Author: Madame Ovary
Title: The Adventures of Carly and Ginger
Part: 10
Summary: Carly and Ginger are best friends.  This is 
the story of their coming of age and all the 
adventures they share.
Keywords: fsolo, ff, mf, mf+, Mf, Mf+, FF, cons, rom, 
inc


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Synopsis:
Best friends Carly and Ginger are in their early teens 
when they discover their love for each other.  With 
the risk of getting caught by family increasing every 
day, they find an old house in which to more privately 
carry out their affair.  
Over time, they invite Carly?s brother Bobby to join 
in, not realizing that their involvement with him will 
lead to a three-way love affair.  
Then an older man, a gentle widower who eventually 
befriends them, finds out about the (now) teens.  Soon 
our two lovely young ladies and he become involved.  
This book was actually my first completed adult story, 
and is a very humble attempt at paying homage to the 
very famous ?The Adventures of Me and Martha Jane?, 
written by Santos J. Romeo.  Mr. Romeo?s book moved me 
so much that I was compelled to begin writing adult 
fiction after years of only wanting to.  
After his wonderful novel, I just knew I had to try my 
hand at a full-length book filled with poignant 
romance, the fears that go along with an underage, 
illicit, and incestual (at times) affair, and of 
coming of age.
It is a book that shows true love can endure, even if 
that love goes against the norm. 


The Adventures of Carly & Ginger

By Madame Ovary
January 2015 



Chapter 49:  Graduation
  
I need to take the time at this point to say that just 
because now that both sets of parents "knew" about Gin 
and me, that didn't mean that as time went on that we 
started to act cozy or like lovers would behave in 
front of them.  We respected them even more now 
because of the way they had handled our situation, and 
if it were possible we loved them even more, too.  
Because of that, Gin and I never showed any signs of 
overt affection between us in front of any of the four 
of them.  We had agreed on that, and felt that it was 
no sacrifice at all to "maintain our cool" in front of 
them at all times.  We knew there would come a day 
when they would see us be affectionate toward each 
other, but we both felt that now was way too soon, and 
besides, we were still living under their roofs!  We 
felt right about that decision and for us, it was not 
a hardship in the least.

We didn?t know at the time that our parents had talked 
to each other about us in secret about us needing a 
car at college and what to do about it.  On the night 
we graduated from High School, we came home to that 
new car.  The four of them took us out to eat for our 
celebration dinner and said they?d been having a lot 
of problems deciding what to do for us for graduation 
presents.  Both of us had previously said that money 
would be helpful at college, but that?s as far as the 
subject went at dinner and it left Gin and me 
mystified as to what was going on.  We all rode home 
to my house afterward, and it looked like someone was 
there ahead of us.  We wondered if Bobby had come home 
unannounced to see us, but it wasn?t his car.  This 
was a bright yellow VW Beetle, and it was really cute.  
We all got out of our cars and walked up to the house.  
I said ?I wonder who?s here??  Our parents waited for 
us to walk up to the car and stood there looking at us 
with silly grins on their faces.  My Dad finally 
called out; ?check it to see if it?s locked!?  We 
looked at him sideways but went ahead and opened the 
driver?s side door and onlt then noticed a card taped 
to the steering wheel.  It was addressed to Ginger and 
me.  ?NO WAY!?  I said, tearing the card off the 
steering wheel.
By then Gin was squealing and I was jumping up and 
down, and all four of our parents were laughing.  I 
couldn?t help but notice that both our Mom?s had tears 
in their eyes, and that?s when mine started falling.  
?Why don?t you get it and start her up?? Gin's Dad 
offered.  ?The keys are under the drivers mat!?
I told Gin to get in and start it up and I went around 
to the passenger side.
?THIS IS SO COOL!? Gin squealed, and I was laughing 
out loud.
My Dad came over to the car and I rolled down my 
window for him.
?You ladies be careful out there tonight and be home 
by?HEY HON?? he yelled at Mom.  What time you want 
them home tonight, in about 15 minutes or so??  They 
all had a good laugh at that one and we just looked at 
each other and rolled our eyes.
?Be home by 11 tonight, please?? he said.
I looked at Gin and whispered; ?get out for a sec with 
me!?.
We got out and ran to our parents, crying for joy.  We 
hugged and thanked everyone, and then making sure we 
had our purses with us, we took off into the evening!

