as he kissed her, until finally they started going south, rubbing her smooth legs as she wiggled onto his lap. The cute little sundress was now wrinkled beyond smoothing, riding almost up to her panties.

They broke apart for air, and she gently unbuttoned his shirt, kissing his lightly furred chest, smiling as the hair tickled her nose.

It was dark, his windows were tinted, but at the time it could have been broad daylight on a blanket in front of a crowd, and they couldn't have stopped.

She broke a kiss and untied her dress straps, pulling it slowly down, exposing and removing her strapless bra. His hands went instinctively to her breasts, but she held them and slowly rubbed across his chest. He could feel the nipples hardening as she rubbed, and his erection was desperately trying to find a way out of his shorts.

She leaned back and placed his hands on them.

"Careful" she whispered, "it's been a long time since they've been played with."

He didn't play with them, he made love to them. Starting by covering them, feeling the firm globes with joy, lightly rolling the nipples. She gave a small whimper, which encouraged him to let go with hands and replace with his tongue.

Softly at first, but getting harder as their arousal heightened. Soon he was sucking hard and nipping lightly, as she tried to stay still. If he had looked up, he would have seen her biting down on her bra to stifle the groans and small screams.

She was concentrating so hard on the sensations of her nipples she almost didn't notice the hand trace the outline of her panties. They were soaked, and before she could react he slipped beneath them, gently rubbing her clit. She stiffened before starting to whimper again. Emboldened, he slipped another finger underneath the band, rubbing lightly up and down her soaked opening before plunging in. She almost swallowed the bra she had clamped between her teeth in pleasure, screaming into it. He started a rhythm, sliding in and out rapidly a few times before withdrawing and massaging her clit vigorously. Only his iron grip on her waist kept her in place.

He found her g spot, massaging it rapidly while his thumb flicked her clit in time. She stiffened, erupting into one of the biggest orgasms of her life. She spit the bra out and started kissing him feverishly, not realizing he hadn't slowed down. Four minutes later she erupted again, screaming into his mouth.

She sat up and pushed his hand away.

"Stop, please. I don't think I can handle any more right now. If you're this good with your hands, I can't wait to feel your tongue and cock. I glad you don't have any close neighbors, when we get home they would call 911, thinking someone was murdered."

She looked around and started laughing.

"Look, honey" she said, pointing at the windshield.

They were completely fogged over, and it felt like ninety degrees inside.

"Want me to crack a window?

Her smile was flirty yet seductive.

"No, I want you to help me get your shorts down. My turn to play with the toys."

His eyes widened before the grin split his face.

He was average size, she guessed. It looked like it would fit just perfect, to her.

He was already rock hard. She touched, she squeezed, she stroked. Took him right to the edge twice before slowing down. Finally he couldn't hold back. He warned her.

She surprised them both by diving down. As soon as her warm mouth covered him he erupted, trying to strangle a yell. It was so intense he almost passed out.

When she came back up, she pulled a tissue out of her purse and cleaned him lovingly before she took a big sip of her soda, swishing it around before swallowing.

"I wish I had a breath mint. I know you don't want to kiss me no...." She found it hard to talk with a mouthful of tongue, so she gave up and started kissing him back.

After they settled down a little they straightened up their clothes as much as possible, discovered they both needed more to drink, and headed for the snack bar, looking at their clothes and blushing. Anyone who looked at them could see what they had been doing. The girl at the snack bar smiled slightly. She saw it all the time, but rarely with people this age. It was cute.

They passed David's SUV, and Norma pointed. The windows were steamed. Norma ran up and pounded on the windows.

"HEY! What's going on in there?"

Sherrie rolled the window down slightly, flustered.

"Nothing." she said in tiny voice.

"Well no wonder! Get in the backseat, you big dummies. It worked great for us! See you at home!"

They ran off, laughing at the shocked look on her face.

Norma sent Sherrie a brief text saying they were leaving, and they drove home. She held his hand the whole way back.

They showered as soon as they got there. He threw on an old pair of sweats, and she put on a very nice gown and robe. They were sitting on the sofa enjoying a glass of wine when Sherrie and David came through the door.

"You shit!" Sherrie screamed, running up to Norma.

"You almost gave us a heart attack when you pounded on the window! Great advice though, thanks."

She fell into her arms, still laughing. They hugged and kissed , then Sherrie kissed Charley while Norma kissed David.

When they retired for the evening it wasn't even debated where Norma was sleeping.

"Good night, kids. Come on Charley, time for bed."

Ever the gentlemen, he let her precede him up the stairs.

After their earlier adventure they were in no hurry. Charley slipped out of the sweats while Norma carefully lay her gown and robe over one of the rocking chairs.

They caressed, getting more familiar with each other. Charley was lean, very fit for his age. Norma was glad she stuck to her exercise routine. Her breasts sagged slightly, a testament to their size and her age, but were still firm and very responsive to his caresses.

He idly thought as he rubbed her tight bottom that you probably really could bounce a quarter off it. For some reason it made him proud of her, happy she was all natural, unenhanced. And very, very responsive.

He had scented candles he sometimes used when the fire place was burning to mask the wood smoke. Apple cinnamon, in very sturdy holders. He lit a few, more for the romantic mood than the smell. They reflected off the chandelier, sending a pattern of light across the ceiling and loft.

Norma lay in the bed, watching his body as he moved around the loft.

"This is too perfect" she thought, "wonder what'll come along and screw it up?"

All negative thoughts fled her mind as Charley returned to bed. Instead of lying beside her, he went to the foot of the bed and started nibbling her toes, then running his tongue from her ankle up the back of her leg all the way to her wet folds, swirling it slightly over her opening, lightly flicking her clit once before sliding down the other leg, spending a little time kissing the back of her knee before descending back to her ankle. he raised himself above her, running his tongue slowly up her spine to her neck, kissing it repeatedly before nibbling on her ear. She had her eyes closed, reveling in the feeling. He gently turned her over, going back to her feet and starting another ascension, once more just barely touching her sex as he passed over it, kissing her hips and stomach before pleasuring her breasts, suctioning her nipples impossibly long, before going to her throat. He kissed her cheeks and eyes softly as she tossed her head from side to side, trying to capture his mouth. He suddenly tangled his hand in her hair, pulling her mouth to his forcefully, tangling tongues in a dance of dominance and submission. She was gasping when he let her go, trailing kisses back down her body, gently spreading her legs.

Gentle kisses at first, but then the tongue and fingers became stronger, quicker, more urgent. She screamed when she orgasmed with pure animalistic pleasure, then again when he mounted her and pushed into her, slowly and firmly, before building to a rapid pace. For five minutes he pistoned in and out of her with speed and force, while she gasped and moaned beneath him. Her climax approached, and she wrapped her legs around him, meeting his thrusts.

"OH, CHARLEY, NOW! NOW NOW NOW NOW!"

She ended with a shriek, as he reached his apex and collapsed onto her. They lay for a few minutes, exhausted. He tried to ease his weight off her, but she locked her legs and wouldn't let go.

She finally slipped sideways and they lay together trying to regain their breath, when they heard the giggles.

Norma jumped up and looked over the railing into the face of Sherrie.

"Well" she said, "that's what I get for wanting juice in the middle of the night. Wow, Norma. A screamer, huh? Well, I'd wish you a good night but it's too late, sounds like you've already had one."

"I'm not sleepy now. I think I'll wake David, in a special way, see if he's interested in another round. I'll close the door so we won't disturb you, like aunt like niece. Must be in the genes. Don't get us up too early, okay? Good night."

But for fun she didn't close the door, and Norma and Charley drifted off spooned together, to the squeals and giggles from Sherrie, and the grunts and moans of David.

Norma woke suddenly, alone, disoriented. Then she relaxed, enjoying the feel of the comforter, relishing the smell of their sexual adventures the night before, and the aroma of coffee floating up.

She was surprised that she actual felt a little sore when she arose, then smiled, secure in the fact that she had given as good as she got.

"He better want me as much as I want him, because I'm not turning loose" ran through her thoughts as she showered, letting the warm water soothe her.

He was in the kitchen, quietly preparing breakfast. Small chunks of fried potato, sliced mushrooms, red and yellow bell peppers, onions, all sauteed, with a full dozen eggs and eight ounces of shredded sharp cheddar cheese, mixed thoroughly and poured into a coated baking dish. Thick slices of homemade bread from the market, generously covered in butter waiting to be popped into the oven, red and yellow tomatoes, sliced, lightly salted, and resting in the fridge.

