Wanders

Author’s note –

This series is an ongoing collection of character studies and not a stroke story. But there are steamy passages here.

All characters are over eighteen years of age and are found only in my imagination. While some places may be geographically correct, what happens is fictional. Let me restate a plea if you have an interest in helping out on this series. I do need an editor and beta readers. Would that be you? If so, please reach out to me.

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We tumbled onto our bed as the lights from the passing cars danced along Lakeshore Drive. “Kat? Have I told you lately how amazing you are?”

“No? But, you can always tell me that whenever you’re in the mood.”

“I have known Charlie for ages. To say that he is highly focused and targeted is an understatement. Yet, I have never seen him as relaxed as he was at dinner tonight. I’ve seen you weave your magic before. Like in Hyde Park, when we had dinner at the award’s banquet. Somehow, you got everyone at our table engaged with each other. Hell, you told me that some of the folks from our table had stayed in contact with you. It blows me away how you get people so very at ease and comfortable, then bring them all together. Lady, you are going to be a fantastic teacher.”

Chuckling and surprised that my ribs were not colliding with her elbow once more. “OH?” Kat asked. “And what do you think of all the news blurbs that Sandy dropped on the table?”

“Well, OG, and yes, I do like that name for you. It fits you to a “T.” Just you wait until I get with the other sisterhood members, everyone will forget your old name, you will only be known as OG. Do you think that Charlie is a force? Well, Sandy makes him look like Casper Milquetoast. Together, the two of them, well ain’t no way I’d get in front of them.”

“It seems that Sandy, or is it, Sandra, as everyone knows her as. They all genuinely like her as a person and for no other reason. That’s a skill. The application process at UC for the MFA is like jumping backward through a hundred hoops. Well, of course, she knows everybody there and has worked with the chair of the MFA selection committee.”

“On top of that, she knows all my old teachers from my school. So, what does she do? She gets everybody together on a conference call talking about me. They all agree that it would be beneficial if I did the UC MFA Graphic Arts program. That program is only one of the most demanding programs of its kind. And gee, I need to be challenged to discover and use the full range of talent I have. As if the program I just graduated from was a cakewalk. So now, I have to do three separate studies, pencil, charcoal, and a pen and ink, for submission Thursday afternoon when I meet the MFA selection committee.”

“The way the selection process works, it seems. The committee leaves two or three slots open until the end of the selection process for late applicants. Folks, like me. No one is getting bumped aside for me to get in. Damm, right I do have the talent to do this. But shit, three different studies in one day, and those studies are to be presented to the selection committee. That’s a hell of a challenge.”

“Neil! The next time I start to run my big fat mouth off. Shut me up. Swat my ass and stuff your big cock down my throat.”

“Kat? There ain’t no way in hell I’d do that. Shit! Woman, if I did that, you bite my cock off. I like my cock where it is now.” Funny thing, that comment earned me an elbow in my ribs. “Honey?”

“Don’t you dare ‘honey’ me after that comment, OG! You deserved that. Now go to sleep. OH, you forgot to call Cathy and Carl. So you are on their shit list too. You do like to be on shit lists, don’t you?”

“You’re right; I did forget. The saving grace is that I will know more tomorrow evening when I get back from the office.”

Rolling over and placing a kiss atop Kat’s head as I reached out to hold her.

“Don’t try it, OG; there ain’t enough butter in the world.” With that, she flopped over in bed and pushed her butt up against my hip, and fell asleep.

As my eyes slowly began to come into focus, I discovered that my lovely woman had rolled over on our bed at some time during the night. And her head was once again resting on my shoulder. Stretching my neck forward, I placed a kiss atop her head. “MMMmmmm, that’s good. That’s how I like to start my day. Neil? I’m sorry I was such a bitch to you last night. Yesterday afternoon and dinner last night, I don’t know. Suddenly I found myself confronted with all the dreams I have ever had. Shit, Neil, I got scared.”

“Kathleen, you and I will always be together. Together we will make it happen. Honey, you have no reason to be scared. Hell, we got Ru here to chase the boogie men out from under the bed.”

“OG! You are impossible, and I love you. Now, take your stinky sack of bones and drag them into the car wash and clean up your act. I got things that need to happen here today. Today ain’t going to be a lay around, lazy ass kinda day.”

