Antique store

Turn right in route 27. You have 10 minutes till your arrival came from the GPS on the phone.The street was lined with oak and maple trees. It was like stepping back in time on the cobble stone road. Looking down at his phone saying it was has past eight. Still have over a hour till he had to meet with Ms. Ridden about the apartment. Jeremy knew that it would be a while before he’d actually have to be in need of a job.   After his retirement from the military and the money his mother had left him. Jeremy wanted to enjoy life and fresh clean start, were no one knew of his family or his past.
Pulling into a diner THE GRIZZLY for breakfast.Jeremy thought he’d take his time. No rush,no demands nobody waiting, just him and what ever he wanted to do for nearly the first time in twenty-three years. Walking into the front door a young lady with purple streaks in her hair. Hey you can grasp a seat at the counter or next to the window and I’ll be right over. Sitting at the third both. A sigh of relief of being of the road.  Good morning and how are you this morning. Handing Jeremy a menu saying my name is Cameron. Looking at her with a bewildered look and thinking purple and blonde hair that would never fly with his strict Baptist and Chaotic home. It was all yes ma’am and no ma’am. Even to the maid and help. His mother demanded his respect.  Jeremy was always taught  to no matter how much you hate the person, the job and position and uniform deserves and demand respect.
Looking over the menu smiling telling Cameron he’d like a breakfast called the Rocky Express and a grape juice. Smiling at him Saying you not from around here. The Rocky is a heart stopper laughing. It’s ok if the Navy and Chief Fields did stop my heart nothing will. With the brightest smile Cameron had ever seen.
It had seemed like a month of Sunday’s since he’d had real eggs , not powder or liquid eggs but real honest eggs from a chicken. Looking down at his watch saying it was nine twenty-seven. Thinking I’ll have enough time for just one more coffee.
Waiting for his check Jeremy noticed that it had gotten a little crowded.  Laughing and joking with the customer in the next booth. Handming Jeremy a slip of paper that said your bill has been paid. Have a blessed day and thank you for your service in the military .
LOVE CAMERON.  
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You have arrived came from the phone. Jeremy pulled his purple 54 chevy pickup; into a spot on the other side of the street from Memorable Treasures. Looking around the antiques. Seeing a mug the said West Virginia with a black bear on it and several cat eyes marbles big enough to shock a horse. May I help you said from behind the counter was a dirty redheaded young middle aged girl saying what can I do to help you . My name is Kellie Jo if you need anything. Thank you but I’m here to see about an apartment. Ms.Ridden stepped out to get some donations from Genesis Fellowshp . If you’d like we have a coffee counter in the back. Following Kellie to the back Jeremy said I like mine black and extremely sweet. Laughing Kellie told him that it couldn’t be sweeter because I’m pouring it. Sliding the cup of coffee to Jeremy asking what brings him here as the phone started ringing Kellie Jo sighs. Picking up the phone hello this is Memorable Treasures With a few ahh Haas
Ok I’ll tell your mom you called. Turning to Jeremy that was Tina Ms. Nadine’s daughter, she lives in Denver she recently gone though a messy divorce.
Kellie looked at a older gentleman that came behind the counter. Mr.Ridden this is Jeremy here to see the apartment. Let the woman take care of it ,I don’t have the time for all that foolishness said the older gentleman. Let her take care of it. Looking at Jeremy with a annoying grunt I guess you’ll be OK. You look fine and healthy unlike the other guff offs in town . Kellie Jo told Jeremy he could browse wail he waited. Looking around their was a set of old LPs and compact discs everything thing from Elvis Presley to Three Dog Knight and some lady by the name Amy Winehouse his time in the military was probably when she we out. There was a blue tea pot and cup set he could see a king and queen using. Pictures that appeared to have German or Irish scenery. As he was looking though a book shelf. This little older lady that had a warm motherly glow and smile he felt relixed. Hello my name is Nadine. Nadine Ridden. I suppose you Jeremy and here to see the apartment. Yes ma’am. You can enter though the back alley door. The apartment door is just to the left beside the office door in the back,you can come though the store during the day.
The apartment was up 12 stairs. As Nadine was showing the apartment he couldn’t keep from noticing the muriel of the wall of a forest and waterfall. Nadine was telling Jeremy her eldest son Robert had painted the when he was in high school back when it was a small town Caff’e. That is a beautiful piece of work. Smiling she said proud both of her kids were extremely talented. The Robert enjoys painting and woodworking that Tina played piano and guitar for the church since she was fifteen Tina also wrote poetry.
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That following Saturday KellieJo knocked on the down stairs door asking for Jeremy’s help. Wasn’t like he had any plans. Looking through boxes with KellieJo going to the old chest type phonograph the had been there in the McAfee since she had grown up,but then it was in the back where the coffee counter is but was a small dance floor. Turning the radio on . Smiling Jeremy said music is always nice. Today is Saturday and the fair is up and running across town so chances are it will be just the two of us this afternoon. Smiling at Jeremy, KellieJo thought how she’d like to dance the day away in the arms of such a man as him. But Jeremy was so secretive about his past. Was he a murderous made man or in witness protection or just plainly hiding.
Handing Jeremy a cup of coffee and told him it was her specialty blend. We have five boxes to go through. Two are by the door up front and the three here on the coffee counter. After taking a drink and shaking of the hit of caffeine and sweet. Digging through the first box saying looking like all cloths in box one. Here is something that looks like something that my grandma would wear to Mass on Sunday but if a am remembering right. This one would not work at Mass grinning. Long Black and cut low enough to see a belle button and slit on both sides up to the hips. All the rest looks like jeans and more jeans.
Out of the last box KellieJo pulled out a eighties boom box . lets see if it works, pulling it to a plug behind the counter plugging it in and turning it till something came in loud and clear. Jeremy smiled at KellieJo look what is in the box a cassette tape that said only. DANCE TUNES . Putting it in was a voice say how he hated to leave to go to NYU but that he loved you so much, see you at Christmas and I LOVE YOU CHANTELL, the music started as the sky was growing gray. Offering his hand as True by SPANDAU BALLET may I have this dance. Soon after KellieJo and Jeremy lean in to kiss as Nadine open the front door ans saying good morning.
Neither one had relies they had dance through the evening and night. Smiling inconspicuous at Jeremy, Kellie Jo said with out thinking I’ll buy breakfast if you drive.

Old house

It was a warm sunny Thursday in April; LaDonna stepped out into a seventy-five-degree sunny afternoon. Thinking that this afternoon’s lunch would take the rest of the day and maybe even the four-day weekend, at least she thought. Picking up her little poupou, Cavalier Spaniel that was a dog fit for a king, in this case, a queen.

The Mirror

Emily and Sawyer had Just paid off their home mortgage three and a half years early. Their youngest daughter would be attending the University of Michigan in late June. Daniel and David we’re Nicholas’s firstborn. Two boys were born on the eighteenth of May in 1990. Now David lay resting at Arlington. The Army had only told Emily and Sawyer their son had died in service to his country. Nicholas, we’re expecting a baby granddaughter by Christmas.

Emily had finally started teaching again. Her health and mental state had changed dramatically since her stroke and breakdown with the sudden loss of her father, James, and her mother just disappearing out of nowhere, and still, no word of Carol was about.

NEW LIFE NEW HOPE

Click, click, wuss the door of the unit door opened. Well, today is the day.  As a corrections officer, Tina Gonzalez enters the eight-by-eight cell unit. Your eighty-seven months are up.  Let’s get your sorry butt out of my cell block and you on the outside.   

She was looking at the door of the chief corrections 0fficer. Don’t just stand Rammy as C.O. Tina Opens the office door. Pointing to the chair that sat in front of a small desk, in the cramped, smelly that reeked of stale and moldy air and little light. Boy, Tina, my cell is better than this crap hole of an office.

The door opening sends a breath of somewhat clean air into the room. Rammy, this wardon Samuel Batastki. Due to the massive overcrowding at PSCWCF. The state and Department of Corrections have decided to end your stay at a South Central Women’s Corrections Faculty. Watson Batastki says you have served three-fourths of your time and have shown improvements

CELLAR DOOR

Aunt Jean was choking. Hurrying across the table to Aunt Jean’s side.  Aunt Jean was choking on something. As I reached Aunt Jean’s side of the table.  That Young princess was at my side.  Yelling for me to do something, but I could not get past her beautiful short blond hair and green eyes.  Snapping her fingers in my face I need an Ipy pen,

You need to focus and look in her purse for an Epipen. I Looked in Aunt Jean’s purse asking if this is it. She grabbed it practically out of my hand.   Looking at me her emerald green eyes took my breath away and then looking at Aunt Jean She jabbed it into her upper thigh, Aunt Jean took a few deep gasps of air. She fine.   As she got to her feet  two paramedics arrived at the table

Turning my way as she talked to me. Smiling she came over introducing herself as Rose saying she was an intern at Cabble – Huntington Hospital. Your Aunt will be fine. She certainly had an allergic reaction to seafood. She had pieces of some shrimp tails under her denture.  Patting me on the shoulder, telling me again you Aunt Jean will be fine, to go home and get some rest.  Saying with a bit of flirtiness. Go get some rest,” Doctors Orders” pointing at me with a smile on her face.

Looking at his reflection in the kitchen window. Finishing the last gulp of the water. He thought of the blonde that saved his Aunt’s Life. Turning off the kitchen light saying that” ELVIS HAS LEFT THE BUILDING.” Something he had done since he was a kid.

Walking out to the mid-morning sun.  It has been years since he had been in Huntington.     Looking as he crossed the street noticing A flower shop. The shop window said Garrisons Designs Florist and Interiors.  Looking like he was totally out of place. May I help you with something Sir,  oh yeah I need to get something or flowers, I have family over at Cabell-Huntington.  

Adult or child? Boy or Girl? Age. That would help near it down a bit. I believe Jean is about in her late seventies before he realized he had said his Auntie enjoyed Daisies, Chocolate, and Teas.

walking off of the elevator I followed the arrow to the right, figuring out Jean’s room would be just ahead. Hearing the talkative chatter of the nursing station. Excuse me, but I’m looking for room 304 West my aunt Jean Stapleton is a patient here. From around a computer screen. Hey there with a sexy and flirtatious smile.  There she was the cute blonde smile that he could not get out of his head last night.

Most of the small talk gossiping about each other’s life’s interests he had heard only seconds ago, was eerily quiet now.  For several of the nurses, steering was a little unnerving.  Looking at the basket saying how she loved teas and daisies. 

Yeah, Aunt Jean does too. Well if you couldn’t get flowers your could at least ask me out for coffee or something. What was that I couldn’t understand?  Clearing her throat. MMMMM I was just saying if you like coffee, The CELLAR DOOR has some of the coffee in the middle of Appalachia.  They also have some of the best drinks in or around Huntington.

