The Stolen Dozen

The Stolen Dozen

A Novel

Dear friends and reader: Yes, I’m still aboveground, although only She knows why. I am no longer giving to society, all I’m doing is taking from it, and it annoys me. This next story is not, not my usual fare. It is taken from the news and back dated to protect the guilty from the innocent and vice versa. Areas of the country have been moved around, but if you have listened to the news, and have been as disgusted as I have been, you can put two and two together and come out with the appropriate answers. Murder is murder and nothing less. Rape is rape and definitely not illegal touching of a minor. This is a work of fiction, please remember that although much of it is gleaned from the world around us, in this country and the supposed other countries like us. May She help us all!

Chapter 1 — IN THE BEGINNING

We met for the first time in 1957, when we both moved into the ‘projects’ on White Plains Rd., in the Bronx, New York as nine-year-olds. We lived on the 12th floor of the same building, and became fast friends. We walked to the same Catholic school every day, and we were in the same fourth grade class. Times were lean for both our families, but we never failed to eat or have food on the table each night. After school, she played with the girls and I played with the boys. However, as we grew older, we were always together, until high school, and that is when our first trauma hit. She went to an all-girls Catholic high school and I went to an all-boys Catholic high school. For the next four years our only contact was on the weekends, and I made sure to make each moment count, because I was not going to allow her to get away from me. I was in love, and I knew it. When I was a senior in high school, I purchased a small birthstone ring for her, with money I saved from my Christmas and birthday gifts. We were both born in September, and it was red like a Ruby.

During our Christmas break, in the middle of the light snow flurries, I stood before her and in a broken voice I said, “Carolyn, I know you know I have loved you since the day we met. You have made me the happiest man on the face of this earth, and I never want you to leave me. Will you please do me the honor and privilege of marrying me?”

Her face went white. She was already a porcelain doll because of her Scandinavian ancestry, but every ounce of her blood in her body drained to her feet. She never saw anything like this coming out of my mouth at this time, especially because of our ages. Her face was a picture frozen in time.

I tapped her chin and asked, “Carolyn, Carolyn say something please. Say no. Say yes. Say Bob, you are out of your mind, but say something please.”

Finally, she spoke. “How about, Robert, I love you too, but you are out of your fucking mind. My father will kill both of us before he gives us permission to marry.”

“Was that a no, yes, or maybe?”

“It all depends on if we are alive after we talked to him.”

“I won’t talk to him until you answer me, I’m not that stupid.”

“Robert, you are a pain in my behind. How’s this for an answer.”

She stood on her tiptoes, grabbed my ears and pulled me down for a long-determined kiss.

“I want to hear the words from your lips, Carolyn.”

“Yes Robert, I will marry you, you pain in the ass.”

“Carolyn, you cursed. You have to go to confession Saturday.”

“My mother will drag me there anyhow, just for kissing you.”

“You better marry me, if you can’t tell her, I’m am not such a bad influence on you.”

“You know my father is going to ask you if I’m pregnant.”

“Well, we both know the answer to that one, don’t we?”

“Unless you can get me pregnant by kissing me, we sure do.”

“I checked my biology book, and even amphibians can’t get pregnant by kissing.”

“Make sure to make that point to my dad when he’s finished asking.”

“Let’s go, there’s no sense putting off the inevitable. There are two sets of parents that are going to love getting a piece of us.”

Building 2 Apartment 12 G

“Hi mom, where is dad?”

“He’s in the living room doing push-ups.”

“We’ll come back another time.”

A loud baritone voice yelled, “Get in here this minute, Missy!”

“Yes dad, I’m coming.”

“I know he’s there, bring him with you.”

“His name is Robert, dad, can’t you remember that name?”

“Don’t you dare get snippy with me young woman.”

He waited for us, wearing shorts and a white T-shirt, that was plastered to his chest with sweat. Standing 6’3″ tall, weighing 210 pounds, without an ounce of fat on him, and he hadn’t lost any of the muscle he had when he left the Marine corp. as a captain. The only thing that changed was the amount of hair on his head, and not by much.

His wife stood to the right and behind him by 2 feet, like an adjutant. He said, “I can tell you two are up to no good. Spit it out and don’t beat around the bush.”

I stand at 6’1″ tall and 178 pounds of high school boy. I am no match for this mountain of a man, but I did not back down. I did what he said and I spit it out straight forward.

“Carolyn and I are getting married in September, when we are both 18 years old. We can do it, with or without your permission, but we would rather get it, sir. It is very important to Carolyn, but I don’t give a shit, because I love her so much. I have been in love with her since the day I met her eight years ago and it has only grown since then. I believe you and your wife have known that because of the way you’ve seen me treat her and grown up around her. She is the only girl I have ever dated, and the only woman I will ever love.”

He nearly breathed fire at me. “You want to take my baby girl out of my home, away from my protection to live with you? Are you out of your mind? It will never happen while I have breath in my lungs. She stays with me and my wife. You have no chance in this life to have her. Is that understood young man?”

“Sir, on the day Carolyn turns 18 years old, a police officer will serve you with a warrant ordering you to release Carolyn from these premises. I have checked the law, because on that date she becomes a free person, and is no longer under your control. When I graduate in May, I have a job lined up that will pay me a living wage. I will be saving my money and in September I will have an apartment for Carolyn and I to live in, with furniture and all the appliances we need. If you are not careful, you will not know the address of that apartment, and you’ll never see your daughter again.”

Systene, Carolyn’s mother, smacked her husband on the shoulder, and shouted, “You will say yes, and you will say it now. I will not lose my daughter.”

Robert Riefsynder stood ramrod straight, looked at his wife and then looked evilly at me and said, “Not one day before her 18th birthday, and she better not be pregnant before you to get married. If she is, she will never be pregnant, by you, again.”

“Your message is received loud and clear, sir. On my honor, sir, Carolyn will not be pregnant before our wedding day. We are both saving ourselves for that day.”

With the hostilities over, Carolyn and her mother hugged and cried on each other’s shoulders. I did not dare extend my hand to her father for fear of what he might do to it. I did say, “Sir, I now have to walk down the hall to talk to my dad, would you care to accompany Carolyn and I to see how he reacts to this news?”

“Now why would I deprive you two of the joy of going through this process one more time. You’ve gone through the Marine, going through the Navy should be a piece of cake.”

“Sir, considering how my father talks about Marines, I sincerely doubt that is true.”

“Oh really, one day I’m going to have to discuss that with him, on a one to one basis.”

“If you would, sir, make sure both families are in other states, because they would be safer there.”

Carolyn smacked me. “Robert, you are stirring up trouble between our fathers.”

I smiled at her. “I am, aren’t I.”

She smacked me again, and then again. Then she smiled as we walked down the hall, turned left and went to apartment 12 A to see my parents.

My mom opened the door, looked at us and said, “Oh Crap, she’s pregnant!”

Carolyn smacked me again. I was getting tired of getting hit by the woman I loved.

“Why is that the first thing parents always think about their children.”

“I think it’s because they are all thinking like sexual deviants,” I replied.

My mom shouted, “I am not a sexual deviant.”

“What are you two doing here?”

“First of all, mother, I live here. Second, I came to talk to you and my father about something of importance. Do you mind if we come in?”

“Of course not, come in. Hello Carolyn.”

Carolyn probably shocked her when she said, “Hello mom.”

We walked into the living room, where my father was seated in his chair reading the paper. He looked up and asked, “What’s up kid?”

I did it the same way I did with Carolyn’s dad. There was no sense doing it any other way.

“Carolyn and I are getting married in September, after our birthdays when we are 18 years old. I have spoken to her father and mother and they have said okay. I have a job lined up that will pay me a living wage after I get out of school. I will save my money to rent an apartment and buy what we need to live there. Carolyn will do the same. We would like your blessing but it is not required. No, Carolyn is not pregnant, before you ask. You people are unbelievable. I don’t know what went on in your day and age, but we have more restraint than that. We are saving ourselves for after the wedding. Do you have any questions?”

“Where are you going on your honeymoon?”

“Considering our money situation, we weren’t planning on one.”

“You have five uncles, and they own a cabin in the Poconos which you can use free of charge. All you will need is food and probably some firewood for the wood stove while you’re up there. It is a few hundred yards away from a lake and it is very beautiful up there. I will make the arrangements for you both with them.”

To say I was stunned at this largess would be putting it mildly, because he never even mentioned this cabin to me, during all the years we lived in the Bronx. I didn’t know if it was something new or if he was never invited along, because he was not part owner. Carolyn and I thanked him for the offer. There was only one other thing we needed, a car to get to the Poconos. I knew I wasn’t going to be in a position to buy one, but I guess my dad was going to do something about it before the time came.

School resumed in January, and Carolyn and I hated every day of it, because we were away from one another. It got to the point that Carolyn’s mom a taped a sign on their front door that said, “NO ROBERT’S UNDER 18 ALLOWED BETWEEN MONDAY AND THURSDAY.”

Our neighbors laughed their asses off, however I didn’t, because I missed her every day.

Once Friday evening came, you could fit a piece of paper between us. We would walk to the Bronx zoo, walk along the Bronx River, walk everywhere, and it was freezing outside most of the time, but we didn’t care, because we kept each other warm. The amazing thing is we didn’t make grandiose plans, because we knew better. We knew what the times were like. The minimum wage was a $1.60 an hour and you had to be lucky to earn that amount.

All the kids at school knew we were getting married, and told us we were nuts for doing it so young. We had not lived yet, we had not seen anything yet, we had not gone anywhere yet, we had not done anything yet, we had not gone out with anyone else yet. How could we possibly know we wanted to spend our lives with one another without knowing any of the other variables.

