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Gabriel:

I awoke to sunlight dancing on the sleeping form of an angel sitting in the chair by my bed. Her long unbound hair shone like a heavenly halo as it caressed her neck and shoulders. Peaceful and innocent in her slumber, Amy’s deep, contented breathing was a comfort to me, knowing that she was safe. My angel, my salivation; how I loved my beautiful brown eyed girl… how healing her presence was to me. My heart swelled with pride as I remembered her bravery from the night before; at how she remained calm throughout the entire ordeal. I assumed that it was the night before, until I spotted the digital clock on the wall; had I been out for almost two days?

I felt fine otherwise. I wasn’t dizzy and my breathing was much better. Looking at the IV-tubes in my left arm, I noticed that the bags were recently changed. I got out of bed pulling the wheeled IV-pole and stood by the window. It was a very close call and I was lucky to be alive. I felt small, dainty hands reach around from behind and hug me. I felt her head on my shoulder. Amy’s soft, thick hair was tickling my neck and cheek….all was well….I was complete. I took those beautiful hands in mine, as I did that day on the stairwell. I should have kissed her then. I squeezed them gently as I turned to face my Christmas Angel.

Amy:

I never expected Gabriel to be on his feet so soon, but there he was, standing by the window.

I thought that I going to lose my sweetheart forever when he passed out on the kitchen floor. Thank goodness that the storm let up when it did, and they opened the road for emergency services, otherwise Gabriel wouldn’t have made it.

Sarah O’Connell, the Emergency Medical Technician, told me that he was lucky to be alive. God bless her, she cleared it for me to ride in the Mercy Flight Helicopter that was on scene to take Gabriel to the Trauma Center.

Emma was talking to the Sheriff Investigator while they were stabilizing my unconscious love. He patiently waited to talk to me after Gabriel was out of surgery and resting comfortably. He said we all would be interviewed by the FBI, and possibly Interpol in regard to Miguel. Rodney was taken to secure police lockup in a different hospital. They found Spike several hours later. Somehow, he managed to electrocute himself in his blind panic to get away. May God have mercy on his wretched soul.

Only God and I knew where to look for the Jeep’s distributor wire. It was in my old tractor tire swing still tied to the branch of the tree that my brave love climbed that night. (My first Gabriel and I spent hours in it together when I was a child) One of the Sheriff Deputies put it back for Emma, so that she could meet me at the hospital. I never knew that she could drive a stick.

Gabriel:

I turned to her. Amy was crying softly, “Let me kiss those tears away, brown eyes.”

I gently took her face in my hands. I kissed each and every tear ending up at her mouth. Amy returned my kisses, putting her arms around my neck, while I put my arms around her as best I could. I kissed her mouth, remembering the first time that I did. Our lips met, our souls touched, fusing our atoms as one. No woman until Amy has ever made me feel this way. Amy is my life.

“I thought I had lost you, Tarzan,” she said, smiling and teasingly mussing my hair, “I love you so much. That was the second time that you were there for me. You have always been there for me. We have to call Mary and Zeta to let them know that you are awake.”

“No more tears now, it is so much better when you smile. You have a beautiful smile my love. The phone calls can wait for the moment. I’m very proud of you Amy Susan Jones. Wow, what a kick! You sent Rodney’s you-know-what’s right up into his mouth; I bet he can still taste them. A man couldn’t ask for a braver, smarter, or more beautiful fiancé, my soon to be wife….

Amy:

His fiancé….his soon to be wife, I thought this day would never come, while knowing that it always would. Of course it would, that was confirmed the night of our first date, underneath….it doesn’t matter, he loves me. Since he calls me brown eyes, I will call my sweetheart, Tarzan…yes, Tarzan. We will have a church wedding, and then a honeymoon, followed by children, lots of children…my head is just spinning. I kissed his mouth again, and again, and again…I had to tell him.

“Gabriel, yes, yes and yes; I love you so, but there is something I have to tell you.”

“Does it have to do with Rodney?”

“Yes, how did you know?”

“An envelope containing copies of once sealed documents were left in my mailbox without a return address or postmark. The contents don’t matter to me and shouldn’t matter to you. Emma is your Mother. The best news is that February 3rd. is not your birthday. You were born on Christmas day, which makes you my Christmas Angel.”

I never knew when my birthday was. February 3rd. was an arbitrary date, a mistake in the paperwork from my foster care days. This is so wonderful knowing that our birthdays are only two days apart.

I knew it wouldn’t matter to him, I just knew it; no matter what it the documents said. I told Emma as much and she agreed; she is 100% in his corner now. She confessed something that surprised me as she shared my vigil at his bedside, as she squeezed Gabriel’s hand in silent apology while he was still unconscious, “ Your Gabriel is so much like my Jack. There are men, and then there are men; Jack and Gabriel are the later.”

When I first moved in with him, Emma felt that Gabriel was taking advantage of me saying, ”Why buy the cow when the milk is free,” Then, she refused to talk about it further; she is so stubborn.

He was running his fingers through my hair as he was talking; he loves to do that, play with my hair. I could feel his erection through his hospital gown. I don’t know how he does it though, sleeping next to me night after night. I want him to make love to me right now in the hospital bed. I don’t want to wait any longer; just being near my sweetheart makes me so horny.

But it is easier for a woman, than it is for a man. Nobody can possibly enjoy taking that many cold showers. I know that he wants my first time to be in our wedding bed, and Gabriel can be so stubborn. He and Emma are sure to clash when they first meet, and besides that, I hate to see all of those good erections going to waste.

I’m so naughty, I have been peeking on his laptop and I know what he likes……

Gabriel:

“During our planned dinner on Sunday, I was going to ask Emma for permission to marry you,” I continued playing with her almost waist length hair, “I know how much you want to be married in your church. Ben can be the ring bearer and Cindy could be the flower girl.”

Amy:

“That would be so sweet, and perhaps Mary could bring her quartet and play for us. But that can wait until you are well. I’m going to be your personal nurse until then. Would you like me to help you clean up a bit? I will give you a sponge bath, and after you can put on a fresh hospital gown.”

I helped him undress, and gave him a thorough sponge bath. True to form, Gabriel had a massive hard-on. I was so naughty…I wanted to suck on it just like the slave girls in the saved stories in his document files. It will be so wonderful to submit to my soon to be husband, and then so much fun to pretend while acting out different scenarios, such as little slave girl…

Gabriel:

I was quietly standing with my eyes closed enjoying the sponge bath. At least my injuries didn’t affect my libido because I had a massive hard-on. Showers and tub baths are out; just sponge baths for now. I was wondering if Amy was going to wash my cock for me with her little hands. She had to rinse out the washcloth several times to remove the dried blood, and was very careful and methodical not to get my bandages wet. I closed my eyes, daydreaming about her kneeling at my feet, and sucking on my cock, while I played with her hair. I opened my eyes to feel her soaping my manhood, and stroking the entire shaft, as if she was giving me a hand job. Amy couldn’t possibly be doing that intentionally…..could she? As she was rinsing my erect member, the look on her face was quite naughty. She got down on her knees and licked and kissed my cock, making me shudder, while looking up at me with those soft brown eyes, smiling.

“Is something wrong, Sir? I thought that you liked submissive women? Wouldn’t you like your own little slave girl to care for you while you recuperate?”

“But brown eyes, you are going to be my wife? You are so precious, and special to me. I would never disrespect you like that, especially after how well you kept your head with Rodney.

“Do you love me Gabriel?”

“You are my life now, Christmas Angel. I love you more than words can describe.”

“I’ve got a better idea. I’m going to be a naughty nurse. Be a good boy, Tarzan, and do what you are told, it’s time to take your temperature.”

Amy:

There is a first time for everything. I took his temperature with my mouth and tongue. I started by licking and kissing the shaft of his cock from the base to the tip looking up at him, looking up into the eyes of the man whose cock I was sucking, the man that I loved more than anything in the world. His surprised look turned to one of sheer pleasure as he gathered my hair into a ponytail and pulled my head back.

“Have you been peeking on my laptop?”

“Yes and your temperature is a delicious ninety-six point eight.” Injured though he was, my Gabriel radiated masculine vitality.

“How did you figure out my password? I never wrote it down.”

“I guessed it; Proverbs 31:25 31:26, it just seemed to fit.”

“I see, and now you want to pretend to be a sexy nurse?”

I started licking the tip in a circular motion with my tongue, “Does it feel like I am pretending?”

“No, it feels incredible, please continue to pretend, brown eyes.”

Good, it is settled then, I’m in charge now, and you can be the next time.”

Gabriel:

I had almost died and gone to heaven, (most likely I would be detoured for a lengthily stay in purgatory), to find myself back in earthly bliss with an angel, and the woman that I truly loved. Amy was going to indulge my fantasies, oral ones in any event, and she would remain a virgin for now. Wholesome or not, her imagination rivaled mine and I was truly blessed. She started by licking the shaft of my cock from the base to the tip.

Amy:

My goodness, his throbbing cock tasted delicious. I could hardly wait to taste his creamy come for dessert. I licked and kissed his balls making him gasp; he was putty in my hands. I then sucked on his balls, and I playfully nibbled them. I felt him shudder with delight; what power a woman has over a man if she cares to use it. I loved him and it was the power for good to please him, my fiancé and soon to be husband. I would please my man, as God always intended. I started sucking on his cock, alternating between sucking and licking. I got my first taste of the clear pre-come. It tasted like the whip cream on top of a hot fudge sundae with a cherry on top, the whip cream, light and airy, being the teaser to what would come next. What a scrumptious thought, and I was so horny I could hardly stand it. I wasn’t doing badly for my first time, and now I was hooked; I would play him like a grand piano, and our love making on our wedding night would put the Classics to shame.

Gabriel pulled back my hair into a ponytail, and then twisted it up into a bun, holding it in place to keep it out of my face. My pussy was dripping with desire for him. I was sure that my panties where soaked with the juices of my urgent desire. I wanted him to eat me out, my goodness what naughty thoughts………

Gabriel:

The hell with cold showers, those days were gone forever, that dam was about to burst. I didn’t want it to get semen in her beautiful, soft hair that feels so good, as I held it in my hands. I could smell her wholesome sex, her woman’s smell in the confines of this small bathroom. My sweet brown eyed girl was dripping with estrogen. I wanted to taste her…. I would taste her!

I could feel our shared blood, our mutual desire pumping through our veins to our shared heart, warming our souls.

What a marvelous wife Amy will be. What a privilege it will be to nurture, her, to explore her sexuality, and finally, to fill Amy with my seed. I want to share her every orgasm, kiss every part of her glorious naked body….. Her glorious naked, body soon to be pregnant many times over when she is carrying our children. That would have to wait for now… soon, Gabriel, soon. I will truly be blessed to have children with this wholesome, yet sexy woman…………….

Amy:

Gabriel’s cock was pulsating in my mouth as I sucked on it. He was moaning softly as his breathing increased as his long awaited orgasm washed over him, washed over me. I could see that he was gritting his teeth, grimacing, while breathing hard. He really wanted to let loose and vocalize his pleasure. What power I had over him…. what power he had over me.

Emma once told me that aside from the little things, such as helping with the dishes, or flowers for no reason, a man shows his true love for his wife when he makes love to her; particularly when they have been married for a long time and he is faithful. Such a man will always see his wife as the young woman that he first married, no matter how long they have been together, or whether or not she loses her looks, provided that she does her part to minimize the effects of time. She also told me that a woman, who wears her hair long for her husband if that is what he prefers, will always have that to entice him.

Emma sat with me bedside for hours on end to keep me company, as did Zeta and Mary. I thought for certain that they blamed me for what happened to Gabriel, but they didn’t. Instead they welcomed me to their family, as they did my Mother, Emma. When we were alone together, Mary said, “I so happy that Gabe is finally settling down, Sister-in-law,” and then she hugged me and kissed my cheek, saying, “Gabriel has never brought a girl to meet us, and when he brought you, I knew you were the one. I could tell just by the way he looks at you.”

Zeta was more direct, saying this front of everyone, including Emma, “I sure hope you know what you’re getting into, Amy? He’s a handful and as stubborn as they come. Once his mind made up there is no stopping him, so don’t you dare feel guilty about anything? I sure hope you have better luck taming him than I did, that’s you job now. Perhaps you and Emma can double team him; it couldn’t hurt?”

That’s Zeta, tough as iron on the outside, but on the inside: she was crying when she hugged me, and then Emma, welcoming us to their family.

He filled my mouth with thick clots of his hot, white, luscious cream, and I swallowed it hungrily. It caressed my throat and warmed my tummy, and I was starting to orgasm.

