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"Till Death Do Us Part" By Heather Caroline "Acknowledgements" I wish to acknowledge and thank Ms Vickie Tern for being my inspiration and encouragement to write this story idea that has been rattling around in my blonde brain for a very long time. I just couldn't get motivated to get started nor believe enough in myself to write a good and entertaining story. Vickie's writing style encouraged me and then she gave me the push to start. Everything she told me was so true; because once I got going I had so much fun and enjoyment with my very first plot. Vickie warned me that my own creation of characters would take control and direction, causing the twists to an end. I hope you will have as much fun reading my story as I did creating and writing it. "Thank You" again Vickie for all your encouragement and coaxing. And for "editing". Your inspiration and mentoring is the credit for my story. I also wish to acknowledge and say "Thank You" with hugs to my real "life inspiration", Dr Samantha Grace, for helping me with issues of pharmaceutical correctness and reality. "Thank You Sweetheart!" "Till Death Do Us Part" "Cast of Characters" Isabelle Henrietta (Cox) Warren 10-24-1917 till.... Married (at age 85 to Carl Ryan Warren) 06-07-2003 to 07-04-2028 (As our story starts it is Isabelle's 111th birthday party) (Isabelle is Rachel Anne's great aunt) Rachel Anne (Cox) Phillips 03-01-1952 till.... Married (first time at age 22 to her childhood sweetheart Thomas Michael Phillips) 07-15-1974 to 08-10-1999 / Married (second time at age 52 to Charles Daniel Adams) 07-15-2004 to 11-14-2027 (Rachel is 76 at Isabelle's birthday party) (Rachel is great niece of Isabelle) Thomas (Tom) Michael Phillips 01-10-1950 till 08-10-1999 (killed in a tragic plane crash accident at age 49) Married (at age 24 to his childhood sweetheart Rachel Anne Cox) 07-15-1974 to 08-10-1999 Carl Ryan Warren 2-22-1930 till 07-04-2028 Married (third time at age 73 to Isabelle Henrietta Cox / 1 divorce & 1 widower) 06-07-2003 to 07- 04-2028 Charles Daniel Adams 12-07-1959 till 11-14-2025 (died at age 66 as a result of being shot and bleeding to death in a blotched hold-up) Married (first time at age 44 after a very secret hot and passionate 7 year affair w/to Rachel Anne Phillips) 07-15-2004 to 11-14-2025 Dr Kimberly (Kim) Babbitt: (Endocrinologist / OBYGN) Paternal twin sister of Charles Dan Adams (Kim is 68 at Isabelle's birthday party) / (Kimberly is intimately and passionately involved with Dr Matthew Schmidt) Dr Matthew Schmidt (Major General Retired / Service specialty: Army Mash surgeon w/plastic surgery and major bone reconstruction specialist in active war zones) / (Matthew is intimately and passionately involved with Dr Kimberly Babbitt /Matt is also a close personal friendship and professional relationship with Charles Daniel Adams) Additional Cast of Characters: (Minor roles/importance) 5 Children to Tom and Rachel (3 daughters / 2 sons) (married with children at the time of Isabelle's party) / 15 Grandchildren to Rachel (3 born before Tom's death and 12 after Rachel marries Dan) / 1 Great- granddaughter named after Isabelle) Residences and Schools of Importance to our story: (in order of appearance) Vineyard Haven Sunrise Retirement-Assisted Living Facility in Vineyard Haven, Massachusetts (where Isabelle is living at the time of her 111th birthday party as our story opens / where she met-fell in love and married Carl who lived there too / Rachel and Dan move her there to care and watch out for her) Yonkers, New York (Isabelle's birthplace and home growing up / Rachel's growing up years and the first years of her marriage) New Rochelle College for Women in New Rochelle, New York (Isabelle's and Rachel's college) Wichita State University-School of Business and Entrepreneur (Where Tom earns his bachelor and master's degrees) Sugar Loaf, New York (Isabelle & Rose's home after Yonkers till after Rose's death / a small art's and craft's community on county road between Yonkers & Middleton, New York) Fall River, Massachusetts (Rachel & Tom's home till Tom's death / Rachel & Dan's home till after his death) Eagleville, Rhode Island (at a small horse ranch and surgical infirmary outside of town that where Matthew Schmidt M.D. lives and performs the "miracle of our story") Now: "Till Death Do Us Part" i. It was October 24th in the year of our Lord 2028. The place was the elaborate banquet hall of the very exclusive and elite Vineyard Haven Sunrise Retirement and Assisted Living Community. It was Isabelle Henrietta Cox-Warren's fantastic 111th birthday, a joyous and delightful celebration on a grand scale for sure. It had been planned for some time now and finally the day had arrived to honor our precious lady on this milestone of her life. There were dignitaries and loving guests and her family partying with her this day. The governor of Massachusetts spoke in her honor. The mayor of Vineyard Haven, on the north end of the same Massachusetts' island where Martha's Vineyard is located, commemorated this blessed occasion by presenting Isabelle with a plaque and the key to the city. However, a certain ex-United States Senator of Massachusetts, who now was quite old and feeble and still well pickled, was not invited. He was still politically connected and offered to make an appearance but was bluntly turned down. Isabelle's political beliefs drastically opposed his and she thought he was directly responsible for a young lady's drowning death that wasn't his wife. There was news coverage and a writer for a well known magazine in Boston there to do a human interest article. Kate Snow, who had replaced the well respected Diane Sawyer, from GMA had already done a featured spot on Isabelle and the DVD of that was being loop-played on a TV in the hall. And of course attending were many of Isabelle's cherished companions at Vineyard Haven Sunrise. She had a beautiful birthday cake decorated with 111 candles, which of course were not lit because of safety reasons and fire regulations although the fire marshal was present and celebrating with her too. It was a good thing that all of the cameras were digital with large memory sticks. The cost of film would have been prohibitive, but then again maybe it would have kept Kodak afloat another year or two. Isabelle was a very beautiful woman even in her old age. Much like Sarah at age 90 was still beautiful to Abraham. She had a very willowy figure and exuded a refinery in her presentation. Isabelle always dressed impeccably with rich Victorian fashion. Her grandparents and parents were very old fashion and old school to that age of richness and elite respect of their well-to-do status, so they had instilled these virtues in Isabelle. She was very elegantly dressed in what would be considered a formal evening gown made of the finest rich eye pleasing light and soft fabrics. Her gown was basically dark green satiny brocade. She was encased luxuriously from just below her pretty rounded dainty chin to just shy of sweeping the floor lightly. The dress scooped from pillowy puffy gatherings at the shoulder/sleeve to a low cut bodice that would have exposed the full cleavage of her well endowed bosom, if not for the white pleated high sheen satin, covered with white lace from her high neck stiff collar to join the low cut bodice seamed completely with a green satiny ribbon. Her sleeves flowed to her wrists and over the back of her hands, with a loop of cord to make then like fingerless gloves around her middle fingers. This only brought pointed attention to her gracefully French tipped clear coated nails. The sleeves were overlaid in white fine delicate lace to join the wrists with a green satiny ribbon again. From her bosom to her hips, Isabelle's waist narrowed almost obscenely so that her hour glass figure although slim and trim was exaggerated femininity that any