A Well Lived Life 2 Book 10 BridgetChapter 5 Transition
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August 7, 2000, Chicago, Illinois
“Slow, gentle, and loving,” Maria Cristina requested as I pushed my hips forward, entering her for what was likely to be the last time.
I nodded, kissed her softly, and we began a slow-motion horizontal dance. Maria Cristina wrapped her legs around me, and we exchanged numerous soft kisses as we moved together. There was no urgency on either of our parts, as we wanted to make what was likely our very last lovemaking session last as long as possible.
For Maria Cristina, it wasn’t about orgasms - that had been the goal of the previous night, when after I’d taken her around the world twice, I’d spent nearly an hour pleasuring her orally. No, for her, this was about me showing her how much I loved her and she showing how much she loved me. Each kiss expressed our deep feelings for each other, and we spent considerable time just staring into each other’s eyes as we slowly moved together towards our final destination.
When we reached it, we each watched the other’s face intently, enjoying the visible sign of the pleasure which was coursing through our bodies. We lay together, kissing softly until I slipped from her, then went to the shower.
“I’ll run with you this morning,” Maria Cristina said as the warm water coursed over our bodies.
I nodded, and when we’d rinsed off sufficiently, we put on our shorts, t-shirts, and running shoes, and left the house. We walked to Washington Park, ran our circuit, then walked back to the house where we took a warm, loving shower, carefully washing each other’s bodies. When we finished, we dried each other, dressed, and went downstairs. Birgit was waiting, hands on hips, so Maria Cristina went to the kitchen to make breakfast while I took my slightly annoyed daughter to the sunroom to cuddle.
“You ran BEFORE cuddles,” she declared, snuggling close.
“I did. Maria Cristina and I needed some time together. And it’s not like you aren’t getting your cuddles!”
“I saw her dancing with that Navy Lieutenant,” Birgit declared. “Are you being dumped?”
I laughed, “Excuse me?!”
“I’m teasing, Dad! But she seems to like him.”
“She does. He asked her on a date and she’s going to go out with him. But that is not ‘being dumped’ you little turkey! Nothing else will change.”
“Good. I like her. She’s lots of fun and my friends like her, too.”
“That’s good. What are you doing today?”
“We’re going to the Brookfield Zoo. Aunt Sofia doesn’t work today, so she’s organizing things. Aunt Kathy will meet us there with her kids.”
“Cool. I saw you hanging out a lot with Kjell.”
“He’s nice, but don’t worry, Dad, I’m not ready to kiss him. Yet!”
“Why would I worry? You need to decide for yourself when you’re ready. Just remember the rules.”
“Give me a break, Dad! ‘Kiss’ does not mean ‘fuck’! It hasn’t since I was eight!”
“The one has a way to leading to the other,” I replied.
“That’s what Mom says!”
“And your mom would know!” I chuckled.
“Two more minutes!” I demanded when Dad said we needed to go eat breakfast.
“Yes, Pumpkin,” he replied.
I snuggled even closer and Dad tightened his arm around me. There was no better place in the world than lying in the chaise next to my dad in his arms. My moms were SO lucky. They got to do this naked. I imagined what that might be like, but I doubted it could ever happen. I’d seen my dad in the sauna, and he was handsome and gorgeous, but he was my dad. I wished there was a way...
When three minutes were up, we went to the kitchen where we had breakfast with Maria Cristina and Mom.
“Hi, Babe,” Dad said, giving Mom a sexy kiss.
“Good morning, Tiger! Have a good night?”
“We did!” Maria Cristina exclaimed.
I rolled my eyes, which Dad saw, and he laughed. They knew I knew, and thought it was cute, but none of them knew the truth; only Aunt Katy knew, and she was the one who told me quite clearly that it was impossible and I shouldn’t think about it. She was lucky, too, because she got to be with Dad when we visited Vermont.
“Morning!” Winter called out, coming into the kitchen. “Should I start breakfast for the Swedish contingent?”
“I think so,” Dad said. “I need to leave for work, which is why we’re eating now.”
He and Mom finished eating and left the kitchen along with Maria Cristina. I stayed to help Winter make breakfast, and when it was ready, went to get Kjell and Kristina while Winter went upstairs to get their parents. I sat with them while they ate, and then we all got ready to leave for the zoo. Uncle Josh and Aunt Mary arrived with Sandra, and Aunt Sofia arrived a few minutes later. We all got into Mom’s minivan, the minivan which Uncle Josh had rented, and Aunt Sofia’s car, and headed to the zoo where we met Aunt Kathy and her kids.