Each of us told our friends we just knew what we wanted in our hearts and we weren’t going to change our minds for them.

They finally let us be happy for each other.

Finally, Easter came in April, and the count down to the end of the school year started. On May 7, Father Philip announce the schedule for finals. I looked at it in horror. I would have my chemistry and calculus finals on the same day and it would be the last day of testing; wasn’t I lucky?

Monday

American history — English 401 — French 401.

Tuesday

Social Science 326 — English Literature 401

Wednesday

American Government 407 — Athletic Training (Gym)

Thursday

Chemistry 403 — Calculus 502

A typical rigorous Catholic High School education.

Carolyn’s finals were similar but she took Latin as a language, because her parents were preparing her to be a nun. She knew this, but she did not go along with that program.

Students were off Friday, for a teacher workday, and reported back on Monday to receive their report cards and requirements for graduation.

Robert missed the honor roll, because of his French grade, which was 78%. He didn’t plan on speaking French, so he was not too disappointed.

Carolyn made the honor roll and missed being valedictorian by three points.

Robert went to work as planned after graduation. He worked 8 1/2 hours every day. He was such an eager and productive employee that he was moved from position to position rapidly, learning new and harder skills quickly. With each of these skills came a small increase in pay, which he thanked his employer for each time. Then came his biggest test and before he was moved, he was asked if he was ready for it.

He said to his employer, “The only way I will find out if I am ready is if I fail, and if I do, I will learn how to do it and I will pass, and make you proud.”

During the first week of September Robert was given a totally disassembled transmission of a Plymouth Fury 3 and told to assemble it, without an instruction manual. He did it in 3 1/2 days, and it worked flawlessly. His trainer, manager, and employer were thrilled with his work, and he was promoted again, with a nice raise. He was now making $2.04 an hour at the Plymouth dealership.

Carolyn found work as a secretary at a hospital, where the pay scale was considerably lower. She was making a $1.37 an hour, but she did not spend one penny of it.

As the day of their wedding approached the couple got together with their parents to allocate the money for the upcoming expenditures. Tony and Lenore were sitting with Robert and Sistine in their apartment as Robert and Carolyn came in. They sat down at the kitchen table. Carolyn sat by her mother, and pulled out the list they made, down to the last penny, from her hand bag.

Sistine grabbed it from her, tore it up, and threw it away.

Carolyn screamed, “MOM!”

Sistine replied, “My daughter expects to pay for her own wedding? Her father would have fallen down 12 floors, without the use of an elevator, before that would have happened.”

Carolyn looked forlornly at her father and asked, “Really dad?”

“If I ever wanted to have sex again, yes, I’m paying for your entire wedding.”

Carolyn asked, with a stunned look on her face, “Is sex really that important?”

The three men in the room immediately shouted, “YES!”

Carolyn turned and hit me. “How would you know?”

“My love, I read a lot.”

My father patted me on my shoulder and said, “Good answer.”

Carolyn said, “That better be all.”

I pulled my future wife to me and said to her, “I spend every second I can with you, so you know it’s true. Stop being jealous.” Then I kissed her.

She said okay, turned to her mother and asked, “What happens now, mom?”

“Your wedding will take place in church, on September 17th at 11 AM. We have rented Central Hall, for the afternoon, between 12 and 5 PM. The caterer will provide the food for the affair. They will set up the chairs and tables before everyone arrives. There will be between 60 and 80 people there, mostly family, but some of your high school friends will attend also. You have to tell us who your maid of honor, and your best man will be. We will get you a dress and Robert will wear a new black suit. We’ve asked Father Pat to say the mass, and he has agreed, since he baptized both of you. No, he did not ask that question.”

Carolyn sighed, “Thank goodness someone has common sense.”

After the wedding, we will go to the hall and have your party. Your gifts will be put into a white cloth bag, which we will keep for you, unopened, until you get home from the Poconos.

Robert, your uncles have arranged to have the cabin fully stocked with everything you will need for the two weeks you will be there. We know you only anticipated being there for one week, but we wanted you two to have a longer time alone together. We arranged with your bosses to give you the extra week off. You will have a car to drive, from here to the Poconos, and return, with directions and maps to get you there safely. The cabin is located in a state park, so you will have to check in when you arrive. It is the beginning of hunting season, so if you hear guns going off don’t panic, just be careful. If you decide to go out for a nature walk in the woods, wear bright colors so you can be seen. Your uncles have requested one thing from you, “Please don’t burn down the cabin!” Instead of using candles for mood lighting, use the hurricane lamps and the fireplace. Are there any questions?”

Robert asked, “Is dinner ready?”

He ducked his head as he got hit again, and again, and again, but this time by three different women.

His father said, “Son, it may be a man’s world, but we wind up walking around with all the bruises, because our women hit hard.”

“I know dad, Carolyn hits very hard, and I am not married yet.”

“How can that little slip of a girl hit hard, Robert? She can’t way 100 pounds.”

“In that case dad, it’s all in her left arm, because she is as strong as an ox.”

“Have you ever thought about staying on her right side?”

“Yes, I have, but she kicks too.”

“Son, you are in trouble.”

“Did grandpa tell you the same thing before you married mom?”

“I can’t tell you all the things he warned me about before I married your mother. Her mouth was one thing, but the others would make you as bald as I am.”

My mother yelled out, “There is an Arctic front moving into my bedroom.”

My father replied, “What, another one?”

Mom screamed, “Anthony!”

“Dad according to everything I’ve read, and everything I’ve learned in school so far, regardless of what we men do, we are never going to win, ever. If we hit them, they cry and we can’t stand it, so we stop hitting them, and buy them whatever they want. So, they stop crying and they win. If you want a green car, and she wants a blue car, guess what color car you are going to buy? You’re going to buy the blue car or for the next five or six years, you’re going to have a very unhappy wife. Dad, an unhappy wife equals an unhappy life, and you don’t want an unhappy life so you are going to buy a blue car. My boss told me so. It’s a fact of life, so he keeps more blue cars in stock then green cars, because women like blue better than green.”

“Robert, I don’t like you. I think you just ruined the rest of my life because of what you just told me.”

Lenore yelled from the kitchen, “No he didn’t, Anthony, he just smacked you upside the head and cleared the cobwebs out of your brain. Now you know everything I’ve been doing to you for the last 23 years of our marriage. While you thought you were driving the car, I was steering it.”

Anthony yelled, “I don’t like you either, Lenore.”

“I know, you love me, and you can’t live without me. You can’t find your socks, you don’t know where your shorts are, and God forbid you try to find an aspirin in the morning.”
Robert Riefsnyder said, “Tony give it up, or both you and I will wind up going down 12 floors, without the use of an elevator.”

“How many more weeks until we get rid of them?”

“Just two more weeks, but you have to admit, they are two great kids.”

“Did you have to rub it in?”

“Why not, I never had a boy, and I would not have minded having your son as my own. He is respectful, smart, diligent, appropriate, and upright, what more could you possibly expect from a 17-year-old boy?”

“12 more points on his French exam so he would have graduated with honors. Would that be too much to ask for.”

“I never had much use for the French anyhow. I spent too much time in Indochina cleaning up their mess, and it’s still a mess.”

“Isn’t that the truth. Let’s get the kids married off, and safely on their way to a happy life, before some other madman raises his ugly head.”

“Amen to that, Navy!”

On Saturday, September 17, Carolyn Riefsynder and Robert Graziano were married in church before their relatives and friends. She was resplendent in her white gown as she stood beside her father coming down the aisle, looking through her veil at Robert and Paul, his best man, standing by the rail, waiting for her.

Robert Riefsynder lifted his daughters veil, kissed her gently on the lips, smiled at her and turned towards me. He said gently, “If you hurt one hair on her head, you will know pain for the rest of your days.”

I replied, as I smiled at him, “In that case, dad, I have nothing to worry about.”

He nodded his head, handed me Carolyn’s hand, and we walked up the three steps to stand on the altar, where Father Pat waited for us to say the mass, and to present our vows. Over the next 40 minutes we went from two separate individuals to one married entity for the rest of our lives. Both of us were flying on air. We didn’t need a party, we had each other, finally!

The party went off without a hitch. We met relatives that we only see at weddings and funerals, this one being the happy kind. Music was being played over a stereo, and people were dancing in the open spaces. The wedding cake was delicious, but the food itself was suspect. Both our mom’s serve better meals.

Carolyn and I walked around the entire area greeting everyone and receiving gifts, which were put into the white bag she was carrying. By the end of our trip around the room the bag was bulging with envelopes, which she gave to her father for safekeeping. We never thought about it again.

By 3:30 PM, we wanted out of there. Carolyn wanted out of her dress, I wanted out of my suit, and we wanted to be on our way to the Poconos. By 4:15 PM our wishes were granted. There was a dressing room, where Carolyn changed into slacks, a blouse, and a jacket, while I changed into Levi’s, a shirt, and a jacket. We would both lose the jackets once we got into the car, but we were headed to the mountains and we would need them once we arrived.

We said our goodbyes to everyone, they cheered, and we walked out the front door. Standing there was a Blue, 1971 Plymouth Fury 2, 8 cylinder, automatic, that looked like it had just come out of the showroom. I looked at my father, and he shook his head, “NO, it’s not yours. I rented it for the next two weeks so please don’t hurt it.”

“I’ll do my best, dad.”

Our bags were in the trunk, the tank was full of gas, I put the key in the ignition, and started the car. The engine roared to life, we waved goodbye and we were on their way.

Immediately my new wife asked, “Do you know where you’re going?”