  Sounds nice, I’ll show you to your aunt’s room. The good doctor Rose made sure that she put enough swagger in her steep. Looking over her shoulder to make sure he knew she was watching him. Turning into her patient’s room. Hello, Mrs. Stapleton, look who I found wandering the halls. With a little bit of a hum. Looking a the basket, I love daisies too. may I have to, please?   Of course, you can dear after all you did save my life. Putting one behind her left ear, draped a blond hair around the daisy’s green stem. As retrieving the second one in the front pocket of the white doctor’s coat. Mrs. Stapleton, I need to have a word or two with you later this afternoon.   I and Doctor Mitchell Pearson will be in to talk with you.  I saw a few abnormalities in your blood work, again thanks for the daisies. Looked up into Julius’ eyes. She could have gotten lost in the deep blue.  Thank you, Dr.Rose. with a beautiful swift smile.  It’s Dr.Madison Rose Brooklyn Decker, but everyone here calls me Dr.Rose. But you both can call me Rose.  As Dr.Rose left the room, Aunt Jean spoke up saying that he needs to find him a girl like that.  Most of the family or what’s left of the family think there is something wrong with you, or you are “still in the closet” as they say.  No Jean it is coming out of the closet. They come out of the closet, and gay people, come out of the closet. I’m not gay, I just do not like people, especially the female type of people from what happened during my senior year of high school. Or just people in general people are rude, nasty, and, inconsiderate even most of the people that I like, “I don’t”. People are out to get you.

  Don’t start with me Aunt Jean, you know I haven’t been comfortable with girls since my Junior year of high school.

  But there is just something about this one, just seeing her, she took my breath away.  Smiling Aunt Jean spoke up saying that it’s called love, she’s beautiful and she is a doctor. Stop Aunt Jean, just stop it.

By the way, as I recall as I  asked about having seafood or something like you always said that seafood was the nastiest thing you could ever put in your mouth. 

Your we’re young and I didn’t what to see you get sick more people get sick from seafood.

So you didn’t like it or were allergic to it.  When did you figure that out?  You know it was in the late eighties. Your mother and father had just dropped you off at the house to stay for the weekend. To my recollection, your stepmom didn’t want anything to do with us or the family business. To her, she thought we were a bunch of West Virginia hicks so she talked your dad into going to California to become famous.  More to the point Yes, I am highly allergic to seafood. Last December all of those tests I said I was ordered to get by the Doctor.   Well, New Year’s Eve morning. He called I have rear cancer.  Doc said I have less than two years, five if I’m lucky.

So when my father Julius passed away , clearing her throat, back in twenty-twenty.  From an act of revenge, but Alexia Donne from the sheriff’s office agreed to call it an act of terrorism.  But the Dawson’s and Rodgers from Kentucky and great-great-grandfather had it over alcohol and let’s just say that’s what lead to the Family running a book store.  See back then a lot of us from the Appalachian Mountains were mostly uneducated hicks.  Then a so-called educator made your family look bad to the community of ridge  runners, and teachers That’s how it all started.   Sort of a strange hick or Application Mafia.  We’ve been fighting each another, just like the Hatfield and the McCoys. As of the first of January I am handing over the rains of the family and bookstore to you.   I was going to wait, but it is what it is. My time is coming, and hopefully, the good lord above will see past my our family’s misdeeds and let this old bat through the pearly gates.

But enough of the family and our family’s business.

Standing to adjust herself in her Lulus Búrke Black and White stripe. Saying Thank you, kind sir. Just relax I know some of the people here.  Hey, Maria Hey doc would you like your usual seat.   No thank you, Maria But Id like the place upstairs overlooking the RiverFront, smiling you got it doc. Follow me.

The sun was almost ready to set over the Ohio River. Maria lit the two candles on the table. Would you like drinks and a menu, no, just your coffee and drink menu?  Very well Doctor Rose. Does Edmund and Ms. Chris know you are here? No, they do not.  It’s okay looking like you’re getting busy.   Placed a few dark chocolate orange raspberry biscotti on the table. Maria asked if she could take their drink orders or would like her to choose. Smiling Rose smiled that she could use a surprise or two. With a wink make my friend here a surprise also, Thank you, Maria. If Edmund isn’t too busy you could let him know I am up here, if you’d like.  

Placing a few dark chocolate orange raspberry biscotti on the table. Maria asked if she could take their drink orders or would like her to choose. Smiling Rose smiled that she could use a surprise or two. With a wink make my friend here a surprise also, Thank you, Maria. If Edmund isn’t too busy you could let him know I am up here, if you’d like.  So tell me what do you do for a living, before Julius could answer. Rose said how good the biscotti was handed one. Her eyes expression showed how happy the taste made her. I see you are taking a liking to our latest take on biscotti my dear Rosalina.

Hurrying to her feet, nearly fell over her two-inch hills. Uncle Eddie how have you been, how is Auntie Christina?  Fine, fine we are both fine. Looking saying toward the window, saying her Auntie Christina and I come from the hills of Western France. And the only time she comes by is to eat. With a sarcastic, So are you still over at the hospital? Yes, Uncle, I’m still working as a doctor over at Cabell- Huntington, I am currently working on my Ph.D. in Pediatrics. Christina and I are so proud of you, with a smile a doctor in our own family. But ones back home in France would be wondering why you are running the winery from America.

Maria put two cups of Anatolia Café on the table. This is one of our best coffees with a little kick. Maria added with a smile. So raising her glass smiling with a come healthier smile. Cheers, tipping her glass. Reaching out her right hand across the table hoping to meet his.  So Mr. Stapleton tell me about yourself?  Well, I grew up in White-Sulfur Springs. Went to GreenRiver Academy. But after grandma and grandpa’s accident. Aunt Jean kept bookstore Around the Corner Cafe up and running. At the time being, but with technology and no one reading it’s getting harder to help keep it open.  If you do read it is a book so I came up here to Huntington to discuss what our next move is. With Jean almost dying.  I’m not really sure, what’s next.  Hardly anyone sits down  and has a cup of coffee anymore and everything is electric anymore. No one can sit down and read a

  So Doctor Sunshine what’s your story?  Well, I’m a military brat. and was born in France on

Bordeaux-Mérignac Air Base to be exact.  So good old dad had to join the U.S. AirForce like good old pappa. So I’ve lived at Kadena Air Force Base in Okinawa, Japan. Finally here in the good old USA.  Went back to France and went to 2000. Auguste Escoffier Culinary Arts. In the early nineties, I love to cook but to be a kitchen lap dog a snotty big-nosed French chef I decided to be a doctor. I met James in France, got married had a set of twins that six months after James passed away in Afghanistan I couldn’t look at France one more day, so poppa. Gave me the money and said to go find you’re heaven in America.  So I ended up here in ALMOST HEAVEN updated my credentials to American and bang I’m here in good ole Huntington.

And I haven’t been happier.  Trying to stand and sit again.   How much have I drunk. Well, six to be exact. You see when I talk about James and the girls I start drinking and can’t stop drinking.  James was in some kind of support role in Afghanistan, on May second he was killed in a training exercise at least that’s the line the Navy/Marines said.    In December of that year, the twins died in their sleep of Sudden Infant Syndrome.

I think we should call it a night and I should go home before I want to start drinking again. Oh and the girls that’s why I am going into pediatrics. If I save just one month not losing a child.

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Looking around after putting Rose to bed.  I got some water there was a table with a wedding picture of a fine-looking Marine in dress blues. and a beautiful bride. Behind it there, was a shadow box that contained nineteen medals and a US flag. To each side was a small wooden Rayuwa small ashes urns one saying Emma Nicole and the other, Olivia Nicole.

With a scream jolting Julius to his feet. Who the hell do you think you are and how did you get into my home. Relix you passed out in my car. You said you lived in the Frederick building. Looked at your license said apartment 454. and here we are the keys were in your purse.

Relax I kept my eyes closed when I put you to bed and your hot tea is on the warming pad. With a not-so-sure uneasy smile on her face. 

Gee, I’m sorry for being mean,  but nowadays you don’t know who to trust and let into your life. Sipping on her chamomile tea. But I am sure I can trust you with my life and heart. As she opens her robe as falls into the kitchen floor. Pulling each other as they could feeling each curve of their bodies Their first kiss turned into hot wild passion. There is a beep, beep, beep.  It’s not mine. Relax it’s mine.  Go get undressed ill be in there in just a minute. Kissing his neck and touching him she smiled.

Answering her cell.  Yes, this is Dr. Rose Decker, ok. I’ll be there asap.  Yes, I think I have his number.  I’ll reach out to him. Rushing to the bedroom get your pants back on. Your Aunt,   She’s taken a turn for the worse.

Rushing to the room that Jean Stapleton was in. Stands Dr. Pearson along with two of the floor nurses standing just outside Jean’s room. With a gasp Dear Lord, this isn’t good.

I’m sorry, Dr.Rose but your patient took a turn for worse, her heart stopped three times, during the evening and at eleven, she requested to sign a DNR. Ten minutes later she was gone. I’m sorry Dr. I’ll leave you three alone with your patent All stepped away from the hospital room door.

I can’t believe she’s been gone for eight months.

Friends

“There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.” – William Butler Yeats

Friends

TEMPTATION

I have to admit she was something to look at, silky. Sultry. Seductive. The outfit she was wearing wrapped her in enticement. It was sheer, clinging, and made most men drool so much they had to wipe desire off with a hanky. She sashayed over to me. Believe me, when you see a body like that move with the confidence of inevitable conquest…sashay is the right word. Then she spoke:

“Like what you see?”

I had to smile. “Like”: is such a tepid word to use in that situation. Lust would be an even weaker adjective. She projected feminine sexuality the same way the smell of coffee in the morning leads you half awake to a satisfying ending. I tried my sense of humor on her to hide my obvious reaction to her and her movements.

“Let me guess, your name is Desire…pronounced “des…er…ray..”

She laughed. That sound didn’t detract at all from the staged sexuality she presented. It enhanced it. Men like it when women laugh at their jokes…so do women. Laughter had lured many a person into thinking more of themselves than they should. If laughter isn’t honest, it can be put to good use by those who want to use you. Her laughter was real. That made it all the more likely it wasn’t honest.

“It could be, if that is what you wanted it to be.”

With that she reached out with one long graceful fluid motion to rake (oh so gently) her nails down my forearm. My body shivered. My mind reeled.

“Stop that.”

It wasn’t a loud protest. It didn’t have any real heft to it. It was the best I could do with her standing so close and every pheromone known to mankind was flaring my nostrils – and hers. She leaned her head to one side, exposing a neck that it took every ounce of will power not to kiss…or even lick. Just below the skin of a flawless curved neck, I could see her pulse beating slowly …oh how I wanted to kiss her exactly there. I did not.

