****** A Surprise and a Present by Galacticum ******
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A Surprise and a Present

For my thirty-eighth birthday, my wife surprised me with the gift of two
tickets on a champagne flight to Hawaii. She had planned it as a sort of second
honeymoon, knowing that I had vacation time coming and that I had already
cleared it with my office. Without prior warning, she picked me up at work and
we drove straight to the airport and spent a very enjoyable week on the island
of Maui. Unfortunately, we couldn't take our lovely fifteen-year-old daughter
Rachel, who had to spend a week with her older sister, who was living on her
own.

When we returned, I could tell by the cool reception that Rachel was very
disappointed, particularly bitter with her mother who had planned the whole
thing. My wife and I offered to send Rachel and her older sister to Hawaii over
the Spring break holiday, but she turned us down. It seemed that Rachel was not
angry over missing out on the trip, but rather she was very disconsolate
because she didn't get to participate in my birthday celebration. She openly
blamed her mother for ruining her relationship with her 'Daddy'. I have to
admit that I was touched by my daughter's genuine sentiments towards me. Even
then, I loved Rachel with all my heart. However, I was also troubled by the
apparent jealousy over my free time that threatened to divide our house.

Eventually, things returned to normal and Rachel seemed to forgive her mother.
In fact, Rachel went out of her way to apologize to her and make up for any
past ill feelings. In the ensuing weeks she became a model, caring daughter to
her mother, never forgetting to tend to each and every task that might make her
mother happy. I was startled by this sudden turnaround and I myself began to
feel jealousy over Rachel's attentions towards her mother.

Rachel had always been a 'Daddy's Girl'. Even though many fathers wouldn't
recognize it, I acknowledge the fact that had I spoiled her and made her that
way, intentionally striving to become the number one human being in her life. I
knew that she favored me over her mother. My motivations of course were always
those of unconditional fatherly love. However, as Rachel developed into a very
beautiful teenager, my feelings for her also underwent change.

I recall going for a walk in the neighborhood with her shortly after her
thirteenth birthday. We passed a house where several young teenaged boys were
'talking it up' on the front lawn. I remember one of them whistling at Rachel,
saying "she's sooooo fine." It left me startled to awaken to her physical
beauty, but also very proud as the father of my little diamond girl. As she
further matured, Rachel earned a following of admirers which included half the
boys in her school. With her long dark-red hair which she parted in the middle
and her ripe young body, I soon learned that I had in fact become the proud
father of an 'ultimate dream girl'. Now that she was fifteen, even though I
still tried to look at her with a father's eyes, I could not help but admit to
myself in secret that she was very sexually attractive.

By the time that summer arrived, Rachel and her mother were the greatest of
friends. It was then that Rachel brought up the subject of Hawaii once again.
She knew her mother was about to make her annual summer trek to see her parents
and siblings out of state. Rachel pleaded with her mother to let her stay home
this year alone with me, to compensate for having missed out on my birthday
party. I would be taking my usual short summer vacation from my duties as a
college administrator and Rachel and I would get to spend a little time
together. I secretly thought it was a great idea, as I did not get along with
my wife's side of the family. Considering the recent change that had come over
her daughter for the better, Rachel's mother could not help but agree to her
request.

On my final day of work at college before the break, Rachel came to visit me in
my office. She looked very cute in her short, tight denim cut-offs and tee-
shirt.

"Hi Daddy."

"How's my little jewel?" I said, rising from my desk to kiss her cheek. "What
brings you here?" She sat on my desk, her long shapely legs covering some of
the paperwork I had been trying to complete.

"Oh, I don't know. Are you getting off work soon?"

"Well honey I was trying to wrap up a few things before I leave. There always
seems to be one more thing to do." I tried to grab some of the work from
beneath her, touching one of her thighs.

"Oh sorry," she said, shifting her bottom to free some of my teacher evaluation
reports on which she had sat.

"Why do you ask?" I questioned distractedly.

"Well Daddy today is your two-week break right?"

"That's right."

"And we can spend some time together, right?"

"Yes."

"And we can have fun. Do things, right?"

"Rachel, is there a point to this? I'm trying to wrap up here and..."

"I'm sorry Daddy. I have something important to ask you."

"Okay, let's hear it," I said, sitting back in my chair.

"Do you love me?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course. Hopelessly and forever," I said.

"Do you understand why I was so sad for so long because I missed your birthday
party?"

"Well I think I do. I thought you were over that now."

"It's because I love you, Daddy." Ever so softly, she repeated, "I love you."