It was a truly memorable night, and Gin and I were so 
excited we couldn?t think straight.  All night we just 
babbled on and on about everything and nothing, we 
took turns driving, and in general we just felt so 
grown up, and we had a blast!  And the car was so cute 
and so fun!
Eleven o?clock came around way too quickly, and as we 
went by Gin?s house we noticed that her parents car 
was gone, so we went to my house and that?s where we 
found everybody, waiting up for us and drinking beer 
and wine and playing cards.  They sounded so happy as 
Gin and I stood outside in the dark listening.  We 
smiled and hugged each other and had a quick kiss 
there on the front porch, then went inside, all 
smiles.  
?Well, I see you didn?t total it!?  My dad yelled, 
then looked seriously at us as we walked into the 
kitchen and said, ?you didn?t total it?right??  
?Oh, Steve!?  My Mom chided him as Gin?s Dad was 
laughing right along with mine. 
With a perfectly straight face I said ?No of course 
not, Daddy!  But two of the tires went flat for some 
reason and we drove the last 10 miles home on them?was 
that OK??
His mouth dropped, then he caught on, and reached out 
and swatted me on the ass.  My Mom mouthed ?good one!? 
with a thumbs-up to me and we shared a smile and a 
wink.  
Gin and I pulled up extra chairs and sat talking with 
them as they finished their game.  They probably 
wished we?d go away as we were still so excited that 
they couldn?t concentrate very well on the game for 
all the babbling Gin and I were doing!
When the game was over, Gin?s Dad said they did have 
one matter of business to discuss with us about the 
car, and then it magically quieted down in the room 
all of a sudden.  We got nervous then for a second.
They said that the car was in both family names, and 
that as long as Gin and I were still going ?steady?, 
as they put it, the car would stay with us, but if we 
?broke up? then the car would have to be sold.  We 
said that was no problem whatsoever!
Then they said that both of us had to keep a minimum 
of a 3.5 grade point average at school.  If we did 
that then they would pay the insurance and give us a 
gas allowance besides.  By now we were tearing up.  A 
3.5 GPA was nothing for Gin and me!  We could do that 
with our eyes closed!  They said we were responsible 
for taking it to the nearest VW dealer to get the 
maintenance done on a regular basis, and then they 
would pay the bill.  
Both sets of parents admitted this whole thing was a 
win-win for everyone, as they got to split the very 
large expense of a vehicle, otherwise they each would 
have had to buy one, plus we both got a cool and much 
newer car out of the deal!  They said they weren?t 
going to go into the whole ?take good care of it, or 
else!? speech because they knew we would and besides, 
we knew the consequences would be severe if we didn?t!  
They did warn us that any tickets we got would be on 
us to cover, and that if they ever found out we were 
drinking and driving, we?d lose the car that same day.
Those were all conditions that Gin and I would have 
expected, and we both said they were more than fair, 
and that they wouldn?t have anything to worry about!
With that done, they dealt out another hand of cards 
and started talking again.  Very conversationally and 
in an offhand way, my Mom asked us where we?d be 
staying tonight, and we said we?d sit up with them if 
that was OK, and then decide!
They all seemed pleased with that, and Mom broke out 
another bottle of wine for her and Peggy, and even 
poured a glass for Gin and me, too.
All in all it was a wonderful night, one that Gin and 
I will never forget.  Our first car!  And everyone was 
getting along so well!  Our hearts soared, and it 
seemed to Gin and me that they accepted us now as a 
couple, and that the past deceptions we had committed 
were buried sins.  Gin and I were so happy that night, 
and we just knew it was a night that would set the 
tone for our last summer at home, and you know what?  
It did!



Chapter 50:  Our Last Summer at Home

Gin and I took summer jobs at the same store that last 
summer at home, and got the same work hours, to boot!  
Better still, we managed to save almost every penny 
for the eight weeks we kept those jobs, except for gas 
money, that is!  The rest was to be our nest egg for 
the coming year?our ?mad money? for the extras we 
didn?t feel right bothering our parents about.
Gin and I saw each other every day that summer.  Each 
day, work was a fun distraction, and then each we took 
turns with dinners, having them at my house one night, 
then at her house the next.  We started feeling like 
adults, and there was a noticeable difference in our 
relationships with our parents.  There were a lot more 
laughs and hugs and long talks.  Our folks did cook-
outs a lot more, and we all went out to eat once a 
week, and sometimes to a movie as well.  
Gin and I never felt like we didn?t have a life 
between us, and truth be told, we wished that summer 
had never ended!  It was such a relief and a feeling 
of freedom to have ?our secret? out in the open with 
them, and then to feel their love and acceptance 
through it all! 
As far as college was concerned, we had already 
managed to secure the same dorm room for our entire 
first year, and so we?d have it all to ourselves, a 
luxury we could only dream about!  Our favorite song 
became ?Wouldn?t It Be Nice? by the Beach Boys, and we 
played it constantly on the cassette player in our 
Beetle as we sang the words together!  We knew we?d 
really have to work hard and not let our ?love life? 
interfere with our ?school life?.  We also knew we?d 
be taking many of the same classes so that was a 
tremendous advantage for us! 
Gin and I had endless talks about college and life in 
general with our Moms, picking their brains for 
tidbits of wisdom we filed away for future use.
At one point when it was just Gin and me and our Mom?s 
alone together, we had a frank discussion about being 
lesbians.  It seemed awkward at first, but then we all 
grew more relaxed as the conversation was kept light.  
The one question we couldn?t answer was ?didn?t we 
think we?d miss having children??  Truth be told, Gin 
and I thought we had a plan for that, but we were 
going to wait until we?d graduated, and then some.  It 
was at that talk that Gin?s Mom Peggy told my Mom 
about having a crush on a girl and being tempted to 
have a relationship with her, and then my Mom freaked 
everyone out by saying that she did have a 
relationship with another girl that lasted a few weeks 
during her early college years!  
Connie had said;  ?I thought she and I loved each 
other, but back then the pressure was so intense 
against gays, and if you were a lesbian, you were 
truly looked at like a freak and a terrible sinner.  
She broke it off with me when I started getting cold 
feet, and went on to be with another girl.  She shook 
her head, ?And right then I decided I wanted to have 
children and a more ?normal? life, so I never did it 
again.  But I still can remember how powerful and 
magical it was for those few weeks we were together.?  
She looked at Gin and me.  ?So I do understand the 
attraction, girls.  More than you could have known.?
Somehow Mom sharing that secret with us gals was 
priceless to me.  She did have a ?taste? of what this 
kind of love was like, and she remembered how powerful 
it had been for her.  Gin and I talked about that 
later, and were not only surprised it had happened to 
her too, but that she had shared it with us.  Before 
we left for college, I told her how much her sharing 
that with us had meant to us.  She smiled and hugged 
me.  ?I really do understand the love you young ladies 
feel, Carly, but I also know the struggle you?re in 
for will be infinitely smaller than the one she and I 
would have had to live with.  And?as much as I liked 
the softness of the intimacy, I have come to realize I 
like what a man has between his legs just a little 
more!?  We laughed together, and only talked a few 
more minutes on the subject, and that was the last 
time we ever brought it up. 