“Yes, my love, Tobyhanna, Pennsylvania, a little more than 130 miles from here on Interstate 80.”

“Will we get there before dark?”

“Probably not, but it will be close. We should be there in less than two hours, depending on traffic.”

“How fast are you going to be going?”

“I am not going to be driving recklessly, Carolyn. I’m going to be staying behind trucks and following them all the way to our destination. Do you have any other questions for me?”

“Yes, what am I supposed to do for the next two hours?”

“Why don’t you put your head back and take a nap. You’ve had a very big day today, after all, you did get married.”

“Yes, I did, to the same jerk that’s been after me for eight years.”

“You’re wrong, he’s been after you since the day you were born.”

“Robert, you are terrible.”

“No, just truthful. You don’t realize how much I love you, but I will show you how much for the rest of my life.”

“Don’t you dare make me cry on my wedding day. My father will kill you.”

“Somehow, I don’t think he would kill me for that. Just remember that you have three virginity’s, and in the next two weeks I anticipate taking them all.”

“Pervert.”

“We have discussed this over the last six months, and that is the first time you’ve called me a pervert. We will see how you react while we are in bed.”

“Just remember, I kick, I bite, and I punch.”

“I wonder if my uncles have rope at the cabin?”

“Why?”

“I was wondering what you would look like trussed up like a turkey?”

“Robert, do you want to make it to your 19th birthday?”

“There is no sense living unless life is an adventure, Carolyn, that’s one of the reasons I married you. I knew that you would steer my life on a course away from boredom and into a revelant future.”

“Robert, between the two of us, we have never taken a step off the beaten track. We have gone to school and followed every edict. Then we went to work and followed every rule. Now is our time to grow and blossom into something new and better. I don’t want to get pregnant, yet, if that’s okay with you. We are very young, and we have a lot of living to do. We can put that off for a long time, and play the other games you want to play. They are okay with me, because they serve my purpose also. I don’t want a big family. Two children is more than enough for me. I’m not that big, and I don’t know if my body could take having three or four children. We can practice all you want, but let’s not procreate.”

“The church is not going to be happy with you, but I am going to be very happy with my wife. She is the apple of my eye, and the love of my life. Now go to sleep, and let me drive. I’ll wake you in an 11/2 hours as we approach the state park.”

“You’re just trying to get rid of me.”

“I knew you were smarter than I am.”

“Robert, if you weren’t driving, I would hit you hard.”

“You can save it for later on, when we get out of the car. I will still be here, and I will still love you just the same. Remember, as soon as we get to the cabin, you have to start preparing dinner.”

“Why can’t we buy a pizza on the way to the cabin, instead?”

“A pizza, on my wedding night? What kind of a meal would that be?”

“One that would get you closer to your bride later that evening.”

“My bride would always be there in the morning anyhow. I am in no hurry, and she will be there forevermore.”

“Robert, you are a pain in my ass.”

“Yes, there too.”

“OUCH! Not while I’m driving, please!”

“That wasn’t funny.”

“Just factual, my dear.”

Chapter 2 — THE HONEYMOON

16 miles from Tobyhanna State Park, I decided it was time to wake Carolyn up. I did it in a most un-gentlemanly way, and as usual, I got smacked for it.

“Young woman, I’m going to find rope, strip you naked, tie your hands behind you for the next two weeks, and have my way with you.”

I hate when she looks at me like that, because there is evil behind those eyes.

“Have fun Robert, but one day you will release me and we will return to the Bronx, where I will speak to my father about these two weeks, and we will see which one of us laughs more. I seem to remember him saying to you, at our wedding, about harming one hair on my head, and what would happen to you afterwards. I wonder if I could sell tickets to my friends to have them watch what happens to you, so they could tell their future spouses to behave? They may even want to take pictures of the bloody mess you will be when he’s finished with you.”

“I think sending you off to a nunnery was not a bad option for your parents. You look and act like Sister Amelia when you talk to me like that.”

“Was she has pretty as I am?”

“She looked just as evil as you do.”

“Are you going to hurt me?”

“You read the same books I did, so you know there will be some pain. However, I will never hurt you intentionally, and if the pain is too much, we will stop what we are doing. Okay?”

“No, I want to be everything to and for you. We will have to find a way to make that happen. If it’s not during these two weeks, we will have to find a way afterwards.”

“I can live with that, because I’m not going anywhere without you.”

“Look, there is the entrance to the campgrounds.”

“I knew you were good for something.”

They made the turn off the 2 Lane Road into the State Park and drove up to the ranger station to sign in. They walked up to the front door just as the ranger was putting up the closed sign on the door.

He smiled at the two youngsters and said, “Hey, you two, you just made it. I was getting ready to go home for the night.”

Robert said, “Hi, we are the Graziano’s, we have a cabin here somewhere that belongs to my uncles and were staying here for two weeks. We are told it’s all stocked and ready for us to go.”

“I am Dave Kelly, associate Ranger here at Tobyhanna State Park, and since I helped stock the cabin for you two, I can tell you, for certain, it’s ready to go. There is wood inside, and in the firebox outside for heat and fire wood for the wood stove. There is fuel oil in the hurricane lamps just follow the directions, and there is electricity for all your appliances, hot water, and everything else. Your uncles built one hell of a cabin. Now, for the hard part, would you please sign these papers, with your names, addresses, the license plate of your car, phone number, next of kin, your length of stay, are you going to hunt, or fish, and your signatures down at the bottom.”

Less than six minutes later, the paperwork was done and Ranger Kelly countersigned it. He gave them a map with directions how to get to their cabin, what to do in case of an emergency, have a good time and said good night to them both.

As they walked out to their car, they saw a Ranger Kelly put the closed sign on the Ranger station door, lock it and proceed towards his car. They waved good night to each other and went on their separate ways.

It took nearly 35 minutes to drive into the forest on uneven dirt roads to reach the cabin, but when they got there, it was much more than they expected. It was a house in the woods. It may have looked rustic, but anyone would have been proud to live there all year round. There was a porch that went all around it, with benches and chairs scattered about. The trees were cut back 40 feet from the residence in case of fire, and the roof was made of slate, so it would not burn. The sides were wood, probably from the trees that were cut down from the area, but they were stained a deep brown and coated in a bright varnish to protect them from the weather. And there were three chimneys, one in the center of the home and the other two one third the way from either end.

“This place must be 3000 square-foot inside,” Carolyn said.

“There is only one way to find out, let’s go in.”

“Give me the keys, Robert, you grab the bags.”

“Yes, dear,” he sighed, heavily.

“Be nice, dear.”

Carolyn walked up the five steps to the front porch, place a key in the first lock and unlocked it. Then she placed the second key in the lock and unlocked that lock. She depressed the handle, pushed the door inward, to peek inside.

Her next words were, “Holy Shit! Can we live here?”

Robert laughed out loud, because he never heard her use that word before.

“Carolyn, what’s gotten into you? Am I going to have to bring a priest here to hear your confession?”

“Robert, get your ass in here and look at this.”

“There you go again, the devil must have you on a long-term contract.”

“If you don’t get in here, you are never getting laid.”

“I’m going to into town and call your mother. Something’s wrong with you.”

Carolyn walked to the front door, put her hands on her hips, and glared at him. “Robert, pick up the bags, close the trunk, and get in here now.”

“Okay.”

“Okay, after all that arguing, all you’re going to say is ‘Okay’!”

“Yes, what else is there to say?”

He marched up the five steps, walked up to her, kissed her on the lips, and asked, “What now?”

“I think we will make love in the middle of the living room. It is just beautiful.”

“I don’t care if it’s ugly, as long as we make love there.”

“Ouch! Dammit, when are you going to learn how to take a joke?”

“Probably when it’s on you.”

“Shall we go find a bedroom, there’s probably six or eight of them here.”

There were seven bedrooms, plus one storeroom for supplies, the water heater and electric box, with fuses and spares.

Robert’s uncles were not going to be caught short in case of a snowstorm. There were axes to cut wood hanging on the wall, saws and all sorts of tools to use in case of an emergency. There were also military use signal flares there just in case. The one thing he did not find were rifles and ammunition for hunting, and fishing rods and lures. Linens, table cloths, napkins, kitchen towels, and bath towels.

“What did his uncles do up here,” he wondered.

Carolyn picked one of the smaller bedrooms for them to use, because the bigger ones were bigger than her parent’s bedroom. She didn’t feel comfortable in a room that size, so she went smaller.

After looking around the entire home Carolyn reconsidered. This place has to be closer to 4000 ft.². This open space had to be 25 x 30′. There are four master bedrooms that are at least 20 by 15 ft.², and three smaller bedrooms that are 12 by 12 ft.². All the bedrooms are bigger than our bedroom in the apartment. Then you have the kitchen, and the dining room. This place is massive, it must have cost a fortune to build and furnish; are your uncles rich or something?”

“No one talks about what my uncle Joe does, he is the family black sheep. My uncle John works for AT&T. My uncle Mel is a doctor. My uncle Nick is a plumbing contractor. My uncle Sam sells concrete.”

“What does your dad do?”

“He works for Mack trucks.”

“Oh, so he’s not in the same league as your uncles.”

“No, he isn’t, but it’s never bothered me. Where is my dinner, it’s nearly 7:30 p.m., woman?”

“I hope they have Rice Krispies and milk in the refrigerator, because that’s what you’re getting for dinner.”

“It’s okay with me, because I know what and where, I am getting for dessert, my dear.”

She backed away from me. “Please Robert, I’m sorry, I’ll be good. I’ll find something else for dinner.”