"Rachel, I'm very touched. We'll have two weeks together starting in a few
hours. Can't this wait?" I said, looking at my watch.

"No Daddy. Listen. Mom got to give you a surprise for your birthday, right? Two
tickets to Hawaii?"

"Yeah."

"It's only fair that I get a chance to sweep my Daddy off his feet the way she
did." Rachel shifted her buns on my desk and pulled what looked like tickets
from her tight back pocket, waving them happily at me. "Guess what?" she
beamed.

"I don't know, honey. Tickets?"

"Daddy, it's: 'a surprise, AND a PRESent'," she intoned, in a little-girl
'sing-song' cadence, then nodded gleefully.

"Tickets to where?"

"Can't tell you. Let's go."

"Honey I can't just take off like that. Your mother doesn't know about it."

"Well I didn't know about your trip to Hawaii. I just came home from school and
Sis was there to pick me up."

"I'm sorry about that," I said. "Your mother was afraid you would spoil the
surprise. She was really looking forward to it as our second honeymoon, you see
and..."

"Don't I get the same chance, Daddy? I bought these tickets with my own money.
I've been planning this for weeks. It's important to me. Because I love you.
Doesn't that count anymore?"

Rachel started to cry. I rose to comfort her, taking her in my arms with a
generous hug. She sobbed openly into my chest, with genuine tears. "Rachel, my
little jewel, of course it counts. It counts very much," I said, kissing her
forehead. "What kind of trip? And where did you get the money?"

"Don't get mad," she said. "You know that real expensive diamond necklace that
grandmom left me? I sold it."

"Rachel, no."

"I did it for you."

"But Rachel, that was the one thing you loved more than anything in the world."

"It was the number two thing, Daddy."

"Oh my little darling," I said, clutching her again to my chest.

I locked my office early for the short summer break. Downstairs, Rachel's older
sister was waiting to drive us to the airport. I made her promise to call her
mother as soon as she got home, as I didn't know when I'd get the chance. We
made it just in the nick of time to catch the 3:10 p.m. flight to New York.

Rachel and I had two adjoining seats near the window. She shrugged her
shoulders and smiled shyly at me as we buckled ourselves in for the flight. We
held hands as the plane took off into the golden sun.

During the flight, I lifted the armrest between our seats and Rachel leaned her
upper body over and onto me to sleep, her head and shoulders in my lap and
arms. I rubbed her forehead as she went off to dreamland, like I was used to
doing when she was a little girl. Bending over her, I continued stroking her
long richly lustrous hair, a complex mixture of deep sumptuous reds and
luxuriant browns, the colors of an autumn forest. After several minutes, she
opened her moist hazelnut eyes, raising herself high enough to give me a brief
kiss on the lips which startled me.

"What was that for?" I asked.

"I love waking up in your arms," she said, closing her eyes once again and
contentedly cuddling herself back into my lap.

"New York. The Big Apple. I haven't been there in years. That's my surprise,
hunh."

"Can't tell you," she said with a sleepy smile.

At the airport baggage claims, we rushed to pick up the two suitcases Rachel
had packed for us. I followed along, puzzled at her hurry. Once outside, she
hailed a Yellowcab and handed written directions to the driver. Sitting in the
backseat of the cab, I welcomed the cool blast of the air-conditioner, as New
York was very hot and humid. After awhile, Rachel fished in her purse for a
pair of sunglasses, even though it was almost dark outside. Trying them on, she
cuddled up against me in the back seat, speaking in an excited whisper.

"What do you think," she asked me, modeling the sunglasses. "Do they make me
look:

glamorous?"

"Rachel, where are we going?" I asked. I noticed that our taxi was heading out
toward the New York docks.

"Do they make me look: mysterious?" she again whispered to my ear.

"Rachel, what's happening?"

"Do they make me look: beautiful?" again excitedly whispering.

"Rachel, what's this all about?"

"I told you, 'a surprise, AND a PRESent'," she 'sing-sang' loudly. Whispering
again, "Well? Do they?"

"Do they what?" I retorted.

"Make me look beautiful?" she said again in a whisper. "You're always calling
me your little jewel, your diamond girl, your little this and that." Looking
into my eyes with a demure little smile, she then removed her sunglasses and
set them down next to her on the back seat of the cab. "Am I beautiful?" she
said, in louder tones.

"Rachel, I want some answers."