"I'm gonna have to take over the kitchen" she mused,"or I'll look like Petunia Pig in a month."

He poured her coffee, kissed her good morning, hard, and caressed her cheek when he stepped back.

"Good morning! It looks like it's going to be another nice day. Sleep well?"

"Like a rock. You?"

His smile warmed her heart.

"I think I fell asleep kissing you and holding your right nipple. Didn't move until I woke up. Should I finish breakfast now?"

She walked to their door to knock but heard two sets of snores. She came back grinning.

"It would probably be best to wait awhile, but I'd love some toast now."

He slid the pan in the oven, topped off their coffees and they walked out on the deck. They sat side by side, enjoying the coffee and touching each other lightly. When the timer went off he brought the toast out with strawberry preserves and a jar of honey.

She went for the preserves, he took his and lightly drizzled honey over it. Playfully she ran her finger over his piece, sliding her honey soaked finger across his cheek and lips, then licking it off. One thing led to another and both the toast and the coffee grew cold.

She drew back when they broke for breath, grabbed the cups and went for refills. She handed his to him, kissing his cheek.

"Let's try to actual drink them this time."

He went into the kitchen, put breakfast in the oven after setting the timer for thirty minutes, and grabbed the morning paper.

She immediately took the sections she wanted, tussling lightly when they both wanted the same one. She won, read it first, and passed it to him, after putting a big lipstick print over the headline. His look of pleasure warmed her heart.

They read to each other, discussing the articles, until the timer went off. She went to wake the young lovers. David was already in the shower, and Sherrie grabbed her, hugging her quietly, and with a good deal of emotion.

"He finally asked me" she said, as tears leaked down her cheeks.

Norma understood immediately.

"He did?"

"Yes, it was so cute. We had just finished out third round of lovemaking, a record for us. It was the one after I heard your performance last night. When we were cuddling, he asked if he could have a 'do over'."

"Do what over?"

"Asking you to marry me. It kind of slipped out Friday, It wasn't how I wanted it at all. So, here it goes."

"He actual got out of the bed and got down on his knees!"

"Sherrie honey, the thought of you not being in my life every day from now on terrifies me. You're my sun, my moon, my Milky Way. I love you to the bottom of my heart and soul. Marry me, please?"

"Of course I told him I'd have to think about it and get back to him."

Norma had been hanging on every word. When she heard the last her hands flew to her mouth.

"You didn't say that, did you?"

Sherrie enjoyed her discomfort for a second.

"Of course not, you big dummy! I'm surprised my scream didn't wake you. I must have said yes twenty times before he got me to stop. And the three round record I told you about? It went to four."

She left them and didn't say anything to Charley, it was theirs to tell.

They ate quietly, all lost in thought, before David started talking.

"Charley, can I ask a favor?"

"Sure, son. What's on your mind?" he replied absently, looking at Normas' legs.

"Can I cut a wider road up to the falls?"

That got his attention.

"Why would you want to do that?"

"So we can get regular trucks up there. It takes a lot of materials for an outdoor wedding, I don't think your little Gator can haul it all."

A slow grin creased his face.

"Wedding?" he said, looking at both.

Sherrie jumped in. 

"Can we have it here, at the falls? Please, Charley?"

He kissed Sherrie on her cheek and shook David's hand.

"Of course you can. As my gift to you I insist on paying for it. No argument, or you'll have to find another place."

"Thank you, Charley, but I have an even bigger favor. You're like a father to me. Will you walk me down the aisle?"

He was overcome. The simple words meant more to him than he could express. He tried to turn away, but they all saw the tear trickle down his cheek. He took several deep breaths to compose himself, but his voice cracked a little as he replied.

"It would be the greatest honor ever offered me. Of course, my darling child. Thank you."

Sherrie hugged him tightly, crying with joy.

Norma watched, her own tears streaming. Even David had moisture in his eyes.

"I'm going to wrap that man with love so thick nothing will ever hurt him again" she thought.

"He deserves that and more, just for being the man he is."

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They stood at the door waving as the young couple drove off. Sherrie told them they were going to stop by some jewelry stores, to find the perfect ring. Charley asked Norma to stay another night, he would bring her home in the morning.

He had his arm around her.

"Remember what it was like?"

"I don't remember it being like they have it. They're perfect for each other. What shall we do today?"

"I vote we run around naked all day and do whatever comes to mind, but I'm open to suggestions."

She didn't say a word, just turned and went into the house, shedding clothes as she went. She was topless by the time she reached the door, an advantage of living so far off the beaten path.

"Bring this in for me, will you?"

He had been lost in thought, and turned around to see her hang her bra on the doorknob.

He stopped to pick up her top, then got the bra, making sure the door was locked. He occasionally had visitors and didn't want any surprises. He picked up her sandals and shorts as he went through the living room, and found her panties at the entrance to the kitchen.

She was leaned over a counter looking out the window. She had arranged it so the first thing he saw was her bottom. He stood there admiring her for a minute.

Suddenly she felt something hit her right cheek. It bounced off and fell into the sink, clattering loudly. She looked and saw a quarter. Looking at Charley, she saw his smirk.

"Told ya. I'll have to be careful, or I will put someone's eye out."

They laughed, they played. She told him he could do anything he wanted if he could catch her. This led to a spirited chase through the kitchen and living room, before he caught her in the dining room.

"You win, good sir. What would you claim as your prize?"

"This" he said, sitting her on the dining room table.

He was as naked as she was by now, his rampant cock pressed against her opening, sliding back and forth in her moistness. He changed his backstroke angle just a bit, entering her quickly and fully. She let out a loud gasp as he filled her, and started rocking back, matching his intensities.

He would slow down, speed up, change angles, bringing her close until she couldn't hold back and squirted all over him and the table. He didn't hold back either, slamming harder for a few minutes before lifting her off the table and bouncing her up and down. She reached her second the same time he reached his first, both crying out in passion.

He sat her back down on the table where she held him in a tight embrace, crying softly while he stroked her hair. When she calmed she pushed back a little, and noticed the teeth prints on his left shoulder. She kissed them tenderly, apologizing.

He laughed and shushed her.

"Don't apologize. I expect a matching one on the right before tomorrow morning."

They cleaned themselves, he slipped into his sweats and her into pajamas, and they took a nap on one of his huge sofas. She awoke once, spooned in deeper and kissed his back before drifting back off. They slept three hours.

They nibbled cheese and crackers for lunch. Instead of cooking he took her to a barbeque restaurant nearby and they feasted on ribs for dinner.

Later, when they were relaxing on the couch with light music coming from his stereo, she reflected on how quiet it must have been for him here all alone. She looked around, redoing the room in her mind.

Charley noticed it and grinned.

"Adding a woman's touch.?"

She started, embarrassed.

"How did you know?"

"Because you're a lot like me. I do the same thing, though I try not to. I go into a person's home, and in no time at all I'm rebuilding it, changing the furniture, knocking out walls. I try not to, but after all these years it's just second nature."

"Sorry" she said, snuggling deeper.

"Don't be. The place could use some brightening up. Bring some samples by when you're up next weekend, run it by me."

Next weekend? Samples? She couldn't suppress the tingle that went through her.

It was the greatest weekend of her life thus far.

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He drove her to her apartment the next day on the way into work so she could change into professional clothes. She left the bedroom door open[by accident, of course]and he gallantly assisted her by removing her panties. His courtesy seemed to abandon him when she tried to don a more conservative pair, and she ended up being even later than she thought because she had to take another shower. It would have been lunchtime if she hadn't thrown him out of the shower. She brushed his cock and he winced. She grinned. 




Sagging Boobs, Ugly Nipples Ch. 02



"Sore?"

He nodded. 

"This was the best sex, no, scratch that, it was the most intense lovemaking I've ever experienced. How about you?"

She actually blushed.

"I'll do a lot of work standing today, my bottom is so sore. It'll take all week for me to recover. And it was the best I ever had. I know why your hair is white now. It takes so much to keep that wonderful cock of yours energized your body doesn't have the spare blood to keep the follicles producing color."

It was his turn to be embarrassed.

"So, if we get extra rest this week, wanna try to do even better next weekend?"

Her joy was unbounded.

"I'm more than willing if you are. It's a date."

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Even the smirk Sherrie gave her couldn't dampen her feelings.

