Alodie s Dog Revelation
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At Last
My love has come along
My lonely days are over
And Life is like a song
Mack Gordon and Harry Warren
Kesi Kaufmann glanced at the instruments, quickly scanned the airspace around her, and then went back to looking straight ahead. Like any good pilot, her actions were ingrained. Those instruments showed she was flying at 22,000 feet, in a north westerly direction. Indicated airspeed was 280 mph. They were two hours into the five- hour trip between Austin and Sacramento. Kesi had been at the controls most of that time.
Case smiled with satisfaction as he looked across the cockpit and watched the fifteen-year-old as she piloted the only Aero Services Austin TBM that was retrofitted to carry passengers. During her time at the controls, she had never touched the auto-pilot.
She’s like me – she prefers to fly rather than just be a passenger in the cockpit. If I hadn’t been watching I’d have sworn that she’d engaged the auto-pilot just after she took the controls – she’s that smooth. This girl is the one in a thousand natural pilot. She’s so in-tune with the aircraft that as her brain registers changes in the flight dynamics, her hands are instinctively making the delicate adjustments to the controls to maintain level flight.
Technically Kesi shouldn’t be flying at all, since she can’t even get a student pilot license in the US until she’s sixteen, despite being an experienced pilot flying her own Cessna in Kenya. Since it’s just the two of us up front and Anastasia in the back, nobody is going to complain. Too bad she’s so young or Aero Services Austin could hire her.
He had to suppress a laugh as he imagined a hypothetical group of wealthy ASA customers off for a weekend of hunting in the Piney Woods of East Texas, watching Kesi doing the pre-flight of the TBM and then taking the pilot’s seat. He knew the day she turned seventeen she’d be first in line to get her private pilot license, and a year later to get her commercial license. He had no doubt she’d pass her exams without any problems.
At present she had about a dozen ‘bootleg’ hours in a TBM, since she had accompanied Jonas on four flights from Charleston where they’d taken delivery of Air-Bytes’ new 930s. A couple of days ago when Case had taken her for a check ride, he’d been astonished by her skills.
I shouldn’t have been, though. Right from the preflight through start engine and take off it was obvious Jonas had not exaggerated her skills.
I’m glad Kesi’s flying today – I’ve got a lot on my mind – the text from Cindy this morning gave me a lot to think about. Let’s face it: I’m a bit distracted, and that’s never a good thing for a pilot – not that I couldn’t fly this TBM in my sleep because I have so many hours logged but ... As my first IP hammered home again and again, ‘Never get complacent, takeoff to landing, just when everything seems to be going fine, everything will go wrong.’
I sent Cindy a text two weeks ago, once plans had firmed about this trip and held my breath. I was surprised when she responded so quickly, ‘Case, so nice to hear from you. Thanks for the update, I’m glad you’re doing well. Jenny is very excited about visiting Kesi in Austin. Cindy.’
It was more than he expected, but less than he wanted.
Of course, I knew that she wasn’t going to profess her undying love, but I was disappointed there wasn’t more. Why? Because I’m the eternal optimist, and perhaps because I’m stupid...Then we exchanged a few texts about the schedule for the flights from Sacramento to Austin and return – and after Cindy’s week in Austin, I’ll be taking her back to Sacramento. It was fairly benign stuff until this morning.
‘Case, today’s the day. I’ve been thinking about us the last couple of weeks. I was going to wait until we had a little private time, but decided to tell you before you arrived. The short time we had together – I cherish those memories. I don’t have any expectations, but I would like to spend some time with you while I’m in Austin. Affectionately, Cindy.’
‘I cherish those memories... ‘
He had read her message, and read it again, as memories of those few days washed over him – sharing the porch swing at the Hacienda, sun splashed photos of Cindy against a stucco wall, the long lunch at the Rosewood, shopping, cooking together, holding Cindy’s hand, singing a duet as she looked at him over the microphone at the party on Christmas Eve, the midnight service at St. Anne’s, and the kisses...
Case stopped his musings long enough to check on Kesi and to respond to the radio call from Air Traffic Control to acknowledge handoff and to make contact with the new controller.
“I could do that.”
Case grinned. “I know, but it keeps me from getting bored.”
And even though you use your ‘pilot’s voice’ I don’t want any of those ATC people wondering how old you really are!
