Cast Adrift

He then rubbed her belly. Passion’s lightly tanned face lost color and her big brown eyes went a little wider.

“So, how far along are you?” Lowell asked gently.

“Three, maybe three and a half months,” Passion whispered, searching his eyes. “How’d you know?”

“Uh, you’ve not had period one since we started dating. I’m not a girl, but even I know girls have this thing? Called their monthlies? And, sleeping loud is also a pretty good sign. Oh, your bras are getting a little snug there, and so are your jeans. I mean, you’re not showing just yet, but it won’t be long, will it?” Lowell asked, then kissed her.

“Figure it happened that first time,” Passion admitted.

“Your mom know?” Lowell asked.

“Uh huh,” Passion said, nodding her head.

“So, yeah, Sweetheart, looks like it’s getting pretty serious,” Lowell said and scooped her into his arms.

“What are you doing, Mr. Truesdale?” Passion asked as Lowell carried her up their stairs.

After very energetic sex, Passion did ask Lowell what his thoughts, his feelings were about the baby. Lowell kissed her and cradled her in his arms.

“Honestly? Wish we could have waited,” Lowell said.

He kissed her again. His hands went to her slight paunch.

“But, having a baby, with the woman I love, is pretty damned awesome,” Lowell said.

“And having a baby with your sister?” Passion pressed.

“It my fault that the woman I love is also my sister?” Lowell asked.

“No, and it’s not like we knew when we done it,” Passion defended.

Roland’s next post card demanded that Lowell could not be with any offspring of Victoria Truesdale, but did not offer any reason. And again, Roland demanded Lowell’s phone number.

“But if we’re not related, and you don’t know her, then how can you say I shouldn’t be with her?” Lowell replied, enjoying taunting, tormenting his father.

“Because I said so,” was Roland’s answer. “And I demand your phone number. Now.”

“Demand all you want, prick,” Lowell said out loud.

“Oh! Oh! Give him my momma’s phone number,” Passion giggled.

“No! Oh. My. God! Passion! You, that, you are just evil!” Lowell hooted.

Passion found her cell phone and sent a message to Vixen. That started a flurry of text messages and giggles back and forth.

Lowell did not know what Roland and Vixen spoke about, but that was the last post card he received from his father. Mrs. Begnell sent Lowell a post card, letting him know he was not to send any more communication through her. Lowell understood; apparently Roland had gone to the woman and threatened and bullied her.

“I do understand,” he wrote. “And I’m sorry for any inconvenience I may have caused you.”

Somehow Mindy got a letter to Lowell and gave Lowell the address of her best friend, Bethany Soorell.

The spring semester began and again, Lowell was taking fifteen hours. He found himself in Micro-Economics with Kitty Truehart and Post-World War Two European History with Passion. Passion’s pregnancy was quite obvious and Lowell smiled proudly as he and Passion walked to class together, hand in hand.

Roger Terje did not return to college. His parents did send a very nice card, thanking Lowell for his compassion and concern. The card said that Roger was attending Benhurst Community College, and doing very well in his classes.

Just before the mid-term examinations, Kitty approached Lowell and asked about studying together. Lowell agreed, after verifying this with Passion. Again, the trio met in the library; Kitty seemed more comfortable in a public setting. And, again, the three of them were interrupted by a few hopeful Lotharios, until Dr. Abernathy put a stop to the madness.

“Oh! Oh! Oh my God! Saturation! We, we had that in Statistics,” Kitty suddenly whooped, knocking her notebook to the ground in her excitement.

“Exactly!” Lowell laughed at her enthusiasm.

“So, if we extrapolate that saturation with this service,” Kitty bubbled, trying to find the problem she’d been scribbling.

“Think you’ve got it,” Lowell smiled.

Kitty’s kiss to Lowell’s lips surprised Lowell and Passion. Kitty’s kiss to Lowell’s lips stunned and horrified Kitty. She ran from the library, leaving behind her coat and purse and back pack.

“I’m telling you, someone really did a number on her,” Passion murmured as she and Lowell gathered Kitty’s things together.

At their next class, Kitty quietly apologized to Lowell. Lowell smiled and assured Kitty that he was fine; there was no need to apologize.

“I uh, I mean, it’s just my sister, and, you know, I mean my mom, and then them foster homes,” Kitty tried to explain.

“You know, there is the Student Counseling,” Lowell whispered to Kitty. “Obviously, this is causing some discomfort for you. Might want to go see about it.”

Kitty opened her mouth to protest, to deny, then shut her mouth. Her big blue eyes filled with tears.

“Kitty I, I could be a friend,” Lowell offered, handing the girl his handkerchief. “And, I think you really want to have some friends. But whatever it is holding you back? Won’t let you have any friends.”

Professor Bloodworth handed out a mock exam and Kitty actually let out a little squeal when she was able to work out the problems on the examination. Professor Bloodworth let an amused smile curl his lip as he watched the blonde’s antics.

“Okay, hang on to those,” he called out after thirty minutes had elapsed. “Question one, anyone have any questions about the first question?”

The discussion was lively. Kitty scribbled notes furiously, smiling and nodded as she did so. Finally, Dr. Bloodworth called an end to the class.

“I understood it!” Kitty enthused, putting her hand on Lowell’s arm.

She let out another little squeal and danced in place for a moment. Then, with a giggle, she rushed from the classroom.

“Mr. Truesdale, whatever you’re doing…” the instructor smiled as he and his teaching aide gathered up the materials.

“We had Statistics last semester,” Lowell explained, checking that he had his umbrella with him.

“And…hmm! You tie that in…hmm!” the older man mused thoughtfully.

“What are you doing?” Passion snapped at Lowell when he met her in front of Udelle Hall.

“I give up, what am I doing?” Lowell asked, shaking his wet umbrella.

“Oh, well, I just had a very interesting little conversation with Ms. Katherine Truehart,” Passion snapped, trying, and failing to look irritated.

“She, we had a mock exam in Micro-Economics today and she saw she was getting it, I mean, really getting it,” Lowell explained.

“She says you’re the greatest,” Passion smiled, unable to keep up her pretense of being aggrieved.

“Oh yeah?” Lowell asked, taking her heavy back pack out of her hands. “And what’d you say?”

“I told her yes you are,” Passion agreed, kissing him. “Come on, looks like it’s letting up.”

Mindy sent Lowell an invitation to her high school graduation. With the heavy card, she included a small note that told him she didn’t expect him to actually show up, but if he did that would be the greatest gift in the world.

“Thought you said she thought you were a butt head,” Passion asked, reading the little note.

“She does,” Lowell said, unable to hide his tears.

“Oh no, oh don’t start, no Lowell don’t start crying,” Passion sobbed out. “You start crying, it’s going make me cry!”

“You’re already crying,” Lowell pointed out as they huddled on her loveseat, crying together.

Lowell and Passion each sent a card to Bethany’s address. Vixen Trueblue also sent her niece a card, sending it directly to the Truesdale trailer. Lowell included a one hundred dollar bill with his card. Passion included a one thousand dollar check with her card.

On June nineteenth, Passion roused Lowell, groaning in pain. Lowell’s protests that Passion still had five more weeks to go didn’t seem to matter much to Passion, or to Allure Victoria Truesdale.

“Oh my God, oh Sweetheart,” Vixen cried, helping Lowell as Passion groaned, screamed, and sobbed through a contraction.

“Ms. Vixen, how’d you get here?” Lowell asked, truly surprised to see the beautiful blonde woman in the delivery room of Clarkston County General Hospital.

“Airplanes are wonderful, aren’t they?” Vixen smirked as Passion lay back, gasping. “True, I could have just used my broom, but there was a four hour layover in Dallas for broom traffic.”

“You’re a smart ass,” Lowell laughed.

“Oh, and I did send my darling brother a text, letting him know he was about to become a grandfather, again,” Vixen smirked. “Oh! I tell you! The good people of his fine church would just be shocked if they could see the language the good reverend uses.”

Even at five weeks premature, Allure Victoria Truesdale was a healthy baby. She weighed five pounds, seven ounces and was fifteen inches long. She had all ten fingers and all ten toes and very healthy lungs.

Excalibur wasn’t very interested in the new addition to the family. He was interested in the baby blanket and used his paw to pull the soft fleece blanket through the slats of the crib, then curled up underneath the crib on top of the blanket. He hissed at Lowell when Lowell tried to retrieve the blanket.

“Get that nasty blanket off of my baby,” Passion ordered when Lowell covered Allure with his Saints blanket.

“My baby,” Lowell said. “And my baby? Is a Saints fan.”

“Momma,” Passion called out for Vixen’s assistance.

“Oh my God, no!” Vixen cried out, horrified. “Lowell, you, you’re turning your back on your heritage! Your roots! You, you’re supposed to be a Vikings fan!”

“Oh, no ma’am,” Lowell said. “How many Super Bowls have the Vikings won?”

“I give up. How many?” Vixen asked.

“Zero,” Lowell said. “And the Saints have won how many? Every single one they’ve gone to.”

“That can’t be right,” Vixen said, pulling out her cell phone. “I know the Vikings went to a bunch of Super Bowls.”

“Uh, the Saints went to one Super Bowl,” Passion said, looking at her cell phone.

“And won that Super Bowl; spanked the Colts, spanked them hard,” Lowell said.

“Huh!” Vixen said, looking at her phone. “Okay, okay, how about a compromise? We get my grandbaby a Utah Jazz blanket?”

“Sure,” Lowell said. “Oh, wait. The Jazz; they still play basketball? Or have they switched over to golf?”

“Basketball,” Vixen said. “Why would they switch to golf?”

“Because, in golf, the lower score wins,” Lowell said.

“Your baby daddy? Is a butt hole,” Vixen told Passion. “But the Jazz blanket will be here tomorrow. Until then, let her sleep with the Saints blanket.”

Allure picked that moment to wake from her nap. Passion declared that Allure was crying because of the Saints blanket. Lowell changed Allure’s diaper and Passion bared a breast. Lowell watched as Passion and Allure sat in Passion’s brand new red rocking chair. Passion looked up from Allure to Lowell.

“Thank you, Baby,” Passion said quietly. “She’s just so perfect. And I wouldn’t have her without you.”

Excalibur demanded food, so Lowell left mother and child and went down the stairs, cat racing ahead. While he was downstairs, Lowell made a pot of coffee and Vixen joined him in the living room.

“What are you thinking?” she asked him, blowing on her mug of coffee.

“I’m thinking I have no clue what to do,” Lowell confessed. “The new semester starts in just about a month from now and I just don’t know how I’m going to be a daddy and a student, and I’m just about broke, and babies need diapers and doctor visits and, shit!”

“Uh huh,” Vixen agreed, taking a sip of her coffee. “God! You and Passion both! Do you really have to make your coffee so thick you could paint the walls with it?”

Vixen placed a comforting hand on Lowell’s arm. She smiled and patted his arm.

“Lowell. Money? Money is not a problem. Love, and attention, and patience, oh God, lots and lots of patience is what you’re going to need,” Vixen said.

Excalibur waddled into the living room and curled up in front of the fireplace, on the small rug. Lowell said nothing, just stared at the beast, then up at the painting over the fireplace.

Every time he thought he could just about make out the vagina that Passion had said the painting was supposed to show, he lost the image in the twisted jumble of images. Vixen looked at the painting and shook her head.

“Personally?” she whispered to Lowell. “That is one ugly pussy. I don’t know why Passion ever bought that thing.”

Passion found a day care close to the campus that would take a newborn. Lowell had an insight and he and Passion brought Allure to the Day care center two days before the start of the new semester. True to his premonition, Passion was an absolute basket case, leaving her little girl for the very first time.

“Oh my baby, my baby, she needs her momma,” Passion sobbed as Lowell held her from charging right back into the building.