"Sorry I'm late. Things kept coming up."

Sherrie's smirk got even bigger.

"Things? More like one thing kept coming up. Lighten up, you don't want to kill him before you get that ring on your finger. And, while we're on the subject of rings, look."

It was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen, signifying a lifetime of love and commitment.

They cried together on an overload of emotions. They were still hugging when a cold voice spoke from the door way.

"Well, aren't we professional this morning. Maybe I should come back later."

It was the only one in the world who could mar the moment.

Stella.

To her credit, Sherrie stayed professional.

"Sorry, Mrs. Stevens. I wasn't expecting you this early. We were just sharing some good news. I became engaged this weekend. You know him well, David Thornton, Charley's nephew. And heir as well, according to what David told me this morning. Seems he wanted to keep it in the family, not having any children and all. We're thinking about changing the name of the company to Thornton And Sons, or maybe Daughters, when Charley retires. Catchy, isn't it?"

It wasn't a shot across the bow, it was a broadside loosed at the waterline.

Stella actually went pale with anger. Charley had named the business in her honor when they first started out, Stellar Furniture, a word play on her name. Getting screwed out of the business, only to see it given away to another, incensed her. The boy[she could never call him a man]was barely tolerable when he was young. If Charley hadn't doted on him, she would have banned him from her house. He held her in the same regard, actually thanking her for screwing over Charley.

"Now he can find a real woman, someone he doesn't have to keep away from open flames and microwaves. Someone who'll look past a mirror occasionally and see a man she loves. I'll made sure you get an invitation when it happens."

She slowly regained control of her breathing. This wasn't how it was supposed to be, not at all.

She had 'stolen' a client from them, almost doing it for free just to get her foot in the door. She had heard the Raleigh developer was going to do two more condo projects, one in Atlanta, and one in Birmingham. It was her plan to do a superb job and ingratiate herself to the developer to steal even more business.

What she didn't know is he'd gotten a verbal commitment from Charley and company to repeat the magic they worked on the first one. Architectural Digest was doing an in depth article about his success in difficult times, and he wanted to announce the same team would be with him for the next two. It was just good business, plus they were the easiest group he had ever had to work with, meeting deadlines, making suggestions, keeping his customers very happy.

He knew the history between Stella and Charley, and asked him if he minded that she was going to one of the condos, the customer was very insistent. 

"Not at all. If I remember correctly, she was actually quite good. As buried as we are right now it's actually a relief. As long as we don't have contact on a regular basis, we'll be fine."

When her customer raved about the 'frog' bedroom they had designed for the six year old boy, asking if she could do something like that for her daughter, she assured her it wouldn't be a problem. She and the mother were friends, and slight rivals, and of course she wanted just a little more 'oomph' in her design.

Stella actually had a few ideas, and her customer insisted she 'consult' with the designers of the first room, she had no idea why. She was the customer, and Stella fully expected referral business from her, so she agreed.

The slight gloating feeling she had evaporated rapidly with the news of the impending wedding. But, business was business, and she intended to take as much as she could away from them.

Oddly, they thought her ideas were sound. The little girl was a big fan of fairy tales, and Stella wanted to build on that. The room would be a chamber worthy of a princess. A high set, canopied bed, white with pink pillows and comforters. The wall facing the bed would be painted with a road in the foreground, leading to a castle with turrets. The turrets would emit a small glow, comforting nightlights for the child. Several big trunks were scattered around the room, for treasures and secrets. Borrowing the idea of the frogs chirping when he opened the drawers, the trunks all had voices. One would say "welcome, princess" every time it was opened, another would give a warning "Beware! These secrets are guarded by spells! Beware!"

They all agreed the customer should love the design, and Sherrie agreed to get David to build the chests. They were almost cordial.

The warm mood evaporated when David and Charley showed up to take them to lunch. Charley flinched slightly seeing Stella, but put on his most professional face.

"Good morning, Mrs. Stevens. I trust your consultation went well. Anytime you need it, the ladies will be glad to help."

He turned to Norma.

"Honey, when you're ready, call me. The Lunch Spot all right?"

She saw the look in Stella's eyes when he called her honey, and she played it up. Why should she act angry, she threw him away?

"He's mine now, bitch. I wonder, do you have a case of buyers' remorse? Too bad, so sad. While you're in your little bed in your little house with your ambulance chaser, I'll be rolling around in that huge bed in that wonderful house with the best man I've ever met. Take that, slut!"

The little mental rant actually made her smile wider, and the steamy kiss left no doubt she was marking her territory. 

"In bed would be better, sweetie, but then we'd never get any work done."

Sherrie laughed and David grinned hugely, while Stella steamed. She slapped her portfolio shut and headed for the door.

"We're done here. Thanks for the consult. I'll take it from here. Please, you girls go ahead and enjoy suc...er, eating your lunch. Good day."

She stalked out, eyes blazing, back ramrod straight. She didn't quite slam the door, but it was close.

Charley looked at the door in wonder.

"What the hell was that about?"

Norma kissed him again.

"That was karma, honey. She just realized she got the short end of the stick. She wanted you to be miserable, pining away while she played with her lover boy. The thought that you're happy and have a lover is driving her crazy, especially since she tried to turn me against you the first time we met. I think this wasn't what she had in mind at all."

Charley started smiling.

"Just because I traded up and got a luxury model? Hell, even with all the aftermarket upgrades she got she isn't half the woman you are on your worst day. I ought to send her a thank you card."

Norma wanted to rape him, right there on the spot. Instead, she gave him a slow, sensual kiss that conveyed the idea that better things were ahead. Her eyes sparkled with emotion when they parted.

Sherrie grumbled with a smile on her face.

"I'm going to have to throw some ice water on you guys or we're never gonna have lunch. Let's go."

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The business kept expanding. They had to add two more designers and an another assistant to keep things on schedule.

David and Charley held interviews, added some office staff and a new plant manager, freeing David up for design work. Charley worked almost exclusively at home now, going in to the plant and design studios about twice a month. He always took Norma out to lunch, sometimes to her apartment for a little noon loving. Sherrie pretty much lived with David now and the wedding was rapidly approaching. 

They had expanded the clearing at the falls and upgraded the road.

Norma was slowly converting the cabin into a home, adding splashes of color and replacing the couches in the great room with even larger ones, in brighter colors. Charley pretty much let her do what she wanted. She thought flower beds would be nice, so Charley hired a local with a tractor and a tiller to come in and install them, under the close eye of Norma.

Although she didn't actually live with him, every Friday evening to Monday morning she barely left his side. Things were coming along nicely.

One Sunday evening, as they were lazing on one of those huge sofas, Charley stopped stroking her hair and turned her head slightly so he could look her in the eye.

"This is serious" she thought, as a small chill went through her. His speech proved it was.

"Hon" he said softly, "You know the wedding is next month. You'll be all alone, Sherrie already lives with David mostly anyway. You still haven't bought a car, and I've never understood that. When she leaves you'll be alone without transportation. I have a solution to your problem."

"He's going to give me a company car" she thought, "I wish it was something else."

Charley was indeed going to offer he something, but it wasn't a car. Well, not exactly.

She looked at him wondering again at what he was getting at.

"There is no way to ease into this, so I'll get right to it," Charley thought, "well here it goes".

"Honey, I don't want you to be alone. I think you should live with me, here. That way, we can see if we're compatible. I won't hold it against you if you don't. Either way we need to get you a car so..."

That was the end of the discussion for awhile. It didn't start back up until she was done kissing him.

"I would love to live together, honey. But be honest with me. Is this leading up to something else?"

He didn't even flinch.

"Yes. I've lived alone for almost three years now. I'm old, I have quirks. Before that I was married to live Barbie doll, who ignored me on her way to being the perfect woman."

"This is to get you used to me, to help me change into a better person. Someone you could be married to for the rest of your life. Yes, I'd like to marry you, but I'm not going to ask until I feel I'm good enough for you."

She was shocked beyond words. She got up and paced the floor for a moment, before she went back and surprised them both by slapping him. Then she poured everything she had into a kiss.

"You sure can be an idiot sometimes for such an intelligent man. I love you. I'd marry you tomorrow if I could. But, I've been around you long enough to know you're going to do it your way, so yes. I'll move in with you, and I'll marry you when you smarten up enough to ask me. Now, come on. I have this sudden urge to make passionate love to one of the dumbest men in the universe." 