She pouted.

“Oh come now…aren’t you a bit old to be such a prude?”

I never thought of twenty eight as being old…and prudish? No. Unless you count not wanting to be viewed or tapped by some smartphone when I experience shared delight in exploring a new body (and maybe even a friend) as prudish. I thought it was more like …respect.

She put an arm around my neck, pressing supple flesh up against me in a way that suggested she knew things about me that I kept hidden- even from myself. I wasn’t panting, but I was breathing hard. I started to think about garbage cans filled with maggots.

She sensed the sudden change in my attitude. I know she noticed my flagging interest pressed against a more than willing thigh. As I softened…she hardened. It was clear to me now…she was not used to be rebuffed. Rejection was not part of her every day existence. Yet I did both.

Her eyes, just moments ago, wide, blue, willing and submissive…turned an ugly red. Blood red. Her perfect nails turned inwards a bit, now more talon than than nail. Her posture changed from one that triggered desire…to one that made you put your back to a wall and offer up prayers for safety.

“You think of maggots? Maggots! When you could have had …this?”

She swarmed off my lap (there is no other word…it was like all of her attributes were just a swarm of long limbs, perky breasts, and supple skin, moving in concert). Opening her drapery to reveal luscious curves covered in skin that took your breath away…she turned slightly to make her obvious charms even more obvious.

I continued to picture maggots crawling over dirty diapers in a bin.

She turned ugly. Real ugly. The ugly that only beautiful people can exert when thwarted or denied. I lost all interest in a single second. She turned without a word and stalked out of the room. She didn’t even bother to open the door, she just smashed it with her body and stomped through the remains.

I let out a sigh. I stopped thinking about maggots. I started to wonder if I was crazy.

A pretty face peered around the corner…cute as a button. I put the maggots on standby.

The face was followed shortly but a body that wasn’t stunning but strong and young. Just picture the girl next door. Now add about, oh I don’t know, ten pounds? Give her hair that bouncy curl that happy young women seem to have. Add a smile just short of mischievous…just a sprinkle of freckles across a nose just a tad to large for her cheekbones. There….you have it. Just what I was seeing.

She spoke first. I liked her voice the minute I heard it. It told me that her emotions colored her words whenever she talked. It was kind, soft, and I could easily see myself both talking with her…and listening to her. She smelled like Spring.

“That was quiet a display you put on. I don’t think “Des…er…ray…” will be back. You pretty much put her in her place.”

She giggled. I liked that giggle. It had no malice in it. No artifice. No dishonesty. I had made her laugh.

“Was that her real name? Does she always come on strong like that? I was scared out of my mind.”

The “girl next door” woman sat on my lap with the ease and familiarity of a long term lover…best friend…and companion. She stroked the side of my cheek with the back of her palm. Her breath brushed up against the side of my nose…it was fresh and minty smelling. I wanted to lick her lips. She must have read my mind because she said to me:

“That will come later. I promise.”

She pinched my nose in a mock vow. I laughed.

“You still haven’t answered my questions.”

She squirmed in a fond way to nestle possessively on my lap. Looking me right in the eye…she told me:

“Yes, she always comes on that strong. Yes, you were scared out of your mind. Evidently tho…not out of your wits. And no, her name is not Desire.”

“What is it then?”

She positively glowed at me.

“Temptation.”

“And I refused her?”

She hugged me in a way that made me never want to let go.

She kissed me lightly on my forehead and spoke again.

“Yes, my darling. You did. You chose me!”

We laughed together.

“But…but…I don’t even know your name!”

She kissed me lightly on the lips. Bent over and whispered in my ear:

“You will. Not now, but someday soon.”

With that…she was gone.

The Next morning a baby was born to Judy and Mark Daniels.

The following year a baby was born just a few blocks away, to Melissa and Brian Ethridge.

Twenty three years later there was a Wedding.

A beautiful stunning LA Ten strutted by the young couple. The Groom didn’t look at her at all. He only had eyes for his bride.

His Bride leaned in closer and whispered:

“She pronounces her name “Des…er…ray.”

He remembered.

They both smiled…the music carrying them as much as their feet.

Temptation looked for another victim.

Kevin Hughes06/13/2022Thank you Lillian, I keep bins of dirty diapers and maggots around just in case. Lol

Smiles, Kevin

HOSPITAL

I have written a couple stories about my experience with COVID AND STROKE. Here’s another one

Peter sat up in bed, the stark light hurting his eyes. The other people bustling around the room confused him. Where was he? Who were these men shuffling around in their pyjamas and dressing gowns? He spotted a sign on the wall near the door. Ward LF7. A ward? He was in a hospital ward. A nurse appeared at the foot of his bed, as though summoned by the thought. She wore a nave uniform and an easy smile.
‘Good morning, Peter. How are you feeling today?’
Peter said nothing, shaking his head in an attempt to clear it. He really couldn’t recall being admitted to hospital and the paisley pyjamas he was wearing were not his. Peter was about to ask the nurse a question but when he went to speak, the thought drifted away from him. A guy in his fifties dawdled by. He had thinning hair and the rope of his dressing gown trailed along the floor behind him. The nurse turned and followed him calling out, Kenny, let’s get you back in bed.
Peter stared at the people in the ward as though he was watching a documentary on television. He felt detached from the scene taking place around him.
Sometime later, a male nurse, a stocky man with glasses, passed by.
‘Excuse me?’ Peter called. ‘What am I doing here?’
The nurse smiled and leaned on the rail at the bottom of the bed.
‘You’re very poorly, Peter. You need to rest up and get yourself better.’
‘What is wrong with me? How long have I been here? And,’ Peter added. ‘when can I go home?’
‘We are just waiting for your test results. Once the results come back, we’ll have all the answers you need. Then we can start planning to get you home. How does that sound?’
Peter had to admit it did sound perfectly reasonable.
‘When will the results be back?’ he asked.
‘Any day now. You’ll just have to be patient, if you’ll pardon the pun.’ laughed the nurse.
Before Peter could say anything else, the nurse carried on across the ward. Peter watched as he scanned his pass and the door clicked open. A man in his forties, wearing bright pyjamas, was doing Tai Chi beside his bed. The slow moves flowed well. Peter watched in fascination. Maybe when he was back on his feet, Peter could learn the techniques from him.
Later that afternoon, Peter was manoeuvred into a sitting position in bed, with pillows propped behind him for support. A wooden tray was slid into place in front of him, and a plate of food lay down. Peter tried the dish. It was some kind of mushy casserole but it lacked any real flavour. Perhaps, he wondered, salt and seasoning was bad for someone in his condition. If he’d been having a meal like this at home, he would have laced it with salt, pepper and pickles, to give it a bit of a kick to it. As it was, he scooped up a spoonful of the bland food without any real gusto. When he’d finished eating and the tray slid away, a nurse came to his bedside. She had a kind expression and a syringe in her hand.
‘Could you pop your sleeve up for me, love?’
Her demeanour was so gentle and disarming that he found he did as he was told. As the needle pierced the pale skin on his arm, Peter spoke.
‘What is this you’re giving me?’
The nurse explained that it was medicine to help get him better. She added, and you’re done, before leaving him.

The other patients on the ward seemed to be men of varying ages, and some were more confused than others. Were they treating the patients for their mental well-being too? One man in a bed facing Peter was commentating on a football match only he could see.
The following morning, having breakfasted on cold toast and the worst cup of tea he’d ever tasted, Peter waved for one of the nurses. She was in her late forties and had a hint of an Irish accent when she spoke.
‘Morning Peter, how are you today?’
‘Any news on my test results?’
‘These things take time, I’m afraid. When dealing with patients your age, we need to be more thorough.’
‘What do you mean, my age? I’m thirty-seven.’
‘Sorry, Peter, you’re getting confused again. You are sixty nine years old.’
‘No. No. That can’t be correct.’
‘Please, try and relax. Stay calm. You’re in the best place. We are taking good care of you.’
‘I am not a sixty year old.’
‘It’s understandable to be confused. You’re very poorly, that’s why you’re here.’
‘I am not an old man.’
‘Go and have a look in the bathroom mirror, see for yourself.’
‘Alright, I will.’
With determination in his weak limbs, clinging to his walking stick, Peter marched across the ward to the bathroom. He pushed through the door, making straight for the sinks. In the fluorescent light, his features looked pale and gaunt, and old. He gasped, staring at the reflection. The face staring back at him was his face, but it was also the face of a much older man. His thick hair was now grey-white and receding. His face was a mask of wrinkles and crow’s feet. So, it was true. Somehow thirty years had gone by, lost in his memory.
He glared at the mirror, tears of frustration running down his face. Where had the years gone? Maybe he had married and had children, even grandchildren, in the missing years. The nurse hovered in the doorway.
‘I’m sorry.’ she said. ‘I know. It’s a lot to take in. Your mind is playing cruel tricks on you. Give it time and we’ll get you there.’
Peter was about the say he wanted to go home, but it struck him that, he didn’t quite know where home was, or what his home was like. Right then, home seemed more of a general concept, an idea, a feeling. Quite unsure of exactly what to do, he shrugged at his reflection, and followed the nurse back onto the ward.
He shuffled and got himself as comfortable as he could. Would his memory come back once he was feeling better? Would things start to make more sense after a while? He certainly hoped so. He was an old feller, like some of the others on the ward. He tried not to think about things. Everything would start making more sense soon.
That afternoon, Peter was trying to concentrate on a who-dunnit novel from the 1930s, a patient flopped onto the edge of his bed. He wore a striped dressing-gown, a wild grin, and thick hair. He reminded Peter of a mad professor. He was somewhere in his mid-forties.
‘Alright, mate? I’m Chris. I’ve been meaning to have a word with you.’ He paused, reading the name over his bed. ‘Nice to meet you, Pete.’
Peter simply smiled. Chris looked around, and once happy that they weren’t being overheard, he leaned in, his voice little more than a whisper.
‘All is not well, you know. Things are very wrong with this place, whatever it is.’
‘I don’t follow you.’ Peter said.
‘You must have noticed that things aren’t as they should be.’
Peter said nothing.
‘For example, why is the door locked?’ Chris asked.
‘To keep people out. We’re not well. A lot of hospital wards do that. They can’t have people drifting in and out.’
‘Are you sure that door isn’t locked to keep us in? And why are there no visitors?’
‘Visitors aren’t allowed to reduce the risk of infection. There’s a sign on the wall.’ said Peter/
‘Okay then, why aren’t we allowed mobile phones or tablet computers?’
‘They say it interferes with the equipment.’
‘Rubbish.’ Chris said. ‘They want to keep us completely cut off from the outside world.’
Peter said nothing. He wasn’t sure if he could even remember life off the ward. Chris gave him a wink and left him to think about what he had told him. Peter slumped back in the bed, arms folded across his face. Was he being held prisoner on the ward? Where had the last thirty years gone? Would he ever make it off the ward, and what lay out there for him? He sighed. He couldn’t even remember his last name.
They days rolled by, he was getting used to the routine. There would be injections and pills, bland food and plastic cups of water. He even got used to the other patients and their quirky little ways.
The guy still practised Tai Chi, another man recited what Peter assumed was Shakespeare, thrashing his arms dramatically. Chris would hover by Peter’s bed and explain his latest theory. One morning Chris perched on the end of Peter’s bed, waiting for the nurses, or the goons, as he called them, to pass by. Peter tended to humour him. He would nod, smiled and shake his head, in what he hoped was the right places. Chris would eventually drift away to share his intelligence with another patient.
‘This isn’t actually a hospital, you know? It’s more like a prison camp. They keep us here, pump us full of drugs, cooped up so we can do no damage.’
‘Oh right.’ Peter managed.
‘Before I came here, I was a writer. I wrote for an independent magazine. We were anti-Government, anti-Establishment, anti-Everything, actually.’ he laughed. ‘And then one day, I wake up here, so full of medicine that I don’t know what day it is. That’s their plan.’
At that moment a nurse went by, glancing in their direction. Chris jumped to his feet, as though he’d just being caught out. He whispered for Peter to for goodness sake, be careful, and scurried back to his own bed.
A man in a grey trustee’s uniform waved a tea pot in Peter’s direction. Tea? Coffee? The trustees were patients who were making sufficient recovery, that they were given little chores around the ward and the hospital wing. The trustee programme served several purposes. It gave the hospital staff assistance with minor tasks. The nurses could then busy themselves with the more important and complicated aspects of the job. It also gave the improving patients a sense of purpose, a role to fulfil. Peter was reminded of prefects and milk-monitors from his school days. The patents on the mend wore their grey trustee uniforms with pride.
Peter simply nodded. The trustee poured a mug of tea and placed in the table in front of him.