“Jesse decided not to join us?” Aunt Kathy asked.
“No,” I said. “He’s hanging out with Cynthia playing video games, and then Mrs. Sarcu is picking them up so they can go to the ice rink and skate with Mikey and Nicole.”
“Did you bring your family pass?” she asked.
“Yes, and Dad gave me six guest passes.”
“Good. I have three, so we have enough because we have our membership, and Sofia and Stavros have one as well.”
We all trooped into the zoo, and Aunt Kathy and Aunt Sofia made sure we got tickets for the dolphin show, then we started walking around to see the animals. I made sure we went to the penguin exhibit so I could tease Dad about it. He really liked penguins and he’d be jealous I got to see them!
“Hi, Jesse!” Cynthia exclaimed when I opened the door for her.
She came into the house and gave me a quick kiss, and then we went to the living room.
“What do you want to play today?” I asked.
She giggled softly, “I liked what we did yesterday!”
“We could,” I said.
“I, uhm, I’m a bit uncomfortable. We could kiss and stuff, but I think we need to wait a few days before we have sex again.”
“Sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“It’s not your fault,” she replied. “Doctor Bethany’s book says that’s normal and in a few days it’ll be fine and won’t hurt or be uncomfortable. Well, assuming I get wet enough. You made me super-wet with your tongue!”
“I like doing that and you taste really good!”
“You think so?”
“Yes.”
“And will you do that if I do that to you?”
“Yes.”
Cynthia giggled, “I’d rather play with you than with the Nintendo!”
“Do you want to go to my room?”
“Yes!” she exclaimed.
We ran up the stairs, went into my room, I shut the door, and stripped off my clothes, getting into bed with an already naked Cynthia. We started kissing, and after a couple of minutes, I moved so I could kiss her breasts, then moved between her legs, and began kissing and licking her pussy, and sucking gently on her clit. She started moaning and breathing hard, and it wasn’t long before she gasped and groaned and had an orgasm. I wasn’t going to stop, and kept going until my jaw started to ache, which was after three more orgasms.
I moved up and French kissed Cynthia, and then she moved so she could kiss and lick MY nipples, which made my already hard boner ever harder. She soon moved down so she could kiss, lick, and suck me, and I propped myself on my elbows so I could watch as my dick disappeared partway into her mouth. I loved the feel of her soft tongue and the gently sucking, and enjoyed watching as she experimented with using her hand and mouth. When I came, she didn’t take her mouth off me, and ran her tongue around the head of my dick, almost making me pass out from pleasure. When I finished, she licked and sucked, then moved up so we could kiss.
“I want to, so bad,” she whispered.
“It’s OK,” I replied. “It’s only a few days.”
“I know, but I NEED you in me,” she said, her voice bordering on being whiny.
“Wednesday or Thursday,” I replied gently. “We don’t want to make it worse!”
“I know,” she sighed.
“I could lick you again,” I offered.
“Yes!” she exclaimed. “That feels SO good!”
I gave her two more orgasms with my lips and tongue, and then we cuddled for a bit before we took a shower, dressed, and went downstairs to play video games.
“I need to say something to Kelly,” I said as we picked up the controllers to play Mario Kart 64.
“You mean because we fooled around yesterday because of the bet?”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t ask you to be my boyfriend,” she said. “I like hanging out with you and I really like sex, but I think we should just be friends.”
“Friends with benefits?” I asked. “Mom One said that means people who want to fool around but aren’t boyfriend and girlfriend.”
“Yes! I don’t like all the mushy stuff. I like video games and pool and sports. And sex! Remember, I said I’m not jealous.”
“Did you plan yesterday?” I asked.
“No. The bet was just something silly. But once I was standing there naked, I SO wanted you to kiss me. And then, well, it was SO good I didn’t want to stop! You seem like you might be upset; are you?”
“No. It’s just that I didn’t expect it, and then I figured you wanted to be my girlfriend, so you did it.”
“You mean to keep you from Kelly or steal you from Francesca? No way! It kind of just happened. And no, I’m not mad or anything. I LIKED it. A lot. I’ll do it with you every day once I feel OK.”