We managed to visit our apartment a few times during 
those last eight weeks, but it felt lonely and 
different, and we felt out of place there now.  It was 
like we?d come to outgrow it, somehow.  We found a 
letter from Henry on the desk at our apartment shortly 
after graduation.  It had two $1,000 checks in it for 
our graduation.  We cried over that one, and 
immediately mailed him a letter telling him how much 
we appreciated his generosity.  We also sent him a 
picture of Gin and me standing beside our new VW, all 
smiles.  We told him how much we missed him and then 
mentioned that the old apartment just wasn?t the same 
anymore without him.  We said we?d be moved out of it 
by early August, but would have to leave the mattress 
up there, as it was too much for us to handle.  We 
thanked him again for everything and wished him and 
Jill his fiancee, all the best in the future.  We 
signed it ?with all our love?.
We never knew how he knew, but Henry would never 
forget our birthdays, and always sent us a $100 dollar 
bill on them, telling us to treat each other to a nice 
birthday dinner out on the town or something like 
that.  Then, when we?d least expect it, there would be 
flowers delivered to our dorm room (or later to our 
house) for us both to enjoy, and they never failed to 
bring tears to our eyes, especially when we thought of 
his words to us about flowers and the giving of them.  
We?d finally been able to pry his birth date out of 
him, and always sent him very nice cards for that with 
new pictures of us.  We continued to mail our cards 
and letters and pictures of us to the PO Box address 
back in Centerville over the years that followed, 
sharing our challenges, victories, and other good news 
with him and always wishing him well.  In one letter 
we got while we were sophomores, Henry told us that 
he?d finally been able to sell his old house in 
Centerville.  We?d let him know years later that 
whenever Gin and I went home to visit, we drove by his 
old place and then drove back through the alley slowly 
to see the old garage.  After we got the letter saying 
he?d sold it, we noticed that the people who?d bought 
it seemed to be doing a nice job of fixing it up, and 
we were glad to see that.  Both of us would have given 
anything to see inside our old apartment just one more 
time though.
We wrote him at least twice a year, and his letters 
and the cards to us on our birthdays and at Christmas 
never stopped.  Once in a blue moon, he?d send us a 
picture of himself alone or sometimes with his wife 
Jill.  They looked very happy together.  He obviously 
knew where we lived, but we never knew much more than 
the town where he?d told us he lived back then, and 
the PO box he kept in Centerville.  We never pried 
into his life or to try to find out other things about 
him, and we always looked forward to hearing news from 
him.  And Gin and I never forgot his kindness to us, 
nor how it felt to be in his arms with him inside us, 
and the loving looks he gave us back then.  Those 
memories and knowing that he was still keeping up with 
us made us feel warm inside, and we always missed him 
a little when we?d get something from him.