“No baby, I want you for dinner, dessert, and for breakfast.” I enfolded her in my arms, kissed her, and did not release her from my grasp. I picked her up, put her over my shoulder, and for the very first time I spanked my wife on her bony rear end. There was absolutely no meat there to speak of, but I was going to kiss every inch of it before this night was through.”

Carolyn screamed, “This is cheating.”

“Get used to it honey, I’m going to cheat every chance I get when it comes to wanting you. I want you, and I want you to want me too.”

“I do, I really, really do. Can we take our time like the books say?”

“I have two weeks here, and then the rest of my life with you. Are you going anywhere that I don’t know of?”

“I’m not going anywhere that you’re not going, so I guess were stuck with one another. We will learn about sex from each other, I sure hope it’s good.”

“Let’s not hope, let’s make it good.”

“Okay, I want to get that feeling back in my belly again. It was fantastic.”

“According to our readings, that was just a prelude to an orgasm. I can’t wait to see what happens to you when the orgasm hits you.”

“Neither can I.”

“Shall we stop talking, take a shower, and begin?”

“Let’s light the hurricane lamps and put them by the bedside tables so we don’t have all these lights on.”

“I thought we were doing it, in the living room?”

She gave me that look again, and I swore I was back in school.

“Never let it be said I went back on my word. We will make love for the first time in the middle of the living room. If anyone walks in on us, your head will be the first thing that hits them, followed by your extremities, your intestines, your heart, your lungs, and your testicles. The rest, I will save for the animals of the forest.”

“You are definitely your father’s daughter.”

“Never doubt it, but if you really want to know the power behind the throne, you should really get to know my mother.”

“Oh Lord, I am in trouble.”

“Yes Robert, you are in a world of trouble, and her name is Carolyn.”

“Should I hide the knives?”

“No, not yet. I will do that when the time is right. I would not want to prick my finger.”

I walked by her towards the shower, then swung around and spanked her for her attitude.

She screamed, “Robert, you bastard, I’ll get you for that!”

I reached the bathroom, turned on the shower and waited for the hot water to arrive. I knew my bride would arrive well before that would occur. I wondered how she would feel about a cold shower, completely clothed?

It didn’t take long for me to find out. She ran through the bathroom door looking for me and was surprised to see me there looking for her. Immediately, she screamed, “NO!”

I replied, “YES! I picked her up, threw back the shower curtain, stepped in and placed my bride under the very cold water. She would have to go to confession all day Saturday and most of the day Sunday to reveal all the words she said over the next several minutes, to the priest, and pray for repentance, before she received communion. Of course, that did not include the death threats she leveled at me for doing this to her.

Then the hot water managed to come through the lines and began heating up my bride. It took a little while for her to stop shivering, and it didn’t help that I was attempting to take her clothes off. After all, it was the first time I ever attempted to do this, and I was all thumbs.

She yelled, “Haven’t you ever seen a bra before?”

“Yes, I’ve seen them, but I’ve never tried to undo one of them before.”

“You are definitely as pure as I am.”

“Did you ever doubt my word about that?”

“Robert, you can never be sure about a boy.”

“Carolyn, you can be sure about this boy.”

“Have you figured it out yet?”

“Yes, I’m going to pull it off over your head. I hope I don’t break your breasts in the process.”

“How can you put together a transmission, and not figure out a hook and eye?”

“I’ve never seen one of these before, but I’ll work on them.”

“Can we wash up, before we were not of hot water?”

“I thought the cold water scared all the dirt off you.”

“It scared the dirt off my clothes, not me.”

“Can I wash you?”

“Yes, you can.”

I took the ivory soap, from the ledge, and began with her neck. Working down her right arm and then her left, I forced her face into the wall, and began working on her back, starting on her shoulders, her latt’s, and the small of her back. I could hear her breathing change perceptibly, but I skipped her rear end, and grabbed her right foot from the floor, nearly toppling her over. I washed each toe, the ball, arch and heel of her foot, and up to her ankle. I put it down and moved up to her calf, massaging it as I moved to her knee. I stopped and picked up her left foot, and again she nearly lost her balance. I repeated the procedure slowly and carefully working up her calf to her knee, and then he crossed that boundary onto her thigh, and she trembled on my hands. I was heading to where no man or woman had gone before.
Thank God for English literature, not the area the priests or nuns wanted me to read, but the area in the New York Public Library, where the old English Classics of the Victorian Period were housed. Those English lords and ladies knew how to live and love, and they didn’t care who knew it. There were more illegitimate children born in the latter half of the 1800s, in England, than at any time in history, until there was a population explosion after World War II,. I learned more about how to treat a womans’ body properly, from those books, than any other material on the subject I have ever read.

My hands grasped her left thigh firmly and began massaging the muscle upward towards her center, with smooth even strokes.

Carolyn closed her legs tightly, but I was not going to be denied. I pinched the outside of the right cheek, and she screeched. She did however move her legs apart slightly. I pinched her left cheek and she screeched again. Her legs separated a little more. She also had a few choice words to say to me, none of which were complementary.

I worked my way up her thigh with smooth strokes never touching any part of her she didn’t want touched. I was saving that for later. That was my appetizer, and I was not going to ruin my appetite. My hands worked on both sides of her thigh and I could see the fluids emanating from her vagina. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she was enjoying herself at this moment. I switched to her right thigh and worked my hands there also until she trembled. Then I worked on her glutes, what there was of them, and then turned her around before she collapsed to the floor.

Before I could say a word, she asked, “Who the hell did you practice on?”

I replied boldly, “Your older sister.”

She brought back her hand to hit me, but stopped. “Wait a minute, I don’t have an older sister. You lied to me.”

“I also didn’t get hit for something I didn’t do to anyone. May I continue?”

“Well, I’m here, and you are here, and the water was still warm, so go ahead.”

I began working on her shoulders and worked my way down towards her chest. As I began circling her breasts her eyes grew to the size of headlights, but she didn’t understand why I didn’t work on them but continued lower to her stomach, and then her belly. As I approached her pubic hair every muscle in her body contracted. I smiled at her.

“It will happen, but not while we are in the shower, so relax.”

Amazingly, she did and I continued my massage. A short time later, I couldn’t take it any longer, so I cheated again, and she screamed, “Robert!”

However, I was distracted, because my mouth was filled with her left breast, sucking away contentedly as she beat on my back, with a lot less effort than she thought she was doing.

It didn’t take her long to realize that she was enjoying my ministrations and started petting my hair, and moaning in my ear.

I released her left breast, moved to her mouth, kissing her, and moved to her right breast, where I continued to suckle, for everything I was worth. I was loving every second of it.

After a short time, I realized it was time for my dessert, because the water was turning cold. I asked Carolyn to lie down while I turned the water off, and retrieved some bath towels to dry us off. She didn’t realize the position she put herself in, and I took total advantage of my wife.

I am sure her scream would have alerted Ranger Kelly, if he was still in his office. As I placed the bath towels outside the shower enclosure, and stepped inside, I kneeled down and attacked my wife’s vagina, like a lion attacking a gazelle. I knew what and where all the parts of the female anatomy were, because I got an ‘A’ in biology, and physiology, and I had no intention of failing to use each part properly now. My tongue started up her vaginal center and attacked her clitoral hood, demanding the hidden entity inside emerge so I could have my way with it. I bit and tongued the hood until that little white globe emerged. When it was in the open, I sucked on it, and my darling wife went euphoric. I chewed on it like a Christmas candy, sucked on it, and licked it, all while watching Carolyn squirm all over the towels. I released it after a time, to start my ministrations down the right outer labial lip, then up the inside of the inner minora, back to her exposed tiny globe, which was still exposed and red. I began a trip down the left outer labia and up the inside of the left minora, returning to the sacred globe, sucking on it once more. Carolyn’s body seemed to enjoy this attention, because it bowed in the center, leaving only the heals of her feet and the top of her head in contact with the floor, and my head firmly attached to her vagina. I was in paradise also.

I know Carolyn is a good Catholic girl, however, during sex, regardless of your religion, a dispensation has to be given for the use of language, because the body and mind are not in control of one another. Carolyn’s mind was nowhere in this universe, and her body was doing things to her that it had never done to her in her 18 years. She was producing fluids through her vagina that the drain in the shower was having a hard time keeping up with. Her body was being racked by orgasm after orgasm, both major and minor, and I had to be careful to be sure she didn’t hyperventilate. My wife was a highly excitable young woman, and I was going to be very happy to excite her as often as I possibly could.

It was now time for the final act and if she had screamed loudly before, I couldn’t wait to see how long it would take for my hearing to come back now. I placed my hands underneath her knees and pulled them forward, moving them towards her ears. This brought her the vagina up to her eye level, with my tongue was already inside it.

She was about to scream at me when I said, “DON’T! I am looking directly at your hymen, and if you are not a good girl, I will break it with my finger as you’re laying here in the shower. You will be able to tell all your girlfriends of the romantic way you lost your virginity to your husband. Won’t that be nice, dear?”

“I was having such a good time, until you turned into an anarchist.”

“Are you saying you are enjoying what is happening to your body?”

“Come on Robert, you would have to be dead not to realize I was enjoying what you were doing to me. I lost count of the big orgasms I had, and the little orgasms you gave me were just too numerous to be mentioned. There had to be close to 300 or 400 of them, because they just kept rolling into one another. I don’t know what the fluid is that comes from my body, but if you could bottle it, get a patent and sell it, we could make a fortune in the first year, because it’s so plentiful. For a while I thought we were going to flood the shower with it. At the beginning, I thought I was peeing, but I never peed that much in my entire life.”