Lowell managed to make Passion sit at a Newhart’s for an unhealthy breakfast. He even managed to make her walk the three mile track around the park that was directly across the street from their condominium. Then Lowell relented and Passion raced to the day care center and rescued her baby.

“Yes, yes, your mean old Daddy was going make me leave you there all day, can you believe that?” Passion fussed to the sleeping girl. “Can you believe how hateful he is? Bad Daddy, Bad, bad!”

The day before classes, Passion managed to make it to four hours before demanding that they go get their daughter. Lowell just nodded and allowed Passion to rescue the infant.

A late afternoon thunderstorm rolled through Myndee, cooling down the quite hot and humid day. Allure slept right through the booms and rumbles and the heavy downpour. Excalibur hid underneath the bed, dragging his blanket with him.

“Yeah, when I think of Utah, the first thing I think of is jazz,” Lowell teased, looking at Allure’s new blanket.

“Shut up,” Passion giggled. “It’s from her Grammy.”

Passion patted the bed next to her. Lowell gently ran a finger over his beautiful daughter’s tiny face, then joined Passion on the bed.

“Now, Dr. Ubelhauser hasn’t said we can fool around yet,” Passion said, unzipping Lowell’s jeans. “But Mommy needs a taste of her man.”

“Oh no, not another blow job,” Lowell mock-complained as Passion sank her mouth over his hard cock.

The next day, Passion kissed Allure several times; it would be at least six hours before Passion would be there to pick the baby up. The day care employee smiled; she’d seen her share of first-time mommies leaving their babies to the care of strangers. Finally, Passion left the building.

Outside of Udelle Hall, the grounds keeping crew was given the sad task of cutting down a ninety four year old oak that had sustained a direct hit from a lightning bolt. Half of the mighty tree was threatening to topple into Udelle Hall.

Two girls that Passion knew called out to her and she paused to talk to them. They had to shout to be heard over the chainsaw. The two girls asked Passion about her baby; her pregnancy had been known, and the fact that she was no longer pregnant was readily apparent.

Passion paused in their walk to dig her cell phone from her purse. The three of them cooed and gasped at the pictures on the cell phone. They heard the shout, and turned just in time to see the tree falling toward them.

Not having the information that Lowell Truesdale and Passion Trueblue were living together, that Passion and Lowell were parents of a beautiful little girl, the university did not contact Lowell about Passion’s demise. The university contacted Vixen, the ‘Next Of Kin’ listed on Passion’s file.

“What happened?” Vixen screamed when Lowell did return her frantic voice mails and text messages.

“What do you mean, what happened?” Lowell cried out, not knowing, and fearing the worst.

Passion Angel Trueblue was laid to rest in Garland County’s Garden of Memories Cemetery. Lowell and Vixen commissioned a tombstone that would read ‘Beloved Daughter, Wife and Mother’ and give Passion’s date of birth and date of death. Lowell and Passion were not legally wed, but Vixen tearfully snorted they didn’t need a piece of paper to say they were married.

“That precious baby in your arms says that you two were married,” Vixen declared, softly rubbing the sleeping infant’s face.

While at the Garden of Memories cemetery, Lowell took his daughter to visit her grandmother’s grave. Eyes already raw from the tears over Passion’s death and burial, Lowell shed more tears as he introduced Allure Truesdale to his mother.

“What’s all of this?” Lowell asked as Vixen handed him a manila folder.

“Deed to the condo, deed to the car,” Vixen quietly said.

“But,” Lowell began to protest.

“Shush! My granddaughter needs a place to live, my granddaughter need you to be able to get her to doctor’s appointments, day care, where ever she needs to go,” Vixen said.

Lowell looked at the woman. He knew her age was thirty nine; she refused to admit she was forty, not just yet. Right now, though, Vixen looked closer to sixty nine years old. Her face was puffy, mottled. There were bags under her eyes, deep discolored bags. Her blonde hair hung limply; Vixen admitted she had not washed it in days.

The university settled with Vixen and Allure. Lowell did not argue when Vixen simply turned around and gave him the money. As she reminded Lowell, Vixen had no need of that money. Lowell, however, had need of a source of income. He had a baby to take care of.

One girl’s family tried to get twenty million dollars from Myndee University. Lowell was sickened by the family’s actions and attitudes. He refused to join with them in any class action lawsuit.

“Any money, that going to bring your daughter back to you?” Lowell asked the father of Jennica Richards. “No? Didn’t think so. Don’t call here again, hear?”

As much as Lowell loved, adored Allure, being a full time daddy and a full time student with fifteen hours class time and one hour lab time was grueling. The hectic and frenzied pace was wearing him out.

So Lowell hired a baby sitter, an older woman to come in on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so that he could go to a nearby gym to work out, to burn off his frustrations and bitterness. He missed Passion intensely; nights were the worst. He took solace in reading his Bible. He read aloud to Allure and to Excalibur.

Nancy was an excellent baby sitter. She had a genuine love of children and Allure seemed to pick up on the woman’s happy persona. Nancy also cleaned the condominium. As she told Lowell, Allure was sleeping most of the time. Rather than sit around, Nancy grabbed a dust cloth or a vacuum cleaner or a mop.

“By the way, where’d you get that obscene painting?” Nancy asked, pointing to the framed picture over the fireplace.

“My wife,” Lowell smiled; he still couldn’t see what Nancy and Vixen and Passion apparently saw very easily.

“Hmm,” was Nancy’s only response as she left the condo?

Wishing the woman a good day, Lowell saw a flash from across the street. He watched a very well-endowed young blonde as she trotted along the path of the park.

“Oh! Hey, that’s…” Lowell said, recognizing Kitty Truehart.

If Kitty saw Lowell, she did not react, just plodded along the concrete path. Lowell watched her delectable buttocks flex and undulate as she ran.

Yes, the slim blonde did possess some very nice breasts, but Lowell was more enthralled with Kitty’s rear end. Each hillock of flesh beckoned to him as the beautiful girl jogged the path.

“Wonder why she’s running there?” Lowell asked himself, closing the door when Kitty disappeared around the curve.

There were two parks between campus and condominium, as well as the track behind Estelle Stadium. The park closest to campus was right across from the police station; Kitty would have been perfectly safe to jog that park.

Wednesday, Lowell again saw Kitty jog past the condominium. For the briefest of moments, he saw her turn her head and look at his car, his front door. He had Allure in his arms, trying to burp her after a quite vigorous bottle feeding, so could not give chase, could not even wave in greeting.

“Yeah, you little piggy, put that bottle in your mouth and ‘oomph!’ it’s all gone,” Lowell sang to his baby.

“Oh. My. Goodness! That, young lady was a burp and a half!” Lowell laughed when Allure rewarded his efforts with a truly impressive belch.

“What? Tell you another story about your mommy? Oh, okay, she was beautiful. You know, just like you,” Lowell said. “But, she didn’t let that go to her head. No, she was beautiful on the inside too.”

The first time Lowell tried to masturbate, he felt so guilty his erection wilted in his hand. If Allure had not been sound asleep, Lowell would have screamed in frustration.

“God, I don’t know why you had to take her,” Lowell sobbed. “I know you have your reasons, but damn! We, we needed her here.”

Thursday, Lowell asked Nancy if she could stay another thirty minutes. When Kitty jogged past, Lowell dashed across the street and dropped in step with Kitty.

“Hey, how’s it going?” Lowell asked.

“Oh! Hey, I uh, hi Lowell. You uh, you live near here?” Kitty stammered, caught off guard.

“Mm? Oh, yeah, I’m still in one oh two, right there,” Lowell said, fighting against the smile.

He knew Kitty knew he lived there; she’d been to the condo when Passion was alive. And, yesterday, he had seen Kitty look pointedly at his door as she jogged past.

“So, how long you been a jogger,” Lowell asked as they kept a steady lope.

“I uh, I just started,” Kitty admitted.

“Know, there’s a track right behind Estelle Stadium,” Lowell mentioned as Kitty started to lose steam.

“Uh huh, and all those guys all standing around and yelling stuff about my boobs,” Kitty snapped.

“Hmm, yeah, they would do that,” Lowell agreed. “Still amazes me how some of them even managed to get into college, you know?”

“This is me,” Kitty panted, pointing to a battered old Chevy.

“Oh, hey! When did you get this?” Lowell enthused, looking at the nondescript vehicle.

“My sister gave it to me,” Kitty beamed with pride. “See I was on the Dean’s List last semester and the semester before and her boss’s wife was getting rid of this; you want a ride?”

“Yeah, I do,” Lowell said. “But really, I need to get home; my baby sitter’s husband is on medication and she needs to get home and take care of him.”

“Oh. Maybe some other time?” Kitty suggested.

“Yeah, that’d be great,” Lowell smiled. “Great to see you.”

“Hey, wait, what’s your phone number?” Kitty asked, getting her phone out of her car.

Lowell did not tell Kitty it was the same number as before. He just smiled and gave her the number. He was surprised, pleased when Kitty immediately called his number.

“There. Now you got mine too,” she smiled and got into her car.

Lowell watched Kitty drive away. Then he jogged to his condo.

“Saturday evening is fine,” Nancy agreed. But no later than eleven o’clock. Remember, we have church on Sunday, and if I don’t get my beauty sleep…”

Allure waited until the door shut behind Nancy to start fussing. A dry diaper and a bottle did calm her down. She smiled and cooed as Daddy kissed her all over.

“Oh, what? Now you want food?” Lowell said to Excalibur.

He fed the cat, burped his daughter, then started on his homework. After an hour, he called Kitty and asked if she’d like to do something on Saturday.

“I uh, yeah, I mean, like what?” Kitty asked.

“Nothing real big,” Lowell said. “Wedges has got some pretty good sandwiches, and then there’s Ozark miniature golf right next door. Last time I played there, I got a twenty nine.”

“A what?” Kitty gasped. “Lowell, that’s impossible! There’s no way you…”

“Uh huh, and then on the second hole?” Lowell said and Kitty burst out laughing.

“Yeah, I’d love to go there,” Kitty enthused.

Making Kitty laugh seemed to break through whatever wall she had up. Suddenly Lowell found himself on the phone with a real chatterbox. She spewed a bunch of words at him, without saying anything.

“And ever since then, yellow’s been like my all-time favorite color,” Kitty babbled.

“Hmm, I would have guessed blue because of those beautiful blue eyes of yours,” Lowell said.

“So I’ll pick you up, hmm, ’bout six?” Kitty finally ended their conversation.

“Sounds great,” Lowell said, grateful that Kitty had finally run out of things to chatter on and on about.

The three yellow roses in a simple vase earned Lowell a soft kiss. But then Kitty had to drive back to Steubbens Dormitory to put her flowers into her room.

“Oh, Cindy’s going be so jealous,” Kitty enthused and gave Lowell another soft kiss before dashing out of her car and into the building.

“Cindy’s my roommate; she’s really sweet, but because she’s kind of fat,” Kitty started babbling when she got back into the car.

Through the drive to the restaurant and throughout the meal, Lowell heard all about Kitty’s numerous roommates. So far, Harriet and Cindy were tied for Kitty’s all-time favorite, and the worst was Denise Hall, a really gross girl that never showered or changed clothes and stole anything she could get her hands on.

By the seventh hole, Lowell found out that he and Passion had been correct in their diagnosis of Kitty Truehart. Someone, a bunch of some ones had broken the girl’s trust and taken her innocence. It started with the foster homes and continued through high school.

“I mean, he tells me he loves me, we’re going be together forever,” Kitty said, blue eyes filling with tears.

Lowell guided Kitty to a bench and held her while she sobbed. She clung to him tightly as she told him of the youth’s callous behavior after he’d gotten what he wanted.

“Some boys, hell, some men just never grow up,” Lowell said quietly.

“Oh, but I bet you’re not like that, right?” Kitty said angrily, pushing away from Lowell. “You’re different, right?”

