Chapter 6
Maria Wesley gazed at her body in the full-length mirror by her bed, pleased with nearly everything she saw. Her breasts were growing, if slowly, into the big, ripe spheres she wanted them to be, and her thighs were already molded perfectly, and the flesh as taut as piano wire.
She patted her belly, admiring its hardness, and followed the length of her legs to her feet. Her ankles were finely turned and her calves shaped perfectly. Her face she did not even bother considering, for she was well aware of how beautiful she was.
God, she was glad she did not forget to do her exercises every day. Her mother could go to a chubbiness if she wanted to, but she was going to remain hard and firm, supple and lean to the roving eye of those that wanted her.
She fingered her nipples, admiring the springy tightness of them, and gently caressed the lips that guarded her virginal passage. Nobody had been able to get in there as yet, and nobody would, until she was ready for them.
Whoever got in there first, she intended to make pay dearly for that right. She wasn't about to give it up to just any man or boy. Whoever was the man that took her virginity, had better be able to afford its price.
She smiled confidently at herself. She had her acting class tonight, a bitch that it was on her birthday, but she was going to have a little fun with it, nonetheless. She already had her young teacher, Mark Blyer wrapped around her finger, and she intended to get the lead role in his next production this year.
All in all, things were going quiet well. She knew she would have to put out a little bit for the part, not that he would demand it, but it would help. She could probably get by with a simple hand-job, she thought, but she intended to go all the way with a blow-job, just to sink her claws in a little deeper.
Men were such jerks, she thought, pulling on her panties, then adjusting them around her hips. They were almost as dumb as women, she mused. Almost as easily led as the poor, weak and helpless females she knew.
She slipped into her bra and smiled as she locked the clasp behind her back. She nodded with satisfaction at the picture she made in the mirror, breasts taut and up-lifted against the bra, cunt mound tight and molded at her panties.
Since that last time with her mother, things had been much easier around the house. Nora had come through with the money for the acting class, and did not give her as much trouble as before. Maria was well aware of the fact that her mother both feared and desired her, and it made her quite happy to have the woman twisted into such a state of mind. The bitch was certain to stay out of her way, now, for she had finally come to grips with the fact that Maria was not kidding around. She was going to use everything in her power to get where she wanted, and Nora was learning not to stand in her way.
As she pulled on her sweater and skirt, she checked her wrist watch and shook her head at the time. It was nearly eight, and she would have to get moving if she wanted to make the class on time.
She checked her wallet and found she did not have enough for a cab, so she quickly grabbed her purse and skipped down the stairs to the kitchen. Before she got there, she heard voices and a quiet, yet shrill scream escaping her mother's lips.
She burst into the room, just in time to see a tall, bearded and muscular man guiding her trembling mother to the kitchen table. Nora's face was white as a sheet and she was trembling violently as if shaken with extreme cold.
"What the hell is going on in here?" Maria hissed angrily. "Who are you?"
The man looked up, his face somehow familiar and smiled broadly. "Hey there, little Maria," he chuckled. "Is that any way to say hello to your daddy, now?"
For a brief instant, the words he spoke did not register in Maria's mind. Her eyes went to her mother, than back to the man, and she felt the blood rushing to her temples as she realized the meaning of what he had said.
"You're ... you're my father?" she whispered in total disbelief. "My old man?"
The tall, bearded man swept a seaman's cap off his head and bowed low. "That's right, me little darling," he cackled. "Your poor old dad has finally come home!"
Maria shook her head, backing away from the approaching man, steadily. She could not believe it, what's more, did not want to believe it. The last thing she wanted in the world right now, was a father to mess up her life.
A pained expression came over the man's face and he paused in mid-step. "What's the matter, darling?" he murmured softly. "Don't you want to give your daddy a big hug and a kiss?"
Quickly Maria glanced at her mother. "I'm going to be late," she hissed, coldly. "I need some money for a cab."
Jake Wesley glanced at his daughter, then at his wife, his eyes hurt and confused. It was hard for him to believe her reaction to his arrival, and his hand dug into his pants pocket for bills, almost without his knowing it.
He pulled a handful of money out and thrust it at her. "Here you go, honey," he whispered softly. "We'll talk later, when you get home."
Maria nodded coldly, almost, and then turned to her mother. "I don't know how late I'm going to be," she said, evenly. "A bunch of the kids might want to treat me to something after the class."
