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Part 1, Making Plans
Marc didn’t stay at the girls apartment that much longer. Amy was physically tired and emotionally drained and just wanted to turn in for the night. They did make few plans for what they were going to need do starting the following day. Amy was to go to the administrative offices and drop out of school for the fall semester, but considering her due date would probably be in late March she didn’t expect to return until the following fall, but she wasn’t going to tell them that. Marc was going to meet with the department head and arrange for a personal leave of absence, probably four weeks. He also had a number of phone calls to make, for appointments, reservations and other scheduling items.
The following morning after his meeting with the department head for his leave of absence Marc returned to his office and called Dr. MacDermot. Marc had found out the night before that Amy hadn’t seen a doctor yet. Even though she was very healthy, she exercised and ate well, it was still well past the time she should have seen a physician. Dr. Sheela MacDermot had been his wife’s OB-GYN and a long time family friend. Marc explained to her that he needed a favor, a student of his needed to see a doctor right away. When she replied her voice was dripping with unasked questions, but she agreed to see Amy. When Marc explained that the student had been raped Sheela’s tone changed and she said that she would take care of everything and made the appointment for the very next day. His next call was to a professor friend at Loyola of Chicago, he was a member of the Chicago Yacht Club and made arrangements to have docking privileges made available to him. Next came reservations at The Drake Hotel, and then he made arrangements to have the cottage island prepared for use.
That night at dinner Marc told Amy about the doctor appointment he had set up for her. He also told Amy that he would take her to the appointment. Val who had tagged along because Terry wasn’t back on campus yet told Marc that he didn’t have to do that. She would go with Amy to the appointment, and that it probably wasn’t a good idea for Marc to be seen taking Amy to that kind of doctors appointment yet. Marc had to agree with Val on that point, even though Amy and he were going to be married, technically they were still professor and student.
When Marc’s Land Rover Discovery parked in front of the girl’s apartment Val said her good-byes so that Marc and Amy could be alone. When Val was gone they each reached out, joining hands as they looked into each other’s eyes.
“I wish these windows were all tinted, I want to kiss you, but there’s too many people around”, Marc said as he watched the people flow past on the sidewalks.
“Well if you’re nice and walk me to my door, maybe we can steal a kiss there”, Amy said in a sly little voice.
As Amy was speaking Marc was rubbing her hand in his and felt the ring he had placed on her finger the night before.
“Il mio molto amava, can I ask you something?”
“Sure”
“Can I put your ring on the correct hand, we kind of got it backwards last night”. Marc was caressing Amy’s finger and touching her ring as he spoke to her, all the while looking directly into her beautiful eyes.
Amy brought her other hand to Marc’s, holding his hand in both of hers and said “cant I leave it where it is? I know it’s on the wrong hand, but can’t I just leave it where you put it? Maybe some day if I take it off we’ll switch hands then”.
“Well”, Marc said with a little laugh, “I suppose this might as well first thing in what will be long list of things that I’ll never be able to say no to you about.”
Giggling, Amy said, “Wow, so all I have to do his hold your hand like this and ask nicely and you won’t be able to say no”.
Smiling at his beautiful young fiancée he replied, “I was hoping you wouldn’t find out about that so quickly”. Letting out a kind of short sigh he continued, ‘You know how I can tell that I really love you il mio molto amava?”
Marc’s eyes never left Amy’s as he was speaking and she apparently was preoccupied with returning it because it took her a while to realize Marc had stopped talking, but when she finally recognized the silence and said, “ah, sorry I was daydreaming, mmmm, how can you tell”.
As Marc continued to look deeply into his lovers eyes and his thumb moved in circles on the palm of Amy’s hand he said, “because il mio molto amava when we’re apart and I think of you a chill runs down my spine”, he paused and then continued with, “but that’s ok, because when I touch you like this”, he tightened his grip on Amy’s hand to indicate the touch he referred to, “I melt… You’ve got me so flustered il mio molto amava that I’m running hot and cold”. Marc chuckled for a second or two before continuing, “I love you Amy”, he whispered, “so, so much il mio molto amava”.
“And I love you. Bunches and Bunches”, Amy said with a little giggle, “sorry, I’m not as romantic about it as you are. I guess I’m just a straight forward kind of girl”.
They chit chatted a while longer, but when Marc asked Amy what she thought they should do about her parents she went silent.