Kesi nodded and returned her attention to the front, but not before checking the instruments and the airspace around the aircraft.
Case looked over his shoulder at Anastasia, who was seated in one of the front-facing seats at the rear of the aircraft. She was hunched over her laptop finalizing her presentation to the principals of Cowgirls Inc.
He watched her for a few seconds. She was dressed in linen slacks and a sleeveless peach colored silk top and looking very professional. Her short auburn hair framed her face.
She really is beautiful, but now there’s something more – she’s changed – she’s still driven, but it’s as if her hard edges have been softened.
Perhaps sensing his gaze, she looked up and smiled. He tapped his headset. She nodded, putting on her own.
“You realize, perfection is the enemy of progress.”
“Oh, like flying a plane,” she deadpanned.
He heard a giggle in his headphones and quickly turned to look at Kesi. She was still facing front but a tiny smile gave her away.
Jenny Willets sat in the second row of the Escalade with her mother as they traveled from Lodi to the Sacramento Executive Airport to meet Kesi, Case, and Kesi’s soon to be mom, Anastasia. She was pretty excited.
As usual, Ramón was driving and Valeria was up front with him. Jenny didn’t have to look to know there was a second large SUV following. Ever since Valeria had returned in May, security around her had increased, even though she had overheard Ramón tell Jessica and her mother that the threat from the men who killed Juliet was over. It was just, ‘we’re being cautious.’
She’d last seen Kesi back in May when they’d flown – in a private jet chartered by Mr. Ramirez – to Austin to surprise Valeria for her birthday. Now she was going to spend two weeks with Kesi and her dad and Anastasia. She thought Kesi’s dad was pretty cool and had gotten to know him during the few weeks they’d spent in Lodi visiting Kesi’s grandmother, Anna, last Christmas.
She didn’t know much about Anastasia except that Kesi really liked her. They hadn’t had much time to talk at Valeria’s birthday party in Austin. Anastasia was gorgeous though, like some super model, and even looked fantastic in jeans and a tank top like she wore at the party, but she wasn’t stuck up.
“Anastasia doesn’t treat me like a kid, and while Dad was busy, we went house hunting and she also took time to go with me to check out some nearby schools.” Kesi had described that disaster and how they had found a tutor in one of their neighbors, a retired teacher.
Kesi also told Jenny that Anastasia had been Mr. Reynolds’ girlfriend at one time, but they had split up. Kesi didn’t know why, but she was glad they did since she knew her Dad really loved Anastasia, and Anastasia loved him, and they were getting married in September.
I’m glad they did, too. Seeing Mr. Reynolds with my Mom and how they looked at each other when Mr. Reynolds was visiting, I think it’s like in one of those romantic movies where the characters are destined to be together. I hope so. Kesi’s been keeping me up to date about him, and I know he’s not seeing anyone, and we convinced Mom to go to Austin. I’m so happy that she decided to take a break during this busy summer show season to spend time away with me – and of course get to spend some time with Mr. Reynolds.
La Banda Sage was already scheduled to perform at the Rodeo in Payson, Arizona next week, so Ms. Morgan had to work with the Rodeo promoters about a substitute. After they saw the promo of Essie Sinclair singing with Sofía, they said she could substitute for Mom. I wonder how Mom feels about that!
Essie’s so nice and she’s doing such a great job with the summer riding lessons at the Magdalena school. The girls just love her and her friend, Halley, too. I’m glad they can spare her for a couple of days so she can go with La Banda to Arizona. Essie works so hard she deserves a break. Krista told me she and the rest of La Banda would make sure Essie has a good time!
Jenny’s thoughts were interrupted when Valeria turned and looked at her from the front seat.
“I’m sorry we haven’t had much time to talk since we got back from Spain.”
“That’s okay, I know you’ve been busy.” She grinned. “Checking to see if Luna got everything done on the to-do list I’m sure you left her...”
Jenny saw Ramón nod and caught his smile in the rear-view mirror.
Valeria stuck out her tongue, and then turned to Ramón. “And you keep out of this, too!” Jenny knew she didn’t mean it since it was said with the kind of affection she saw between Jessica and her Dad.
Trying to keep a straight face, Jenny continued. “Anyway, with the number of pictures and texts you sent, I almost feel like I was there with you.”