“I’d like to think I’m different from those guys,” Lowell said, offering her his handkerchief.

“I, listen, I, you win. I don’t feel like playing no more,” Kitty said, blowing her nose into his handkerchief. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Lowell said, gathering their putters and balls. “Be right back.”

“Look I’m, I’m sorry, I guess it’s still, I guess I’m just not ready yet,” Kitty said as she drove Lowell to his condo. “But I have been seeing Dr. Steinman.”

“It’s okay. Hey, we tried, right? That’s pretty big. We tried,” Lowell encouraged.

When she pulled up to the condo, Kitty did not turn off the engine. She stared straight ahead, stared at the stone façade of the building in silence.

“Hey, I, could I have a kiss good night?” Lowell braved asking.

“I, what? You want…” Kitty asked, surprised.

“You gave me two kisses earlier,” Lowell reminded her. “And, they were really very nice kisses and I’d like another one or maybe even two or three.”

Making Kitty smile was another rewarding moment. She put the car into ‘park’ and leaned over. Lowell kept his hands in his lap as he leaned toward her.

“One,” she counted and gave him a soft kiss. “Two, and three.”

On ‘Three’ Kitty parted her lips slightly. Lowell tenderly touched her lips with the tip of his tongue. Her hand came up and touched his cheek as she opened her mouth for his tongue.

“Mm, three,” Kitty murmured, pulling away from him.

“Good night. Remember, we were on hole seven and I had twenty points and you had five hundred,” Lowell said, opening his door.

“What? I had twenty three!” Kitty screeched then laughed as Lowell shot her a teasing smirk.

“Thought for sure we wouldn’t see you until eleven, twelve o’clock,” Nancy said as she and Allure sat watching a Law & Order SVU rerun.

“What are you showing my little girl?” Lowell protested as one of the detectives was talking about pedophilia.

“That there are bad, bad people in this world,” Nancy said, turning off the television. “Did y’all have fun?”

“I don’t know,” Lowell said truthfully.

Kitty called just after ten thirty. Lowell eased himself back against a mound of pillows and spoke in low tones; Allure was sleeping peacefully, Saints blanket around her form.

Kitty again apologized and Lowell again told her it was okay. They’d had a very nice date, all in all.

“Remember,” he said when Kitty let out a yawn then said she was going to bed. “We were on hole seven and I had twenty points and you had five hundred and one points.”

“It was twenty three points,” Kitty giggled. “I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

“Uh huh,” Lowell agreed.

“Cindy said there’s a free lesson at the archery range,” Kitty said on Sunday.

“Oh?” Lowell asked.

“Uh huh, Thursday night; want to go?” Kitty asked.

“Absolutely,” Lowell agreed. “And then after? How about Ling Cho’s? Someone told me they got a Mandarin Beef that’s pretty good.”

“Okay,” Kitty happily agreed.

Nancy agreed readily enough to watch Allure for the few hours Lowell would be out. She reminded him, much as a mother would, that this was a school night, so she expected him home no later than ten o’clock.

The free lesson was fun. Kitty put her three arrows in the vicinity of the large target, but never struck it. Lowell managed to hit the target’s outer most rim with two arrows. His first of three arrows joined Kitty’s arrow somewhere beyond the target.

“Do you think this is something you’d like to do?” Lowell asked Kitty when the husband and wife team switched from free lesson into their sales pitch.

“No; it’s too hard,” Kitty said.

“Okay, then,” Lowell said, taking her hand.

The Mandarin Beef had two peppers next to its name on the menu. Lowell wondered what namby-pamby milk toast had rated the menu. His dish was no spicier than Kitty’s beef and broccoli dish. At least his hot and sour soup did have a pleasant bite to it.

Lowell and Kitty held hands from archery range to the Chinese restaurant. They again held hands from the restaurant to her dorm.

“Thank you,” Kitty said, swiveling around to face him.

“No, thank you, I had a good time,” Lowell said.

They kissed, Kitty using plenty of tongue. As they were out in public, well within view of the front door of her dormitory, Lowell kept his hands on her upper arms, away from her monumental breasts. With one more kiss to his lips, Kitty smiled, then dashed inside of the dormitory.

“You are a real party animal,” Nancy playfully taunted when Lowell entered his home at nine twenty. “I think I stayed out later than this last date my husband and I went on.”

“Uh huh. Good night,” Lowell smirked as Excalibur demanded his attention.

“Dr. Steinman, uh, she asked me if you’d come in,” Kitty stammered into the phone Friday night. “I seen her today and she asked me…”

“Sure,” Lowell shrugged, even though Kitty couldn’t see his shrug.

“See, I told her we’d been on a couple of dates, and before we get too far into this, she uh, she wants to meet with you,” Kitty continued.

“That would be fine,” Lowell said. “Hey, I mean, after Passion’s you know, death, I could probably stand talking with someone about it, you know?”

“I mean, Jesus, it’s not like I told her we were thinking about getting married, but she still wants…” Kitty continued, becoming more agitated.

“Kitty, I’ll meet with her. No problem,” Lowell said.

“You will?” I told her you probably wouldn’t want to but…” Kitty said.

Letitia Steinman was a harsh looking African-American woman with a bit of a chip on her shoulder. Lowell wondered if Dr. Steinman hated all men, or just Caucasian men.

“My wife was Passion Trueblue; one of the three women that was killed when the tree fell on them,” Lowell started the conversation. “So, as you can imagine, I’m dealing with a lot of grief, and even some guilt. Kitty was a friend of my wife’s and here I am, going out on dates with her.”

The opening salvo turned Dr. Steinman from adversary to professional therapist. They talked, mainly about Passion, about Allure, and to an extent, about Kitty.

“Women, in particular women with ah Ms. Truehart’s uh sizable attributes are used to men that tend to hmm, classify them, based solely on those attributes,” Dr. Steinman stated as the fifty minutes drew to a close.

“Yes, I have noticed, she has big tits,” Lowell said. “So did my mother, so did my wife, so does my step-mother. My mom was a homemaker, a fantastic cook, a peace maker and a peace keeper in our home. My wife? Yes, I noticed her boobs. I also noticed her brains, her wonderful sense of humor, her kindness. My step-mother is a teacher, so, she’s not just a life support system for a pair of boobs; she’s a smart and capable woman. I see Kitty as a smart, sweet, funny woman. Yes, she is sexy, but yes, she is also very vulnerable. I’m not out for a piece of ass, a quick and dirty fuck. Remember? I have a daughter of my own. I wouldn’t treat any woman like that.”

“You ever had skillet pie?” Kitty asked when Lowell answered his phone.

“No. What’s skillet pie?” Lowell asked.

Kitty gave a description; to Lowell it sounded like a potato hash. He agreed that they’d have a dinner date the next evening.

“Yes, of course you can bring her,” Lowell agreed when Kitty asked if her roommate Cindy could come.

He understood, Kitty wasn’t quite comfortable being in his home alone. She needed Cindy there, as a safety blanket.

Cindy was a chubby girl with big breasts, big buttocks and big belly. She also had a big attitude; Cindy was loud and vulgar.

“Cute pussy painting, dude,” Cindy said, looking at the painting over the fireplace.

“Thanks; it was my wife’s,” Lowell said, wondering how Cindy was able to see the vagina in the painting and he still wasn’t able to quite make it out.

Excalibur did not like the chubby brunette, even as Cindy declared that all animals loved her. As soon as he could, Excalibur raced up the stairs to escape the loud woman.

Skillet pie was two or three potatoes grated into a large skillet, along with grated onion and bell pepper and cheddar cheese and four eggs whisked with some heavy cream. Lowell guessed this was something Kitty’s older sister had invented to make food stretch on a tight budget.

“Think my favorite part is the crust along the outer rim,” Lowell said, eating his meal.

“Nice plates; you didn’t pick these out, huh?” Cindy commented.

“No, they were my wife’s,” Lowell admitted.

“So where is she?” Cindy asked, looking around. “Run off on you?”

“Cindy!” Kitty gasped. “I told you…”

“She was killed,” Lowell said, resting his hand on Kitty’s hand.

“You do it?” Cindy asked, fixing Lowell with a hard stare.

“No, she was killed when a tree fell on her,” Lowell said, standing up. “I think it’s time you left my house.”

“Huh? Hey dude, look…” Cindy said.

“No ma’am, you look,” Lowell said. “You’ve been rude, loud, overbearing, in short, you’ve been a bitch from the minute you walked in here. This is my house. I don’t have to put up with that behavior in my house.”

“Aw, fuck you, pussy,” Cindy sneered.

“I am so sorry,” Kitty said, close to tears.

“Why? You didn’t do it,” Lowell said, glaring at Cindy.

“No, but she’s my friend,” Kitty said.

“Call me later,” Lowell said, bending and kissing Kitty softly on her lips.

“Love you,” Kitty whispered, following the still loudly braying Cindy to the front door.

“Love you too, or I wouldn’t have put up with that snotty bitch for as long as I did,” Lowell said, scraping the crust along the skillet’s rim. “Yep, this is my favorite part. Oh! And I bet, you add some ham to this?”

When Kitty did call later, she disclosed that Cindy had badmouthed him from front door to dorm room and hadn’t stopped with her denouncement of Lowell Albert Truesdale until just a few minutes ago when Cindy left to take her shower. Lowell laughed it off; Cindy’s feelings toward him didn’t matter one bit to him.

“You still want to see me?” Kitty asked, voice almost a whisper.

“Yes I do. “Do you like bowling?”

“Bowling? I uh, yeah, I guess, I mean, I haven’t been in like forever, but sure,” Kitty said.

“We’ll go to Benito’s, then right across the street to the alley,” Lowell said. “You’ll love bowling. See, unlike golf? The more points you get, then you win.”

“You only had three points on me,” Kitty laughed. “And we still had eleven more holes. I would have beat your butt.”

“Maybe. We’ll see,” Lowell lightly teased her.

“I love, uh, I love you,” Kitty whispered then disconnected the call before Lowell could answer.

After bowling, Kitty drove Lowell back to his condominium. They sat in the front seat of her car and kissed for a few moments. Kitty then pulled back and looked at Lowell for a long moment.

“I uh, you, if you want to, uh, you can, you can touch my titties,” she finally spewed out.

“Okay, but only if you’re sure,” Lowell said, trying to see her eyes in the dark.

“Uh huh,” she said, nodding her head.

Kitty shrank back when Lowell leaned forward. Lowell softly shook his head.

“Kitty, you’re not, it’s too soon, okay?” Lowell said softly.

He kissed her lips and opened the car door. Kitty put her hand on his upper arm, stopping him.

“I, Lowell, I, I want you to…” Kitty stammered.

“Kitty, not yet, okay?” Lowell said.

He gave her one more kiss, then got out of the car. He smiled at her as he closed the door of her car.

“You have got to be the most boring nineteen year old in the world,” Nancy teased as she turned off a ‘Criminal Minds’ rerun.

“No, ma’am,” Lowell said slowly. “I’m the most boring twenty year old in the world. “Damn! Sunday was my birthday.”

“Oh, Lowell, why didn’t you say anything?” Nancy cried out.

“Because I didn’t even think about it,” Lowell admitted.

There were two cards in his Post Office box; one from Lilah and Gail, and one from Mindy. Lowell felt the sting of tears even as he smiled; Gail had insisted that they send him twenty one dollars. Twenty because it was his twentieth birthday, and one to grow on. Mindy announced that she was a student at the University of Louisiana at DeGarde, go Storm! And had come out of the closet as a lesbian.

“So, dear old Dad pointed out all this shit in the Bible about God striking down gays and lesbians,” Mindy wrote. “Of course, him being divorced from Kyle and Kylie’s mom doesn’t count, even though the Bible says that’s against God’s laws too.”

“Shit, Dad,” Lowell thought. “At this rate, you won’t have any children left. Gail’s your last hope, huh?”