Finally she said, “I don’t know Marc. My father will never understand, I really don’t think he ever will be able to accept this. You’re two years older than he is”.
“Thanks I needed to be reminded about that”, Marc laughed.
“Sorry, but you know what I mean. I’ve thought about it all day and really the only thing I can think to do is that we avoid my dad for now”.
“We’re going to have to face him eventually Amy”, Marc replied.
“I know Marc, I’m not just avoiding the situation, and I really think it will be the best way to handle it. We go to the house while my dad is at work and we just talk to my Mom. She can handle dad better than anyone else. We explain the whole thing to my Mom, who I think will understand and give us her blessing. We leave before my dad gets home and let my Mom explain things to dad”.
“If I was your dad Amy, I’d have a lot more respect for me if I didn’t send my future mother-in-law to do my talking for me”
“Marc, the truth of the matter is that my father may never respect you, it’s likely that he may never speak to you. Letting my mom break our news to him means that at least his first reaction won’t be rage. He just cant seem to treat mom the same way he can treat other people”
They talked it out a little while longer and agreed to drive to Amy’ parents on the day after Amy’s doctor’s appointment, which was tomorrow. Marc walked Amy up to her apartment and when they reached the landing in front of her door Marc walked backwards into the darkest corner of the landing and drew Amy in after him. Marc stopped when he backed into the wall, he wrapped his arms around Amy and pulled her close to him.
Amy looked up and wrapped her arms around Marc’s neck as he looked down at her, their eye’s fixed momentarily on each other and then their lips touched. Each closed their eyes and lost themselves in the arms of the other. This was their first kiss as lovers since their time on the boat and for each of them the memories came flooding back. For Amy she once again felt the love in the way Marc held and kissed her and she realized what a fool she had been to ever doubt him. For Marc the feeling of Amy in his arms and the taste of her lips on his brought every memory of their time together on the boat flooding back. In the months it had been since he had held her in his arms he had thought many times of how empty his life would be if he never held her again. And now that she was in his arms again the fear and emptiness that nagged him just seemed to drain away.
The kiss they shared in the dark corner of that sec
ond floor landing was long and loving. It was fulfilling but not completely satisfying. The hunger each had for the other wouldn’t have been satisfied if they spent the whole night kissing in that corner. As they kissed Amy became more frightened that Marc would make a move to take it farther than the kiss. She knew it was silly and that Marc loved her, but the thought of her skin being touched caused a trickle of sweat to run down her spine.
Mark watched Amy disappear as her apartment door closed, blowing her a final kiss through the narrowing gap of the closing door. As he headed down the stairs, he looked back over his should at the dark corner that provided the cover for their goodnight kiss. The memory of his lovers lips on his lingered in his mind and he thought to himself that he could kiss her forever. Ya, he thought to himself, he was sure that was something he would never get tired of. It’ll be a lot better though when she’s in my bed and after the goodnight kiss she snuggles in my arms instead of disappearing behind a door as I trudge down the steps. Tonight though as he was kissing the sweet lips of his young lover he fought the urge to let his hands roam over her body. They stayed on her back, between her shoulders and no farther down than her waist. They hadn’t discussed it yet, but Marc could only assume that Amy wasn’t ready yet to be touched in a sexual way. They needed to have a talk about their physical relationship, but until they did he wasn’t about to risk upsetting Amy by touching her.
Part 2, Tale of Two Cities
When Amy’s eyes opened the next morning her room was flooded with bright golden sunlight. Amy slept in the following morning, because she could, not starting school it lifted a big demand on her time. She got dressed, ate quickly and headed out on her bicycle for a long and exhausting ride. She returned, showered and waited for Val to return so they could grab a bus to get to her doctors appointment.
During the appointment, Dr Sheela, that was what she had asked Amy to call her, questioned her about her sexual history, she asked how long Amy had been having sex. When she said only once before the rape the doctor’s demeanor took on a kind of sadness. It’s a terrible thing to say Amy, Dr. Sheela had said to her, but I suppose your fortunate that the rape wasn’t you first time. Dr. Sheela asked Amy if she had enjoyed her first sexual experience and the doctor could tell by the tone of Amy’s voice and the look in her eye that she really had. Good thing thought the doctor to her self, hopefully she can use the pleasant memories of her first time to help her deal with the nightmare of the second. When the doctor finished asking Amy about dates, her first sexual experience, the rape and date of her last period, She performed the examination and ultrasound and confirmed that the dates seemed to match the results of her exam.