Dumbly, Nora nodded her head. "All right," she whispered. "I'll see you - we'll see you, when you get home."
Maria nodded and turned to her father. "I'm glad your back," she said, quickly. Then she turned and walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. She could feel their eyes following her, until she had shut the front door behind her.
On the steps of the porch, she held her arms tightly around herself to keep from shivering violently. Her father had come home, the news was devastating. Why, she wondered, now? Why come back at all? What could he want from them?
She had no feeling for him. To her, he had always been a faded picture on the mantle above the fire place, never a real, living being. She had no more affection for him, than a passing stranger in the street.
All he represented to her, was trouble. She did not know why he had come back, but just his mere presence was enough to worry her. She had just gotten to the point of being able to control her mother almost completely, now, with him around, she could sense her firm grip on the woman lessening already.
He's not going to screw up my plans, she thought grimly. He's not going to come between me and what I want. She shook her head violently, as if responding to someone who was talking to her, ordering her around.
"No," she whispered savagely. "No, I won't take it from anyone, not anyone at all!"
She stepped down into the street, her mind working swiftly as she rolled all the possible problems over inside her brain. She had to get a handle on this as soon as she could, she realized, before the man upset her carefully laid plans completely.
She was smiling determinedly as she flagged down a cab and slipped into the back seat. She would triumph in the end, she was certain. No one could beat her, no one could control her wants and desires. After all, no one had been able to so far, had they?
As the door shut behind her daughter, Nora turned and gazed at her husband. "How do you like her?" she asked, bitterly. "An adorable child, humm?"
Jake Wesley shook his head, smiling weakly. He sat down at the table and took one of his wife's hands into his own big, gnarled paws. "She'll be all right," he said, quietly. "Soon as she gets to know me."
Nora shivered and sighed, pulling her fingers from his. "Don't be so sure, Jake," she grunted coldly. "She's turning into something I hadn't expected: a calculating bitch that I cannot understand."
Her husband nodded then whispered softly. "You haven't changed, Nora," he sighed. "You're still as good and decent as ever."
His wife snorted. "You're dreaming, Jake," she muttered. Her eyes locked on his and her gazed narrowed. "Tell me, why have you come back, anyway? What do you want here after all these years?"
"I came back for you," he said, evenly. "Came back for both of you, now."
"To do what, Jake?" she growled. "To be a husband again, to be the father you never were?"
He winced as if she had struck him. "I realize I blew it," he whispered. "I know I've hurt you badly, both of you."
"Do you, Jake, do you really know?" she hissed, savagely. "Do you know what it's like living for years in an empty loneliness, do you know that?"
He nodded. "I've been empty and lonely, too, Nora," he whispered. "I've been working and living in a world of darkness ever since I left. Seeing you brought the light back into my life again."
"What do you want, God damn it," she snarled. "You come back here, smiling as if you had just stepped out for some ice cream, rather than left for nearly sixteen years, and you expect me to shout for joy?"
She shook her head, savagely, gasping as the pain and suffering tore at her heart. "You deserted me, Jake, when I needed you the most," she sobbed. "I wish I could hate you, I really, really do, you bastard!"
Jake Wesley listened to his wife's voice condemning him, and his heart beat savagely in his chest. He had expected this, had prepared for it, but he had not been able to know how badly it would hurt to endure her rage and bitterness.
"I've got it, now, darling," he whispered urgently. "Got my own ship. Not much, not a lot, but I make very, very good money. We don't have to be stuck here anymore! We can go anywhere we want!"
Nora gazed at her husband with the fierce and blazing anger roaring in her eyes. In front of her, the man she had wept over, yearned for was sitting, alive and in the flesh, nearly begging her to take him back.
Many times in the past she had thought of this moment, had yearned to spurn his affections, to send him racing from the house under the impact of her rage. She did not expect to feel herself crumpling into tiny pieces before him.
She turned away from him, then and raced out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her bedroom. She locked the door behind her and fell across her bed, sobbing wildly in anguish.
She could hear him rattling the door knob, begging, then demanding to be let in. She screamed at him to leave her alone, then screamed again in terror as he slammed a big, heavy boot against the door and broke it open.
He came over to the bed and pulled her roughly into his embrace. "God damn you, Nora Skarne," he hissed. "You drive me crazy, I've thought about you every night for fifteen years, I won't let you dismiss me, now!"