With the twenty one dollars, Lowell went to the grocery store, bought himself a cake and a pint of ice cream and invited Kitty over to celebrate his birthday. She showed up with a very large card and gave him twenty one slaps on his backside; twenty for his birthday and one to grow on. She laughed happily when Lowell said his seven year old sister had suggested that very thing.

Lowell had made a pot of chili and wrinkled his face when Kitty asked why there were no beans in the chili.

“Real chili doesn’t have beans,” Lowell said. “Oh! I’m sorry. Maybe in Ar can sass they do.”

“Arkansas, not ark can sass, butt hole,” Kitty squealed, slapping his arm.

Lowell laughed and kissed her. Suddenly, Kitty wrapped her arms around Lowell and kissed him with ferocity. Lowell held onto her with one hand; he held a wooden spoon in his other hand and couldn’t put it down.

“Love you,” Kitty whispered into Lowell’s chest when she released his mouth.

Allure picked that moment to cry for a dry diaper and a warm bottle. Lowell kissed Kitty’s lips softly, turned down the burner underneath the chili, and fetched his daughter.

“Hi pretty girl, hi!” Kitty chirped as Allure sucked greedily on her bottle. “Can I hold her?”

“Sure,” Lowell said, after a moment’s hesitation.

“Oh, you are a pretty girl, yes you are, yes you are,” Kitty cooed. “That bottle good? That’s a good bottle? Yummy in the tummy?”

Lowell deemed that the chili was ready. He heated up a can of kidney beans, beans that could be eaten on their own, or spooned into the bowls of chili. A sleeve of crackers went onto the table, along with small bowls of sour cream, grated cheddar and chopped chives.

“Daddy! All done!” Kitty sang out from the living room.

“Okay, now comes the fun part,” Lowell smiled and took Allure from Kitty’s arms.

Kitty watched as Lowell draped a towel over his shoulder and held Allure against the towel. He patted Allure’s back with a steady beat. Kitty’s blue eyes opened wide when Allure let out a gargantuan belch.

“Okay, Miss Truesdale, think you can sit in the swing while Daddy and his girlfriend eat?” Lowell asked and put the child into the swing.

“Aw, wish they made one for grown-ups,” Kitty laughed as the mechanized wing began rocking back and forth.

Lowell thought of sex swings and thought of putting Kitty into one. He smiled and shrugged as they went to the dining room. Lowell took the seat at the close end so that he could keep his eye on Allure.

“Huh?” Kitty blinked, face a mask of shock.

“What? It’s too hot?” Lowell asked, tasting his own chili.

“I uh, no, I, I was looking up swings for adults and…” Kitty stammered, putting her phone into her purse.

“Uh huh,” Lowell chuckled, having a good idea of what Kitty had found on the Internet.

“You know about that kind of stuff?” Kitty asked, face beginning to twist into anger.

“Yes, I know about it. Knowing about it and doing it are two different things, Kitty,” Lowell defended. “Hell, you know about axe murderers; that make you one?”

That answer mollified Kitty. Lowell sat and ate in silence. Kitty, Katherine Truehart was truly a beautiful young woman, and had a stunning physique to go with her beauty. She was interested in him; why else would she ‘jog’ in the park directly across the street from his condo?

She also had a lot of baggage. True, she was trying to lose some of that baggage, but she was also holding onto much of her fears. Lowell understood; those fears were there to protect her.

“I’m pretty fucked up, huh?” Kitty finally asked, voice small.

“Yeah, you are,” Lowell nodded, scraping the last bite of his chili onto his spoon. “But so…”

“I, happy birthday,” Kitty said quietly. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Hey, hey, wait a minute,” Lowell said, looking up. “We still have cake and ice cream and we need to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ and all that.”

Somehow, Lowell knew not to stand, not to block Kitty’s exit. Some intuitive thought told him to block her movements would be the worst possible thing to do.

“And it is chocolate,” Kitty said, now standing in the kitchen.

“Double chocolate, with chocolate ice cream,” Lowell agreed, slowly getting to his feet.

“It’s your birthday; I, okay, I, we’ll sing ‘Happy Birthday’ and then…” Kitty agreed.

Kitty’s question of, “Have you ever done it with one of them swing thingies?” almost made Lowell spit out his mouthful of chocolate cake.

“No,” he laughed, swallowing his cake and washing it down with some coffee. “Honestly, I’ve only heard about them.”

“Oh. I uh, well, it, they looked pretty wild,” Kitty stammered, face bright red.

“I’ll bet,” Lowell said. “Oops, Looks like someone’s ready for a clean diaper.”

“You uh, you think you might want, you know, more?” Kitty asked as she watched Lowell quickly change Allure’s diaper.

“More what? Cake? Mm hmm,” Lowell said.

“No, I uh, more kids?” Kitty clarified.

“Yeah, two or three,” Lowell agreed.

“Me too,” Kitty whispered, blue eyes becoming wet.

“Hundred,” Lowell said.

“What?” Kitty screeched, then laughed when Lowell shot her a grin.

Before she left, Lowell did get to squeeze, fondle Kitty’s breasts. Her nipples were very responsive; lightly pinching and tugging them through pullover top and bra had Kitty panting into his mouth.

Lowell also did give Kitty’s sweetly rounded backside a squeeze as they stood just inside his front door. Then, with one more kiss, Kitty left.

“Oh. What? Huh, miserable beast, what do you want?” Lowell asked Excalibur. “You don’t get food every time I turn around, you know.”

Vixen asked for, and received pictures of her granddaughter nearly every day. To tease her, Lowell made sure to show Allure with her Saints blanket often.

“Now, show me one of you,” Vixen asked.

Lowell posed with the Jazz blanket and Vixen responded with a ‘Thumbs Up’ emoji. Then she called him.

“You’re losing weight,” Vixen commented. “It, I can see it in your face; you’re losing weight.”

“Yeah, just don’t really feel like eating a whole bunch,” Lowell admitted.

“Lowell, Lord, she, do you really think Passion would want you to suffer?” Vixen asked quietly. “Remember, you have a daughter, you have a piece of Passion with you always. But you need to take better care of yourself.”

“Yes ma’am,” Lowell agreed.

On their next date, Lowell was able to get Kitty out of blouse and bra. Her areolae were a dusky pink in color, her nipples were fat nubs that stuck out nearly a half inch from the tightly crinkled flesh.

A gentle nip to her nipple caused Kitty to gasp, then shudder, beautiful blue eyes tightly shut. The crotch of her jeans was very dark; for a moment, Lowell wondered if Kitty had accidentally peed her pants.

“I, I got to go,” Kitty panted, struggling to find her bra.

“Okay,” Lowell agreed, sitting back and giving the agitated girl plenty of room.

“I, I can’t believe, I, oh my God,” Kitty grunted, struggling into her clothes.

“I’m glad you came,” Lowell said gently, grabbing her coffee mug.

“You, you’re not mad, huh?” Kitty asked from the door of his condo.

“No. Why? Should I be?” Lowell asked.

“I mean, I’m leaving you, I’m leaving you with a uh, a stiff thing,” Kitty stammered, pointing to Lowell’s jean clad erection.

“Yeah, you are,” Lowell said. “But I can take care of it.”

“I’m sorry,” Kitty whispered, then dashed out of the condo.

Friday night, Kitty shocked Lowell by showing up, an overnight bag in hand. He had decided to make himself some fried chicken for dinner; mostly to see if he could replicate Passion’s fried chicken, so he had plenty of food available. But as far as Lowell knew, he and Kitty had made no plans.

“You got another bedroom, right?” Kitty asked.

“I, yeah, I mean, well, I’ve never been in there so I don’t know how comfortable the bed is,” Lowell admitted.

“Can’t be no worse than my dorm room,” Kitty said, heading up the stairs with her overnight case.

“God, I, really?” Lowell asked the ceiling as he returned to the kitchen. “Okay, Miss Allure, try to stay dry while I figure this out, okay? Think you can do that for Daddy?”

“What we doing?” Kitty asked, taking the pan out of Lowell’s hand. “Oh! Fried chicken? Cheryl showed me how do this. What’s the potatoes for?”

“Mashed potatoes; Passion always did a milk gravy to go with them,” Lowell said.

“Well, need to boil them first,” Kitty said, starting to clean the chicken pieces. “So, start peeling, buddy.”

“Yes ma’am,” Lowell answered, getting a happy giggle from Kitty.

Together, they made a pretty good meal. Allure did get fussy; she had a wet diaper. But a dry diaper, and pacifier firmly in mouth, she said and rocked in her swing.

“Okay, I’m going to take a shower,” Kitty announced. “I had aerobics right before coming over; I’m surprised you can’t smell me.”

Lowell could smell her. He had been sporting a semi-erect cock from the smell of Kitty’s sweat from the moment she entered the kitchen.

“Okay. The hall bathroom has a shower; I’m pretty sure there’s some soap and shampoo in there,” Lowell said, taking their plates to the kitchen. “The bathroom in the main bedroom, though, has a full bath. And I know there’s a big old bottle of Passion’s old bubble bath under the sink.”

“I, oh, a bubble bath,” Kitty sighed. “I, uh, I take a bubble bath, you going leave me alone?”

“You want me to leave you alone? Then I will leave you alone,” Lowell promised. “It’s about time for little Miss Piggy to have a bottle anyway.”

“Okay. I’m going upstairs,” Kitty said. “You promise? You going leave me alone?”

“Kitty, I promise,” Lowell promised. “But, you can lock the door if that makes you feel better.”

It was nearly an hour later that Kitty came downstairs. Actually, Lowell heard her footsteps on the stairs, heard the footsteps falter, turn and return upstairs, then turn and again descend nearly to the bottom, then halt and begin to ascend again, before stopping. A long moment later, Kitty stepped onto the bottom step and peered into the living room.

“Passion got me hooked on this stupid ‘Ancient Aliens’ stuff,” Lowell pointed to the television, without turning around. “She also got me hooked on Jack and coke. Want one?”

“Jack and…yeah!” Kitty agreed, finally committing herself to entering the living room.

Lowell stumbled slightly when he saw that Kitty was wearing a black nylon camisole top that barely covered her large breasts, and a pair of black nylon panties. Her pale belly was exposed; the top was stretched taut over her breasts.

“I uh, you like?” Kitty asked, apparently trying very hard not to bring her arms up to cover herself from Lowell’s view.

“I, yes, very much,” Lowell agreed. “Kitty, you’re, you know you’re beautiful.”

“Do I?” Kitty attempted to look coy, and failed.

“Very, very beautiful,” Lowell agreed, passing her as he walked to the kitchen. “And, that outfit, you make that outfit look stunning.”

Lowell did not make Kitty’s drink as strong as he made his own, and certainly not as strong as he usually made Passion’s drink. He did not want Kitty to accuse him of trying to get her drunk.

When he returned with her drink, Kitty had squeezed onto the other portion of the loveseat. She took her drink from Lowell’s hand, drank deeply, then put the glass down onto the table, on a coaster. She then turned and kissed Lowell forcefully.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“Love you too,” Lowell said quietly.

Lowell wondered if ‘love’ was the right word to use. He knew he was attracted to Kitty; half of his masturbation fantasies revolved around her. He knew he cared for her; if he did not, he would have told her, while they could be friends, her excessive baggage was too cumbersome for him to deal with.

“But Love?” Lowell asked himself as Kitty thrust her tongue into his mouth.

Lowell’s fingers danced along Kitty’s exposed flesh. She let out a moan of approval and Lowell eased the hem of her camisole top up a few millimeters. Kitty’s kisses became even more aggressive as Lowell touched more of her flesh.

“Oh!” Kitty moaned as Lowell’s fingers gently grazed along the undersides of her heavy breasts.

“You’re going to have to make the next move, Kitty,” Lowell said quietly.