model would die for. Obviously she must have been wearing a very tight and restrictive corset making this pleasing to the eye contrast by the narrowing and the ridged uprightness of her posture. The waist area of her dress was encircled in a wide banding of satiny green ribbon with a huge bow in the back with long tails. Her skirt flared off of her womanly rounded hips and backside. It fell naturally flat in the front but flared out on the sides and back. The bottom hem of her gown was a combination of satiny green ribbon and intertwining ruffling white lace. She wore what appeared to be dark green lace up broad heels --they appeared once when she turn quickly to set down gathering up the back of her skirt to smooth it under her. Isabelle's accessories consisted of a rich ivory cameo tied to her neck by green satiny ribbon and dropped pearl earbobs. She still wore proudly her wedding bands of the last twenty five years of her life. She also wore a multi-colored band on the third finger of her right hand. She had another band matching hers on a chain around her neck under her dress that fell so close to her heart that no one could see. Her hair, if it were not wrapped and coffered richly on her head, probably would have hung to her waist. But then probably only her hair dresser and loyal confidant in personal makeup knew for sure every whim and need and care Isabelle desired for her appearance. It was a brilliant sheen of silver gray accented by dark green combs and satiny ribbons. Isabelle always took very great care to keep as fit and pretty as possible. Even her face was only lightly touched by expensive complimenting cosmetics. Isabelle's husband Carl had assured that both of them would stay physically active in their public as well as private intimate lives together. Exercise and health were of the greatest importance to their every day routine even right up to Carl's death three months earlier. He had died very healthy and fit in his sleep at the ripe old age of 98. No one could believe that Isabelle was a day over 80. To say this day for her was a "gay olde day of delight" would have been an understatement. Isabelle was overjoyed by the presence of her great niece Rachel Anne (Cox) Phillips-Adams. Rachel had been married twice and widowed twice. Her first husband was Thomas (Tom) Michael Phillips who died in a horrible private plain crash in the remote wilderness of Manitowoc Canada in August of 1999. Tom was only a young 49 years of age and left Rachel widowed at 47. They had celebrated their 25th wedding anniversary in July of that same year. Rachel, at age 52, would again marry to Charles Daniel Adams, age 44, on the exact date of her first wedding date five years following Tom's death. Rachel and Dan, as he always went by, had been having a torrid and passionate love affair for a little over seven years, two of those years prior to Tom's tragic end. She would be married to Dan for 21 years as well. Rachel had much in common with her great aunt Isabelle, whom Rachel loved with all of her heart. And Isabelle loved Rachel equally. Rachel was Isabelle's closest living relative. The family tree between them didn't have many branches at all. Rachel's great grandparents had had only two children, Rachel's grandfather and his little sister Isabelle. Rachel's grandparents had only one son born to them, Rachel's father. Rachel herself was an only child, and her parents had been killed in an auto accident not long after Rachel and Tom were married. So over the years Rachel and Tom drew extremely close to Isabelle and Isabelle to them. Rachel and Tom also believed in the biblical principle that the Apostle Paul instructed Timothy about 'if a widow had children or grandchildren, these should learn first of all to put their religion into practice by caring for their own family and so repaying their parents and grandparents, for this is pleasing to God'. Even though Isabelle was their great aunt and not their grandparent, Rachel and Tom didn't view her as different from their own family. As Isabelle grew older, their caring for her only increased with greater joy. Isabelle by her own desire and stubbornness lived very modestly but very comfortably thanks to her great niece and great nephew-in-law. After Tom's fatal accident in a plane crash, Rachel continued to care for Isabelle. As a matter of fact, Rachel and her secret lover and eventual husband Dan would move Isabelle from the small arts and craft villa of Sugar Loaf in New York State where she lived alone after Rose's death to Vineyard Haven Sunrise Retirement Community in Vineyard Haven, Massachusetts. That occurred about two years after Tom's demise. Both Rachel and Dan felt a real pang of responsibility and deep commitment to Isabelle. For very good reason. All of Rachel and Tom's five children and families were all present out of respect for their mother's love for her great aunt. Rachel had requested that all of her kids, grandchildren, and brand new great granddaughter, named Isabelle also, be here this day. They all made it and were so happy for their grand-aunt Isabelle. Isabelle had been an old maid all of her life till the ripe old age of 85, when she fell in love with and married Carl Ryan Warren, a long time resident of this community. He was 73 when he made Isabelle a beautiful "June Bride." Carl at age 98 made Isabelle a widow in her 110th year of life, just three months before her next birthday. Isabelle had a warm rich glow from her 25 years of marriage to Carl, whom she loved deeper than she had ever thought possible in life. She worshiped her man. Isabelle was like Abraham's Sarah, seeing joyfully through sparkling eyes, feeling and believing that Carl was her master. There was no greater love between a man and a woman than theirs. Carl was a very rich man who enjoyed a luxurious villa at Vineyard Haven Sunrise, with no cares in the world till he was smitten by Miss Isabelle and started trying to court her in the old fashion way, according to the old school of romance. So he was deep in her heart and mind as everyone gathered around her to rejoice in her life's longevity. The birthday celebration had gone on for several hours and many of the crowd had come and gone. Isabelle was a wee bit tired and overwhelmed by it all, but she was still determined to talk in depth and length with Rachel, now that the two of them sat in a small comfortable alcove off the banquet room. Only one other event needed to happen before these two precious and beautiful women had their own private time together. Isabelle had promised an interview on her life to Beth Ann, a lady writer from a magazine, who wanted to write her life's history. So Isabelle and Rachel sat with this woman as Isabelle related her life from childhood to now. "Isabelle"...Beth Ann asked... "please be kind to us by relating your life, from the earliest childhood years that you may be able to remember up to today, sweetheart." Beth Ann sat across from Isabelle with her legs crossed, pencil in hand and an open steno pad. "I remember very well my early childhood years from the time I was three. We lived in a very exclusive part of Yonkers, New York on the Hudson River in a three story colonial style home with so many windows that the sun always warmed up all of the rooms with bright brilliance. My father was an investment banker and commanded respect both at home and at the bank. I hardly ever saw my Father when he was not wearing a three piece suit with high gloss-shined winged tipped shoes, and his gold watch-fobbed pocket watch chain glistened as it left the watch pocket on his vest to attach to a button hole. Father had a full head of dark black hair and sported a well trimmed mustache. He was tall and lean and extremely handsome. Mother would always be dressed in a modest full length dress that was very elegant while also very practical for a homemaker. She was thin and oh so pretty