“I know you weren’t peeing, baby, because you taste delicious. I could drink from your vagina all day long, and never get tired of the taste. Would you like to try some?”

“Can I pass?”

“Would you like me to try it on your older sister?”

“Robert, you are a pain in the ass.”

“I was going there next, but I wanted you to taste yourself first. You are absolutely delicious, baby, I will show you.”

Without releasing her knees, I leaned forward and kissed her lips.

“That’s what I taste like? I could get used to that.”

“I think you should, you could consider it “a product taste test.”

“I am going to need a small funnel and some bottles. I wonder if I’ll have to refrigerate it?”

“I love it warm, and directly from its source.”

“The source will always be open to only you, Robert.”

“I think I will continue now.”

“Please, don’t kill me.”

“Necrophilia is not my style.”

“It’s good to know that you and Boris Karlof have different tastes.”

I released some pressure on her legs, but continued attacking her vagina with my tongue and teeth, returning her to the land of pleasure and pain, where her head and shoulders were thrashing from side to side. Then I did something that we had talked about, during the past eight months of our courtship, but I knew what her reaction was going to be. So, I grasped hold of her hips tightly, as my tongue moved down slowly from her vagina, over her taint, to her anus. She became the strongest person on earth, as she straightened her body, and clenched her cheeks together.

“No!”

“Carolyn, stop it, we read and talked about this, remember?”

“Yes, I remember, it just feels so wrong, and so foreign to me.”

“I would hope so, since it’s your first time, but it’s my first time also, so we are both just learning, so we are going slow. Nothing is going to happen today sweetheart. Today is just experimenting on the outside to get used to the feeling, okay?”

“Okay, I trust you, because I love you.”

“I told you that I would never hurt you, and I mean it.”

“I know.”

I returned my tongue to her vagina and then a return trip down her taint to her anus, and this time it winked, but she did not scream. I worked my tongue around the exterior of the muscle and watched as it relaxed and then moved towards the center, and watched again as it pulsed open and closed around the tip of my tongue. It was like it couldn’t make up its’ mind what to do. It didn’t want to open, or stay closed. After about five minutes of playing there, Carolyn was totally relaxed and so was her anus. It laid flat before me, without moving, while my tongue slid around it providing moisture to its surface.

Finally, I was done, and it was time for me to take my wife to the living room, for the main event of the evening, if she was still up for it. It was approaching 11 PM, and we had had a very long day. I was in no hurry, and if she wanted to wait until the morning, it was fine with me.

I picked up a towel, and wrapped her in it. Then I had to take another one and wrapped her auburn hair in it. Her hair held more moisture than her entire body, she was so tiny. She stands about 5’2″ tall, but doesn’t weigh 100 pounds. She was definitely my porcelain doll; how the hell did I get so lucky?

I laid a patchwork of bath towels in the center of the living room rugs so we wouldn’t harm them as we made love for the first time. I placed four hurricane lamps equidistant apart from the center, for mood lighting, and there was no need for a fire in the fireplace, because it was still warm.

It was completely dark outside, and although there were draperies over the windows. There were no shades on them to give us complete privacy. However, knowing our location in the forest, I doubted anyone was near us, or even knew where we were. Ranger Kelly didn’t advise us of anyone else being in this area, so I believed we were alone in the forest.

I had Carolyn wrapped like a mummy in her towel, and when I put her head on the pillow in the center of the towels, all she could do was wiggle her body. I turned off the lights, walked over to her, lay down next to her and pulled the blanket over us.

She looked at me and asked, “Are you going to release me?”

“It all depends on you, my dear. Are you going to hit me, or are you going to be good?”

“Honey, after what you did to me in there, I was hoping to be very, very, good to you. After all, I did a lot of reading too.”

“I have one question for you, and I want you to be honest with me. Are you tired?”

“I am the furthest thing from tired, I have ever been. I couldn’t fall asleep now if I wanted to. Let me go Robert, I want to attack you.”

“Okay, but if you get tired, we can stop and continue in the morning.”

“Robert, you go to sleep, I’ll take care of everything.”

“Woman, you have some chance of that happening.”

“I thought so. Now shut up and unwrapped me.”

I did, and she launched herself on top of me.

She said, “This is your position until I tell you otherwise. I am in charge now. The only word I want to hear out of you is ‘YES’. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good boy.” She kissed me and then did something I never expected. She turned me over onto my stomach, and stood up on my back. She started on my shoulders and worked her way down to my ass. Each vertebrae in my spine snapped into place. It was such a delicious feeling I never wanted her to stop. Where the hell did she learn to do this? If you think I was going to ask her, you are out of your mind, because I could only get hurt for doing it. You must remember how smart my wife is and she reads voraciously.

After she finished with my back, she proceeded to massage my legs, and my feet as I did hers. Then she had me roll over onto my back and proceeded up the front of my body. This is where everything in my life changed. As she passed my knees and came up that my thighs, she did not pass over my testicles or my penis. She took hold of them both, and began to massage them. My head raised off the pillow and my eyes crossed as I looked down at her. She had that evil smile on her face again, and I knew I was in trouble. I put my head back on the pillow and closed my eyes.

Warm air crossed over the head and girth of my penis and then I felt light friction, leaving moisture across, and down the side of my length, which was now considerable, since I was no longer in a relaxed state.

Somewhat awkwardly Carolyn asked, “Your penis will fit inside me, right?”

“Yes.”

“You’re not just saying that to make me feel comfortable, are you?”

“Yes.”

“Robert, you do know what I’m holding in my hands, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want to keep what I’m holding in my hands where they are?”

“Yes.”

“Did you just lie to me?”

“Yes.”

“Did I tell you to lie to me?”

“Yes.”

“Sometimes I am just too smart for myself.”

“Yes.”

“Shut up!”

“Yes, dear!”

She took the head of my penis into her mouth and took a nip out of it. I flinched, groaned, but did not shout out in pain.

“Good boy, you’re not even bleeding. That was fun, almost like biting my labia, I think I’ll do it again.”

I groaned at the thought of it.

The head of my penis entered her mouth, but she didn’t bite it this time. She closed her mouth around it and formed a vacuum. I had never felt anything like it in my life, and I didn’t know where I was going to go next. She took me there, and it was heavenly.

Keeping me tightly sealed in her mouth she swallowed as much of me as she could before I touched her uvula and then retreated nearly all the way out and repeated the process over and over again. Slowly at first, then with increasing speed, with her eyes always looking up towards me. Most of the time, I wasn’t looking at her, because my eyes were closed, or totally blind because of the feelings I was experiencing, but on the oft chance I was looking at her, she was looking at me with love in her eyes.

I had no idea how long this was going on, until I felt an urgency in my testicles. My legs clenched as were my butt cheeks, I knew I was about to orgasm. I yelled, “Carolyn, I’m coming!”

She just continued to look at me and kept on moving her head back and forth along my penis. Then, it happened, and I could not control myself any longer. Into Carolyn’s mouth I shot my semen more times than I could count. When I was finished, she looked like a squirrel with a mouth full of nuts. She blinked several times, raised her neck, took several big gulps, and swallowed everything I gave her. Before she had a chance to think about or say anything, I pulled her into my arms and gave her the biggest kiss I could. I could taste myself on her lips, just as she could taste herself from mine, and it was not unpleasant.

When I released her, I asked, “How was it?”

“You do not taste as good as I do, but I could get used to it. I am not an oral virgin anymore. I just gave you your first Blow Job.”

“You receive an ‘A+ for technique’, ‘A+’ for swallowing, and an ‘A+’ for a final grade. I will write everything up for you, when we get home, so you can show it to your girlfriends.”

“You would just love that won’t you?”

“I am very proud of my wife’s accomplishments, all of them!”

“I cannot believe you, Robert. You are erect again.”

“You have to get used to that situation, honey. I have to deal with it every day because I am young, and it happens on a regular basis.”

“I’m not even going to ask you how you controlled yourself before we were married. It must have been extremely difficult for you.”

“I took many cold showers, in the evenings, after I left you. During the week, I studied my ass off to keep my mind off you, and it worked.”

“I guess we will be washing a lot of sheets because we are going to be very active together.”

“We can always use towels underneath us, to keep the sheets clean, or we can make love in Bronx Park, or behind the high school or better still, behind the church. We can always tell them we were trying to get pregnant in a holy place, even though it might not be exactly the truth.”

“Robert, if we got caught there, and they told our parents, we would have to move to Australia to be safe from my mother’s wrath.”

“Could we take a boat, or would we have to swim?”

“It would all depend on how much of a head start we would have.”

“Are you all rested up now and want to continue, or do you want to go to sleep?”

“I thought you were dragging your feet and waiting for the bell to ring.”

“I am as large and alert as I am ever going to be. The next move is up to you. According to the books, it is now foreplay time. It is time to get you wet and motivated for penetration. Doesn’t that sound delightful, baby?”

“The books never made a man’s penis look that large, nor a woman’s vagina look this small. Honestly, I am a little frightened.”

“I know the rules, and I promise I will follow them. All you have to do is say the word, “STOP”, and I will STOP.”

“I know you will. Come on, let’s play, I love the way you play with me.”

I began with soft kisses to her mouth, ears, neck and throat. Her hands immediately went to my hair and began pulling on it as I moved down to her breasts and began to suckle on each one until the nipples peaked and I bit them causing her to moan.

My right hand moved to her center seeking entry and finding it flooded before I got there. I found her clitoris peeking out from under its hood, so I grabbed it between my thumb and forefinger and twirled it around. Carolyn’s hips left the floor as she exploded into her first orgasm, and she did something I had never seen before.