Kitty shocked him when she quickly hefted the skimpy top and flung it to the floor. Her magnificent breasts bobbled and bounced for a moment, then settled on her slender form. Brazenly, Kitty thrust her chest forward, inviting Lowell to touch her flesh.

Lowell did stroke, heft, weigh each orb in his hands. Then, after kissing her pouting lips, Lowell bent and took Kitty’s right nipple into his mouth.

“Ah, oh God,” Kitty moaned as Lowell’s lips sucked and his tongue lapped at the sensitive bud.

As his mouth teased Kitty’s right nipple, Lowell’s right hand was busily toying with Kitty’s left breast. Blindly, he found her hard nipple with his fingers. He grasped her nipple between thumb and forefinger and gently tugged at the sensitive nub. When Kitty’s gasp grew in intensity, Lowell bit down lightly on Kitty’s right nipple and pinched down on Kitty’s left nipple.

“Augh, oh my Gawd!” Kitty cried out, grasping Lowell’s head in her hands and forcing his head firmly to her right breast.

She let go of his head with her left hand and pressed his right hand firmly to her left breast.

“Do it again,” she urged. “Oh Gawd! I’m so wet.”

Lowell did as directed and Kitty again yelped in orgasm. Releasing her hold on Lowell, Kitty wiggled around and stood up. For a brief moment, Lowell thought the girl was going to bolt. He hoped she would not run out through the front door; she was nearly nude.

Instead, Kitty thrust her black nylon panties down her sleek legs. Lowell stood, gaping at her beautiful buttocks as she bent at the waist to push her panties down and off of her legs.

“I brought some condoms,” Kitty announced turning and showing Lowell the light brown tuft of pubic hair that framed her puffy and wet lips.

“Good. And if we run out of those, I also have a box of condoms,” Lowell said, wiggling out of his pullover shirt.

Kitty scampered up the stairs. Lowell got Allure from her swing and carried her up the stairs and put the sleeping child into her crib. He then dropped his jeans and boxers to the floor of his bedroom, then went in search of Kitty.

Kitty was in the second bedroom, the guest room. A single lamp provided the only light, but Lowell saw Kitty reclining nude on the bed. She had five condom packets strewn on the bed.

Lowell put the packets onto the nightstand, lay down on the bed next to Kitty, and gently kissed her lips. His fingers softly touched her face, then her throat and shoulders.

And suddenly, Kitty began to whimper. Her whimpering became sobs and she rolled away from Lowell.

Lowell’s erection, which just seconds earlier had been so hard it was nearly painful, now wilted. Tentatively, he reached out a hand and touched Kitty on her right bicep.

“No!” Kitty screamed out, voice a shrill cry of panic.

“Its okay, it’s okay,” Lowell said gently.

Not knowing what else to do, Lowell crawled out of the bed. He walked downstairs, retrieved Kitty’s lingerie and Kitty’s abandoned drink. He detoured to his own bedroom and pulled on his boxers, then went to the guest bedroom.

Kitty had not moved from her semi-fetal position, facing the solitary lamp. Laying Kitty’s clothing at the foot of the bed, Lowell silently put Kitty’s drink onto the nightstand, next to the condoms. She didn’t respond.

In his own bedroom, Lowell checked on Allure. She was still sleeping peacefully, pacifier firmly in her mouth. Lowell smiled and gently rubbed her back.

“Goodnight, sweet girl,” he said quietly.

Allure woke Lowell two hours later. Lowell almost reached over to tell Passion it was her turn to change Allure’s diaper. He jerked upright and turned on his lamp.

In sleep, Kitty was beautiful. She was beautiful when awake, but in slumber, her face had an aura of innocence. Another wail from Allure broke Lowell out of his reverie and he scrambled to get his daughter’s needs taken care of.

“I want to help,” Kitty demanded.

“Okay, go downstairs, get a bowl and put some water in it,” Lowell said. “Then put the bowl in the microwave and nuke it for about a minute.”

“What’s that for?” Kitty asked.

“Heat up her bottle,” Lowell said.

“Then I get to feed her?” Kitty insisted.

“Uh huh,” Lowell smiled and gave Kitty a kiss on the tip of her nose.

“Ew, I hate that!” Kitty laughed, rubbing her nose.

“Is that my Saints jersey?” Lowell demanded as Kitty left the bedroom. “Kitty, number nine; that’s my jersey.”

“Nope. It’s mine,” Kitty laughed, scampering away.

“Not until I do you around the world,” Lowell muttered to himself, powdering Allure’s bottom.

Lowell wanted to monitor Kitty’s progress; she was not Allure’s caretaker. She was not Allure’s parent. Lowell put Allure into her crib with her pacifier and trotted down the stairs.

Okay, and…” Kitty said and set the bottle in the bowl of hot water.

She hugged Lowell tightly, resting her head on his bare chest. Then she pulled back and looked up into his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry about earlier,” she whispered and her blue eyes filled with tears.

“It’s okay. I, we were going pretty fast,” Lowell said, squeezing her in a tight embrace.

“Yeah, I uh, I kind of had a panic attack,” Kitty admitted.

“Yeah, I got that,” Lowell said and grabbed a dish towel.

He kissed Kitty on her forehead and grabbed the bottle. Faintly, he could hear Allure beginning to fuss upstairs.

“No, I want to do it,” Kitty demanded.

“Okay, then, what you waiting on?” Lowell said, handing her the warmed bottle of formula.

Allure was crying noisily now as the couple entered the bedroom. Lowell scooped the girl up and waited until Kitty was situated in the red rocking chair. He then handed Allure to Kitty.

“Oh, that’s good, huh? That’s so good, so yummy in the tummy, huh?” Kitty cooed to Allure as the baby sucked greedily on the bottle.

Lowell draped the dish towel over Kitty’s shoulder and sat on the bed. He watched his baby girl sucking on the bottle, watched his girlfriend as she looked lovingly into the baby’s face.

“Now, I…” Kitty asked, propping Allure against the dishtowel.

Lowell got up and moved Kitty’s blonde hair out of the way. He nodded as Kitty began to pat Allure’s back.

“You can do it a little harder,” Lowell said.

“You sure? I don’t want to hurt her,” Kitty said.

“I’m sure,” Lowell said.

Kitty increased the force and was soon rewarded with a noisy, wet belch. Lowell then changed the baby’s diaper and lay her back in her crib.

“Now, seriously, get out of, give me back my jersey,” Lowell demanded.

“Oh! But Mister Truesdale! If I take this off, I’ll be all naked!” Kitty said, lifting the hem of the jersey and giving Lowell a good look at her light brown curls.

“Seriously, I’ll get you any other shirt to sleep in; just not my Saints jersey,” Lowell said.

“Okay, okay, fine, whatever,” Kitty said and pulled the jersey off.

Lowell found his old John F. Kennedy High School Physical Education tee shirt. Kitty made no move to put it on as she lolled in the large bed. Lowell lay down and looked at Kitty’s incredible body, her blonde hair, her pretty face. She smiled and kissed him.

“Maybe,” she whispered into his ear. “Maybe if we leave the lights on; you know, so I can see it’s you.”

Lowell got out of bed and flicked on the overhead lamp. Kitty grimaced at the harsh light. Lowell’s semi-erect cock wilted again and he clicked off the light.

“Daylight’s even better,” he suggested. “I’m tired. Go to sleep and we’ll try in the morning, okay?”

“You, you’re not mad at me, huh?” Kitty asked, wiggling into the large JFK tee shirt.

“No. I’m pretty mad at whoever hurt you, but I’m not mad at you,” Lowell said and gently kissed her.

“No!” Kitty cried out when Lowell turned off his bedside lamp. “No, Lowell, please, please leave that on. I need, I need it on, okay?”

“Okay,” Lowell said and clicked the three way bulb to the lowest setting.

“Thank you,” Kitty whispered and kissed Lowell’s shoulder blade before rolling over.

“Uh huh,” Lowell said and drifted off to sleep.

The heavy curtains kept out most of the sunlight. Lowell opened them wide when Excalibur woke him for the beast’s morning meal. While downstairs, Lowell quickly made a coffee cake; the directions were on the box of Bisquick. While the cake baked, Lowell made a pot of coffee and poured two glasses of orange juice.

“And there’s my girl,” Lowell said to Excalibur as he heard Allure begin to fuss.

He quickly put a bowl of water into the microwave and started it. Then he padded up the stairs.

“Daddy’s here, Daddy’s here,” Lowell said, scooping the crying infant from the crib.

“Morning,” Kitty said sleepily.

“Morning, breakfast’s just about ready,” Lowell said. “Come on down when you’re ready.”

Lowell had Allure fed and changed, coffee poured and two thick wedges of the coffee cake sitting on the table before Kitty made her grand entrance. She told Allure and Excalibur good morning before giving Lowell a passionate kiss.

“Oh! This, this is almost as good as my sister’s!” Kitty enthused. “See, she uses this um, this pancake stuff?”

“Bixquick?” Lowell guessed.

“Yes! That’s it,” Kitty said.

“Guess what?” Lowell smiled. “That’s what I use too.”

Kitty ate with gusto. Lowell watched with some amusement as she cut herself a second wedge. He refilled their coffee cups and sat to finish his first wedge of coffee cake.

“Yawn, I sure am tired; you tired? I sure am,” Lowell said as they finished their breakfast.

“You’re not tired; you just want sex,” Kitty accused, giggling.

“Sex? Me? Nnnooo,” Lowell said.

There was plenty of light in the bedroom; the morning sun shone through the window. Lowell also turned on both bedside lamps. He and Kitty sat on the bed, facing each other and Lowell let Kitty initiate the first kiss.

Soon after the kissing began, her tee shirt came off. A moment later, Lowell removed his boxers. Kitty stared with fascination at his erection. Tentatively, she reached out a hand and touched it.

She leaned forward and brought her lips to his. Her kisses grew in intensity as her touches and gropes of his cock became aggressive.

“Mmnng!” Lowell grunted in pain when Kitty squeezed his testicles too tightly.

“Oh! Oh God, I’m so sorry!” Kitty gasped, horrified.

“No, no, Kitty, it’s just, they’re kind of tender,” Lowell hastened to assure her.

She sat back on her heels and gingerly hefted his scrotum in her small hand. Kitty giggled his flesh, fascinated with what she was seeing. Soon her other hand went to Lowell’s erection and she cautiously stroked up and down the length of it.

Lowell reached out a hand and toyed with Kitty’s breasts. He tugged lightly at her rapidly hardening nipples. Kitty looked up from Lowell’s testicles and smiled at him. They kissed softly, then resumed their exploration of each other.

“Mm, oh Gawd,” Kitty hissed out when Lowell’s right hand travelled from her breast to the triangle of pubic hair.

“Augh!” Kitty cried out when Lowell’s finger grazed her clitoris.

Kitty grunted and bucked in orgasm when Lowell diddled her clitoris. Her eyes shot open and her grip on Lowell’s testicles and cock tightened when Lowell dipped a thick finger into her very wet pussy.

“I can’t, I have, I got to go,” Kitty suddenly announced, scrambling from the bed.

Allure woke up when the door of the second bedroom slammed very loudly. Lowell pulled on a pair of sweat pants and scooped his baby into his arms.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I, I just can’t,” Kitty babbled as she ran from the guest bedroom, overnight case in hand.

Lowell stepped aside and let Kitty blaze her way down the stairs. Thankfully, she didn’t slam the front door as she left.

“Well, young lady, Daddy sure can pick ’em, huh?” Lowell asked his daughter as he took care of her.

‘You okay?’ Lowell texted to Kitty after a few hours.

‘Let me know you’re okay,’ Lowell texted Kitty on Sunday.

Lowell did not see Kitty on campus. He looked about for her as he went from class to class, as he travelled to his car. He even drove past Steubbens Dormitory but did not see Kitty’s car.