“I tried to keep everyone up to date. Seville is a wonderful city and the people are so friendly. It was really hot, though.”
“Hotter than Lodi?”
“Seemed about the same.” Valeria brightened. “They had lots of gelato places.”
Jenny smiled. “Yeah, but I’ll take a DQ soft serve anytime over that high-priced Italian stuff.”
Valeria smiled, knowing Jenny’s preference for the soft vanilla ice cream served at the Dairy Queen. On rare occasions she ventured out of her comfort zone and had her vanilla cone dipped in chocolate.
“Your Mom seems nice...” Jenny ventured.
Valeria thought about her response for a few seconds. “Yes, she is, and her husband is very nice too, and treats her well. He’s originally from Argentina and he’s a real estate investor and developer. She manages his office. My sister and brother are nice, too...”
“I was glad to see everyone smiling in the pictures. You seem to get along pretty well.”
Valeria nodded. “There were lots of tears at first ... but Mom and I ... we...”
Valeria took a tissue from her pocket and wiped her eyes.
Jenny waited for more, but nothing was forthcoming. Fighting her emotions, Valeria turned back toward the front. As she did Jenny caught just the hint of a sad smile directed at Ramón who had looked over at her when she pulled out the tissue.
Valeria told me she loves Ramón, and he loves her. Well, duh.I think the details of the reunion with her mother are for when it’s just the two of us, even though Ramón was there too. I know what it’s like to be separated from your mother and the feelings of sadness and aching loss, and anger, too. After experiencing those emotions, reunions are hard. I think they made up, though, and maybe her mom can come back to Lodi some day and maybe even make up with Mr. Ramirez. He’s a nice man and it must have been terrible to have his daughter leave like that.
I remember the day Mom suddenly reappeared. It was a happy day, but confusing, and it made me sad to see her cry. She’s kept her promise to stay, but it took some time to trust her. I was worried for a long time that she would disappear like before. I know Mom still carries a lot of guilt about the separation. I think she still loves Dad, too. Had Jessica not been on the scene, could they have ever got back together?
No, I’ve been over this before. Just can’t happen, she hurt him too much. I think he was angry mostly about her leaving me and Natalie. Mom burned that bridge, but I’m glad she’s back and she’s got a house and a career and a job on the radio. She seems happy – most of the time – but sometimes I see her when she’s around Dad and Jessica, or Matt and Jo, or even Rashmi and Tom, and she looks sad. She’s pretty good at hiding how she feels, but I want her to be happy and find love again.
Jenny glanced over at her mother, but she was staring out the side window, off in a world of her own.
I know she wants to see Mr. Reynolds and they’ve been texting. A week in Austin with Mr. Reynolds living just across the street from Kesi – I hope that’s enough to show them they belong together. I don’t really want to move to Austin, but if that’s what it takes to make her happy, I’d do it. Kesi’s there and she really likes it, and she’s shown me pictures of Mr. Reynolds’ house and it seems nice. But ... could Mom move with all she has going here? And what would Dad say if Mom wanted to move to Austin, with me?
Jenny shook her head. Not going to happen. Mom’s not going to move anywhere. And she promised that we’d always be together, regardless.
She brightened with all the optimism of a precocious pre-teen. Then, Mom and I will just have to convince Mr. Reynolds to move to Lodi!
Problem solved; her thoughts drifted in a new direction.
Mom worries about me being around Valeria, because of what happened last Christmas. I wish she wouldn’t, but moms are moms. Anyway, that’s not going to change because we’ve been friends since not long after she came to work for Jessica. I didn’t like her at first, but I could tell she was lonely and I could see how hard she worked to help Rashmi and take care of us. Like Rashmi, she became my big sister, and that was really important after Natalie left for Chicago. I still miss Natalie and I miss Rashmi too, although I see her a lot, especially when I go to visit the Moore’s in Red Bluff.
Even with Valeria being almost nine years older we still share secrets, and talk about love and crushes, and the nights when I stay at the Hacienda I pretty much hang out in Valeria’s room. We do homework and talk about girl stuff. Valeria didn’t have a mother to ask questions, so she turned to Jessica, and Doctor Jo, and they all became friends. She told me they were her big sisters, although sometimes I think she sees them as moms too.
Jenny smiled.