Well, I guess I got my marching orders; at least I’m not in the dog house. So, that’s a good thing. “Hey?” Kat called out, “did you set up the coffee pot last night, or were you so deep in the arms of the goddess of wine that you forgot?”

“Yeah, I did while you were commiserating with your four-legged boyfriend.”

“Well, what do you expect? When we got home, well, Ru came over and said hi.”

“Darling, you know what’s funny and at the same time sad too. Whenever almost anyone walks in a room and their pet sees them, they both greet each other so joyfully. When their spouse walks in, that person is lucky to get a grunt. Baby, whenever I walk into a room and see you, I will always go to you and give you a hug and a kiss too.”

“Neil? Why?”

“Lady, that’s an easy one. Why? Because I love you, and I want you to know how special I think you are. But most important of all, because doing that will warm both of our souls. That’s why? Anyway, I hate to say it. But I need to get my ass in gear and make this day happen.” With that, I got the necessaries done, and as I walked into the kitchen, Kat was pouring me a cup of coffee.

“Shit damm, who’s this hot-looking guy all dressed up like some kinda bigwig.”

I looked over at her and smiled as she stood in the kitchen in her new robe, standing on one foot with a mischievous smile. “Kat, you look amazing standing there in your robe.”

“Hey, OG? Ya, think that looks good? So tell me, what do you think this looks like?” With that, she untied the belt that had held the robe closed and pushed the robe open, so she was gloriously showing off her cute body. “Ya like that, OG?”

“KAATTT, you, you are an impossible woman. We both have full cards today, and youuuu.”

With a twinkle in her eye, she asks, “so, honey? What do you want for dinner tonight?”

Looking over my shoulder as I reluctantly headed out, “HAIR PIE!” With that, I closed the door and went back into my old world.

My day started with meetings, then went on to an endless series of emails only to be punctuated with phone calls as one or another person dropped off a brief they wanted me to review. Shit, and people wondered why I wanted to escape? I knew why I was back in the saddle because I loved my clients, and I knew I could help them.

Walking in the condo that evening, I did things I have never done before. Starting with calling a greeting to my Lady, “hi, girlfriend. Whatever you got cooking smells divine.” Then going over and finding Kat rolling her head about as I placed a kiss on the top of her head. “Hi, you. How was your day?”

“Actually, great! I got all three studies done for tomorrow. Late this afternoon, I went down to the lobby. What’s it called again, the storeroom’ and got a few things for dinner. While I was there, I ran to Sandy, and we had a good chat. We went over and got a cup of coffee, and sat for a while. She laughed at how I had gotten Charlie to all but eating out of my hand. Then she wanted to know how you and I got started.”

“Well, how do I explain it? Two very neatly dressed men walk into a sports bar with a large scruffy brown dog. The two men were nice and polite. But that damm dog is a total flirt. Then before I have a clue, the man who is with the dog comes on to me. Well, damm it! He is an absolutely charming man who took me on his magic bus to see the world. And baby, here we are about to be married to each other.”

“Sandy came up here to see what I had done for tomorrow. I showed the pen and ink I did of Ru sleeping, which she loved. Then the charcoal of Lakeside Drive, and again she loved it. But pencil study blew her away. I had taken a sheet of drawing paper and put it on the kitchen counter, so there was no clear break horizontal and vertical. Then put an egg on the paper. The trick is to show the egg against an infinity background, so the egg appears to be floating. Can I show you the studies?”

“Kat, you are amazing! Can I have these to go to my office?”

“No, sorry, Sandy has already claimed them. That is if the committee doesn’t take them first. I’ve only done student shows and a few local shows. I’ve never really shown anything I did in public. Along the way, teachers at school and others suggested that I was a little better than average. Honestly, Neil, Sandy has a wider perspective of the art world than anyone I have known. She has pulled me into my dream and shown me what the world is like when I complete the most demanding degree in my field.”

“Neil, all I ever wanted to do was teach kids how to draw. All of this is like five miles over my head. I can’t believe it. You do not want to know how lost I feel.”

“Kathleen, you have two great talents. First of all, you are an amazing artist. Second, you have an innate ability to open paths with people, so they welcome you and create a desire in them to want to help you. Look at Sandy. What has she done for you? Did she have to, no? Somehow, Kat, you got her to want to enable you to meet your dreams. Hell, look at me. When we first met, I planned to find small back roads, maybe even roads that had become forgotten. Those were the roads I wanted to journey along. All that’s changed.”