“Damn IV-tubes,” He growled as he disconnected them from the hand. Gabriel reached underneath my dress, pulled my panties down to my ankles for me to step out of. He then picked me up and put me the sink. I could tell from the grimace on his face that the exertion, compounded by his injuries, must have hurt him….wow, Zeta is right, he is stubborn.

“Your turn, my girl,” He said, smiling, trying to hide the pain.

He pulled up my dress; he loves to see me in dresses, and went down on me, licking and sucking, while probing my swollen clitoris with his tongue. My little orgasm turned into nirvana and beyond.

I had to put a towel in my mouth to muffle my screams, and I was squirming all over the place, managing to send the IV-pole crashing to the floor, as my multiple orgasms washed over me. When I was finally sated, Gabriel was hard all over again, can you believe that, he really is Tarzan.

Gabriel:

My lady tasted so wholesome, and how she squirmed as her orgasm washed over her; she is absolutely precious and delightful. We risked being discovered though… and we where…. there was a knock on the bathroom door.

“Gabe, are you going to be in there all day? What if a nurse were to walk in; or Amy’s mother for that matter?”

“Amy is helping me get cleaned up.” I replied.

Amy was blushing as she helped me into a clean gown. I was kissing her, and she was laughing softly and whispering, “Stand still so that I can comb your hair, Tarzan,” Amy teased as she wet it down and combed it back.

We came out of the bathroom; Zee-Zee was sitting in the chair holding a flower arrangement, smiling with that knowing look on her face. I know that look so well. It was the same look I got when I was a little boy and did something bad; such as putting frogs in her washing machine when I was five. I drove her car around the block when I was seven. When I was older, I hitched rides on freight trains. Once, I ended up in Georgia, and it took two days of hitchhiking to get home, I was fifteen at the time, and Zeta gave me the belt. I did learn my lesson though; I learned the train schedules to take day trips.

What really drove her crazy was when I hooked up with a small traveling carnival when I was seventeen. I didn’t tell anyone because I was expected to work in the store from the summer. I just left, at the spur of the moment not packing a thing. Those carnies were tough, hard living, bastards. I really learned what loyalty was all about that summer. I spent a night with a headache, in a shit-hole jail cell in Podunk, Arkansas for fighting alongside of them against some locals. The locals came around after hours looking for trouble, and they found it. I have to say the Sheriff was fair about it because they were in the cell across from us. The Boss paid my fine for disorderly conduct the next day, and then my hospital bill for the stitches in my head. He never took it out of my wages; I was one of them.

Zeta put the flowers down and hugged me. She started to cry, but caught herself. Zeta is a tough, disciplined woman with a kind and loving heart, despite her iron exterior.

She held my face gently in hands, kissed my cheek and said, “My dear, reckless knucklehead, I am so happy that you are safe and well. It does my heart good knowing that you are finally settling down with a wonderful girl. Amy has not left your side since you got here. If that is not love, then I don’t know what love is? But if you pull another stunt like that, I will kill you myself,” She then cuffed the back of my head, and not gently…………

(Gabriel is in the shower on a Saturday morning, while Amy is sipping orange juice and waiting her turn. They both finished an intense exercise session together, doing aerobics to warm up, weights and then kick boxing with the heavy bag. She is thinking, planning their day. They will be purchasing their first Christmas tree together)

Amy:

“My goodness, I can’t believe that it is the 1st. of December already. Everything happened so fast with us. I still can’t believe that we are engaged to be married. Our wedding will be held in my church on June 15th, and my dear straight laced Mother doesn’t have a problem with us living together now. She had a long talk with Gabriel, bless their hearts.”

“Come here, little slave girl, your Master has a surprise for you,” and when I entered the bathroom, “Turn around and put your hands behind your back….good…. close your eyes,” I did so, and wasn’t disappointed.

“I haven’t showered yet, but I’ve decided that you and I should shower together on occasion, this being one of them,” He explained while tying my wrists together with some soft braided Dacron rope. When he finished tying me, he placed a blindfold over my eyes, and then picked me up and put me on the vanity top.

“Do you trust me, my love?” He asked, kissing my mouth.

“Yes, Master,” I replied, giving myself goose bumps whenever I call Gabriel that, when we play this game and a few others; Tarzan and Jane for example. We swing from a rope on a tree over our pond and then drop into the deep water. I found a bathing suit that has a leopard pattern, and Gabriel wears nothing but a loin cloth. The lovemaking afterward in the soft grass and clover is incredible, but that’s another story.

“Good now spread your legs for me……just like that; I am going to shave your pussy with a razor. But first I am going to use electric clippers to get the bulk of your bush off.”

I was getting horny just thinking about it. Gabriel has never tied me up before. He turned the clippers on, and then slowly pushed them through my hairy pussy, which further excited me. The vibrating clippers were stimulating my clitoris with each pass.

After he finished, Gabriel reversed it, holding the vibrating handle in place on my pussy while he kissed my mouth. It felt so good and I was so naughty, I teased his tongue with mine, seeking my Master with my tongue since my hands were tied, I was helpless to resist.

“My God that feels so good, Master. I can’t wait to suck on your big cock,” I could feel myself blushing as I said this to him.

“Not yet, my beautiful little slave girl.” He said kissing my mouth.

He massaged my pussy with Mineral oil to help soften the remaining stubble. My hips were gyrating, squeezing his hand between my legs as he lubed and massaged my partially denuded Mons pubis. Gabriel was driving me crazy and he knew it. He was probing my clitoris, my flower with his mineral oil slick fingers, and then he surprised me again. Just as my orgasm started to peak he shoved finger into my oil drenched anus as he massaged clitoris.

I was screaming for him to fuck my cunt. I wanted his cock in my cunt so bad that my orgasms were unbelievable. I closed my eyes and imagined that it was his big cock in my ass as he was making me come with his fingers. All that we are allowed is oral sex for now, discipline; vaginal sex is for our wedding night, damn it…oops. Gabriel has absolute power over me when I surrender to him.

Because of this, I lose all inhibition and use bad words. He finds this endearing, and I love him for it because he always treats with respect and heaven help anybody who doesn’t. I should forgive myself these harmless transgressions, he explains, because in a carnal sense they were not profane at all, they are as natural as breathing, and they do not detract a bit from your wholesome goodness. The rest of the time I never use such language…

Gabriel:

Besides loving Amy with a passion that I never dreamed possible just 11 short months ago, I am fascinated with her sexuality. She moans, pants and squirms and swears up a storm when she is aroused, and particularly during her orgasms. This is quite a contrast to the nicely dressed lady with her hair worn up in a bun when we attend church together. Actually, I am somewhat humbled because she trusts me enough to share this part of her, this carnal jewel with me. I find it endearing because she is somewhat embarrassed about it afterward, even though intellectually she realizes that there is nothing to be embarrassed about. I assured her that the contrasts between Amy my employee with her ability to think outside of the box. Amy my fiancée and companion; in conjunction with, Amy my imaginative lover, and finally, my sweet, and kind Angel; all these things are why I love her so. I have my whole life to share her complexities.

I took off her blindfold, and then helped her into the shower…actually the tub. I installed an antique, cast iron tub with a blue and white speckled porcelain finish that was salvaged from an estate, in Niagara Falls, N.Y. The mansion originally belonged to a wealthy banker, who was an unusually tall man for his time, and it is obviously custom made. It is seven feet long, three feet wide, and forty inches deep, with the traditional claw-footed long oval shape, but on a grander scale. I am fascinated with the porcelain finish; it reminded me of a huge turkey roasting pan.

I had the shower curtain rods fabricated from extra heavy gauge copper and brass pipe to curve around the oval of the tube. The free-standing water pipes are made from the same heavy copper and brass. They are intertwined into shapes pleasing to the eye; a standing ibis (crane). The fixtures are cast in solid copper as is the shower head which is the head of the ibis. The tip of the beak appears to be stuck in a sunflower, this being the part from where the water flows. I also installed an over-engineered commercial tank-less water heater dedicated to the tub only. It gives me an endless supply of hot water, one of the few luxuries that I allow myself; as for my Amy, I can deny her nothing……

Amy:

I was not permitted to speak, and for the first time Gabriel washed my hair. He then conditioned it starting at the tips. He let the conditioner work while he washed himself. I wanted to wash his hard body, wash his cock and feel it grow hard in my hand, I couldn’t, and I was getting aroused just thinking about it. After he finished washing, I stood under the shower head while he rinsed the conditioner out. Goodness, how wonderful it was to have an endless supply of hot water. I loved just soaking in this huge comfortable tub all by myself. Just soaking in hot bath oil scented water or a bubble bath while listening to music and sipping hot mint green tea. Sometimes when the mood strikes me, I would close the shades and light candles. If we could shower together, we can bathe together and cuddle. I made a mental note to do that him. But I have to tell you, Emma was right about men in general; they are to various degrees, little boys at heart. Gabriel has a reproduction of an antique tin tug boat. Wind the dual keys and the propellers spin, merrily moving the boat around the tub like “Little Toot”, and even though there is a bar of soap in it, and he claims it is a soap dish, I knew better.

He twisted my hair up on the top of my head, holding it in place with my claw-hairclip and then put my blindfold back on. I could feel his rock hard cock rubbing and pressing against me, as he started soaping me down with the Dove Soap in his strong hands. He started with my neck and shoulders and working his way down and paid particular attention to my breasts.

“You have beautiful nipples my love, so pink and sensitive, and your areolas are like twin pink moons.”

I was getting more aroused as my nipples hardened at his familiar touch, now as familiar as my own when I washed myself….

Gabriel:

After I rinsed my helpless and horny Lady, who was still bound and blindfolded, I toweled her off and put her back the vanity top, spreading her legs, “You will remain perfectly still while I shave you and then I shall blow dry your hair.”

I lathered her little pussy, and then carefully shaved it with a five-blade razor, repeating the process a second time until her Mons pubis was hairless and smooth. I took off the blindfold and let Amy’s wet hair drop down to her back. I finished by gently rubbing her sensitive pussy with a soothing moisturizing balm, making her squirm helplessly while I caressed her sweet flower. I brought her orgasm almost to the peak and then I backed off.

Now it was time to play with her beautiful long hair. I blotted most of the water out with a towel, and then I blow dried it damp using her hair dryer with a wide tooth comb to prevent tangles. She sat quietly as I parted it down the middle and fixed it into two loose pigtails, which I then braided into a simple three strand braid. “Now my cute little slave girl, tell me what you want?”

Amy:

“I want to suck on your cock, Master. Will you please untie me so that I may touch you?”

“Kiss your Master,” He replied, kissing my mouth and sighing with contentment; how I loved him when he did that, for what greater unsaid complement can a man give his woman.

“Very well, turn around,” he said, still smiling, as he untied me, “Tell me what you want?” He asked, while tugging on a braid.

I turned and put my arms around his neck, he put his arms around my waist. “I want to suck on your manhood,” I answered, licking and then lightly biting his ear and playfully mussing his hair.

“And my manhood is….?” He asked, rubbing my bum.

“You know what I mean, I not your little slave girl at this moment, I’m your fiancé and I have a choice” I answered, teasing as I was also stroking my bald pussy and thinking, “this is so nice, and when I done sucking on his big cock maybe he will do me.”

“Then you aren’t going to tell me what you meant by “you know what’, brown eyes?”

“I don’t think that I shall, Tarzan, let me show you instead……

Gabriel:

Amy knelt on the bathmat, kissed my stomach, and then gave me a raspberry, and looked up smiling. I could deny her nothing when she smiled at me with those perfect, cupid lips; God how I loved her, she made me complete. She started by licking my testicles, and then the inside of my legs where they hang down. She licked my cock from the base to the tip, and then reversed the process. She loves looking at me when she is doing this, I looking into her beautiful brown eyes, eyes that make my heart melt. She fluttered the tip with her little tongue, caressing and teasing my cock-head until she tasted my pre-cum. She paused, as she always does, and licked her lips, smiling, before taking my entire cock into to her mouth and sucking, greedily. Amy was driving me crazy, and she knew it.

I can honestly say that she is the first women that I have been with who doesn’t pretend to enjoy sucking my cock. Some of my lovers sucked my cock only as a means for me to return the favor with oral sex and rightfully so. My beautiful Lady truly enjoys sucking cock, and will accommodate me anytime that I am in the mood, like now. Amy will often squeeze her legs together when doing this, teasing and prolonging my orgasm in order to achieve hers; she is incredible, and as I said, I am humbled that she can do this with me, for what greater complement can a woman give her man then to orgasm at the taste of his seed.

We men are simple creatures really, and can get aroused at the drop of a hat. Women are much more complex. My favorite analogy is describing the differences between men and women is this; Women state of the art satellite dishes for televisions, complex and intricate, while men are like bent aluminum foil wrapped wire coat hangers. Simplistic, perhaps, but it always makes me chuckle thinking about it.