She pulled him off the couch and practically dragged him to bed, where she made love to him relentlessly, as many times as she could get him to respond.

On the next Monday Sherrie was at the apartment packing even more of her belongings. She didn't want to have to move anything after the wedding. She felt sorry for Norman, if only that stubborn old man would admit he loved her things would be a lot easier.

"Are you going to keep the apartment?" 

Norma was glad her back was turned.

"No, I found a place I like a lot better. I don't have to put down a security deposit and they don't even do a background check. It's a lot nicer than this. It's actually a house, with a lot of privacy. The only drawback is I have a roommate, but I think we can get along. You've always liked this person, and you're a pretty good judge of character."

Sherrie stood, trying to think of anybody she knew well who was looking for a roommate, and was drawing blanks.

Norma turned and was grinning at her. It hit Sherrie like a bolt of lightning.

"No!"

"Yes!"

She dropped the bundle of clothes she had been holding and leaped into her arms.

"This is so cool! You guys are good for each other, you belong together. How? When? Where is this going?"

They sat down together on her bed.

"The when is this past weekend, I don't know how he got around to asking me, but he did. The where has church bells involved. He asked me to marry him, sort of."

Sherrie couldn't believe her aunt's good fortune.

"Define, sort of?"

Norma sighed.

"This is a trial run. Not for me, for him. His damned ex has him so mixed up he thinks he's not good enough for me. I didn't try to dissuade him, I just have to show him. He's not the lucky one, I am. I just have to patient until he figures it out."

Sherrie actually hissed.

"It's so easy to hate that bitch! The second happiest day in my life will be when you marry him. I just have to make sure she has to attend the wedding."

Norma flinched.

"Glad I'm not her. Now could we talk about something a little happier?"

Sherrie showed Norma the plans she had to change her new house.

"Did David agree to this?"

"Yes, after I told him he had no choice. Gotta take charge early, Norma, before they try to grow a spine."

Norma laughed, knowing if David told her to do something she would do it instantly.

The next month was extremely busy. Norma was the defacto mother of the bride, so a lot fell on her. Charley helped her, since he had to sign the checks. When it cut into his time with her, he made her hire a wedding planner. The planner said she couldn't possible pull it together that fast until Charley wrote her a check. Norma was kind of stunned at the cost. When she said something, Carley laughed.

"Spend what you need. If I find out you scrimped, I'm going to be very displeased. If you're going to be this way, I'm gonna have Sherrie do ours and forbid her to tell you what it costs. Rest assured, both of them will be worth every dime to me."

Comments like that made Norma weak in the knees, but she was getting used to them.

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Finally, it was time. The weather was perfect. Warm, with just a hint of fall. 

There were three enormous tents. One looked like a castle, with flags and turrets. The reception was to be held there. The other two were changing rooms and areas for the staff.

There was a bower built of mountain laurel, their twisted branches forming a beautiful arch. Festooned with seasonal flowers, with the falls presenting a perfect backdrop. The grass was groomed precisely. Carpet was carefully laid between the chairs, the altar was set up.

The reverend stood ready, and at exactly two p.m. on the nose, the string quartet started the strains of the wedding march.

"She's so beautiful," she thought, as Charley, in a crisp tux, escorted Sherrie down the aisle.

She was pleased beyond expression when the reverend asked "Who gives this woman in marriage?" Charley spoke up and said "Her aunt and I do."

She stood proudly by Sherrie, her Matron of Honor.

The band was perfect. Children played in the sparkling waters of the falls as the couple took their first dance, followed by David dancing with Norma while Charley twirled Sherrie around.

She whispered something in his ear. He held on to the end of the dance and excused himself immediately. He had tears in his eyes as he passed Norma, waving her away as she approached.

"What did you say to him?" asked a visibly upset Norma.

Sherrie smiled.

"I whispered in his ear while we were dancing. I said thanks, Dad."

Norma felt her own tears come when Sherrie leaned in and whispered in her ear.

"And thank you, Mom."

Luckily Charley returned just then, so she had someone to cling to while she cried.

They stood and waved as they drove off in the carriage to the waiting limo.

"It's been a good day." said Norma, leaning into him.

"The best" agreed Charley, absently stroking her arm.

"I bet I can make it even better" said Norma with a smile.

"I don't see how that's possible."

She smiled. "Wait until we're alone. Then tell me that."

That night, as they got ready for bed, she handed him an envelope Sherrie had given her, swearing her to secrecy. The card fluttered from his hands.

She picked it up, tears dripping from her face, and read it again.

"Mr. and Mrs. David Thornton take great pleasure in announcing the birth of either their first daughter, Norma Marie, or their first son Charles Victor, in about seven and a half months. The child is named for his or her grandparent, with more to come. God bless you Norma and Charley, we love you."

They hugged each other as their tears mingled, before making slow gentle love, and slipping into the sleep of the just.

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She woke to a sound she couldn't identify. It was Charley, outside, blowing a car horn.

She came out in a robe.

"What are you doing? It's a good thing we don't have close neighbors. Whose car is that?"

It was a Mustang convertible, artic white. The shine made her want to shield her eyes.

"It's your new car! Like it?"

She gasped. Her dream car had always been a Mustang, something Sherrie knew well.

She slid in the seat. It was a straight drive, which she preferred. She turned the switch, listening to the rumble of the big eight cylinder engine.

Charley was practically dancing at the look of joy on her face.

"Like it? I have to tell you, I don't know much about Mustangs. When Sherrie told me how much you liked them I wanted to get one perfect for you. I researched them on line."

He paused for a breath.

"There's this guy in Michigan, he seems to know all there is to know about them. I emailed him and asked what would be good for you, and told him money wasn't really an issue, He flooded me with even more information. Aftermarket accessories, color coordinated brakes, chin spoilers, special wheels, turbochargers, the list went on forever. Finally, I told him you liked straight drives, power, and convertibles, and I was no mechanic, so it had to be something the dealer could service. I think he was disappointed, but he must have access to every Ford dealership in the country, because he found me this one. It's a Rush, or Raush, something like that. He says that they went really fast. Then he told me if I didn't keep it garaged, or drove it in the snow and got road salt on it, he would hunt me down and kill me. I don't think he was joking. It's supposed to very fast. Wanna go for a ride?"

"Is the Octo-Mom a stupid, selfish bitch? Get your ass in the car."

"I'm gonna make him take it back" she promised herself as she slipped out of the driveway. "but I just have to drive it one time."

She barked the tires in three gears before she got comfortable with the clutch. Charley was starting to get distressed. He nearly lost it when she caught the interstate. It was Sunday morning, and there was very little traffic. She decided to see how fast she could go.

When she hit ninety Charley didn't say much, but when she hit a hundred and five he started panicking.

"For God's sake, Norma. Just because it's got a high number on the speedometer doesn't mean you have to do it. Slow down!"

She surprised both by laughing with pure joy. She had it up to one thirty.

"Don't be such a pussy, Charlie, I can handle it."

"Norma, if you don't slow this car down right now, when we get home I'm calling the dealership and swapping it for something wit a four cylinder."




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She saw he was serious and slowed down immediately. She was hooked. No way she was giving up this car.

She was still doing fifteen over the limit when the lights came on.

"Great, there goes my insurance rates" mumbled Charley under his breath, as the patrolman approached.

"License and registration, please."

Norma knew she was fairly caught, so she didn't try to talk her way out of it. He kept looking at the car while he did a background check. He handed her paperwork back to her.

"New car, huh?" He asked, looking at the temporary tag.

"Yes sir. My first time in it." She couldn't keep the pride out of her voice. "My boyfriend bought it for me."

"He must love you a lot. You know this is one of the fastest cars on the market? In this state, if you're caught doing over twelve miles over the limit you could lose your license? Be a shame really, to see this fine piece of machinery sitting in the garage for a year because you can't drive it, wouldn't it?"

He was trying to hide a grin but she didn't see it. She was almost in tears.

"Yes sir, it would."

"Well, ma'am, up to now you've had a spotless driving record. I know these things can get away from you if you're not paying attention. If I give you a warning, will you promise to slow down?" 

She put every bit of conviction she could in her voice.

"Yes sir! I promise."

The trooper was grinning openly now.

"Good, that's what I want to hear. Look at this."

He showed her his phone. There was a picture of a mustang. It was orange, and had 'Boss 302' on the sides.