“Kat, thanks to you and your desire to have me home at a reasonable time. I did something today I have never done. I gathered all the whatever that had been dumped on my desk for me to decide. I assigned projects to my people, telling them that they own this and that it is their responsibility to make change happen. Regardless, you own it. It is your responsibility. After it is all said and done, get back to me and tell me what happened and its result then we’ll talk. You got me to see I am not Hercules and can not carry the firm’s weight on my shoulders. Kat? Thank you for getting me to see that, my beloved.”

“Neil? I didn’t do it.”

“Lady, thank you. Thank you for being my girlfriend and opening my world for making my life fuller than it has ever been. For all of this and more, I love my lady. Hey? What’s for dinner?”

“When I was a tike, and I had something big coming up, Aunt Flo would make my favorite thing in the world, Bangers, and Mash. It is an old English pub dish. OH!!! Almost forgot! I told Sandy about you and wanting hair pie for dinner. She told me to tell you that you will look like hamburger meat at the grocery store if you ever said anything like that to Charlie. OH! And it turns out that Charlie has some type of relationship with Bird’s Nest too.”

“Let’s have dinner then see if we can do a conference call with everybody; Cathy and Carl as well as Aunt Flo and Uncle Herman. There’s a lot we need to talk about with them. The Inn and our wedding.”

As we cleaned the kitchen from dinner, she began to mellow out. Charlie and Sandy dropped by. It turns out that they had talked about our plans for the Inn, and he was interested in that project and the Bird’s Nest property also. I quickly laid out an outline of what our vision was, and Charlie jumped all over it.

“We’re about to do a conference call with the others that are involved in this crazy dream. You’re both welcome to sit in on the call if you guys have the time and would like to.”

Both Sandy and Charlie nodded as I pulled out my phone. First, I got Aunt Flo on the line and asked if she could get Herman on so we all could talk. While she went to get him, I called Cathy and Carl and got them on the call as well. “Hey guys, a lot of things are going on here with us two love birds. It’s no surprise that Kat and I are getting married. My sweetie is an impatient gal, so we are doing the deed in ten days, a week from this coming Saturday. The wedding will be a small affair with family and very close friends event. We will be doing everything in the condo here in Chicago. For everybody coming in from out of town, we’ll arrange for rooms at the hotel next door.” Needless to say, of course, that announcement opened all kinds of conversations and screams and groans.

“Next, let’s talk about the Inn.”

Herman started the ball rolling with info on the possible sale was in the local papers. The word was out that the Inn might be on the market and that some group of investors wanted to buy the place, tear it down, and do something. What something might be was an open question.

Carl got into the conversation, reminding everyone that Tom has an attachment to the city. He wants to see the Inn restored to its former glory and owned by locals. With Herman as the lead and Carl and myself behind him, our group certainly meets Tom’s desire to keep ownership local.

I had not spoken directly with Tom’s attorney. However, he has been in contact with the attorney who works for my firm that handles real estate matters for our clients. Tom wanted to hear from us; in fact, he was looking forward to our presenting our ideas for the future of the Inn. One big thing Tom wanted was to get out of the winters in Buffalo and find a place where the winters are warmer. Of course, the potential offer from the investor group would give him the cash he needs to move. But, the downside is they are not local, and the group sees the property as a teardown.

I’ve had people look into Tom’s positions. He’s been accumulating cash, which suggests that he wants or wanted to renovate the Inn himself. But, and this is a guess if he did the work, his family would ultimately sell the place, and his work would be lost.

IF we get the Inn, a big problem is what work would be needed to bring the place into line with a restored historic Inn. Carl, we all stayed in a beautiful Inn there in Poughkeepsie. If we do this, my thinking is we need to be at level. This place offers a lot of possibilities. Could we do a marina on the river? From what I understand, there is a lot of undeveloped land behind the Inn. What to do with that? A golf course, hell, maybe even two golf courses? There’s space to put in some cottages there too. Which, by the way, folks, would go a long way in making Flo happy. As this could have Kat in the neighborhood.”

