Lifes Strange Turns Part 1
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361 Life`s a dad loss…but
“It says James Edmond Maddison on the licence in his wallet, lives out on the marsh near Brooklands” the policeman looked at the remains with gloom, he was addressing a fireman over the remains of the old ford consul just being slid onto a recovery truck from the dyke (known locally here on the marsh as drains). The car would never run again, “the girls got a chance I reckon, and the woman is nearly uninjured, just one broken arm and both wrists the ambulance man said but the driver had no bloody chance.” His companion nodded at the rest of his crew, washing the mud from the road and wielding brooms, “We will be off in a moment,” he sighed “ah well it`s sad, but it all adds to the overtime…”
The family. less the son, Terry, had been going to Hythe, not their nearest town but Dora`s favourite for shopping and she needed shopping, Patty, the daughter, had needed a new dress for another party, The car driven by her hubby Jim, had hit a patch of spilt diesel on a bend in the wet road, it had slithered into the dyke at speed, knocking out and trapping the driver, and the girl in the back and breaking Dora`s wrists as she held on to the dashboard.
Sadly Jim, had been trapped underwater, and his wife had been unable to help him, despite the efforts of two plucky truck drivers.
The funeral was a fortnight later, Dora`s wrists still in plaster, her son Terry at her side, Patty, still in hospital, stable and recovering slowly. The extended family were in attendance of course, proving the adage ‘when there`s a will there`s a relative…. just a couple of aunts, an uncle and a nephew…and his brother Jay, who had not spoken in years! all that they had left now.
It was Dora`s first day at home, Terry with the help of the two nearest neighbours having seen to everything, undertaker, church, even catering at the local pub, nothing fancy but a nice send off,
The mourners having left, it was a sad couple that returned home that afternoon, Mrs Tart, the nearest Neighbour having seen to Dora`s personal needs during the day, her and her husband Peter having fetched Dora from the hospital that very morning, both had now gone home so the house seemed strangely quiet, echoing, empty without dad just the two of them coming to terms with their new situation.
Terry, knowing she needed his strength, dancing attendance on his sad mother, despite his own grief,
They had sat yet again, with tea, strong and sweet, tea and sympathy, all kindly folk could think of, unable to find the words! It had filled her bladder and she now knew she would soon need to pee, however there was a problem. Plastered wrists meant though she could hold a cup, clumsily, even feed herself just, but beyond that she was grip-less like at the moment, dressing and undressing, even simple things like washing…well she knew they were hopeless.
Here she was, with a 15year-old virgin lad, his hormones no doubt at their peak, lacking sexual control or experience, and probably knowledge too, and she was helpless… they were alone, and she was going to be totally reliant!
She quietly said, “look son, this is going to be embarrassing for us both, I can`t do much for myself so I am going to have to rely on you for everything, and some of them will be way out of your normal scope, its lucky its summer holidays or you would be at school!” he snorted keeping a straight face, and saying “for you mum I would have had time off, sacrificed going in to that wonderful seat of learning I love so much, each day…” she grinned, the first chink of humour between them since the accident.
“Seriously Terry, I will need things that are going to embarrass you and I`m not sure that you have the …oh …sod it, look boy I have seen you taking sneaky squints at me and your sister, I understand about young lads and hormones, wanting to know about the opposite sex etc, well now will be your chance… I can`t do a blessed thing for myself, so you will have too, sorry but that includes washing me, dressing me, and wiping my arse, and so on, so we had best get it straight from the start ok”
He stood perhaps a little stunned by the revelation, then said “whatever it takes mum, your my mum and I love you, and you did it for me as a k**, so I hope it won`t be too much of a trial for you, now dads not here” he paused a tear fell from her eye, so he went quickly on “And didn’t know you had seen me peeking, I just hadn’t, well, the truth is, I still haven’t seen a woman without clothes except in my friend Tommy `s magazine of course”
She was touched. “ok, well we shall have to treat this as a secret learning situation between us mind, I don’t want you`re mates sniggering about it, did dad never give you a birds and bees lecture then?”
“`erm, No, well I think he was a bit too embarrassed and left it to the school, and whatever happens here with you mum, I promise on my honour I won`t share it ever…!”
She stood, her drawing him too her awkwardly with both casts, then she kissed him, and said “well I need to pee, so without being too nosey reach up under my dress and slide off my knickers, and when I am more comfortable, we can move on, and I promise not to be too uptight ok!”