“You can’t steal me from Francesca, because there is no ‘me and Francesca’,” I sighed. “Her mom made sure of that. But I don’t think Kelly would appreciate us having sex.”
“She’s not your girlfriend, so it’s not her business! SHE isn’t putting out for you!”
“But it’s not like that,” I replied. “I mean, yes, I like sex, a lot! But Kelly has to decide if it’s something she wants to do.”
“Do you want a girlfriend? Or is having a,” she giggled, “‘fuck buddy’ just fine?”
I laughed, “It’s confusing; I mean the ‘girlfriend’ thing. I still want Francesca, I just can’t have her. So that’s why I haven’t really tried to have a girlfriend. For now, a ‘fuck buddy’ is just fine!”
“You’re good at sex! Well, I think so, ‘cause that was the first time I ever did it! I really like how your tongue feels, and oh my God, when you were inside me and we were actually doing it, I thought I would lose my mind!”
“Well, it sure isn’t on racing! You just finished last!”
“Because I was thinking about having sex!” she giggled.
We played for about an hour, then had lunch, then went to the main house to play pool until Mrs. Sarcu arrived to pick us up for skating. We had a great time at the rink, and then went out to eat before Mrs. Sarcu brought us home. Cynthia and I shared a really nice French kiss, and then she left to go home.
“Interesting development,” Mom Two said.
“What?” I asked.
“You and Cynthia.”
“She’s a friend,” I replied.
“That’s a heck of a friend!” Mom Two laughed. “That sounds like something your dad would say!”
“Can YOU keep track of my dad’s wives, girlfriends, lovers, friends, or whatever the heck they call them?” I asked.
“No!” Mom Two laughed. “I’m not sure how your dad does it! But I have to ask, do you kiss all your friends that way?”
“If you think I’m kissing Mikey or Nicholas, you’re out of your mind! YOU decided to stick to kissing girls; I am NOT going to kiss guys! Ever!”
Mom Two laughed, “But it doubles your chances of getting a date on Friday night!”
“I do NOT have that problem,” I replied smugly, with a huge grin.
“Obviously not, if Cynthia is any indication! Are you following the rules?”
“Yes, Mom Two,” I replied, rolling my eyes.
“Not just STI tests and protection, Jesse; I mean how you’re treating Cynthia and Kelly.”
“Yes. No cheating and no lying. Kelly isn’t my girlfriend and she doesn’t think she is. I think she might want to be, but I haven’t asked her or anything like that.”
“So long as you’re honest and forthright with the girls, you know Mom One and I won’t interfere. I do suggest you change your sheets afterwards, though.”
“Oops,” I replied with a silly grin. “I’m going over to Nicholas’ house to watch a movie. See you!”
“Bye, Jesse!”
I left the coach house and walked to Nicholas’ house where we watched The Last Starfighter with Tom. When it finished, I headed home, and before I got into bed, I changed my sheets.
August 9, 2000, Chicago, Illinois
“You know that if I don’t get out of bed, a certain pint-size human will be on the warpath,” I said to Jessica on Wednesday morning.
“She is NOT the only one who likes to cuddle, Tiger!” Jessica protested.
“This is a far cry from wanting a trophy husband who curled your toes on demand!” I teased.
“I may have changed my opinion on our relationship.”
“And Kara and I are both very happy that happened. It wasn’t without a lot of pain and suffering on all our parts. And you know where I fix the blame.”
“The whole process of becoming a doctor, plus a bit of terrible behavior on the part of my mom and Troy.”
“That about sums it up.”
“You’ve done wonders preparing Maria Cristina for medical school.”
“It’s been a team effort,” I said. “I was just a bit surprised she chose now to change things, but honestly, I agree she had to seize the opportunity with Lieutenant Knox. Liz is going on her date a week from Friday with a guy from the Public Defender’s office. She met him when she was clerking for Melanie last year. They ran into each other and he asked her out.”
“Ready for the NEXT shoe to drop?”
“What?” I asked.
“In the mail yesterday was a letter for Winter from a place that does wedding planning.”
“When it rains, it pours,” I chuckled. “But you don’t know for sure, right?”
“Last week there was a postcard for bridal gowns. I figured it was just one of those marketing things because she’s in the right age group, but I’d say the two things together tell me she’s going to marry soon.”