“Guys, this is Charlie, Neil and I go back ages and ages. Let me toss this into the pot. I have an old friend who owes me big that lives over that way. He owns a construction company there. As I recall, he is an engineer who has gotten into development. I can call him and ask him to ride around the Inn and give us an idea, a WAG if you will, what the place could maybe take to bring it up to Neil’s and Charlie’s vision.”

Herman chimed in, “what’s a WAG?”

“Oh, that’s a technical term; it stands for Wild Ass Guess. It gives an idea of what could be there and a range of some of the costs involved. If this moved off to first base, then a detailed engineering and architectural study would need to happen. Only then would those questions be addressed.”

Carl chimed in, “Guys, there’s another thing. While Tom’s wish is nice, the real question is, would this idea be supportable. Is there a market for something on these lines? I know folks that can begin to answer those questions.”

“Another question becomes, how can we structure a deal that will exceed Tom’s expectations? A deal that will fit his desires and long-term outlook, I believe he doesn’t need cash from the sale of the Inn. That opens other potentially interesting avenues. I have a piece of undeveloped property just off the Gulf Coast near a small town, Bird’s Nest. The property is around 200 or so acres and offers several real possibilities for development. At one time, I had thought about building a house there and moving there full time. But those plans have been put aside thanks to Kat. Now I plan to stay here for the foreseeable future. Tom wants to go south, well that’s south. Second, Tom is an active man; he will want to find things to keep him busy. Certainly, developing that property would keep him busy.”

Carl chimed in, “funny you mentioned that, Neil. Cathy and I have a place on the beach in the Carolina’s. It’s a nice beach house that we have enjoyed for years. But with the kids either grown-up or just about to fledge we think that we want to do something else. By the way, the house has about 75 acres of land around it. If that were part of the deal, Tom would have a place he could move to immediately.”

“Folks, it’s getting late, and I have bitch of a day tomorrow. Let’s do this; I’ll have our guy reach out to Tom’s attorney and layout our thinking on an offer and get his reactions.”

Both Charlie and Sandy nodded their heads in agreement. Cathy and Carl chimed in with their agreement. Flo jumped in, “Neil? Does this mean that my dream of having Kat nearby could happen?”

“Aunt Flo, this crazy old man of mine is well. Well, he is crazy; he takes dreams and makes them real. So yes. But know this, you better be ready to do a lot of babysitting in the future.”

“Kat!!! The more, the merrier. Now you two kids get to work!” Well, shit, that’s our marching orders.

Afterward, we headed to bed and fell into each other’s arms. We both mumbled that this had been a day but that tomorrow promised even more.

We lay tangled together into a knot of limbs tied together with my Kat sprawled over me. “OG? Is this all happening? I mean, the MFA has always been some kind of distant star that was an unreachable goal. Now, it might just happen. Dreams can happen. And well, wizards and their shaggy brown dogs do walk into a girl’s dream and sweep the girl away. Baby? Thank you.”

“Good morning, my dear man.” Those were the first words I heard as the skies warmed to the rising sun.

“Darling, I need to get in the office early this morning. But before I head off for all my meetings. I know that one of the big topics at the meeting and hell in the office will be our wedding. We haven’t talked about it a lot other than to say a week from Saturday at 2 is the day and time. I don’t know what you want, and of course, this is your show, your day. My original thoughts were that we would get married in our home. If that’s the way you want to go, then the maximum number of people we can have here is about twenty. I’m guessing Sally does the ceremony, and we could have a nice buffet reception here. What do you think?”

“Mister Man, ya did it again. So you want me to start thinking before coffee. You really are a loving shithead. Now move it, old man, get in and out of the shower and get dressed. I’m grabbing my new red robe, firing up the coffee pot, and getting my head in gear on this. Thank you, by the way, forgetting my pea brain off the interview later today.”

Fifteen minutes later, I wandered into the kitchen and found Katty camped out with pads of paper all around her as she gripped a cup of coffee. “All right now, Mister Dickweed. I’ve started laying things out this way. Of course, Aunt Flo and Uncle Herman as well Cathy and Carl, along with Sandy and Charlie, have to be here. Oh, Jack and Cindy from the bank. I have three old girlfriends from college I want here. Should we invite Cathy and Carl’s kids? Anyone from the firm that you want to invite? But regardless, we would be under twenty. How does that work with your thinking?”