A stream of fluid flew out from Carolyn’s vagina in a high arc as she continued convulsing. I assumed it was a female ejaculation, because the urethra was poised in a different direction in the female vagina. My wife was going to give me many happy years of sexual fulfillment over the course of our marriage, and this was just our beginning.

“Are you ready baby?”

“Am I still alive after, what you just did to me?”

“All I have to do is touch you, and you explode into orgasm. You have a very short fuse, and I enjoy watching you go to the stars.”

“Make love to me Robert, just don’t get me pregnant please.”

“You will not be pregnant, I promise.”

How is a 6’1″, 178 pound male, supposed to get on top of a 5’2″, 100 pound female with nothing but sex on his mind without intimidating her. He is totally erect; her eyes are looking down at it, as it probes for her vaginal opening. He moves it inside her folds to lubricate the head of his penis, and to stimulate her to produce more lubrication. He places the head at the opening of the small orifice, pushes his hips forward, and watches her eyes to see what is happening inside her mind. As the first fraction of an inch enters her body, and her Iris dilates, he slows down his entry prior to getting to her hymen.
When he arrives at her innocence, he should ask her what to do next, and not assume he should drive through it, make her scream and make her into a woman.

“How are you doing baby?”

“You are very big, Robert, but I want you to continue.”

“I’ll be at your hymen shortly. Do you want me to break it and continue forward or just stop as soon as it’s broken?”

“I want you to continue moving forward. Not all the way in, but a good way in. This is torture, and I need to get this over with.”

“Here goes, and I would rather die than hurt you.”

“I know, just do it, and don’t keep me waiting like this.”

I put my mouth to hers, and bucked my hips forward, while our lips were still sealed together.

She screamed as I broke through her innocence, and moved a few inches into her body. It felt as if she was squeezing the life out of me, and it was marvelous. I had to be careful not to ejaculate inside her, to keep my promise to keep her from becoming pregnant.

“You bastard, you are not to be trusted. You cheat every time you get a chance.”

“I only followed your directions, darling. I broke your hymen and put myself into your body. How are you feeling?”

“How would you feel if someone shoved their forearm up your behind?”

“I guess I would feel slightly full, and possibly uncomfortable.”

“I do feel full, but the feeling is marvelous. I love having you inside me Robert, would you please finish the job.”

“I would only do it for you, baby.”

Slowly, I pushed more of my length into her.

Carolyn said, “Stop, you hit something. Back up a little.”

“I did.”

“How much more of you is there?”

“Just short of 3 inches.”

“Robert, you are huge! What did you hit back there?”

“If I am correct, it is called your cervix.”

“What does that do?”

“It directs the sperm to the womb and the fallopian tubes.”

“Okay, don’t hurt it. Keep your penis short of it the next time we make love.”

“I will put a piece of tape on my penis to mark the spot. Shall we continue now?”

“Yes please, just no pregnancy.”

“I know.”

I decided to cheat again, by picking up her knees and put her legs over my shoulders. The look she gave me could have split the atom. I began sliding in and out of her, with slow easy strokes, although the heat she produced against my penis was extraordinary. Thank goodness she had taken the edge off by giving me my first orgasm, and I was able to watch my darling climb higher and higher, into her orgasms. What an amazing young woman I married. Catholicism had bottled up her genetic makeup, so tightly, for 18 solid years, that now she had exploded onto the scene as a woman not to be denied, and I was the lucky man that was to help her, or was she to help me find the way to fulfillment.

“I hope you are happy baby, because I’m going to have to pull out soon.”

“Can you wait two or three more hours?”

“How pregnant do you want to be?”

“Not very!”

“Then two or three minutes had better suffice.”

“Party pooper, but pull out as soon as you have to, Robert.”

“I will, trust me. I am going to come all over your pretty little face.”

“I read that part too. The protein will be good for my skin.”

“Women!”

I again felt this urgency in my testicles, and knew my time was short.

“Carolyn, unless you want to get pregnant, it is time for me to pull out.”

“Pull out, Robert, don’t wait, do it now.”

I pulled out, folded her completely in half, and blanketed her face with my semen to the point that she looked like she was covered with condensed milk.

I took the edge of a towel and cleaned off her eyes, mouth, and nose. She took the towel from me, and said, “Robert, I believe you could impregnate my entire class with just one of your cumings. You are not only big, my husband, but you are explosive.”

“Carolyn, we are a perfect match. Both of us are explosive sexually. You do not realize what you did during your last set of orgasms. You sent out a stream of fluids nearly 2 feet high and 4 feet long and it lasted nearly 3 seconds. It was positively amazing to watch. It definitely was not urine, because it was clear. It was a female ejaculation in the extreme.”

“Wow Robert, I never imagined something like that was possible, and it happened to me. I hope it happens again, because it sounds like fun.”

“I will keep an eye out for it and let you know when it happens.”

“You are such a thoughtful husband, and you make love so wonderfully.”

“I guess we are two for two then, for knocking out virginities, for the Graziano family? Do you want to go for three for three tonight, or would you rather wait for the third one?”

“Suddenly, I am extremely tired, and I would like to go to sleep.”

“Liar.”

“Please!”

“Come here, sweetheart, I will carry you to bed.”

“I knew I loved you for a reason.”

“I did not say it was going to save your behind. I just said I was carrying you to bed.”

“Robert!”

“I was just kidding with you, Carolyn. Your ass is safe for this evening.”

“Robert, once my behind is open for you, it will never be closed to you, again. Any time you ask, I will say yes.”

“It will be my job to make sure anal sex is pleasurable for both of us.”

“We read the same texts, and the same English Classics, no one was harmed when it was done properly. The only time we were both horrified is when they used animals to do it.”

“I do not remember if it was Lady Godiva, or Lady Chatterley, or Lady Millisente, whose lover had her taken by a horse, both vaginally and anally. Then he married her and had 5 children by her. Now that is true love.”

“Maybe he was huge, like you, and just had the horse stretch her, so he would fit into her.”

“I believe that is on the outer edge of believability, but I have never seen a horse’s implement, so I cannot be sure. Shall I turn off the lamps so we can go to sleep?”

“Do you want to play cards?”

“Carolyn, are you still wide awake?”

“I loved making love to you, Robert. I am still tingly inside. Do we have to do the other?”

“Of course not, come to me, I will send you off to another universe while staying in my arms.”

“I think we are going to need a towel to protect the sheet.”

“I will get it; you stay here and stay excited.”

I am not sure what time it was when I totally exhausted her. I do know the bath towel I brought in was not enough. I should have brought in at least two, possibly three of them, because we had to change the bed sheet that evening, because it was wet.

It was then we realized that the cabin did not have a washer or a dryer. We would have to go into town to have the laundry done, before we left for home.

I woke up early the following morning, when I heard gunfire not too far away from the cabin. I was not worried about it, so I threw on a pair of shorts. Carolyn was dead to the world and I do not believe anyone but God could awaken her. I stole every bit of energy from her and I wanted her to rest. I looked at her naked body and wondered, “How can anyone be that thin?”

After I made the first pot of coffee, I realized it was terrible. It was much too weak, so I disposed of it, and started over again. The second part was much better. I took a large mug of it and sat in the living room reading a-year-old copy of Popular Mechanics. There were things I knew, but new things I learned. As I finished one magazine, I went to the next one, refilling my coffee as I continued to read. There was no sound around us, no birds chirping, no wind howling, just silence, so I continued to read. By the time I reached the seventh magazine, I heard the bathroom bowl flush, which was an indication that my bride had arisen. I rose from the chair, turned towards our bedroom door, and wished I had not. The beautiful woman I had married had turned into the ‘Wreck of the Hesperus.’

I opened my mouth, but before a word could come out, she yelled, “YOU DID THIS TO ME! I DO NOT WANT TO HEAR ONE WORD FROM YOU ABOUT THE WAY I LOOK THIS MORNING!”

I said meekly, “Okay, I just wanted to say how gorgeous you looked.”

Carolyn could not believe I said that. She broke down in tears, and fell to the floor in a heap.

I remembered the words I said to my father. “If we hit them, they cry and they win.” I just hit her, so she cried, and she won. I rushed over to her, took her into my arms and began kissing every part of her I could.”

She cried, “I am a bitch.”

“You are a female dog, in heat?”

I grasped the hand that was coming at my head, before it hit me.

“It was a joke, Carolyn. Are you in there, baby?”

“No, some asshole took every ounce of energy I had, out of me last night, and left this body as an empty shell.”

“If I remember correctly, those were the instructions I received, from the woman I love and adore. She could not sleep and wanted someone to tire her out. I believe I fulfilled that contract, don’t you?”

“How long have you been up?”

“I would say between five and seven hours. I have been reading old magazines”

“Would you put me back to sleep, please?”

“I could do that, for you. I will even carry you to bed.”

“You are such a wonderful husband.”

“My wife is so easy.”

I lay down in bed, cuddling with her, and before I knew it, we were both asleep. I guess I was tired, also.

I woke up to something delicious smelling, cooking in the kitchen. Somehow my wife had left my arms, and gone into the kitchen and prepared our first meal. I could not wait to see what it was.

I was still in my shorts, when I walked to the kitchen, to see that my wife had bested me. She was still naked and doll-like. I had located my wristwatch, and noted the time, so I said to her, “Good evening sweetheart.”

“Good evening husband, did you sleep well?”

“Sleeping with you is the best and easiest thing I have ever done. You make me whole, Carolyn. You complete me in a way I never knew possible. I knew when I was nine years old that I wanted to be with you forever, and I was right. I hope all the rest of the decisions I make in my life are as correct as that one was.”

