A Well Lived Life Book 9 AnalaChapter 37 Penelope Margaret O Neil
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April, 1985, Chicago, Illinois
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” Alice said.
“Were you serious when you said that?” I asked with quivering voice.
“You being white as a sheet and that broken coffee mug say you think I am!”
She was playing word games like Jessica!
“True,” I answered, daring to breathe again. “It took me by surprise. I thought Penny was kidding when she scampered over here on the way to school.”
“I did tell Penny ‘yes’,” she said.
I chuckled, “You are torturing me! On purpose!”
“Well of course I am. You and I both know that she’s too young. And she actually knows it as well. When she asked me this morning she had a silly grin on her face. I knew she was teasing so I decided to play along.”
I paused, and said soberly, “I have to ask. Are you SURE she was teasing?”
A concerned look spread across Alice’s face.
“Until just this second, I was. You don’t think she took my flip answer seriously, do you?”
“Knowing Penny, I can’t be completely sure,” I said. “She loves to tease and joke. But in this case, she might have been serious and taken you seriously.”
“Were you kidding when you told her it was the way to be able to be together again?”
I chuckled, “What I said to her, in response to her comment that we wouldn’t be together again, was that the only way it could happen is if we were married. She laughed and said she was going to ask you just to see what you would say.”
“So WAS she kidding? Or do we have a potential problem on our hands?” Alice asked.
“I don’t think I have a problem on MY hands,” I laughed. “You, on the other hand, might have some ‘splainin to do!”
“Laugh it up, Steve. I might just tell her I was serious. Then it becomes YOUR problem!” she grinned.
“Until she comes to you to get the paper signed. Then it’s YOUR problem. See, I can put it back on you no matter what!”
“Until I sign the paper. Then what are you going to do, Smart Ass?” she laughed.
“Marry her!” I said firmly.
“Over my dead body!” Alice laughed.
“Penny may seriously consider that option if she thought you were serious and you’re withdrawing your permission! Have fun when you pick her up from school!”
Alice laughed and said she needed to get to work. I went inside and got a broom and dustpan and cleaned up the broken ceramic from the walk. Fortunately, it had been a cheap mug and not one I treasured. I took the shards to the trash can and dumped them in, then went back inside. I had the entire rest of the day at home and nothing to do. I made some tea and went into my office to work on my journal.
Just after 11:00am I picked up the phone and dialed Jennie Sanders, who had been Jennie McGrath when I’d first met her. It had been a few years, but I recognized her voice immediately.
“Hi Jennie!” I said. “It’s Steve Adams.”
“Steve! I’m so glad you called. I haven’t heard from you in a LONG time.”
“I know. It’s totally my fault, too. I promised to keep in touch and then didn’t. How are things?”
“Colin is four and Chelsea is almost one!”
“And how is Kent?”
“Great! Elyse tells me your life is quite interesting.”
I chuckled, “That’s one way to put it. School’s almost done and I’ll be starting my own company.”
“I was referring to your love life,” Jennie laughed.
“Oh that,” I said with a laugh. “It’s complicated.”
We chatted for about fifteen minutes and tried to catch up on the several years since the last time we’d talked. She told me about her kids and I told her about my main relationships. She asked me if I’d be in town soon and I told her that I’d only be there for a few hours because of my sister’s graduation, but then I’d be back in mid-June for Kathy’s wedding. I promised to call her and have lunch with her and Kent.
When I hung up, I went to make some lunch and Bethany joined me. A few minutes later, Kara came into the kitchen as well. We had lunch, and then I told the girls that I wanted to go to the bank to deposit the check from Joyce’s grandfather. They both said they wanted to come for the walk, so I grabbed my checkbook and the envelope, and we headed for the bank.
“Penny asked her mom to sign marriage papers this morning,” I said casually. “Alice said ‘yes’.”
“What the fuck?!” Bethany gapsed.
“No way!” Kara said. “Really?”
“Sort of,” I chuckled. “I’m pretty sure that Penny was pulling Alice’s leg and that Alice thought Penny was kidding. Alice and I teased back and forth about it, but I’m betting anything you both care to wager, that Penny plays it straight and I get a panicked call from Alice. I told Alice that Penny might be serious and if she was that I’d marry her. It’s all kidding, of course.”