His mouth came down hard over hers and she squealed in fear and shock as she felt his hard, sensual mouth kissing her so roughly. His lips moved over hers, greedily, and she moaned as she felt his hands locking tightly around her slender shoulders.
"You love me, I know you do," he hissed almost brutally. "And I can't stand to live without you anymore, damn it!"
"Let me go, Jake, damn it, let me go," she hissed, twisting and turning in an effort to free herself. "I don't want you touching me, I don't!"
But just as he would not free her, she felt her own body growing more and more fevered by his hungry kiss and urgent embrace. She felt his lips roaming over hers, greedily, kissing her with more passion than she had known in years, and she could not help feeling herself surrendering to the demands of his greedy mouth.
Not since he had left her, had she felt such a passion building for anyone. Not since he last kissed and embraced her like this, had the lust that was beginning to boil in the depths of her loins been so fevered and intense.
She began, suddenly to realize the awesome power of her wanting him, and the reason she was so compelled by the touch and caress of her daughter's body. She was of Jake, a part of him, and the passion she felt with Maria, was directly related to this man, that she had missed more terribly than she had ever realized.
She felt her body relaxing, her mouth becoming more pliant and responsive to his, and she groaned as his tongue pushed its way between her teeth and began to search, greedily, for her own.
She shivered as his kiss became more frenzied and demanding. Lovingly, she entwined her moist, warm spear around his own and began to mash her mouth against his in a fevered response to his attack.
"God damn you, Jake Wesley," she moaned. "I missed you so much, you bastard! I wanted you so badly, you son of a bitch!"
"Jesus, I know, I know," Jake moaned, quietly, pulling her tightly to his big, broad chest. "Every time I was near another woman, I could think only of you, see only your face, my darling Nora! Only yours!"
She shuddered as his hand slithered down over her spine and began to caress the firm, ripe swell of her buttocks, through her robe. She felt his other hand, urgent and demanding, then, tugging frantically at the sash that held her garment shut.
The robe parted, revealing her body, clad only in the sheer, clinging nightgown she had beneath it. He sighed heavily as he pushed the robe over her shoulders and gazed, hungrily, at her firm, taut body.
"Just as beautiful as ever," he moaned. "Just as alluring and enticing as the last time I saw you! God, I want you so much!"
His mouth buried itself against the crook of her neck, while his hands slithered under the hem of her gown. She gasped in delight as she felt his fingers gripping her damp, inner thigh, and kneading the soft, round globe of one breast.
She shuddered as she felt his rough, yet tender palm pressing tightly against her nipple, rubbing gently at the expanding nugget, until the taut button was throbbing with a delicious, tingling sense of pain and pleasure beneath the kneading hand.
"Ohh, God, Jake, yes, I missed it so much, yes," she groaned, unable to do more than whisper fiercely. "Oh, Darling, ohh, I've wanted you so much, so very much!"
As his fingers kneaded and massaged her aching globe, his thumb and forefinger pinching the tight nub of her nipple between them, his free hand wandered hungrily over the creamy flesh of her inner thighs.
She sighed contentedly as she felt the tips of his fingers brushing against her vaginal lips. The tender petals quivered delightfully in response and the heat and dampness began to flow at once from her fevered passage.
"God, Jesus, yes," he sighed as he felt the baking warmth of her love seeping from between her luscious lips, and the stickiness of her cunt juice coating his fingertips. "Ahh, so warm and ready, always so warm and ready, my love!"
Frantically, now, Nora began to unbutton his shirt, tearing at the buttons almost in a frenzy. She pushed the garment off his shoulders and moaned as his hands left her body for a brief instant, then returned when he had discarded the garment.
She ran her palms over his broad, hairy chest and felt his heart beating powerfully in his chest. She allowed her nails to slice through his flesh as she rode them down his body, and listened, with pleasure, to his grunt of need when her soft, warm digits reached his lap. Behind his jeans, she could feel his cock growing steadily, expanding rapidly into the thick, long pole it would become. Already she could feel the harsh throbbing of it through the coarse material of his jeans and she kneaded the growing tool, anxiously between her fingers.
He shuddered violently as she massaged his prick and ran his lips greedily over the flesh at the base of her throat. She felt his tongue licking and stabbing at her neck and his teeth nibbling on her skin, hungrily.