“Robert, you are not getting laid until after dinner, regardless of how wonderful you are before dinner. So put a lid on your platitudes, set the table, and kiss me, because dinner is almost ready.”

“You are a demanding little thing, aren’t you?”

“I did not hear any complaints out of you yesterday, mister.”

“No, I was a very happy participant yesterday, as you tended to me, but you did complain that I overused you during the night, when I was only following your directions.”

“Yes, you followed everything I said completely. However, I must remember to use our language more succinctly, because you use it more literally than I mean it. When I say the word ‘All’, I mean ‘Most.’ When you hear the word ‘All’ from my lips you believe it means ‘Everything!’ Last evening, you took everything I had from me, and left me an empty shell, with zero reserves to build on for the next day. When I looked at my image in the mirror, this morning, I could not believe I was still alive. I was going to kill the boy who did this to me, because of the wonderful way he did it. Then I walked out into the living room, and he tells me I look gorgeous. My mind shattered, because he could not be talking about me. I knew what I looked like in the mirror, and that person was either at deaths door or dead. I fell apart, began crying, and descended to the floor. I was nothing until you took me in your arms, and put me back together as I was before. If you believe I complete you, Robert, then you must believe that you complete me as well, for you are the only reason I am standing here, whole and happy, this afternoon.”

“Can I take advantage of you on the kitchen floor?”

“No, you cannot. Dinner is ready, and you still have not set the table. Get to it, young man, and keep that big thing of yours under control.”

“How am I supposed to keep it under control, with you running around naked?”

“I am getting in touch with nature. I even walked around the porch, like this, while you were sleeping. It was invigorating.”

“Did the hunters see you?”

“What hunters?”

“I heard shots fired, early this morning; that is what woke me up. I know animals do not use guns, so it must have been humans that were out amongst us, during the morning hours. They probably went back to their camps, by this afternoon, so you were safe walking around in the nude.”

“Do you think they know the cabin is here?”

“I would sincerely doubt it, because the cabin is in the middle of a very large preserve and has a lake at the East, an entrance on the south and the west and north sides are protected by swamps. The animals are probably very happy here.”

“I will not go outside naked again, just in case we have visitors in the area. I wonder what they were shooting at?”

“According to the brochures, it was either a bear, or a deer, because it is open season for both species. What am I having for dinner?”

“I found a chicken in the refrigerator. I cut it up, seasoned it, and baked it, with vegetables in a marinara sauce. It is one of my mother’s recipes. I hope you like it.”

“Baby, you made it, I will love it.”

“Robert, you just want to get laid.”

“That too.”

“You still have not set the table, and I am taking the chicken out of the oven now. Do you think you can accomplish your task within the next few minutes?”

“If you had clothes on, the table would have been set five minutes ago. I love looking at you.”

“Get used to it, Robert, I am not going anywhere.”

“You may not be able to go to work in the morning, when I get finished with you.”

“Since we need my income to help support our expenditures, I will be sure to get to work each morning. Just remember, bigshot, you have to get to work each morning, also!”

“I will be there, and I will learn everything they throw at me. I want to earn as much as Thomas does. He is the highest paid employee in the company, and he knows cars better than anyone.”

“Do you know how much he makes?”

“Yes, he told me. He gets $4.35 per hour.”

“That is nearly double what you make. How long has he been with the company?”

“He has been there for 12 years, and he does everything. However, they save the most challenging things for him to do on cars, or he trains people like me.”

“That makes a lot of sense. I sure would like to eat off plates tonight, Robert. Do you think you could set the table?”

“You keep distracting me.”

“Never mind, I will do it.”

“No, I will do it. Stand behind me so I cannot see you.”

“You are impossible.”

Less than one minute later the table was set.

Robert asked, “Would you like water, or wine with dinner?”

“Wine would be nice.”

“I have a nice white wine in a decanter, breathing on the island.”

“I guess I will put it on the table for us to enjoy with dinner.”

“What a wonderful idea. Dinner is served.”

Carolyn brought around a deep serving platter, filled with chicken parts, surrounded by vegetables in a marinara sauce. It looked inviting. She handed Robert the serving utensils and he began doling out portions to each of them. Somehow, more wound up on his plate than hers, but that could be rectified if needed, if she could finish what she had in front of her. He knew he could finish what was in front of him.

Over their years together Robert had watched Carolyn eat many times, but she never ceased to amaze him. She was as meticulous as a surgeon, when she dissected her meal. While he ingested a piece of broccoli whole, she cut it into its individual parts and ate them one by one. It was almost painful to watch, that piece of broccoli disappear into her mouth. Peas were also individuals, and she chewed each one of them. Green beans were cut into equal pieces before she devoured each of them. Potatoes were done in the same way. The chicken sat there until each of her vegetables were gone; only then did she start to attack it. She removed the skin and set it aside, and began removing the flesh from the bone. When she was finished, the bone was completely exposed, without an ounce of flesh left remaining on it. A vulture could not have done better. She moved the bone over the skin, and began eating the flesh in pieces so tiny, I believe dinner would take us past midnight.

I had already completed my meal, and I was sitting here watching her eat her chicken. It finally dawned on me why my wife was so thin. It took almost as much energy for her to eat her meal, as the number of calories her meal contained. One calorie in, less 1 calorie expended equals zero weight gain. I had to feed my wife ice cream by the quart, if I ever wanted to see her gain weight.

When she finished eating, I cleared the table, washed the dishes, and put the leftovers into the refrigerator, while she cleaned off the table, and put the wine back in its bottle.

We seemed to finish our duties together, and she put her arms around my back. “You have been holding out on me all day. I am ready, I hope you are.”

“Do you want to do it on the kitchen floor, kitchen table, living room floor, shower stall, or on our bed?”

“Do I have to choose just one, or is this a multiple-choice question?”

“Woman, you are looking for a spanking.”

“Robert, come on, I am not used to these feelings. Stop playing with me, and let us get started.”

“If I was not afraid I would break you, I would take you into my arms and squeeze you, because I love you so much. Bedroom, now.”

As she turned to run to the bedroom, she shouted, “I will get the towels.”

I shouted back, “I was going to do it.”

Twice as many is better than not enough. When I entered the bedroom, she had two large bath towels centered on the bed, and she was lying in the middle of them waiting for me. I put the bath towels I brought in on a chair, dropped the shorts I was wearing to the floor, and joined her on the bed.

Carolyn grabbed me. “You are already erect, and I am already wet. I do not want to play. I want you to make love to me now. I am more than ready, just enter me slowly, because you are huge. Remember, do not get me pregnant.”

“Honey, you do not have to remind me not to get you pregnant, every time we make love. That is a given. The only time you will have to tell me to change your status is when you tell me to get you pregnant, and then everything will change.”

I moved into position above her, took her hand and led her guide me into her folds. I let her move me around to lubricate the head of my penis, before she located me at her orifice, and pulled me down into it.

She said, “I am ready, Robert.”

Without saying a word, I moved my hips forward and watched her eyes closely, as I entered her. I moved 1/4 of the way into her before I saw her lips tremble, and stopped.

“I am sorry, baby, I did not want to hurt you. Do you want to stop?”

“Do not you dare stop. You are just so damn big, or I am just so small, but you feel so wonderful inside me. I just have to get used to your size, Robert. I am sure you are not the size of that horse, but you fill me so completely.”

“Do you want me to continue, or should I pull out, and we will try again, later.”

“Robert, get this through your thick head. Once you are inside me, I do not want you to stop. You feel marvelous inside me. Yes, there is pain, but it is a marvelous pain. Sparks fly in my brain and it brings me so close to an orgasm, I tingle from my toes to the tips of my hair. The next spark will tip me over the edge, and I am gone. Can you understand that, my husband? That is what your body does to mine, even though it is caused by some pain. Now continue forward slowly, before I spank you.”

I watched her face as I moved further into her, because my penis thickened, the further moved in. I knew very well she was in pain, but she was determined to get me to the same place I stopped last time. When I was there, I pulled back, nearly all the way out, and stroked all the way in. The look on her face was pure adoration, so I continued the same movement, over and over and over, until that feeling threatened again. It did not happen before my beloved had seen those sparks fly in her head and crested the mountain of orgasm several times, and I felt her ejaculate her fluids, onto me, for the first time. She was nearly unconscious when I said, “Carolyn, I am very close, I have to pull out.”
When she did not answer me immediately, I pulled out of her vagina and ejaculated over her stomach and breasts. She said semen was good for skin, so I rubbed it on to her stomach, and breasts, especially her nipples. I did get a moan out of her, when I did that.

After a short nap, she climbed on top of me, and advised me who was in charge.

I said, “You can’t even stay awake, during sexual intercourse, how can you possibly be in charge?”

Her answer was simple and to the point. “Watch me!”

She took no prisoners as she descended my body, directly to my center, took my penis into her mouth, and began suctioning it, as if she had done it all our life. She held my scrotum in her left hand and maneuvered my testicles as if they were dice.

Without removing me from her mouth, she maneuvered us until I was lying on my right side, her left hand continued holding my testicles. Her right hand moved up and touched the cheek of my ass. Initially, I thought it was just a loving touch, but I could not have been more wrong. It turned out that I was not the only sneaky one in the Graziano family.

Carolyn moved her hand all around my backside, making me feel comfortable, while tending to my penis, in the vacuum of her mouth. Every once and again her right hand would brush against my anus, and move away. As I told her I was approaching my orgasm, she tended to touch my anus more frequently, but I thought it was because she was paying more attention to my front rather than my back. I was wrong. My wife is a sneaky little devil, and a gorgeous little package.