A few days later, Peter had just taken his tablets, when something occurred to him. He hadn’t seen Chris all morning. The patients couldn’t leave the ward, so it was a real mystery. The next time a nurse went by, he called out.
‘Excuse me?’
‘Yes, love.’ The nurse smiled.
‘Do you know where Chris is? I’ve not seen him today.’
The smile faded from her face.
‘The patient you are referring to has been moved to another ward for further treatment.’
Without waiting for a reply, she marched quickly to the door, scanned her pass and left. As the door clicked locked again, Peter wondered what Chris’s disappearance could mean. Had he been moved to a stricter ward because he was disruptive? He was always sharing his outlandish theories with the other patients. A shiver went through Peter. If Chris had been moved because of the disruption, then did that mean that he had been right about things? At what point did the line blur between hospital ward and prison wing? If they were being kept there against their will, then what was the difference?
Peter spent the rest of the day trying to figure things out. What was going on? Was he being paranoid? Were they being kept here because they had been critical of the state? That did seem outlandish, but what if Chris was correct?
A trustee appeared at the foot of his bed, asking if he would like tea or coffee. Peter just shook his head.
Several days later, Peter was in the bathroom. He stared at his aged reflection. Where had the years gone? The years were lost in the fog of his memory. As far as he could recall, he was in his late thirties, not his sixties. Mind you, he was so confused these days. He continued to stare at his grey-haired, wrinkled, reflection, as though it held the answers.
The bathroom door opened. Peter glanced around to see a male nurse. He was in his twenties and had this dark hair. Peter bid him good morning, before turning back to the mirror. Peter gasped. In the filter of the mirror reflection, the young nurse was an old man, his hair grey-white, his skin full of wrinkles.
Oblivious of Peter’s distress, the nurse went into one of the cubicles, shutting the door behind him. Peter’s heart pounded in his chest. As he splashed cold water on his face, he heard Chris’s voice in his head, the words repeating over and over. For goodness sake, be careful. Chris had been right. They were being doped up and kept here. They were being drugged and lied to.
Still reeling from his discovery, Peter staggered back across the ward. He made it back to his bed. A nurse paused, glancing at him in concern.
‘Are you feeling okay, Peter. You’re very pale.’
‘I’ll have to go sun-bathing this afternoon then, top up my tan.’ he laughed.
The nurse said he was to let her know if he started feeling unwell, before rushing off to tend to another patient.
How many days had it been since Chris had been moved? It could have been well over a week. In here the days didn’t really have a lot of meaning. Chris had been right all along. The mirrors that the nurses used to prove they were telling the truth, were in fact, part of the lie, part of the cruel stunt they were pulling on the patients. Peter managed to swallow a few mouthfuls of the Irish stew that evening.
As he lay in bed, on the dark ward, the other patients’ snoring and heavy-breathing, Peter knew one thing. He had to get off the ward. If he could just get through the door, he could try to blag and bluff his way out of the place once and for all. By the time the dawn started lighting the night sky, Peter had a plan. It might work, but had to give it a shot.
The next morning Peter occupied himself, reading in the plastic chair by the door to the ward. When a nurse asked how he was doing, he said, he was fine, just eager to finish the last few chapters of his paperback book.
Just after eleven, right on cue, the tea-trolley was brought round. The nurse heaved the heavy trolley, laden with urns and tea cups, through the door. Peter moved quickly. Before the door could click shut, imprisoning him on the ward, he gently slipped his thin paperback book against the doorframe.
As the nurse busied herself, with the help of a trustee, with sorting out the tea and coffee for the patients, Peter reached and grabbed a trustee’s jacket. In once quick movement, he shrugged into the grey jacket and slid through the door, kicking away the book. The door locked behind him.
Peter found himself in a long corridor. A patient in a trustee’s jacket moved up the corridor towards him, carrying a bottle of milk. Clearly the brew round on the ward needed more milk. In his grey jacket, Peter was protected. If he was challenged, he could insist he was running an errand for the ward. Maybe he would claim to be going for more books for the ward, and then quickly slip away.
The trustee with the milk neared. Peter gasped. It was Chris. Peter rushed to him.
‘Chris, you were right about everything. The mirrors prove it. Everyone is old in the reflection. You were right. We need to get out of here.’
Chris gave him a blank stare. Whatever they had done to him, Chris no longer recognised him. A nurse appeared behind them in the corridor.
‘Come on, we need to go.’ Peter insisted.
Chris dropped the milk, the plastic bottle rolling away, spilling its contents at their feet. He grabbed hold of Peter tightly.
‘Let’s get you back on the ward, my friend.’ Chris said.
There was a coldness, an edge that had not been there before. Suddenly, the corridor was filled with staff, and Peter, despite his protests and struggles, was pushed, shoved and man-handled, back onto the ward. With Chris telling him to relax, that they were here to help, Peter felt a needle prick his skin.

Peter sat up in bed, blinking in the stark light. He appeared to be in some kind of hospital ward.
‘What am I doing here?’ he asked a nurse.
‘You are not well.’
‘What’s wrong with me?’
‘We’re just waiting for your test results to come back.’

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Marla06/25/2022I enjoyed this creative story! It’d make a good short film.Reply

CPlatt06/25/2022Thanks Marla. Glad you liked it!

Flight. XXX

His name was James, but everyone called him Jim, except for his supervisor Miss Marshal. Her name was Janet Marshal but to maintain professionalism in the work place she insisted everyone call her Miss Marshal. Jim worked in the IT department at a mid-sized company in Cleveland. His job was one of the many tech specialists, however because he’d been there a while, he was assigned the unfortunate job of reviewing the incoming e-mails for appropriateness. The company, like many companies, had an internet and e-mail policy that was “use only for business”. Jim had to review all incoming e-mails and determine if they were safe for work. It was the one part of his job that he disliked but occasionally had its perks, in the form of naughty pictures that spouses or girlfriends would try to send to their significant others. All of the rejected e-mails had to be reported to Miss Marshall.

Janet Marshall was 39, a few weeks away from turning 40, and she wasn’t looking forward to it. She had been working at the company for 20 years now and had worked herself up to a supervisor job. She took her job seriously, maybe a little too seriously, but she knew her job was to be a BITCH. Nobody liked having their e-mails and internet censored but it had to be done to maintain a stable work environment and a virus free server. She knew the company expected the supervisors to maintain a “No Fraternization Policy” with her workers, so she kept everyone at arm’s length, even though it made her seem like she was stuck up.

Jim was working away in his cubicle, reading other people’s e-mails that he personally thought were none of his business when one with a very racy picture popped up. This was an e-mail to his buddy Mark in accounting from his girlfriend Trisha also in accounting. It was a shot up her skirt revealing she hadn’t worn panties to work today and she was obviously turned on from it. Her moistened labia were swollen and reddish as if she had been rubbing down there for some time. Mark quickly ***********ed to reject that e-mail however he took a picture of it with his phone first so Mark would get to see it. Then another e-mail from Trisha, this picture was from the mirror in the ladies room revealing a large pair of breasts, 38DDs with both nipples erect. She had her phone in one hand but the other was holding them up to get the full effect of their massiveness. Then another e-mail appeared from Trish, she was bent over with her skirt pulled up showing her firm ass and a dripping wet pussy. Apparently, the photo shoot for Mark was really turning her on. Unfortunately, she wasn’t the only one turned on. Jim called down to Mark’s desk.

“Accounting Mark” he said answering his phone.

“Mark it’s Jim. Trish has been sending you some really racy pics on the company e-mail” Jim told him trying to say it as quietly as possible yet still be heard. “I’ve got the pics from the e-mails on my phone. I’ll send them to you soon. You should call her when she gets back to her desk and remind her not to use the company e-mail”.

“Thanks Jim. I’ll call her but I’m fairly certain she sent them to me by company e-mail because she knows you’ll see them. She has been talking about doing this for a while now. She keeps saying she wants you to have the embarrassment of walking around with a stiff dick all day”.

“Well, she has accomplished that. We’ll have to come up with a way to pay her back soon”.

Suddenly “James can you come to my office for a moment” Miss Marshal shouted from her doorway.

“Mark I gotta go, the frigid BITCH is beckoning me again. If there is anybody in this whole company that needs to get fucked it’s her. I’ll send those pics and we can talk later”.

“Later dude” Mark replied as he hung up the phone.

Jim searched his desk for a folder or a book, something he can hold over his raging hard-on. He had used this method of concealing himself all through high school. He thought to himself “I should have a designated folder for this sitting at the ready as often as I get hard at work. Luckily, he found a quarterly report that would work and make it seem like he was busy at his desk. He walked to Miss Marshals office to a round of snickers and a few chuckles, Trisha was gonna get it soon for this.