and she always beamed with a bright smile. I seldom ever saw Mother without full lace bodice- covering aprons. Mother always had a maid and a cook, but she was always busying herself in the kitchen, overseeing and preparing meals for Father, my older brother and myself. I remember clinging to Mother's dress and following her all around the kitchen. It was always a warm and fun place in our home to be. Mother never seemed to mind me being literally under foot." "When I was five, Father arrange for private teachers to school us in our home. We were given all the basic education for our social standings. I also was taught as I neared my teen years how to do needle point, crocheting, dress making and the fineries of the piano and the violin. Mother and our cook would have me covered in flour kneading bread, rolling pie crusts, and making biscuits for Father and my brother. This was always to my joy and hers. Mother loved watching my cooking adventures, and we would laugh and dance in our kitchen, which was the heart of our home for Mother and me. She would say that I would make a wonderful wife to make some man a king one day. I didn't really desire the company of 'boys' then anyway." "In 1935 Father gave me the opportunity to attend New Rochelle College for women, in New Rochelle, New York. New Rochelle College was a very private school for women started in 1904. Here I refined myself to the lady-like social graces and the elegance of the "upper crust". I was a very studious young lady living in an on campus dorm. This is when I first discovered the fruits of my roommate Rose, and learned more in that year than in all my young naive childhood put together. I had been very sheltered in sexual intimacy, and Rose brought on my blooming, flowering and de-flowering. I felt her satiny soft creamy skin and pillow lips in so many places that I never desired to every look twice at the young men at all. I was in a forbidden love that had to be kept a deep secret from all. I couldn't embarrass my family in anyway. Never could I have given this interview to you back then, but today it seems to be absolutely common place and well accepted." "Rose and I remained together till we graduated and were forced to part for our different homes. We kept in constant touch and it would be a few years before fate would bring us back to each other's arms again. I saw no need for the love of a man and so remained single and became a very old maid as far as everyone thought. Rose and I had a "spiritual dedicated union" together. It was as rock solid as any marriage could ever hope of being. That is of course until I met, was courted, and fell head over heels in love with Carl. However, I am getting way ahead of myself aren't I?" "In the summer of my last year in school, my brother, Rachel's grandfather, fell in love and got married. I was one of seven bridesmaids, thinking it wouldn't have been so many if she didn't choose me because of my brother. It was a great celebration and we danced and partied through the night. My brother and his wife honeymooned at Niagara Falls for a week, and that is when Rachel's daddy became more than a twinkling gleam in her grandfather's eyes. I became an aunt and I spoiled the devil out of that little baby. It was a wonderful time of my life. Oh, how I longed for and churned the idea of being a mother myself. But I loved and adored Rose and didn't want any man touching me ever. So my baby would be my precious nephew instead. I think that is why I felt so close to Rachel too, making her my precious baby just like her daddy when she was born. We all lived close together in Yonkers. I was always there through their growing up and I loved them." "My grandmother died while I was away at college and soon after my grandfather died of a broken heart. That devastated my mother and she turned sad and depressed for years to come. Our home in Yonkers was never again as bright and warm-feeling. I came home after college to take care of our home for my parents, especially Mother. I always tried to cheer mother, but she just pined away. We lost her two years later, probably from inheriting grandfather's broken heart. I was in my twenties and war was breaking out in Europe. There were brave young men full of piss and vinegar; I believe today they call that over- testosterone-charged, or raging hormones, or something silly like that, volunteering and signing up to go fight. We hadn't yet entered the war, but rumors of our involvement were on the horizon. My brother joined up to fight as an English soldier and shipped out. I never saw him again. He lost his life on a cold damp bloody beach in Normandy, France. When we received the news by Western Union telegram, the shock caused Father to have a heart attack. Father lived for about three months, never recovering. I took care of him in our home till he died." "I inherited Father's investments and property. I took in Rachel's grandmother and her daddy into our big old house and once again tried to make it a bright and warm home. It was, for many years after that. That is how I became Rachel's daddy's teacher. Rachel's daddy was just a teenager when he got Rachel's mother in a family way. Today it's no big deal, it seems, for babies to be having babies -- as I understand the phrase to be. However, then it was taboo and we hurried a quickie but elegant wedding. When Rachel's daddy married, both his mother and I were in the front pew in our "mother's dresses", mine being Victorian of course. Rachel's mother was so beautiful in her flowing white wedding gown and her daddy was very handsome and dashing in his long tailed tux and top hat." I beamed and again felt that old warm glow in my heart that we had missed for several years." "Father's wealth and my wise investments kept us living very comfortable and well. We didn't long for much. I had made sure that Rachel's grandmother had investments too and that helped Rachel's daddy and momma to find a good home not far from our home. Rachel's grandmother continued to live with me till she died. When Rachel's daddy moved out, I contacted Rose who was having some hard times thanks to current world conditions, and asked her to come live with me. I was so overjoyed when the one love of my life and my bed agreed and once again we became one. Rachel's grandmother never objected, and in fact grew to love Rose as a very dear and close friend. Past our doors, no one else ever knew." Isabelle turned to Rachel as she continued. "This is probably the first time you even heard of your Aunt Rose being more to me than you suspected, Rachel. Rose was so soft and delicate to touch and to kiss. We spent hours in each other's arms, our lips locked to the other's, our breasts providing eager touchability and ecstatic pleasure, or our faces between each other's thighs licking and sucking and kissing each other's love mounds. Rose and I with Rachel's grandmother as a witness exchanged "love union commitment vows" and sealed our marriage with matching multi-colored bands. We were in love and we totally shared that love completely, till Rose passed away sleeping in my arms in our older years. 