Nodding, he knelt in front of her, looked pointedly up into her eyes and reaching under her black skirt, feeling for the top of her knickers, never once glancing anywhere but deep into her eyes, His clumsy fingers sliding the briefs from over her ample hips and down to her ankles where she stepped out from her shoes and the loose
pink garment one foot at a time.
She nodded, he rose, and she led them both to the downstairs toilet where she turned, he reached round her and lifted her skirt at the back, again eyes fixed on hers. As she sat to pee, he retreating to the hallway until finished rose and came to him, she having managed to flush the thing herself using her good elbow. She thanked him for his discretion, and then fixing him with a stern eye sent him to fetch the discarded shoes and knickers and to then come to her room.
He scuttled away then followed her upstairs. In her room, her first time since leaving that fateful day, she saw Jim`s work trousers, still hooked over the chair, where he had left them in the hurry as he change that afternoon. She sat hard on the bed, and Terry, realising the situation quickly swept the things away into the wardrobe out of sight, cursing himself for not having thought. He having stayed at the tarts for a few days, and the room his parents room had always been…well, sort of sacred, I spose, so he hadn’t been in it since that fateful day
They sat together on the big bed, she knowing that she needed to face up to the situation and he wishing he had checked the room to save her the grief.
She shook her head as if to clear it, then determinedly she stood and addressed him, “Ok my laddo, let`s get all the shocks out of the way at once…ok?” now, I will just stand
up and you sir can undress me, …completely… not believing his luck he stood and with trembling fingers and nodding that he understood, he silently began to remove the black outer clothes picked from his mother`s wardrobe by Mrs Tart just for the funeral.
First was a cardigan, simple buttons ,not overly embarrassing, so he slipped it from the shoulder and place it folded on the bed, it gave him a second or two to calm himself before removing the other more intimate clothes, He had hoped and dreamed of just this situation, removing slowly his mothers clothes, but this seemed so wrong somehow, here she was his own mum, a live female, a woman he had coveted time and time again, but she was not letting him undress her for sex, as he had always fantasized, but more for necessity, a crash course, crash, there was an inappropriate word, that must have been near hiding at the front of his brain.
She quietly reminded him not to daydream, they were here for a purpose, and blushing he apologised, then slowly began again on the buttons of the blouse, saying honestly, “I have fantasized about doing this for a couple of years now, but now, like this, oh mum, it`s horrible, it`s not the way I dreamed” tears fell as he continued, both the unbuttoning and the explanation, ”it`s not you mum, your lovely, but I dreamed it would be oh so different mum, you giving me what I so wanted, for fun, not necessity, not because we needed too,”
Desperately trying to hang on to her resolve, Dora`s heart-beat quickened, he was pouring out his love for her in an Honest way he never would have before, he would never have had the need or the mental strength, to tell her his thoughts about her or even this subject, he was growing up before her own eyes! She fixed him with a look that said she was not offended but touched, flattered, and sad all in one go, the blouse was open now, her brassier in view, as he slid the white and fortunately sleeveless blouse from her shoulders and manoeuvred the thing from the clumsy casts. He folded it up and lay it with the jumper, it was for some reason the catalyst, her emotional dam broke it was all just too much.
She suddenly sat down, her legs not strong enough to support her now emotional body, sadness coursing through her, she cried, the first time in the presence of her offspring, since the accident, she cried, sobbing her heart out, her son on the bed beside her arms quickly round her, holding her, supporting her as she sobbed into his quickly proffered hanky.
Five minutes or more, passed, finally she had cried enough… for Jim, her beloved Jim, for Patty still under sedation, and for the realisation that Terry, her Terry, this caring, tender, loving lad, an obvious virgin, with muddled emotions, in love with his mum in a way he was finding hard to come to terms with, was now the man of the house, stepping up to the plate like the man his dad had always been.
He lay her tenderly back onto the pillows, lifted her legs up onto the bed and covered her with a blanket, the wise Mrs Tart having warned him about her needing to grieve, letting her cry when the dam broke, and the expression of grief she so needed to have, about letting, her cry it out.
She slept, he picked up the blouse. held it to his nose inhaled her scent, smiled weakly then then descended to the kitchen to appease a youngsters appetite. Thinking to himself that this lesson could wait, he needed food.