I can’t wait to have intercourse with her to see what happens. Every time will different with her; it’s going to be marvelous feeling my Amy squirming underneath, or on top of me, particularly when she has her multiple orgasms. Amy is also a first for me in this venue, having a woman for a lover who has multiple orgasms, and she shares them with me. It may take a little coaxing for her to try getting on top, but when she does I’m sure that she will love that position, as do I. I will particularly enjoy watching her long hair caress her shoulders breasts as they bounce up and down, and when she throws her head back, moving from side to side, as I watch her silky tresses flow when she comes; and then…oh, yes, then, her sweet, pure, kisses afterward; my angel delight.

Amy:

Gabriel had his hands wrapped around my braids as I licked and sucked his delicious big cock. I couldn’t wait to taste his rich hot semen, and then swallow all of it. It is a scientific fact that cum contains zinc, potassium, citric acid, free amino acids among ambrosia and other nectar delights. I don’t know whether is it psychological, physiological, or both, those would be the logical explanations why I orgasm sucking cock. In my heart I know the truth….he kissed me under the stars one night, our souls melded…but most importantly he loves me. I get incredibly horny and aroused just sucking on his cock, and if I prolong the blowjob long enough, I will orgasm when my love comes in my mouth.

Gabriel was breathing loudly when he came, and his orgasm was so uninhibited and wild; it was all because of me. He controlled my cadence with my braids, filling my mouth with his sweet rich cum. I swallowed greedily, coveting every single drop. I can’t wait until we have intercourse. I am sure that he will pound and ravish me with his big cock. I know I keep saying big cock, but it really is big, trust me, it’s not my imagination. Speaking of which, our shared imaginations are like rare, exotic, and erotic spices, to enhance and flavor our sex life. I was never like this before I met him, and the pulp, Romance Novels seem so sterile and banal now. Admittedly I tried masturbating, but I received little pleasure from it, and eventually stopped.

I first knew that he was the one when he held my hands in the stairwell; the man that I had been waiting for, an everything since then has confirmed it.

I could feel a stirring in my body as he held my hands in the stairwell. It was if I were awakening inside a weighty cocoon.

With Gabriel’s unflinching love, confirmed to me on the night of the storm, I emerged from my chrysalis a new woman.

Gabriel:

We were on getting out of the Jeep after a long day of shopping. Our Blue Spruce tree was tied to my utility trailer and the backseat was full of Christmas decorations and Christmas presents that we bought together. The only thing missing was the tree topper; we couldn’t find one that we liked.

Because I once foolishly resigned myself to being a lifelong bachelor, Mary inherited all of the family Christmas ornaments which were only proper at the time, along with our parent’s house. I got the family business, knowing that my niece and nephew had a proper home, and most of the presents were for them. As we were carrying the tree inside, Amy noticed a white cardboard gift box on the kitchen table. I am sure that I locked the doors, and the only other people besides Amy and I that have a key are Zeta and Mary.

There was a card underneath the string that was addressed to the both of us:

“Dearest Children:

I can’t express in words how happy I am that you both found each another. As you know Gabe, my true love died during the war and I never married. I always thought of you as my son, particularly after your mother died so long ago. And after what you put me through, I had the gray hairs; now white, to prove it. And you Amy; I knew in my heart of hearts that you were the one for my little boy. I knew it the moment I laid eyes on you. Gabriel calls you an angel from a reason, as do I. The resemblance is uncanny, and when I shook, and then held your hand for the first time, I felt it, I knew for sure. My soul mate died honorably in the defense of his country, the country he loved. Just as Gabriel almost died for loving you with a passion only he is capable of. It is God’s will Christmas Angel that you should be together, and then together in heaven. Just as it is God’s will that I will someday be with my love, Arthur when my time comes. For now I cherish the both of you, my son and my daughter; my family. There is an item in the box, perfect for the top of your first Christmas tree. It was my Grandmother’s, then my mothers and finally mine. I am the last of my line, much to my parent’s great disappointment. It has never graced my Christmas tree, and nobody living has ever laid eyes on it. When you see it, you shall understand. I humbly ask that it graces yours. All my Love, Zee-Zee

We carefully opened the package together, and Amy removed a porcelain doll that was about 12 inches tall. This doll had a long sky blue gown, and the white feathery wings like those of a dove. As was available at the time, the doll’s hair was real human hair. It was the exact same shade of dark brown as Amy’s. It was the same length and style; everything was the same, except in miniature. The porcelain face, the mouth, the eyes and the nose and ears….it was my Amy, my Christmas Angel. The doll had the same beautifully stunning face, the same kissable cherub lips; I kissed the doll and then Amy, so touched was I with both my priceless gifts from heaven. The likeness to my beautiful Lady left me breathless……

Amy:

This angel doll was over 100 years old and it was me. It was Zeta’s most prized possession. She was giving it to us when it could have gone to Mary; did she always know……what a lovely, thoughtful gift and more. We would have many children to pass our family’s traditions. Gabriel put it on the tree and then stood back to look. There were tears in my sweetheart’s eyes.

I wiped them away while kissing him; he huffed, shuffling his feet, perhaps a little embarrassed. But then he smiled, hugging me tight, while sighing contentedly. The fire in the fieldstone fireplace threw its warm glow into the dark room, enhancing our ornaments, the soft white twinkle lights of our tree, sparkling like stars. The angel at the top branch looked down upon us, blessing us. That evening we snuggled together on the couch, admiring our first Christmas tree together, quietly, remembering how we met. We talked softly, snuggling, sharing our thoughts and perceptions, and how our story began………

Gabriel:

I am pharmacist by profession. I once foolishly thought myself a bachelor by fate of temperament. Add a laptop, with the complex compounds available on the internet to the elements to my intense psyche. Heat everything molten hot, with the flame of erotic literature, in a crucible of testosterone. Shape it with the hammer of pugnacious self-reliance on the heavy anvil of carnal desire. Then quench it in a bath of patience and loyalty; add kindness, to soften stubborn, and then finally, temper it with resolve…. you have me.

Admittedly, I was somewhat of a loner, except with my family, and our loyalty to one another is absolute. While publically a private person, I have had many lovers, tasting and moving on. Admittedly, I was somewhat selfish and immature in my fantasies. Sadly, I have never really loved a woman, no crushes on a teacher, no puppy love or a High School Sweetheart, I never intended to settle down. Until Amy… my brown-eyed girl. She was the final ingredient; the catalyst, welding our psyches together in a spiritual compound stronger than the nucleus of an atom.

Some of the women whom I have dated have described me as intense, or downright rigid at times, although never cheap. I have never been accused of that. I will spend money freely on them, but I reserve frugal for myself. I seldom express my sexual preferences or opinions of male domination or about a woman’s submission that being the natural order of things; is it?

Perhaps for some but not us; there is a better way. As I said, then I met her, my salvation, and my love, and after that, my perceptions changed. I wanted a life partner.

A few of my adventurous lovers tried the D/s in the bedroom, however to them it was merely a dalliance; a taste on the wild side with no real commitment.

On my birthday, December twenty-third, I had just worked up a healthy sweat after exercising for an hour with my 75 lb. kettle bells; not bad for a man of thirty five. I like to think of my previously owned, ok, used kettle bells as a poor man’s Nautilus Machine. I had been eating two meatless meals a day for the past two weeks. I planned on rewarding myself with a charbroiled steak dinner before going to my sister Mary’s house for cake and coffee. The most expensive birthday present in the world couldn’t surpass babysitting the twins while my sister and her husband left to do some last minute Christmas shopping. I insisted that they see a movie at the cinema, and dinner before.

After they left, I moved the furniture to one side, and then put up a small dome tent for the twins. They would then choose a game or a theme for us to pretend. No matter what is was, I was invariably the horsey, and would always give then rides on my back or shoulders. Then we would play Scrabble, the adult version; perhaps we would go outside and build snow people. We would end our evening sitting on the couch, after their baths’, one on each side of me, reading. The three of us would take turns; and then the Poppa bear said in a deep voice, or the baby bear would say in a high squeaky voice…we tried to outdo each other…we would laugh…I’m sure you get the picture. My sister would find us all asleep on the couch. What better birthday present could an Uncle possibly want?

After I showered and dressed, I decided to stop at the Salvation Army Thrift Store to check for recently stocked used books. I frequent this particular Salvation Army thrift shop in search of such bargains. As I said, I am a frugal man when it comes to me, foregoing many unnecessary luxuries as a means of self discipline, and to save money. I have found many archival quality books there, to add to my library shelves, and I may find some children’s books for the twins. They are both reading on a 4th Grade Level because of the Hooked-On-Phonics I bought for them, and no, it was not used. Nevertheless, they still delight in picture books and simple story picture books; they are only 4-years old. I want to prolong their innocent childhood for a long as possible, to cherish and protect them.

I have little faith in the current justice system, particularly with the courts; although not so much the police. Our current system is infested with wealthy, politically appointed liberal/socialist judges with an agenda, and contempt for the Constitution. These mentioned judges live in crime free, gated communities, hiring armed, private police to keep other than the elite out They seem to delight in releasing repeat offenders; thugs and deviants to pray on the rest of us….their idea of fairness and justice; while in the same vein restricting the rights of the law abiding. I will be damned if I will kiss their rings.

God help anyone who molest my niece or nephew because the police will never find the body….but I digress.

It was snowing lightly when I left the house. The wind was biting cold, multiplied by a wind chill of twenty-five below zero. Welcome to Western New York. The windswept streets were a barren, snow-blown waste, while the side streets leading into the potholed parking lots of this poorer section of town were slippery with ice. The snow banks that lined the curbs and sidewalks always remind me of jagged white teeth, monster’s teeth, which I would vanquish as a young boy; slashing and stabbing with my wood sword. This was a thought that has stuck with me since I was a small child, the snow banks being monsters teeth. That was long before my innocence left me when my mother died. The monsters are real, and they roam the streets; we refer to them as career criminals.

There were two people standing outside by the red collection kettle, as I approached the entrance of the Thrift Shop. One was a tall male in his early twenties. His long, lank, greasy thinning hair was plastered tightly against his hatless head. Unshaved and dirty, he was thin almost to the point of emaciation, and the smell of marijuana mixed with his fetid body. This obnoxious stench hung about him like a noxious cloud despite the clean west wind. The smile on his acne covered, acne scarred face was disingenuous. It was actually more of a satyr’s leer, his lower body missing the hairy lower half with goats feet, was all that was needed to make that picture complete.

He was standing there, bootless, and gloveless, in a filthy denim jacket. His hands were shoved in his jacket pockets. When not in his pocket, he was wiping the snot from his nose with his right hand, and then on the seat of his pants, before returning it. He was hunched over, shivering with the cold, and no doubt thought himself quite the Ladies man. He was actually trying to make time with her. He was attempting to charm her, can you believe it?

As I walked up, I heard him ask her what time she was getting out of work, and then perhaps they could have coffee together at his place, and I was thinking, “The sewer!” Amy didn’t answer, looking uncomfortable by his unwanted attentions. She on the other hand was dressed sensibly, wearing a well-worn and much too large for her man’s brown wool toggle coat that came down to the top of her felt lined pack boots. Amy’s pink, hand- knitted wool hat was pulled down over her ears, and her hood was up covering her hat. She was wearing hand-knitted, mismatched wool mittens, one pink and the other red, as she stood there ringing her bell. As I got closer, all that I could see in that bundle of clothing was her brown eyes; intelligent eyes, timid eyes below the hat and above the green scarf that was wrapped around her face.

Those same eyes looked frightened and disgusted. They were silently pleading with me for help as she continued ringing the bell.

There was another bell on the metal folding chair next to them. I picked up the and stood between them, facing him.

I started ringing the bell and said, “Merry Christmas,” to which he replied with a mean, feral look on his face, “Hey, what the fuck!”

“Merry Christmas,” I replied, “Now take a hike, the lady is not interested.”

I continued ringing the bell returning his stare and smiling. We stood there facing one another, he trying to stare me down. I was challenging him to start something. I knew his species of bottom feeder. He was a pothead on the verge of turning into a full blown hardcore addict with a habit to support. Most likely the drug of choice would be heroin.

They pollute my Drug Store on occasion. That is why I carry a Glock Model 30, chambered for the 45 ACP, in an inside-the-pant horsehide holster at all times. I keep it stoked with 11 Federal 230 grain Hydra-Shok hollow points. They will cure what ails these cowardly bottom feeders should they have a weapon and choose to get violent.

This bottom feeder chose to retreat, announcing with the false bravado of his species, “Fuck it, the fat, pig whore, isn’t worth it. Fuck you too, asshole!”