Roland sent Lowell a postcard to the P.O. Box, asking if Lowell planned to come home for Thanksgiving this year, especially since he’d missed last year’s holiday. Lowell answered with a simple ‘No.’ Aunt Vixen met Lowell and Allure at the Fastway-Young Airport and made Allure cry when she startled the baby by smothering her with kisses.

“I know, I know, I cry too when the mean woman kisses me,” Lowell soothed his baby.

“No, no, I’m your Grandma,” Vixen cooed to the wailing child.

By the time they arrived at the Jaguar, Allure had ceased with the crying. Lowell sank into the soft leather of the luxury automobile and sighed. It had been a long flight on an uncomfortable airplane. Truthfully, it had been a long time since Lowell felt that he could relax at all.

In Vixen’s home, the moment Allure was situated, Vixen fixed herself and Lowell a cocktail.

“I um, all of Passion’s things, I, her clothes, her toys,” Vixen said, eyes filling with tears. “I donated them all to the Salvation Army.”

“Yeah, I need to do that,” Lowell sighed. “I, every time I open a drawer, though, I, I just can’t.”

He broke down and began to sob. Vixen hurried over and put her arms around him.

“It’s just, when I start to do it, I can’t. It’s like I’m admitting, she ain’t never coming back,” Lowell wailed out loud.

“I know, oh Lowell I know. It took a whole bottle of gin and two Valiums before I could do it,” Vixen admitted.

Vixen put Allure and Lowell into a different bedroom. Lowell appreciated his mother in law’s thoughtfulness; sleeping in Passion’s old room would have reawaken those old memories and the pain was still too fresh and raw.

The Fatherees again hosted the Thanksgiving meal. Allure was passed from woman to woman and cooed over and fussed over. Lowell did not even have to change a shitty diaper while they were in the home; he could just sit and enjoy the football games, enjoy the food, enjoy the dessert.

“You’re so lucky,” a well-built young man told Lowell as he and Vixen and Allure prepared to leave. “At least you have a part of your wife still with you. When Rickey died, all that cocksucker left me was a bunch of his bills.”

“You’re right,” Lowell told the porn actor. “I do have our daughter. Thank you for reminding me; I still have so much to be thankful for.”

“Oh my God; I didn’t know he swung both ways,” Vixen admitted when she started the car. “Jesus! I just did a shoot with him.”

Lowell stared at Vixen for a moment. Then he burst out laughing. Vixen stared at him, then began laughing too.

“Shut up! It’s not funny,” Vixen hooted. “You don’t know what I did with him.”

Returning home to the condo, Lowell did pack up Passion’s clothing. He broke down sobbing often, and had to stop often. But, a week after Thanksgiving, Lowell had all of Passion’s clothes and shoes and cosmetics gone. The painting remained, though.

“Will you be coming home for Christmas?” Roland asked in his next postcard.

“I am home,” Lowell replied. “And, this is my daughter’s first Christmas. I would like for my daughter to have a happy celebration.”

“Christmas is about Christ, and we both know Christ has never been inside of your trailer,” Lowell said aloud as he placed the postcard in the mailbox, along with the Christmas cards for Gail and Mindy and Lilah and, after long deliberation, one for his father.

Vixen went overboard on Allure’s gifts. She also went overboard on Lowell’s gifts. When Lowell objected, Vixen reminded him, he and Allure were her only family now.

Gail and Lilah, and Mindy sent Lowell Christmas cards. There were no cards from Roland Truesdale. Lowell smiled; Mindy had also sent Allure a Christmas card and demanded that Lowell send Mindy pictures of her niece.

After the holidays, Lowell hired Nancy again; he needed some time from being a student and full time Daddy. He again returned to the gym to work off frustration and anxiety. He also looked for Kitty’s car. He had seen Cindy, Kitty’s former roommate, but the unfriendly woman said she had no idea where Kitty was. Lowell wasn’t sure he believed the obese girl, but had no way to prove his suspicions.

Outside of his Business Management Principles classroom, Lowell saw Professor Jolet and waved in greeting. The man smiled warmly but hustled to his next lecture hall.

“Ah, Mr. Truesdale,” Dr. Levitz smiled as Lowell entered the room. “You are from our neighbor to the south, are you not?”

“That’s a horrible filthy rumor started by someone who knows me very well,” Lowell said, eliciting laughter.

“And, Mr. Truesdale, what is the largest source of income for the state of Louisiana?” Dr. Levitz posed when the laughter died down.

“Corruption,” Lowell answered, smiling.

“On a roll today, Mr. Truesdale. You are on a roll,” the man smiled. “Let’s talk about Tourism and more importantly, the management of the tourism industry, shall we?”

A week before the mid-term exams, Dr. Levitz informed Lowell that Dr. Jolet had requested that Lowell stop by his office. Lowell smiled and nodded as he took his seat.

After the class, Lowell found Dr. Jolet’s office and knocked. There was no answer, so Lowell sat on the floor outside of the door and took out his English textbook.

“Is Coleridge still as boring as when I had to study him?” Dr. Jolet asked, pausing in front of Lowell.

“Unlike wine, he does not improve with age,” Lowell agreed, getting to his feet. “You wanted to see me, Dr. Jolet?”

“No. I want to see Cindy Crawford. But I do need your assistance,” Dr. Jolet smiled. “I have a student, a Ms. Priscilla hmm. Mr. Truesdale, do you happen to have a sister, or a cousin named Priscilla Truesdale?”

“No, not that I know of,” Lowell shook his head. “Where’s she from?”

“You can ask her yourself; I’ve got you scheduled to meet her in the library at three thirty,” Dr. Jolet smiled. “Statistical Analysis; she’s really struggling and I remembered you pulled both Ms. Trueblue and Ms. Truehart out of the murky depths a few semesters ago.”

“Dr. Jolet, I, I’ve got a baby. And, I’m taking fifteen hours. I can’t just…” Lowell protested.

“Have you thought of where you might intern?” Dr. Jolet bribed. “A word from me, and Jack Thompson just might be able to find a slot for you, hmm?”

“Blackmail, Dr. Jolet,” Lowell smiled. “Fine, fine. I’ll call the day care and let them know.”

“Blackmail’s such an ugly word, Mr. Truesdale; I prefer to call it coercion,” Dr. Jolet smiled.

At three twenty five, Lowell was on the second floor of the library, looking around for Priscilla Truesdale. He realized he should have asked Dr. Jolet for a description of Ms. Truesdale.

Even as he looked for the unknown girl, he could not help but give an appreciative glance at the stunning redhead that was walking toward him, backpack casually draped over her left shoulder. She was of average height, five foot four or five foot five with a round face with large brown eyes, small nose, and pouting lips. Her breasts were fairly large on her slim frame, and her legs were pale but beautifully sculpted.

“You’re Lowell Truesdale?” Priscilla Truesdale asked, stopping in front of him.

“Yes ma’am; you’re Priscilla Truesdale?” Lowell asked, sticking out his hand.

“Yes sir,” the beautiful red head smiled, putting out her small hand.

“Okay, do you have your test papers with you?” Lowell asked, stuffing his attraction to his student to the rear of his mind. “Let’s find a table and take a look at what we’re working with.”

At four fifteen, Lowell asked if they could meet again the following afternoon. Priscilla pouted; she wanted to continue with the study session.

“You’re not as lost as you think you are,” Lowell encouraged. “In fact, I bet if you re-do your homework in those first three chapters? You’ll probably get all of them right.”

“Okay, can we do that right now?” Priscilla begged, flipping back in her notebook.

“But I’ve got a baby to get home to. I’ve got to do supper, then I’ve got my own homework to do,” Lowell spoke over Priscilla’s whining and wheedling.

“You got a baby?” Priscilla asked, mouth open in surprise.

“Yes ma’am, almost nine months old,” Lowell said, smiling. “But the day care closes at five, then supper, bath time, and homework. So, tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow we should go to your place,” Priscilla suggested. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you had all that stuff to do. Dr. Jolet didn’t say nothing about…”

“That’s not a bad idea,” Lowell agreed. “You in Steubbens Dorm?”

“Yes,” Priscilla made a face. “Room four ten.”

“Ah yes, the joys of dorm life,” Lowell quipped. “So, um, three? I’ll pick you up in front of Stuebbens, okay?”

“Great, it’s a date,” Priscilla smiled, resting her hand on Lowell’s hand.

“Allure was cranky and the day care worker admitted that the child had been cranky all day. Lowell reminded the woman that Allure was still teething, and was also transitioning from straight formula to formula with rice cereal mixed in as well as solid foods. Her little tummy was still getting used to more substantial food.

Home again, Lowell prepared some food for his cat, his daughter, and finally for himself. Then bath time followed, then came the struggle of getting a fussy baby to settle down and go to sleep.

Lowell almost fell asleep at the dining room table, diligently going over his own assignments. Finally, he completed everything and dragged himself up to the bedroom.

In his shower, Lowell’s thoughts switched between images of Passion and Kitty, then Priscilla made an appearance as well, large breasts bobbling in her tight tee shirt, slim buttocks barely a swell in her shorts.

“Augh,” Lowell grunted, spraying his semen onto the shower wall.

Allure woke Lowell from a dream of Passion lying next to him, telling him she loved him. Lowell smiled sadly and told the dream he loved her too, then changed a very smelly diaper.

“God, between you and that cat, I tell you,” Lowell teased his daughter. “P! U!”

When Lowell called Vixen, she confirmed that, other than Roland and her father, who had passed away when Vixen was twelve, she knew of no other Truesdale men. Especially any that resided in Kansas.

“Why, Lowell?” Vixen lightly teased. “You got a girlfriend?”

The next afternoon Priscilla prattled on and on from the campus to Lowell’s condo, swiveling from talking to Lowell, and peering into the back seat and talking to Allure. At the condo, Priscilla looked around, nodding with approval. She helped Lowell by taking his backpack so that he could handle Allure and Allure’s diaper bag.

“Oh wow, love that painting,” Priscilla said as they entered the condo. “Oh my God! Look at that cat! Oh my God, she’s beautiful!”

“Uh, excuse me? He’s a he, not a she,” Lowell said, pretending to be offended. “Come on, dining room’s back here.”

“What’s his name?” Priscilla asked, approaching the beast.

“Excalibur,” Lowell said.

Lowell took advantage of Priscilla being distracted by Excalibur and took care of Allure’s needs. He got out her Mickey Mouse plate and Mickey Mouse spoon.

“Mm, smelly ass peas and carrots, mm, bet you’ll just love this stuff,” Lowell said, warming the food in the microwave. “And, how about chicken and rice? Yum yum.”

“Where’s her mom?” Priscilla asked, coming into the dining room.

“She uh, she died last year,” Lowell said.

“Oh!” Priscilla gasped. “Oh! You poor baby! And I bet you miss your mommy, don’t you? Don’t you? Of course you do.”

“Why don’t you get out your next test?” Lowell asked, wiping Allure’s mouth with a damp cloth. “Ready for your bottle? Hmm, young lady? Ready for your bottle?”

As Lowell fed Allure, he also helped Priscilla with her previous test. By the time he finished feeding Allure, Priscilla was beginning to anticipate the solution to the next question.

“And on this one, would you use mean, median, or mode?” Lowell asked, standing up. “Someone has a pretty full diaper here.”

After putting Allure into her playpen, Lowell quickly fixed a simple dinner of chicken and rice and green beans and carrots. He and Priscilla chatted as they ate.

Lowell told her about moving from Ten Bear Lake in Minnesota to Stepping Stone, Louisiana, of being the son of a tyrannical reverend. She expressed sympathy over his loss of his mother and offered that she had a father, knew her father, but had not actually seen her father in sixteen years.

