Living Next Door to Heaven 2Introduction to Part IX Heaven s Gate
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“War is hell,” Bea said. I looked at her, grateful that she was comforting our friend but knowing beyond the shadow of a doubt she was turning the conversation to me. “We all prayed for Whitney the entire time she was active. And we’re so proud of the woman she’s become. She retired from the Marines and came here to teach and coach. It’s what she always wanted to do.”
“Yes,” Janet answered. “When she returned home Dave and I decided to retire down here with the rest of you. I thought I was waiting for grandbabies, but I guess that dream went unfulfilled.”
“She miscarried three times,” Marilyn sighed. “It had to be terribly hard on her. But she found her own purpose with the kids at the high school. A State Championship for the only boys’ basketball team in the state coached by a woman. She’s remarkable.”
“Did you serve, John?” Dinita asked. “I thought I saw a pained look cross your face when we talked about Whitney’s service.”
“It was different back then,” I answered. “Maybe. It seems like so long ago that we failed to learn our lesson in Vietnam.”
“Lord, my Savior, if it be thy will, bring my feet safely to the ground again that I may continue to serve you. Purge my soul of hate and fear. Hold those I love in your loving care. Lord, thy will be done.”
I’d said the same prayer before each flight since the first time I took to the air at twelve years old. I loved the sky. I loved the feel of air beneath the wings. I loved to see the ground flash past beneath me. Yes, flash. I was capable of Mach 2 at altitude, though I seldom pushed my Thunderchief that hard. Fuel consumption was an issue and I had to get both in and out of enemy territory in order to refuel over Laos.
Beneath me, I had visual confirmation of the bridge that was my target for this run. Companion Phantoms had kept enemy MiGs on the run so I could stay on target with two other Thuds tight beside me. We dove to deliver our payloads. On the bridge people ran, understanding our target. A woman with a child in her arms looked up at me just before dust and debris exploded between us.
I suppose that I was a privileged child by today’s standards. We didn’t know it then. We thought we were just normal kids and that most parents were like ours—stern disciplinarians but loving and generous with both time and material possessions. My father had been too old to serve in World War II, already showing signs of weakened joints that would eventually cripple him. Nonetheless, he managed a company that supplied engines and parts for a variety of aircraft. We lived in a nice house, drove a nice car, and always ate well. We cleaned our own rooms, helped with laundry, mowed the lawn, washed the car, and studied hard, slacking off at our peril.
And on Sunday we went to church.
I can’t speak for my sisters—three older and one younger. They were always good girls from what I could tell. I doubted very much that they could get away with anything under either my mother’s or my father’s watchful eye. For my part, I can’t remember a moment that I accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior. It had simply always been that way. There was no point of decision at which I turned from evil to salvation. I had believed every word of the gospel my mother read to us at night from the time I could remember.
That is not to say that I have always lived a pure life. Soon after I was permitted to join the Civil Air Patrol at twelve years old, I’d taken up smoking behind the hangar with the older cadets. My father and his company were sponsors of CAP and he owned two of the trainers that were used for our instruction and orientation. He’d never flown, himself, but was extraordinarily pleased that I wanted to learn to fly. In fact, I’d sometimes cheat on how well I maintained our yard in order to get to the airfield in time for our Tuesday night meetings. I tried to make up for it but there were so many things demanding attention.
One of those things was Emily Brown. As I reached my middle teens, she became the focus of my fantasies. I recognized them as ungodly but was unable to resist them. Emily, I suppose, recognized that I had a bright future. Her affection was given more to achieve the kind of security she assumed I could provide than because she liked me particularly.
I thought we were being quite clever when we snuck about so we could kiss. She allowed me to fondle her breasts, but no further.
“John, come to the den,” my father commanded. I was sixteen years old and his words still caused shivers to run down my spine. I had met discipline at the end of my father’s belt more than once. He didn’t remove his belt when I entered the room, though. He pointed me to a seat in one of the leather chairs where he often read the newspaper. A coffee service sat on the table between the two chairs and he poured us each a cup.
I sat and sipped the brew, wondering what was to come.
“Son, how do you plan to support your family? Emily and your unborn son?” I choked on my coffee. I knew certainly that Emily could not be pregnant. Not by me. Not unless my fantasies had betrayed me.
“I ... We’re not ... Father...”
“Have you thought about how your relationship is progressing?” he continued. “You have allowed your libido to take control of your good senses. Should you pursue your relationship with this young woman, I will guarantee you that you will have to get married in the next year. You will need to drop out of school in order to support a wife and child. You will not get the education you seem to be bent on. And you will certainly no longer be able to fly.”
He’d put a nail in the lid of my coffin with that last comment. I’d only just gotten my pilot’s license. I didn’t even have a driver’s license, but I could fly the little Cessnas at the airstrip alone.
“I count you as a Christian man,” my father said. “A Christian man is a man of his word and honor. He will not cause another to fall into sin. He would certainly not use another to slake his lust. Of course, you will look out into the world and find many Christian men who do just that. But I wonder if God will count them among the sheep or the goats. I know you love the Lord, John. The question is, ‘What kind of Christian will you be?’ You needn’t tell me. You need to tell yourself.”
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‘What the fuck, Kevin?’ I said as I walked into my bedroom catching a friend of mine sitting on my couch completely naked masturbating to Mila Kumis going down on Natalie Portman in ‘Black Swan’. Making no effort to get up or stop what he was doing Kevin said, ‘How can you have this movie and not get horny man? This is almost a good as porn!’ ‘You can do whatever you want when you are in your own bedroom, but I don’t want your naked ass all over my futon! Can’t you go 1 night without jacking...
It was a beautiful summer morning following a night of violent thunder storms. I had closed the sliding glass door last night because of noise from the thunder and closed the drapes because of the lightening. It keeps me awake. So when I got out of bed I opened the drapes and sliding door so I could feel the morning air on my completely naked body. As I looked out into my back yard I could see that the wind had blown a few leaves around. Then I saw that one of the branches in one of my trees...
From my last story, you might imagine I had some explaining to do to my husband. After more than 20 years together I had betrayed our vows by giving a blowjob to a total stranger. I had to tell my husband and I did. I loosened him up with some wine and porn and told him my story... similar to what I ended up writing. My husband was upset but also intrigued. He wanted details and I gave them to him. We had great sex that night and he called me a slut. He's never done that but inside I really...
For 10 years now I've been living nextdoor to a older Scottish women miss Trainer. She isthe most sexy beautiful super hot mature women I ever saw. She lives together with her husband an older Dutch man, mr Mulder. I can remember the first day I've met them and they invited me in for a beer.Miss Trainer was wearing (as always) an black tighties and a white shirt without bra. When I sat on their couch and she brought me my beer she bend over and showed me her awsome hot sexy saggy old Scottish...