'Till death do we part!'" At this point Isabelle took a deep breath and became silent for a while. Beth Ann glanced over at Rachel and their eyes met. She'd noticed that Isabelle referred to Rachel an awful lot in Isabelle's accounting of her life to this point. Of course Beth Ann wasn't overly concerned by it, since Rachel was sitting alongside Isabelle, and she knew that Rachel was a very dear part of Isabelle's life, and still deeply was. However, Rachel sensed by Beth Ann's look that she was questioning Rachel as more involved in the story more than need be. Rachel herself was feeling a few pangs of guilt, and squirmed a little bit in her chair. Beth Ann didn't notice or catch any meaning by that, though. Rachel looked at Isabelle and wondered if she should tell Isabelle all. Rachel excused herself for a few minutes for a trip to the ladies room, and then returned with a tray with a tea pot, three cups on saucers, and cream and sugar. "Would you like some tea Aunt Isabelle?" Rachel asked. Isabelle seemed to return to the present as if someone had gently shaken her. "Yes, please, and thank you Rachel!" "Would you care for a cup too Beth?" Beth nodded and asked for a little milk in hers as well. Rachel served them both and settled back with a cup and Isabelle started talking again. "I digress. Please forgive me for my lack of attention," Isabelle said. "I was remembering something very deep and personal to me." "That's fine, no problem, please take all the time you need, Isabelle" replied Beth Ann. "I know you have deep memories and have had intimacies that are precious to you, and it is good for you to remember them. Please start again when you feel ready and comfortable to do so." Isabelle twisted the multi-colored band on her right hand a little and resumed with her story. "Rachel was born in the wee hours of the morning to the joy of her daddy and momma, grandmother and of course Rose and myself. We were all at the hospital, holding her daddy's anxious hands. Her mother was in labor with her for over ten hours. I do believe that Rachel didn't want to join us and made a valiant effort to remain in the womb. But as you can easily see, she did join us after all. We made such a fuss and commotion that the nurses tried to make us leave. However her grandmother and I had influential friends on the hospital board, so the nurses never succeeded. I held this little girl in my arms within the hour she was born. Rachel's daddy was so proud of her he was giving cigars away to total strangers. I always wondered later how many cases of cancer he was responsible for?" "Rachel and her momma were in the hospital almost a week before we brought them home to our house to care for them, at least till her momma could get back on her feet again. They all stayed with us for about a month before returning to their own home. But we, Rose and I and Rachel's grandmother, made sure that Rachel was under our roof at least half the time she was under her mother's. Rose and I made over a bright and sunny room into a beautiful nursery just for our little girl. We were all very much a close knit family, and we made sure Rachel's parents had plenty of time to be by themselves intimately as well." "As Rachel grew and started walking, Rose and I were pleased that she was as underfoot as I had been with my own mother in our kitchen. We made sure the kitchen was the heart of our home for her. I inherited my mother's aprons, and had scores of other fine and fancy ones on my own. I collected aprons then as most girls do matching bra and panties' sets from Vickie's Mystery." "Aunt Isabelle, don't you mean 'Victoria's Secret'?" interrupted Rachel. "Yes of course, they weren't around when I was growing up, or when you first pulled on my apron strings. I even made fancy little matching aprons for Rachel to go with all of the fancy lacey dresses we kept her in at our home. I loved dabbing a bit of flour on her nose and we all laughed and tickled each other often and then we would hug and kiss each other. It was so much like my childhood and it felt so grand. Rose and I taught Rachel to cook, to sew, to crochet, do needle point, and to play and appreciate the piano and violin as she grew into her teens. I also home schooled Rachel through the lower grades. There was no question about it, since I'd graduated with a teaching degree from New Rochelle." "There was a boy who lived next door to us. His Father was a very successful business man, greatly respected in Yonkers, who took him in and taught him all the ropes of his businesses -- he had several. When he retired, he turned them all over to his son to manage and grow. The corporation was called 'Phillips and Son'. This young boy's name was Thomas Michael, but we always called him 'Tom'. When Tom was old enough, I contracted him to care for our lawn and shrubs, and our vegetable and flower gardens. Tom spent as much time around our home as he did his own till his Father decided it was time for Tom to accompany him to the office. Tom's Father was very good with Tom, for riding bikes, playing tennis, swimming, and playing catch and baseball with him at home, when he wasn't taking Tom to see the Yankees. Tom's Father would always ask Rachel if she wanted to go to the games too, which was an all day outing. Of course Rachel would plead with me to go and I would smile and nod. Sometimes he would take his whole family, and Rose, Rachel's grandmother, and me too. We had such great times then." "Tom spent as much time around Rachel as we would let him, which was most of the day, summers. Tom couldn't see her as often during the school year, since he went to a private school a few miles away. Tom liked to tease Rachel mercilessly, till he reached his teen years and his 'piss and vinegar' started to kick in. I noticed that Rachel seemed to have an eye for this young lad as well. Rose and I chuckled a lot to ourselves and made sure we kept them both well under our own watchful eyes. Rachel's grandmother beamed at their closeness and awkwardness, and at their courting later on. She like Tom very much and hoped they'd become sweethearts. She wasn't ever disappointed, nor were Rose and I." "Now please don't take me wrong, or assume that Rachel didn't have parents or a home life. She did, and she was close and loving with them too, always. Rachel's daddy started out working for a Yonker's lumber yard and hardware before he met Rachel's momma. It wasn't much at first, but he worked extremely hard and was totally loyal to the owner. The owner lost his three sons in the big war, so he had only one daughter to pass the business onto. She had little interest in the family business and spent most of her time in New York City with her mother. So Rachel's daddy eventually took over running his business and in time bought out the business for a good price. He kept the name, since it was well known. Rachel's momma took over all of the book keeping and secretarial management for her husband, letting him devote all of his time to supply end of the lumber yard. They built the business bigger and better over time. So while Rachel's parents were involved there, Rachel was always with us for her schooling, and her training as a young lady in the fineries of making a loving home for her future man and family. Rachel did spend some time in the summer at the business, with her momma, learning those skills as well. Somehow though, when that was the case, my landscaping would suffer a bit because Tom always seemed to have a need for items from the hardware or lumber yard. Rose and I would just gleam and spend time ourselves with our flowers." "We, Rose and I, decided that Rachel should spend her high school years in a private school. We discussed this with her parents, who agreed. So we sent her off to a very exclusive school not far from home. It was amazing, although not surprising, that Tom somehow talked his parents into sending him there as well. Tom's Father would always drive them there in the mornings and his Mother would bring them home in the afternoons after her club and social responsibilities. A few times a week Rachel would help Tom's Mother cook dinner and dine with them, while a few times a week Tom would join us in our kitchen. We were all so very close. Rachel and Tom were exceptional straight 'A' students and excelled in many of the school's clubs and organizations. They would alternate beating each other out for class president and vice president -- each held both offices the last two years there. They graduated with honors as co-valedictorians their senior year. Rachel and Tom gave each other their class rings that year as well. We all approved!" "Let's take a little