“Yeah, I’m the third kid,” Priscilla said. “He dragged my mom to Hollywood because he was going be this big actor, then dragged us to New York, trying be a Broadway star, then decides to do some summer stock in April Springs, Kansas then some guy tells him he’d be perfect for Mexican cinema, but by this time? My mom’s got me and Rebecca; that’s my oldest sister, and Jessica, that’s my other sister, and me and she’s already pregnant with Cassandra and she tells him, go ahead and when you make it big, we’ll join you.”

“I uh, take it he hasn’t made it big,” Lowell guessed.

“Hmm? Oh, no, he did make it big,” Priscilla said. Made it big enough to afford himself a wife and five more daughters down in Venezuela. He’s a big action star in those movies. He’s kind of like their Schwarzenegger or Stallone.”

After dinner, Lowell helped Priscilla with her English 109, Elizabethan Prose. Both agreed that it was boring, and quite overwrought in structure.

Thanks,” Priscilla said and gave Lowell a soft kiss on his lips.

“Uh huh,” Lowell agreed. “Come on. Let me take you on home before it gets too late.”

“Why? What else you got to do?” Priscilla asked, resting her hand on his upper thigh.

“My own homework, got to bathe Allure, she’s going want another bottle and I promise you, she’ll fill another diaper before bedtime,” Lowell ticked off on his fingers.

“I can help do some of that; I was the best babysitter in my neighborhood,” Priscilla offered.

“Come on,” Lowell said. “But, hey, uh, tomorrow? I uh, I can get Miss Nancy to watch Allure; you want to maybe do Wedges Sandwiches and then miniature golf?”

“It’s a date,” Priscilla enthused and gave Lowell another soft kiss to his lips.

Outside of Steubbens Dormitory, her next two kisses had a little tongue in them. Then with a ‘bye, Allure, bye, be a good girl for Daddy,’ Priscilla got out of the car and strolled to the door of the large building.

“Well, she’s no Kitty, that’s for sure,” Lowell said to Allure as they backed out of the parking space. “Oh, I’m sure she’s got some crazy in her; all you women do. But still…”

On the way home, Lowell hit ‘3’ on his cell and called Nancy. Nancy agreed to watch Allure and even teased Lowell about having a date. Then Lowell made sure his assignments were completed before tiredly climbing the stairs and dropping into bed.

Over deep fried sandwiches, Lowell heard about Priscilla’s three younger brothers and her step-fathers Eddie and Rich. Over miniature golf, Lowell found out that Priscilla was a sore loser and an even sorer winner. But no matter the score, Priscilla liked kissing and agreed to kisses for every hole she won and every hole he won.

“Going make it a butt spanking for every hole I win you keep that up,” Lowell threatened as Priscilla taunted him for taking two extra strokes on hole nine.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she laughed and kissed him, giving him some tongue.

She continued her taunting and teasing as they returned the putters to the appropriate slots. On the way to his car, Priscilla clutched onto his arm and continued to give him grief over the final score.

“I’d love to see you tomorrow, spend some time with you,” Lowell said, opening her car door for her.

“Me too; what you want to do?” Priscilla enthused.

“But I’ve got some mid-terms I really need to study for, and I’m sure you do too,” Lowell said, sliding into the car and starting the engine.

“Last exam’s at one on Wednesday,” Priscilla offered.

Okay,” Lowell agreed. So, how about Benito’s Pizza then bowling?”

“Okay. Can’t wait to beat your butt at bowling,” Priscilla taunted.

“Aw, isn’t that cute?” Lowell taunted. “You just keep thinking that, Ms. Truesdale. You just keep thinking that.”

They steamed up his windows with some hot and heavy kisses; Lowell even got to handle Priscilla’s heavy breasts through blouse and bra. Then, with one final kiss, Priscilla got out and strolled to the door of Steubbens Dormitory, making sure to put a little swivel and sway in her stride.

“I am sure we did not go over any of that,” Lowell told himself as he stepped out of his Microbiology exam.

By Wednesday, Lowell’s brains were little more than gray mush inside of his skull. But he remembered, he had a date with a very sexy red head.

“And no class until Monday,” Priscilla whooped when she climbed into Lowell’s car.

“You don’t, really?” Lowell pantomimed vomiting when Priscilla insisted on getting mushrooms on their pizza.

Lowell tried not to win at bowling. He even threw a few gutter balls, but Priscilla was terrible at bowling. And she was a poor sport about losing.

“Take me to your place,” Priscilla grumbled as Lowell started the car. “Even though I’m mad at you.”

“What? I wasn’t mad at you when you spanked me at golf,” Lowell laughed.

“And golf does take actual skill,” Priscilla brightened. “Not like that stupid bowling. I mean, bowling, all you do is roll a ball, but golf?”

Nancy was polite to Priscilla when Lowell introduced the two women. Behind Priscilla’s back, though, Nancy made faces of disapproval. She smiled when Lowell flashed her a smile.

“Tell that Miss Nancy? Next time? Don’t make faces like that when I can see her in the reflection,” Priscilla said, pointing to the brass cylinder that sat next to the fireplace.

“Okay,” Lowell laughed. “Now, you want coffee or maybe some…”

“Got any wine?” Priscilla asked.

“Hmm, wine, wine, um, oh! Got this Subain’s ; think it’s a rose’ or something,” Lowell said, finding a bottle behind the other bottles. “Yeah, Subain’s Rose. That’ll work?”

“Perfect,” Priscilla agreed.

Lowell fixed himself a Jack and coke and wondered if he looked old enough to get another fifth of Jack Daniels. This one was getting pretty low. They sat on the loveseat to enjoy their drinks.

They didn’t talk, just sat in comfortable silence, lightly touching one another’s hands.

“Mm,” Priscilla finally broke the silence and leaned against Lowell.

“Mm hmm,” Lowell said and kissed Priscilla on the top of her head.

She tilted her head up and they kissed. Priscilla opened her mouth and Lowell insinuated his tongue, then sucked her tongue out of her mouth.

“Ew, can taste them mushroom,” Lowell gently teased.

“Cannot,” Priscilla smiled and kissed him again.

On such a slender frame, Priscilla’s 30D breasts looked quite large. Her cinnamon red silver dollar sized areolae and rock hard nipples did look quite large against such pale flesh. She laughed and slapped Lowell’s hand away from her ‘outie’ belly button and stood to unzip her jeans.

“Bed’s a whole lot more comfortable than this couch,” Lowell suggested.

Lowell turned on both bedside lamps; he wanted to see Priscilla’s nude flesh. Her carpet did match the drapes; Priscilla trimmed her orange curls into a tidy landing strip that could not cover her fat inner lips.

Lowell moved Priscilla’s waist length red hair aside so he could see her smooth back. Passion had enjoyed when Lowell would nibble and gently scratch her back, especially when they were in the doggy position.

Apparently, Priscilla also enjoyed having her spine treated as another erogenous zone; she moaned and shuddered as Lowell raked his fingernails along her spine, from base of her slim neck to just above her small backside. After giving her left shoulder a gentle bite, Lowell rolled Priscilla onto her back and kissed her lips.

“Condoms?” Lowell asked.

“Shit, I don’t have, don’t tell me you don’t…” Priscilla panicked.

“No, no, I’m asking if I need to wear one,” Lowell smiled and kissed her again.

“Yeah, yeah,” Priscilla giggled, relieved.

“But first,” Lowell said and kissed from Priscilla’s lips to her throat, from her throat to her tightly crinkled areolae.

“Mm, oh, yes,” Priscilla hissed as Lowell licked and suckled her nipples.

“Augh, God! Leave that alone,” Priscilla whined as Lowell sucked on her protruding belly button.

Kneeling next to Priscilla’s head, Lowell hissed his way to Priscilla’s pubic mound. She had a strong, musky scent that went from Lowell’s nostrils straight to his hard cock. His cock throbbed as Lowell breathed deeply of Priscilla’s aroma.

“Mm, oh, augh yes,” Priscilla hissed as Lowell’s tongue lapped insistently at her wet lips.

Priscilla’s hand wrapped around Lowell’s manhood. She stroked Lowell’s dangling cock and lightly raked her fingernails over his hanging balls. Then she fed his manhood into her hot sucking mouth.

Lowell and Priscilla twisted into a side by side sixty nine position. Lowell had to bend his neck slightly; Priscilla was a few inches shorter than himself.

Priscilla was quick to achieve orgasm. She wined and moaned and shuddered as Lowell sucked her clitoris and thrust two fingers deep into her wet pussy.

“I’m, I’m about to…” Lowell warned as Priscilla began to hunch her pussy against his face, close to another orgasm.

Priscilla sucked forcefully and Lowell groaned and began to pump his semen into her mouth. He licked and sucked Priscilla to a third orgasm before Priscilla finally demanded that he put a condom on.

Lowell found Kitty’s abandoned condoms on top of his unopened box of condoms and rolled one on. He knelt between Priscilla’s legs and lined up his cock with her pussy.

“Augh! Yes,” Priscilla moaned out when Lowell drove himself into her in one smooth, steady thrust.

Lowell put her feet on his shoulders and began a slow, steady in and out. Priscilla’s wet pussy gripped Lowell tightly as he thrust into her.

“Augh, oh God,” Priscilla cried out in orgasm.

Lowell leaned forward, forcing Priscilla’s sleek legs back against her form. He started to hammer in and out of her snug pussy with smooth strokes.

“Shit, God yes,” Priscilla cried out in orgasm.

“Aw, shit, shit, shit,” Lowell cried out and pumped his load into Priscilla’s pussy.

“Damn, Lowell, you, I, damn!” Priscilla wheezed out.

“Uh huh,” Lowell agreed, gripping the base of the condom with his hand before easing himself out of Priscilla’s snug pussy.

A baby’s crying roused Priscilla from a deep slumber. She smiled as she watched Lowell take care of the baby.

“Mm,” Priscilla cooed, snuggling up against Lowell when he returned to bed.

In the morning, after Allure finished sucking greedily on a bottle of formula a rice cereal, Lowell rolled on another of Kitty’s discarded condoms and did his best to push Priscilla through his mattress. He didn’t succeed in pushing her through the mattress, but both enjoyed the effort.

After lunch, Priscilla and Lowell took Allure across the street for fresh air and sunshine. When the child fell asleep in her stroller, they returned to the condominium, put Allure in her crib, then tried out the cowgirl position. Lowell enjoyed the position because it gave him easy access to Priscilla’s pretty titties. Priscilla liked the position because it gave her freedom of movement, and allowed her to set their tempo.

“Hmm, okay, there’s two more of those, and there’s twelve in the box?” Priscilla asked, glancing into the nightstand drawer.

“What are you doing?” Lowell asked, lightly slapping her on her tight backside.

“Making sure we got enough condoms,” Priscilla stated. “Remember? We got a whole weekend.”

On Saturday, Lowell and Allure drove Priscilla to the dorm so she could pick up her dirty clothes. While one batch of clothes were in the washing machine and one set was in the dryer, they again took Allure for a stroll around the park.

“By the way, I asked Miss Vixen; she’s Allure’s grandmother, I asked her if we had any family in Kansas,” Lowell said as they stepped aside to let a jogger pass. “She doesn’t know any Truesdales in Kansas. What’s your dad’s name?”

“Daniel,” Priscilla said as they resumed their walk. “Daniel Postino but in Venezuela they call him Danny Poe.”

“And you’re Priscilla Truesdale?” Lowell asked.

“Uh huh, my mom and dad never married,” Priscilla said and danced ahead to look at some flowers along the walk.

“What’s your mother’s name?” Lowell asked, already having a suspicion what the answer would be.

“Lizzy,” Priscilla said. “You?”

“Me what? My dad’s name is Roland and my mom’s name was Trudy; she was my dad’s second wife,” Lowell said.

“Trudy. And you said your dad was Roland?” Priscilla asked, pointing out that they had made a full loop.

“Mm hmm,” Lowell agreed and they crossed the street.