I’m glad for Valeria. Having big sisters, you can talk to and hang out with is pretty important, even if one of them is supposed to be your boss!
And she has Ramón too, although she’s always had Ramón. I think we all knew before she did! Valeria seems happy with him. I know she had a crush on Mr. Reynolds when she was in South Carolina, but somehow that changed.
Jenny didn’t want to think about the texts she received from her friend during the early part of her stay in South Carolina. They were very dark, and Jenny very much regretted they were separated. She had deleted those texts and had never shared the contents with anyone, not even her Mom. She just tried to support her friend and listen.
Valeria’s much better now, although I know she’s not over what happened to her and to Juliet. I miss Juliet and every time I go to the Dojo; I look at her picture on the wall and it makes me sad. Valeria still blames herself, but she’s picked up pretty much where she left off, working and studying, although Luna has taken over more and more of her responsibilities at the Hacienda. I like Luna, and I hope she’ll be my next big sister.These days Valeria is harder than she was – maybe more like she was when she came to work for Jessica and Dad. She tries not to be, but I think it’s because she’s still suffering. She told me she’s seeing Doctor Jo, even though Doctor Jo isn’t a psychiatrist any longer. I don’t think Valeria would be willing to talk to anyone else, and Doctor Jo is family. I’m glad Valeria is doing that. She tells me the nightmares are less frequent now, but I know she still has them – I’ve had to wake her a few times.
Ramón knows too, and I’m glad he gives her lots of hugs. When they’re outside she’s always holding his arm, or she has her arm around his waist. He’s always vigilant and I think she’s just happy to let him be, while she can relax and not be afraid.
She doesn’t smile as much as before and in town, she’s just Valeria Ramirez – still getting things done and people pay attention – but at this point most people don’t think of her as Valeria, the daughter of Mr. Ramirez. I think that’s a good thing, mostly...
Cindy McCabe stared out the side window of the Escalade. Her eyes hardly registered the summer scenery of California’s north Central Valley as the SUV made its way toward the airport.
Conversation between the other occupants simply flowed around her without registering on her consciousness. She barely noticed as Valeria and Jenny had a brief conversation about her recent trip to Spain.
"I'm not..." I stammered. "And I wouldn't be here If I thought you would, Stoney! Let's look!" She started through the companionway. I followed. We stood in the main cabin. "Wow! This is roomy!" she said. "Yeah, one of the things that sold me. She was at the top end of what I wanted to spend, but once I got in this cabin, I was sold. I like not worrying about bumping my head." I pointed to the port side, aft. "That's a berth. Really comfy for one. I suppose it'd be cozy for...
We had dinner one more time before her mom and dad were due to hit town. We found a little place that served some good Italian cooking and talked about our respective days, mine at the engineering house, hers in school. Eddie's deal was, at least on the surface, solid. It had better be. He turned in his notice at work. That move got me a run into the big boss's office where I was grilled pretty heavy. "No," I said, "I'm not planning on going anywhere. I kinda like the place." He...
We walked toward the door of the restaurant. Now I was thinking that here I am, meeting her family for the first time, and public displays of affection might not be on the agenda. After we worked our way past the maître d' (yeah, I don't usually eat at restaurants with a 'maitre d'' even though I know they exist) and into the dining room, Jo's hand hooked the inside of my arm. Apparently she knows more about me than I give her credit for. "There they are," she said, smile broadening....
"You were in the hospital for a while, I imagine," Jo said. "The whole spectrum. Infection. Orthopedics. Recovery. Rehabilitation. I do okay now, but every now and then one thing or another talks to me." "Like that walk we took in Austin," she said. "Now I understand why. You should've said something." "And miss a chance to walk down the street with you? I'm not stupid." "Sit!" she commanded, patting the sofa beside her. "Lemme go put my other clothes back on," I...
The rest of Friday dragged but eventually four-thirty came around and I was out the door. At four-forty-five I was in traffic and my phone played me a flute solo. Jo. "Hello, princess," I said. "Hi, Stoney," she said. "Are we still on for tonight?" "I'm headed home right now. Whenever you want to show up." Giggle. "I'm on the way. I'll get there about the same time you do." "Okay," I said. "I was hoping to have time to clean up, though." "You work in an office, Stoney....