"My Mustang. Here, take this. We'd love to have you. Now, slow down! The next trooper might not be a fellow Mustang owner. Have a good day."

Charley looked at the card. A local branch of the national Mustang club. He put it in the dash. Might be something they could do together.

She drove the speed limit all the way home.

She sighed when they pulled in the drive.

"Still want me to take it back?"

She was defeated and knew it.

"No, I'm hooked. You're going to turn me into a spoiled selfish bitch, if you're not careful. There's only one thing in the world I'd give this up for, and it would probably be a lot cheaper."

She didn't see Charley start when she made her speech.

"Honey, if I ever thought you would turn into something that resembles my ex wife, I'd trade this in for a seventy two Grimlin. Don't ever make that comparison again! And tell me, what could you please you more than this car?"

She held up her left hand ring finger.

"A plain gold band, right here."

He felt the love surge through him.

"Well, aren't you the lucky girl. You'll have both, pretty soon."

She smiled all day.

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Sherrie took one look at her Mustang, and wanted one. Unfortunately, with the pregnancy, she needed a more practical vehicle. She chose a Range Rover. With her wedding present[another twenty five percent of the design studio] their tax bracket got considerably higher.

She did get the satisfaction of rubbing the Mustang into Stella. She went into a convenience store while Norma was pumping gas. No one but her was allowed to drive or put gas in her car, even Charley. She wouldn't budge.

"You bought this car for me, honey. That makes it mine. I love you deeply and would die for you, but you're not driving my car, ever. Got it?"

He concede defeat, but still grumbled occasionally. One of his friends teased him about being pussy whipped. His reply amazed him.

"Damn right I am. Look at her. Wouldn't you be pussy whipped too, if she was yours?"

He had no answer.

Stella was at the counter. She noticed Sherrie and indicated the car.

"Your studio must really be doing well, if Norma can afford that kind of car."

She smiled sweetly.

"Thank you Stella. But Norma didn't pay for the car. Charley did. Over fifty thousand, can you believe it? It wasn't even her birthday, he just said she deserved it. You know she lives with him now? Norma said she expects a ring before Christmas. True love is grand, isn't it? How's Mr. Stevens?"

That was a sore subject. Without Charley and his deep pockets, her beauty regime was severely curtailed. She just couldn't afford it. Lines and sags were starting to appear. Her younger husband didn't say anything, but she knew he had noticed. And, she didn't like the way that hot new paralegal was looking at him.

The whole conversation left her in a rage. She never even acknowledged Norman, despite her bright smile and wave.

"Take that bitch! You were so busy breaking into the vault, you forgot you were married to the bank. How does it feel to be such a dumbass?"

Of course she never said it out loud, but it felt good mentally. Stella got into her six year old civic, cursing life and vowing revenge.

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part three coming soon



Sagging Boobs, Ugly Nipples Ch. 03



The end of the tale. Thanks for reading. I apologize for the delay, but I'm working with someone now temporarily, to proof and edit my work. I will soon need another editor, any volunteers? 

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Stella raged, screaming in the car. She raged about the unfairness of life, the choices she made that were wrong. and most of all, she raged about Charley, and the happiness he had found.

It was totally irrational, she knew that, but she felt Norma had stolen something that was hers. She didn't know if she wanted it back, but she definitely didn't want Norma to have it.

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Norma was a little worried. Charley was uncharacteristically moody, less likely to smile than before. They were home, talking about the plans they had for the weekend. She wanted to change the chandelier in the great room to something a little more modern. Charley had as usual said she could change it, but now seemed to be having second thoughts.

"Now, Charley, you agreed. It's already been delivered, the electricians are going to install it tomorrow."

He looked at her with an odd expression.

"We can send it back, pay them their call out rate, and have the whole day alone. Does it really matter?"

She found herself getting short with him.

"It matters to me. You agreed I could do this, and we are NOT sending it back. That's the end of this discussion!"

She never forgot the look he gave her. He opened his mouth to say something, seemed to stop and think. Then he got up and left. 

She wasn't too concerned for the first couple of hours, but when he wasn't home by midnight, she called Sherrie.

"Charley isn't home yet. Have you seen him?"

Sherrie had been asleep and noticed the time. She pushed on David until he stopped snoring and woke up.

"Sorry, honey. I haven't laid eyes on him since Wednesday. Did he say where he was going?"

"No! We were talking about changing the chandelier and he got up and left without a word. I'm worried."

Sherrie had a bad feeling she couldn't shake, but she put on a bright tone.

"Oh, I'm sure it's nothing. If he isn't home soon, call me back."

She talked to her a few more minutes until Norma calmed before hanging up. She looked at David.

"Charley left Norma without a word and it's been four hours. What do you think happened?"

She had snuggled back into him, and he was absently rubbing her belly. The baby kicked and she saw his smile.

"I don't know. It isn't like Charley. The only time I can ever remember him doing things like this was right before he and Stella broke up. She was making crazy demands and Charley was tired of putting up with it. When she got into the 'this is the way it's going to be and you're gonna have to get used to it' rants, he would get up and leave the house. He told me once that he was never going through that again. But I can't see Norma doing anything like that in a million years. I'm sure he'll be back soon, in fact he's probably back now. Go back to sleep honey, you need the rest."

It wasn't to be. At two thirty Norma called back in tears.

"He's not back yet! Something is really wrong, I can feel it."

About four minutes of crying and unintelligible sounds followed.

"Norma, honey, Norma, NORMA!"

The crying stopped. For a second.

"Norma, we'll be there in a bit. Turn the porch light on."

It was almost four before they were in the living room, feeding Norma hot tea. After talking for an hour, Sherrie led her to bed, and snuggled to her while she went to sleep in the big bed, filled with his scent. She slept until nine.

She woke, feeling someone in the bed with her. He's back! But when she turned she saw the large tummy, and knew who it was.

She saw her eyes open and hugged her.

"I feel so bad for pulling you out of your bed, but I had no one else to turn to. Please don't think I'm a horrible person."

Sherrie petted her, doing her best to console her.

"You're not a bad person, Norma. You're a good person in an upsetting situation. Let's go have some coffee. If he came home and saw me in bed with you, he probably slept in one of the spare bedrooms."

She laughed as she waddled down the steps. "If I have to come over here again, we're sleeping downstairs."

She checked on David, hearing his snores as she opened the door. No Charley to be found. 

Coming back into the kitchen, she saw Norman fiddling with a new coffee brewer, one of those one cup at a time, four hundred flavors model.

"Wow! Where did that come from?"

Norma was glad she liked it.

"I bought it for the house. Charley fought me on it, he wanted to keep that beat up old percolator, but I talked him into getting rid of it.

David walked in during the conversation, frowning.

"I talked to Charley. He finally returned a call. He'll be back at the plant by Monday morning. Don't try to contact him before then."

Norma was starting to cry.

"Why won't he come back now?"

"Because of Stella."

Norma tensed up.

"What's that bitch got to do with it? Is she trying to get her hooks in him? I'll beat that plastic slut to death before I let her have him! Where is she?"

Norma was in her pocketbook searching for her keys. David gently took them and sat her at the table, asking Sherrie to make him a cup of coffee.

"What flavor?"

She saw the look of disgust on his face.

"American, black."

"Sorry, Norma, I misspoke. I meant the ghost of Stella. He told me he was having flashbacks of his old life, and he had to be alone to think about it.

"Is it something in the house? Tell me, I'll get rid of it right now."

"That might be pretty hard, Norma. It's you."

"WHAT!"

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David took the cup from Sherrie, thanking her.

"You guys weren't around when the end came for Charley and Stella. She was starting to think she was just a little too young, too attractive, that she deserved something with a little more flash, than to stay with an old guy like Charley."

"The fact she was just six months younger, and he was funding all her upgrades was lost to her. She and her lover started their mutual seduction at about that time, and she really wasn't keeping up with the home front."

"She already started planning her exit strategy. It was her plan to keep the house, so she started remaking it into what she wanted, at his expense. It started out with new appliances, then new furniture. Charley had hand built most of it, and she got rid of it like it was some Chinese knock off from KMart. She wanted a new car, a BMW, so she got it. Charley finally figured out she was erasing him out of her life.

"That's when he bugged the house and got the investigators. He said the last straw came when she tried to throw away his old coffeepot. It was the one his mom and dad used. It gave him a lot of comfort. The same coffeepot you talked him into getting rid of."

"Tell me he just put it up, that it's still here."