When I said to her, “Carolyn, I am very close!” That little devil I am married to, took her index finger slid it threw her vaginal folds for lubrication, brought it to my anus, and pushed it in until she reached my prostate gland, and massaged it with a fury.

I screamed as I exploded in ejaculation into Carolyn’s mouth. She swallowed each time I pulsed to keep up with the amount of semen I was sending to her. I do not know how long it lasted, but I know I was drained when I was finished cuming.”

She wiped her chin on the towel, crawled up my body and asked “How was I.”

I said, “You definitely took charge.”

“Robert, we have one more virginity to take and eliminate, before we can go outside and look around. Are you ready, because I am ready!”

“Why am I more worried about this than you are?”

“You do not want to hurt me, and you have seen what happens to me when we make love, because of your size. Yes, this will hurt, just like the books said it will. However, they also said it will be very pleasurable, just like vaginal sex can be when I get used to you. We have only made love twice, Robert. Do you want to give up on it, or are you willing to give us a chance to grow?”

“We are going to need a lot of towels.”

We decided our bed was not the place for this adventure. We picked out a corner of the living space, by a couch. On the bare wood floor, we laid out the towels, four deep; with two pillows at one end and two in the center. Carolyn went to the bathroom, to clean herself out, while I retrieved a lubricant I purchased from a shop near work.

When she returned, she was all smiles and simply said, “Ready!”

Then she looked at me and said, “Gosh, so are you.”

I replied, “Carolyn, you are walking around naked. I am like this all the time when you are that way.”

“Do not be sad, Robert, just think of the money we will save when we are at home. On the weekends, when we are off from work, I will walk around like this, in our apartment, and we will never go out and spend money for entertainment.”

“Brilliant, my wife is just brilliant. Lie down woman, I am about to attack your ass for the very first time.”

“Robert, remember, if you do a really good job, it will not be the last time.”

“Yes, dear, I know, I read the same books you did. Actually, we read them together.”

We lay down on the towels and there was no fear in either of our eyes, just love. I kissed her lips as she grabbed my hair. I moved to her ear, her neck, arm, chest, and breast. I sucked on her nipple as a babe would, and she pushed her chest into my mouth. I treated both breasts equally, then move down to her abdomen and sucked on her navel. I continued lower and pulled on a few of her sparse curls, while rotating my body and bringing my hips towards her head. My mouth descended on her clitoral hood, sucking, licking, and biting it, demanding it let the little globe out for me to savage. It gave up the fight quickly, and when that little white pearl emerged, I sucked on it. As soon it was inside my mouth, my penis entered my wife’s mouth. We both attacked with a fury. Luckily, I had already been drained, but she had not been. I was on the winning side. I used every trick I had in my book to distract her from what she was doing, to bring her to orgasm and to keep myself cool.

As soon as the pearl turned scarlet, I attacked her labia, major and minor, pushed two fingers into her orifice, and simulated making love to her with them, and then move them down over her taint to her bud.

She was so busy she did not even react to the touch of my fingers to her anus. I rubbed them around her opening, spreading her moisture all over it. She was producing moisture, so quickly, my fingers did not need to move to bring it to her, they just stayed in place and spread it around.

I pushed my index finger into her, to the first knuckle, and she slowed her ministrations to me. I drew it in and out of her, letting her get used to the feeling.

Instead of going deeper, I joined it with my middle finger to the first knuckle, to let her get used to the width of them. She now had two of my digits in her, moving in and out. She stopped sucking on me, and was just holding me in her mouth.

Using just her natural fluids, I moved in to the second knuckle, and she released my penis.

“Robert, you are inside me.”

“Yes, but they are only my fingers. Are you ready for me to try to put my penis in there?”

“In the words of my husband, “Yes, I am!”

“Okay, let us get your hips up on the pillows.”

She did it eagerly and settled down with her head and hips on the pillows. I moved between her thighs and leaned down to kiss her, before I did anything else. I needed her to know how much I loved and desired her. My desire was obvious, because it was raging out in front of her.

I opened the lubricant, poured some into the palm of my hand, and transferred it into Carolyn’s anus. Using my index and fore fingers, I used it liberally, both on the inside and outside, also applying it to my penis. I rubbed my hand onto her thighs and abdomen to get rid of the excess, instead of using a towel, telling her it would reduce friction.

I placed the head of my penis at her anus, and told Carolyn I loved her. With those words, I pushed my hips forward and she screamed. I stopped instantly.

I had not cleared half the muscle, and she was in excruciating pain.

“Carolyn, this is not worth it, I am just too big for you.”

“If you pull out, I will divorce you. Go forward slowly, dammit. Did you have to be the size of a telephone pole?”

“I did not know I was going to fall in love with someone as tiny as you. It could have been someone like Patricia, with her huge breasts and big ass. Just think, it could be her lying here like this now.”

“She would probably think of you as a pimple. Why are we talking about her when I am like this?”

“I was trying to distract you from pain.”

“It worked. Now move, and get yourself inside me, and bring me pleasure, like the books say.”

“If the authors are still alive, and they lied, I will kill each one of them if I harm you.”

“You are not going to harm me. You are going to bring me pleasure. It is just gonna take a little time.”

After more than an hour of trying, I was 3 inches into my wife, and we were both sweating. Thankfully, it was cool in the cabin, and it was dark outside. We had not lit the hurricane lamps, so we were in our own little world. I was moving in and out of my love, in slow, minute, strokes, and she was receiving sparks of pleasure, in her brain, from what we were doing. The problem was, the widest part of my penis was still outside her, and I was about to push again.

I watched her eyes, as closely as I could, in this darkened atmosphere, hoping they would glaze over, so I could push as she orgasmed, and would not be in pain.

Unfortunately, we cannot always get what we want, because I did not time it correctly. I pushed, as she was turning her head, not orgasming, and cried out as the largest portion of my penis entered her anus.

“Fuck, you are big!”

“I believe we have already come to that conclusion. But I am only big for you, not to Patricia.”

“I can’t laugh, with you up my ass.”

“I am only partway up your ass, not completely, so chuckle.”

“Don’t split hairs with me, Robert. I will hit you later.”

“Hitting must be a Scandinavian thing. If my mother hit my father, there would be hell to pay.”

“Robert, my mother is Italian.”

“I knew that.”

“How much more of you is there?”

“4+ inches.”

“Just a growing boy. I want you to kiss me, and give it to me all at once.”

“Carolyn, you are out of your mind. I am going to tear you apart inside.”

“No, you are not. Now do as I ask, and let us get this done.”

“Please do not hate me, in the morning.”

“I am never going to hate you. I am only going to love you.”

I folded her in half, kissed her, and brought our hips together. I felt her body contract in pain, and then explode into orgasm, as her fluids flew out from her vagina, in unimaginable quantities.

I began moving in and out of her because of all the external lubrication she was providing, hoping it would increase the amount of pleasure she was feeling internally. I did not know if she was even thinking about what I was doing, because she was still rolling from orgasm to orgasm. I was just hoping to keep her going that way as long as possible.

I knew she was paying attention to me when she grabbed my ears, and pulled me down for a kiss.

“Robert, you have given me everything I could ever have dreamed of. It was out of this universe. You could not imagine how great it was. Thank you.”

“We are partners in this, baby, I happen to be enjoying the hell out of it, also. What does it feel like now that I am moving inside of you very quickly?”

“You are heating me up inside, and it feels very intense. I know very soon you are going to bring me into orgasm again, because I can feel it building in my toes. When it starts down that low in my body, it is going to be a big one, and it is going to blow the top of my head clean off. Just think, this time you do not have to pull out either. You can come inside me. I cannot get pregnant this way. Since I like it this way, we can do it this way a lot, and you come inside me a lot.”

“I think I love my wife, very much.”

“Will you love me when I am old and ugly?”

“I will be old and ugly at the same time.”

“We have such wonderful conversations while we are making love.”

“Don’t all couples?”

“I don’t know, I have never had anyone to ask.”

“I am beginning to get that feeling inside that my end is coming. How close is that sensation in your toes, darling?”

“It is in my thighs working upward. It should not be too long now when it reaches my vagina, and the explosion will occur.”

“Excellent, because here comes my explosion, now.”

Robert held onto her shoulders as he pumped his hips as fast as he could and deposited his semen into Carolyn’s intestines for the first time. He collapsed on top of her when he was done.

She felt the explosion of his hot semen enter her body, and it set off her orgasm. She was blinded by the light and the intensity of the feelings that came through her mind and raced through her body. Where were these feelings all her life? Why was she denied them while she was growing up? She could not ask her mother these questions. She could not ask the nuns. She had no one to ask. She had to go to the library again to find the answers to these soul seeking questions.

Lost in this quandary of feelings between them, was Robert’s erection slowly dissipating in her rectum. He pushed back, rose to his knees, and pulled back his hips slowly, extricating himself from Carolyn with a slight pop.

She shouted, “You are out?”

“Yes, I am.”

“What happened to you?”

“You did, Carolyn. I do not stay erect all the time, just when you are walking around naked, and I am excited. You just took care of the excitement, and I returned to normal.”

“Can I see what you look like, normal? I do not believe I have ever seen you that way.”

“You do not have to ask, just look.”

She rolled over on top of him, took him into her hands, and surveyed what her husband looked like in his normal state. Then she shocked him.

Carolyn said, “I like him the other way.” With that she took him into her mouth and began to suck on him.

Robert yelled, “Carolyn, do you know where he has just been?”

She nodded her head and continued to suck on him. He loved it.

The End

Chapter 1

The Stolen Dozen