break and refresh our tea" Beth Ann said. She excused herself for about five minutes. "I'll get more hot tea and some cookies" Rachel chimed in, and picked up the tray and disappeared to the banquet hall's kitchen. Before Rachel had finished, Beth Ann joined her there. "Did you notice Isabelle seems to be having a little difficulty talking about this Tom's involvement with your life Rachel?" ii. I was a bit uncomfortable about how Beth Ann asked that question. Of course I had seen the near tears at times welling in Isabelle's eyes as she talked about Tom and especially when she talked about us becoming so intimate. I knew it would only possibly get worst as we went on and she talked about our getting married, and about the birth of our five children and all of our fifteen grandchildren. A cold shiver and goose bumps shook me for a moment, unnoticed by Beth Ann. Again, I spaced out briefly, wondering if I owed it to Isabelle to tell the truth. Was Isabelle remembering things that I hope she wouldn't in front of Beth Ann? Beth Ann startled me back to consciousness "well let's take the tea and cookies back into Isabelle and continue on with her story." I paused in guarded thought for another moment and replied "yes" and picked up the tray. Isabelle was seemingly daydreaming as we re-entered the small and cozy alcove room again. I poured hot tea for her and Beth Ann, remembering to serve milk in hers. I glanced again toward my Great Aunt and once again felt a severe pang of guilt as I sat back down beside her. If we get through this interview without Beth Ann knowing something was very much amiss it would be a miracle. I certainly didn't want to panic, but I felt my heart beating rapidly. I took several deep breaths and nodded for Beth Ann to resume her interview. "Isabelle are you up to going on?" Beth Ann asked as she had settled back in her chair across from us, ready to listen and take notes. Isabelle took a dainty hankie from under her sleeve at her left wrist and sniffled lightly and nodded. "It was decided among Rachel's parents with lobbying from me that Rachel should attend New Rochelle College for women. Rachel was a very elegant and very beautiful young woman. As you can easily see Beth Anne, she still is even now in her older years. You always kept yourself fit, trim and extremely pretty Sweetheart. Rachel has always been tall for a woman but not overly. She was thin, maybe a bit too thin then, but she was well proportioned and firm if you know what I mean. You broke a number of hearts without realizing it, Rachel, since you seemed only to think Tom was the only young man on this planet. So sending her to an all girls' college was our idea. Rachel wished to major in business and her parents hoped to turn the lumber yard business over to her once she did and retire." "Tom went to a not too well known university in Kansas as far as New Yorkers were concerned. Wichita State University had an excellent entrepreneur college. There were a number of rich and successful businessmen there. The Koch family, who resided mainly in New York, had their main business ties in Wichita. Two young men by the last name of Carney started and grew one of the largest pizza organizations in the world. Wichita was also known as the 'Air Capital of the World,' with Beechcraft, then run by the wife of its founder, Olive Beech. Clyde Cessna also created one of the fast growing aircraft companies as well. The Boeing Airplane Company had one of it's largest operations right there in 'River City', as Wichita's called. Tom's dad believed an education under these giants would make Tom very much ready to take the reins of his corporation. Of course Rachel and Tom would be far apart for the first time since their childhoods. But this only deepened their love for each other, as well as giving them ample reason to support the phone company." "In Rachel's junior year, her grandmother had a stroke, and died a week later. Rachel was excused from her classes for a time to be at her side that week and a few weeks of mourning afterwards. Tom flew home as well to be with us." I saw a trickle of a tear roll down Aunt Isabelle's check and I instinctively placed my hand on hers and gently squeezed. Beth Ann didn't say anything and Aunt Isabelle lifted her head and with a slight smile continued on. "Rachel and Tom graduated the same year with honors and Tom decided to go on to graduate school for his masters. Rachel worked at the lumber yard and hardware business with zest, determined to make it grow more. The business had made her parents rich, and now they were ready to make Rachel the chairman of the corporate board and semi-retire. When Tom received his masters, he celebrated by taking Rachel to Tiffany's. He made a special arrangement that Tiffany's would be open only to them." Isabelle sobbed a little at this point, but seemed to recover and continued on. "Tom proposed on one knee before Rachel with the staff of Tiffany's applauding them. Then Rachel and Tom picked out beautiful rings for each other. It was May and they decided that in July they would tie the knot." "Rose and I decided that our home was much too large for us and Yonkers was getting much too busy for our tastes. I was going to turn 57 that year and it was time to settle into a much calmer and relaxed lifestyle. Rose felt the same way. We had loved a little arts and crafts villa north and west of Yonkers, fairly close to Middleton, New York. It was off the main highways, accessible via a county road. It had quite a history, dating back way before the Revolutionary War. And it had a most unusual and charming name, 'Sugar Loaf'." "Rose and I had been there a number of times crafting and just spending long weekends in each other's arms to our delight. We had placed an offer on a quaint little cottage on a small lake just off of the main tourist area of town. We were ecstatic when the owner accepted without any haggling at all. The timing was perfect, what with Rachel and Tom's engagement announcement. I saw my real estate broker and arranged to deed and gift our old family homestead to Rachel and Tom as a wedding present. It was a great idea as far as I was concerned, and Rose smiled in full agreement, since Rachel had grown up here and Tom had spent as much time there as he had at his birth home. This would be priceless for them and for Rose and me as well. Rose and I moved to Sugar Loaf, New York in June, giving our love birds time to start getting their wedding present fixed up according to their own tastes, ready for their return from their honeymoon." "It was a wonderfully sunny and warm day July 15, 1974. I had a special dress in pink. It was a rich Victorian frock with a satin sash cummerbund at my waist to tie into a large bow behind. The front bodice area was of satin covered with lace, flowing into a high collar covering my neck. I wore a cameo tied with a pink satin ribbon and these drop pearl earbobs. It had full length sleeves made of pink lace. I wore pink kid gloves. The occasion was special, so it called for a very elegant full matching hat on my coiffed wrapped hair, one of satin ribbons and lace. I was escorted down the isle on the arm of a young handsome man and seated in the same pew as Rachel's mother, beside her. When Rachel's mother was seated, a little girl made her way down the isle tossing rose pedals. Then came a little boy bearing the rings on a pillow. Then the best men escorted the brides' maids one by one down the isle to meet Tom and the Minister in the front. Then the 'here comes the bride' music started to play on the organ and there in the back of the church on her daddy's arm was the most beautiful bride in the most beautiful wedding dress I had ever seen. And as I stood and turned with Rachel's mother, I...." Isabelle broke down sobbing and shaking as she told Beth Ann about my wedding to Tom. "Isabelle are you alright?" Beth Ann asked