“Oh God, that’s just too funny!” Bethany said. “Do you really think she’ll insist that she was serious and that she took her mom seriously?”
“I do. And I’m going to play it to the hilt. Well, assuming Penny IS teasing, which I’m confident is the case.”
Kara laughed, “I’d pay to see that!”
“It’ll be fun for sure,” I said.
The girls came up with all kinds of things that I could say and do and the three of us were in stitches by the time we got to the bank. We went inside and I stopped at a small desk to fill out my deposit slip. I pulled out a folded note and opened it.
«Figlio mio». You are a true friend. I am quite pleased. Make me proud. Don Joseph.I looked at the check and just stared. Kara, looking over my shoulder, gasped.
“Is that real?” Kara asked a few seconds later.
“Oh yeah, it’s real,” I said.
“And that’s not the investment money?”
“No,” I said. “Those checks came to Elyse last week. That money is in the company bank account. This is Don Joseph’s idea of a combination birthday and graduation gift.”
“If he’s giving away that kind of money, Joyce must be about to be very, very rich.”
“I knew that a long time ago,” I said. “She and her sister were competing for the money. And for me.”
“And you passed that up?” Kara asked.
“You know me better than that,” I said.
“Can I see?” Bethany asked.
I showed her and she just shook her head. I filled out the deposit slip, endorsed the check, and then walked over to a teller. I handed her the endorsed check and the deposit slip. She looked up at me and down at the check, and then did it again. She entered information on her IBM terminal and ran the deposit slip and receipt through the printer. She handed me the slip and explained that it could take up to ten days for the out-of-state check to clear.
I thanked the teller and the girls and I walked back to the house. Kara had some homework to do so she went to the study room while Bethany and I went to the ‘Indian’ room to relax and drink some tea. After we each finished a cup of tea, Bethany got up and sat in my lap and we cuddled. She stayed for about twenty minutes, but then had to leave for her therapy. I went back to my office to work on my journal.
About 3:30pm the phone rang, as I’d anticipated. It was Alice.
“I think you need to come for dinner,” she said.
“Trouble?” I asked, conveying it was HER trouble, not mine.
“You might say. She was deadly serious and thought I’d given permission. I need your help!”
“Oh NOW you need my help!” I chuckled. “What happened to making me the bad guy?”
“This isn’t a joke. She’s up in her room angry as hell!”
“What time?” I said, smiling, as I was absolutely sure it was an act on Penny’s part.
“5:30pm,” she said. “We’ll eat at 6:00pm.”
“See you then,” I said, hanging up the phone.
I started laughing as soon as the receiver was in the cradle. There was no doubt in my mind that Penny was making a huge joke and I was determined to play along at Alice’s expense. It was going to be fun. When Bethany came back from her therapy session, she was grumpy.
“More like torture, not therapy!” she groused.
“Poor baby who will get full use of her arm back after they had to put it together like a 1,000 piece jigsaw puzzle.”
“Fuck you!” she laughed.
“Soon! Three weeks, right?”
“I have an appointment with a doctor on the 8th,” she said. “The day after our trip to Wisconsin.”
“What’s your plan?” I asked,
“Just to make love, slow and sweet. I have no idea how it’s going to be.”
“Other than hot and passionate?” I grinned.
“Well, yeah, other than that!” she smiled. “Remember, I still have my plan.”
“I know. Whatever you want!”
“Good!” she giggled.
We hung out until I had to go next door. Both Kara and Bethany begged to be able to come along, but I told them it wouldn’t work if they were there. I promised to fill them in completely when I got home. They each kissed me and I went out the front door and walked next door. I rang the bell and Alice let me in.
“You have to talk her out of this!” Alice whispered, ushering me into the den where Penny was waiting. When Alice turned her back to shut the door behind us, Penny’s frown changed to a quick smirk, then back to a frown. I winked to let her know that I was on the same page that she was.
“Penny, I brought Steve to talk to you,” Alice said.
“Why? He already said he’d marry me if you gave permission! You did! This morning you said you would sign the papers!”
“I thought you were teasing, Penny. I really did. Steve, tell her.”
“Tell her what?” I said. “That I don’t love her? I can’t do that. That I don’t like making love with her? I can’t do that! And that I didn’t suggest we get married? I can’t do that, either!”