“For certain, we should invite Fred and his wife, Carolyn. Fred and I founded the firm almost twenty-five years ago? I hooked up with him, so I could represent Carl after he won the Heisman.”

When I got into the office, Sally welcomed me back to the lion’s den. “Well, well. Look what the wind blew in if it isn’t the Old Goat himself. It looks like you are going to be Topic A at the meeting. Short and simple, your partners need you to make hard long-term commitments. Also, it seems the new client wants to meet with you and the folks in New York next Monday. I think you will want to go to New York Sunday night to have an easy start on Monday. These meetings will wrap on Wednesday afternoon. Otherwise, from what I gather, there aren’t any storm clouds on the horizon.”

“Thanks, Sally, for the heads up on New York. Yeah, I agree that going to New York on Sunday is a good idea. I expected nothing less from the partners, and I look forward to setting aside open questions. Toward that end, what do you have going for a week from this Saturday?”

“Nothing really; why?”

“Well, Kathleen and I will be getting married at 2 PM Saturday week, and we would like you to do the ceremony. That is if you are good with that? Also, my other plans have changed. I will be demanding that the team leads take on the leadership of their respective teams. Real simple, you get an assignment, you own it, you do it, then you come back with the results of your actions. In the past, I have put in 14 plus hour days. Katty will not allow me to do that. By the way, you are the very first in the office to know about the wedding.”

“On two levels, your marriage will be seen as coming out of the blue. And yes, I will be honored and delighted to do your wedding. Hell, Neil, a lot of folks here thought you were either gay or asexual. I’ve seen Katty’s pictures, and in a word, she is hot. I just don’t understand how or why she settled on an Old Goat like you.”

“Sally!”

“You know I have my sources, and I know what’s going on Old Goat. Anyway, welcome back, boss. I missed you being here and look forward to having you back. But most of all, I want to meet this amazing woman.”

“Sally, if the partner’s meeting goes as normal. We’ll wrap up after lunch. Have my team leads on standby for a brief meeting after the partner’s meeting to layout changes for the leads and what will be going forward. On the personal side, our intentions and desires are to have a small wedding. To answer a question that likely will float out there in the backs of some folks’ minds. No, Katty is not pregnant. Simply, she does not want a long engagement. The funny thing is, she has about as much patience as I do. Since we will be doing this at the condo, we will have to limit guests to around twenty or so.”

“All right, what’s next, Sally?”

“I think that neatly wraps up all the loose ends here and resolves the questions that people had about the future.”

As I walked into the conference room, almost all the eyes swung in my direction as I called out. “Good morning, the rumor is true. The Old Goat is back and even got a bath this morning.” As we all sat down at our respective chairs, my partners were all shaking their heads.

“Fred, if I may be allowed to clear the air and layout where I see going, both short and long term. As everyone knows, for the past year, I have been working towards becoming semi-retired. For a host of reasons, which I will get into, that is not viable. Quite literally, I stumbled on a new major client for the firm. Whose needs fit in areas of our strength, corporate governance, tax consulting and preparation, and reviewing international agreements. They will become a significant new client that will strengthen our portfolio. Next, as I assume you all know, it is almost inevitable that we will be going back into court to assist a client in getting a final judgment on their case. To date, we have been successful in all hearings, so I don’t believe that we will see a reversal. However, this could drag on for several years. Next, the Player’s Association’s contract runs out after the upcoming season. I am, as everyone knows, very close with and have personal contacts with their executive board, and of course, the association’s president and I are long-time personal friends. From everything I can see so far, these negotiations will be trying. Folks, this is not something new for us. We need to be ready for the press to camp outside our doors, looking for which way the wind is blowing.”

“Next, all of you, at one time or another, have said I need to work smarter, not harder. At last, I got the message. I am pushing down on to the team leads a greater degree of responsibility and autonomy. Simply said, you own it; you make it happen. After everything is done and settled, let me know what happened, and only then will we talk.”

“As if that wasn’t enough to chew on, I’m getting married. Yes, the Old Goat has fallen. We are planning a very small private wedding for immediate family and a few friends. We will, of course, be at the annual picnic, so you all may offer my bride your heartfelt condolences, which several of my alleged friends had already done. That should clear the air on my side. Any questions or concerns?”