immediately. I pulled Isabelle in my arms to my shoulder and gave a glance toward Beth Ann that all would be ok in a minute or two. I held her and felt her shaking. "Its ok let it out sweetheart!" I told her. After about ten minutes Isabelle patted her eyes with her hankie and pulled herself back straight in her chair and tried to smile, but it was weak. "Please forgive me!" she said. I was still holding onto her hand with both of mine. "I am not at all sure what came over me. It is so confusing, and I am embarrassed to have been so overcome. It's just that as I was telling you, I suddenly felt that 'I was the one standing beside the minister, looking through Tom's eyes as if they were mine,' and I felt that his heart was mine. I felt at that moment that I was seeing my precious Rachel coming down to met me. I was in a fog and everything was so distant feeling as if I were seeing all of this through a dream. Please forgive me Rachel." I felt a strong shiver wave its way through my body as Isabelle squeezed my hands and looked into my eyes. She was remembering something that I truly didn't want Beth Ann to recognize or question. I was near panic but needed to act as if it was just the whim of an old lady's mind wondering in confusion as many do in their twilight years. I looked at Beth Ann and gave a glance that would suggest the same and she returned an accepting glance back. Then Isabelle said "I also gave Rachel another wedding present that I knew would bring a special smile and hug from her. I had a beautifully wrapped box in wedding colors and ribbon. Do you remember that gift Rachel?" I smiled and squeezed Isabelle's hand affirmatively. "Yes, Auntie, it was a beautiful full bodice apron in pink with ruffles trimming all around it and pink satin apron strings. Your gift spoke to my heart of all of the grand times we had in our kitchen, which was now my kitchen, and my children would be under my feet as I was under yours. It was the best present of all of them, Auntie." Isabelle continued telling her story to Beth Ann. However, she didn't mention anything more about Rachel and Tom's married life. She didn't mention anything about her five great-great nieces and nephews, the first being identical twin girls, then twin brother and sister and finally a last son. Nor did Isabelle speak of her great-great-great nieces and nephews, fifteen in all born to Rachel's children or the one great-great-great-great niece named Isabelle after her. The only other reference to that branch of her family came again with great sobbing and shaken sorrow in the mention of Tom's tragic death in a plane crash in 1999. Later, after the interview was completed and Isabelle was resting comfortably in her bed for the night, Beth Ann and I talked more about Isabelle's emotional break down. I was on pins and needles not to give away the real truth about what Isabelle might know or be remembering about 'Tom'. "My aunt was very distraught over two deaths in the portion of the story she omitted," I said. "First she lost Rose, her heart's soulmate and lover, about seven years after our wedding. She never got over Rose completely. We would always bring Isabelle to our home for all of the holidays and birthdays, but she wasn't ever again quite the same. She would sit and watch my little ones crawl and toddle under my skirts in the kitchen and always smile, but she missed her Rose. It was harder on her later on when we moved from the old homestead to a large estate in Fall River, Massachusetts. Tom and I wanted a lot of acreage, and horses for our children to grow up on. Tom's business ventures kept evolving successfully and we needed to be closer to Boston, where his corporate headquarters were. I had grown the lumber and hardware as big as I wished and then liquidated it, retired from the business world to be a stay-at-home mom and eventually grandmother. Then another crippling blow came to all of us when Tom was lost in a horrible accident in Canada. He had been on a hunting trip by himself, which he took often as a 'man's get away back to nature', and his plane crashed in the wilderness of Manitowoc. Search parties never did find his body, but they found evidence that a wild or wild animals had probably dragged him off, and.... Isabelle took that news as hard as I did. We hardly ever talked about it again. I'm sure, as she was recalling everything to you this afternoon, that this hit her hard, I'm sure she just couldn't bring herself to tell it over again." "I appreciate your filling in a lot of the gaps that Mrs Warren couldn't bring herself to share as well as a few she doesn't remember." Beth Ann said thanking me. "I find it so heart warming how you all loved each other so closely and how you and Tom and later Dan have cared for her over the years. It is so obvious how much she loves it here. You moved her here from Sugar Loaf about two years after your first husband's death, is that correct?" "Yes, it was about the time I believe. Dan felt that for safety and security reasons, she was too far away from all of us and that if we brought her to Vineyard Haven we could be closer and care for her better. Dan was hired by Tom as a body guard for our family when the corporation catapulted us into the multi-millions and onto the Forbes 500 list. Tom gave Dan card-blanche to build up a security network around all of our family, even after the children grew up, married, moved away and had children. Not only had Dan succeeded in our protection, but he also became a very close friend to everyone of us. How could he not, being with us all 24-7. All of the children loved Dan, because he always 'played' with them as he protected them regardless of what it was or where they were. Tom and Dan would do a lot of hunting and fishing together as well, all again as Dan was guarding Tom. I would even take Dan on shopping excursions to the cities and he would 'shop till I dropped' all the way. Dan had teams in place, but was usually always personally with us at home. Dan also had security watching over Isabelle, so the move to Vineyard Haven was a good move for all of us we felt." Beth Ann was still writing with fervor as we talked. She asked "Isabelle's move here was probably a blessing in disguise after all for her health, well being and safety, but also because she found Mr Warren. Wouldn't you say that he was the spark that put the twinkle back into Isabelle's eyes again?" "I would say a very emphatic 'YES' to that question Beth Ann! After living here for about two years, Isabelle married Carl Ryan Warren. I believe that Carl took a liking to Isabelle right from the first time he met her, but she had little interest or desires for the male sex. She lived in the throes of femininity and softness of Rose. Now there was a much coarser and roughed suitor for her affections with an entirely different scent altogether. Carl was extremely handsome and intelligent and witty. He always could make all of us laugh to a point of aching sides. He was always polite to everyone, but more so to Isabelle. He loved everything about her even right down to her Victorian style of dress and manners. Carl was a very determined man who was going to have his way. He was that way in his business life and so he set out to close the deal to his success. It would be to Isabelle's success once he did too." "Carl lived in one of the small individual villas on the grounds of Vineyard Haven Sunrise Community. So he enlisted Isabelle's talents to redecorate his villa. He wanted her to bring her Victorian touch to it. She was over joy to accomplish what he wanted, knowing it was for her he was doing this. She could tease and taunt as good as she got. Although they always had the choice of eating their meals, prepared by world class chiefs, Carl would cook just for Isabelle several times a week. Then Isabelle started taking over his kitchen as she did years ago in Yonkers. She still