“What?” Alice said. “You can’t be serious.”
Penny got up and sat in my lap and put her arms around my neck, “I love you Steve. I want to marry you as soon as school’s out!”
“Your mom has to sign the papers before that can happen,” I said, giving her a quick kiss.
“She’s being mean. I should call my dad! We can go to Florida! He’ll sign them!”
“I can book the tickets,” I said sweetly. “I just need your dad to call me and tell me it’s OK to come with you. When are you visiting him?”
“As soon as school’s out. It’s already planned!”
“Steve,” Alice protested. “We agreed!”
“Agreed on what? You told me that you would sign the papers and make me decide. I told you if you did, that I’d marry Penny. I guess that’s what’s going to happen now!”
“Yes!” Penny said.
“This is not happening!” Alice protested. “I said it would happen over my dead body!”
I squeezed Penny’s arm hoping she’d get the hint. She did.
“I can arrange that, Mom!” she said fiercely.
“I warned you, Alice,” I said. “I warned you. I think you have a big problem on your hands and you are NOT making me the bad guy!”
She let out an exasperated sigh, “Please tell me you’re pulling my leg.”
“I’m not. I want to make your daughter Penelope Margaret Adams, and I want to do it on May 20th. Right after graduation.”
“Penny, honey, be sensible,” Alice said, almost panicked now. “You’re only sixteen!”
“So? I made love with Steve when I was fifteen. I have a job. I’m going to have a college scholarship. And sex with Steve is the most amazing thing I can imagine ever happening to anyone!” she giggled.
I felt she was pushing the envelope a bit too far, but I wasn’t ready to rein her in. This was her game and I’d play as long as she wanted to.
“Penny, we talked about this,” Alice protested. “You said you understood. You said you talked to Jackie and Elyse and that you knew Steve was going to marry Bethany.”
“He got smart and chose me instead! Maybe I’m just better than she is in bed!”
“Penny,” I cautioned. “Don’t be rude.”
Penny gave me a dirty look then cracked a tiny smile. That was enough to give away the joke.
Alice started laughing, “OK. OK. You two win. You got me. You really had me going there, but that last bit was too over the top even for you, Penelope Margaret O’Neal!”
I laughed as well and Penny made another face at me, but then she kissed me and got up from my lap.
“Mom, I thought you were going to have kittens!” Penny said through her laughter.
“You seemed so serious. I honestly thought you were kidding at first. But then I wasn’t sure. And you, Steve, you traitor!”
“Traitor? I told you this morning what I’d say. Whether Penny was kidding or not, I was NOT going to be the bad guy!”
“Wait a minute! If she was serious you would have gone through with it?”
“You told me it would happen over your dead body, so there was no real risk on my part. But you know what? I can think of a lot of worse things than marrying your daughter.”
“Hey!” Penny objected. “Like it would be bad?”
I chuckled, “Not at all, Penny. You know that’s not what I meant. I’d very much like being married to you, but you’re too young to make that decision.”
“That’s what I told her!” Alice said.
“I’m old enough to screw! And I’m good at it, too!” Penny giggled.
“Penelope!” Alice said.
“I am! You’re just jealous because Steve can do it six times in one night!” Penny giggled.
“OK! OK! Penny. Stop!” I said, “You’re taking this WAY too far.”
“Sorry, Steve,” she said.
“Penny,” I said gently, “if you want to be an adult, you have to act like an adult, and that means not talking about sex the way that you did. Trying to get under your mom’s skin that way was wrong. And you never, ever compare people the way you did with Bethany.”
“Sorry,” she said.
“Bart should be home any minute and we can have dinner,” Alice said. “I need to go finish up in the kitchen. Can I leave you two alone in here without you plotting against me?”
Penny and I looked at each other and smirked.
“No!” we laughed.
Alice shook her head and left to go to the kitchen.
“You are bad, Penny!” I laughed. “I can’t believe you told your mom that we did it six times last night! And saying how good you are? Really?”
Penny grinned, “I am, aren’t I?”
“Yes,” I chuckled. “You are.”
“Can I ask a serious question?”
“Sure.”
“Would you marry me if mom signed the papers?”