Norma was slowly getting more upset.

"I didn't know! Why didn't he tell me? I would have understood. Oh my."

She jumped up and ran out of the kitchen and up the driveway. They had a garbage service that picked up Wednesdays and Saturdays. She got there just as the truck was pulling up. She destroyed the bags before they could get to them, crawling around in her robe, begging God to let it still be there. Suddenly she screamed and held it up. You would have thought it was platinum and filled with gold the way she held it.

David helped her up, and tipped the garbage men twenty apiece for their trouble. She hugged the pot all the way back into the house.

She washed it thoroughly and took the new unit and put it in the bottom cabinet.

"Why didn't he tell me what it meant to him?"

"Because, Norma, you meant more to him than the pot. He's always been one to make others he cares about his priority. Why do you think he does what he does for you? Because he wants you to be happy. He just sometimes overdoes it."

"Norma, look at me, it's important."

He paused until she looked him in the eye.

"Why do you think he let you have that pot? Because he wanted to make you happy. He had no idea you would want to throw the old one away."

"He got you a fifty thousand dollar car that you love almost to obsession. Think he expected you to tell him he couldn't drive a car he paid for that you park in his garage at his house? Sound like a loving partnership to you? He told me you were going to replace the chandelier. Did you know he designed and built that himself? I didn't think so."

"He left when you told him you were going to replace it whether he liked it or not. He said all he could see that moment was Stella, trying to ease him out of the house. And that, Norma, is why he's not sitting here right now."

"Look me in the eye, and tell me one thing you've done for him lately? Be careful now, before he decides you're not worth the trouble. Sherrie loves you like a mother, and I'm really fond of you, but if lines have to be drawn, I'll be on his side. Wake up, Norma, before you blow it."

She sat there, trying to absorb what he had told her. Had she really become that much of an arrogant, self absorbed bitch? The man she loved more than anyone she had ever known, and she was going to ruin it over material things? The idea that she may actually lose him struck her like a fist. She stood up, heading for the living room.

"I think I need to.. I'm just going to lie...excuse me, I'll.."

David had been watching her face go pale, and he was at her side as she started sinking towards the floor. He got her on the couch, putting a pillow under her head. Sherrie brought a cool cloth and pressed it to her forehead.

"Leave her for a minute, honey. We'll check on her in just a second."

She led him back to the table and made him a fresh cup of coffee.

"What did he really say, David?"

He held her hand.

"Pretty much what I told her, but I had to drag it out of him. He loves her, a lot more than he loved Stella at the end, but it would kill him to go through it again. She may have lost him. I don't know what it would take to get him back to the point of marriage. You know he's already got the ring. The one I got you is really nice, but the one he got her makes yours look like a chip."

Sherrie put her hand on her tummy, feeling the kick.

"This has her upset."

David smiled. "He's tough, he can handle it."

It was a running discussion. They were purposely not learning the sex of their child, wanting a surprise. He was firmly convinced it was a boy, and she was sure it was a girl. In roughly seven weeks they would find out.

Norma woke up, and her conversation with David replayed in her head. Was she really that selfish?

She thought back on her relationship with Charley. She had fallen in love with him within weeks, despite having sworn she would never do it again.

Charley was everything her ex wasn't. Kind, loving, caring, and never putting her last in his thoughts and plans. Her ex was the exact opposite, putting her needs and desires behind his. She just wasn't used to being loved correctly, and it showed.

Sherrie and David stayed with her until Monday,they didn't think she needed to be alone. Troubling thoughts ran through her head all weekend. What if she lost him for good? The thought made her physically ill. She searched for a way to show him her love, and what his meant to her. Finally, Sunday night, she got the germ of an idea that may help.

She dressed three different times Monday, trying to remember which outfit was his favorite. Redid her makeup three times. She wanted to look her absolute best. She pinched her middle, frowning. She had gotten a little sedentary, time to get back into the gym. All her trouble was for nothing, he left a general email he was going to be in Alabama for a few days, at the request of the developer.

She had wrestled with the email she had sent him as soon as she got to work, trying to set the right tone. She apologized, saying no object it the world was worth losing his love over. She made the tone serious but hopeful. She also suggested maybe she didn't deserve to be with him because of her behavior of the last week. She said she didn't want to talk to him until the weekend, saying there was something she had to do, and be patient. She told him she still loved him more than she could express, and if he never married her it didn't matter, as long as they were together.

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Charley was confused, reading her email. She loved him but didn't want to see him for a week? He knew he had been a bit of a jerk by leaving her for the weekend. But the flashbacks were so intense it was like living through it all over again. David chewed him out, nicely, telling him he needed to be a better communicator if he wanted to stay in a relationship. It was something to think about.

Sherrie listened while Norma explained what she wanted to do. She wasn't sure it was the right thing to do, but appreciated the sentiment.

Charley never put a password on his computer, and he was so happy she liked her car he showed her all the websites he visited, and about the guy he met on line who helped him pick it out. She remembered the address, SS06@stangnet.com, and sent him an email, thanking him for his help on her car, and how much she loved it.

She had a favor to ask. What would be the best type of Mustang to get her 50 year old husband? His birthday was coming up[a lie, both the relationship and the birthday], so she was sort of on the clock.

He didn't respond the first day, but the next he sent her a deluge of information. Colors, options, horsepower, aftermarket parts, the best cleaning products, the list seemed endless. She was beginning to think he was a bit obsessive. She assured him over and over she kept her convertible garaged, until she finally sent him a photo of her baby in the garage, gleaming from the last washing. He complimented her, saying if he weren't newly married he'd love to get to know her.

Married? Wonder what she drove?

He ended by making strong suggestions that she wouldn't like what happened if he found out either car was left out in the weather. then he insisted they come up to Detroit for the big Mustang event they have every summer, he'd like to meet them in person. Wow, time to change Charleys' email address.

She emailed him back that she really appreciated the information, but really needed to focus on the car right now. She reminded of her general area. He emailed her back three different models the local dealerships had, and the pros and cons of each. The only thing they had in common were they were loud, fast, and flashy.

She test drove a yellow one but didn't think he would like it. She wasn't impressed with the second one, but knew she had found the perfect one at the last dealership.

A 302 Boss, black with red accent stripes. Six speed, 444 horsepower. Since it was a 2012, she got a pretty good deal on it. 

The salesman was about her age, handsome and well groomed. He loved her convertible, and confessed how much he wanted a Mustang. She asked why he didn't own one, and he laughed and showed her a picture of his family, five children, from twelve down.

"She drives a minivan, I drive an Expedition. That way we can both haul the family if we need to."

The test drive took her on the interstate, and despite her urge to open it up, she never got it over ninety, and was nervous at that.

The exit they turned around on had a little strip mall with Barnes and Noble in it. She pulled into the lot and walked around the car one more time. She started asking questions about financing. He held his hand up.

"It's cold out here. Let's go inside, the have a Starbucks, and get a warm drink while I enter all the information. That way the paperwork will be ready when we get back to the dealership you won't have to wait around as long."

She got a double raspberry latte, and he got a medium regular.

He entered all the information into his tablet while they sat. His phone rang just as they left, and he laughed. He showed Norma the video, his youngest taking her first steps. She hugged him, fibbing a little about her first grandchild due in just weeks. 

Stella stood in the bookstore staring, before she pulled out her phone and started snapping pictures of them laughing at the table, and the hug beside the car. She had just the address to send them to.

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Sherrie was stunned when they went to pick up the car.

"Can you afford this?"

"Since I'm living with the man, I have no bills at all. And, my boss has been pretty good to me, with raises and bonuses, so I made a pretty hefty down payment. Do you think he'll like it?"

David was with them.

"He'll love it. When are you going to give it to him?"

"This weekend, when he gets back from Alabama. I intend for it to be sitting in the garage with a big bow around it. Naturally he'll want to drive it, and when he opens the door he'll find me wrapped in a big bow. It will be all I have on. Think he'll get the message?"

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Charley, at that exact time, was sitting his suite staring at his laptop. The pictures were as plain as it gets. Norma, laughing with a man in a coffee shop. Norma, outside, hugging a man with a happy smile on her face.

He didn't recognize the address, but the caption said it all.

THOUGHT YOU MIGHT WANT TO KNOW.

He suddenly shook himself and checked the time. He had been staring at the screen for forty five minutes. He had a dinner appointment with the condo developer. He never felt less like going out in his life. 