Chapter 51:  Sad News

Some years later, when Ginger and I were in our early 
30?s, we got a letter from a lawyer in Middletown, 
saying that Henry had passed away and that we were 
called out in his will.  He wanted us to call him and 
make an appointment for the near future.  We were both 
in shock at the news and we both cried so hard as we 
read that letter.  We held each other tight that 
night, reminiscing about our times with Henry, 
recalling every detail of our time together.  It was a 
very sad time for us, and I think we both cried 
ourselves to sleep.    
We called the lawyer?s office the next day and made an 
appointment for the following Friday in Middletown.  
We frantically wanted to know what happened to our old 
friend and lover, so we both took a vacation day and 
made the drive to Middletown, wondering what the 
lawyer wanted. 
When we got there the lawyer, Mr. Evans, invited us to 
sit down.  He looked us over carefully and 
thoughtfully, and we could tell from his looks that he 
didn?t know about our past with Henry, and that made 
this all the more intriguing.  Once again, he told us 
that Henry had called us out in his will.  We 
interrupted the lawyer at some point, and wanted to 
know everything he could tell us about Henry, how he?d 
passed, and his widow and anything else he could tell 
us.
He started by telling us that Henry had been a 
personal friend of his for over thirty years.  Henry 
had died at 72 of cancer quite unexpectedly about six 
weeks ago and no, he had not suffered very long.  His 
wife, Jill, was devastated by the loss, and she was 
now the process of moving back east to be nearer to 
her children and was going to be putting their house 
on the market shortly.  He assured us that Jill and 
Henry had been very good for and to each other.  They 
had really been enjoying their retirement and had 
travelled extensively over the past 7 years or so.  
The lawyer said he could still vividly remember when 
Henry had lost his wife Gayle.  He also remembered 
speaking to him periodically in the years that 
followed that tragedy, and remembered seeing a big and 
positive change in him about 5 years or so after her 
loss.  He said that the way Henry was acting those 
first 4 years, he wasn?t sure that he?d ever pull out 
of it.  When he asked Henry what had happened to bring 
him out of his doldrums, Henry only spoke briefly 
about a fleeting relationship he?d had that had 
renewed his life, and credited that relationship with 
?saving? him, as Henry had put it.  
The lawyer looked at us differently then for a moment, 
and asked us if we?d mind very much telling him how we 
knew Henry and what our relationship had been with 
him.  We said only that we?d met him in our earlier 
years and he?d been very dear to us then, and that 
Henry had wished he could have had daughters like us.  
Mr. Evans looked like he?d like to know more, but he 
just nodded politely and didn?t pry beyond that.  He 
admitted that he?d been eager to meet us ever since 
Henry had paid his final visit to him before he died.  
Henry had come to visit Mr. Evans one last time when 
he knew he was going to die from the cancer.  He told 
us Henry had spoken very highly of us, telling us that 
he had indeed called us the daughters he?d never had.  
Henry had emphasized to the lawyer how dearly he loved 
both of us ?girls? as he had called us.  
He said Henry had followed our lives and careers with 
keen interest, privately and from a distance, and 
that?s how Mr. Evans had known how to get in touch 
with us.  Henry had known that we?d both graduated 
with honors from college and had gone on to get good 
jobs at the same hospital, and even how we?d gone back 
and obtained our RN licenses.  He had told Mr. Evans 
that he was very happy to find that we were still 
together and still very much in love after all these 
years, and he was very proud to call us his friends.  
We were both crying softly now, but we were also 
pretty embarrassed by the intimacy of this 
information, especially having come through a complete 
stranger.  As an aside, Gin and I eventually decided 
to secure Mr. Evans as our lawyer since we already 
knew each other and since we?d shared a mutual friend 
in Henry.  As a matter of fact, he drew up our wills 
and power of attorneys for us later that year.
We had never known for sure what Henry had done for a 
living, only that he?d been in business for himself.  
It turned out that Henry had been a business owner and 
not only that, he?d owned businesses at several 
locations in our region, and we actually had heard of 
the company even though we?d never had a need for it.  
Mr. Evans said Henry had always been a wise investor 
and was smart with his money.  The lawyer paused then 
before looking us in the eye.  ?Now, for some good 
news,? he smiled at us.  ?Miss Ginger and Miss Carly, 
Henry Stinson loved you both very much and has left 
each of you a quarter of a million dollars in his 
will, to be distributed to you immediately.  He also 
has left you a house in Morgan (the city where we 
lived and worked now!).  We looked at each other and 
absolutely lost it then, and we both broke down.  
Mr. Evans looked very upset with that, and we could 
tell our outburst had taken him by surprise.  Later he 
told us that he could see the shock and sadness in our 
eyes throughout the whole meeting that day, and while 
he had at first worried that we might have been gold 
diggers, by the time the meeting was over, he saw why 
Henry had loved us so much.
Rather than be overjoyed with the news of the money, I 
found myself hurting so badly inside, for even though 
we?d known Henry for only a few months - a few hours, 
really - he had left an indelible mark on both of us.  
We were terribly shocked at his generosity.  There was 
no way we deserved this.  It was only then we realized 
how much we?d meant to him and I felt horrible then 
for not having tried to be more a part of his life.  I 
just had to keep telling myself that?s the way Henry 
had wanted it.
Mr. Evans got up and brought us a box of Kleenex, the 
sat back down to give us time to let our emotions run 
their course.
When we'd finally calmed down, he took two checks from 
his folder and handed them to us.  My hand was shaking 
as I looked at it.  So much money!  It scared me.  Mr. 
Evans also handed us the envelope that contained the 
deed and keys to the house.  It had already been 
transferred into our name, so it was truly ours now, 
all we had to do was?well?move in and pay the taxes 
every year!  
We signed receipts for the checks, and then he handed 
us a sealed envelope which was simply addressed to 
?Carly and Ginger?.  We talked only a few minutes 
longer, then thanked Mr. Evans and said our goodbyes, 
and as soon as we got back to the car, we opened the 
envelope and read Henry?s last words to us.



Chapter 52:  The Letter

?My dearest girls,

I said once that I could never thank you enough for 
what you did for me that glorious spring so long ago 
now, and I meant that with every fiber of my being.  
I?ve had many years to reflect on what happened to me 
as a result of meeting the two of you, and it is no 
exaggeration to say that you did indeed, change my 
life.  
I married a wonderful and exciting woman who has made 
my last years very rewarding and fun, but you must 
know that I never forgot about you Carly, nor you 
Ginger.  I thought of you both every day of my life 
after we parted ways.  There was never a day when you 
didn't come to my thoughts and prayers, and I felt so 
blessed to have you in my memories.  I always 
regretted having to say goodbye so quickly and 
suddenly, and it hurt me terribly to part company that 
way, because I knew you deserved better from me. 
 