He then swaggered away with his snot covered right hand up above his head, the middle finger extended into the air. I had half a mind to chase him down, and pound him, but he really wasn’t worth it. Disgusted, I turned to see the hurt look in Amy’s brown eyes.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that, Miss. Why don’t you go inside and warm up. I can ring the bell for awhile. I have done it for years in front of my store at this time of year. I suppose you can say I am sort of an expert.”

“But,” She started to say.

“No buts, I insist.”

“Thank you, my time is up in 30 minutes. Then I will be work in the store for the rest of my shift…and I am so cold,” She sighed glancing at the warm store. “I just started working here today, but if someone is watching the kettle, I guess it is ok.”

“Good it is settled then”, I replied, smiling, “Merry Christmas.”

After Amy went inside, I could see her watching me through the plate glass window while she removed her outer garments. Approximately 35 minutes later, a woman in her early sixties, the supervisor, came out and thanked me for volunteering, and scaring the bum off. She then wished me a Merry Christmas. I returned her greeting before going inside to get my first good look at Amy without all the heavy winter clothing.

As I said, Amy has beautiful eyes…. perhaps I didn’t say beautiful. I said intelligent eyes, timid eyes. I stand by that. However, I’m singing it now, “Beautiful, beautiful brown eyes. I’ll never love blue eyes again.” As sung, and made famous by Jack Elliott. Did I mention that Country & folk music is my favorite music genre, followed by rock & roll.

I quickly made a hap-hazard selection and then stood in line at her checkout, the only one open. I was holding an eight-track cassette tape; somebody something accordion classics that was marked down to ten cents, and I didn’t own an eight-track player; who does anymore? My mind wasn’t on books, it was about her.

I wasn’t in a hurry, so I let a group of seasoned citizen ladies shopping together for bargains go ahead of me. Besides it was the right thing to do, as well as an excuse to study her, and her nametag said, Amy.

Amy was very patient with them. She helped them count out their money, and to make change when one of them became a little confused. She double wrapped another’s dishes, while making a fuss over her eye for antiques. Obviously from the woman’s face, the compliment made her day. It received a snort, and a frown from an impatient, slovenly middle aged woman, hardly a lady behind us; I will get to her shortly. She even helped one of the three button her coat and adjust her scarf.

I estimated Amy to be five-feet seven inches tall, and close to 200 pounds in weight, which was much too heavy for her small frame. Amy’s hands and feet were a dead giveaway to her frame size; for Amy has small dainty hands with long fingers, and precious tiny feet that were the demise of another bottom feeder. I would say that her feet were size-six at the most, judging by the sneakers that she was now wearing in place of the sensible pack boots. Ideally she should weigh no more than 135 lbs.

She was also wearing red sweatpants, with a green sweatshirt, embroidered with fine needlework. The well executed, detailed scene was a Christmas kitten playing with tinsel and ornaments. I have an eye for such things and Amy’s needlework rivaled my sister’s.

Despite the weight, and adding those beautiful, intelligent, kind and timid eyes, Amy had one of the most magnificently beautiful and stunning faces that I have ever seen on a woman anywhere; then add a flawless complexion that was makeup free. Yes, those were the words describing her, plus more; wholesomely youthful and innocent, come to mind.

When we were outside, the hat, the hood, and scarf hid this stunningly beautiful, breathe-taking face. When Amy looked up and recognized me, she smiled. I was bathed in wholesome. I could not help but return that sweet smile. I was thinking, “I should have pounded that pothead into ground for what he said to her,” My heart was racing looking at that face; was it from anger with the bottom feeder, or was I smitten with her…perhaps both. My thoughts were tripping over each other.

Amy’s dark brown hair was fixed in a single thick braid down her back. I was thinking, “What beautiful, silky hair she must have imprisoned in that braid, just waiting to be touched,” I was fascinated with her, and on this my then clumsy thoughts agreed, disconnected though they were. I was admiring her small, perfectly shaped nose, her tiny ears, plus she has lips. Of course she has lips, what a silly thing to say. Amy has the full, sensuous, lips of a heavenly angel. They were so perfectly formed and waiting to be…..then the woman behind me rudely burst my daydream.

“If you’re not ready to check out accordion boy; step aside and let someone else go, jerk” She interrupted nastily.

Stepping up to the counter, I ignored the slattern. I was close enough to see Amy’s long eye lashes, and her angel wings for eyebrows. I was thinking, “I just turned thirty-five and she was nineteen or twenty at the most. God in heaven if she lost the weight imagine how much better she would look and feel. What she needed was the right trainer…the right mindset, plus an example set for self-discipline. Why not, the training could start right away, and she would be an asset to my business. I am very impressed with the kindness toward those women. Besides, I wasn’t seeing anyone now. There would be no distractions and I could bring her along, slowly….”

“That will be 12 cents with the tax. Will there be anything else, Sir?”

I was daydreaming when she spoke. Smiling, I gave Amy a dollar for my purchase, putting the change in the miniature red collection kettle. I then handed her my business card.

“Yes, two things, beautiful brown eyes,” I deliberately paused, thinking, “Here it comes,” I then said, “you blush wonderfully.”

And she did blush wonderfully. I said it knowing that she would, just another opportunity to see her beautiful, wholesome smile.

The coarse woman behind me, the one who called me accordion boy, left to complain to the manager about the slow service. In the end, not getting any satisfaction, which meant free merchandise, the slattern stormed out of the store with a string of profanities on her, thin, stingy, lips. She loudly vowed to take her business elsewhere….lucky them.

“I need a cashier with open availability. We are a small family business, and you seem to have a wonderful way with people. In consideration for the open availability required, the position pays well and includes a health insurance plan. There will be an opening in two weeks, and my hours are flexible for interviews,” They weren’t, but I was making and exception for her…..

The day of the interview had finally arrived. I ready for the Amy, guessing correctly that she would arrive early. How glorious it would be if things went as planned? I went as so far to hedge my bets, going to Confession for the first time in years, followed by Mass and then communion, during the holiday’s, much to my older sister’s delight. This morning I lit every unlit candle in the racks, secretly stuffing the candle collection box with five, one hundred dollar bills, hoping to negotiate with through prayer… or perhaps bribe ….it couldn’t hurt, and God being God was sure to understand.

The January sky was a soft eggshell blue. The morning sun was as bright and warm as Amy’s wholesome smile.

The temperature was holding just above freezing, allowing for an early January thaw, how marvelous, how kind. Old Man Winter was sleeping in late, just for me….just for us; how thoughtful of the old gentleman.

I surprised Amy, meeting her as she was standing on the bus’s steps, taking her small hand in mine to help her to down to the sidewalk.

Did I mention that it was a glorious day for a walk? I took Amy’s arm in mine, not saying a word. We then walked the two blocks to the Pharmacy. As far as I was concerned it could have been two miles or twenty. I wouldn’t have minded, for the smile on her face was enough to keep me warm should Jack Frost make an appearance on the way.

Amy had dressed nicely that morning in preparation for her interview. She was wearing a navy blue dress coat that just fell below her knees. It appeared to be new, and the style looked slimming on her. She was also wearing black, knee length, calfskin leather boots that could be worn appropriately indoors as well as out. They too appeared to be new. I wondered if she received them for Christmas, or perhaps she bought for the interview. Her attire was a far cry from what she was wearing in the Salvation Army store.

I liked what Amy had done with her hair. Although I had the urge to take it down and run my hands through it. It was put up in an elegant French Twist and her stunningly beautiful, wholesome face was makeup free.

When we arrived at the Pharmacy, I brought her into my office and helped her off with her coat. Amy’s navy blue dress could suffice for any occasion with its ¾ length sleeves, simple, but elegant, and again, slimming.

Her only jewelry was a small, but intricate in detail, gold angel pin, affixed below the white lace collar of her dress. Although I am no expert on jewelry, having none, from the looks of it, the pin was quality.

During her job interview, I tried my best to put her at ease by making polite small talk and asking questions. What was most interesting to me was that Amy grew up in foster care. Amy was older than I estimated, she was twenty-seven. That was the best news yet.

“Do you have any hobbies, Ms. Jones?” I asked, “Keep in mind that question is optional. I am merely curious.”

“I like to read, and I’m pretty good at crossword puzzles. I knit, crochet, and quilt, and I can sew,” Her answers led me to wonder if Amy made this dress for the interview. My sister sews professionally out of her home. That would explain why the dress was so well executed and fit Amy well.

“My older sister, Mary, knits and crochets, “ I offered, “She also sews professionally out of her home. You and she have much in common. I’m sure that you would like her.”

I was rewarded with a sweet, wholesome smile that confirmed that she made the dress. I was impressed.

“I played the piano all throughout school, and I am told that I play well,” she offered back, “Do you or your sister play an instrument?”

I was thinking what a delightful woman she is, and I still wanted to take her hair down. I have done hundreds of job interviews, and I generally ask the questions not answer them. But there was just something about her, something that felt right to me.

“I was more into sports during school, particularly weight training, wrestling and gymnastics. The wrestling led to kick boxing after I was hit in the head with a pop bottle,” Amy gave me an odd look, and I surprised myself, telling her that, but I continued, “Mary is the one with musical talent. She plays the violin, or the cello, every Sunday morning during the nine o’clock Mass in a string quartet.”

Amy’s face lit up at the mention of my sister, and church, opening her up to volunteer more about herself.

“The piano and organ are similar, you know, and sometimes I play for weddings and then the receptions. Emma has a piano. When I visit her she loves to hear me play, it was she who taught me. I love classical music, don’t you?”

“Some, although my tastes run more towards Country Western & Rock & Roll. Is Emma your foster parent?”

“Emma is more than a foster parent, she is my Mother, and is the only real family that I ever had. When Rodney,” Amy covered her mouth with her hand and turned pale, “I’m sorry you really don’t want to hear all of this.”

“It’s all right,” I said gently, putting my hand on hers, “We are like family here. Take Mrs. Mueller for example, the lady you are replacing, she is the cashier with the white hair. You must have seen her when you walked in. She is still as sharp as a tack at eighty-three, and has been working here 45 years. That is longer than I have been alive. My Dad hired her. She is moving to Florida to live with her sister,” I was interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Come in Mrs. Mueller,” I answered, standing up as I said it.

“I’m leaving now, Gabe. Don’t forget, the inventory must be done by Friday.”

“Yes, Mrs. Mueller.”

“Remember, heat rises. Turn the thermostat in my apartment down to 55. There is no need to heat empty rooms.”

“I’ll remember, Mrs. Mueller.”

“I’m going to see the children and have lunch with Mary before I meet my plane. Is this the girl that is replacing me? I didn’t like the woman you interviewed last week,” She said, frowning, “I’m Zeta Mueller, young lady,” Zeta held out her hand for Amy to shake.

Amy stood and they shook hands, “I’m Amy Jones, and I’m pleased to meet you Mrs. Mueller.” Zeta did not let go of Amy’s hand, and was boldly studying her, most intently.

“I like this one, Gabe. She has good manners, as well as being very pretty. Are you married, honey?”

“No, ma’am,” Amy answered, blushing.

“And she blushes, yes, I definitely like this one,” Zeta added, which caused Amy to blush even more.

“Gabe is quite the catch. I’ve known him all of his life. He owns this business and has a house, and a barn; two barns actually. He converted the largest barn into a house. I didn’t like the idea at the time. Barns are for animals, but it turned out pretty good for a barn. Gabe also owns more acres of land that any sensible person needs, who isn’t a farmer of course. It’s just him alone in that empty barn house most of the time, except when the twins are there for overnights. Zee-Zee used to change your diapers, didn’t I Gabriel?”

“Zeta,” I exclaimed.

“Do the elephant thing for her, Gabe,” She said while winking at Amy.

“Zeta,” I said sternly.

“I was only teasing. Can’t an old lady with one foot in the grave, have her fun?” She said, letting go of Amy’s hand.

I walked over to hug and kiss Zeta, missing her already; oh, the problems I caused for her when I was a child.

“Your luggage is already loaded in my Jeep. Have a good time, and don’t forget to kiss Ben and Cindy for me. When you are ready to go the airport, I will come and get you.”

I then took my Zee-Zee’s arm, escorting her out of my office. We stopped at the front door. I adjusted her scarf. I checked to see that her hat and gloves were on. I made sure that her coat was zipped before we walked out to the warm pickup truck where my brother-in-law, Charlie was waiting.

When I returned, Amy had just sprayed breath freshener into her mouth, putting the small aerosol bottle inside a small, black beaded purse that had seen better days.

I pretended not to notice the breath freshener. I also pretended not to notice the neatly folded, fast food breakfast wrappers in there. She probably ate breakfast on the bus on the way here. I also noticed that the wrappers were in her purse to be disposed of properly and not littering the floor of the bus.