Fred, who is the co-senior partner of the firm and one of my best friends, looked up and smiled as he began. “Well, now, it’s about time you moved into the current century. Jack Alexander called me after you left the bank in a state of shock. He and I had a bet going as to who would finally get you to walk the plank. Jack always figured you’d be a pity case that some old widow lady might take on. While me, I bet that there was no one out there that would put up with you. Well, it seems we both lost. The word out there is that sweet little kat came along and led the old goat off quite willingly. I guess stranger things have happened; I just don’t recall what.”

After lunch and on the way out the door, I called out, “hey Fred. Need to see you for a moment.”

“Sure, Old Goat, what’s up?”

I stood there and slowly shook my head, “Fred, you suck.”

“Well, thank you, I always wondered what I did.”

“Anyway, the wedding is set for a week from Saturday at 2 PM in our condo. I do hope you and your lovely wife will join us. I am going to tell both Jack and Charlie; you guys are welcome if you promise to be on your best behavior.”

“Oh hell no!!! I’ll toss in Carl too. We will all ride your ass for the pure pleasure of seeing you wiggle. Buddy, this is called payback. And you are way deep in the hole.”

As I walked back to my office, I was left to wonder what it’s like to have friends. Hell, any kind of friend. When I got back to my office, Sally stood there with her index finger extended towards the conference room’s door. This meeting is gunna be fun. But the upside is that I am heading out after this for a long weekend and taking my lady in hand.

I sat down with all my team leads and ran over the highlights of the partner’s meeting. I went on into the significant change that the team leads and their various members were fully responsible for their portfolio. Which I had done after each partner’s meeting; that way, they were in the loop.

That evening as I walked into the condo, Ru and his wagging tail assaulted me. Hello to you, Mister Rufus, who was not satisfied with a light pat to his head. He got the attention he demanded with a full head, ear, and neck scratching and petting. Damm dog, now can I go and find your wonderful mistress?

“Hey lady, how did it go for you?”

“Not fifteen minutes after you left, Hurricane Sandy blew in and ordered me to go get in and out the shower like now. Then get my skinny little ass dressed like a proper art student should be. Which of course meant jeans and a nice t-shirt. While I was in the shower, she flipped through my sketch pad and looked over what I would present to the committee that afternoon. Sandy wants all three of the studies if the committee doesn’t keep them.”

“With my pad tucked under her arm, we went downstairs and had a light breakfast. Then, she pulls me into the salon, where they do my hair and makeup. Sandy supervised the folks doing my makeup; she wanted to have eyes done so they would draw people to them. The funny thing was between you and Sandy that I didn’t have time to get butterflies in my tummy. Thank you, my man.”

“We got to UC about fifteen minutes early. Someone called me into the conference room, where I saw the committee’s three members who would decide if I was to be admitted to the program or not. I am standing in front of them; with that, I knew exactly how you feel when you face a judge and jury. One of them put their hand out for me to present my studies, which I did. They looked at them and then asked a few perfunctory questions. They told me that the listing of students to be admitted to the MFA program would be posted online at 10 AM tomorrow. So you know there is no way I am sleeping tonight.”

“All right, baby. What is to be is out of our hands. I do know exactly how you feel. Hell, I’ve waited endlessly for a jury to reach a decision. That wait is pure hell, not knowing. So, let’s do this. Get a pizza and crack open a couple of bottles of wine. Now, I have to go to New York Sunday night for meetings Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday with this new client. I will be home in time for dinner on Wednesday. You are going to be busy with wedding plans and all. If school happens, then that will be on your agenda as well.”

“What do you think of this? Regardless of what you hear tomorrow, you go with me Friday and spend the weekend in New York going to museums there? Come back here Sunday and get the ball rolling on everything. Does that work for you?”

“Yeah, and I want a Pizza Blanco? And we share only one bottle of wine between us, and not a three-liter bottle either!”

“Damm woman, you are a buzz killer. You know that?”

“No, I am not! I just don’t want you so wasted you can’t do anything else tonight. You get my drift, OG?”

“Babydoll, ain’t no way I’m going near a touch of wine tonight after that comment.” Sitting there smiling as l shake my head. “Kat, you are an amazing woman. At one moment, you are unfathomably complex, and the next moment as straightforward as an arrow in flight. But, you are the woman I love.” With that, I dragged Kat into our bedroom, and the both of us got quickly undressed and the hell with pizza.