Whispering, she continued, "So do I Daddy. Do you find me attractive? Lots of
guys do. But you never say anything." My face froze into place and I couldn't
answer her, afraid of my own words. I could only look deeply into her eyes.
"Well? Don't you have anything to say?"

Suddenly, I heard the jarring sound of a big ocean liner whistle as we rounded
the corner. There, in front of us was a white, shiny, single-stacked Loveboat
docked at the pier, its many lights appearing almost like Christmas
decorations. Activity surrounded the gangway, a few hundred feet away. We
pulled to a stop.

"Oh no, Rachel. No. No. No."

"Isn't it great, Daddy?"

The cabbie immediately got out and Rachel scurried after him with her purse to
the rear of the vehicle. I was left in the back seat looking from the ship back
to Rachel and back to the ship again, consternation plastering my face. I
exited the cab, tripping over my feet in my hurry to confront my daughter. The
cabbie was removing our suitcases from the trunk.

"Rachel, no. Please don't tell me you have tickets for that."

"Okay, I won't."

"So that's what this is all about."

"Can't tell you yet Daddy, but you're getting warm: 'a surprise, AND a
PRESent'."

"Rachel honey, I can't do this. How much did this cost?" Rachel had just
finished tipping the cabbie and he jogged back to the open driver's side door
of the cab. I motioned to him, trying to get his attention as he reentered his
cab and started his engine. "Hey, wait!" I shouted. The cab driver stopped his
engine and looked over at me. I held my arms up to him, palms down; he nodded.
"Rachel, I can't let you spend this kind of money. This must have cost a
fortune."

"Worth every penny," she said, arranging her purse.

"Well you'll just have to get your money back!" I shouted angrily.

"Too late. No refunds," she said nonchalantly.

"We just can't go. I won't go." I picked up my suitcase and looked at the
cabbie, pointing to it. He came back out and approached us. My daughter grabbed
the suitcase from my hand and threw it hard to the ground.

"You have to!" Rachel said, with tears in her eyes and despair in her voice.
"Look at Sis, Daddy. You guys don't even talk any more since she moved out. Is
that going to be us in three years? I know one day I'll lose you. All I'll have
left is the times we had together. I want this to be the best time. You've
given me so much, even my own life. I want to do something for you. For us.
Please don't throw this back in my face. I love you. Money doesn't matter. What
matters is that I love you. So much it hurts."

My Rachel threw herself into my arms. I have to admit that I was having a hard
time holding back the tears. As I held her tightly to me, I felt closer to
Rachel than I had ever felt to anyone else before, including my wife. With my
free hand, I motioned for the cabbie to leave. He shrugged and went back to his
hack, gunned the engine and pulled out. Removing her arms from around me and
sniffling back her tears, Rachel softly said, "Oh no, I left my sunglasses in
the cab."

I felt my jacket pockets for a handkerchief. Rachel produced a green silk scarf
from her purse and gave it to me with which I dried her tears. The loud whistle
of the luxury liner blasted again. Rachel suddenly threw her arms around my
neck and kissed my lips and I found myself kissing her back. I then slowly took
down her arms and moved my lips to her forehead, feeling very awkward,
attributing the moment to the deeply emotional experience we had just shared.
She took the scarf from my hands and dabbed at the pink lipstick smear she had
left on the corner of my mouth. She smiled as she did this, still sniffling
back her tears as I blushed.

"Well, I guess we just have to go see about my surprise. Right?" I said, trying
to regain my composure.

"'A surprise..."

"'AND a PRESent'", I said, finishing her sing-song phrase with exaggerated
emphasis. She laughed, warming my heart. I grabbed her by the back of the head
and drew her to me as we started walking to the ship's gangway, a few hundred
feet away. Up ahead, it appeared as though the gangway was about to be
detached, as ship's personnel surrounded it and a man in a white Captain's
uniform hurriedly waved at us.

"The suitcases," she said. "Hurry." I shook my head at myself and hustled back
for them, picking them up. I then ran back to catch up with Rachel who was
already jogging toward the ship. As we arrived at the ship's gangway, it looked
as if we were among the last to board. Rachel said, "Just a minute. I want this
to be a surprise, so I want you to put this on." She showed me the scarf I had
used only moments before, as she folded it into a blindfold, holding it up to
me.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked.

"Positive." She went behind me and put the blindfold across my eyes. I was
still holding up the suitcases.

"This feels kind of foolish. Are you sure this is necessary?"

"Daddy, 'a surprise, AND a PRESent'. Please."

"You mean there's more, Rachel? Honey, please no more surprises."