Amy:

My goodness, what a gentleman; he actually met me at the bus stop, to help me down the steps, and then walked me to my interview. I will be making fifteen dollars an-hour, with health benefits. I’ve never made that kind of money before. Thank God that Gabriel came along when he did. He rented that vacant three bedroom apartment above the store to me for a song, and without a security deposit. We sealed the deal with a handshake and my promise to have the first month’s rent in a month. I don’t care if I lose the security deposit on my studio apartment, even though I just painted the place. Dear, Emma, I can’t wait to tell you about my new apartment, and my new job.

You always treated me like a daughter instead of a monthly paycheck to supplement your income. You paid for my braces, when you couldn’t afford it, and you often did without. I lived with six different families from the time that I was three, until I was nine. You took me in on a temporary basis, and then finally, for good.

Most of the families kept my hair cut just below my ears, or shorter. I hated my short hair, but I knew better to complain. You gave me a choice; you let me grow it long like yours. When I was a little girl, you would brush my hair, and braid it for me. And when I was older, you taught me many ways to pin it up.

I remember getting head lice while living with the Winslow’s. The other nine foster children got head lice as well. We were nothing more than free labor and a monthly income to them. Their twin daughters were about around my age if I remember correctly. I never played with them, and they never let me forget that I was illegitimate; they must have heard that word from their parents. Those mean girls never let me forget that they had a real Mommy & Daddy, and I didn’t.

The boy’s were from seven to sixteen, and they all worked on the farm. We foster children were all treated equally during our lice infestation. We all had our hair clipped down to the scalp by Mr. Winslow. Then Mrs. Winslow applied a paste made from cornstarch, Crisco, kerosene with a few drops cattle insecticide to kill the lice. Their daughters didn’t have their long curls off. They got the proper store bought treatments, that didn’t irritate their scalps or sting their eyes from the fumes.

John the eldest foster child threatened to report them to the authorities. He received a terrible beating with a horse cane, resulting in a broken arm. Mr. Winslow told him to say that it was an accident, and then offered him money to keep quiet. We were all home schooled and it was easy for the Winslow’s to get away with things. When the bribe didn’t work, Mr. Winslow threatened him with God knows what before locking him in the old smoke house.

We all got ice cream that night after dinner and Mrs. Winslow was especially nice to the rest of us for a whole week, ice cream after dinner. Two of the older boys broke John out, and John got a farmer on the next road to drive him to the hospital. He reported the lice treatment and his beating while in the emergency room . He had to spend a night in jail because the Winslow’s lied; they got to the Sheriff, first. Thank goodness the truth got out. Old Sheriff Clark was none-to-gentle when he personally arrested Mr. Winslow. God bless him, he and his wife took John in, and John stayed on until he graduated high school; He is now married and is a Major in the Marine Corps. Because of John’s courage, a new social worker, Hanna Landers, was assigned to me. Abbey Landers, Hanna’s mother was my future Sunday School Teacher. Hanna only had two days on the job when she brought me to Emma’s home to spend the night.

Emma:

I had just finished wiping and putting away the dinner dishes when the telephone rang; being close, I answered it on the second ring, “Hello.”

“Emma, this is Abbey. I hate to ask, but I’m in a bit of a bind. You have such a big house and all, and it’s only you kicking about.”

“I’ll help any way I can Abbey, what did you have in mind.”

“Do you remember those weeks that Hanna spent with you while I was in the hospital?”

“Yes, of course I remember, she was a delight. It was so nice to have such a polite little girl bouncing about. She was such a chatter box, and oh, how she loved to sing. How is Hanna doing with her new job?”

“Hanna is doing fabulous, just two days on the job, and she already has been assigned with her first case….”

I will never forget that evening as long as I shall live, the night Hanna, acting through the hands of God, brought me my sweet child.

Amy was an average-size nine year old, but so skinny. Hanna brought her into the kitchen while carrying a shopping bag full of new under garments, socks that she bought for the child out of her own pocket. Amy had a death grip on the rope handle of that battered suitcase, if you could call in that. It contained everything the poor little waif owned in the world.

I didn’t have time to bake at such a short notice, but I managed to scare up some store bought cookies from the freezer, and put out a pitcher of milk.

That sweet, skinny little waif just stood there, all knees and elbows, unsure what to think, with those big brown eyes looking at me, and I was thinking, “I couldn’t possibly….it was only temporary, until Hanna could place her with a family. On the other hand, what if the new foster parents mistreat her? It’s my Christian duty to step forward. You should see Amy, my love, (Emma was referring to her late husband, Jack), she has such a beautiful face. She has a little turned up nose, and little pink cupid lips. She has such big brown eyes under that too big for her blue knit hat that is pulled down over her ears. If you were here with me, my soul mate, we would take Amy into our home in a heartbeat and protect her from the world, as you protected me. On the other hand, there are children a mile up the road that are Amy’s age for her to play with….that is just wishful thinking. What do I know about raising children?”

While Amy was having her milk and cookies, she seemed fascinated with my piano, and got up a few times to touch it. After Hanna left, I invited her to sit down next to me on the bench and her eyes got big at the invite. I gave her a little hug and said,

“I’m only going to play for a minute,” I said, “If you like; I will teach you to play a simple song tomorrow.” I remembered my Mama then, I could see her face in my mind’s eye as I saw her when I was a little girl, although, Mama was smiling at me from heaven.

I felt a little teary remembering that my Mama. I would sit next to each other on this bench. Mama and I would always start my lesson, by playing our first simple song together, “Hot Cross Buns”, using just three notes; C, D, and E. That was how my piano lessons always began, followed by a hug and a kiss. I would then practice alone while Mama did her housework and listened.

I played the “Minute Waltz” for Amy, and the look on her face told all. Amy was hooked, just as I was when Mama first played it for me. “It’s getting late, honey,” She just nodded, “Would you like to bathe, before bedtime?” she nodded again, yes.

My stars, you would think that the child never had a bath before. It took forever to get her out of the tub, but it was just as well for all that hot water made her sleepy. My goodness, when the poor dear finally came out, wrapped in a towel, Amy was still wearing her hat.

I gently explained that I couldn’t get her nightgown on over the hat, and thank goodness she relented. When she took it off, I put my hand over my mouth in shock, thinking, “Dear God in heaven, what did those people do to you?” I caught myself, pretending to yawn, and then smiled, while helping her into the little white night gown; she immediately put the hat back on. “Would you like to see your bedroom, Amy? It’s just across the hall form mine.”

Amy, nodded, but this time she smiled for the first time. Amy’s smile can light up the room.

As I was tucking her in, I asked if she wanted to say a bedtime prayer …she didn’t answer….perhaps she didn’t know one. That would change, so help me God…again, wishful thinking.

I turned off the lights, about to leave, but instead sat on the end of the bed and prayed, asking God for guidance.

As I was praying, I heard a little angel’s voice in the dark say to me, “Are you going to be my Mama……

Amy:

I was in heaven that first night. Emma said I could soak in the tub for as long as I wanted, and didn’t have to share the bath water with her. I filled the tub several times, taking bubble baths; it was wonderful. Emma sat outside the open bathroom door and knitted until bedtime. I had my own room, with a full size bed with two clean white sheets, two of them. I had a beautiful handmade quilt to keep me warm, and another folded at the foot of the bed. This was the first time in my whole life that I actually had a bed of my own. Can you imagine that a whole bed all for me. There were four pillows nonetheless. Much of that night was a blur, but I remember being warm and sleepy after the bath, and Emma tucking me in, and I dreamt that she was my real Mama.

The next morning I played my first song on her piano, “Hot Cross Buns” it was easy, and then “Mary Had A Little Lamb”, and someday, I promised her, I would play the “Minute Waltz” for her in less than a minute.

I was living with her for a month when Emma gently brought up the subject of church. I didn’t know that people sang in church. I loved to sing.

After my lessons, Emma would play her piano, and we would sing songs together; silly songs, or happy songs, mixed in with hymns. On afternoon we bought blue material and thread together. Emma made me my first Choir robe, and I got to help. It had a beautiful white lace collar just like hers. One week before Christmas Emma took me shopping for a new dress. I had never owned a dress before, let alone new clothes, I always hand- me- downs, boys and girls. I never dreamed that she would buy me new shoes, plus a little white hat to cover my poor shorn head. I even had a pair of little white gloves, just like Emma’s, and a black beaded purse with a whole dollar in it to put in the collection plate.

My first time in church was Christmas morning. Emma introduced me to the congregation as her little angel from heaven. I stood next to Emma with my new robe over my new dress; we sang hymns. I sang my heart out. I was overwhelmed with the beautiful stained glass windows, the fresh flowers, the incense and the beautiful organ music.

There was a brown cardboard box, wrapped in gold paper underneath the tree with my name on it, waiting for me after church. There was a kitten in the box. A tiny male tabby with green eyes, and he was wearing a red Christmas bow. He was not a feral cat likes the ones on the Winslow’s farm. They ran away, or bit or scratched you when you tried to pick them up. Gabriel was a sweet little kitty.

I named my kitten after Gabriel, the archangel. Emma told me that the name Gabriel means “Man of God”. Well, my Gabriel was a sort of a man; he was a male, even though he was just a cat. Gabriel was my friend, my companion and protector. There was another box for me underneath the tree, a very small box. Inside was a gold pin…a small but intricate angel, cast in solid 18-karat gold. The pin was originally a gift from her mother when Emma sang in her first Christmas Choir. Of course I had other presents, new clothes, they are what Mother’s buy their children, but my eyes were only for Gabriel.

My mother is a woman of principal, and taught me to be a lady. She taught me that I was a good person, and that she was blessed to have me as her daughter. Emma loves me like her own daughter, and she made me promise her that I would never settle. Not that she is perfect, because Emma can be difficult at best when she wants to be.

She even took my side against her stepson, Rodney when he tried to force himself on me. I was just thirteen and he was twenty-five. Rodney’s mother died when he was fifteen, he always resented the fact that his father remarried. He left home when he was sixteen, only coming back from time to time when he needed money.

Rodney was drunk and was groping me. My blouse was ripped off and he had me pinned to the floor, forcing my legs apart. Gabriel jumped on Rodney’s neck, clawing and biting him, which allowed me to break free. I ran and locked myself in the bathroom. Later that day, Emma found me curled up in a ball the bathtub crying. Rodney was gone, but so were Gabriel. I never saw him again after that day.

I never saw Emma like that before. She was enraged and fearless when he confronted Rodney. He returned sober the next morning. He denied everything, calling me a whore and a liar, but the evidence was there; the bite and scratch marks on his neck and face were red and infected. There were bruises on my back and shoulders where he slammed me against my bedroom door frame, as he ripped my blouse off.

Emma told him to leave her house now, and that the Sheriff was looking for him. He laughed at her, saying that it was his father’s house even though his father left to her, stating, “By rights it should be mine, so go to hell.” He then took a bottle of milk out of the fridge, sat down with his feet on the kitchen table, and started drinking out of it, knowing that it was something Emma hated. He took two sips and then poured the rest on the floor.

He wasn’t laughing when Emma left the room and returned, pushing the barrel of a .410 gauge Mossberg Pump Shotgun loaded with double aught buckshot into his crotch, racking the action…he left in a hurry, and Emma wasted no time calling to report him. If he had succeeded in raping me, Emma would have shot his you-know-what off, before calling the Sheriff. There was no doubt in my mind about that.

I started gaining weight soon after that…. and I never saw Rodney again, until…

Gabriel:

“Well, Miss Jones, everything seems to be in order, you have the job. Do you have any questions?”

“Yes, is the apartment above the store for rent? I don’t go out much, and even though I drive, I don’t own a car, so if I lived here with my open availability, I could be downstairs working at a moment’s notice.”

Marvelous, everything was falling into place, but I didn’t want to appear too eager. I knew where she lived, it was a dump; she would be so much safer living here.

“It really needs to be cleaned, or at least painted first, although you will find that Zeta kept it spotless.”

“I’ll clean it,” she said hopefully “And I can paint, may I at least look at it?

“I suppose it won’t hurt,” I said smiling, and she rewarded me with another of her beautiful wholesome smiles, while I sighed to myself.

Amy:

Gabriel stood up smiling, and then offered me his hand, helping me to my feet, while putting his hand in the small of my back, “This way please.”

My goodness he is such a gentleman. Emma would just love him if I brought him to meet her, but those were just wishful thoughts. We then walked to the back of the store, and he opened the heavy steel fire door leading to the back stairs, and the outside door to the stairs. The stairs led to the second floor apartment. The stairway was double wide, and we walked up side by side, his hand still in the small of my back to keep me from falling.

“This building once housed a bank. It went belly up during the depression, when my Grandfather bought it. The vault is still in fine working order, as is the elevator. But of course walking is better for the heart, don’t you agree? If there is a fire, you may access the fire escape from the roof, through the roof’s fire door, or a bedroom window. The ladders will drop down to ground level when you pull the orange lever. Zeta had a little patio on the roof. She would sit outside when the weather permitted.”