Okay. So Key worries about Jo. Can't fault her for that. I worry about Jo too. It's not hard. I close my eyes, let my mind drift, and there's Jo. So she was grocery shopping on a Saturday morning. I picked up my phone, pushed the button and said "Johanna". Siri replied, "Calling Johanna Solheim mobile". I held the phone to my ear. "Hi, Stoney," she said. "Hi, my baby," I replied. "Why didn't you call?" "Let you sleep late. I'm just getting some groceries for the week. The...
We were timing things and that's what kept us moving. At my apartment there was time for the washing of faces and brushing of teeth and then there was a flurry of kisses and I'm not sure who initiated that but we ended up in a knot on the sofa, hot, breathless and quite happily bothered. She was mostly on top of me, I was noticeably erect inside my jeans, and she knew it. I know she knew it. She smiled, cradled my face between her hands and kissed me, adding a wiggle to her snuggle that...
We came up with a plan pretty quick. After all, this wasn't Columbus looking for the Spice Islands. We planned a menu. Talked about what would happen if the weather cratered on us. "We can stay home." "No," she said. "I don't have a home. Key's, well ... there's this guy she's been seeing and I told her that she'd have the place to herself. Which likely means she won't be by herself. And I get very uncomfortable with the idea of a guy staying in my apartment." "Oh." "So...
The old boat had been, from the day I brought her home and made her mine, a refuge. Yes, there were days that I brought friends along, but mainly the boat was where I went when I wanted to get away from the world. Now I was on her, and I was clothed only in my boxers and before me, beckoning, was Jo, in my mind the epitome of red-headed perfection, herself clad only in hip-hugger panties and a dark blue sports bra. And she was beautiful. Absent any light from the skylight hatch, we had a...
Sunlight pushed through the tiny cabin portholes, brighter on the starboard side because the northerly wind had our bow pointed into it, swinging at anchor. Okay. One sensation. It was morning. Second sensation. I was on my boat. Third sensation. Wasn't my boat any more, it was OUR boat, because I had a soft, naked form beside me, breathing softly. Jo. Twenty-four hours ago, she was my girlfriend. After last night, she was my wife. Unless I was dreaming. I touched the smooth skinned flank...
Going to tell everybody. "I know. I think I'm gonna lease the Goodyear blimp," I said. "Can we get rings?" "Yes, we can get rings," I said. "What does your taste in wedding rings look like?" "I think I would like a simple band. Gold. Yours?" "I shall match yours. You sure though? No large rock?" "Oh, come on, Stoney. This is me and you. Married by the light of the full moon. I need to ask Mom what the appropriate Celtic take would be." "She collected a Viking..." Jo...
Mark it on your calendar. Today's a first for me. The first time I ever woke up to a work week with my partner. The alarm went off and I did not want to get out of bed because when the music started, Jo slid down and wrapped her arms around my waist, purring. "I really don't want to leave, sweetness," I said. "But I have work to go do." "Mmmm, I know, baby. I have a class at nine, too." "Let's just do what we have to do. At the end of the day, though, we come home...
Jo is ticklish on the bottoms of her feet. A lot of people are, I know, but finding that a fingertip dragged gently down the sole of her foot leaves her uncontrollably giggly and therefor perfect for scooping into one's arms for loving. Monday was the previously discussed informal practice session. Tuesday was the real thing at the music department. Still, Jo is a responsible sort and we missed nothing of her schedule. So am I. She's an accomplished musician, and that translates to...
I didn’t have to be psychic to read Jo’s mind. The touch of her hand in mine was usually a delicate thing. This time she was tugging. I couldn’t understand, so I did the one thing that husbands have been doing since the beginning of time. I said, “Yes, dear.” “Don’t be condescending, Randall Jackson,” she said. “We need to talk.” Less than twenty-four hours since she and I stood in front of friends and family and God and pledged marriage to each other. Now I was wondering exactly what I’d...
Stoney: She loves me. She REALLY loves me. We're married. I killed a guy. I'm supposed to feel remorse. I'm supposed to receive counseling by caring professionals who will help me grieve or some such crap. Therapy? I'll tell you what therapy is. It's having the woman you just protected put her arms around you and tell you that she loves you. And when the thought crossed my mind that this scum wanted to touch my Johanna, I tensed up. "Stoney?" a little voice said. "Yes,...