“Hey, Vixen, y’all ever call your sister ‘Lizzy,'” Lowell asked as Priscilla dumped more clothes into the washing machine.

“Yeah; we only called her Elizabeth when we were mad at her,” Vixen said.

“Okay, my mom says she doesn’t have any family,” Priscilla announced, looking at her cell phone.

“Then ask her how I have your Aunt Victoria on the phone,” Lowell said, silently cursing his family’s silly streak of resolute stubbornness.

“I, that’s one of Lizzy’s kids?” Vixen asked, becoming excited.

“Hello?” Priscilla asked, taking the offered cell phone from Lowell’s hand.

Lowell left Priscilla in the living room. He stepped into the kitchen and fixed himself a Jack and Coke; half-listening to Priscilla’s squeals and giggles and chattering.

“Well, we, we’re cousins,” Priscilla said as Lowell stoically prepared Allure’s dinner.

“Mm hmm,” Lowell agreed.

“Good thing we been using them condoms, huh?” Priscilla giggled, squeezing Lowell in a tight embrace.

“Mm hmm,” Lowell agreed and kissed her.

“You know, I won’t tell anyone if you don’t,” Priscilla coyly offered.

“Mum’s the word,” Lowell smiled and put Allure into her high chair. “You ready for dinner? Huh, you ready for dinner? Yum yum dinner?”

Sunday morning, they brought Priscilla’s clean clothes to her dorm. While there, she picked up her text books.

“Okay, my first class is at eight,” Priscilla said as Lowell backed out of the parking space.

“Mine too,” Lowell agreed.

“And there’s only three condoms left; think we need to get some more?” Priscilla said.

“I’ll get some for next time,” Lowell laughed.

Monday morning, Priscilla rolled the last condom onto Lowell’s morning erection and rode him to three orgasms before he filled the condom. Then, in the shower, she sucked him to climax then pushed him aside so she could wash her long hair.

“Thank God for school,” Lowell thought as he dropped Priscilla off in front of Udelle Hall. “I need a break from that girl, I swear.”

‘Miss me?’ Priscilla texted Lowell on Wednesday afternoon as he and Allure slowly made their way around the small park.

“You haven’t been gone long enough for me to miss you yet,” Lowell thought but knew the answer Priscilla was fishing for.

“Yes, but got ton of homework,’ Lowell responded.

“Got condoms?’ Priscilla asked.

‘Not the weekend yet,’ Lowell responded and whipped his head around as he spotted a mane of blonde hair and a sweetly rounded backside jogging the trail.

The phone buzzed in his pocket, letting him know Priscilla had responded. Lowell swiveled around, trying to get a better look at the jogger as she rounded the far turn.

“Damn it,” Lowell sighed; the jogger was not Kitty.

‘Want to see why Wednesday is hump day?’ Priscilla’s text offered.

“You know, Priscilla, I’m taking second and third year courses here,” Lowell said out loud as he and Allure entered their condo. “Means I got a butt load of homework to do.”

“Hey!” Priscilla happily answered her phone.

“Hey, cousin,” Lowell said.

“Ooh, don’t call me that,” Priscilla squealed. “Remember? Mum’s the word?”

“Anyway, yeah, would love to see why they call Wednesday hump day, but Baby, I got homework on top of homework. Yeah, I want to see you too, but please? Let’s just wait until the weekend, okay?”

“You’re no fun,” Priscilla pouted.

“Yeah, Miss Nancy says same thing,” Lowell agreed.

“What? And how would she know?” Priscilla squealed.

“Love you,” Priscilla said as they ended their thirty five minute call.

“Mm hmm,” Lowell agreed, but did not say ‘love you’ to Priscilla.

“Hey, we do it up the butt, we need condoms for that?” Priscilla asked as she got into Lowell’s car on Friday afternoon.

“I don’t know,” Lowell said, cock jerking to full erection as he thought of jamming his cock into Priscilla’s tight ass.

“Where’s Allure?” Priscilla asked, looking into the empty back seat.

“Miss Nancy’s watching her,” Lowell said.

After their date, Priscilla insisted on returning to Lowell’s condo, rather than back to her dorm. Lowell agreed readily enough; her kisses and touches and vulgar words had him pretty worked up. Her promises of anal sex was especially titillating; Lowell had fantasized about anal sex ever since reading about the illicit sex act in one of his friend’s Parasols magazine.

“Hi Miss Nancy, bye Miss Nancy,” Priscilla called out, running up the stairs to Lowell’s bedroom.

“Hi, bye,” Nancy agreed and gave Lowell a disapproving look before leaving the condo.

“Okay, man, this is a huge jar, you do up the butt a lot?” Priscilla announced when Lowell and Allure entered the bedroom.

“Priscilla, every parent of a baby knows to have a jar of Vaseline handy,” Lowell smiled, looking at the nude girl’s delectable body.

“Okay, go slow; I’ve never done this before,” Priscilla demanded as she got on all fours on his bed, presenting her small backside to him.

“Okay, reach back here and spread them beautiful cheeks for me,” Lowell said after removing his clothes.

His cock jerked and dripped his excitement as he watched Priscilla’s small hands grip her buttocks. When she pulled them apart, her light brown anus winked at him.

“Um, oh, that, that feels um,” Priscilla moaned as Lowell jammed a greased finger into her tight anus.

“Uh huh,” Lowell agreed, watching his finger dip in and out of her snug ring of flesh.

“Oh! Oh yes,” Priscilla wheezed out as Lowell pushed a second finger into her grasping hole.

“This is all right?” Lowell asked as he corkscrewed his two fingers inside of her hot opening.

“Uh huh, yeah,” Priscilla panted, thrusting herself back to meet his forward thrusts.

“Augh, oh God,” Priscilla cried out as Lowell’s cock slowly pushed into her willing rectum.

Lowell fought hard against the impending crisis. Her greasy anus was strangling and squeezing and throbbing around his cock. He could feel her slick walls constricting around his cock as he pushed into her. He could feel her muscles protesting, trying to force him out of her bowels.

“Oh fucking yes!” Priscilla screamed and Lowell felt his upper thighs suddenly become wet.

“Did she, she didn’t piss. DID SHE?” Lowell wondered as warm liquid dribbled down his hairy thighs.

Oh my God, oh God, stop! Stop! I can’t, I can’t fucking breathe!” Priscilla cried out in alarm.

Lowell froze, alarmed as Priscilla shook violently. He began to pull himself from her snug rectum.

“Stop! Oh please, Lowell, just stop,” Priscilla sobbed out. “Don’t move. Just don’t move.”

A moment later, Priscilla let out a shuddering breath. She weakly looked over her shoulder at Lowell.

“Okay, but slow, okay?” she said. “God! I, I’ve never come like that, I swear!”

“That, that was an orgasm? God, thought you were having a seizure,” Lowell wondered but did slowly push himself into her backdoor.

A second orgasm caused Priscilla’s rectal muscles to clamp down tightly around Lowell’s cock. He bellowed out loud as he forcefully spent into her bowels. The sensation of his warm semen spurting into her caused a third orgasm to erupt from Priscilla.

“God, that is, that is just so intense,” Priscilla babbled as Lowell pulled his slimy cock from her struggling rectum.

“Yeah it is,” Lowell agreed, weakly clambering from the bed.

“Oh, baby, you, you’re the best,” Priscilla moaned as Lowell sponged her sore anus with a warm washcloth.

“We’re doing that again,” Priscilla informed Lowell when he again joined her on the rumpled bed.

“Yeah? Looks like you kind of sort of liked it,” Lowell chuckled and wrapped his arms around her.

Priscilla lay her head on his chest and kissed his sweaty pectoral. She drew a heart on his other pectoral then wrote something inside of the heart. Lowell assumed this was their initials.

“Love you,” Priscilla mumbled.

“Mm hmm,” Lowell agreed, drifting off to sleep.

“Oh, my mom says she don’t care if we see each other,” Priscilla suddenly announced. “She says, since as far as she’s concerned she doesn’t have any family? We can’t be related.”

“Priscilla, we know better than that,” Lowell said.

“You asked your dad if Lizzy’s his sister?” Priscilla asked.

“Go to sleep,” Lowell smiled and kissed the top of her head.

“Finals are right around the corner,” Priscilla reminded Lowell.

“Mm hmm, know that,” Lowell said.

“What you doing for the summer break?” Priscilla pressed.

“Taking nine hours,” Lowell said. “Might have noticed; I got a baby. Babies need Daddy to get out there and make some money.”

“What if Mommy stayed home and took care of Baby?” Priscila asked.

“Then Daddy would really need to get out there and make some money,” Lowell said.

In the days and weeks that followed, Lowell started to question the wisdom of dating Priscilla Truesdale. She tried to ingratiate herself to Allure, feeding the child, bathing the child, even changing diapers. She also tried to ingratiate herself to Lowell; his balls had never been so empty.

‘We need to talk,’ Priscilla texted.

“Yeah, we do,” Lowell agreed, setting aside his World Economics textbook.

“I don’t, I mean, shit, we used condoms,” Priscilla babbled when she got into Lowell’s car.

(Neither Priscilla nor Lowell knew that Kitty’s abandoned condoms had been sabotaged by a jealous, vindictive Cindy Shiles, Kitty’s roommate.)

“Oh well, at least this time it’s just a cousin, instead of your sister,” Vixen quipped when Lowell told her of their situation.

Lowell wondered why, out of the four to five thousand females on the campus of Myndee University, he’d managed to find not one, but two women he was blood relation to in order to have a loving relationship with. On top of being intimate with these blood relations; he’d managed to impregnate both women.

“What are the fucking odds?” Lowell wondered, already trying to plot the statistical information in his head.

“Hey, Allure needs a baby brother or sister to play with,” Priscilla said.

Lowell looked at Priscilla’s pale face, even more pale than usual. Her worried eyes searched his eyes, searching for his approval. Finally Lowell gave Priscilla a reassuring smile and nod.

“Yeah, she does,” Lowell agreed.

“So, when I go home, you come with me?” Priscilla begged.

“Absolutely,” Lowell agreed. ” “We’ll go the morning after Finals are over and done with. That gives us almost two weeks before the summer semester starts up.”

“And since your Momma sounds just like my Dad? Gee, I am SO looking forward to this,” Lowell grimaced to himself.

To Priscilla, Lowell asked, “Our children, promise me, even if they really mess up, promise me we’ll never take our love away from them. We’ll never turn our back on them. Promise me, Priscilla. Promise me.”

THE END

**Author’s Note: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment. I thank you sincerely for reading my stories.

I especially thank those that take the time to leave comments, good and bad. I also thank those that take the time to rate my stories, those that ‘Favorite’ my words.

Lilah Quentin Truesdale is a character first introduced in the ‘Never That Bold’ series.

John Paul Thompson, the high school principal, is a character first mentioned in Vodka: Peppermint And Chocolate in the Transgender/Crossdressers category.

The Reverend Roland Truesdale is a character first mentioned in ‘Yummy Things’ in the Incest/Taboo category. He has sporadic appearances in other stories centered in the Stepping Stone and Turning Point area of Louisiana, such as the ‘Quest For Normal’ series in the First Time category. The ‘Quest For Normal’ series also introduces the Double-J Diner.

The Atwell School of Divinity, where the Reverend Truesdale obtained his degree, and had hoped to send Lowell is first introduced in the ‘Just A Nice Boy’ series in the Incest/Taboo category. Its origins are more fully fleshed out in the ‘School Of Divinity’ tale in the Romance category.

Kyle and Kylie, Lowell’s older brother and sister are introduced in ‘Yummy Things’ in the Incest/Taboo category.

Vixen Trueblue’s place of employment, Falgout Film Studios, as well as Donald and Marie Fatheree were introduced in the ‘In The Old Days of VCRs’ series in the Incest/Taboo category.