After the exam was over, Dr. Sheela asked Amy if she had reported the rape and then asked her if she was seeing anybody to help her through her situation. Amy explained that she had visited the rape crisis center in Minneapolis over the summer. One of the last things the doctor said to Amy was that she must be a pretty special student for Professor Daniels to pull in a favor like this. In spite of her effort not to, Amy blushed as she said that Professor Daniels was a very sweet man. The doctor’s voice sounded a bit tinged with skepticism, as she replied, yes, I suppose he is. Then Dr. Sheela asked about her ring and Amy explained that she had gotten engaged a couple nights ago. The doctor said that it was really nice to get engaged on your first day back from summer break, it must have been from someone you hadn’t seen since spring, was it a big surprise? The last thing Amy said before leaving was, “a very big surprise”.
That night Marc appeared at the door of the girls apartment with his arms full of Chinese take out and a long stemmed red rose in his teeth. Marc had decided that delivering the daily flowers in person avoided the possibility of further confusion and the Chinese take out was because they decided not to go out. They were leaving early the next morning for Amy’s parents so staying out late didn’t seem like a good idea. They sat around on the floor eating Chinese as Amy told Marc about the doctor’s visit. The doctor said I was due on March 14th and that I’m healthy as a horse, she said to keep up the exercise and my eating habits and she prescribed a vitamin. She said the heartbeat was very strong, but had a little flutter to it, she said that was nothing to worry about and that except for how I got pregnant everything was perfect. Marc asked Amy if she found out if it was a boy or a girl, but Amy said that she hadn’t. Then Marc asked Amy if Dr. MacDermot had talked to her about how she got pregnant. Amy said she had but that she didn’t want to talk about that now.
After the kiss good night on the landing that night, Marc pressed his lips to the palm of his hand and then placed his hand on Amy’s belly. Looking directly into his young lover’s eyes he whispered to her, ‘Since I met you il mio molto amava, ‘we’ has become more magical than you or I. And since this has happened ‘the three of us’ has become even more magical than ‘we’.’
Amy rested her head on Marc’s chest as his arms held her close, she softly said, “professor, you’re very, very hard to resist when you’re so sweet!’
Marc stroked Amy’s hair as she rested her head against him. As he caressed Amy’s hair he said to her, “you know Amy, neither of us has ever done this before, even with our age difference parenting will be something we can share as a first experience for both of us. I think we’ll be good parents Amy. I know I’ll be a good one if for no other reason than I’ll love the baby’s mother more than anything it can possibly imagine”. Amy’s hands came down from Marc’s shoulders, she placed both her hands on top of the one he held to her stomach and with a tear draining down her cheek said in a squeaky voice, “thank you Marc”. In spite of the emotions of the moment, the squeak of Amy’s voice caused Marc to start laughing even as he tried not to. As his laughter calmed he said, “God Amy, it sounds like I’m marrying a mouse”. She slapped him on the arm and said “see ya in the morning”, as she turned and disappeared behind her closing apartment door.
At 6:45am the following morning Marc was holding the car door as Amy climbed in. She picked the red rose off the seat as she sat down, she liked the idea of Marc delivering the rose to her personally every day. Marc climbed back in the drivers seat and they were off. The glistening black BMW 750iL blasted across Wisconsin toward Amy’s hometown of Rochester Minnesota. As it did Marc asked Amy more than once if she was sure of how she wanted to handle this. Marc offered to speak to her father, but Amy continued to refuse saying that he would just explode at Marc. Amy’s plan was to go in by herself and break the series of news items to her mother. Amy’s parents still didn’t know about the rape, so obviously the pregnancy would also be news and she would top off her news flashes with her engagement. When the bombs had all been dropped Marc would come in and to meet Amy’s mother and they would be gone long before Amy’s father got home. It would then be Amy’s mothers job to pass the news on to her husband.
The plan seemed somewhat cowardly to Marc, but Amy was sure this would work out best. And when Amy and her mother came out of the house and met Marc in the front yard, he made the same offer to Amy’s mom, but she agreed with her daughter that Amy’s plan was the best way to handle things. Marc was very impressed with Mrs. Chase’s composure considering the string of shocking news she had just received. They all went into the house where Amy’s Mom served lunch and they continued to get to know each other. By the time they left Amy’s mother still wa
sn’t sure that marrying a man as old as Marc was an ideal situation, but she did appreciate the kindness Marc showed toward Amy and Mrs. Chase gave Mark a hug and a kiss on the cheek, welcoming him to the family as they were getting back in the car to leave.