But you see girls, I was really getting hooked on you 
two!  I was totally enticed and turned on by you both 
and...well, there are a million adjectives to describe 
what you ladies did to me, to both my body and my 
soul, but in the end, there was no doubt in my mind 
that I was in love with you both, and I wanted to 
continue to make love to you every day in the worst 
way, and yet I knew my heart would break even worse if 
I allowed our relationship to last much longer than it 
did before bringing it to an end.  And I knew it 
somehow it had to end! 
   
I must confess that I had a favorite fantasy about you 
two.  I used to fantasize about waiting until you 
graduated from high school and then inviting you to 
come live with me in a huge house away from the city 
and everyone else, and keeping you all for myself!  
And there we could be together just the three of us, 
free to live out our fantasies and love each other 
completely!  But it was just a fantasy.  And I know 
that the you two would have eventually come to feel 
like ?kept women? and would have become unhappy.  And 
I could never do that to you.  It would also have been 
terribly unfair to you as I grew older and then grew 
more infirm, expecting you to take care of an old man.  
Yes, it was a fantasy, but it was my favorite selfish 
fantasy for many years after we parted company.

I never stopped missing you or dreaming about the 
three of us being together each and every day.  And 
that is why I had to stay away, because being with you 
two was like taking a drug I couldn?t get enough of.  
You were in my mind, my heart, and my blood, and if 
any of us were to have a shot at a real life, I needed 
to break it off as soon as I could.  Call me selfish 
if you want, but I had already lost someone very dear 
to me, and I couldn?t bear the thought of losing the 
two of you after a longer, deeper relationship.  It 
was terribly hard on me to quit you two after having 
known you for such a short time, and I hurt for years 
after our parting, and I still missed you terribly 
even though I had someone new in my life.

Jill my new wife is someone the two of you would 
approve of for me, and I know you would love her and 
she would you.  When we began to get serious (which 
happened very quickly), I knew I needed to focus on 
her and our new relationship as much as possible.  
Somehow that made my decision to leave you lovely 
ladies easier for me, but it was the only thing that 
made it easier.  She has been good to me all these 
years and in return, she will never have to worry 
about anything.

Since I had no children, and my only brother passed on 
before me some years ago, I have left something for 
each of his children, then the rest to Jill, except 
for a ?small portion? I saved in a separate account 
she knew nothing about reserved for the two of you.  
It was the only secret I kept from her, but it was 
something I'd made my mind up to do not long after we 
parted ways.  The money in your account and the house, 
and then the relationship I?d had with you two has 
forever remained a secret with me!

I never forgot your faces, and even though I have seen 
you now as you have grown into gorgeous young ladies, 
I still see you in my mind?s eye as two incredibly 
beautiful and very sexy 17-year-old girls who I know 
in my heart did more than take pity on an old man.  
You loved me!  You truly loved me, and that meant you 
were beautiful not just outside, but inside as well, 
and from what I hear about you now, you are even more 
so.  I must confess that when I sold the old house, I 
went back up to the apartment above the garage one 
last time.  I know you said once that you wished you 
could have done that, but I did do it, and it was so 
nostalgic and very bittersweet for me.  I kept the 
very first picture of you two in my wallet all those 
years, and strangely enough, Jill never saw it, or if 
she did, she never asked about it.  Anyway.  I sat 
down on that old mattress, and looked at your picture, 
and swore I could smell and taste you, even then!
   
I must also confess that I did follow your careers and 
lives all these years, but from a distance.  Sometimes 
I would go to a place I knew you would walk by, just 
to watch you two walking together.  It hurt my heart 
so much to see you from a distance and not be able to 
run to you and to see your faces and hear your voices 
one more time, but I felt it was better to keep it 
that way.  I must also confess that I cried many times 
after I broke it off with you two, even for the first 
few weeks after meeting Jill.  What can I say?  I am 
still in love with you both! 
 
Why did I do what I did, you may ask? Because I still 
loved each of you so much, yet I knew you needed to be 
free to live and create your own new lives as adults.  
That, coupled with my new marriage made me stay away.  
I honestly don?t know if I?d have had the strength to 
not want to be with you again, intimately.  I never 
lost my desire for your touch and your attentions.  
And had there been a reuniting of our affair, it would 
surely have destroyed my marriage and in turn maybe 
even me.  I speak as thought I assume you would have 
wanted it or even allowed it, but either way, I could 
not afford such a risk, and again, how horrible of me 
to even think such things, and to think that you would 
entertain being with me again.  If I know the both of 
you, you would have told me to go home to my wife and 
be content with her and to stop this nonsense!  And 
that would have hurt me terribly also and been so very 
unfair of me to lay such a thing on you as that.
  