He stumbled through the dinner, not remembering a thing said. His host asked him twice if he was all right, and Charley said he was feeling a bit under the weather. He begged off the rest of the evening and went back to his room, where he lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling. He finally dozed off around five, forty minutes before his wake up call. He called the developer, explained he was still under the weather, and promised he would be all right the next day. He brooded. He felt like crying but didn't. Finally he called David.

David could tell by his tone he was still depressed. He started trying to cheer him up.

"Come home, Charley. Your trip was more of a courtesy call than anything else. Come home and let your woman love you up. She's feeling real guilty about the way she treated you. I'm sure a LOT of makeup sex is in your future."

There was a long silence before Charley spoke.

"I'm sure she's got a lot to make up for, but maybe that's not a good idea right now. I'm thinking maybe I made a mistake, rushed into something too quick. I tell you what, I don't want to make this messy, find her a nice apartment and make arraignments to pay the rent for a year. I owe her that for making her give up her apartment. And tell her job isn't in danger, she's really good at what she does. Just don't expect a lot of interaction between us for a while. Tell her I'm sorry I wasn't enough, and that I hope she finds what she wants. Tell Sherrie I'm sorry, and please don't cut me out of her life."

David was stunned beyond belief. Norma and Sherrie were going to be devastated. He needed to find out what happened before he told them.

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Sherrie knew immediately something was wrong. She had just over a month to delivery. It would have to be life threatening to get her to take a trip now.

"You have a hormonal, soon to be first time mother here. I'm right on the edge of freaking out right now, and you need to go to Alabama? What could even possibly be that important? I need some answers, big boy, or you're going to have the travel companion from hell. So spill, what's going on?"




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He had no choice but to tell her. He wanted to anyway, so he could get her opinion.

He repeated the conversation as closely as he could remember. He stopped when he saw the pain on her face.

"I'm all right, honey. I just feel so bad for Norma. You know this is going to destroy her, right? I doubt she'll even stay here. Damn it! Her life was like a fairy tale up until last weekend. Have you told her yet?"

"No, and I'm not going to either. If Charley wants to break her heart, he'll have to do it himself. That's why I'm going. There's more here than we're seeing. I'm going to have her stay with you, for a lot of reasons. She made need you pretty bad."

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Something was wrong, she could feel it. David left suddenly to meet Charley in Alabama, and Sherrie wouldn't look her in the eye. After two days she had enough.

"What's going on here Sherrie? Every time you look at me you look like you're ready to cry. Is the baby all right?"

Sherrie rubbed her stomach.

"The baby is fine. In fact, I think she's taking up line dancing. She's getting impatient, I think she intends to make her debut a little earlier than scheduled."

Norma smiled, remembering.

"Then what is it?"

Sherrie paused, remembering the conversation she had with David the night before.

"I don't know what to tell you, hon. Someone sent Charley pictures of Norma with another man, one in a coffee shop, laughing and touching his arm, and another of her hugging and kissing the same man in the parking lot. Charley is all to hell over this. I've never seen him so miserable. I'm gonna send you the pictures, see if you can recognize him."

She studied the photos for a few minutes, but try as she might she couldn't place the man. Something about the pictures made her think it wasn't anything sexual, she just seemed happy. But a woman's eye can be more discerning than a man in matters of that nature. Still, they looked pretty damning.

Screw this. It was time to get some answers. She took Norma over to their desktop and pulled up the pictures.

"Tell me straight, Norma? Who is this? What were you doing with that man? And the pictures? I got then from Charley, and no, I don't know where he got them."

Norma stood, going pale. She knew exactly who the man was.

"This is all wrong! It isn't what it looks like! That's the salesman who sold me the car. We stopped for a coffee during the test drive so he could enter some financial information onto his tablet. I hugged him because he shared a video of his smallest child taking her first steps. It meant nothing. Who could have sent it?"

Sherrie was thinking.

"Norma, where exactly did you buy the car?"

"Over in Jamestown. They were the only one with a model I thought he would like. Why?"

"Because, Norma, I only know one person that lives in Jamestown. Stella."

They both stopped talking, and started thinking.

"How would she know where I was at, or that I would hug the guy? Sheer chance?"

"Exactly. You were just off the interstate. You know she travels for her job just like us. Who else would care if you hugged someone? You have to tell Charley."

"How would I do that, Sherrie? He won't talk to me, and he won't answer my emails."

She was sniffling as they embraced. Sherrie was stroking her gently.

"Don't worry honey, we'll find a way."

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It was a simple thing, something that occurs in every home in the world at one time or another. A small kitchen towel, fallen off while Norma did the dishes. Easily seen if the lights were on.

But, it was the middle of the night, in her own home, so Sherrie didn't need the light. She was going to the refrigerator to get a blueberry smoothie, something she had acquired an addiction to. She stepped on the towel and it slid on the tile floor, throwing her off balance. She grabbed at the counter to save herself, but got the drainer and pulled it down with her. It made a horrible crash.

Norma jumped up and ran into the kitchen. Flipping on the light, she saw Sherrie lying on the floor, holding her stomach and moaning. Blood was pooling around her bottom. She immediately called 911 and followed the ambulance to the hospital.

It was three in the morning, and it took four phone calls to get David awake.

"What?" He mumbled.

"David! Listen to me honey. You have to come home. Now. Sherrie fell in the kitchen. They may have to take the baby! Come home, now! She's in with the doctors. They're going to decide soon. Come home."

David was instantly awake and filled with dread. His first thought was to call Charley.

"Come on, Charley! I need you to drive. I don't think I can concentrate."

Charley was dressed and ready in seconds. When David got into the car he pulled out in the wrong direction.

"Charley, we're going the wrong way!"

"No we're not" said Charley, as he floored the SUV and prayed for sleepy cops.

It was a small airport. The developer was also a pilot and generally flew from town to town. He had the flight plan registered and the engines warmed up.

"Roger! What are you doing?"

The developer smiled.

"Saving you about three hours, son. I like Sherrie and you quite a bit."

He grabbed David's arm.

"She'll be all right, David. So will the baby. You have to hold on to that. And if you're religious, now's a good time to pray."

He said later it was the first time he had ever opened up the engines on his plane. They made what would have been a three hour drive in forty minutes.

He had a car was parked at the airport. They were at the hospital in twenty. Norma saw them burst through the doors, ran to them, and collapsed in Charley's arms, crying uncontrollably.

He held her, petting her, giving her strength.

David was in her room. Roger smiled, gave Norma a hug, and went to the waiting room.

The surgery took two hours. Charlene Norma Thornton came into the world a little early. She was in intensive care. Sherry had lost blood and had a concussion, but would recover in time.

After David found out they were both all right, he let his iron control slip and cried like a baby while Norma and Charley held him. Roger smiled, congratulated him, and went to find a motel.

Norma sat with Charley, holding his hand while they waited, conflicting emotions coursing through her head in waves. She started one conversation, but Charley shushed her, saying they would talk after they were sure Sherrie and the baby were all right. She was actually grateful, and made sure she kept her hand in his.

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Sherrie got to go home in three days. "Charley" had to stay three and a half weeks, gaining weight and developing to the point where she could go home.

Norma continued to stay with Sherrie until she was able to function on her own. She talked to Charley almost daily, saying when Sherrie was all right they would have a serious talk. He started to insist on a meeting, but backed out at the last minute.

They were swamped at work. Norma had to step up and take over. It didn't run as smoothly as it did under Sherrie, but she got the job done.

Charley also stepped up, coming out of semi retirement to keep things going. He developed a new appreciation for David. He had sent out a general email to both suppliers and customers, explaining the situation and asking them to bear with the inconvenience until they could get up to speed. A few grumbled and he put them at the top of the list.

Many more sent emails of condolences and congratulation. A few of the older ones sent gifts.

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It was time. Sherry was fine, the business was running smoothly. Norma felt ready, and Charley was starting to insist.

They met at the cabin. David and Sherrie brought her out, taking little Charley on her first trip. They all spent time with the baby, before David and Sherrie excused themselves. They wanted to check out the new leaves on the kissing trees, and visit the falls.

Norma had the baby in her arms, rocking her gently to sleep. Charley looked at the scene and it almost brought tears to his eyes. Twenty years earlier, and that would have been his baby she was holding. He went into the kitchen ad poured coffee for both, to clear his head and get his emotions under control. He sighed as she put the baby down, smoothing her blankets and kissing her head.

