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Small Beginnings (Chapter 13)
Jack took Ann into him arms and kissed her deeply. She pulled back and
took the small velvet box from his hand and took out the ring. It was
two-tone gold and white gold in sensual vines wrapping and weaving
around a diamond that, to Ann, appeared to be the diameter of a dime.
Every dream she'd ever had about living as a woman had just come true as
she looked at her finger, the diamond blazing in the night. Softly she
began to weep, Jack held her close.
Jack knew Ann wasn't sad, just overwhelmed. He could feel Ann's
excitement pressing against him. His own excitement urged him to hold
her in his arms and kiss her deeply. Ann hugged him back ferociously,
clawing at his body with passion. He picked her up, as lightly as a
feather, and she wrapped her arms around his neck to hold on. He placed
her on the bed and stripped off his jacket and tie while Ann watched
with unconcealed lust.
She lay on the bed squirming with pleasure as every nerve in her skin
was reporting in. She felt the airy softness of her dress wrapped
around her. She felt the heaviness of her breasts on her chest as she
breathed teasing her nipples. She felt wetness in her panties as she
watched Jack take off his shirt. Jack stepped out of his pants and
crawled onto the bed above her. She raised her arms and flipped her
hair behind her head; Jack reached up and held her wrists above her.
Ann squirmed with the feeling of mild helplessness. Jack slid his hand
up the side of her thigh, hiking the hem of her dress. He slipped his
hand under the silky fabric, and when he felt her skin reached to her
hip sliding the dress up. She gasped and he kissed her open mouth.
Jack released her arms and she wrapped them around his neck continuing
to kiss him deeply. Jack reached down and slipped his fingers around
her panties. Ann raised her butt off the bed allowing him to slip her
panties down. Jack sat up, and Ann reluctantly let him go. She raised
her legs high in the air allowing Jack to take her panties off
completely, her dress slipped completely down to her waist. Jack tossed
the lacy little confection aside causing Ann to giggle, and then he lay
back on top of her, his turgid cock slipping out of his loose boxers.
Ann could feel the heat from his loins pressed next to hers. His weight
was almost crushing her but it wasn't uncomfortable, on the contrary, it
was comforting. She reached around him stroking the back of his head
running her nails on the skin of his bare back. She could feel his
hairy chest tickling the skin of her neckline.
She kissed Jack's neck and bit his earlobe, causing him to groan with
pleasure. She whispered in his ear as she kissed it, "Jack, let me take
my dress off before we go further."
He nodded, still unable to speak. He rolled off her to the other side
of the bed. Ann lithely slipped off the bed. Jack lay on his side
watching her. She stood in the moonlight, her back to Jack, silhouetted
by the city lights. She reached behind her head and untied her halter
top, allowing the dress to flow like water off her body and on to the
floor. She bent over at the waist to pick up her dress. She stood up,
and looked over her shoulder at Jack, brushing her hair out of her face
as she did so. Jack was extremely erect at her display of feminine
seduction. He slipped and kicked his boxers off as she draped her dress
over a chair. Ann turned to him and slowly like a cat, walked toward the
bed. Jack admired her from head to toe. He noted her hair so
fetchingly messed from their kissing earlier, her beautiful eyes, gazing
at him like he was her prey. She licked her full lips with the tip of
her tongue, causing him to shiver. He didn't think his penis could get
harder. He groaned. His eyes followed her neckline to her shoulders so
soft and round down to her breasts. Her tiny nipples were hard with
excitement. He smiled as his gazed followed her waist down to her
narrow hips. Her curves excited him. She didn't have a woman's curves,
but that's what excited him. A few years ago he wouldn't have found her
body type attractive. He looked down at her stiff pookie, and realized
just how much he desired her...just as she was. She was all he wanted in
the world.
Ann reached the bed and crawled across it like a lioness on the
savannah. Jack could not contain himself and reached out and grabbed
her pulling her close to him. Ann straddled him. He lay back
pleasantly surprised at her feminine aggression. She ground her stiffy
into his belly, feeling his steely hard dick at her butt. His passion
was getting the better of him and he thrust his hips, humping air but
running the tip of his cock between her cheeks causing both of them to
gasp and moan. She reached around and ran her nails over his cock, the
skin tight over the granite hardness underneath. He moaned as she
teased him rubbing him between her ass cheeks and reaching down lower to
stroke his scrotum with her nails. He shivered. She then aimed him at
her hole, and sat back. She gasped with pleasure as she sank back on
his penis. He moaned and grabbed her hips, as she rocked on him
impaling herself on him.