"You still taste delicious," he groaned, shuddering as she ran the zipper down on his jeans, suddenly. "God, you still taste better than the sweetest champagne they could ever make!"
She laughed softly and thrust her hand inside of his jeans, curling her fingers suddenly around his throbbing manhood. Jake groaned in delight, bucking uncontrollably as she gripped and squeezed his aching tool.
She felt the hot, throbbing blood tearing through the rod as she pulled it from the confinement of his jeans and she thrilled to the violent and spasmodic quaking of the weapon against her palm.
She loved how the huge, thick prong beat steadily at her clutching fingers, a nearly rhythmic pulsating power tearing through it relentlessly. She gazed down at the shaft, then, her eyes moist with pleasure and delight and cooed lovingly as she stroked the fevered head of his meat with the tips of her fingers.
"Ummm, so hard and hot, my love," she whispered erotically. "So big and strong! I love it, Jake, God, how I love it!"
She gripped the prong tightly in her fist and the man shuddered violently as the pleasure of her squeezing fingers sent harsh, agonizing waves of delight tearing through his meat. He felt her gently slithering the tips of her fingers over the throbbing helmet of his tool, and the spasms of pleasure that tore through him made him weak with need.
Gently, she rolled and turned her fingers up and down the length of his shaft, and cupped her free hand beneath the taut, hairy bag that held his throbbing balls. He gasped thickly as she gripped the throbbing sack, and the stinging passion grew more intense in his flesh as she began to knead his bag in a greedy manner.
"Jesus, damn, so good," he muttered in a strained, taut voice. "God, so good, baby, ohh, Nora, so damn good!"
Anxiously, his own hands began to explore the moist, warm entrance to her cunt. He rubbed her vaginal lips briskly back and forth between his thumb and forefinger, delighting in the way the tender, slippery petals seem to grow swollen with excitement.
Her cunt was pouring out heat and lubricant, now, and he teased the sweet, taut button of her clit with his thumb, making her jerk violently as the harsh, hot waves of need raced from the twitching nugget to the base of her aching pit.
His caress was urgent and greedy, now, filled with the fierce demand that rose up from his tortured loins and spread throughout his flesh. Hungrily, he moved his lips down to the tops of her luscious breasts and began to kiss the spongy, warm globes with a greedy wanting.
She felt his tongue rolling about her nipple, flicking the taut, rosy pebble back and forth, anxiously. She sobbed as the fierce and consuming lust raced along the length of her mounds and pounded savagely in the flesh of her inner cave.
It had been ages since she had felt this complete in love-making, ages since a man had had this kind of effect on her, and her lungs burned from the effort of breathing, while her cunt seemed to be tingling under the attack of a thousand stinging darts of absolute ecstasy.
She felt him easing two fingers inside of her channel and at once, the throbbing grew more powerful and demanding in her cave, and her sobs and quiet screams of pleasure rose involuntarily from her throat.
She gasped as he twisted and turned his fingers along the taut, wet tunnel of her pussy, forcing them deep inside the hot, wet sleeve. When he had buried his fingers to the hilt inside of her, he began to flick them back and forth against her inner walls, and the breathless, dizzying sensations began to overwhelm her.
Her cunt walls undulated wildly around the plunging spears. He pumped them rhythmically in and out of her, then, slowly twisting and turning them against her aching inner flesh as he went along.
Each stroke that his fingers took sent the harsh, boiling fury tearing through her flesh, and she gripped his prick even more intensely in her hand, pounding her fist up and down on it, brutally.
In her other hand, his balls were pounding fiercely and she rolled the hard, pulsating sack over her knuckles, pinching and kneading the quaking nuts between her fingers, with an increasing passion.
"Ohh, baby, lover, darling, yeah," the man moaned. He moved his body frantically about the bed, pushing and tugging on his jeans until he had slid them off his legs and they were crumpled in a heap on the floor.
He slid closer to her on the bed, then, his hands returning to her breasts and cunt, while his mouth began to lick and stab at one soft, quivering globe. She sighed, happily as she felt the stabbing arrow lashing at her pert, pink nugget.
"Ooh, yes, Jake, God, that feels nice," she moaned. "Ummm, darling, suck it, suck on my breasts, now, yes!"