“James, please take a seat. I have something to discuss with you.” Miss Marshall said as Jim took a seat across from her desk hoping that she too wouldn’t notice the bulge in his pants. “We have been chosen to fly to Denver to help our new offices there get their IT department straightened out. We leave in two weeks. You and I will be staying in a hotel for a week so make sure to pack accordingly. Our travel liaison will send you all of the flight and hotel information. Any questions?”.

“None that I can think of right now, but if any arise, I’ll ask them later” Jim responded.

“Thank you, James that will be all”.

Jim left her office and decided to head for accounting. He had some pics to show Mark and a bulge to show Trisha.

Two weeks passed by like it was a month. Jim really was regretting this trip, mostly because his job really sucked and he was going there to train someone else to be miserable also. He made it to the airport and after a short wait in line at Security he made his way to the gate. Jim was 32 years old and had been with the company since graduating college. He wore thick black glasses but only for reading. He was 5’ 9” tall with straight brown hair parted on the side. Almost military looking. He was around 175lbs but looked fairly skinny. His shoulders were broad and his stomach was flat but he didn’t come across as muscular. He was usually dressed in slacks and a button up shirt at work, you know with a pocket protector with pens and pencils sticking out of it. Must be standard issue for the IT department. However today he was wearing jeans and a polo shirt with the company logo on it of course. He always dressed comfortable when he flew. He looked around at the terminal to see if Miss Marshal was there and was shocked when he didn’t see her there waiting. He just figured she would be there 2 hours early to ensure she didn’t miss her flight.

Miss Marshal (Janet to everyone she knew not from work) was at the airport lounge getting a little pre-flight courage. She wasn’t a great flier but she knew with a couple of drinks, she would be okay until the plane took off and she could get a couple more in flight. After finishing the second Long Island Iced Tea she got up and leisurely made her to the gate. She showed up 2 hours early so she had plenty of time. Feeling a little tipsy she looked around to see if James had made it on time. She saw him standing in line to board and realized it was later than she thought.

Jim was beginning to worry until he saw Miss Marshal approach. He noticed she was dressed up. Company Blazer over a silky white blouse, her sandy blonde hair was twisted up into a bun and she was wearing nylons with 3″ heals. She was swinging her hips as she walked, which he usually found sexy, however in this case it looked more like she was trying to keep her balance. Her chest seemed to struggle to stay inside the blazer as she walked towards him.

“Hi James” she said as she walked up to him and stood next to him in line.

“Hello” he returned as he could smell her breath and realized she had been drinking.

“I have the seat next to you so I may as well board with you”. She leaned on Jim to keep her balance.

“I see you have had some pre-flight beverages”

“Yes, lucky I have you to look after me until we make it to the hotel”.

Jim and Miss Marshal boarded the plane and found their seats. The company liaison had sat them next to each other and Jim just thought to himself “can this trip get any worse”. As the plane was taking off Miss Marshal grabbed Jim’s hand and squeezed it tight. He realized just how nervous she was. She let go when the captain turned off the seatbelt sign. Jim reached into his travel bag under his seat and grabbed his tablet and headphones. While he was bent over, he couldn’t help but notice Miss Marshal’s legs. She had terrific legs, tone and shapely, and he followed them all the way up until he noticed she had on garters and he could see she wasn’t wearing panties. This awoke his cock and he started to get hard again. He wondered to himself if she did this for him.

Jim setup his tablet in the pouch in the seat in front of him and asked Miss Marshal if she wanted to watch a movie. He had a splitter and an extra pair of earbuds for her to use, hoping this would settle her nerves a little. He brought up the file with all of his movies on it so she could pick. She lifted her head up from staring at his bulge. They were right next to each other on a plane 

Jim setup his tablet in the pouch in the seat in front of him and asked Miss Marshal if she wanted to watch a movie. He had a splitter and an extra pair of earbuds for her to use, hoping this would settle her nerves a little. He brought up the file with all of his movies on it so she could pick. She lifted her head up from staring at his bulge. They were right next to each other on a plane she couldn’t miss it. He had Star Wars Movies, Star Trek Movies, Marvel MCU Movies, The Matrix series, and then she saw it. “Empire Records!” She loved this movie. Her boyfriend had taken her to see this when she was in school. She remembered laughing and crying, but most of all getting fingered by her boyfriend, this was already making her wet and the movie hadn’t started yet. She asked if she could raise the armrest between them to make it more comfortable. Jim said “Okay” thinking this would allow him to get closer to her. Miss Marshal stood for a second to remove her blazer and raise the arm rest then reached over Jim to place her blazer next to his seat. This put her 36 C breast and her hard nipples inches away from Jim’s face. It was all he could do not to put one in his mouth.

The stewardess showed up as Jim started the movie and asked them what they wanted to drink as she handed them a small bag of pretzels. Jim ordered a cranberry Juice and a small bottle of gin to put into it. Miss Marshal thought that sounded good so she said “make that two”. The movie was just getting to the drum solo seen when they finished their first drink, and waved to the stewardess for another. Jim was doing his best to keep his erection at bay but Miss Marshal had begun to snuggle up next to him to see the movie better and her hand was inching up his thigh. By the time Warren appeared in the movie they had finished their second drink and Miss Marshal leaned over to his ear.

“I really need to pee but I don’t know if I can make it to the bathroom by myself, will you help me?”.

“Sure” Jim replied as he began to imagine future scenarios in his head which didn’t help his bulge go away.

Jim stood behind Miss Marshal and grabbed her by the waist holding and guiding her to the back of the plane and the awaiting bathroom.

Leaning in to talk quietly on a loud plane she asked “will you come in and help me?”.

Jim followed her into the small room and closed the door. As soon as he slid the latch closed Miss Marshal planted a long kiss on his lips, driving her tongue into his mouth and moaned. Then she lifted the lid and hiked up her skirt and squatted and started peeing right in front of Jim. As soon as she finished, she let out a sigh and thanked god that she made it in time. Jim now even more turned on just stood there dumbfounded. Miss Marshal’s eye level was right at Jims bulge.

“Doesn’t that hurt after all this time being hard?” she asked.

“Yes. Do you want to kiss it and make it feel better?” Jim took a risk.

“Poor thing needs to breathe” she said as she reached over and undid his pants and dropped them and his briefs to the floor. Her hands went straight to his cock and started to stroke.

“Nice cock, 7 inches?” she asks.

“Give or take” Jim responds.

“Do you want me to give or take?” she responds not yet looking away from his hard cock in her hands.

“Why don’t you give then take” Jim says.

Miss Marshal leaned forward and licked her lips. She kissed the tip, then her tongue slowly came out of her moth and wrapped around the head of his member. She moved her tongue down the shaft to the base then brought it back to the tip. She looked up finally into Jims eyes them smiled just before wrapping her lips around his cock and taking the whole thing into her mouth. Jim was shocked at how great this felt. Her mouth was clamped around his cock all the way to the base. Her tongue was massaging the underside of his shaft. He could feel her desire and see her wanting in her eyes. She began to slowly move out on his shaft and when at the tip she quickly took the whole thing in again. Back out slowly and quickly back in… over, and over, and OVER. He was starting to feel his sperm building up but he didn’t want to finish without feeling it in her pussy. He started to back away, but in an airplane bathroom there isn’t much room

Miss Marshal sensed he wanted something else so she stood up and drove her tongue deep in his mouth again. This time Jim reached down and put one hand under her skirt in the front and one in the back. His fingers worked their way to her sopping wet opening and he slid his fingers along her slit. She was dripping wet. He played with her pussy lips while still kissing her mouth hard as she started to whimper. He felt her firm ass with the other hand and started sliding his finger to her asshole. As soon as one hand touched her asshole the other entered her cunt. She moaned loud into his mouth. Jim began working two fingers in and out of her cunt while teasing her asshole. She began gyrating her hips to the rhythm he was using. She would gyrate forward onto his fingers to make them go deeper them gyrate backwards against his finger at her asshole all while trying to suck his tongue as hard as she did his dick. The faster Jim fingered the faster she would gyrate. Jim knew she was close she just needed that extra push. He stopped kissing her and dropped to his knees never stopping the onslaught with his fingers. He placed his head under her skirt and was immediately over taken by the aroma. This wonderful pungent aroma of pussy. He leaned in and put his mouth over her beautiful clit and started to lick. Up and down then left to right. Then he started to hum. This made Miss Marshal start to get verbal.

“OH YES…. Lick that clit baby…. OF FUCK YES… MMMMHmmm…. OH BABY…I’M GONNA CUMMMMM…. OH YESSSS”

Jim waited for the right moment… “OH GOD…. OH GOD…. OH…GOOOOODDDDD” on the 3rd OH GOD Jim inserted his finger in her tight asshole and she CAME. HARD. Her juices flowing down Jim’s face, down her thigh, and most importantly in Jim’s mouth. He licked up all he could before standing back up. Miss Marshal grabbed at his hard cock while jamming her tongue back deep into his mouth tasting her juices. She breaks just long enough to say

“Fuck me Jim” This was the first time Miss Marshal had called him Jim and it didn’t go unnoticed.

Jim spun her around and bent her over, her head touching the wall above the toilet while her hands used the back of the toilet for balance. Jim grabbed his cock and ran it up and down her pussy. Teasing her with it even though he really needed a release.

“What’s my name?” he asked.

“Jim” she answered

“Whose cock do you want in your cunt?”

“Yours Jim! I want JIM’S MASSIVE HARD COCK IN MY CUNT” she yelled.

Jim satisfied he would not have to hear her call him James again thrust his cock into her cunt, HARD! Then he slowly pulled out, then he thrust back in again HARD! He was using her own technique against her.

“DO YOU LIKE THAT JANET” he yelled. “DO YOU LIKE THAT HARD COCK IN YOU”.

“YES JIM…. I WANT MORE! FUCK ME HARDER!”

Jim pounded harder, slapped her ass HARD!, then reached around and grabbed her breast squeezing them tight.

“OH JIM fill me up with that huge COCK! Please make me cum again. Please make me CUMMMMM AGAIN! MMMMM”. As Jim raised one hand up to her asshole he reached around and started rubbing her clit hard. Pounding her HARD, their bodies slapping together, Jim was waiting again for that perfect moment.

“MMMMM Jim rub my clit faster…. harder…. OH GOD….. I’m gonna CUMMM….. I’m GONNA CUMMMMM…. I’M GONNA…….CUMMMMMMMMMMMM”. On the 3rd time Jim stuck his finger back into her tight asshole.

Janet’s body started to shake, convulse, weaken at the knees…. Her juices started spraying out of her cunt… Jim just kept pumping… Her cunt started grabbing tight then letting go then grabbing tight again… milking his cock. He couldn’t hold out anymore…

“I’M CUMMING JANET……NOW!” and he let go… he could feel the cum leaving his balls travel through his cock and spurt out into Janets hot wet cunt…over and over…until his balls were empty. Janet turned and kissed him gentle this time. Suddenly they hear the captain “. We are beginning our decent into Denver. Please place your seat backs and tray tables in the upright position.