Jack ground Ann's hips into him. She felt him hit her prostate and
squealed. She shook as she orgasmed. Her spasms gripped Jack inside
her sending pulses of pleasure through him causing him to explode deep
within. She leaned down and kissed him holding him inside her. "I Love
you, Jack," she breathed.
Jack panted as he came down from his orgasm. "I...love you...too," he said,
softly.
Eventually, sated and somewhat sticky, Jack and Ann drifted to sleep.
Jack softly stoked Ann's hair. Her body was wrapped around him and
she'd had fallen asleep running her fingers though his chest hair. He
drifted asleep thinking about what they'd just done. He knew he was
courting disaster with Jeanette. He would think about that tomorrow,
for now he was still basking in the glow of the proposal. He dreamt of
many years to come with this girl in his arms.
Ann walked briskly through the door of the gallery Monday morning. She
waved to Cindy with her left hand as she breezed past, the bright light
glittering off the engagement ring. Cindy took a second to process what
she'd seen, by that time Ann was at the steps to Dacia's office. She
squealed loudly, the echoes ringing though the vaulted ceiling,
"Cricket" Dacia, yelled, adding her own echo to the din. Ann smiled as
she ascended the stairs. Dacia was standing at the rail telling Cricket
to kindly keep her outbursts down when Ann reached the top of the
stairs. Dacia turned to Ann, "That girl! What the hell is wrong with
her?" Ann waved her ring-finger hand in a dismissive gesture.
"Who knows," she grinned.
Dacia's eyes got wide as she saw the ring. "OH my!" she gushed.
Ann held out her hand to Dacia as Cricket came tripping up the steps.
The girls all giggled and gushed and Ann felt naturally one of them for
the first time. They were happy for her, as they would be for any woman
in her situation. Dacia announced, "This calls for a celebration!"
Cricket jumped up and down on her toes, "Oh Yes! Girl's night tonight,
that is a must."
Ann hesitated. "I don't know, I can't leave Jack with the kids."
"Oh, of course you can," Dacia confirmed.
Ann giggled and blushed. "I guess if it's a must....then it's a must. I
just need to call Jack."
The rest of the day was a blur. Ann called Jack and let him know she
would be late getting home.
"Will you be ok with handling the boys alone?"
"Of course," Jack replied. "I've gotten a lot better at taking care of
things alone since we've met." He chuckled, thinking back.
"OK," Ann said, relieved. "I will be home late. Very late, if I know
Cindy."
"Well, then I will be the big guy in the bed then."
The girls headed out for dinner after shutting the gallery down for the
night. Dacia had gotten them reservations at a trendy place she'd heard
about. The wine began to flow as they sat down to eat, giggling and
beginning the planning process. Cricket wanted to know every detail,
but as much as Ann had dreamed of getting married, it had been such an
unrealistic goal she'd never really given it the thought that Cricket
apparently had.
After dinner they went to a hot spot across town from the Gallery. With
Jack and two small kids to occupy her time it had been over a year since
she'd been to a nightclub. Ann was having fun, but it was different.
It occurred to her she'd grown out of the club scene. Cricket pulled
her out on to the dance floor. They danced and flirted with the men on
the dance floor. Time slipped away as the beat thumped in Ann's chest.
Cindy could do this all night and was young enough to be relatively
fresh the next morning. Ann knew she'd be wiped out. She joined Dacia
back at the bar, and could see in her eyes that she also wanted to go.
Cricket finally came off the dance floor and the Ann, begged her off.
She wished everyone a good night and headed out into the night air.
She chose to take the subway back to the Gallery. Her car was parked
nearby. Ann tugged on her purse strap and held it tight as she climbed
the stairs back up to the street. She listened to the click of her
heels on the pavement. She'd just gotten to the car and was reaching
into her purse for her key when the man stepped out of the shadows.
"Hey pretty girl," he crooned.
Ann turned with a start. "Oh! I didn't see you there."