Then he stopped. He gently took my small hands in his strong, large ones. Gabriel gave me goose bumps, and I was sure that I was blushing.

“Can you keep a secret, Ms. Jones?” He whispered, leaning close while looking into my eyes.

I just nodded, flustered, and my face was hot. I wanted to kiss him, or for Gabriel to kiss me.

“I know that I can trust you, I just feel it, even though we just met. The safe is hidden behind the paneling of the false wall in my office, nobody but Zeta or Mary knows about the safe or the combination. You are taking her place, and if I were to accidently lock myself in, and they are not around, somebody needs to know the combination to get me out,” I was telling a little white lie, the safe could be opened from the inside.

“Yes, yes, tell me, tell me the combination,” I was thinking, but then he leaned closer still, I could feel his breath on my face. I could smell cologne, blended with his maleness, as my toes were curling in my shoes, while I was trying to keep to my composure and not appear silly.

”It shall be our secret, Amy. I will give you the codes for the combination. Do you promise to keep it secret?”

“Yes,” I whispered closing my eyes, waiting for him to kiss me.

“Look to your Bible,” He whispered, “Proverbs 31:25 31:26.”

I was thinking, “This is so wonderful, the Bible and my favorite proverb, the good wife. Would I ever be married? Would I ever find my true love? Gabriel is so mysterious, a secret hidden vault, and he came out of nowhere, and chased that dirty vagrant away. He is so fit and handsome, blond hair, green eyes and a dimple in his chin. And he smells like, smells like….I wonder what testosterone smells like, he seems so masculine so intense…hmm…. I wonder what he tastes like. Bless my soul, what naughty thoughts.

I would love for him to hold me, to feel those muscles, and for him to kiss me….to make love to me, and for all of that, he is a gentleman. He just made me feel so special, our secret. And Mrs. Mueller; I saw how Gabriel treated her, his love and affection was genuine. I peeked and watched him button her coat and fix her scarf. Emma always said you could tell how a man will treat his wife, by how he treats his mother and this lady, wasn’t even his mother. For goodness sakes, Amy Jones, you need to compose yourself, and not let your imagination run wild”.

He let go of my hands, and we walked together to the apartment’s heavy steel security door. This building was like a fortress, burglar alarms, fire alarms and carbon monoxide detectors, plus fire sprinklers and a working fire escape. I would definitely be safe here.”

Gabriel punched a sequence of numbers on the keyboard to deactivate the burglar alarm, and then opened the deadbolt lock with a key before handing it to me…….was the apartment mine?

Gabriel:

“I was showing Amy the bathroom, explaining, “As you can see, the bathtub shower enclosure is handicapped accessible.

These sliding shower doors are polycarbonate and will never break.”

”It is just like being in a four star hotel bathroom,” Amy interrupted, “Heat lamps in the ceiling and my goodness, two shower heads. It has lighted mirrors, here is the fan switch, and look, a wall made from block glass privacy windows, and what beautiful sea green and red coral tile on the floor,” We went from room to room, and as Amy explored the apartment, the more excited she became.

I was thinking; “I haven’t heard that expression in years,” my goodness,” how delightfully refreshing to hear a young woman speak this way.” I was delighted by her enthusiasm, and overwhelmed with her joyful wholesome smile, her manner of speaking. Perhaps I should have kissed her in the stairwell……………

Amy:

I’ll take it!”

“But you haven’t seen the rest of the apartment,” He said, smiling, “There are three bedrooms and a large kitchen….”

”I’m sure that they will be fine.” I interrupted him again, before realizing that I had no money for a security deposit, and my hopes for getting it ,sank, but when I told him about my lack of funds, he proposed a compromise, and a reduction in the rent.

“I would like to use one of the bedrooms as an exercise room during the day, or to take a nap on occasion. I have a regular exercise routine that I follow; an hour of calisthenics and weights before breakfast. If I could use one room during the day, an extra ½ hour, or hour of exercise would do me some good; it would make me feel revitalized. Of course I will knock first, and in consideration I will waive the security deposit, and reduce the rent for storing my equipment. ”

Of course I agreed, I vowed to myself that I would save to pay the security deposit no matter what, and he could use the room after as much as he wanted. And besides, that could lead to other things?

Before we shook on it, he asked, “Amy may I ask one other small favor? Do you suppose that I could shower afterwards, I promise to clean up afterward?”

Gabriel:

I waited five months to make my next move. But before then, I made it a point to exercise dress only in shorts on Amy’s days off. No doubt she was aware of it; she found excuses to walk by the open door to watch me. I observed that Amy was slowly losing weight on her own. I also that she was fixing her long hair in different styles for me, hoping that I would notice. Of course I noticed, although often times the changes were quite subtle. I was always careful with her during work hours, careful to be professional, and not to show favoritism. The more time that I spend with her, the more delightful I found her to be. Amy is intelligent, insightful and thoughtful, and she blushes so nicely.

Her idea on how to streamline inventory actually cut the time in half. It was so obvious that it could have bit me on the…..let’s just say, the nose. The new line of organic vitamins, and herbal supplements has taken off like gangbusters, as have the reusable shopping bags made from recyclable materials.

I have decided that Amy’s weight loss should be for her and not for me. I still want to hold my beautiful brown eyes in my arms. I want to taste those cherub lips. More than anything I wanted to make love to her.

But how do you make love to a woman, a lady, who uses such wholesome expressions; “oh my goodness,” or “thank goodness,” or “bless my soul,” or “for goodness sake,” for example? This is my favorite…. when she as angry with a rude or difficult customer and needs to vent afterwards. Amy will look up to the ceiling and say “Lord, bless their souls and mine twice for my uncharitable thought,” how do you do it? How do you make love to an earth bound angel?

Amy:

When I woke up that morning, I marked the date on the calendar on the fridge. I was thinking that I have been here five months and already I have lost thirty pounds. I really want him to be proud of me. Gabriel notices everything, what I am wearing or how I fix my hair for him, no matter how subtle. We talk about everything, and he really listens, remembering what I tell him. He has already implemented several of my ideas. I don’t just work for Gabriel; I work beside him, because that’s how he makes me feel.

Sure, he is all business when we are on the clock, and he addresses me as Ms. Jones. But during break time, and especially when we are alone, he will tease me and call me brown eyes. I love it when he calls me that. I know that he schedules his breaks to be with me, just like he always manages to exercise in my apartment on my days off. I had just finished braiding my hair in side braid when there was a knock on the door.

“Ms. Jones, it’s me and I want to talk to you.”

Gabriel:

Brown eyes answered the door in a pale yellow robe, and I finally saw her tiny little bare feet, and she asked somewhat flustered. “I can be ready and dressed in 10 minutes. Is everything alright? Did somebody call in sick?”

“Yes and no beautiful, everyone is well. I took the day off. Your shift is covered so that you can have the day off. We have so much to do.” I stepped close and took her long braid in my hand, stroking it with my fingers.

“I don’t understand. If we are not working, what are we going to do?” Amy asked smiling and catching on.

“We are going to the zoo. It’s the perfect day for that, and then we are going to have snacks; orange juice, apple juice with the renown culinary delight, ants-on-a-log.”

“What is ants-on-a-log?” She asked.

I let go of her braid and made the motions with my hands, chopping my palm with the edge of the other, narrating, “First you take a whole celery stalk and cut it like this, chop, chop, chop; four inches long will do. And then…. you spread it, spread, spread, and spread, the middle with peanut butter or cream cheese.

Ours will have Brie with almonds or walnuts; the children’s will have peanut butter or cream cheese. Then finally, you add the raisins or walnuts (ants) to the log… poke, poke, poke,” I used my index finger to poke my palm,” there you have it, ants-on-a-log. After that we are going to fly box kites, the four of us. That will be followed by lunch; do you like sushi?”

Amy:

Gabriel took my hands, like he did on the stairwell and whispered. “There is one other thing that we are going to do today my beautiful, beautiful brown eyes, the most important thing of all.”

He put his arms around my now smaller waist; he pulled me close, and held me firmly, but gently. Not that I could have stopped him, because at six foot/ 160 lbs, Gabriel is all muscle. I did not want him to let go of me, I waited so long for this moment. He kissed my mouth and sighed, saying, “I have just kissed my angel.”

An angel! He called me his angel, and then he kissed me again. I wanted that kiss to last forever. I put my arms around his neck. I kissed him back; my heart was pounding in my chest. I had butterflies in my stomach and……

“And now, I have been kissed by my angel, and she is sweet, wholesome, and smart. Today we are going out on our first date, chaperoned of course, and you have an hour to get dressed, Amy. Do you mind if I have a cup of coffee while I am waiting?”

As I was dressing I thought, “From the moment that he smiled at me in my checkout line, I was infatuated with him. Gabriel can be so intense, so focused, when he wants to be. He chased that dirty vagrant away and was in complete control. Was I in love with the concept of being in love with Gabriel Bond? He is so strong…. and oh, so handsome; he is polite and kind, although at times, so intense, and unyielding in many of his opinions. I want his body, so there is definitely a physical attraction. Goodness what a marvelously naught thought.”

That was before his niece and nephew; those two precious little blond haired children, came to visit their Uncle Gabe at the Pharmacy.

They came running in shouting, “Uncle Gabe, Uncle Gabe, do the elephant; do the elephant, Uncle Gabe.”

I’ll never forget the look that came over Gabriel’s face, or his smile at seeing them. It was like the warm sunshine coming through the stained glass windows, while standing next to Emma on my first Christmas in church. It didn’t matter to him that the place was full of customers.

He scooped them both up in his strong arms, hugging them, and kissing them. They returned his affection, returned it in the way that only young, innocent children can. His love for them was as pure, and so bright as to be almost tangible, sunlight turned to pure, liquid gold. I could feel the warmth of his love enveloping me from across the room. How could a woman not love such a man; of course I loved this man for more than his looks, or for his hard body.

He put them down and pulled his lab coat over his head, not taking it off. He pulled his hand into his sleeve; extended it like an elephant’s trunk, while putting his other arm behind his back. Gabriel stamped his feet, and waved his arm like and elephant’s trunk, tickling them, bellowing and trumpeting like a real elephant; he had them laughing and squealing with delight.

He is generally so serious, so professional. I had never seen this wonderfully silly-spontaneous part of him. If I was ever to be his woman, I owed it to him to finally do something about my weight, and to discipline myself just like him……….

Gabriel:

Amy met me downstairs behind the building and I helped her into my Jeep Wrangler 4 X 4. She was wearing blue jeans with a red blouse, under a yellow hooded sweatshirt. I brought a nylon parka shell for her, just in case, because I had the canvas top down. Amy was absolutely beaming, when we pulled into my sister’s driveway. Mary was waiting for us with the children. When I helped my beautiful brown eyes out, and made the introductions, Ben was a little shy and just nodded, however. Cindy came right to the point. “Are you Uncle Gabe’s girlfriend?”

Amy:

I can’t remember when I had such a wonderful time, or when I was with such well behaved children. They had just turned five, and they had such large vocabularies. They ordered their meals in Japanese, just like their uncle, and then used their chopsticks like experts. Cindy wouldn’t let me sit next to Gabriel in the restaurant. I sat next to Ben who now, over his initial shyness, was a little chatter box, telling me about his microscope, and his dog, and…I’m sure that you the picture.

When Gabriel took Ben to bathroom, Cindy announced matter of factually, that she was going to marry Uncle Gabriel when she grew up. The look on her face was so serious. Although, when I took her to the bathroom, she asked me to side braid her hair like mine.

When I finished, I said, “Goodness my dear. You look so much older and sophisticated with your hair like that. Why you could pass for seven. Perhaps we girls could go shopping together sometime.”

I was rewarded with the most wonderful smile. I picked Cindy up and let her sit on the vanity so that she could see herself. As she looked, she lifted her chin and smiled. Cindy then looked at me and said, “You can be his girlfriend for now, Amy but I’m still going to marry him…

After we brought the children home, we visited with Mary and Charlie for awhile, and they showed me pictures of Gabriel as a child. Afterward, Gabriel took me to one of his fields to watch the deer, the sunset, and finally the stars.

We parked on seasonal dirt road near a stand of mature and stately Sugar Maple trees. I was getting the blankets and binoculars out of the back seat. When I turned to hand them to him, Gabriel was nowhere to be seen. It was like he disappeared into thin air.

I started walking slowly, in a circle, looking and calling for him, “Gabriel, are you playing hide and go seek? Where are you?”

“Quiet brown eyes, you are scaring the deer.”

I turned to the sound his voice, he was not there. I turned back, looking to see if he was hiding behind the tree in front of me.

“You’re looking for love in all the wrong places, Amy Jones…but I’m not.”