Hotel. XXX

Jim helped Janet as they deplaned, she was still fairly drunk. As they made their way to baggage claim Janet began to realize what had just taken place and she can’t seem to decide if it was a good thing or a bad thing. They had just violated the company policy on fraternization, but it felt oh so good. Her crotch was still tingling from the well needed attention that Jim had just paid to her nether regions.

“Our bags should be at turnstile 3” Janet told Jim as she was still struggling to walk in a straight line, little lone find turnstile 3. Jim knew all of this already but let her take the lead so as not to upset the professional relationship. He couldn’t help but think about the tryst in the bathroom on the plane 25 minutes ago.

“I’ll grab our bags while you get the paperwork for the rental car” Jim replied as he headed over to where the bags were dropping down from the conveyor belt.

“Mine is the blue one over there and the matching one over there” Janet said as she began digging in her bag for the paperwork.

“Got them” Jim said as he tried to drag three suitcases and a garment bag behind him. He wasn’t sure how he was going to get the luggage and Janet to the rental counter until he found a luggage handler who was more than happy to help. He was wondering if Janet could ride on the luggage cart too!

Once at the rental counter Jim presented their paperwork to the agent behind the counter, and after playing 50 questions and presenting three forms of identification, they were on their way in one of the smallest cars Jim had ever driven. The company was always cheap when it came to travel.

It was early in the evening and neither one of them had had anything more than that small bag of pretzels on the plane, so Jim recommended they stop at a restaurant on the way to the Hotel. Janet was just starting to sober up and thought that getting some food in her stomach was a good idea.

“So, what are you in the mood for” Jim asked hoping it would be some place reasonable considering he wasn’t dressed up for anything fancy.

“We do have the company credit card, but I think a burger and fries would just hit the spot” she replied noticing that he was giving her that nothing fancy look.

“Drive thru or dine in”

“How about drive thru and we can eat while we drive to the hotel” She didn’t want to struggle getting out of the small car just to struggle to get back in. They grabbed their food and headed off to the Hotel eating while listening to the voice on Jim’s phone giving directions.

“SHIT! I just dripped grease on my shirt’ Janet yelled as she was trying to blot the stain with a napkin.

“Murphy’s law.” Jim replied.

” What do you mean, Murphy’s Law?”

“Well anytime you dress nice you are destined to get a stain from something. It’s got to be one of Murphy’s laws”. Janet thought hard about that and said “You know that happens almost every time I dress up. I guess I’m just lucky it wasn’t semen”.

“Do you get semen stains often?” Jim quipped back not missing the opportunity.

“NO!” Janet replied quickly, then made an almost sexual sound as she shoved her burger in her mouth. She finished her meal just as they were pulling into the parking lot. They both looked at the hotel with disappointment.

“Another shithole!” they both said together.

“Jinx” Janet said remembering her childhood.

“So, I’m not supposed to talk until someone says my name now?” asked Jim as he then held his lips tight together.

“Those are the rules” She replied sticking her tongue out at him. They started to get out of the car and Janet told him to get the bags while she gets them checked in. As Jim made his way into the lobby, struggling to handle all 4 bags, Janet walked up and handed him his room key.

Jim walked behind Janet admiring the view as they made their way to their rooms. Janet’s ass swayed from side to side as she pulled one of her bags behind her. Her hair was still up in the bun, but a few strands of hair had fallen down. She was obviously sobered up because she was walking straight now.

“I’m in 112 and you are in 114. They are adjoining rooms so, if we need to work together, we will be able to. I’ll take my bags from here. I just have to get these clothes off and relax” Janet instructed as she put her key in the door and drug her bags inside.

Jim got his bags in the room and had a look around. “Yup still a shit hole” he thought as he realized this was going to be home for a week. He started to unpack his things and get his clothes ready for tomorrow. He then noticed the noise coming from Janet’s room. Janet had turned on her TV, but it didn’t seem too loud, however he could hear it perfectly clear. The walls were thin! He was going to have to be careful what he says while Janet was in her room. He always liked to listen to the conversations of others while he was in hotel rooms, especially when they were having sex. People seem to get louder and dirtier when they were having sex in a hotel room, as if they knew they were being listened to.

Jim brushed his teeth and got ready for bed, then climbed in with a book and started to unwind. It had been a long eventful day and he was wondering what tomorrow would bring. He started to think about Janet and the flight. Her ass as he followed her to the bathroom. Her tits when she put them in his face. Her pussy, what he could see, and the smell from under her skirt…. He grabbed his now growing cock. He started to stroke up and down remembering her mouth on his cock. Up slow then down hard and fast, up slow and down hard and fast… “MMMMmmmm” he groaned then… he remembered the walls were thin. He listened to see if she had possibly heard him. Her TV was off. and he could see the lights were out under the adjoining room doors. Maybe she was asleep. He continued to stroke his cock.

“MMMMMmmm” he heard coming from Janet’s room.

“Oh yes Jim… bury that cock in my pussy”.

“Your cock is soooo biggggg”.

“You feel so good…. MMMMMmmmm”. Then he heard a humming noise start up. Janet was masturbating to him. It only helped to turn him on more as he increased the pressure and speed of his strokes. The humming would get louder then more muffled, and he started to stroke at the same pace she was keeping.

“Ummmm Jim grab my ass…. play with my asshole… Oh that gets me soooo wet” she was getting louder as her rhythm was getting faster. Then…

“SHIT! FUCK! DAMN IT!” He could hear her get up out of bed and rummage through her bags. He slowed down on stroking his cock just enough to keep it hard waiting for her to start again.

“Damn it I knew I forgot something”. He continued to listen as she walked over to the adjoining door. He heard her unlock her side then… knock, knock, knock.

“I’m allowed to talk now, I heard you say my name” Jim said as he opened the door. Janet laughed for a second, then started to blush as she realized what he had just said.

“Shit! You can hear me?” she questioned realizing everything she had said.

“I think the whole hotel could hear you. The walls are very thin”.

“You wouldn’t happen to have spare batteries, would you? Double A?”

“Sorry, I didn’t bring any. Most of my electronics are rechargeable or they plug in”.

“Oh, sorry for waking you”.

“Yeah, waking me” he said using air quotes. Just then Janet glanced down at Jim’s bulge.

“Um…. Can I ask you for a favor?”.

“Depends on the favor”.

“Can I borrow your dick for a few minutes?” Janet asked with a little chuckle.

“Only if you give it back when you’re done” he responded with a large grin on his face.

“No promises!” she said as she grabbed his hand and

with a little chuckle.

“Only if you give it back when you’re done” he responded with a large grin on his face.

“No promises!” she said as she grabbed his hand and pulled him into her room. She led him to her bed, then wrapped her arms around him and kissed him feverishly while dragging him down onto her bed. The room was mostly dark but there was a light streaming in through the crack in curtains. Jim wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to finally see Janet naked. He got up and walked to the hall by the bathroom and turned on the light. On his way back he looked over at Janet who was quickly removing her top. Jim paused there looking at her beautiful tits. He thought back to when she had pushed them in his face on the airplane and it took all of his will power to not stick his mouth on them. She was a firm C cup. They were outlined by a tan so Jim could see she had worn a bikini recently. Her nipples were erect, a dark pink color with silver dollar sized areolas. Her tummy was not fat but not a washboard either. She had a couple of small rolls but mostly because of the way she was lying in bed. Her hair was now out of that bun she had been wearing all day and laid to the side of her on the pillow. She was staring at him with those soft hazel eyes waiting for him to get naked.

“Are you going to join me?” she asked to speed him up.

“I was just trying to take you all in” he replied as he knew he was filing this sight away in his spank bank for later. Jim began to pull his T shirt up over his head.

“Da dun dun dun, da dun da dun, dun dun dun, Da dun dun dun. DA DUN, DA DUN” Janet teased as if it was a strip show. This made Jim begin to dance around as he started to slowly lower his bottoms. He turned his ass to face her as they hit his ankles. He stepped out of them then walked over in front of her an began to move his hips in an oval. He tucked his fingers in the waist band of his briefs and dropped them until they fell to the floor. Janet was trying hard not to laugh because Jim was no dancer. His cock on the other hand was semi-erect and was bouncing up and down as he moved his hips. She reached out her hand to grab it, but he kept bouncing it to make it difficult for her.

Janet finally got a hold of that cock and she guided it to her mouth immediately. Jim let out a moan. He couldn’t help it. Her lips were soft around the tip of his cock, and he became harder and harder, as she began to move her mouth forward onto his shaft, without using her hands. He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she worked his cock with the same rhythm as before. She would pull back slowly then, wham! She would take him all the way inside her mouth fast. Slowly out then, wham! again. Her lips were firm both ways and her cheeks were pulled in as she was drawing a vacuum on his hard cock. When she was certain he was fully erect and ready she took him out of her with a POP!

“MMMMmmm” she said as she licked her lips.

“Lay back” Jim said as he leaned down to remove her bottoms. He slipped his fingers into her waistband at her hips, and began to slide them down, as she raised her crotch up close to his face. Jim once again could smell that wonderful aroma of her juices as her pussy slowly came into view. Her bush appeared, well-trimmed in a triangle pointing down to her clit. He thought “is this supposed to be a hint”. Her clit was at full attention a top of her glistening lips. She had been using a vibrator just ten minutes ago, so this was no surprise. He lowered them down over her thighs which were firm but a little thick. Then he got them down to her feet, pulling them out one at a time. He took a few seconds to firmly rub her toes and instep, before rubbing along her heals. “MMMMMmmmmm that feels so good after those damn shoes I had on all day” she said as she moved her other foot over for the same treatment. Jim massaged the other foot, paying extra attention to her heal, until he felt her other foot sliding up and down his hard cock. This reminded him he had more important things to do at the moment. Jim lowered his mouth down to her waiting cunt and licked from her taint to her clit. Pausing at her opening to quickly dart his tongue inside her.

“Oh damn! That’s what I need” Janet whispered. “MMmm more PLEASE!” Jim once again licked from her taint up to her clit pausing to plunge his tongue inside her fiery wet cunt. He stopped at her clit and began to tease it with his tongue. He would circle it then just go hard over the top. Circle it again then go hard over it. He pinched it with his lips and pulled on it, then once again lick hard over the top. Janet started to get verbal “Yes, Oh Yes…. Lick that pussy. Oh Yeah! suck on that clit” Jim began to grab her ass, hard as he drove his tongue down as deep as it would go into her wet hole.