Johanna and I discussed the idea of taking off from our lives for a few days for an abbreviated honeymoon, but neither of us were really at points in life to do so. I mean, I could have just begged off, but I was in the middle of a project with a time limit, I'd already given my word on its completion, and Jo? "I really shouldn't take off in the middle of the semester. Academically it's not good. And musically, we have the Veterans' Day thing in two weeks, and then a couple of big...
"Somebody you know?" Jo asked. "I saw the 'USA Retired'." "My platoon sergeant in Iraq," I said. "Good guy." "I'll let you read it, baby," she said. She started to turn away. "Where are you going?" "Was giving you some room. Privacy." "I don't need privacy. I need Johanna. This is just part of the past. He's a good guy. Wonder what he's got to say." I opened the envelope. A single printed page was inside. I read: Dear Lieutenant Jackson- I haven't heard from you...
Johanna's turn: Glorious Saturday morning, drifting along with the light pushing its way through the little gap in the drapes. I hear soft, regular breathing next to me, calming, protecting. That would be my husband. He's sleeping. He's slept all night and I get the best feeling about that. We've been sleeping together two weeks. Married, that is, 'officially' with the public ceremony and a marriage license, for a week today. In that two weeks, he's wakened in the middle of the night...
Johanna: Yes, it's primal. The urge to mate. Sociologists talk about it. Religions talk about it. Poets talk about it. It gets couched in various cloaks: love, duty, morality. But it's never right until two people decide it's right for them. And I'm thinking this in the dim light of the sun streaming into the cabin through the portholes. I hear the sound of waves slapping the hull and the whistle of the wind on the mast and the rigging. And the breathing of this guy next to me. Sometime...
Lovely, languid, quiet Saturday morning. Waking up next to a soft form. I have to touch that sweetly curved hip, just to tell myself I am not dreaming. The touch elicits a purr and a movement, several movements, actually, one of which put an arm around me. The hand at the end of the arm started exploring, finding morning wood. "Mmmmm, Stoney, is that for me?" "Yes, but be careful. It's loaded." "I thought we emptied it last night," she said, twisting in the bed. Her head dipped for...
The week went by with nothing major going on to interrupt our lives. Waiting on Friday. Before Johanna, I wasn't one of those people who worshipped Fridays, but now it was not a matter of escaping FROM something, it had become a matter of escaping with somebody, TO something. The weather was warm in the afternoon, cooler enough at night to be comfortable, and a cold front was due through late Saturday. When I got home Friday, the weekend's provisions were stacked by the door. I walked...
Johanna's turn: Almost magical, waking up in the morning on the boat. Not sure exactly what time it is, reminding myself that it really doesn't matter, feeling the form of this MAN touching me, rolling to face him, snuggling in against him. The boat is rocking gently and there's the wind and the waves and the sound of our breathing. I know my guy is drifting along because he hugs me closer and resumes his even breathing. I know several things that would be very pleasant for both of us,...
Stoney's turn: Aside from the idea of leaving Jo behind, I was not feeling bad when I left for work. After all, I had her kiss still tingling on my lips when I got in my car. A push of the button and I had the classical music station on the stereo. Oh, yeah, I have the iPod plugged in, too, but I liked giving the radio station a shot at titillating my ears on the way to work. This technique insured that my tastes received some variety. I hated the commute. Traffic is aggravation. After a...
Johanna's turn: I brought my Stoney home. My poor, broken, battered Stoney. Well, actually, a medical transport brought him home and ceremoniously deposited him in bed. The bed is a rental hospital bed, at least for the time being. I have home health technicians setting up trapezes. One over this bed. One over our bed. One over Stoney's favorite recliner. He's got crutches. "But do NOT try using them for a week," the doctor said. "And not while under the influence, either. I just...
Back to Stoney: Wasn't bad enough that I got T-boned by an illegal alien a couple of weeks ago, but now my beloved wife has thrown me under a bus. Admittedly, it's a bus full of musicians. Doctor Bob, the conductor/instructor of the university's chamber orchestra is complicit. Early in the relationship with Jo, she'd intimated to me the desire to play Mozart's Concerto for Flute and Harp, an idea I'd mentioned to Bob. When Jo saw that I was somewhat adept at my banjo, she railroaded...