It was dark when she finally awoke, he was sat at her bedside, reading by the light of the bedside lamp, waiting for her return to this world.
She thanked him for caring, and letting her sleep, asked the time, then said she needed to pee again, he helped her to the bathroom, as before, lifting her skirt for her and helping her from the throne afterwards, leaving her to find her own way to her bed once more he went and fetched her some tea, and a sandwich He found her propped against the pillows stockinged legs out in front of her he joined her sitting as she was, as they silently sipped tea by the soft light of the bedside light the only illumination.
She asked about his fixation on female bodies, when it had started, and what other women had he spied on? He fixed his eyes on his slippers, so as not to meet hers and said that “ever since he was about 12, when he ‘became aware’, he had tried to see her or indeed his sister, whenever the opportunity presented itself though she only had bee-sting tits, and yours were proper ones,“ he smiled weakly, she grinned, then he went on that, “we, Tommy and me, we did see Mrs Beestons chest once but it was just a glimpse as she bent to pick something up!” he grinned “Saggy old things, but she is ancient, and they were not as good as yours mum!” they smiled, and she asked how he knew, and reddening he said “he had key-holed the bathroom as she changed one day but dad almost caught me, and I never did see the rest.! I think he knew what I had done as the hole was covered next time when I tried!” they smiled, it was typical of his dad.!
“Look my lad I am going to let you look at me in a while, partly to ease the embarrassment with me like this, it will be bloody hard to keep my body secret so better to get it over and out of the way , and of course partly to help you, as we live out here and girls are few and far between, and I want you to be a fully rounded individual, but mostly as I am flattered by your honesty, as I was surprised how much you wanted to see me, though I knew you always were keen, I thought it was a phase, not that you had a thing about specifically me!”
He was amazed that she sat up for him telling him to release her bra, which without a word he reached and clumsily did, she shucked the straps from her shoulders and the cups fell away as she fell back on the pillows. His eyes on her breasts like stops on an organ and then as her nodded answer to his unspoken question, his fingers slithered over the soft mounds, then the nipples, rubbery nubs that he had only dreamed of, like a blind man reading brail he read the areola, then the nubs, hefted the soft sacs played with the things, sucked on them, nibbled at them and just enjoyed the whole effect. She lay back, her eyes closed, whether with enjoyment or embarrassment, who knows, but for quite a while, time stood still until her voice broke the spell saying “shall we move on…”
Move on, his face showed he didn’t belive she had let him get this far, but to say that… However, she raised her hips so he could remove the skirt, and slip, soon lowering herself and raising her legs to allow him to remove both the items,
As soon as the things hit the floor by the bed, his full attention returned to her newly revealed mons, then as she slowly opened her legs, the pink gash, he had till then never seen, came into his concentrated vision. She said he could “touch her, very gently just this once, but to be careful!”
Amazed beyond belief his fingers with a touch like a butterfly, slid over the as yet unknown contours of her genitals. She explaining the function of each piece, the clit, it`s hood, the tunnel of love, the pee-hole, the labia and so on just like old Benison, the science masters explanation`s, clear, precise and to the point.
He touched the clit, she moaned, the effects outweighing her wish to be concise and sexless, while just removing the embarrassment of the ongoing situation.
The lesson simply became abandoned, her senses taking over she began to moan, her body betraying her, as she began to enjoy the feelings she began to rise to an orgasm, as if by was magic, her own sons fingers, fiddling with her clitoris was bringing her to the boil…. She let down her motherly guard, let herself be his, this young man with manly fingers, probing her body for the first time…
Her heavy breathing, eye rolling, gasping orgasm frightened the lad, was it a fit, was it a heart attack, panic ran wild, but she rapidly came round, kissed him, his jaw open as realising his predicament she explained “it`s OK, that was an orgasm”, telling him “he was an amazing lover” and that “that was enough tonight, they needed to sleep and for her time to think.” He kissed her then went to get up from the bed, saying “he needed to lock up, just as his dad would have!” she smiled, then said that “ well you are the man of the house now, so come take your place beside me for the night, and we shall sleep together in this bed, then I don’t have to come find you if I want anything!” it was logical, he excepted it, went and locked up for the night, then slipped in with her in his father`s place. Pulling up the bedclothes and encircling her with his strong arms, they were soon asleep. Tomorrow could wait.
