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Author’s note: Thanks to all for your kind words regarding the continuation of the Silver series, your comments were greatly appreciated! And so we continue with the romantic series with Silver 10 as Marlene and Michael continue their lives together.
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And so it would be, a September Super Harvest Moon wedding! The remainder of the day was occupied with phone calls, lengthy conversations, and moments of seemingly never ending tears of happiness.
‘So, where do we begin?’ Marlene yawned as she plopped down next to me on the sofa, stretching her arms upward before wrapping them around my neck as they succumbed to the law of gravity.
‘We?’ I asked, turning to face her for a kiss.
‘Yes, we, Michael, you and I have a lot of work ahead of us.’
‘Hey, I already did the work! I shmoozed you into believing I was a nice guy!’ I rebutted with a grin pasted across my cut, bruised, and taped face.
‘Shmoozed?’
‘Yep,’ I simply answered, before leaning in and softly kissing her.
‘As I remember,’ Marlene began with a smile to her voice, ‘I was the one who did the shmoozing when I stalked you!’
‘Oh yeah, that was real tough, stalking a blind man, yet alone during the spring and summer months. I was the one who walked down your street in the sub-freezing temperatures of winter.’
Marlene’s body began to shake as she readdressed the subject. ‘But, but, I made…the first…move…and said…hello,’ she rebutted back, doing her best to suppress her laughter.
‘Again, saying hello to a blind man and his dog, real slick!’
‘I helped you in the house,’ she giggled.
‘I kissed you first,’ I said with a smirk.
‘I let you… And then I kissed you back, so there…’
‘I let you feel my face!’
‘I let you feel my boobs!’
‘What? You did not, you took my hands and placed them on top of them!’ I laughed.
‘Oh, well…well, I…I felt sorry for you,’ she giggled, really beginning to stretch her rebuttles.
‘I made you come first!’
‘You did not!’ she shreeked in laughter.
‘Did so… I gave you the first orgasm by squeezing and caressing your nipples!’ I stated before leaning into kiss her soft lips again.
‘Uncle…’ she moaned, her soft, full lips turning into a wide smile.
‘Paybacks!’ I exclaimed, raising my hands into the air.
‘Oh, you are sooo, sooo funny, Handsome,’ she replied, breaking into a giggle as she lifted to straddle my lap. ‘Mmm, I think about that night so often,’ she whispered, reaching up to grasp my hair before giving my lips a wet,sensuous kiss.
Marlene reached down between my legs and moaned, ‘Mmm, I thought so.’
As I dropped my hands around the perfect curves of her ass, her cell phone began to play it’s all familiar tune. Picking it up, Marlene said she had to take it. ‘Don’t forget where we were,’ she teased before bringing the call into the kitchen.
‘Hi Ed! He’s doing much better, thanks for asking. Yes, he did… I was shocked… Oh Ed, it is beyond beautiful… No, I won’t be in tomorrow, I’m going to spend the day with Michael… We need some alone time.’
The conversation with her law partner, Ed O’Neil, continued for another twenty minutes or so, ending with a tear filled thank you and a final ‘See you Tuesday morning.’
‘Taking tomorrow off?’ I groaned, listening to the sound of the room close around me as Marlene approached and re-straddled my lap.
‘Uh huh, I don’t want to leave you here by yourself.’
‘I’ll be fine, Mom will be here.’
‘I want to be away fromeverything and everyone. I want you all to myself for the day.’
‘Is that right?’ I grinned.
‘Yes, Handsome, that’s right! Now where were we?’
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The next morning found me sleeping in late. I staggered down the hallway and rounded the corner into the kitchen.
‘Rough night?’ Marlene asked with a devilish giggle.
‘Is mom here?’
‘No, she brought Misty with her next door to Mrs. Wakely’s for coffee.’
‘In that case, I think I pretty much held my own,’ I mumbled.
‘Held your own?’ Marlene giggled, ‘Oh please, Michael.’
‘I recall you saying that over and over last night!’ I grinned.
A wet dish rag hit my stomach, and I somehow managed to grab it as the soaked cloth briefly clung to my shirt. ‘Hmm, feels like your panties last night!’
I heard Marlene break out into a scream of laughter, It does not! ‘Michael, you are so bad, how do you come up with these things?’
‘It’s a gift,’ I laughed, tossing the wet rag back in Marlene’s direction.
‘Are you sure you can’t see?’ Marlene laughed as she caught the cloth before it reached her body.