Stoney's turn: Okay, I do admit that meeting Dan Richards and his surprising wife Cindy left me thinking. I was serious. Cindy, barely fifteen, was a cutie. "Jo, drag out the baby pictures," I said. "Baby pictures?" "Yeah, I want to see what you looked like growing up." "I don't have 'em. Mom keeps those." "I wanna see 'em," I said. "You might've been a horribly ugly child. I want to prepare myself for our offspring." She slapped the back of my head. "I was a wildly...
Stoney's turn: I don't know exactly what I was expecting, but life with Johanna had turned me quite a bit more optimistic, even if some bozo broke my leg. Yeah, I can drive again. Insurance popped for a replacement of my SUV, mostly. By this stage of the game I could be mobile if I needed to be, on my own. Bumping around the apartment was not a problem. If I started getting messages from my leg, I just eased it straight on the sofa or in the recliner. Walking out to my parking spot,...
Johanna's Turn: According to the stories I heard at my Momma's knee when I was little, I should be looking for leprechauns. This stuff got surreal. First, there's Dan and Cindy. Cindy could be a pixie. Dan showed up to talk with Stoney about picking up where Stoney left off on an engineering project when he had his accident. So I figured 'another engineer? What could it hurt?' Except this engineer shows up with a fifteen year old redheaded pixie of a wife, and we had a delightful...
Stoney's turn: It actually WAS in Cindy's words, 'a riot'. I never did 'band camp' or anything like that when I was in high school. They didn't have 'science camp' and 'math camp' in my school district and I wasn't in band. Jo told me about her own experiences. "Wasn't anything like this," she said. Our trip home was as wondrous as the trip there. I can definitely see why Dan and Cindy (and everyone else in the bunch, apparently) would cling to personal aviation as a...
Johanna's Turn: I walked out of the classroom with a definite spring in my step. I had several reasons to bounce, you know. Let's see. That test paper I laid on the GA's desk was, to the best of my knowledge, close to perfect. Stoney was home waiting on me. The semester was almost over and for the first time in my life I was not packing up to go spend winter break with Mom and Dad. The test. How ironic that I was testing at the end of a class on the history of Europe since 1945. I smiled...
Still Johanna: Semester's over. Christmas break. And this was new. Ever since I started school, Christmas break was with Mom and Dad, even in college. Well, this year, people, it's different. Little Johanna Elise Solheim is now Mrs. Randall Jackson and with that status comes a whole new life. Christmas dinner. "Do you think we can manage something close to a Christmas dinner, Stoney?" He smiled. "Yeah, I think we can do that, in a restrained fashion." "Turkey. Little one. With...
Stoney's Turn: That was a surprise. Of course, since last September I've had lots of surprises. That was pleasant. Same thing. Since I touched fingertips one day with this startling redhead, I've had lots of 'pleasant', too. I parsed Jo's comments, "A little girl with family issues." "I get the feeling..." I concurred. "She's quite comfortable when she's playing, though." My partner smiled. "I've seen the family issues. Us military brats get an introduction." She paused....
Stoney's turn: When I was walking out of the building, headed home, I called Jo. "Hello, sweetness," she said. "Hi, princess," I returned. "Did Kara come over?" "Oh, yes," she said. "We're cranking out the music. Come home and join us!" "I'm on the way. Pedaling as fast as I can." My wife giggled. "Just drive careful. You know how you are!" Ten minutes later I was parking. Locked the SUV, walked to the door. I could hear the music as I unlocked it. It stopped with the...
Johanna's turn: It's not about sex. We're cuddled together. The sex is over for the night. And I still love him. Of course, right now we're both glowing. I mean, if we tossed the covers back, the room would light up. The post-coital (coital? - Damn you, Sheldon Cooper!) tingles will subside in a bit, but that loving glow hasn't. Nope. Hasn't. Not since I first admitted to myself that this was the guy for my life. I trust him. He trusts me. Kara's turn: Kara Sevinsky. That's me. I...
Stoney's turn: I punched the button on my office phone. Rang twice. Sweet, happy voice. "Hi, my love." "Hi, my princess," I replied. "I'm getting ready to walk out the door. What's up for the evening?" "Me and you. Some deli roast beef. Muenster cheese. Artisan ciabatta rolls from the bakery up the street. A bottle of Reisling. And then ... I have designs on your body..." "No Kara this evening?" "Nope. We talked a bit ago. She's got a Skype session with the bunch in...