"Late, to be out alone," He said. The street lamp at the end of the
corner glinted off the knife. Ann realized her mistake too late. She'd
parked during the day, not paying any attention to where the street
lamps were. It was dark, she was alone, and very vulnerable.
She held out her purse. "Here," was all she could muster. She slipped
her key in her hand as her only weapon. She was very afraid.
The man slapped her purse down, and stepped in. Ann stepped back
against the car. "No...please."
"Honey....hush," the man purred menacingly. He put his knife to her
throat. "Make a sound and I will cut that pretty neck." Ann nodded
feeling the blade on her skin, sweat pouring off her brow she began to
whimper. "Shut your mouth, Bitch." Ann bit her lip as he slipped his
hand to her crotch. He hitched her skirt up and reached under. Ann
was tucked but it didn't take him long to figure out her secret.
Recognition flashed in his eyes and Ann screwed her eyes shut and cried.
"SONOFABITCH!"
Her eyes were still closed when his fist hit her in the jaw, breaking
it. Her instincts clicked and she kneed him in the balls. He rocked
back, but the pain only made him angry. He grabbed her before she
could take two steps away from the car in her heels. He spun her around
slamming her into the car. She felt her shoulder wrench in its socket.
"You punk!" he growled, as he slammed her head into the car. "Trying to
make a faggot out of me bitch? You think I want a pussy boy?" He
punched her in the kidney and Ann cried out with the intense pain. Her
knees grew weak and she fell to the ground, the man continued punching
and kicking at her and she tried to get into the fetal position.
Her eyes began to close as the black eyes swelled. The pummeling grew
distant. She could almost imagine it happening to someone else. Dream
like, She saw Katrina, and her sister. She saw Alex and Tommy. Then
she saw Jack. She let herself go as the fog of pain washed over her.
The telephone rang, Jack started out of deep sleep. Reaching over for
the phone he groggily realized Ann wasn't in bed yet. "What the hell is
the time," he angrily thought. "Hello..." he managed to growl into the
phone.
"Mr. O'Donnell?" the voice said.
"Yeah? Who's this?"
"This is Detective Miller, Metro Police. Are you the partner of Brian
Bailey, aka Ann Bailey?"
Jack sat up in bed. "Yes. She's my girlfriend...Fianc?e actually. What's
happened?" Jack said sliding his legs over the side of the bed, concern
growing in his voice.
"It appears, MISS Bailey was mugged at her car after a night out."
Jack didn't like the sarcastic way the detective pronounced "miss." "Is
SHE alright?" pronouncing "she" in a minor act of defiance against this
jerk.
"She's in the ER at St. Vincent. She's alive. I'll leave the medical
diagnosis to the doctors."
"I will be right down."
"I wouldn't recommend that. The hospital rules do not allow it, and we
will have officers coming by to take a statement. We need to know if
she has next of kin to inform."
Now Jack was angry. "Fuck that, she is my fianc?e. I am her next of
kin!"
"You aren't married so, actually, no, you're not."
Jack grit his teeth and clenched the phone. "I'll be here for the
officers....make sure one of them isn't you."
Jack got up and put on some coffee. He stormed and raged helplessly
around the house, until he hit on calling Dacia. Though the crying
Dacia figured out what happened. Horrified, she took over,
"Jack...Jack listen to me. I have Ann's sister's number. She knew this
might be a problem if anything were to happen. She's a smart girl.
I'll take care of it."
"OK," was all he could muster. "Give me her number, the police will
need it."
Calmer, Jack realized that Caroline could go to the hospital.
Everything would be OK. Ann was alive. She'll be ok...She will. He had
to get control of himself and be strong for her.
Ann slowly became aware of an itching in her nose. Everything was grey
and unfocused. She wanted to scratch her nose, but her arm wouldn't
move. Her mouth tasted terrible and felt sticky and dry. She heard a
beeping. "Shit!" She was in a hospital! She thought, "Why?"
Suddenly, her body began to report in, and everything hurt. She took
shallow breaths as her ribcage ached. She tried to speak but only
managed a croak. Her eyes focused, and saw she was hooked to an IV.
She realized she was getting oxygen up her nose. She looked around and
saw her sister getting up from the chair where she held vigil. Caroline
took her hand and squeezed.
"JacK?" Ann finally managed to ask.
"He's here," Caroline said, squeezing her hand again and smiling
sympathetically. "We all are."
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