“I haven’t seen a ring,” I replied. “So perhaps they’re just in the discussion stage.”
“We’ll have to replace her, because Birgit is still only twelve and you read that article in the paper the other day.”
“I can’t believe DCFS is going after parents for having a twelve-year-old babysitter! If the newspaper article is right, she did exactly what any adult would have done - called 9-1-1 and got the kid to the hospital!”
“And it was just a bad allergic reaction to something the PARENTS had brought into the house,” Jessica groused. “And the kid was fine after we treated him. So fucking stupid!”
“I agree. I’m sure Winter will give us enough notice. And it’s not like we haven’t seen this movie before! And now I need to go find our daughter before I’m in the doghouse!”
Jessica reluctantly moved and I got out of bed. I put on my running clothes, then went downstairs to cuddle my daughter.
“How are you this morning?” I asked.
“Good! We went to the Museum yesterday, and today we’re going to the Botanical Garden where Samantha got married. I bet they don’t have metal detectors this time!”
“Well, since Jesse, Nicholas, David, and the Kallas boys are going along, they might! You little terrorists are dangerous when you get together!”
“Very funny! Katt likes to cuddle you.”
“She does. We used to cuddle when I lived in Sweden. I’d sit in a chair in her room and she’d cuddle in my lap for hours.”
“Because it’s so awesome,” Birgit declared, snuggling even closer.
Despite Birgit’s protests, eventually I needed to get up to run, and Maria Cristina joined me again. She was off-and-on about running, but it didn’t surprise me now that we’d reframed our relationship that she seemed to want to run regularly with me. I appreciated both the company and the sentiment. When we finished our run, we walked back to the house, showered separately, and then went down to breakfast where Jessica joined us. Jessica and I both missed Kara; she’d be home in ten days, something we were very much looking forward to. Her girls missed her as well, but they were keeping busy with their friends, and now with our visitors from Sweden.
Before I left for work, I said goodbye to Josh, Mary, and Sandra who were heading back to Virginia. They promised to visit again soon, and after I walked them to where their van was parked at the dojo, I walked home, got in my BMW, and headed to the office.
That evening, after dinner, Winter asked to talk to me. I suppressed a chuckle, and we went to my study.
“Kendall and I are talking about getting married,” she said.
I decided to let her know we’d guessed because of her mail.
“The bridal gown card and the letter from the wedding planner sort of gave that away!”
“Shoot!” she laughed. “Doctor Jessica gets the mail when she’s home!”
“When?”
She held up her hand, “I’ll let you know when he buys the ring!”
“A rough estimate?”
“We’ve been dating for over three years, so it won’t be a long engagement. I’d say December or January, and lots of places have openings then, so it’ll be easier to schedule than say, June.”
“December worked really well for us,” I replied. “Do you have a plan with regard to work?”
“Actually, unless you have a different idea, I’d like to still work for you. Obviously, I’d move out and we’d have to change our arrangements, but it works well with me taking morning classes towards my degree.”
“Where does Kendall live?”
“Bridgeport. He can walk to work at Comiskey Park, which is really nice, and it’s not too far for me to drive here for work.”
Kendall was a maintenance supervisor at the ballpark, a very lucrative, but difficult job.
“I’m postive we can come up with a new arrangement,” I replied. “The kids will be happy because they really like you and don’t think you’re ‘up in their business’!”
Winter laughed, “I just try to be a big sister and it works. They’re pretty good kids, really.”
“Until they decide you’re a target, and then look out!”
“That’s only against you!” she declared mirthfully.
“You may have a point,” I chuckled. “Do you plan to stay until you marry?”
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January 19, 1989, En-Route from LAX to ORD When the engines of the plane started, Jeri reached over and took my hand. She held it while we pushed away from the gate, and taxied for takeoff. Her grip tightened a bit as we hurtled down the runway, but nothing like the death grip she’d had on my arm for the flight out. The plane roared its way into the air and once we leveled out, Jeri’s grip loosened but she didn’t let go of my hand. “How are you doing?” I asked with a touch of...
September 1982, Chicago, Illinois The weekend was quiet and besides homework, I worked on the program changes for Frank, called Karin, Tatyana, and Kara, and hung out with my usual study group. Monday was refreshingly normal. On Tuesday morning, I handed Katy my completed intake form. She put it in an envelope and stuck it in her bag. She said she’d let me know soon about the interview. On Tuesday afternoon, after having lunch with Stephie, I made my rounds and then I headed over to Sigma...