I turned again to find Gabriel handing upside down, with the back of his knees wrapped around the branch of the tree. He reached out, took my face in his hands, kissed my mouth and said, “I’m looking at love.”

Then he reached up bending at the waist, while grabbing the branch with his hands to swing himself upwards, downward and gracefully dropped to the ground, like a cat……….

Gabriel:

We spread the blanket on grass, neither of us caring to watch for deer. We lay down to touch, and to kiss, quite intimately.

I wanted so much to make love to her. However, I wanted the first time with her to be special, and memorable; I owed her that.

I could tell she was aroused. I could smell her. I could feel Amy’s wetness through her jeans. It was driving me crazy. I had to keep reminding myself, discipline Gabriel discipline………..

Amy:

I was so horny, that I could hardly stand it. I wanted him to make love to me…. I was so wet….he must have known. His kisses and his touches; his manhood pressed up against me were so wonderful, why was he waiting? We lay there for a long time wrapped in the blankets and not talking. We just snuggled and watched the stars, my God how I loved him. I could deny him nothing.

“Gabriel, there is something I have to tell you.”

“I know what you are going to say,” He replied before kissing me.

“You do,” I replied hopefully.

“Yes, but first let me say that I am very proud of you, and the weight that you have lost.”

“I did for you.” I replied, reaching up, and touching his face.

“I know you have, my love, my beautiful brown eyes.”

I felt myself melting into him as our eyes met, his green eyes, and mine brown. I saw a look of pure, love on his face.

I experienced the intense heat of our souls as they merge as one. I could feel our twin hearts beating as one. I could feel our shared blood coursing through our veins.

Gabriel then whispered, “Can you feel it, Amy? God in heaven, with all his stars, his angels are looking down on us. They are blessing us, welding our psyches together in a bond stronger then the nucleus of an atom. Can you just feel it, brown eyes, my Amy…my love?”

He made me promise that I would lose the weight, not for him, but for myself, for my health. I found a well of strength that night, a discipline, a discipline that would change my life forever; for me but mostly for him………………..

Gabriel:

“I noticed a marked change in Amy after that night, a new confidence, to go with her wholesome goodness and sweetness. She completely changed her eating habits and we started taking most of our meals together. We were inseparable, doing and going everywhere together. I couldn’t imagine living without her now and, I knew that she felt the same about me.

I noticed that she was eating several very small meals a day, and always measured portions. Fast foods, or high calories convenience foods, were all but eliminated; she ate what I ate.

We started exercising together, calisthenics and aerobics. Eventually, I started her on some light weights while I worked out with the kettle bells. I bought us a new heavy bag. I taught her some basic kick boxing techniques, specifically maintaining her balance when kicking. I was taught her the way I was taught, with my hands held behind my back. I also taught her some simple judo throws, and blows to the face with the palms of her hands.

By September, Amy was down to a healthy and fit 130 lbs. She was turning heads on a regular basis. I was receiving many intimate hugs and kisses from her, and my family adored her, especially Zeta.

We were spending a great deal of time at my place, and by the end of October Amy had moved in with me. She was sharing my home but not my bed. We slept in separate bedrooms at night, after cuddling on the couch, watching, movies or listening to music…. whatever. I had to ratchet up my exercise routine to vent my frustrations, and I was taking cold showers until my lips turned blue…just kidding about the blue lips, not the showers. Showers, now that’s a thought…showering with Amy….. down boy, down…..200 hundred additional sit ups for you; discipline, Gabriel. Unfortunately, Emma did not approve of this arrangement and made excuses not to meet me.

It’s funny how things work out for the best. Zeta moved back from Florida, and was living in her old apartment again, another reason why Amy moved in, but not the main one. When she found out I was seeing Amy, Zeta did everything but cartwheels. It didn’t bother her a bit that we were living together although she hinted marriage and babies, lots of babies; “start working on the babies, now,” she said.

As I said, before; I wanted everything to be special, and it was time to meet Emma. Amy warned me that Emma could be confrontational and difficult at best. Especially since she didn’t like the fact that Amy was living with me, innocent though it was. That needs repeating because it was putting a strain on Amy and Emma’s relationship. The day that I met her was interesting to say the least. I still haven’t figured out why Emma changed her mind, because if push came to shove, Amy and I would just elope.

Amy:

Emma could be difficult at times, but after talking with Zeta and I together, she did promise to give Gabriel a chance; to keep an open mind. She also agreed to cook Sunday dinner if I would spend the Saturday night before, and then attend church with her Sunday morning. Emma was very proud of my weight loss, having kept her slim figure well into her sixties. She wanted to show me off. I didn’t know that Zeta could be so charming, or knew her Bible the way that she did. They asked each other questions, and the first one not to know the answer lost; after hours of questions, Zeta won.

Gabriel let me use his Jeep, having taught me to drive a stick, and I loved driving it. Emma and I went grocery shopping for Sunday dinner and then we took in a movie. The plans were that I was going to take Emma home first. Return the Jeep to my sweetheart, who would bring me back to spend the night. He would meet us at Emma’s after church that Sunday afternoon.

The weather report predicted severe thunderstorms after midnight, but they hit early, around 9:00 PM. We were getting out of the movies when the storm started. I telephoned Gabriel to tell him that we were leaving for Emma’s, and that I would see him in 45 minutes or so. I took my time, driving slowly. We had to detour because a downed tree hit a main transformer, knocking out the power out to Emma’s road. Once we arrived, Emma unlocked the door, and we entered with our arms full of groceries. We were laughing and still talking about the movie we had just seen, a comedy.

Goodness gracious, what a funny movie it was. We would light some candles, and when Gabriel brought me back, we would make popcorn and just talk. Emma has a gas stove and electricity or not, the hand pump for the well still worked, therefore, Sunday dinner was still on.

The house was pitch-black, when we made our way to the kitchen. I thought I heard a car pull into the driveway, but I could not see reflections from headlights, so it must have been a car driving in to turn around. As we entered the kitchen, there was a dark hulk of a shape, sitting at the kitchen table……………………..

Gabriel:

My beautiful Lady was an hour late, and I had not heard from her. That is not like Amy, she would call to tell me any changes of plans and I, her. Particularly with the weather being so bad, and she was not answering her cell phone. I had a very uneasy feeling about it, almost a feeling of dread; it was getting worse by the minute. There was an anonymous envelope left in my mailbox this morning that I didn’t get to. Could that have something to do with her being late? I was going to ask Emma permission to marry Amy on Sunday. As I said I, wanted the first time with her to be special. I could wait until we were married.

If Emma said yes, great! I would marry Amy in her Methodist church, Catholic though I am, and settle with mine afterward. If no, I would marry her regardless. My love for Amy is stronger than any ceremony , but I know how much it would please my love for us to marry in her church, as well as placate her Mother. If I don’t hear from Amy in the next half-hour, I’m driving out there, the storm be damned.

Amy:

“Well hello, Mommy what I nice surprise,” The hulk said, pleasantly, enough, as he was shining his flashlight in our faces, “I didn’t expect your whore to be here, but it will save me the trouble of tracking her down.”

“Get out of my house!” Emma exclaimed, squinting, while backing to a corner and reaching behind her.

“Is this what you are looking for?” He laughed, reaching down, and then slamming Emma’s shotgun on the table, making us jump.

“We are going to have a little orgy, and your little angel is going to be passed around while you watch. The orgy will start just as soon as my partner and an old friend of Amy’s arrive. They are in the driveway, and I just sent them a text,” He held up his cell phone with its lit screen as evidence.

“Leave her alone,” Emma said, calmly, “Is it money you want?” You can have it. I’ll sign over the house to you.”

“I don’t need your money, mommy dearest, it’s a matter of principle. You went against family. You went against me, your own son. I’m a businessman in Mexico now. My business it’s very profitable and virtually tax free, not counting a bribe her and there. I am going to introduce dear Amy to the joys of heroin, and give her a job turning tricks for rich business men. When she is no longer pretty, or no longer of use to me, there all plenty of dives in Tijuana that will buy her. I’m sure by then she will have five or six good years left by then, afterward?”

Rodney left afterward and the implications hang in the air, I shivered, trying not to think about them.

I closed my eyes; my thoughts went out to him, “Our twin hearts beating as one, our shared blood is coursing through our veins. Our love stronger than the bonds of a nucleus of an atom, Gabriel……………………….

Gabriel:

My heart was beating wildly in my chest as I thought of her, and what she said to me that night, “our twin hearts beating as one.” I could feel my blood rushing through my veins, our veins, as our souls merged, our psyches touched. God help anyone who tried to harm her…if it was Rodney, old scratch would sort things out.

I grabbed the keys to the Toyota Camry, another of Amy’s suggestions. It was the company vehicle that I bought to deliver prescriptions to shut-ins or elderly customers, and our deliveries for prescriptions increased by almost thirty percent. I hurriedly grabbed a spare magazine, and shoved the Glock in my jacket pocket…good enough, or so I thought at the time. As I raced through the storm, I called Emma’s home phone on my cell….please my love, answer if you can……….

Amy:

I knew it; I did hear a vehicle pull into the driveway. The headlights must have been turned off.

“Hail, hail the gangs all here, and were going to have a gang bang folks, staring Amy Jones,” Rodney said laughing.

One man entered the house stamping his feet and shaking the water from his clothes, while carrying two bottles of tequila. He was a Hispanic man, with a pock marked face, “Is there any way to turn the lights on so I can get a good look at our new puta?” He asked in heavenly accented broken English.

“No, we’re the last house on the road, and the last to get our power back on. With the transformer out it can take days, use your flashlight mi amigo. But pardon my manners, meet my man, Miguel, he kills people.”

Rodney made the introductions while the thug was shinning the light in my face. The second man walked in carrying a large duffle bag. I had to squint from the blinding light, and I could smell the marijuana on him, mixed with his reeking body odor….dear God in heaven, no, it was him…. I was thinking, “please call Gabriel”, the telephone in the kitchen started ringing…..

Gabriel:

I’m almost there…what are those red flashing lights up ahead? I had to stop, and the Sherriff deputy turned me back, advising me that the road was closed off on both ends because of the storm, with power lines were down all over the place. I drove away and then stopped when I was out of his sight. I got out and ran with my cell phone to my ear; ringing, ringing and then finally she answered “hello………

Amy:

Rodney got the candles out of the cupboards and lit them; the other two were passing a bottle back and forth. They tied Emma to a kitchen chair with the rope from the duffle and then they duct taped her mouth. They were arguing who would have me first, and how. I was surprisingly calm, and was thinking “discipline, Amy, Gabriel is on his way,”….and then the telephone started ringing and they stopped and looked at one another.

Rodney pointed the shotgun at me, and then at the telephone, “Answer it. Make it short and sweet,” He then rummaged through the duffle bag and removed a leather case containing pre-filled hypodermic needles full of heroin.”

I answered it, “Hello?”

“Amy, are you alright?”

“Oh, Hello, Mrs. Landers….. No, Emma can’t come to the phone right now.”

“Are you in danger? Is Rodney there?”

“Yes, it’s good to hear from you too…… Yes, of course we can pick you up on the way to church tomorrow morning. You know how much we enjoy your company.

“How many are there, Amy?”

“No, just the three of us…….I think the sermon will be Proverbs 31:25 31:26.”

“I’m in the driveway out of sight. Don’t be surprised by anything that happens; I love you brown eyes.”

I was ready to save goodbye when Spike, can you believe it that was the dirty pothead’s name. Spike snatched the telephone, putting it to his ear.

Rodney shook his head, frowning. He put his finger to his lips, and held his hand out for the telephone. Spike gave him the phone and then Rodney covered the mouthpiece with his hand.

“Relax; it’s just Susan Landers, our new whore’s old Sunday school teacher. Let her finish the call or the old biddy will get suspicious.”

Rodney then handed me the phone, giving me a mean look and then took a swig of tequila…………

Gabriel:

There was a momentary silence on the phone and it seemed like an eternity….did they suspect? Do they know I’m here?

“No, everything is fine,” My clever lady said, telling me about Rodney and two others, not knowing. “It must be the storm………..I love you too Mrs. Landers, see you soon.”

I slowly made my way to the house, glancing quickly into to the kitchen window, good all accounted for. And then, I quietly walked around the house looking for a way in. I climbed a large elm tree; with a tire swing tied to it and swung myself onto the roof of the second story porch. I entered through a bedroom window and left it open for a quick getaway……

Amy:

They decided that Spike would go first. Rodney held my arms and cruelly twisted them while Spike pulled a large folding knife out of his pocket and grabbed my long ponytail.

“It seems that you’re not a fat pig anymore, but you’re still a stuck-up whore. You know you want me, why fight it. Be a good little slut and stand still while I cut all of your clothing off, and then most of your hair.”