“And you, Mister Man, you are mine. Now OG, you have something I need.” With that simple declaration, Kat wrapped my head in her arms as we melted into a long, slow kiss that made us both softly cry out. Reaching up, I slowly rolled her over on her back as my hands captured both of her breasts. At first, I was softly squeezing them back and forth, which brought out a series of cries, then biting one nipple, then the other. Stopping as I sat up and reaching down and taking her hands in one of my hands and pulling her hands over her head as l slowly tug and twist back and back forth on the pink balls of her nipples.

Then stopping a moment. “Do these belong to me?” My question only brought about a low moan. Then I slapped one then the other breast, going back and forth. This spanking brought about even more moans. Letting go of her hands. “Kat, roll over on your knees and elbows,” as I reached over to the bedside table and got out the lube. At first, slowly coating her offered puckered rose, then pressing some lube into the back passage. Lining up my hard cock head with the offered rose and slowly opening the passage to a chorus of cries as Kat called out, surrendering her ass to me. Taking her as mine once again. “Baby, reach down and rub your fat clit, so you cum with me.” Swatting that sweet ass to push my girl along harder and faster, so she cums with me. Together we exploded into a hard climax. That filled both of our passions in a massive explosion.

The next thing I can recall was hearing Kat in the car wash with the water running as she was moaning about how sore her ass was. Walking into the bathroom and watching her in the shower was a total turn-on. “Baby, are you a little sore back there?”

“I can not begin to tell how I loved how you took me last night, how we made love together. Shit, between you spanking my little titties and my ass, then you ramming that pole of yours in my ass, I am sore in new ways. In good ways.” Suddenly she was wrapping her arms around me, pressing into me. Holding my imp in my arms brought out a long slow growl.

I pushed her back slightly against the wall, “Kat! Wash my cock off with your washcloth.” A slow smile lit her face up as she began her task as I stood with my feet parted and my hands on my hips. She got the washcloth soapy, and she slipped to her knees started her mission of carefully washing my swelling cock. Then cleaning the soap away as she looked up with that dazzling impish smile. “Yes, little one, you may softly kiss the tip of my cock.” While she held me in both hands, her lips lightly danced across the head of my cock. “Are you ready to have that sweet little cunt of mine fucked hard this morning?”

“OH, hell, Yesss! I need that today more than any day before. Take me, for I am all yours, my wonderful OG.” Slowly she slipped back up and again wrapped her arms around my neck as one of her legs went around my waist. “Baby, fuck me hard. Fuck the devil out of me and take your woman!” Slowly Kat went over to the bathroom counter and jumped up on it, then leaned back against the mirror with her legs wide apart. “Baby, this empty cunt needs your hard cock deep in it. Fuck meee!”

Standing in front of this wanton little bitch as I lined up cock with the lips of cunt that cried out to be filled. Slowly feeding our desires and needs as I entered and claimed my willing woman, driving deep into her as l claimed my Kat as mine. Her cries changed to a long moan of passionate surrender. Once again, I took her, owning her as mine as I am her’s. Together once again, we waltzed along the Milky Way as we savored yet another climax together.

In a few moments, Kat’s eyes opened, “baby? That was the best; I’ve never felt as totally taken and owned as I do now. I so wanted that. OG, I need to taste our juices that cover your cock. Step back so I can kneel before my man and lick his cock clean. For I am all his. I’m your three-hole woman.” Stepping back as Kat slipped off the counter. Then she sank to her knees on the bathmat as once again she took my cock in her hands. At first, Kat lightly kissed the head of my cock again while looking up to find my eyes. Then slowly wrapping her lips around my shaft and pulling me into her mouth. My fingers wandered around the back of her head. Pulling her hair and guiding her up and down my cock.

“OHH, shit Kat. I’m going cum in your hungry mouth.” With that cry, I exploded again, filling her mouth with my cum. Taking my woman, my crazy three-hole woman. “Kat!!! You are incredible. How you do what you do.” Catching my breath. “My woman, how do you that?”