“It says James Edmond Maddison on the licence in his wallet, lives out on the marsh near Brooklands” the policeman looked at the remains with gloom, he was addressing a fireman over the remains of the old ford consul just being slid onto a recovery truck from the dyke (known locally here on the marsh as drains). The car would never run again, “the girls got a chance I reckon, and the woman is nearly uninjured, just one broken arm and both wrists the ambulance man said but the driver had no bloody chance.” His companion nodded at the rest of his crew, washing the mud from the road and wielding brooms, “We will be off in a moment,” he sighed “ah well it`s sad, but it all adds to the overtime…”
The family. less the son, Terry, had been going to Hythe, not their nearest town but Dora`s favourite for shopping and she needed shopping, Patty, the daughter, had needed a new dress for another party, The car driven by her hubby Jim, had hit a patch of spilt diesel on a bend in the wet road, it had slithered into the dyke at speed, knocking out and trapping the driver, and the girl in the back and breaking Dora`s wrists as she held on to the dashboard.
Sadly Jim, had been trapped underwater, and his wife had been unable to help him, despite the efforts of two plucky truck drivers.
The funeral was a fortnight later, Dora`s wrists still in plaster, her son Terry at her side, Patty, still in hospital, stable and recovering slowly. The extended family were in attendance of course, proving the adage ‘when there`s a will there`s a relative…. just a couple of aunts, an uncle and a nephew…and his brother Jay, who had not spoken in years! all that they had left now.
It was Dora`s first day at home, Terry with the help of the two nearest neighbours having seen to everything, undertaker, church, even catering at the local pub, nothing fancy but a nice send off,
The mourners having left, it was a sad couple that returned home that afternoon, Mrs Tart, the nearest Neighbour having seen to Dora`s personal needs during the day, her and her husband Peter having fetched Dora from the hospital that very morning, both had now gone home so the house seemed strangely quiet, echoing, empty without dad just the two of them coming to terms with their new situation.
Terry, knowing she needed his strength, dancing attendance on his sad mother, despite his own grief,
They had sat yet again, with tea, strong and sweet, tea and sympathy, all kindly folk could think of, unable to find the words! It had filled her bladder and she now knew she would soon need to pee, however there was a problem. Plastered wrists meant though she could hold a cup, clumsily, even feed herself just, but beyond that she was grip-less like at the moment, dressing and undressing, even simple things like washing…well she knew they were hopeless.
Here she was, with a 15year-old virgin lad, his hormones no doubt at their peak, lacking sexual control or experience, and probably knowledge too, and she was helpless… they were alone, and she was going to be totally reliant!
She quietly said, “look son, this is going to be embarrassing for us both, I can`t do much for myself so I am going to have to rely on you for everything, and some of them will be way out of your normal scope, its lucky its summer holidays or you would be at school!” he snorted keeping a straight face, and saying “for you mum I would have had time off, sacrificed going in to that wonderful seat of learning I love so much, each day…” she grinned, the first chink of humour between them since the accident.
“Seriously Terry, I will need things that are going to embarrass you and I`m not sure that you have the …oh …sod it, look boy I have seen you taking sneaky squints at me and your sister, I understand about young lads and hormones, wanting to know about the opposite sex etc, well now will be your chance… I can`t do a blessed thing for myself, so you will have too, sorry but that includes washing me, dressing me, and wiping my arse, and so on, so we had best get it straight from the start ok”
He stood perhaps a little stunned by the revelation, then said “whatever it takes mum, your my mum and I love you, and you did it for me as a k**, so I hope it won`t be too much of a trial for you, now dads not here” he paused a tear fell from her eye, so he went quickly on “And didn’t know you had seen me peeking, I just hadn’t, well, the truth is, I still haven’t seen a woman without clothes except in my friend Tommy `s magazine of course”
She was touched. “ok, well we shall have to treat this as a secret learning situation between us mind, I don’t want you`re mates sniggering about it, did dad never give you a birds and bees lecture then?”
“`erm, No, well I think he was a bit too embarrassed and left it to the school, and whatever happens here with you mum, I promise on my honour I won`t share it ever…!”
She stood, her drawing him too her awkwardly with both casts, then she kissed him, and said “well I need to pee, so without being too nosey reach up under my dress and slide off my knickers, and when I am more comfortable, we can move on, and I promise not to be too uptight ok!”