had most of her aprons, and wore them for him. Isabelle was smiling and loving life all over again." "Then in May of 2003, Mr Carl Ryan Warren invited Miss Isabelle Henrietta Cox to a very special romantic candle light diner at his villa. He had one of the staff's chiefs prepare lobster tails with a small filet mignon with bake potatoes and asparagus. Soup and salad preceded the main course and bake Alaskan was the finishing touch. Carl made sure that Isabelle's wine glass was never empty and he never left her side from the moment he lit the candles till the time he genuflected on one knee to her side with a sparkling two carat diamond ring that he placed on her third finger of her left hand never saying a word but confidently smiling. Isabelle held her hand up to the sparkling of the diamond in the candle light to see Carl's face behind it. She instantly said 'YES' and bent forward and kissed him deeply. Isabelle has told me that story hundreds of times and it has never changed once in her recounting of it." "Isabelle was a beautiful 'June Bride' and her wedding dress was very Victorian. She was ravishing and radiant for her man. He was in Victorian dress tux and tails and top hat with a fancy cane. The ceremony was held right out there by the lake with all of their friends from here in attendance. Dan walked her down the lawn and gave her hand to Carl. I was her maid of honor. When the minister presented 'Mr and Mrs Carl Ryan Warren' to the crowd, they almost danced back up the lawn to the reception. They were very eager to start their honeymoon. I believe Carl totally deflowered Isabelle in every satisfying way he could and she wanted, because when they returned he looked prouder than a masterful rooster every did in the hen house and Isabelle had a glow about her that I'm not sure ever faded in their twenty five years of marriage." "I hope I have filled in the little gaps so that you can put together a very interesting article about my Great Aunt Isabelle, Beth Ann." I will look forward to seeing it in print. And I want to thank you so much for treating her so respectfully and caringly. Will you be returning to Boston this evening?" "I will be traveling first to Yonkers and Sugar Loaf to document her life with some pictures of her past homes." Beth Ann stated. "There will be a big lay out to go with this story and it will cover a number of pages in our magazine. We will send you a number of copies after the publishing is done. It has been a pleasure meeting and interviewing your Aunt. Please give her my best and thank her personally for me. I don't want to disturb her much needed rest now." After Beth Ann had departed, I sat thinking in Isabelle's room as she peacefully slept. I had hoped that I had covered all the open holes in Isabelle's story so that Beth Ann didn't feel a need to do further investigation into some of the obvious oddities that arose from Isabelle's minor outbursts of tears. Especially I didn't want her to make anything of Isabelle's confessed confusion and feelings that she was Tom. That could be devastating to all of us. However, Dan had made sure that all of Isabelle's life history as we gave Beth Ann was covered a number of years ago. So if Beth Ann noses around, especially in Sugar Loaf, she would find what we told her is documented and factual. Its just that Isabelle's memory had come apart a few times today. Now should I tell my darling sweetheart Isabelle the real truth about her and me? As I sank back trying to get comfortable in one of the two overstuffed chairs in Isabelle's bedroom, I started daydreaming back to my youth. 'There was Tom teasing me mercilessly as he came over from next door to mow our lawn. He irritated me a lot but Grandma, Rose and Isabelle just laughed and encouraged us both to play together. I remember the day that Tom was teasing me about my pig tails when he grabbed my hand and turned me to look into my face and he froze. Then after moments that way, he kissed me. I kissed him back. From that time on we were inseparable and we were sweethearts. I made up my mind that day that Tom would marry me and be the father of my children. We were going to grow old together for life. How strange that truth would become.' I looked once again at my very first true love of my life lying peacefully sleeping in her bed and I sighed. My heart was churning at all of the water that had rushed under our bridge. I knew no matter what I still loved Isabelle as deeply tonight as I had loved her that first day he kissed me so many years ago. We had done so much together in our childhood, teen years and college ages together. Except for the time apart when we were both going to college, we were always at home together during all breaks, arm in arm. Isabelle made sure we were always somehow properly chaperoned even when we were alone. I saved myself for Tom and he saved himself for me. I was a virgin bride, but Isabelle and Rose made sure that I was not at all ignorant about sexual acts, the body's titillation zones, how to treat Tom, and how to teach Tom to treat me. I discovered on our honeymoon that Tom's dad had taught him about 'the birds and the bees'. Tom was not ignorant about me the very first time he gently undressed me and graciously devoured me completely. I looked again at Isabelle in bed and easily remembered how we spent that first night entwined together, melted as one. Here I sat restlessly in the semi-dark room with Isabelle and my mind went back to that special day when I stood on my daddy's arm in my beautiful white wedding gown at the back of the church looking anxiously at my Tom standing at the altar waiting for me to make that long last journey apart from him down the aisle. He was as anxious as I was to have my daddy put my hand into his. And yet I would make him agonize in the slowness of my stride, making it seem forever. Everyone was standing to watch us become one. I looked at my mother as I came down the aisle and there beside her was my great aunt. Both were the most beautiful women. I had tried so hard to imitate them all of my life. And then I saw no one else but my Tom and like in a fog I heard daddy say "her mother and I do" as he lifted my arm from his and placed my hand into Tom's. At the time I married Tom, a very handsome young man, he possessed a very gentle loving spirit. Tom never lost that spirit ever. Even here today, that spirit is Isabelle completely. I felt that my man would literally die for me, and he always strived with all of his generous love to give me everything in his power and ability to give me. He was no taller than I was and he was thin, trim, fit and deceivingly strong. He had soft features and turned many heads (both female and gay male heads). But Tom never seemed to ever notice any of them except mine. My mind snapped back to the present once again and I caught myself sobbing a little. I couldn't help myself. There was my precious Tom lying peacefully asleep in front of me in Isabelle's form. Yes, when Isabelle was telling how she stood beside mother as I started down the aisle, and then lost it, felt so confused, telling Beth Ann that she felt like she was looking through Tom's eyes and that his heart was really hers, 'it was her' standing at the altar looking for me to join her in oneness of union. How bizarre this would appear to anyone if they knew. My great aunt Isabelle was definitely in the pew beside mother, which was true enough. However, my great aunt Isabelle telling Beth Ann about her life story just a few hours earlier was my precious Tom -- that was true enough too. I really twisted up a number of lives. It is somewhat confusing to me even how I allowed all of this to happen. Let me see if I can retrace it and make it make any kind of logical sense at all. I must get my head on straight here if I am going to tell Isabelle, my precious Tom really, that truth. I must trace it all from that day Tom