Hungrily, the man gathered the hard, rosy button between his teeth and began to roll it back and forth, ruthlessly. He lashed at the imprisoned pebble savagely with his tongue, and the shocking waves of stinging delight that tore through her flesh, made Nora squeal in ecstasy.
She pumped her hand steadily up and down on his cock, twisting and turning the huge prong as she massaged the throbbing pole. She loved how it seemed to expand more and more, and grow hotter and hotter as the boiling blood engorged it.
The sense of power and demand she felt in his flesh was truly compelling and delightful to her, and she shut her eyes tightly, lying on the bed in almost total surrender to his passionate greed.
His hands were pushing her thighs far apart, then, and his mouth traveling swiftly down over her belly. She gasped as she felt his tongue suddenly lashing at her clit, while his fingers pumped briskly in and out of her hot, steaming tunnel.
The trembling fire that was raging in her loins seemed to be consuming her, for she could hardly see any longer, through the blinding mist of pleasure she was experiencing. She rolled about the bed under his hands and mouth, her body alive in every nerve ending, searing with the flame of wanton need he was creating in her flesh.
He rode his tongue wildly around the rim of her cunt mouth, flicking and stabbing the harsh, scraping spear at her tender clit. The sting of his attack thrilled her to the point of screaming, and she shuddered violently under the lashing assault.
"Ohh, God, Jake, that's it, that's it," she moaned. She thrust her cunt up hard against his mouth and shivered as she felt his tongue slithering into her boiling pit. "Yes, darling, ohhh, Jesus, yes, yes, yes!"
Jake's fingers were kneading and caressing her buttocks cruelly by this time. She felt the thrill of them digging deep into her spongy half moons, kneading and massaging her flesh with more passion than she had ever dreamed of.
As he pulled her cunt tight to his face, she felt the harsh, searing heat of her passion reaching a point of explosion in her loins, and she pounded her hand savagely against the thick, long tool it held.
Her thumb scraped back and forth across the smooth, hot surface of his tool and she squeezed his balls tightly in her palm. He jerked involuntarily as another stabbing spasm of ecstasy tore through his balls, and his tongue began to lash at the wet, warm walls of her pussy with a frenzied greed.
As she lay thrashing beneath him, Nora did not know how much more of this fierce and demanding pleasure she could endure. Her whole body was alive with lust, a seething, almost painful desire that was totally overwhelming her.
She pumped her hand ruthlessly up and down on his cock, feeling her cunt walls expanding and contracting under the hungry assault of his tongue. Her inner flesh was alive with the need for him, and she could think of little else in that moment, but having that huge, hot pole inside of her as quickly as possible.
Anxiously, she began to pull on his tool, yanking hard, in a desperate attempt to force it down toward her pussy. Her free hand gripped his thick, black hair and she tugged hard on the strands, whispering in a taut, agonized tone of voice.
"Ohh, God, Jake, now, I need you now," she gasped, wildly. "Ummm, inside me, darling, please, put it in me now, damn you, now!"
His tongue rode in and out of her fiercely, licking and stabbing at every inch of her hot, dripping walls. He could feel the luscious sleeve quaking around his darting spear, undulating with more and more intensity. He knew that in a few moments, she would be beyond herself in the grip of her lust. He could tell that she would soon be writhing in the throes of her ecstasy, and he quickly pulled his head from her mound and kissed his way back up over her belly and breasts.
Hungrily she guided him over her thighs, then, drawing his shaft swiftly to her hot, quivering mound. She moaned fiercely as she felt the thick, hard head of his shaft rubbing against the wetness of her cunt petals.
She moaned softly and pulled hard on his tool, wedging it between the quivering lips. She felt him rocking back and forth between her lovely limbs, slowly inching his way into the creamy warmth of her aching tunnel.
As the huge head of his shaft penetrated her cave, she sobbed with a near-scream of ecstasy. Her cunt muscles locked around the invading helmet, greedily and she flexed them hungrily around the plunging spear to urge him on.
Slowly, he rode his cock into her cunt, gasping as he felt the wet, gripping walls locking against his tool. The rumbling excitement that was pounding in her loins made his flesh burn with need, and he sobbed quietly in total ecstasy, as he buried his weapon to the hilt in her eager chamber.
"Jesus, baby, Nora, so good," he murmured, his voice strained and broken with passion. "So nice to be inside you, baby, so damn nice!"