They sat for a minute in silence before Norma started.

"I need to tell you some things, Charley. I'd appreciate it if you wait until I finish before you say anything. Please."

"I love you, Charley. Plain and simple. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. We don't ever have to marry if you don't want to. I know I upset you. I'm sorry. But Charley, you need to shoulder some of the responsibility here. You should have told me what that old coffeepot meant to you. And the chandelier, if it meant that much to you, you should have said no when I tried to change it."

"David tried to explain it to me, but you should have been the one to do that. I know you're scarred, but so am I. Before you, I've never had anyone put me first in their life. Lord knows my ex never once loved me like you do."

"It felt so good, and I let it go to my head. Looking back, I think I was pushing you deliberately, just to see how much you loved me. That was wrong, and I apologize. I was turning into something you were familiar with, and when it was pointed out to me, I was mortified."

"I'm sorry it came to this. I've missed you so much, missed what we had. I had gotten used to waking up with your arms around me. I still cry in the morning when I wake up alone."

"Sherrie told me about the pictures. I bet she also told you who she thought took them. If you would have asked me, I would have told you who he was and what was going on. It was business, pure and simple. I have his name and number, if you'd like to call and verify."

"I love you Charley, but if you don't start talking to me, we're doomed. You're supposed to get mad at me once in a while, just like I am. If something bothers you, let it out and we'll talk it through. We may not always agree even after we've talked, but we'll never let it interfere with our love. I'll do all I can to prove that I love you. The rest is up to you."

She stopped, wiped the tear that trickled down her cheek, and went to the kitchen to refill their cups.

Charley sat, mulling over what she had told him. When she came back into the living room, he had moved, sitting on the couch. He patted the cushion beside him. It was all she could do to keep from leaping into his arms.

"Let me tell you this before I say anything else. I love you also, Norma, plain and simple. I thought about it a lot these past few weeks, talked to some people, and realized my life would be pretty much meaningless without you."

He paused, collecting his thoughts. She took his hand and held it tightly.

"I don't think anyone knew how much Stella had hurt me. I kept it bottled in. I realize that was a mistake, now. It skewed any chance I had of ever having a relationship again."

"Then you came along. I was never so impressed with someone in my whole life, especially after you slapped me that first night. Here was a woman who wasn't afraid, who could stand her ground and speak for herself. Not at all like the sneaky, lying manipulator I had spent the last few years with."

"I talked to Roger some about what happened. Not details, of course, but enough that he got the idea."

"He gave me a card."

"Go see her" He said, "She helped me tremendously when my wife died. I guarantee you you'll feel better, or at least understand things more clearly. I never thought the time would come when tough old Charley would need a therapist."

"But I went, eight sessions so far. I found it very helpful. She pointed out things to me I had never considered before, a lot of them were things you just said."

Charley got down on her knees before her. Norma held her breath, knowing something important was about to happen.

"I'm sorry, honey, for all the grief I've caused you. If you'll take me back, I promise to be a better man."

He fumbled a little before he could get the box out of his pocket.

"I bought this awhile back. I knew even then you were the one. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Norma, will you marry me?"

It took her five minutes before she could answer him, she couldn't speak through the sobs. Finally she whispered "yes", before going back to her sobbing.

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David and Sherrie had come back in while all this was going on, and caught the proposal. Sherrie had tears streaming down her face, while David stood, too choked up to say anything. Sherrie gave them a few minutes to get composed before they came into the living room.

Norma reached for Sherrie, and the crying began in earnest. David pulled Charley into the kitchen.

"Congratulations, old man. I knew you'd get it right eventually."

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The wedding wasn't big, just close friends and family. Their friend Roger walked Norma down the aisle, David was best man, and Sherrie was matron of honor.

Sherrie paid for a quarter page ad announcing the marriage, complete with pictures, in Stellas' home town paper.

They went to a private island for their honeymoon, courtesy of Roger, staying in a villa he owned there. They swam, snorkeled, rode horses. At night the dined in the local restaurants, and frequented a nightclub geared for their age group.

They sunbathed nude behind the privacy fence at their villa. Midway through the second week they wandered up on a top optional beach. Charley teased Norma but she refused, saying it wouldn't work with the one piece suit she had on. They wandered a bit farther and came up on a nude beach. Charley grinned at her.

"Don't you even think that, Charley. I'm not gonna show this old, wrinkled...."

That was all she got out before she was suddenly holding Charley's trunks and watching his bare butt recede into the distance. She stood there holding his trunks for another minute before grinning.

She caught up with him at the drink cabana, ordering what appeared a tropical drink, but was actually a mango,orange, and pineapple concoction, casually talking to a woman half his age. She came up with a scowl on her face.

"There you are honey. Linda, this is my brand new bride. Beautiful, isn't she?"

The young woman was smiling, reaching out to shake hands.

"Yes she is, Charley. Please come meet my husband. He happens to be in the same industry."

Her husband and Charley soon fell into a discussion of traditional woods used in furniture while Norma and Linda sunned on lounges.

Linda looked at Norma and laughed. Norma raised an eyebrow.

"Damn Norma, we're the two hottest women on the beach, lying here without a stitch, and our husbands talk about trees. I can think of a different wood that should come to mind, can't you?"

Charley looked up with a wicked gleam in his eye, speaking before Norma.

"You're right, my dear Linda, but the sap has been drained from my oak, four times in the last twenty four hours. Perhaps the sun will restore me, allowing my sap to rise again."

Norma went red while everyone laughed. They agreed to meet for dinner when it was time to leave the beach. 

Norma was sad to go. When Charley put lotion on her, rubbing every inch of her body in front of strangers, she almost had an orgasm.

They managed to go twice more before they left, and Norma became a firm exhibitionist. The approving looks she got when she stretched and pushed her breasts out gave her a thrill. Charley soon learned that lovemaking was the first order after a visit.

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Charley absolutely loved his car. Norma teased him no end when he got a speeding ticket the third day he drove it. They became members of the local Mustang club and had many enjoyable times at car shows and social mixers.

They went to the big event in Detroit that year, taking both cars up in a trailer, then driving the boss back home. They got to meet the infamous SSO6, and presented him with a rocking chair for two that Charley had handmade, in thanks. He was a really nice guy.

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"You're full of shit, old man."

"No I'm not. I overheard Sherrie telling Norma you're spending way too much on lingerie for her when you could be spending it on outfits for little Charley."

David snorted.

"She'll outgrow half of what she's got now before she wears them. Unfortunately, Sherrie is in the same boat. She'll outgrow half of what I bought her before she gets to model them for me, I'm afraid."

Charley looked confused.

"I can't see her gaining that much weight. You know how fanatical she and Norma are about their gym time."

"Oh yeah, she will" laughed David, "remember how big she got with Charley."

Charley stood for a minute before he grinned.

"How far along?"

"Three and a half months. It's a boy this time, I can feel it. You're babysitting duties are about to get a lot harder."

"I doubt that, David. Maybe now I'll actually get to hold Charley while Norma fusses over the newborn."

The men watched happily as their wives walked across the hall at the Furniture Mart. Heads still turned, they noted proudly.

Hugs and kisses were exchanged as they turned to go to dinner. They saw a familiar figure. Norma spoke.

"How are you, Stella? We missed you at the spring market, too busy to attend, I suppose. Well, hate to rush, but MY husband is taking all out to dinner. Oh, where are my manners? Would you like to join us?"

As they strolled away Charley chided her gently.

"She's been through a lot lately, hon. Did you have to rub it in?"

She was frowning.

"Yes! The bitch tried to break us up twice. I have no sympathy at all for her. Let's talk about something more pleasant, shall we?"

So they walked out, happily discussing baby names. Sherrie thought this one was a boy. Once again, they decided to wait until birth to find out.

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Stella stood and watched them leave, filled with sadness and regret. She was smart enough to realize now what she had thrown away.

Her husband had left her, for someone who a lot younger. She'd seen it coming.

And despite all her efforts, she was starting to show her age. She no longer drew approving looks from men half her age, and very few from those who were her age.

The most irritating part was she had to be careful where Charley was concerned. More than half her business was contract work for his companies, and Sherrie made it very clear if she caught her doing anything, no matter how trivial, she would cancel the contracts.

She sighed, then pasted a smile on her face and went on networking. Maybe there was someone out there who could appreciate her. She could only hope.

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