So you see, I am without hope when it comes to you 
two.  I gained everything because you, but I had to be 
content with the very short amount of time we shared 
in the process, never to reignite that old flame 
again.  And for me, it was so very hot a flame that it 
surely would have consumed me.  
But please don?t feel bad for me!  My memories of you 
both are as fresh as the memories I have of yesterday!  
Yet, I miss you both and always will.  And still to 
this day, I love you with a true and strong love, and 
even as I write this, I am weeping like a foolish old 
man!

I hope you both have a long, healthy, and happy life 
together.  You deserve it!  Now go, have fun with some 
of this money and enjoy your new house!  I hope my 
gifts bring you many times over the blessings you 
brought to me in my old age.

Remember me fondly, if you will?

With the all gentle intentions, the warmest regards 
and the fondest memories possible, and with all my 
love forever,

Henry



Chapter 53:  The Aftermath

I don?t need to tell you how strongly and deeply that 
letter affected us.  We cried like babies?just 
miserably, and I had to stop reading it out loud to 
Gin several times for not being able to see the pages.  
I missed him terribly now for the first time in years 
(shame on me for being such a horrible girl!).  We 
read it again after our eyes dried, and then we cried 
all over again, holding each other in our loss. 
We?d had the good sense before we?d left his office to 
ask Mr. Evans where Henry had been buried, and so now 
we went to a florist and bought some nice things to 
put on his grave.  We stood there for a long time that 
late afternoon as the sun was setting, crying and 
remembering our old friend.  We read the letter out 
loud again sitting there by his grave in that lonely 
place.  We felt terribly guilty for not being there 
when he?d passed, but then we realized that our 
separation had always been his decision, and we?d 
always honored that.  And we understood and agreed 
with his reasons.  We?ve been back to his grave on his 
birthday each year when we aren't away on travel for 
work or vacation. 

We were completely worn out when we left the 
gravesite.  We knew where a branch of our bank was 
located there in Middletown and went straightaway to 
it and deposited our checks, and then we called our 
parents.  All four of them were in town for the 
weekend, so we decided to drive down to see them for a 
day or so and just surprise them.  We needed to feel 
that connection again, plus we both wanted to drive by 
our old apartment one more time in honor of our old 
friend.



Epilogue, Part 1

We had a wonderful but bittersweet visit with our 
families that weekend, and they?d been eager to see us 
and talk about all the new things in everyone?s lives.  
Mom saw something in my eyes that Friday night and 
asked me about it.  We told them we?d just found out 
we?d lost a dear friend unexpectedly and it had been 
hard on us, dealing with it all.  
We drove slowly by Henry?s old house, then back though 
the alley.  We were shocked to see the old garage had 
been torn down and a new one erected in its place.  
That shock had us crying all over again.  It seemed so 
pointless!  Why tear that beautiful old place down?  
And then we realized that it had been 15 years since 
we?d left home, and that it had probably been a death 
trap and falling down on its own!  And then we wept 
again for the time that had gotten behind us.  We were 
really a mess that weekend and for days afterward.  
Some of it was from the sudden and shocking loss of 
Henry, and some of it was from the shock of the money 
and the house he?d left us.  It was confusing to us, 
how joy could make you so sad sometimes.

We left Centerville Sunday morning, and went straight 
back to Morgan to find our new house.  We?d located it 
using the Internet at my folks house, and were very 
anxious to see it for the first time.
We got to Morgan just before lunch and then drove 
slowly through the neighborhood.  It was an older 
neighborhood, more established, and one that seemed to 
be the kind where way-upper middle-class folks live 
in.  525 Haley Street was in the middle of the block, 
a block where the houses were spread out nicely and 
the old trees left to grow and flourish.  It was a 
beautiful bungalow, with a deep porch and mission-
style woodwork on the exterior.  We were hypnotized by 
the serenity and beauty of this neighborhood and in 
particular the house itself.  We had no clue that we 
had such a beautiful neighborhood like this in our 
very own city, but then we could never have afforded 
such a house in these, our early years, either.  A 
concrete driveway led to a very nice two-car garage 
behind the house.  There was a beautiful cedar fence 
on both sides and to the rear of the house.  We pulled 
up to the garage and got out, the smell of lavender 
and honeysuckle? coming to us from somewhere.  We were 
in a total state of shock with the thought that this 
was our house now!  It seemed like a dream, but a very 
good dream.  We already had a nice home in a nice 
neighborhood, but the payments!  This house 
was?well?it looked like Henry saw into our hearts and 
knew what we would love to have and then went out and 
purposely bought it for us!  It was almost spooky, and 
we had tears of joy and wonder in our eyes as we 
walked back around to the front of the house and 
approached the beautiful front porch.  With much 
sadness but much excitement, we used the keys Mr. 
Evans had given us and let ourselves in.  The inside 
was immaculate, with original wood floors and wood 
built-ins everywhere.  Wooden arches, open floor plan, 
and beautiful paint colors chosen for every wall!  The 
kitchen had marble countertops, all new appliances, 
wonderful tile floors, and beautiful lighting!
Adjacent to the kitchen and the living area was the 
dining room and a breakfast area off the kitchen, then 
there were two smaller guest rooms and a full bath at 
the rear of the first floor.  
But Henry had saved the best for last.  We went up the 
beautiful old polished staircase and found a wonderful 
landing with built in shelves, and that opened into 
the incredible master bedroom, and the master bath.  
The rooms were gorgeous, and no detail had been spared 
on the woodwork or the paint upstairs either.  There 
was a small sitting room at the rear of the upstairs, 
with slanted ceilings, and it was very cute.  There 
was also access to a small walk-in attic storage room.  
There was space in the sitting room for a computer and 
crafts tables or a library, or all three!  The master 
bedroom was a delight, open and airy, with large 
windows looking out on our back yard and the beautiful 
trees that grew there.  But when we saw the master 
bath, we both suspected that Henry had been able 
somehow to read our mind!  A huge claw-foot tub 
dominated the wall with large windows with wide ledges 
for candles and other bath necessities!  The shower 
was tiled and large enough for four adults, with two 
nozzles and built-in ledges for storage.  Above the 
sink on the mirror was a card taped there.  All it 
said was, ?This house seemed like you two.  I?d 
watched it for years and when it came on the market, I 
grabbed it up.  Then I hired some craftsman to fix it 
up just the way I thought you?d want it.  It was a 
labor of love for me, and my only regret (in addition 
to wishing to spend a night or two with you both 
here!) was not being able to see your faces right now!  
Please don?t begrudge me my generosity!  I left much, 
much more to Jill, so much so that she would never 
have missed what I?ve given to you.  So please, be 
happy!  Please be happy, above all!  And enjoy your 
new house!  All my love, H.?
It was everything we could have ever wanted, all in 
one house, and we wept hard, our cries echoing in the 
empty house that would soon be filled with laughter.
We sold our other house a couple of months later, 
making enough after the note was paid off that we 
splurged and spent most of it on completely new 
furnishings for our new home, and also new cars for 
ourselves!  We made made passionate love in our new 
tub, our new shower, and in every room of our new 
home, christening it in a way and dedicating it all to 
our old friend who?d made it all possible!