Slowly she stood up and looked around oh so innocently, “do what, honey? Make love with my OG?” Then she happens to look over at the clock in the bathroom and screams. “Do you know what time it is!! Five minutes and the posting will go up. I need to coffee and to get the computer fired up, you nasty old man. You did this on purpose, didn’t you? To keep me occupied until now!!! Thank you, baby!” With that, she flew out of the bathroom and dashed into the kitchen. Firing up the coffee pot, and flicked on the computer. Then running back to grab hold of her red robe, and off she flew while I slipped on a pair of shorts and a shirt and joined my girl. We stood together in the kitchen as we waited together for the top of the hour.

Standing together as we sipped our coffee holding our breath, then the screen refreshed. Then we saw the list of individuals who were to receive letters of acceptance. Halfway down the list was Kathleen Floyd (WF). We both looked at each other and asked, “what does (WF) mean?”

Into this state of confusion, Sandy called. “Congrats, Kat, on not only your acceptance into the MFA program but also as the recipient of the Willamson Foundation scholarship.”

“Sandy?” We both asked together.

“Kat, you will have a full-ride scholarship for the MFA, and you are to be a teaching assistant at UC working in the public schools teaching and demonstrating techniques to kids there.”

“Sandy??? Are you saying I will be teaching art in schools and doing the MFA at the same time? Are you fucking kidding me? Doing this is my total dream.”

“Kat, what you may not know is that UC has a program where you can do the MFA and at the same time get a Master’s in Education. Interested?”

“Both degrees at the same time? That’s insane.”

Kat stood in the kitchen, shaking her head as she cried. “Neil, how is this happening? Me? I am a lost foundling with no parents. I dreamed of a man on a white horse riding up and sweeping me away. Instead of that, I happen on to an old wizard and shaggy brown dog. The wizard looked over at me and asked if I wanted to go along the canal with a funny expression. Being the crazy girl that I am, I said yes. Besides, the wizard looked kinda harmless and, his dog is cute. So I went along on this crazy adventure. Neil, I am so scared. Can I really do this? Me? Can I live up to the expectations everyone has of me?”

“Kat, we had said something about going to New York for the weekend. Let’s stay home, hell the city will be there. OK?”

“Neil, I’m going to go and lay down for a while. All of this has my head spinning worse than ever. I can’t begin to say how my world has been tossed about and changed in ways I never could dream of.” With that, Kat retreated to the sofa and looked out towards the lake. Ru came over to her and lightly nuzzled her hand that was hanging down.

In a few moments, I put a light throw blanket across her legs that were rolling back and forth. Later in the afternoon, Kat got up and went into the bedroom, where she fell on the bed and went back to sleep.

I would often go into the bedroom and check on her. Hell, I was worried about her and what was going on. Eventually, I fell asleep in my old chair, looking out towards the lake, while Ru kept me company.

The next morning I was standing in the kitchen when a very sleepy-headed lady wandered in. “Good morning; how are you feeling?” Walking toward her as l held out a cup of coffee.

“I’m so tired and so overwhelmed by everything. These are all my dreams, and they are coming true. It just blows me away. Neil, you truly are a magical being. Yes, OG, you are a wizard.”

“Hey Kat? Do you want to see if we can find BFE today? What say we hop in the car and ride to the end of the road?”

“Let toss some clothes on. Oh? Can Ru come with us too?”

An hour later found the three of us going along a two-lane road. Where were we going? No idea. When we got there, we’d know that we were there. It was pleasant getting out and watching the countryside slip past the windows while Ru would nuzzle Kat now and then, which would get her to giggle and talk to him.

As we got back into town, I asked, “hun, do you want to pick up a sandwich for dinner?” Kat looked over toward me and nodded her head. “What kind of sandwich would you like?” That question got a bare shrug of her shoulders.

As was our routine on Sunday morning, I’d get up early and go downstairs and get bagels, lox, and cream cheese for us. When I got back to the apartment, I found Kat and Ru in a deep serious conversation. “Good morning. I come with gifts.” A smile met this comment.

“Neil, I’m sorry. Everything Friday just shorted out my brain. I know it will happen. But still, it blows me away. I’m not a princess, and this isn’t a fairy tale. Maybe folks don’t ride around on white horses, but for sure, some wizards make dreams come true. You’re going to New York this afternoon. What time are you leaving here? And I need to talk to Sandy this afternoon too.”