“Oh, damn Jim… keep that up and I’m gonna cummmm… MMmmmm” she said louder forgetting that the walls were thin. Jim continued jamming his tongue in and out of her hot hole as her juices began to flow out all over his chin. His fingers pulled her ass cheeks apart and probed around for her asshole. Janet began to pant harder as her hips began to move up and down trying to keep his tongue inside of her. Jim moved one hand to her clit and began to circle her asshole with the other. This made her panting louder. He knew she was close.

“I’m so close Jim… I’m so fucking close…. OH, DAMN JIM!!!…. I’m….I’mmm…. I’MMMMMM CUMMING!!!!!!” Jim pushed his finger in her asshole, as her juices flowed out heavy onto his tongue and into his mouth, and all over his face… Her hips were bucking up and down then they started to shudder… “AAAARRRRGGGGGGG…MMMMMmmmmm….Ummmmm…. DAMN!” Janet screamed as she started to pull Jim’s face tighter against her spasming cunt. Trying to pull his tongue even deeper inside her. Jim just wiggled his tongue waiting for her to release her death grip on his head. She started to let go, then just began to giggle uncontrollably.

“You are better than my vibrator has ever been. I should call you my Energizer Bunny!”

“And what should I call you?” he asked back. Janet thought for a second then quipped “Definitely not Miss Marshal”. Jim raised himself up from between her legs and moved up next to her. He leaned in for a kiss. Janet put her hands on both sides of his face and guided him down to her lips as she sank lower onto the bed. She drove her tongue into his mouth and tasted her juices on his tongue. She let go of his face and grabbed his hand guiding it to her breast. Jim massaged the bottom and worked his way up to her nipple. Pinching lightly then rubbing around it. Janet moaned in his mouth but continued kissing him. Jim lowered his hand to her tummy and rubbed as if massaging her then lowered his hand to her mound to rub her clit to make sure she wasn’t sensitive anymore. She moaned as his hand grazed over her clit, but she didn’t flinch, so Jim knew she was ready.

Jim grabbed Janet by the shoulder and pulled her over on top oh, him. He wanted to watch her grind on his cock. His 7 inches was pressing up onto her stomach just begging for attention. Janet reached down and stroked him between their bodies then, in one fluid motion she got up on one knee and guided him into her waiting cunt. She lowered herself down on top of him and started to smile.

“What’s that smile for?” Jim asked

“What smile? Am I smiling?” She said knowing that it was because she had 6 more nights of this, and she was going to milk it and his cock for all it is worth. She began to rock back and forth on his cock to get her insides use to her foreign intruder. He was bigger than her vibrator and felt so much better. His cock was rubbing against her cervix, and she could feel the fullness as she rocked back. As she rocked forward, he would slightly pull out, just to return again deep inside her on the forward motion. This was the grinding that Jim was hoping for. Janet began to pick up the pace and the distance her ass would come up on the forward motion, slamming down harder on the back stroke. Soon she was keeping just the head in and then putting her whole weight down. Jim watched as she closed her eyes and just went to it. Her tits began to bounce up and down with the rhythm. This was such a turn on, that it went straight to his dick. He wanted to feel her tits but the sight of those large areolas and hard nipples moving up and down were too beautiful to disturb. Janet’s pussy began to get really wet. They could both hear Jim’s cock going in and out of Janet’s wet hole. Their skin slapping against each other.

“MMMmMmmm.. ohhhhh” Janet began to moan.

“Oh yeah Janet fuck that cock”Jim said in a low voice.

“Oh, fuck yeah… I love this cock. It’s so hard!”.

“Take it all baby! Feel it fill up that wet cunt of yours.

MMMmMmmm.. ohhhhh” Janet began to moan.

“Oh yeah Janet fuck that cock”Jim said in a low voice.

“Oh, fuck yeah… I love this cock. It’s so hard!”.

“Take it all baby! Feel it fill up that wet cunt of yours”.

“Oh, yes, it is filling me up soooo much”.

“Harder baby! Make that pussy purrrr”.

“Oh, its purring for you. It’s so wet. It loves that long hard cock!”

“Cum on my cock baby. Let me feel you cum on my cock”

“Oh, I’m gonna cum on this cock… I’m gonna squirt my juices all over this cock”

“GRAB MY ASS! Let me feel your finger in my ASS!” Janet ordered.

Jim reached around trying to match her pace as she was really pounding down on his cock hard and fast now. He grabbed a hold of her fleshy ass and started to rub his finger on her asshole.

“That’s it, Jim….Yes…. Finger my ASS!” with that Jim drove one finger deep into her ass.

“Oh yes! MMMMmmmm. More Jim…. MORE!” Jim pressed two fingers in her ass and began to move them in and out,

“YES! Finger fuck my ASS JIM! Fuck my ASS, Fuck my CUNT! OH IF YOU COULD JUST FUCK MY MOUTH TOO!”Jim took his spare hand and stuck two fingers by her mouth.

“MMMmmmmmm THANK YOU!” she said as she started to suck on his fingers. Bobbing her head up and down on them as if she was sucking on his cock. This was all Jim could take. His balls began to tighten. He was seconds away from….

“I’M GONNA CUMMM JANET!” Jim shouted so she could hear him over her moans.

“ME TOO JIM!” She replied

”GIVE IT TO ME JIM! FILL ME UP! CUMMMMM IN MY HOT WET CUNT!”

“I…. I’MMMMM CUMMMMMMMING JIM! GIVE IT TO ME NOW!” Jim could feel her juices flood over his cock. Her pussy grabbed hard on his cock pulsing in waves. His cock let go rope after rope of cum spurting inside of her spasming cunt. He could feel his balls draining with each spurt.

“Oh, Jim that’s it. Give it all to me. Yes!” she said softly as she slowed down her rocking till she stopped and fell forward onto Jim’s chest. Kissing him hard on his lips. Jim slowly pulled his fingers out of her ass, then gave her ass cheek a squeeze. He drove his tongue in her mouth and swirled it around with hers, listening to her breathing as it began to slow down. He stopped and pulled away.

“My god that was amazing “Janet said as she rubbed her hand up and down his hairless chest.

“For me too!”

“I can’t believe I cam twice tonight. If my vibrator was working I would have stopped after one”.

“If your vibrator was working I would have came 3 times listening to you”.

“Oh my god. I wonder if anybody heard us?” Just then they heard that familiar squeaking of box springs coming from the room upstairs. They could hear a woman’s voice tell her lover “You better make me cum like she did”. They both laughed and laid down snuggling up next to each other.

“You want to sleep in my bed tonight? It’s a lot dryer” Jim asked.

“Good idea” Janet replied getting up to head into Jim’s room. Jim followed her just starring at that wiggling ass, wondering as she walked, if he would get to tap that.

MMMmMmmm.. ohhhhh” Janet began to moan.

“Oh yeah Janet fuck that cock”Jim said in a low voice.

“Oh, fuck yeah… I love this cock. It’s so hard!”.

“Take it all baby! Feel it fill up that wet cunt of yours”.

“Oh, yes, it is filling me up soooo much”.

“Harder baby! Make that pussy purrrr”.

“Oh, its purring for you. It’s so wet. It loves that long hard cock!”

“Cum on my cock baby. Let me feel you cum on my cock”

“Oh, I’m gonna cum on this cock… I’m gonna squirt my juices all over this cock”

“GRAB MY ASS! Let me feel your finger in my ASS!” Janet ordered.

Jim reached around trying to match her pace as she was really pounding down on his cock hard and fast now. He grabbed a hold of her fleshy ass and started to rub his finger on her asshole.

“That’s it, Jim….Yes…. Finger my ASS!” with that Jim drove one finger deep into her ass.

“Oh yes! MMMMmmmm. More Jim…. MORE!” Jim pressed two fingers in her ass and began to move them in and out,

“YES! Finger fuck my ASS JIM! Fuck my ASS, Fuck my CUNT! OH IF YOU COULD JUST FUCK MY MOUTH TOO!”Jim took his spare hand and stuck two fingers by her mouth.

“MMMmmmmmm THANK YOU!” she said as she started to suck on his fingers. Bobbing her head up and down on them as if she was sucking on his cock. This was all Jim could take. His balls began to tighten. He was seconds away from….

“I’M GONNA CUMMM JANET!” Jim shouted so she could hear him over her moans.

“ME TOO JIM!” She replied

”GIVE IT TO ME JIM! FILL ME UP! CUMMMMM IN MY HOT WET CUNT!”

“I…. I’MMMMM CUMMMMMMMING JIM! GIVE IT TO ME NOW!” Jim could feel her juices flood over his cock. Her pussy grabbed hard on his cock pulsing in waves. His cock let go rope after rope of cum spurting inside of her spasming cunt. He could feel his balls draining with each spurt.

“Oh, Jim that’s it. Give it all to me. Yes!” she said softly as she slowed down her rocking till she stopped and fell forward onto Jim’s chest. Kissing him hard on his lips. Jim slowly pulled his fingers out of her ass, then gave her ass cheek a squeeze. He drove his tongue in her mouth and swirled it around with hers, listening to her breathing as it began to slow down. He stopped and pulled away.

“My god that was amazing “Janet said as she rubbed her hand up and down his hairless chest.

“For me too!”

“I can’t believe I cam twice tonight. If my vibrator was working I would have stopped after one”.

“If your vibrator was working I would have came 3 times listening to you”.

“Oh my god. I wonder if anybody heard us?” Just then they heard that familiar squeaking of box springs coming from the room upstairs. They could hear a woman’s voice tell her lover “You better make me cum like she did”. They both laughed and laid down snuggling up next to each other.

“You want to sleep in my bed tonight? It’s a lot dryer” Jim asked.

“Good idea” Janet replied getting up to head into Jim’s room. Jim followed her just starring at that wiggling ass, wondering as she walked, if he would get to tap that.

CELLAR DOOR

Aunt Jean was choking. Hurrying across the table to Aunt Jean’s side.  Aunt Jean was choking on something. As I reached Aunt Jean’s side of the table.  That Young princess was at my side.  Yelling for me to do something, but I could not get past her beautiful short blond hair and green eyes.  Snapping her fingers in my face I need an Ipy pen,

You need to focus and look in her purse for an Epipen. I Looked in Aunt Jean’s purse asking if this is it. She grabbed it practically out of my hand.   Looking at me her emerald green eyes took my breath away and then looking at Aunt Jean She jabbed it into her upper thigh, Aunt Jean took a few deep gasps of air. She fine.   As she got to her feet  two paramedics arrived at the table

Turning my way as she talked to me. Smiling she came over introducing herself as Rose saying she was an intern at Cabble – Huntington Hospital. Your Aunt will be fine. She certainly had an allergic reaction to seafood. She had pieces of some shrimp tails under her denture.  Patting me on the shoulder, telling me again you Aunt Jean will be fine, to go home and get some rest.  Saying with a bit of flirtiness. Go get some rest,” Doctors Orders” pointing at me with a smile on her face.