Epilogue, Part 2

Bobby graduated from State with honors and accepted an 
engineering position with an aerospace company on the 
west coast.  He and Sandra remained together all 
through their school years and graduated together.  
They were married just after graduation, and Gin and I 
were both there for that happy occasion.  
After that last Christmas we had shared together 
during his freshman year, the three of us were never 
intimate again.  It left a hole somewhere deep down 
inside of us, and Bobby admitted later that it had 
done the same to him, as well.  He said he?d lost the 
two most important people in his life at that time, 
while we only lost one apiece!  We had to agree it 
must have been a lot harder for him.  We had each 
other still, and he had to go off alone to college.  
On the other hand, he?d been strong, concentrating on 
Sandra and remaining faithful to her all that time 
before they got married, and somehow that made us love 
him even more deeply.
We finally got to meet Sandra the following Christmas, 
and we learned to love her quickly, in spite of both 
of us feeling jealous of her!  But more than that, we 
could tell she loved Bobby dearly, and we could see 
why Bobby was crazy about her, as they made a 
wonderful couple.
They are still happily married, and have two children 
now.  We don?t get to see them very often, but when we 
do, they roll out the red carpet for us.  As far as we 
can tell, Sandra has been completely accepting of 
Gin?s and my relationship, and other than the first 
time we all met, there?s never been an awkward moment 
about us being gay.  They seem very happy together, 
and we?re thankful for that, and for Bobby having such 
an awesome wife. 
Our parents are still alive and kicking, and enjoying 
life all the more now that their kids are gone!  All 
four of them are the best of friends and have gone on 
boat cruises together and other shared adventures.  
They have been to our new house and were flabbergasted 
by the beauty of it.  We told them we?d bought it from 
an old friend who sold it to us for a song.
Not long after we moved into our new house, Gin and I 
met a man who we both fell for, and he fell for us.  
By then , we were in our early thirties then, and he 
was a recent widower (ring a bell?) who had just 
turned 50.  It turned out that he owned the medical 
supply business in town where both Gin and I shopped, 
and after a long conversation that day, and during the 
weeks that followed, we invited him over to our house.  
He confessed to being attracted to us both, and we 
admitted the same, as he was a beautiful man, but we 
were up front with him, and said that we would never 
let a man come between us.  To our great surprise, he 
understood, and said he wasn?t looking for a wife, and 
doubted that he would be for years.  He became very 
emotional that first day he visited us at our home, 
and said he was just terribly lonely, and longed for a 
relationship that was mature, and with very few 
strings attached.
We?ve been lovers now for over a year, and it has been 
an awesome relationship for us all.  We see him on a 
rare weeknight, otherwise it?s mostly on Friday or 
Saturday afternoons (and not on every weekend), and 
he?s always welcome to spend the night with us if he 
wants.  Rick is quite well off, and is always bringing 
something wonderful over for us to eat or cook, and 
usually comes over with a couple of very nice wines, 
yet we can see he isn?t trying to buy us or ?keep? us 
in the traditional sense of the word.  
Our sex is never dull, and he treats us both equally 
and with great passion, never favoring one of us over 
the other, and never playing one of us against the 
other.  Our only stipulations about the relationship 
were that if we were to be intimate, it had to always 
be with both of us, and never one of us alone.  The 
other stipulation was he wasn?t to take another lover 
without breaking it off with us first.  As a result of 
these rules, and after having his way with both of us 
each time he comes over, he says he?s stopped dating 
altogether, and he usually leaves our house a few 
pounds lighter and with a large smile on his face 
after we were done with him!   
Rick has two children that we?ve not met yet, and he?s 
in no hurry for that to happen, which is fine with us.  
Rick had a vasectomy when he was 36, when he and his 
wife had decided two kids were enough, and that makes 
us all the more comfortable with our sex.  He seems to 
be happy having crazy sex with us two or three times a 
month, and that?s more than enough to keep us happy, 
too!
Lately though, he?s been coming by more often, and we 
find we?re enjoying his company more and more.  Still, 
Ginger and I refuse to let him into our lives any more 
than that, and have warned him to not expect more.  We 
love our privacy, and cherish each night we get to 
spend alone and wake up only to each other the next 
morning.