Her cunt was locked fiercely around his tool, then, and beating frantically against the buried prong. He could feel the warm, gripping flesh kneading him intently, and the feverish pounding of his own flesh was almost a torture in its ecstasy.
He dug his hands under her buttocks and gripped the soft, warm half moons harshly. She moaned as she felt his strong, powerful digits gripping her spongy buns, kneading the tender flesh with a fierce, yet tender greed.
"Ohh, Jake, fuck me, fuck me hard, please," she murmured softly. "Ummm, give it to me, darling, hard and fast like I remember it! Hard and fast, please!"
Jake Wesley laughed abruptly as he felt his wife's vaginal muscles kneading his cock, savagely. Slowly he withdrew from her steaming channel, twisting and turning against her inner walls until he was almost all the way out of her.
With just the head of his tool still in the grip of her burning sleeve, he thrust forward violently, and listened to her scream of delight as he buried the throbbing, vicious prong deep inside her once more.
Eagerly, she thrust her cunt up to meet the plunging shaft and shivered as he pinned her against the mattress. She felt the hot, angry blood forcing the prick to throb savagely against her inner flesh, and the sensation of his filling her cunt completely, made her flesh tingle with delicious excitement.
Ruthlessly, now, he began to pump his meat in and out of her damp, taut channel, with increasing rhythm and force. Every stroke that he took was more frenzied than the last, and the wild, careening need that was consuming the two of them, began to rage out of their control.
Their bellies met and parted with loud, ringing slaps, and the sound of their cries of delight rang loudly in their ears. Their nostrils were filled with the luscious odor of their passion and they both shuddered involuntarily as the tremors of bliss and ecstasy raced through them.
Harder and faster Jake Wesley drove his manhood into his wife's eager channel. He pumped in and out of her wildly, hugging her buttocks with his fingers, pulling her hot, wet pit ruthlessly to his cock.
Again and again the plunging shaft filled her trembling inner cave, and the woman felt the searing approach of her climax roaring through her flesh. She sobbed in aching passion, throwing herself against him fiercely, and shivered under the approach of the climax she had waited for. "Ohh, God, Jake, I'm going to come," she moaned, her voice completely broken with need. "Ummm, darling, going to come, come now so damn good at last!"
Jake felt her inner walls undulating violently around his tool and he sensed the savage explosion building in her loins. He ground his belly hard against hers, feeling the on-rush of her passion sweeping suddenly across his aching shaft.
She thrashed uncontrollably beneath him as the orgasm tore through her. She dug her nails into his shoulders, thrusting her belly hard against his own, surrendering completely to the powerful greed that was at last being satisfied.
As the woman twisted and turned under his plunging manhood, Jake felt his own greedy wanting reaching a moment of savage ecstasy. The fierce, unrelenting pleasure was tearing through his balls, and the hot come suddenly exploding from his sack.
He sobbed as the vicious spurts of steaming fluid pumped from his cock, splashing hotly against her inner flesh. He groaned, burying the bursting weapon deep in her pit, holding cruelly to her buttocks, then.
"God, yeah, ohhhh, Nora, coming so fucking good," he moaned. He twisted and turned his spurting cock against her inner sleeve, the exquisite agony totally overwhelming him, then. "Coming, baby, yeah, I'm coming better now than ever before!"
She held to him savagely, grinding her belly against his eagerly. She felt the pumping pressure of his release joining the tingling excitement of her own, and the sheer rapture of their orgasms made her feel weak and dizzy with relief.
They lay on the bed, quaking violently as the last, lingering waves of pleasure rippled through their loins. His pounding manhood was still deep inside of her, and she was feeling a peace and contentment that she had not experienced in years.
She kissed his shoulder lovingly, riding her nails up and down the length of his spine. He shivered with the tingling delight of her caress and sighed deeply as he kissed her tear-stained cheek.
"I'm home, baby, I'm really home," he promised tenderly. "We'll never be apart again, I swear it, never!"
She moaned, feeling the warmth of her lingering passion still rippling inside of her cave, as his cock lay trembling deep in her pit. The image of her daughter's face came racing into her mind, and she sobbed with guilt and regret.
It didn't matter then, however, what had happened. It was a new beginning, now, she thought. Everything could change. She kissed his lips, affectionately, and sighed with absolute peace.
"You couldn't have returned at a better time," she told him, honestly. "Believe me, darling Jake, you couldn't have come back to me any better."