October 1982, Chicago, Illinois The drive back to Chicago was as uneventful as usual, and I arrived at the apartment just before 6:00pm. When I arrived, Elyse and Stephie were sitting on the couch and Jackie was sitting on the loveseat. Stephie hopped up as I opened the door and greeted me with a hug and a kiss. “Hi, Peaches!” I said. “Glad you’re home, Yankee!” “Hi, Steve,” Elyse and Jackie both said. “Hey,” I replied. “How was the weekend?” “Well, it was just Kurt with me, Stephie,...
June 11, 1989, Chicago, Illinois It was just after 3:00am when I kissed Trish goodbye. She’d been an enthusiastic, energetic, and adventurous lover. We’d done just about anything either of us could think of, though her breasts weren’t large enough for a tit-fuck. The last time had been in the shower where we’d ostensibly gone to clean up afterwards, but instead I ended up taking her from behind as she leaned against the wall of the shower. “I think I’ll have you again, Steve Adams,” she...
May 1978 The first couple of weeks in May were busy with school, work, and friends. Except for Becky, I didn’t even have any dates. But I was OK with that. Well, almost OK. I wanted to see Anna, but it likely wasn’t going to happen until school was out. I had tutoring sessions with Melanie, but she still wouldn’t talk to me about anything other than Spanish. Barely a hello. I was grateful for the tutoring, but it was maddening seeing my friend this way. I hoped someday she could understand...
March, 1982, Milford, Ohio As I drove along I-65, I thought about what Stephanie had asked for and what Bethany had said without even knowing about the request. Of course, because Bethany and I were so in tune, she might have actually had an idea that I was struggling with getting involved with my sister again. I kept turning it over and over in my mind and I kept coming to the same conclusion — that I shouldn’t do it. I was torn between doing what Stephanie wanted and doing what Kara and...
September 7, 1992, Chicago, Illinois “That went reasonably well,” Michelle said when her parents drove off. “There were a few times I thought my expression would give away something I shouldn’t. You were messing with me, weren’t you?” She grabbed both my hands and smiled, “I was telling the truth, in my own way. Thank you!” She leaned forward and kissed my cheek. “So, what’s left?” I asked. “To visit UofC tomorrow and formally withdraw from classes. To spend some time with you and your...
October 1981, Chicago, Illinois I arrived back at the apartment just before 10:00pm and saw the address for the party. I decided I wasn’t particularly interested in going so I put on some music, poured myself a glass of wine, and started reading more about Russia. I was alternating between the history and culture book and the Communist Party book, decided on the history and culture book for this time. I didn’t get much reading done because I was thinking about Tatyana, which led me to...
January 23, 1996, Chicago, Illinois “Father, bless!” I said, greeting Father Basil with upturned palms. “Bless you, Stephen,” he said as I kissed his hand. The waiter showed us to a quiet table along the wall of Roditys in Greektown. He took our drink orders and was back quickly. We placed our food orders right away and he left to put them in with the kitchen. “I’m not quite sure how to address this, so I’m just going to ask you bluntly. Are you the father of Michelle’s baby?” I shook my...
June 29, 1995, Chicago, Illinois On Thursday, I finally had lunch with Melissa again, something I hadn’t been looking forward to. Much like with Cèlia, Melissa and I had passed an inflection point and I was left with sub-optimal paths forward. I’d been struggling with the possible solutions, and all of them had pitfalls. When I walked into Takumi, I had something of a plan. Whether it was good or not would only be known once everything played out. “I spoke to my wives,” I said after we’d...
December 5, 2000, Mayo Clinic, Rochester, Minnesota “I had a good time last night,” I said. “I was surprised you invited a friend!” Mary laughed as we walked into the exam room, “Naomi had a good time as well. You know what a Resident’s life is like.” I nodded, “No social life.” “Exactly. You guys seemed to hit it off pretty well.” “Yes, but I’m not here for that!” “You’re everywhere for that, and you know it!” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Let’s just say that you hit the sweet spot -...