Looking at his reflection in the kitchen window. Finishing the last gulp of the water. He thought of the blonde that saved his Aunt’s Life. Turning off the kitchen light saying that” ELVIS HAS LEFT THE BUILDING.” Something he had done since he was a kid.

Walking out to the mid-morning sun.  It has been years since he had been in Huntington.     Looking as he crossed the street noticing A flower shop. The shop window said Garrisons Designs Florist and Interiors.  Looking like he was totally out of place. May I help you with something Sir,  oh yeah I need to get something or flowers, I have family over at Cabell-Huntington.  

Adult or child? Boy or Girl? Age. That would help near it down a bit. I believe Jean is about in her late seventies before he realized he had said his Auntie enjoyed Daisies, Chocolate, and Teas.

walking off of the elevator I followed the arrow to the right, figuring out Jean’s room would be just ahead. Hearing the talkative chatter of the nursing station. Excuse me, but I’m looking for room 304 West my aunt Jean Stapleton is a patient here. From around a computer screen. Hey there with a sexy and flirtatious smile.  There she was the cute blonde smile that he could not get out of his head last night.

Most of the small talk gossiping about each other’s life’s interests he had heard only seconds ago, was eerily quiet now.  For several of the nurses, steering was a little unnerving.  Looking at the basket saying how she loved teas and daisies. 

Yeah, Aunt Jean does too. Well if you couldn’t get flowers your could at least ask me out for coffee or something. What was that I couldn’t understand?  Clearing her throat. MMMMM I was just saying if you like coffee, The CELLAR DOOR has some of the coffee in the middle of Appalachia.  They also have some of the best drinks in or around Huntington.

  Sounds nice, I’ll show you to your aunt’s room. The good doctor Rose made sure that she put enough swagger in her steep. Looking over her shoulder to make sure he knew she was watching him. Turning into her patient’s room. Hello, Mrs. Stapleton, look who I found wandering the halls. With a little bit of a hum. Looking a the basket, I love daisies too. may I have to, please?   Of course, you can dear after all you did save my life. Putting one behind her left ear, draped a blond hair around the daisy’s green stem. As retrieving the second one in the front pocket of the white doctor’s coat. Mrs. Stapleton, I need to have a word or two with you later this afternoon.   I and Doctor Mitchell Pearson will be in to talk with you.  I saw a few abnormalities in your blood work, again thanks for the daisies. Looked up into Julius’ eyes. She could have gotten lost in the deep blue.  Thank you, Dr.Rose. with a beautiful swift smile.  It’s Dr.Madison Rose Brooklyn Decker, but everyone here calls me Dr.Rose. But you both can call me Rose.  As Dr.Rose left the room, Aunt Jean spoke up saying that he needs to find him a girl like that.  Most of the family or what’s left of the family think there is something wrong with you, or you are “still in the closet” as they say.  No Jean it is coming out of the closet. They come out of the closet, and gay people, come out of the closet. I’m not gay, I just do not like people, especially the female type of people from what happened during my senior year of high school. Or just people in general people are rude, nasty, and, inconsiderate even most of the people that I like, “I don’t”. People are out to get you.

  Don’t start with me Aunt Jean, you know I haven’t been comfortable with girls since my Junior year of high school.

  But there is just something about this one, just seeing her, she took my breath away.  Smiling Aunt Jean spoke up saying that it’s called love, she’s beautiful and she is a doctor. Stop Aunt Jean, just stop it.

By the way, as I recall as I  asked about having seafood or something like you always said that seafood was the nastiest thing you could ever put in your mouth. 

Your we’re young and I didn’t what to see you get sick more people get sick from seafood.

So you didn’t like it or were allergic to it.  When did you figure that out?  You know it was in the late eighties. Your mother and father had just dropped you off at the house to stay for the weekend. To my recollection, your stepmom didn’t want anything to do with us or the family business. To her, she thought we were a bunch of West Virginia hicks so she talked your dad into going to California to become famous.  More to the point Yes, I am highly allergic to seafood. Last December all of those tests I said I was ordered to get by the Doctor.   Well, New Year’s Eve morning. He called I have rear cancer.  Doc said I have less than two years, five if I’m lucky.

So when my father Julius passed away , clearing her throat, back in twenty-twenty.  From an act of revenge, but Alexia Donne from the sheriff’s office agreed to call it an act of terrorism.  But the Dawson’s and Rodgers from Kentucky and great-great-grandfather had it over alcohol and let’s just say that’s what lead to the Family running a book store.  See back then a lot of us from the Appalachian Mountains were mostly uneducated hicks.  Then a so-called educator made your family look bad to the community of ridge  runners, and teachers That’s how it all started.   Sort of a strange hick or Application Mafia.  We’ve been fighting each another, just like the Hatfield and the McCoys. As of the first of January I am handing over the rains of the family and bookstore to you.   I was going to wait, but it is what it is. My time is coming, and hopefully, the good lord above will see past my our family’s misdeeds and let this old bat through the pearly gates.

But enough of the family and our family’s business.

Standing to adjust herself in her Lulus Búrke Black and White stripe. Saying Thank you, kind sir. Just relax I know some of the people here.  Hey, Maria Hey doc would you like your usual seat.   No thank you, Maria But Id like the place upstairs overlooking the RiverFront, smiling you got it doc. Follow me.

The sun was almost ready to set over the Ohio River. Maria lit the two candles on the table. Would you like drinks and a menu, no, just your coffee and drink menu?  Very well Doctor Rose. Does Edmund and Ms. Chris know you are here? No, they do not.  It’s okay looking like you’re getting busy.   Placed a few dark chocolate orange raspberry biscotti on the table. Maria asked if she could take their drink orders or would like her to choose. Smiling Rose smiled that she could use a surprise or two. With a wink make my friend here a surprise also, Thank you, Maria. If Edmund isn’t too busy you could let him know I am up here, if you’d like.  

Placing a few dark chocolate orange raspberry biscotti on the table. Maria asked if she could take their drink orders or would like her to choose. Smiling Rose smiled that she could use a surprise or two. With a wink make my friend here a surprise also, Thank you, Maria. If Edmund isn’t too busy you could let him know I am up here, if you’d like.  So tell me what do you do for a living, before Julius could answer. Rose said how good the biscotti was handed one. Her eyes expression showed how happy the taste made her. I see you are taking a liking to our latest take on biscotti my dear Rosalina.

Hurrying to her feet, nearly fell over her two-inch hills. Uncle Eddie how have you been, how is Auntie Christina?  Fine, fine we are both fine. Looking saying toward the window, saying her Auntie Christina and I come from the hills of Western France. And the only time she comes by is to eat. With a sarcastic, So are you still over at the hospital? Yes, Uncle, I’m still working as a doctor over at Cabell- Huntington, I am currently working on my Ph.D. in Pediatrics. Christina and I are so proud of you, with a smile a doctor in our own family. But ones back home in France would be wondering why you are running the winery from America.

Maria put two cups of Anatolia Café on the table. This is one of our best coffees with a little kick. Maria added with a smile. So raising her glass smiling with a come healthier smile. Cheers, tipping her glass. Reaching out her right hand across the table hoping to meet his.  So Mr. Stapleton tell me about yourself?  Well, I grew up in White-Sulfur Springs. Went to GreenRiver Academy. But after grandma and grandpa’s accident. Aunt Jean kept bookstore Around the Corner Cafe up and running. At the time being, but with technology and no one reading it’s getting harder to help keep it open.  If you do read it is a book so I came up here to Huntington to discuss what our next move is. With Jean almost dying.  I’m not really sure, what’s next.  Hardly anyone sits down  and has a cup of coffee anymore and everything is electric anymore. No one can sit down and read a

  So Doctor Sunshine what’s your story?  Well, I’m a military brat. and was born in France on

Bordeaux-Mérignac Air Base to be exact.  So good old dad had to join the U.S. AirForce like good old pappa. So I’ve lived at Kadena Air Force Base in Okinawa, Japan. Finally here in the good old USA.  Went back to France and went to 2000. Auguste Escoffier Culinary Arts. In the early nineties, I love to cook but to be a kitchen lap dog a snotty big-nosed French chef I decided to be a doctor. I met James in France, got married had a set of twins that six months after James passed away in Afghanistan I couldn’t look at France one more day, so poppa. Gave me the money and said to go find you’re heaven in America.  So I ended up here in ALMOST HEAVEN updated my credentials to American and bang I’m here in good ole Huntington.

And I haven’t been happier.  Trying to stand and sit again.   How much have I drunk. Well, six to be exact. You see when I talk about James and the girls I start drinking and can’t stop drinking.  James was in some kind of support role in Afghanistan, on May second he was killed in a training exercise at least that’s the line the Navy/Marines said.    In December of that year, the twins died in their sleep of Sudden Infant Syndrome.

I think we should call it a night and I should go home before I want to start drinking again. Oh and the girls that’s why I am going into pediatrics. If I save just one month not losing a child.

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Looking around after putting Rose to bed.  I got some water there was a table with a wedding picture of a fine-looking Marine in dress blues. and a beautiful bride. Behind it there, was a shadow box that contained nineteen medals and a US flag. To each side was a small wooden Rayuwa small ashes urns one saying Emma Nicole and the other, Olivia Nicole.

With a scream jolting Julius to his feet. Who the hell do you think you are and how did you get into my home. Relix you passed out in my car. You said you lived in the Frederick building. Looked at your license said apartment 454. and here we are the keys were in your purse.

Relax I kept my eyes closed when I put you to bed and your hot tea is on the warming pad. With a not-so-sure uneasy smile on her face. 

Gee, I’m sorry for being mean,  but nowadays you don’t know who to trust and let into your life. Sipping on her chamomile tea. But I am sure I can trust you with my life and heart. As she opens her robe as falls into the kitchen floor. Pulling each other as they could feeling each curve of their bodies Their first kiss turned into hot wild passion. There is a beep, beep, beep.  It’s not mine. Relax it’s mine.  Go get undressed ill be in there in just a minute. Kissing his neck and touching him she smiled.

Answering her cell.  Yes, this is Dr. Rose Decker, ok. I’ll be there asap.  Yes, I think I have his number.  I’ll reach out to him. Rushing to the bedroom get your pants back on. Your Aunt,   She’s taken a turn for the worse.

Rushing to the room that Jean Stapleton was in. Stands Dr. Pearson along with two of the floor nurses standing just outside Jean’s room. With a gasp Dear Lord, this isn’t good.

I’m sorry, Dr.Rose but your patient took a turn for worse, her heart stopped three times, during the evening and at eleven, she requested to sign a DNR. Ten minutes later she was gone. I’m sorry Dr. I’ll leave you three alone with your patent All stepped away from the hospital room door.

I can’t believe she’s been gone for eight months.