Kara's turn: I feel like Balboa. You remember him, don't you? And no, NOT Rocky. He's the guy who 'discovered' the Pacific Ocean, at least from the Eurocentric point of view. That's how I feel after meeting Jo and Stoney and subsequently the girls in that community in Alabama: like I walked out of the jungle and there's a whole ocean just waiting for me. I'm seventeen. It's time that I start taking some actions to control my own life. It hasn't been easy. I'm not a poor kid, at...
Stoney's turn: So let's see where we're at now. I have a rollicking good life. There were long, lonely nights in the not too far past that I despaired of finding the person who would fill the void in my soul. As I sit here, eyes closed to repair the strain from staring at the diagram on my monitor, there's a little metallic blue Japanese car leaving the campus of the university, headed to what used to be my apartment. It's not my apartment now. It's ours. The driver of that little...
Johanna's turn: Friday! I was never one of that 'TGIF' bunch who LIVES for Fridays before. Before Stoney. Now? Maybe. Just a little bit. We swapped vehicles this morning. He drove my little hatchback to work. I took his SUV to campus. And at three, after class, I was loading bags into it at the apartment. That way, when he got home, we'd be ready to head to the marina. I can't wait. Yes! I get excited. I know, really, we have as much privacy as two people could possibly ask for here...
Johanna's turn: Two more weeks. That's it. Two weeks! I will graduate college. Stoney says he's the first of his family to receive a college degree. For myself, both parents have degrees, Dad's masters includes four years from West Point, Mom's from Trinity College in Dublin. And now I'm getting ready to graduate here in Houston, Texas, US of A. Double major, too, music and business administration. I have that 'music' part nailed. I could take a position with the local symphony,...
Johanna's turn: Back from ten wonderful days in Norway. Spent some time living out of Great-uncle Jan's place. He's got a beautiful home up a mountainside above a fjord overlooking one of his shipyards in the distance. It's a little shipyard, and this is Norway where shipbuilding is part of the national psyche, so it counts as scenery, understand? We did the touristy things, visiting museums and churches, seeing sights, absorbing the culture like a sponge. Phone call. I looked at the...
Cat felt like a zoo exhibit. Every once in a while, passing footsteps would stop in front of her cage. Sometimes the passers by would comment on her. Other times they would linger silently and walk on. The door to Cat's cage opened. She was led back down the ramps. Her blindfold and chains were removed, as was the gag. "Get undressed," her handler commanded. Cat removed her jeans, shirt, and shoes. "Keep going," she was instructed. She removed her socks, bra, and panties. She was now...
The next day at work, she went up three floors from her office to visit her friend, Brenda, at another company. While there, she asked to use the phone. She assumed they couldn't tap all the phones of all the companies in the building. Steve was surprised to hear from her, but agreed to pick her up at her office after work. Cat had brought a change of clothes to work. She changed shortly before quitting time, put on a wig, and turned her reversible coat inside out. When Steve arrived, she...
"Did it take long for that brand to heal?" "Who are you?" the woman demanded. She eyed Cat's neck brace. "Don't you know what will happen if we're seen together? Get away from me." "It's okay," said Cat. "They can't track me." "Maybe you managed to ditch your watchers, but we're in just as much trouble if mine see us." "You don't have any watchers. They track you electronically with your collar. Mine is shielded, so they can't tell we're together." "You don't...
Most people would describe me as a nerd. I am not sure if it is because of my looks, tall, thin with no muscles to speak of or my profession. I am a botanist, for you that don’t know what a botanist is, we study plants. I have always been more, shall we say, capable than most people when it comes to studying and had several scholarships lined up when I finished school.I loved school and if it weren’t for the jocks that intruded in my life every now and then would have had a perfect time. I...
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It’s been the longest day as I walk into the house and drop my oversized purse on the floor next to the door. I don’t even bother hanging up the keys, they’re already in my jacket pocket and it has found its place next to my purse. I look around though and see that the day is about to take a turn for the better. There in the middle of the living room, on the carpet, I see a picnic blanket laid out with strawberries on a plate and champagne chilling in front of the fireplace. ‘Crazy boy’, I...
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