March 1980, Hovås/Göteborg, Sweden I woke early as usual, but just enjoyed being in bed with Katt. When she woke, she hopped out of bed and pulled a robe out of her closet and handed it to me. “There’s a spare toothbrush in the bathroom. Go have your shower, then we’ll have breakfast after I have my shower.” I quickly showered and brushed my teeth, and went back to Katt’s room. She went to shower and came back a few minutes later. She dressed, and I got a very good look at her sexy body...
April 5, 1997, Chicago, Illinois “You missed cuddles this morning!” Birgit said accusingly when I walked into the house about 9:30am. “I know, Pumpkin, but I had a work emergency and had to go see Aunt Joyce and Grandpa A.” “And now we have to get ready for karate!” “I know. We’ll have some family time this afternoon. I don’t have any plans.” “Good!” I hugged her and the rest of the kids, then went to find Kara. We hugged and kissed, and went straight upstairs to get ready for...
September 3, 1989, Chicago, Illinois “Good morning, Sensei,” I said, bowing to Sensei Jim. “Good morning!” he said waving me to a chair in his office. “How was your trip?” I asked. “Enlightening. I spent most of my time acting as a manservant to Sensei Robert and Sensei Hiro.” “He who will lead, must first serve,” I said. “Someday, I’m going to send you to Sensei Hiro, should he live long enough. You understand.” “Does that mean you are now 6th Dan?” I...
October 29, 2000, Chicago, Illinois Birgit followed me as far as the stairs, then scooted upstairs when I went to the front door and opened it. “Hi!” Sophie said. “Hi!” I replied and held the door open so she could come into the house. I closed the door behind her then led her to my study where I waited until she went in, and then walked in, closing the door behind me. I nodded to one of the wingback chairs, she sat down in one, and I sat down in the other. “Is something wrong?” she...
August, 1983, Chicago, Illinois I walked in the near 90°F heat to Carla’s place. I was grateful that the humidity of the morning had dropped significantly; otherwise the heat would have been unbearable. By the time I walked up the steps to the apartment over the photography studio and knocked on her door, I had broken into a light sweat. Carla answered almost immediately and invited me inside her studio apartment. The air was moderately cool, and the window air conditioner was running full...
July 1982, Milford, Ohio On Tuesday morning, I kissed Kara goodbye and headed to my parents’ house for my usual morning routine with my little sister. She was happy that I could spend the morning with her and asked to take a walk, so we weren’t in the house with my mom. “Let me guess — this walk will end in the clearing,” I said with a smile. “Yes,” she said, taking my hand as we walked down Overlook towards Klondyke. As usual, we turned around and walked back, taking the path to the...
CHAPTER 2: THE TRANSITION After my usual long commute home (two subways and a train), I drove my little car the last five miles to my efficiency apartment. I lived in the Western suburbs where we lived when married. After the divorce, he moved away so I stayed put, downsized. It was a relatively safe area and apartments were affordable for a lowly Accounts Specialist. Within the last mile, I stopped to buy two bottles of cheap wine. I was anticipating a long weekend of turmoil. I...
THE ROAD TO TRANSITION By Lana B. FORWORD This is a sequel to my story "The Syndicate." Had a blast writing it. Enjoy! This story may not be re-posted without the author's permission. PROLOGUE It was Monday morning and Dr. Alan Pendrake was eager to get down to work. He had eagerly anticipated this day's arrival for the entire weekend because he knew that important decisions would be made about the future of The Transgender Institute, which was, more simply, known as...
The Transition 1 At last, I see them leaving the house; she is now aloneand no doubt, logging into the computer and; expecting to see me there forour regular chats. Looking around I could see that I am totally free to enter,nobody showing any interest in a delivery guy, I mean, who cares? I go aroundto the back door and finding it unlocked, I quickly slip inside and make nonoise that should alert her to an unexpected visitor. Quietly, I move throughthe house, searching, until I see the...
Transition Janet L. Stickney [email protected] The announcement was met with both jeers and cheers. Costume parties in a high school were rare, but they billed it as something else. The school called it the "Who Am I" day. Anyone could dress as any person or character, kind of like cosplay. My mom told me her idea which was crazy, but I was intrigued and nodded my head yes. She had given me three choices. Wonder Woman, Cinderella, or Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. Not one...