“I was going to have it cut short regardless, slut” Rodney explained, twisting my arms, “Short haired- blond bimbos are all the rage now. Stop struggling, because after Miguel gives you your shot, you are going to beg to be fucked to get your fix.”

Miguel took a swig of tequila, and then picked up the hypo, when suddenly he started choking and coughing, and everybody jumped including me. Gabriel got in the house somehow, and let loose, bellowing and trumpeting like an elephant, while stomping his feet, much louder than I ever heard him do so before.

When they recovered, Rodney said to Spike, “Check it out,” and he looked at the hypo that Miguel dropped and then stepped on, frowning.

“Why me, man, you guys both have guns?” Spiked replied.

Because we have to leave, now. Miguel is taking her out to the van…..” Gabriel let loose again but this time even louder and they all jumped again except for Miguel.

“Hey man, that motherfucker is crazy…..” Spike started to say.

Sneering, Rodney interrupted him, “Listen you asshole. If you want to work for me, you had better grow a set of balls! Think of the fringe benefits, man, the warm climate, and all the pot you ever dreamed of plus the free whores, including her.”

“What if he has a gun?” Spike asked.

“Take the shotgun you pussy,” Rodney said, letting go of my arms and picking it up from the table. He shoved the shotgun into Spike’s chest and forced a laugh, “I can’t believe you are afraid of a pharmacist……….

Gabriel:

I heard Spike coming up the stairs stamping his feet, while shouting and howling like a sickly coyote on estrogen, the copy-cat, “I’m going to kill you, motherfucker.”

I slipped out the window, and closed it quietly, climbing back down the tree. The wind had picked up now, and the torrential rain was coming down in sheets, accompanied by deafening thunder, and blinding lightning. Depending on your point of view, it was either frightening, or exhilarating….I chose exhilarating, I always was a little on the reckless and wild side.

I could see Rodney looking out the kitchen window. Miguel was tying Amy’s arms behind her back with the remaining rope left in the duffle bag. It was time to dial 911 while they were distracted looking for me. I removed the wet cell phone from my pants pocket; great, the screen was blank. Damn it, it must be the rain, and to make matters worse my pistol had fallen out of my pocket and could be anywhere. I had to stop them from leaving, but how? Where was John Wayne when you needed him……….

Amy:

“He’s not up here,” Spike called from the top of the stairs.

“What do you mean he’s not up there, we all heard him?” Rodney called back, “Did you search every room?”

“Yes, under the beds, everywhere,” Spike answered.

“Then come on back down.” Rodney ordered. Then turning to me, he grabbed my face, squeezing cheeks together while shaking my head from side to side.

“It appears your boyfriend turned tail and ran. He abandoned you just like your real mother did. Did your case worker ever tell you that your real mother was a heroin addict, and a whore, who sold you for a fix? I had to grease a lot of palms, and pay some hefty bribes to get the records unsealed, but it was worth it. Do you think that he will still want you when he finds that out? Or when he finds out that you were gang banged, raped, and hooked on heroin. I promise we are going to made good use of your mouth, your asshole and your cunt, and but necessarily in that order. Like mother like daughter, Amy.”

When Rodney let go of my face, I looked up meeting his eyes, defiantly smiling at him. I didn’t know and I didn’t care now. I was Emma’s daughter and she was my mother. Rodney brought his hand back over his head and said, “I’m going to slap that smile off,” when a brick came crashing through the window, and then another brick, and then another. They were the bricks that bordered Emma’s bushes and flower gardens.

Gabriel trumpeted and bellowed like an elephant for a third time, mocking their ability to find or stop him. Good, the police should be here any moment now…..

Gabriel:

I managed to flatten all the tires on their Cadillac Escalade, and then puncture the radiator with the Swiss Army Knife Zeta gave me for Christmas, God bless her. I also removed one of the distributer wires on the Jeep to keep it from starting. It is not like they can call for a taxi on a night like this with the road closed, and the nearest house is almost a mile away. Damn, I sure botched things. What will Amy think of me now? Fortunately neither she nor Emma is hurt. I hope the bottom feeders come outside. At least I will have a slight advantage of the dark and the weather; focus, Gabriel, focus……

Amy:

Spike came running down the stairs into the kitchen with the shotgun in his hands, he looked scared.

“You idiot, you let him get away? Give me that damn shotgun,” Rodney snatched it away from him, “Now give Miguel your knife,”

he ordered, and like a whipped puppy, Spike did as he was told.

“Miguel, kill that brick throwing son of a bitch, and cut off his balls. When you bring them back, we will see if his whore is still laughing at us.”

“Si with pleasure,” Miguel said laughing. He was not the least bit shaken, “Señor Elephant has the big balls, but not for long”

Miguel opened the second bottle of tequila, took a long swig, and then handed it to Rodney who took a swig as well. They did not offer it to the disgraced Spike. Miguel then went to the duffle bag and removed a 12 Gauge double barrel shotgun. The barrels were illegally cut back to twelve inches, and the stock sawed off at the pistol grip. I noticed that it had double triggers, one in front of the other….where were the police?

Taking his time, he pushed the side lever to one side, opened it and looked down the barrels…He carefully inserted two shotgun shells, and closed it gently until the barrels locked in place with a snick…. he then sighed and kissed it.

Turning to me he said, “I’m going to cut off his balls and make a necklace for you to wear around your neck, puta.” Picking up a flashlight from the kitchen table, Miguel walked out the back door…

Gabriel:

Miguel’s flashlight wasn’t of much use in the pouring sheets of rain. The beam was reflected and dispersed in all directions. He did a very thorough search of the grounds though, noticing the flat tires, and the leaking radiator. I could hear him cursing in Spanish underneath his breath as I tried to remain hidden.

If I could just keep from getting shot, and get the shotgun away from him….yes that’s it….almost there…just a little closer….I then leaped from the tree The best case scenario was landing squarely on both his shoulders with my feet, and driving him to ground breaking his back. Luck was not mine that night; I only caught his left shoulder, a glancing blow, knocking him down. I heard his collar bone snap, and I may have possibly dislocated his arm, as he went down with a grunt.

I rolled to one side, jarred myself from the impact, thinking, “Damn I am too old for this. I think that I may have sprained my ankle…well, so much for that idea.”

Miguel came up on his knees with a look of surprise on his face that was replaced with pain and then he mastered them both, smiling.

His left arm was hanging to one side, useless and obviously dislocated. He stood and picked up his shotgun from the muddy ground his right hand. He then brought the trigger guard it up to his temple, with the barrels pointed up into the air, as if saluting me. I got slowly to my feet, and looked him straight in the eyes, asking for no quarter, even though I had failed. Both of us were in pain, and Miguel was hurt far more then I. We stared and then came to a final silent understanding.

“I think that I shall let you keep your balls, Gabriel.” He said quietly, in perfect, English, the accent now completely gone, “I will take your pretty Lady as my own. I give you my word, as one man to another, that no one will ever touch her but me. When, I tire of her, and I certainly shall in time, Amy will be returned unharmed, and in perfect health to her mother.

Sighing, Miguel brought the shotgun up in front of him like a pistol, aimed and touched off both barrels………

Amy:

I noticed that Rodney was good at giving orders, and not good for much else…perhaps he was afraid for all his bluster, he didn’t go outside to help them. He certainly was a tough guy when it came to women, or cowards, like Spike. I noticed the deference that he showed Miguel, even though he employed him, and gave the orders. Rodney was afraid of him… I certainly was.

I know this sounds simplistic. Miguel is a very bad man. The opposite of Gabriel who is a very good man, yet they both smell like testosterone. That being the case I would never take up with a killer like him. They have a way about them because they are both men’s men; one good, one not. He told me what Miguel said that night, and I found that hard to believe. Gabriel assured me that Miguel, if that was his real name was telling the truth, explaining it was a twisted sort of honor, but honor for a respected opponent nonetheless, saying, “Killer or not, he was one tough, fearless son of a bitch.”

Many women are attracted to men of Miguel’s type, primarily for the sex. Certainly not for love; they end up in poverty, or as addicts, as whores or worse. Dead at an early age, with very few finding redemption. Spike simply reeks, and Rodney…well, Rodney has no smell to speak of….he just a big, blank hulk. He was now was looking out the kitchen window, with a death grip on Emma’s shotgun, while Spike was trying to drink himself into a stupor.

When Rodney noticed Spike drinking, he walked over and then snatched the bottle from him, barking, “Go outside and help him look. Maybe the cold rain will sober you up.”

“But what if he has a gun?” Spike asked a second time.

“If he had a gun he wouldn’t be throwing bricks, stupid. Obviously he doesn’t have a gun, or can’t call the police for some reason. They would have been here by now.”

Spike was just walking out the door with the flashlight and a large kitchen knife, when we heard the explosion………

Gabriel:

The concussion from the back pressure of the shotgun as the barrels exploded from the mud obstructed bores was deafening. The bulk of the metal hot fragments, wood splinters and deformed lead shot, were directed back at Miguel. I was peppered with the smaller metal fragments, and a smattering of #4 lead shot, or so I thought. I felt myself, assured that none the pellets or metal fragments penetrated no more than 1/8 of an inch deep. Thank God, the blast spared my eyes. I must have looked like a bloody mess, being sprayed with the blood from Miguel’s neck, and lower face, now a bloody ruin. When I opened my eyes, he was lying on his side; dead. I was nauseous and wanted to throw up, but I could not afford that luxury. I choked back my vomit. I wouldn’t stop until I was dead, or until I knew that Amy and her mother were safe. My heart was pounding, with renewed adrenaline racing through my veins. I stood up a second time, impervious to the pain, my love for Amy, and the joy of still being alive to marry her was all that I needed to sustain me.

The rain had started letting up when Spike came running up. He shined the flashlight on us. We must have looked like ghoulish, nightmarish figures, in the diffused and reflected light. I was covered in gore and blood, mine and Miguel’s. I unconsciously had wiped my mouth and face with my hand a few times, smearing things around a bit. And with Miguel’s lower face missing, it may have looked to Spike as if I just ate it. Spike was frozen in place, his mouth wide open. I watched the large chef’s knife drop from his nerveless fingers to the ground. He looked up at me; I smiled and said to him matter-of-factually, “You’re next.”

Spike, what a joke… he screamed like a little girl, and bolted in the opposite direction of the house. I could hear Rodney calling from the open door for them to answer him, and I could vaguely make out his shape, holding the shotgun. I let loose for the last time bellowing and trumpeting, damn that hurt. I watched as Rodney slammed the door shut and lock it…………..

Amy:

Rodney turned to look at us, and I smiled, “It appears that Gabriel just took out Miguel, your ace-in-the-hole, and I bet Spike ran away, again. Don’t even think about laying a hand on either of us, or there is no telling what Gabriel will do to you.”

Rodney ignored me and walked over to his stepmother, removing the tape from Emma’s mouth.

“Where to you keep the extra shells for the shotgun?”

“What do you mean extra shells? Didn’t you bring any?” she asked.

“No why would I? Where are the extra shells?” He asked again.

I saw a smile spread across Emma’s face, “I take it you didn’t check to see if it was loaded?”

Rodney stared at her for a few seconds, a look of confused anger on his face. He frantically cycled the slide action of the shotgun; empty.

Emma started laughing, Rodney stood there staring at the unloaded shotgun.

“It’s not funny, Mom.” I said to Emma………….

Gabriel:

I entered the house a second time through the upstairs window. I quietly limped downstairs and watched the scenario unfold from around the corner. Rodney was cycling the action of the empty shotgun. I was waiting for my opportunity. I was a little dizzy, and it was hard to breath from my exertions and blood loss. “Perhaps I was in shock,” I thought fuzzily, “but, I have a job to finish.”

All right, I was a mess, but damn it, I was resolved to see this to the end, even if it killed me.

As I watched, my brave girl beat me to it. The hell with John Wayne, I had my Amy. Despite having her hands tied behind her back, Amy kicked him squarely between his legs. She did it gracefully, precisely and with perfect balance. I was so proud of her. All that exercising, light weight training and rudimentary kick boxing lessons had paid off.

The shotgun clattered to the floor as the Rodney sank to his knees holding onto his crushed testicles.

“It’s not funny Mom, it’s pathetic,” Rodney looked up at her from the floor, Amy kicked him square in the face, knocking him unconscious

“That’s for the first time that you tried to rape me, you bastard. And this is for what you were going to do to me, you asshole,” She kicked him again between the legs, “And this is for good measure,” She kicked his gonads a third time, saying, “May God forgive me.”

“For goodness sake, I think that he gets the point, brown eyes,” I limped into the room, holding my Swiss Army Knife, the big blade out, ready to cut the rope, thinking, “Thank God, they are safe,” and that was the last thing that I remembered……………..

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