“She won’t,” I said. “I’m sure of that.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
It was a tough question. I could answer it either way. In one sense, the answer was a resounding ‘no’ since she was so young. In another sense, it was an unqualified ‘yes’ since I loved her dearly, she was a great friend and companion, and she was, in fact, fantastic in bed.
“I don’t do speculative questions, Penny. They’re dangerous.”
“Please answer,” she pleaded. “For me.”
“Come sit in my lap again,” I requested.
She sat down and put her arms around my neck.
“Penny, it’s a hard question to answer because you’re only sixteen, but, if you promise not to run and tell your mom, I’ll answer your question.”
“I promise.”
“Yes, Penny. I would marry you if she signed the papers.”
She got a huge smile on her face and pressed her lips to mine. We exchanged a soft, loving kiss, and then she hopped up from my lap.
“Thanks. I love you so much. I can’t wait to start working with you!”
“Same here. You’re a wonderful friend and an amazing lover, Penelope Margaret O’Neal!”
“I am, aren’t I!” she giggled.
I laughed and we went to the kitchen to see if Alice needed any help. I heard Pete barking like a maniac from upstairs and Alice told Penny to take him for a walk before he had an accident, and asked me to stay. Penny made a face at her mom, but went to get Pete and take him for a walk.
“Is everything OK between you two?” Alice asked.
“Absolutely. I thought she might be upset, but she’s so hyped about the job that it’s kept her on an even keel. I did detect a bit of sadness, but she’s known this day was coming for a long time, even without the job.”
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I was looking at Margaret in my arms, knowing that the one thing I needed was beyond my reach. She looked at me and smiled (she actually SMILED!) at me. "It's alright Master, I don't mind really. I'm happy as I am!" She said. "But Margaret, what you have here is a temporary existence at most. The two aspects that have been placed in you won't last without proper maintenance. They can drive you mad as well as themselves. I have to help you." I pleaded with her. She slowly shook her...
I awoke alone, as I had for the past week. The sunlight was pushing its way into my bedroom without any regard to my privacy, lighting up the dark recesses of my room. I groaned I don't know when I went to bed... Then I realised, I didn't know when I went to bed! I thought back to the last memory I had of yesterday. I spoken to Elizabeth yet again - The council had already accused me of disposing of Margaret and there was talk of withholding Billie-Jo and Pauline, but Elizabeth had...
Right behind Alexander, in stepped Margaret. She was wearing a white chiffon blouse, a black skirt, nude hose, and four inch pumps. He make-up was immaculate. She said, “Hi, Amy.” Amy couldn’t believe her eyes. It had to be a dream. She was sure that she was imaging them both, even as they stood before her. “I see you haven’t changed anything,” Margaret said. Amy fainted to the floor. The piss puddle grew as it surrounded her supine form. Margaret looked at Alexander. She stepped over...
We took turns fucking Clara, then Clyde surprised me by giving me a blowjob. I hadn’t known until then that he was bisexual also, and Clara and I were both pleased with this development. Clara, who had seen me suck another friend’s cock once before, had by this time kissed and sucked some pussy herself, beginning with her cousin Olivia, who had first introduced us, and saw nothing unusual about it, and actually got turned on by it. Clyde became a regular partner with us at the old pumphouse,...
Mere images in the mind might have been all Jenny had to think about, had her mistress been content to wait a week to further her plan. But Her Ladyship was called into the lord's chamber twice that week, where he roused himself from his drunken stupor enough to heave his bulk on top of her. He managed to get hard enough to fuck her on one of those two occasions, and duly deposited his aged sperm in her nubile womb. The other time his body failed him, and she took pity on him and brought him...
I stayed late that night. They got her up after she was so brutally used, and she finally got her bath, though I don't know how hot the water was by then. She recuperated while the men deposited their seed in their other partners, whereupon she was taught how to use her mouth to make a man ready. By then, she was no longer astonished by anything. I think all her astonishment had been used up. When given her choice, she took Jack again, but ended up beneath all of them again, as they...
Damn it, Margaret, I bought him the most uncomfortable full body brief, and he still enjoyed it. He say's we girls just have to suffer to maintain an attractive girlish figure. I'd love to knock his girlish figure through the roof. How I wish he'd suffer the real cramps we women go through during our periods. I'll bet he'd love it. He uses his tampons and maxi pads throughout the month anyway. He takes Midol and his women's one-a-day vitamins so he can be more like me. It makes me sick to...