‘Blind as a bat,’ I grinned.
‘Do you want some coffee, you nut?’
‘Yes, please, my love kitten,’ I replied, reaching for the back of a chair, but coming up empty.
‘A little more to your left,’ Marlene directed while standing at the kitchen counter.
We sat together, exchanging sexual inuindo’s while drinking our coffee. We laughed, groaned, and blushed while recalling the previous nights bedroom antics. We continued giggling like two school children until our coffee had grown cold and our bellies growled their discontent. Marlene came to me and asked me to slide my chair back. After doing so, she sat sideways on my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck and laid her head on my shoulder.
‘I love you so much, Michael, you saved me…’
‘I told you, I will always be there for you, Beautiful,’ I whispered while gliding my fingers through her hair. ‘Will you be happy with me as your husband?’
‘Oh My God, yes,’ she moaned.
‘Hmm, I seem to remember you saying that a lot last night too!’ I responded, trying my best to keep my body from shaking in laughter.
‘Oh my God, you are impossible!’ she laughed in hysterics.
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The blue beast screamed to life as Marlene punched the gas. The beautiful Midnight blue Mustang GT drifted onto the Atlantic City Expressway as if it were gliding on a pillow of air. I imagined Marlene’s face lighting up as the powerful engine roared in anger. Her long fingers tightly gripping the steering wheel as she leaned back in her seat while her sunglasses reflected the eastern morning sun. Completing my picture was the soft pink lipstick enhancing the rouge gracing her high cheek bones.
‘Are you alright over there,’ she asked with a smile to her voice.
‘Yep,’ I replied as my fingers released their white knuckled grip on each side of my seat. We had decided we really wanted to be away from everything, so what better place than the southern shores of New Jersey on a cold February day? The lovely seaside town of Ocean City was our destination, and as the Mustang’s engine returned to a steady purr, we cheerfully, dramatically, and sarcastically sang along with the radio as we streaked down the highway.
In fourty-five minutes, we were crossing the Ninth Street bridge and entering the almost barren island. During the summer months, the streets and sidewalks would have been bussling with beach goers, cyclists, and cars doing their best to find an empty parking spot, but the streets were empty, the bicycles were stored away for the winter, and the beach goers, rightly so, were nowhere to be found. Marlene found a local coffee shop which was open year rou
nd for the town’s full time residents. We leap from the car, and scurried to the door of the shop as the cold salt air sent us it’s wickedest winter greeting.
Marlene guided me to an empty table, and we sat together, ordered coffee and egg sandwiches before leaning back in our chairs and letting out a relaxing breath.
Marlene took my hand and held it tightly. ‘Michael, this is just what I wanted, peace, quiet, and you to myself.’
‘It’s a nice change from the past few days, huh?’ I asked while playing with her long fingers.
‘Mmm, that feels so good,’ she moaned.
before I could reply, the waitress was at our table, placing our coffee in front of us and letting us know our breakfast sandwiches would be out soon. She also brought us glasses of ice water, silver wear, and creamers, noticeably standing to Marlene’s side of the table. I was guessing my face wasn’t the most pleasant thing she saw that morning. I reached for the creamers and found them on the first try. Pulling back the tab, I poured the contents in my coffee and began to stir it while asking Marlene to grab me a Sweet-N-Low.
‘And you wonder why people don’t realize you can’t see,’ Marlene giggled as she handed me the artificial sweetner packet.
‘What?’
‘You just reached over, grabbed a creamer, pulled the tab off, and poured it into your coffee before picking up your spoon and stirring it.’
‘And?’
‘And you did it all like it was nothing.’
‘I do what I can,’ I replied with a half smile, ‘Can you pour some of my ice water into my coffee for me?’
Marlene stood and reached across the table. She lifted my chin and softly placed her lips onto mine. ‘I can do anything for you,’ she cooed.
It wasn’t long before our sandwiches were placed in front of us. Biting into my sandwich, my tongue instantly disagreed with my brain and it’s intent to devour the sandwich on the spot. I dumped the contents of the roll onto my plate and began to collect the jumbled egg and cheese onto my fork.
‘Why don’t you order an omelette or something?’ Marlene asked, ‘That won’t be enough for you.’
‘Nah, this will be alright for now, maybe I’ll get something else later.’
We talked and laughed while eating our meals. We spoke briefly about the wedding and thoughts of certain people we would like to have in the wedding party. It was going to be a simple ceremony, but we wanted some of our closest friends to share our special moment with us.