Nodding, he knelt in front of her, looked pointedly up into her eyes and reaching under her black skirt, feeling for the top of her knickers, never once glancing anywhere but deep into her eyes, His clumsy fingers sliding the briefs from over her ample hips and down to her ankles where she stepped out from her shoes and the loose
pink garment one foot at a time.
She nodded, he rose, and she led them both to the downstairs toilet where she turned, he reached round her and lifted her skirt at the back, again eyes fixed on hers. As she sat to pee, he retreating to the hallway until finished rose and came to him, she having managed to flush the thing herself using her good elbow. She thanked him for his discretion, and then fixing him with a stern eye sent him to fetch the discarded shoes and knickers and to then come to her room.
He scuttled away then followed her upstairs. In her room, her first time since leaving that fateful day, she saw Jim`s work trousers, still hooked over the chair, where he had left them in the hurry as he change that afternoon. She sat hard on the bed, and Terry, realising the situation quickly swept the things away into the wardrobe out of sight, cursing himself for not having thought. He having stayed at the tarts for a few days, and the room his parents room had always been…well, sort of sacred, I spose, so he hadn’t been in it since that fateful day
They sat together on the big bed, she knowing that she needed to face up to the situation and he wishing he had checked the room to save her the grief.
She shook her head as if to clear it, then determinedly she stood and addressed him, “Ok my laddo, let`s get all the shocks out of the way at once…ok?” now, I will just stand
up and you sir can undress me, …completely… not believing his luck he stood and with trembling fingers and nodding that he understood, he silently began to remove the black outer clothes picked from his mother`s wardrobe by Mrs Tart just for the funeral.
First was a cardigan, simple buttons ,not overly embarrassing, so he slipped it from the shoulder and place it folded on the bed, it gave him a second or two to calm himself before removing the other more intimate clothes, He had hoped and dreamed of just this situation, removing slowly his mothers clothes, but this seemed so wrong somehow, here she was his own mum, a live female, a woman he had coveted time and time again, but she was not letting him undress her for sex, as he had always fantasized, but more for necessity, a crash course, crash, there was an inappropriate word, that must have been near hiding at the front of his brain.
She quietly reminded him not to daydream, they were here for a purpose, and blushing he apologised, then slowly began again on the buttons of the blouse, saying honestly, “I have fantasized about doing this for a couple of years now, but now, like this, oh mum, it`s horrible, it`s not the way I dreamed” tears fell as he continued, both the unbuttoning and the explanation, ”it`s not you mum, your lovely, but I dreamed it would be oh so different mum, you giving me what I so wanted, for fun, not necessity, not because we needed too,”
Desperately trying to hang on to her resolve, Dora`s heart-beat quickened, he was pouring out his love for her in an Honest way he never would have before, he would never have had the need or the mental strength, to tell her his thoughts about her or even this subject, he was growing up before her own eyes! She fixed him with a look that said she was not offended but touched, flattered, and sad all in one go, the blouse was open now, her brassier in view, as he slid the white and fortunately sleeveless blouse from her shoulders and manoeuvred the thing from the clumsy casts. He folded it up and lay it with the jumper, it was for some reason the catalyst, her emotional dam broke it was all just too much.
She suddenly sat down, her legs not strong enough to support her now emotional body, sadness coursing through her, she cried, the first time in the presence of her offspring, since the accident, she cried, sobbing her heart out, her son on the bed beside her arms quickly round her, holding her, supporting her as she sobbed into his quickly proffered hanky.
Five minutes or more, passed, finally she had cried enough… for Jim, her beloved Jim, for Patty still under sedation, and for the realisation that Terry, her Terry, this caring, tender, loving lad, an obvious virgin, with muddled emotions, in love with his mum in a way he was finding hard to come to terms with, was now the man of the house, stepping up to the plate like the man his dad had always been.
He lay her tenderly back onto the pillows, lifted her legs up onto the bed and covered her with a blanket, the wise Mrs Tart having warned him about her needing to grieve, letting her cry when the dam broke, and the expression of grief she so needed to have, about letting, her cry it out.
She slept, he picked up the blouse. held it to his nose inhaled her scent, smiled weakly then then descended to the kitchen to appease a youngsters appetite. Thinking to himself that this lesson could wait, he needed food.