I then felt her take one of my suitcases from me. With a quick "Come on", I
felt her give me her free hand with which she led me quickly up the gangway
into the ship. Inside, we turned left, then right, then left again, walking
down long soft-carpeted corridors. I banged my suitcase several times into the
metal walls. I wanted to take off the stupid mask but my daughter had so shaken
me with the sincerest, sweetest demonstration of love that I had ever received,
that I hadn't the heart to spoil whatever surprise she had in store that had
her so excited. Finally, we stopped and I felt Rachel's hands gently pushing at
my back. I stepped forward a few paces.

She removed my blindfold and shut the door behind her. I let down my suitcase.
I found myself in a typical cruise ship cabin, modest but comfortable; nothing
surprising. It had one porthole and two bunks, one across the room from the
other, along the wood-grained walls. "Well! Honey! This is such a wonderful
surprise!" I said emphatically, trying in fact to sound surprised.

"No surprise yet. No present yet. But we're getting close," she said. I picked
up my suitcase and started to take it to one of the bunks. "Daddy, leave that
for now. I'm going to go show our tickets and get our key. While I do that, I
want you to be real relaxed when you get your surprise and when you see your
present." She took my suitcase from me and set it down. Then she took my arm
and started removing my sport jacket. "You must be tired from the flight and
all. Take a shower Daddy. Shave. Relax. We have plenty of time. Please?" She
pushed me toward the cabin's bathroom and shower.

"Well I guess a shower will feel good. Where is this ship going, anyway?"

"Daddy, 'a-surprise...."

"Gotcha," I interrupted. "I also wonder when we'll make port. I haven't had a
chance to talk to your mother."

"Daddy, Sis is calling her. Please relax. Don't think about anything. Take a
nice, long shower. Okay? Oh, and Daddy, please leave the bathroom door open so
I can get you a change of clothes."

Under the cooling mist, I decided that a nice long, relaxing shower was exactly
the thing I needed. From the shower stall, I heard Rachel coming into the
bathroom and staying only for a few seconds. When I finished my shower, I found
a razor and shave cream in the medicine cabinet, complements of the ship. One
thing missing, however, were bath towels; I found it strange that they should
have been forgotten. I cracked open the bathroom door while shaving and shouted
to Rachel, "Sugar, have you seen any bath towels?"

"I'll look, Daddy," was her reply.

I found an air hand dryer in the wall and tried to use it on my face and hair.
I combed my hair and felt definitely better, relaxed and ready for the start of
my vacation with my little girl. I then noticed that my clothes were missing. I
opened the bathroom door a crack and once again called to Rachel, "Rachel
honey, where are my clothes?" There was no answer. "Did you pack my robe?"

"Daddy, come here. Come here quick."

"What is it Rachel?" Her voice didn't sound very urgent but I nonetheless found
her behavior strange and unsettling. I stuck my head into the cabin. It was
dark. I ventured into the room, holding both hands over my penis, calling from
the shaft of light from the bathroom. "Rachel. Is something wrong? What is it?
Who's there?"

Suddenly, when I was halfway across the cabin floor, the light over one of the
bunks came on. It was Rachel, in bed, holding the covers up to her breasts. Her
shoulders and arms were bare. "Rachel. What are you doing?"

"Daddy, it's time for your surprise." With that, my beautiful daughter withdrew
the covers and slipped out of the bunk. She was completely nude. I found myself
riveted in place, captivated by the supple beauty of her body. She stood in
front of me, smiling sweetly. Her small breasts were high and well-separated,
capped by the lightest pink. Her girlish mound was very lightly feathered with
only a few short dark-red hairs. She ran her hands through the thick hair on
her head, lifting it into the air from whence it cascaded down freely across
her fragile, ivory shoulders. She then took a couple steps towards me, swaying
her hips provocatively. Her feet were delicate and perfectly shaped.

"Part of the surprise, Daddy is about this ship. It's a cruise ship that's been
rented by people who like to be naked. They call it a 'chartered naturist
cruise'. I hope that doesn't bother you too much. You have the most beautiful
body, Daddy, so I don't think you should mind."

"Rachel," I stammered, "is this serious? Have you lost your mind?"

"Too late to go back." She pointed to the suitcases that lay empty on the other
bunk. "Clothes gone, Daddy." She pointed to the porthole; "land gone too,
Daddy." I looked at the porthole and could see the distant yellow lights of the
mainland in the dark. "The real surprise, Daddy is that we're headed for a
resort in the Caribbean; the kind where we can be naked together all day and
all night. Better than Hawaii, hunh," she said, smiling. Rachel then came up
close to me, almost touching her erect nipples to my lower chest. "That's your
surprise Daddy. Now for your present. By the way, 'Happy Birthday'."