Epilogue, Final Part

For years now, Gin and I have been talking about a 
child.  We realized that we were rapidly approaching 
that time in our lives where if we were going to have 
one naturally we needed to do it pretty quickly.  We 
knew we were giving up a lot of freedoms but we wanted 
to raise a little one of our own together, and were 
willing to part with some of those freedoms for a 
chance at it.  Even if Rick had been fertile, we 
wouldn?t have wanted him to father the child, as that 
was a little too close to home for us, and could cause 
problems downstream.  But both of us knew it was the 
past year or two with Rick that made us all the more 
determined to try and get pregnant.  I must be honest 
here and tell you that I had no desire to have a child 
growing inside me, but Gin felt differently, and it 
was at least a weekly discussion with us.  
And that?s when I came up with the idea that 
eventually came to pass and gave us a beautiful 
daughter about a year later.
We approached Bobby in secret and asked him if he 
would be the sperm donor for a child that we wanted 
Ginger to have.  At first he was aghast, as he thought 
we wanted him to have sex with her, but we reassured 
him that we would not have asked that of him as we 
understood how much his marriage to Sandra meant to 
him.  Rather, we wanted to go through an implant 
procedure where his sperm was put into Ginger.  He 
thought about that for all of a few moments that day 
we were on the phone, and then started to cry and said 
?yes?, and then we were crying too.
In less than three months, we got confirmation that 
she was pregnant, and nine months later we had Grace, 
a beautiful, healthy girl.  Our new Gracie was the 
best thing that had ever happened to us, and she had 
Ginger?s features, but also some of Bobby?s.  And best 
of all, our little Gracie had my blood in her!  It had 
been the perfect plan, truly a child with both of us 
in her makeup, and we couldn?t be happier with the way 
it turned out. 
Our parents never inquired as to who the father was, 
and were there when Ginger gave birth to her, everyone 
was just thrilled with her arrival into the family. 
Bobby never told Sandra, and we?ve kept it our little 
secret (among many others!).  Bobby admitted that he 
would have loved to have a child with Ginger, so this 
was the next best thing to the way he had wanted to go 
about doing it at one time years ago!  We understood 
that completely and he got big hugs and kisses from us 
when no one was around!  Bobby loved our little 
Samantha even before she was born, and will always be 
the best uncle any of us could have hoped for her.
It was during that time that we got to catch up with 
Bobby, just the three of us, at our house.  We spent a 
whole evening drinking wine and reminiscing, laughing 
and crying, and just having a splendid (but 
bittersweet, somehow) time.  It was then that we told 
him about Henry, and that whole story, and it had 
flabbergasted him.  
Bobby had grown up to be a handsome man, and a 
wonderful father and husband.  I could tell Gin was a 
little sad after he left our house that afternoon, so 
she and I and Gracie drove out to the coast and spent 
a couple of nights in an expensive bed and breakfast, 
and I treated her like a queen.

Gin and I were in our mid-thirties when the state 
passed a law about same-sex marriage, and we were one 
of the first ones in line for a marriage license when 
the law passed.  Our wedding was simple but beautiful.  
Our parents were there, Gin?s mom and mine fighting 
over who would get to hold Grace!  She was almost two 
years old by then and a real hand full!  She was going 
to have Ginger?s hair and lanky frame, but my peaches 
and cream skin? a real knockout already!  Bobby and 
Sandra were there, as well, and their kids served as 
ring bearers for both of us.  
Ginger and I had been writing our vows to each other 
in secret, not wanting the other to hear them until we 
were at the ceremony.  We did everything we could to 
make it a solemn but joyous occasion, and it came off 
without a hitch, that is until both of us started 
crying during the vows.  We had poured our heart and 
souls into them and now that the emotion of the moment 
was upon us, it was impossible for us to get through 
them smoothly.  And that was OK in the long run, 
because just about everyone else had tears in their 
eyes, too. 
After the wedding and the dust had settled, our 
parents took Samantha for three weeks, and Ginger and 
I went to Europe for our honeymoon, seeing as much of 
it as we could squeeze into the little time we had, 
all the while behaving like the newlyweds we were, and 
we never stopped being newlyweds from then on.

So here?s to you Ginger Thompson-Baker, the love of my 
life!  Thank you for your love for me, and for the 
adventures we have shared!