It was dark when she finally awoke, he was sat at her bedside, reading by the light of the bedside lamp, waiting for her return to this world.
She thanked him for caring, and letting her sleep, asked the time, then said she needed to pee again, he helped her to the bathroom, as before, lifting her skirt for her and helping her from the throne afterwards, leaving her to find her own way to her bed once more he went and fetched her some tea, and a sandwich He found her propped against the pillows stockinged legs out in front of her he joined her sitting as she was, as they silently sipped tea by the soft light of the bedside light the only illumination.
She asked about his fixation on female bodies, when it had started, and what other women had he spied on? He fixed his eyes on his slippers, so as not to meet hers and said that “ever since he was about 12, when he ‘became aware’, he had tried to see her or indeed his sister, whenever the opportunity presented itself though she only had bee-sting tits, and yours were proper ones,“ he smiled weakly, she grinned, then he went on that, “we, Tommy and me, we did see Mrs Beestons chest once but it was just a glimpse as she bent to pick something up!” he grinned “Saggy old things, but she is ancient, and they were not as good as yours mum!” they smiled, and she asked how he knew, and reddening he said “he had key-holed the bathroom as she changed one day but dad almost caught me, and I never did see the rest.! I think he knew what I had done as the hole was covered next time when I tried!” they smiled, it was typical of his dad.!
“Look my lad I am going to let you look at me in a while, partly to ease the embarrassment with me like this, it will be bloody hard to keep my body secret so better to get it over and out of the way , and of course partly to help you, as we live out here and girls are few and far between, and I want you to be a fully rounded individual, but mostly as I am flattered by your honesty, as I was surprised how much you wanted to see me, though I knew you always were keen, I thought it was a phase, not that you had a thing about specifically me!”
He was amazed that she sat up for him telling him to release her bra, which without a word he reached and clumsily did, she shucked the straps from her shoulders and the cups fell away as she fell back on the pillows. His eyes on her breasts like stops on an organ and then as her nodded answer to his unspoken question, his fingers slithered over the soft mounds, then the nipples, rubbery nubs that he had only dreamed of, like a blind man reading brail he read the areola, then the nubs, hefted the soft sacs played with the things, sucked on them, nibbled at them and just enjoyed the whole effect. She lay back, her eyes closed, whether with enjoyment or embarrassment, who knows, but for quite a while, time stood still until her voice broke the spell saying “shall we move on…”
Move on, his face showed he didn’t belive she had let him get this far, but to say that… However, she raised her hips so he could remove the skirt, and slip, soon lowering herself and raising her legs to allow him to remove both the items,
As soon as the things hit the floor by the bed, his full attention returned to her newly revealed mons, then as she slowly opened her legs, the pink gash, he had till then never seen, came into his concentrated vision. She said he could “touch her, very gently just this once, but to be careful!”
Amazed beyond belief his fingers with a touch like a butterfly, slid over the as yet unknown contours of her genitals. She explaining the function of each piece, the clit, it`s hood, the tunnel of love, the pee-hole, the labia and so on just like old Benison, the science masters explanation`s, clear, precise and to the point.
He touched the clit, she moaned, the effects outweighing her wish to be concise and sexless, while just removing the embarrassment of the ongoing situation.
The lesson simply became abandoned, her senses taking over she began to moan, her body betraying her, as she began to enjoy the feelings she began to rise to an orgasm, as if by was magic, her own sons fingers, fiddling with her clitoris was bringing her to the boil…. She let down her motherly guard, let herself be his, this young man with manly fingers, probing her body for the first time…
Her heavy breathing, eye rolling, gasping orgasm frightened the lad, was it a fit, was it a heart attack, panic ran wild, but she rapidly came round, kissed him, his jaw open as realising his predicament she explained “it`s OK, that was an orgasm”, telling him “he was an amazing lover” and that “that was enough tonight, they needed to sleep and for her time to think.” He kissed her then went to get up from the bed, saying “he needed to lock up, just as his dad would have!” she smiled, then said that “ well you are the man of the house now, so come take your place beside me for the night, and we shall sleep together in this bed, then I don’t have to come find you if I want anything!” it was logical, he excepted it, went and locked up for the night, then slipped in with her in his father`s place. Pulling up the bedclothes and encircling her with his strong arms, they were soon asleep. Tomorrow could wait.
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