When the two girls stepped outside the light was just beginning to fade. Silhouetted against the setting sun was a sleek black limousine with darkened windows. A pretty blonde wearing a chauffeur’s cap and a dark blazer stood holding the rear door open. Trying to maintain their dignity the two girls tottered down the steps to the waiting car. They giggled as they climbed on board and collapsed into the soft leather seat. The door was shut with a gentle click then they heard the crunch of...
Me, Penelope Cruz, and My Wife You probably won't believe me, and I can understand that. But, when a new line of cosmetics, "Lola," breaks on to the scene in a month you'll give second thoughts to doubting the truth of this tale. Here's the incredible truth? My wife knows that I like to dress up. As much as I wish she would encourage me to do you, I realize that it is really more my issue of not being comfortable doing it, that an issue of her not accepting it. She's...
Debbie and Tony were going on holiday, they were going to Portugal. They went every year and always went to the same villa in Lagos.It had 6 months since we had met and they had Introduced me to their "private society" of friends.Remember previously when I had the threesome with Debbie and Margaret, well I had yet to meet her husband Alan.Margaret and Alan were comfortable money wise, Alan owned a successful property business and their house was, according to Debbie, amazing. It had a small...
I met Margaret outside my favorite drinking spot, an English pub in south Florida. I was sitting at a table outside having a beer when along came Margaret and her husband. The place was busy so they asked if they could sit across from me. Margaret wasn’t beautiful but she had a very pretty face: beautiful full lips and big green eyes. Despite her Anglo-sounding first name, Margaret was Chinese by birth. Her parents had named her after some movie actress they liked. She had a wonderful body:...
Wife LoversThe next two days were the same, I'd laze around in bed, getting grumpy every hour, Trinity had removed my drip but had tied me to the bed to stop me getting up — I think she was getting her own back for when I tied her up as Margaret. The twins would use me when Trinity wasn't around, to practise their 'lost' skills. Which was alright for them! I suppose. Then I was able to get a hand loose, and started to undo my ties. I'm not sure how it happened, I think that Sinister had done it...
Gibraltar, September 1807 Lady Carter walked through the rooms of their rented house one more time, making sure they had not forgotten anything. The furnishings would stay in place as per agreement with the owner of the house against a compensation of thirty-two pounds. This was fine for Harriet, since it freed her of the need to sell the items separately. Seeing nothing left behind, Harriet went downstairs. Jenny was holding Richard on her arm who had woken only a short while ago and was...
Just A Bit Of Fun Part 3 Margaret GowerBilly had been swimming, he came home and put his wet trunks and towel in the hamper in the bathroom. “Hello Billy,” his mother greeted him as he came into the living room.“Hi mum, what are we having for tea?”“Just egg and chips, is that okay?”He nodded enthusiastically, this was his favourite. “Can I have fried bread with it?”“Yes, of course you can, but I have something to ask you.”He had just helped himself to a biscuit and had taken a large bite of...
STARTER. There is a saying that it never rains but it pours. Well, the other day, it was pouring - the heavens had opened and god's bathwater was flooding the land. A strong wind was driving the rain almost horizontally; umbrellas were useless as they kept being blown inside out and one had to lean heavily into the torrent. It was only just after 11am but street lights had already been switched on, and I had had to put on a table lamp and turn the gas fire up to full. I stood gazing...
This was inspired by a column by Beverly Beckham in the Boston Globe. Used with her permission. Thanks always to blackrandl1958 for her editing and guidance. Sixty days: Was it only sixty days ago that I cut the cord and the delivery room nurse handed me our bundle of joy? I held her for just a few moments, feeling her tiny heart beating against my chest before gently placing her on my wife’s chest, basking in the glow of their love. Jane stroked Margaret’s head and smiled up at me. “We...
July 25, 1990, Milford, Ohio “Hi, Sweetheart!” I said, exchanging a quick hug with her. “Hi, Aunt Bethany!” Jesse exclaimed. “Where’s Nicholas?” “With his grandma in the kitchen. If you go see him, you could have milk and cookies!” “Yes!” Jesse said and hurried into the house towards the kitchen. “Hi, Bethany!” Kathy said, hugging Bethany tightly. “Hi,” Kurt said, also getting a brief hug. “And how is my beautiful little ‘niece’?” Bethany asked, taking Kristin from Kurt. “Hi Aunt...