Finishing our meals, we paid the bill and wandered out of the door and onto the sidewalk.
‘How far to the boardwalk?’ I asked, as the harsh ocean wind swept down the street to greet us.
‘About a block and a half,’ Marlene chattered.
‘C’mon, let’s go,’ I suggested.
‘On the boards? In this cold wind?’
‘Do you have your hat, gloves, and scarf in the car?’ I asked.
‘Yeah, but…’
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We walked along the empty boardwalk as the february wind blew against us. Marlene held tightly onto my left arm and buried her face into my chest as we lazily strolled across the old wooden planks. The syncronis sound of the waves played it’s lonely tune to the empty beach while an angry seagull screeched above us, voicing it’s hunger in it’s searched for food. I asked Marlene if she could lead us to the railing of the boardwalk. We leaned against the icy steel and gazed out into the abiss.
‘What do you think is out there?’ I asked as I covered my shivering Marlene from the frigid wind.
‘A lot of cold fish,’ she chattered.
I chuckled at her answer and held her tighter. We stood in silence as the waves proceeded to rhythmically roll to shore.
‘I saw you,’ I whispered.
‘You what?’ Marlene asked in surprise.
‘I saw your face.’
‘Michael, when?’
‘When I was shot.’
‘Michael, you weren’t shot, it was your mind playing tricks on you when you fainted,’ Marlene responded with a hint of nervousness in her voice.
‘I know, but I clearly saw you, your hair, your beautiful blue eyes, your pouty lips, and gorgeous face.’
‘I was going to ask you why you were saying what you did in the parking lot and emergency room after your accident, but I didn’t want to bring it up so quickly. I was planning to ask after you were healed.’
‘When you reached up to wipe the dirt on my face, a bullet ripped through my forehead. I was out of my body and watched it happen. It tore through my head and shattered the rear glass of the SUV. Your face froze, and time stopped until I saw myself slide down the back of the hatch, leaving a path of crimson along it’s dirty white paint.’
‘Michael, stop, you don’t have to say anymore… It was just an illusion.’
‘I fell to the pavement. You let out a wailing cry as you tried to wake me. My God, Marlene, I don’t ever want to hear that sound again. A black woman came up to offer help, but realized there was none to be given. She took hold of your arm, but you passed out on top of me.’
I continued my tale, describing to Marlene how I saw my daughter Monica, my guide dog, Misty, my sisters, and so on. I told her how the detective pulled the silver jewelrly box from his pocket at her mom’s house, explaining how they had found the wrapped box with the bags of groceries in the back of the SUV.
‘Oh Sweetheart, no,’ she weeped.
I told her how I watched as my sister Rose had frantically objected when the detective held the silver box out for her to take, how her other law partner, Janet Hartgrove read the letter I had written after it fell into her lap, and how Monica helped place the ring on her finger.
‘I saw it all, Marlene, I was standing right there, it was so real… It was just so real.’
‘Michael, I’m sorry,’ Marlene whimpered as she reached up and brushed my frosty cheeks.
I continued again, telling her about the funeral, and how afterwards, I sat in the bleachers of my high school while watching my family and friends spread my ashes over the field of my youth where I played so many years of soccer.
‘Where was I?’ she asked.
‘You weren’t there, you didn’t come until everyone had gone. I thought you had abandoned me, my heart was crushed and my soul left empty.’
‘Michael, I would never abandon you, never, never.’
‘You did finally show up. I heard the rumble of the Mustang pulling into the parking lot of the field. Misty was with you, she was sitting in my seat wearing my sunglasses,’ I chuckled, ‘She would never wear them for me.’
I continued the story, telling Marlene how she spread out a blanket and sat in the middle of the field, drawing her knees up and wrapping her arms around them.
‘You buried your head in your arms as Misty laid by your side with her head resting between her outstretched paws. I walked down from the stands, and as I stepped onto the grass surface, Misty sat up at attention. She began to thump her tail on the blanket as I approached. You turned to her and asked her what was wrong as she stood and let out a long stretch. Her tail was whipping your face as I stepped on the blanket. Marlene, you looked right into my eyes. Your face… Your face was beautiful. You called my name, questioning me if I were there. I blew a breath and saw your hair dance behind you. Marlene, you are so beautiful.’
Marlene buried her head into my chest and sobbed. Her body shook uncontrolably as she held me tighter than she ever had before.