She backed away, stretched her arms straight out from her sides, with daintily
slack wrists, and twirled slowly around and around on the tips of her toes for
me like a ballerina, showing me her perfect naked body from every angle. "The
present, Daddy, if you don't already know, is from the one person who truly
loves you. The one person who thinks of you night and day and night and day and
night. The one person who would do anything for you. Give her life. Sell her
soul. Cut off her arms and legs for you. The one person who not only loves you
more than anyone else but is 'in' love with you more desperately, more
hopelessly, more miserably than anyone in the world." Suddenly she stopped
twirling. Facing me and staring me squarely in the eye, she said: "Part of your
present, Daddy, is my heart. All of it. Forever."

She then slowly came up against me, her back well-arched, her upper belly
touching my scrotum. I was now fully erect and my arms were to my sides. I
looked down at her, unmoving. With her head bent forward nearly touching my
chest, her eyes looked up at me from the edge of her face, surrounded by two
curtains of her long lustrous hair. Her voice was whisper-soft and soothing.
"The rest of the present is for my Daddy's beautiful cock. Please tell it that
it can do anything it wants to me. Anything." Her lips slowly placed one light,
wet kiss upon my chest. "I love you," she whispered.

This was the moment for which I lived. All the secret places of my heart came
alive in this moment at the sight of the glorious naked beauty of my Rachel,
revealed to my eyes for the first time. My love for her, my concern for her, my
attraction to her, my desire for her, my darkest fantasy of her, came
electrically alive in this moment. The little girl of my heart had so sweetly
gambled everything, casting fate to the wind, risking all, to give me all that
she had in the world to give. Now, I wanted to reach out to her, to touch her,
to be tender with her, and give her everything in return. I lived for this
moment, because after so many years I could finally permit myself to accept the
truth that I had always secretly known and kept well-hidden: that it was only
her that I truly loved and that I was empty without her completely in my life.

I slowly brought my hands up to my beautiful Rachel's warm, firm hips, lightly
grazing them. "Yes, Daddy," she whispered, closing her eyes. She shivered
loudly, again and again as my hands so very lightly traced their way down to
her high, well-rounded buttocks, delicately stroking them, then curving up to
her tiny waist, continuing lightly and slowly up her rib cage to the edges of
her breasts. Her breath still shivering with passion, her eyes still closed,
she raised her arms straight into the air as my fingers brushed their way up to
the angelic tenderness of her arm pits and up the soft flesh of her arms. Our
hands met and I gently took her delicate wrists and placed them on my
shoulders. I bent to taste the warm, tender smoothness of her own shoulder with
my mouth and she moaned and threw back her head in response. I gently held her
as I lightly kissed my way up the magnificent curve to her neck.

I picked her up in my arms as she sighed, long and deep. "I'm so much in love
with you, Daddy. I just can't wait for you to make love to me," she faintly
whispered. I placed her gently into one of the bunks and positioned my arms and
legs on either side of her as I poised myself over her ivory body. Her cameo
face shone brightly with love as she reached out with both hands to caress my
chest. Her voice was like silk.

"I've been saving myself for you, Daddy. I've never had a boyfriend. I've never
had sex with a boy. Even cute ones. I've never made love. All my partners were
men, like you: One of my teachers. Another man who lives up the street. The guy
who owns the liquor store down the block. Others. I pretended they were you. I
wanted to be good for you some day, Daddy. I wanted to know how to make you
happy. Every time I let them fuck me, it was for you, thinking of you, hoping
one day that it would be you inside me."

I reached down to her, lightly caressing her breast. She took my hand and
kissed the palm, placing it against her heart. "It only beats for you, Daddy. I
saved it for you. Just you." I bent down to kiss her. Our lips met and Rachel
put her sweet tongue in my mouth, seeking my own, playing with it, caressing
it. She then reached out for my penis. She brushed it oh so lightly, looking at
it as lovingly as she had looked into my own eyes, admiring it, worshiping it.
"My Daddy's beautiful cock," her voice softly murmured.