Curtis Flannery was conflicted. He had a good job. His Lordship gave him much more say in the breeding program than most lords would. That was part of the problem, actually. He had noticed the signs that his sons were sniffing about this or that girl on the estate. But all boys did that, and he hadn't given it a thought. And he almost never went up to the manor itself. He told himself that was why he hadn't noticed all the pregnant lasses around the place. He had been shocked nearly out of...
I had to leave my post. I had been missing too long. I was to learn, though, that much more happened after I left. He stayed, of course. Who would miss him? Well ... I found that out when Stephan returned from his errand with six bottles of sweet wine for Her Ladyship. Luckily, he came to me when he could not locate Jack in the stables. What was I to do? The mistress wasn't due for supper for two more hours, and when she was closeted in her rooms, only I was authorized to disturb her. If I...
What happened next must have seemed like a dream to Marie. First, Sally went to the door and left through it ... stark naked. Then, a few minutes later, she returned, followed by Nigel, Jack and Hugh. I was unaware of it, but Stephan was currently unavailable for this task, by virtue of the fact that he was with Suzette, in her room. Her broken limb was still healing, and he spent as many hours with her as possible, even doing some of her work. Likewise, Charley was currently secreted in...
I leaned back, to ease the sore muscles in my back and knees. But I couldn't keep my eye from the spy hole for long. I had to hear the story too. As I peered once again through the hole in the wall, this is what I heard. "Once upon a time there was a girl who had an uncle. She loved him very much, because he knew her better than anyone else in her family. He was kind to her, and answered her questions. He assured her she was pretty, when she doubted that. When others ignored her, she sat...
Penelope knew her forest warden was confounded. I have described her actions as if she had not a care in the world, but that was not so. She merely knew she needed to keep him off balance until she could calm his mind. That she was sure she could calm his mind is astonishing enough. So as soon as he was down, she seated herself on a fallen log nearby and pointed to a spot down the log from her. "His Lordship demands I provide him an heir," she said, without preamble. "His age, and...
Have you ever thought back to an event in your life and wished you had changed the outcome? Recently, I did just that. When I was much, much younger, I took a job at a major research university in the Midwest. One of the first things I had to do after taking the job was to hire an Administrative Assistant.Margaret was a feisty redhead, in her mid-thirties, with two small kids, and in the process of getting divorced from an abusive husband. She appeared competent. Not the best-qualified person...
Office SexIt's amazing how things fall into place sometimes. Fate has a funny way working things out. An example would be my former volleyball coach, Margaret. I always admired her when she was a young teacher trying to get the best out of us, both as a team and as individuals. You could say it was my first girlcrush, even though I didn't really explore my lesbian desires back then. There was always a rumor that she liked girls, an unfair label that seemed to apply to all young female coaches.We've been...
Anita and I had been invited to attend a costume party at a local convention center; the place was too large; ideal for a dance floor.I had chosen to be The Zorro; but Ana laughed when she saw me dressed in that costume, saying she would be Cat Woman.A very sexy Cat Woman, I told Ana, a very slutty one also…She looked hot in her feline costume; so I asked her for a quick blow and of course, Anita gave one just wonderful…Once we got into the party, I noticed it was in full swing.Lot of people...
I had been assigned temporary duty overseas. A few days before I was to leave I called the wife of a friend who was posted at my destination to see if she wanted to send him something. She said she would definitely have something for me to take to him and to come by the night before I left. On the eve of my departure I went over to their house. Her name was Margaret and she was, as they say, terminally cute. Very small, short dark hair, very outgoing. She was two or three years older than me....
First TimeI have had a interest in photography and older women. In the last few years ive been able to get my photographs In several on line sites and now make a nice living doing this as well as being able to pay the women a rate they are happy with. I do not have to advertise any longer because i get a large number of ladys referred by friends of my models. Which is how i met Margaret. Most of my photos are of the mature MILF type. From age 40 and up, there is a huge demand for them on line. My friend...