As they drove away Marc told Amy what her mother had said to him. “Ya she’s a soft touch for a handsome guy”, Amy joked, “plus she likes older men and your almost five years older than mom. I’ll bet that gray in your beard really turned her on”.
“Cut it out Amy”, Marc said with mock sternness in his voice. Then he went on to say, “I’m glad it worked out so well Amy, you seem like a weight has been lifted from you”.
“You have no idea Marc, thank you for taking me here today. If it wasn’t for you I don’t know when I would have told them”, the relief was evident in Amy’s voice. They talked a little longer, but soon Amy was curled up sleeping in the soft leather seat of the speeding car. Marc assumed she hadn’t been sleeping well, add to that the dumping of today’s emotional baggage and the fatigue caused by the pregnancy, he understood why Amy zonked right out.
Marc slowed the car so he could steal a glance at his beloved Amy more often. Besides the slower he drove, the longer he could watch her. He couldn’t think of the proper words to describe the sight he saw in the seat next to him. Alluring, captivating, entrancing, the words were piteously unprepared to describe the sight he was looking at. He pulled into the next parking area and just sat there looking at Amy. She was so beautiful, innocently beautiful, delicately attractive, captivatingly lovely. In the end he just sat there and cried at the thought that she loved him.
The next day didn’t start as early in the morning as the previous, but it was still pretty early when Marc collected Amy and her bags with the Land Rover. Back at Marc’s house they walked the first load of gear down to the boat which was docked pointing in the opposite direction from what it had been the night they had dinner. After the gear had been stowed and they were back on the dock, Marc told Amy to close her eye’s, that he had a surprise for her. Marc guided Amy along the dock to the stern of the boat, turned her around so she was facing the boat and said, “Ok, you can look now”. Amy opened her eyes and quickly looked to where Marc was pointing, the stern of the sailboat. There scripted across the back of the boat, in gold trimmed crimson lettering were the words “Il Mio Molto Amava”.
“Oh my god!!”, Amy gasped, clasping both hands over her mouth. She glanced at Marc and then back at the boat, her hands dropped from her mouth, but all she could say was “Marc…..”, and then she just stood there with her mouth hanging open.
“You were right”, Marc said, “A boat need’s a name”.
“But Marc, I cant take your wife’s spot on the boat”
“Your not Amy, it was an empty spot, and now it’s not. The stern of the boat is just like my heart Amy, it was an empty spot, and now it’s not.”
Amy moved close to Marc, she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling his lips to hers. She was still whispering “thank you” as their lips touched. As their lips parted she whispered, “I love you Marc”.
Looking into his lovers captivating blue eyes Marc said softly, “and you are Il Mio Molto Amava, forever my much loved, forever my Amy”.
The wind was freshening, the sky was blue and the sails were full. The newly christened “Il Mio Molto Amava” sliced the surface of the water carrying the two lovers south toward Chicago. During the night they spent together in the spring, they had been on the stern bench of the boat about the starlight and that got Amy talking about city lights and she mentioned that she really liked Chicago, so Marc arranged for the first days of there get-a-way to be a sail down to the windy city, some time there and a sail back. Amy was so excited when he told her that she actually jumped up and down.
The first night Marc offered to sleep in the guest cabin, letting Amy have the master cabin. Amy accepted the sleeping arrangements without comment, even though Marc was hoping she would say something about them sleeping together. The following night in Chicago their suite in The Drake had two bedrooms off the parlor. The view of Lake Michigan was equally breathtaking from the parlor or either of the bedrooms, so when both bedrooms were used, as they were that night each occupant could enjoy the view. The second night in Chicago after dinner at the hotels Oak Terrace Restaurant, and two different jazz clubs the sleeping arrangements were the same. Marc had talked the band in the last club they were in to do an instrumental version of ‘their song’ in the hopes that Amy might be in the mood to share a bed, but it didn’t turn out that way. It was a longer sail back than to Chicago and that would mean two nights on the boat and both of them were spent the same as the one down had been.
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