She sighed as she put it to the entrance of her vagina. I gently placed its tip
inside her and she moaned with the ache of her longing. She pulled her slender
legs up to her chest, bending her knees, flexing her feet. I fully entered her
with all the slow gentleness my arousal would allow. I then began thrusting
into the depths of her body, as she rhythmically began to drive herself against
me. Soon, her breath came in ragged gasps and moans. Throughout, however, she
continued to softly chant one word, over and over, countless times: "Daddy"
"Daddy" "Daddy".

She began emitting sharp little cries and whimpers, then quickly reached her
peak: "Love me Daddy. Fuck me. I'm cumming for you, Daddy. Hurry, squirt your
cum!" We climaxed together. It was the most deeply pleasurable experience of my
life. I felt both our bodies glowing with love and desire, as we exchanged a
passionate kiss, which tenderly ebbed into a gentle exchange of our breaths.

The next morning, Rachel repeated her phrase from the airplane: "I love waking
up in your arms". After a most memorable night, she and I spent the next day of
our cruise in bed. That evening, she talked me into emerging from our cabin. I
was very nervous, as the entire ship's membership was wandering the corridors
in the nude, save for the staff and crew. Finally, I overcame my embarrassment
and took my beautiful girl to dinner. Rachel and I walked there hand-in-hand. I
was very erect much of the way, particularly over the fact that she so proudly
and immodestly displayed her body in front of others for my gratification. She
had expended considerable effort that evening on her make-up and hair to make
herself exceptionally ravishing, attracting the admiring glances of both men
and women, alike. Rachel laughed at my erection, telling me in her own words
how it was a bad 'no-no' among 'the naked people', as she called them. That
didn't stop her from naughtily pulling on my penis under the dinner table or at
random moments in the walkways, however. She also talked me into shopping with
her in a few of the ship's stores, including a clothing shop where she
shamelessly modeled a pair of high heels, in front of a fully-dressed sales
clerk. I purchased a new pair of sunglasses for her and, having no pockets nor
money, I put it on our account. "They do make you look beautiful," I said.

The ship was filled with entire families of 'the naked people', of every age.
I'm sure the ship's staff knew we were father and daughter and I did my best to
keep our sexual activities behind closed doors, with little cooperation from
Rachel. I recall in the second day of our cruise, in the ship's elegant mess
hall, we were among the last diners at the end of the room. Rachel quickly sat
up on the table in front of me, slightly spreading her legs, playfully asking
me if I was ready for 'dessert'. Each moment she was more radiant than the
last, brimming over with youthful sexual exuberance and joy. "I'm in love," she
would chant to the mirror in our cabin, while playing with her hair.

Our destination was a small Caribbean island nation that operated with an open
mind and a 'laissez-faire' policy. It didn't hurt that their resort was
probably the number one local money-maker. Rachel and I enjoyed four days of
beaches, sun, and a romantic little hut, where we spent many wonderful hours in
each other's arms. It turned out that Rachel had only hidden our clothes and on
our last day, we dressed and visited the island. On one end, we found a quiet
village with a little chapel. Rachel took that occasion to thank me for
understanding her love. She told me that she had always known I could be the
only man in her life. "Daddy will you marry me?" she implored me so meekly. In
that little chapel, in our own private ceremony, we promised to love, honor and
obey each other until death. Outside, in the village square, a merchant was
selling some cheap trinket jewelry and we bought each other a tarnished ring.

Upon our return home, I decided to move out of the house. I never could face my
wife with the full story, although, intelligent as she was, I'm sure she pieced
everything together. She eventually divorced me, but to her everlasting credit,
she never said a word, showing a remarkable degree of sensitivity and
compassion. Rachel, of course, moved in with me.

On a sunny summer afternoon, a few months after my fifty-sixth birthday,
eighteen years after that ever-so memorable day in June when Rachel and I
became as one, my little jewel came to my office. She sat again on my desk,
smiled, and handed me an envelope. I opened it and found two tickets.

"Guess what?", she beamed.

"Oh my," I said.

"It's 'a..."

"I know," I said, cutting her off, with tears coming to my eyes, "'a
surprise..."

"'AND a PRESent'," she said, completing the sing-song phrase, sounding just
like the young girl of my memory.

Rachel took me back to that little island in the Caribbean where we first
tenderly exchanged vows. We still wear the cheap rings we bought on that first
occasion, now long ago. This time, I followed Rachel without hesitation. She
was then a thrilling grown woman of thirty-three, the mother of my son and two
daughters. Neither of the latter two ever became a "Daddy's girl'; one is all I
need. In all the days of our life together on this earth, Rachel and I have
never fought. We have never argued. We have never made each other cry, except
from the greatest joy.

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