‘Marlene, there’s more,’ I whispered after kissing the knit winter hat which covered her head. ‘My father… My father came for me.’
Marlene suddenly looked up at me. ‘What?’
‘He held out his hand for me to take. It was there, it was just as I had remembered it when I had sight, it was big and callassed. It just remained there, waiting for me to grasp. I refused though, I scortched him with every vulgar name I could recall. He just kept telling me to take hold of it, and it
was time to go.’
‘Michael, please, you don’t have to tell me anymore…’ Marlene said in a faint, soft voice.
I didn’t tell her about her father and brother appearing, there was no reason for her to relive the unrelenting pain of her past. But, I did however, finish my tale.
‘I relented, and reached my hand back to my father as my vision of you and Misty dissolved before me. And then, and then I felt your soft hand take hold of me, telling me that our work was done. That is why I kept telling you I was already gone.’
‘My God, Michael, you poor thing,’ Marlene cried as she cupped my wind whipped face with her leather gloves, ‘You are alive, we are alive, and we have a lifetime of pure love and happiness to live.’
‘I know, Beautiful, I know we have a wonderful life ahead of us, but I just had to tell you… It was so, so real.’
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We stepped away from the railing and silently began to stroll back towards our exit to the boardwalk. The blustery wind was now at our back, making our winter walk a bit more tolerable.
‘Green,’ Marlene whispered as a heavy gust of wind pressed at our back.
‘What?’ I asked.
‘You said you saw my blue eyes… They’re green.’
‘I knew it, I knew it,’ I laughed out loud as I leaned my head back to face the sky.
‘What are you talking about?’ Marlene giggled.
‘Our first night, when you stood in the doorway of my bedroom…’
‘What about that first night?’
‘You stood there as I tried to picture you in your silver heels and thong. I remember imagining your legs, your flat tummy, and your beautiful milk chocolate nipples.’
‘Oh Michael, stop…’ Marlene stammered in an embarrassed voice, slapping my chest with the palm of her hand.
‘No Beautiful, I wanted to get an image of you in my mind. I remember, you began to tease me, asking me if I liked what I saw, as you lifted your hands above your head. I could picture you standing there, your soft brown hair, pouty lips, and green eyes. Of course I didn’t know if all of this was accurate, but I told myself your eyes would always be green!’
‘OK, now you are giving me chills, Handsome,’ she said as she stopped, placed her hands on my cheeks and gave me a soft kiss. ‘Let’s go home…’
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‘This isn’t your mom’s house,’ I said as the Mustang rumbled beneath us.
‘I know, I said, let’s go home…’
It was the first time I had been home since Saturday morning when Marlene picked me up to go food shopping. The house was chilly and incredibly silent. I made my way into the hallway to adjust the thermostat. As I turned back towards the living room, a hand pressed firmly into my chest.
‘Where do you think you’re going?’ Marlene seductively asked.
‘I, I don’t know…’ I muttered.
‘Turn around, Buddy Boy,’ Marlene commanded.
She grabbed my waist and directed me into the bedroom. Spinning me back around as we approached the bed, she draped her arms lazily around my neck and assaulted me with her lips.
‘I’ll be right back,’ she whispered in my ear, ‘Don’t go anywhere…’
I heard the rustling of a bag which she apparently had carried in with her from the car. The bathroom door closed next, and she began to hum a familiar song. I stood along the side of the bed with a growing hard-on in my jeans. It wasn’t long before the bathroom door opened and the sound of clicking heels tapped against the hardwood floor. The sound stopped as Marlene stepped onto the carpeted bedroom. Standing in the doorway, she asked, ‘Like what you see?’
I shook my head up and down like a bashful child and took a step towards her.
‘Sit,’ she directed.
‘Where?’ I asked, most likely with a blank look on my face.
‘On the bed,’ Marlene replied, trying to hide her giggle.
I took a step back and felt for the bed. Feeling the back of my thighs against the mattress, like a little child, I lifted myself up and bounced my ass on the bed.
‘Take your sneakers and socks off,’ she directed in a higher voice.
I pictured her, bending at the waist and holding her hand over her mouth in an attempt to keep herself from laughing as I did as I was told.
‘Now, your shirt.’
Again, doing as I was told, I pulled my shirt over my head and discarded it with my shoes.
‘Very nice,’ she moaned, ‘Now lose the jeans.’
I unbuttoned my jeans, laid back on the mattress, and began to slide my jeans and underwear off.
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