slipped the ring on my finger, promising to love, honor, cherish, and obey in good times and bad, in health and in sickness 'till death we do part'. I placed a ring on his finger vowing the same. Now can I make good those vows 'till death we do part'? Oh, wow, I'm not sure I can even explain all of this to my Tom, now Isabelle, if I try. Tom lifted my veil and kissed me long and deep in front of everyone present. The silence of the moment was broken by cheerful applause and cheering. The minister turned us to the crowd and said "I am pleased to present to you Mr and Mrs Thomas Michael Phillips." We were so happy as I grabbed the skirt of my gown and Tom's arm and we danced down the aisle to the back of the church. Then there was a whirlwind of family, friends and guests all gathering to wish us congratulations and prepare to leave for the reception at the country club. We had pictures to take first with the family and wedding party before we could join them. When we arrived we were ushered in grand fashion into the spot light. We welcomed everyone in turn, through our reception line being kissed and hugged more than I had all of my life. Would I ever be able to kiss and hug Tom as much as everyone was doing to us that day? Our photographer was more under foot than I had ever been under Isabelle's skirts the whole time Tom and I did anything. We all ate a superb multi-course dinner prepared by two different famous chefs that daddy knew. The champagne flowed and I was very light on my feet. Thanks to Tom for holding me ever so close I was able to remain upright. I was so hot to get him alone and there were a few times dancing close to him that I felt he was as hot as I was. We finally cut the cake and smeared some on each other with joyous laughter. We drank our wedding toast to each other, as if we needed more. Tom sat me down on a chair in the middle of the room and without using his hands, he nosed up under my dress and grabbed my garter in his teeth and pulled it down my leg and over my high heel. Then he eagerly jumped to his feet waving my garter over his head as if he had won the world cup. He then sling-shot it over his shoulder to the bachelors in the crowd. I then gathered all of the single girls, including Rose and Isabelle, and tossed my bridal bouquet over my head to be caught. No, neither of my aunts snagged it. It was a teenage girl who was so bright red with embarrassment after the photographer snapped off a number of shots of her. Tom and I disappeared into a small room off of the banquet hall and changed out of our wedding finery and into less dressy of clothing. Although he donned a suit and tie and I a fancy top, skirt and jacket with hose and heels. I easily could have pulled on blue jeans and a sweat shirt, but daddy wouldn't have approved. Then it was time for us to make our honeymoon get away. The gauntlet exit line of family, friends and guests with rice was torturous, in great fun of course. I haven't seen too many New York snow storms like that blizzard. I believe I was still cleaning rice out of my hair a month later, Tom too, but it was so much fun finding it on him or letting him find more on me. Our limo rushed us to the air port to fly us away to somewhere special that Tom had planned but intended as a total surprise to me. I would have to 'wait and see'. Right now, any port in the storm that had a bed with Tom in it was all I cared about. I was hot and wet and ready to have my virginity lost to my husband and lover. I snuck a number of feels against his crotch on the plane. I am sure Tom thought the plane wouldn't ever arrive where we were going. We flew direct to LAX and changed planes there for the final leg of our mysterious -- to me -- honeymoon destination. It was night time when we started our approach to a very beautifully lit city. I still was in the dark myself as to where we were. It seemed as if we were in the air for weeks instead of hours. I don't want to leave the impression that I was anxious to feel my man between my legs, but that is exactly where I intended to keep Tom for days. It was about ten when I saw a sign in the airport that cued me in that we were in Costa Rica. A limo was waiting for us and it was another forty minutes once all our luggage loaded and we pulled away from the loading zone. The lights of our resort were so romantic and inviting as we were led to our beach front villa. The bellboy opened the door and Tom scooped me up in his arms and carried me across the threshold and into the room and gently sat me down on the plush leather couch and turned to oversee the depositing of all of our bags just inside the door. Tom must have given the bellboy a generous tip from the smile I could see on his face. In that economy, it may have been an obscene amount to him. And Tom took the 'do not disturb' sign off the back of the door and hung it on the knob on the hall side of the door and closed and locked it. That click was music to my ears and my eyes caught a huge bulge tenting up in my husband's pants. Tom walked over to the bar and took the magnum of champagne from the ice bucket that was already chilled and waiting just for us. Tom had thought of everything to impress me and it was working. Pop went the cork and a bit of overflowing champagne foam shot out. Tom poured two champagne flutes full and came over to where I sat and eased down beside me offering me one of the glasses. I took it and we wrapped our arms around each other's and drank, with our eyes lustfully gazing at each other. Then we passionately kissed long and deeply. After we parted, I downed the rest of my champagne and arose to look for a specific piece of luggage. I spotted it, retrieved it and started for the bathroom, asking Tom to top off my glass again and then wait right where he currently sat. I quickly undressed till I was standing completely nude in front of the full length wall mirrors. I starred at myself thinking that the next time I entered this room; I would have been fully deflowered and well fucked. I was looking at a virgin staring back at me for the last time. I opened my bag and started laying out my wedding-bed seduction attire. I had a baby doll camisole that hid nothing. I pull up matching satin panties with lace trim and a satin bow on the front. I dabbed an enticing perfume under my ears, on my neck, on my elbows, my belly button, and behind my knees. I then slipped into a satiny matching thin cover robe and fluffed up my hair with both hands. I took a deep breathe and held it momentarily before spinning around and grabbing the door knob and opening the last obstacle between me and Tom. I was not ignorant of male anatomy or the various sexual positions and acts of seduction and performances. I was just totally inexperienced was all. I had taken related courses in college, and between my mother, Aunt Isabelle and Rose, I had a number of 'girl talks' about this very time I was now facing. And I was facing it with expectancy, excitement, joy and great anticipation of fulfillment for both of us. I intended to be an exotic goddess for my Tom and give him anything he so desired this night, tomorrow, this week and for the rest of our married lives together. And I believed that the boy, now the man, who tormented me by teasing me in our childhood, would torment me in a whole new and welcome mind-blowing way. I would find out later that Tom, who had never engaged in any sexual acts with anyone else other than the natural one of 'taking his own in hand', was prepared, educated by the same means I was to make me all his and melt into oneness with me. He was eager and waiting as I glided gracefully toward the couch he was reclined on. However, even in his eagerness, I would come to know that his father had taught him something that no young buck ever learns till a very frustrated doe eventually demands that they slow down and give their lover satisfaction too. Tom's f