March 13, 1994, Chicago, Illinois “Hi, Steve!” Ailea said when she opened the door. “Hi,” I replied, accepting the offered hug. There was no touching of lips, just of cheeks, and I wondered if I’d misread her intentions at her birthday lunch, or if, perhaps, she detected my reluctance to return the offered affection. “Lunch is ready, so go ahead and sit. I’ll bring it in from the kitchen.” I went to the low table, sat down, and a minute later, Ailea brought miso soup and sushi, our usual...
April 3, 1997, Dallas, Texas “Remember what I said about drinking too much,” I said, as I poured bourbon into three cups. We’d stopped at a liquor store, bought a bottle of Blanton’s, and then returned to the small suite I’d reserved at the Westin. Deborah’s room was down the hall, and Krissy’s was two floors below. Krissy’s comment had caught me a bit off guard, but I hadn’t reacted visibly. I didn’t know her quite well enough to know if she’d been teasing with Deborah, so I was being...
March 28, 1991, Chicago, Illinois “This day belongs to you, Kara!” I said when the three of us woke on Thursday morning. “Happy birthday!” Jessica said. “Thanks,” Kara replied happily. “I think I’d like an amazing birthday fuck from our husband, and then a nice loving shower with my wife!” Kara said. “Do we have enough time?” I asked. Jessica giggled, “I set the alarm for thirty minutes earlier!” “Then let’s not waste any of it!” I said pulling Kara to me. Kara’s squeals as I plunged...
September 4, 2000, Chicago, Illinois On Monday morning I went to my study to make a surreptitious call to ensure that the surprise I’d planned for Kara was still going to happen, and after confirming that it was, Jesse, Matthew, Michael, and I began preparing for the Labor Day party by getting beer and soda into coolers, getting the grill ready, setting up tables and chairs in the backyard, and ensuring the liquor cabinets were stocked while my wives and daughters worked on food prep in the...
September 1, 1987, Chicago, Illinois “I heard that you have some kind of plan to help Ed,” I said to Connie. “There’s no plan,” she replied. “A witness who saw the shopkeeper alive after Ed left came forward.” That sounded convenient, and I wondered if the witness was real or someone that Anthony had put forward to solve the problem. Certainly, the videotape was real, because I couldn’t imagine how Anthony could have faked that, but the witness? Who knew? “So is he being released? Or is...
August 17, 1997, Chicago, Illinois We finished lunch and Marissa and the younger kids went to play, but Natalie sat with the adults to talk, with coffee, tea, or soft drinks. The Sarcus were very comfortable, but the Heaths were still struggling. But, vitally, they hadn’t left and hadn’t insisted Natalie leave the group. “Can you explain how you developed this attitude and approach?” Chris asked. I nodded, “It started when I was just a bit younger than Natalie. My mom was a total control...
July 1979 — Falkenberg, Sweden On Friday, when I got back from my run, Pam was in her bra and panties again. I whistled at her, she giggled, then finished dressing. I showered, and we went to breakfast and finished up our last day. Once class was done, we were pretty much free. On Saturday, we’d have several optional activities and then on Sunday we’d head back to our host families. After dinner on Friday, I took Pam’s hand and we walked towards the river. It was quiet and peaceful, and...
July 1980, Over the North Atlantic We reached cruising altitude, and I settled back to read my book. Pam raised the armrest between us, snuggled close to me and read as well. The cabin crew offered drinks, and I had my first Coke in a year! Meal service began about an hour and a half into the flight. After the cabin crew picked up the trays and offered drinks again, they passed once more, offering headsets for the movie. Trevor and Maria took them, but Pam and I didn’t, instead we turned on...
July 8, 1997, Chicago, Illinois “Is it really that surprising?” Leah asked. “I suppose not,” I replied. “I just didn’t read too much into the kiss on the cheek.” “I didn’t think it was a good idea to kiss you on the lips with all those people around, because I had no idea who they were or what they would think. You were VERY careful with our dance, so I kind of followed your lead.” Which showed very mature thinking on her part. Both of these girls were exactly the kind of students I...
November 8, 1993, Chicago, Illinois A dark fog swirled before my eyes as I tried to take stock. My head hurt, badly. I felt something on my face and realized, dimly, it was an oxygen mask. My right hand was uncomfortable and I recognized the feeling of an IV and pulse-oximeter. My left arm ached fiercely. On my chest I felt the pads and wires of an EKG. I didn’t feel anything else wrong as I continued taking inventory. I tried to open my eyes, but the fog didn’t clear. I tried to speak, but...