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 Hanna Chapter 4

   Love Redeemed



   [AUTHOR'S NOTE: Generally speaking, I get very irritated with authors
who post stories "in progress" and then don't finish them.  So, in the case
of "Hanna", I am warning all my readers in advance: I do not know if I will
EVER finish this story!  I have this, and a couple more chapters, that I
expect can be whipped into shape rapidly.  Beyond that...  nothing.  I
would almost keep these chapters on my hard drive, but a couple of friends
have persuaded me that there are those out there who would enjoy them, as
far as they go.

   Having said all that, I hope you enjoy this.  It is story, not stroke.
You've been warned.  :-)

   The Star <extar@earthlink.net> (c) 1998 - 2003]



   Aiden was so smug, I almost wanted to hit him.

   By putting a bullet through the head of Dick Pritchard's dad when he
tried to escape arrest, Hanna's dad not only ended a serious threat to the
family, he saved us all a lot of hassle and worry.  That Aiden was
considered something of a folk-hero in our town merely stoked the fire. 
Pritchard was obviously a murderous, slimy bastard who'd just shot two cops
when Aiden nailed him.  No one mourned him, except maybe his wife, Estelle,
who was in jail awaiting trial for a series of felony indictments involving
her hiring a thug to kill us.

   The good citizens considered that Aiden O'Malley had saved them the
expense of a trial.  The cops admired the no-nonsense way he'd handled
things.

   Aiden and Mary drove down to the university to spend the weekend with
us. The excuse was so that Hanna's sister, Anne, could tour the campus and
decide if she wanted to go there.  Really, Aiden just wanted to spoil his
grandson and show off a bit.

   Didn't matter.  We were glad to see them.





   Over dinner in a really nice restaurant that Hanna and I couldn't
afford, Aiden raised a subject we'd been considering.

   "Gary, you know this is an Olympic year.  You and Hanna going to try for
it?"

   "That's not as simple as it seems, Aiden.  I have an obligation to the
football team, first.  And Hanna's chances are marginal this year.  She's
prettier, but she's not a `FloJo'."

   Aiden and Mary both grinned.  It was a pretty accurate assessment. 
Still, Hanna was improving steadily.  She was competitive in both jumping
events with any woman in the country.  Around the world, though, there were
some whose heights were better.

   "I'll have a word with the university President.  He's a fraternity
brother.  I'm sure that every consideration will be made to help you two
participate successfully in the Olympics--if you want to go?"

   Hanna just looked at me.  "Sure, Dad," she told him.  "We want to go. 
We just didn't see how we could..."

   Mary grinned.  "I'll take care of Jason--though I'm sure Gary's folks
will arm-wrestle me for their share of his time.  If you need to go to
Colorado Springs or something, just drop him off.  And when you're at the
games, he'll be well cared for, so you needn't worry."

   I thought for a moment.  There was really no need for me to be at the
spring football drills--I'd be working with the track team anyway.  Don
could get me up to speed on anything new after the Games.  Working on
discus would keep me in shape.  I could keep up my running on my own, with
Hanna to urge me on.

   We'd both have to reduce our course loads to the minimums--and take
fairly easy classes at that.  But it could be done.  Actually, it was
easier for me, since I'd completed most of the really tough courses for my
major already.  Hanna might need to take some summer classes next year to
catch up.

   The next day, while everyone else was out shopping--really, they were
just spoiling Jason--I had a meeting with Coach Ullrich.

   "Coach, I want to go to the Olympics this summer.  My throws in the
discus make me almost a sure thing for a medal.  I really want to do it."

   He smiled.  "I already had a short chat with the President about that.
You didn't need to send your father-in-law to see him.  I'm behind you all
the way.  Go for it!"

   "I didn't know he'd done that.  I wanted to talk to you, first, and this
is the first chance I've had... Thanks, Coach.  I'm yours again after the
Games."

   "No problem, Gary.  Bring home some hardware."



   With that settled, Hanna and I visited our academic advisors, to
rearrange our course loads and plot what we'd have to do to graduate on
time.  Next year would be a bear, especially for Hanna.  She could handle
it, though.

   Then we had a meeting with the track coach...

   Who grinned and said he'd been expecting us for a couple of weeks.  He'd
arranged with the U.S.  Olympic committee for both of us to go to Colorado
Springs for two weeks.  Then we'd have priority on the use of practice
facilities on the campus.  When we couldn't work outdoors, I'd be able to
throw in a `cage' in the field house.  They'd also have a high jump set up
there.  Pole vault was tough to do indoors, but some of the techniques for
getting over the bar could be practiced in the worst of the winter weather.

   And, of course, we could run....

   We did run, in all weather--

   Hanna found a lightweight stroller with bicycle wheels at a garage sale.
So when the weather wasn't too bad, we'd take Jason along on our runs,
taking turns pushing him.  Jason loved it and we loved sharing this with
him.



   That spring, we took minimum classes and worked long hours on technique
and conditioning.  We had the benefit of special `events' coaches from the
Olympic organization, who spent time with us regularly.

   Late in the spring, at the Olympic Trials, we were very pleased to both
make the team.  I won the discus handily, although a German had a better
mark already that year.  Hanna qualified in the high jump and placed third
in pole vault, making her an alternate in that event.

   The pressure from fans and press became excruciating.  Everywhere we
went, we were mobbed by autograph seekers and well-wishers.  When we went
out to eat, I had to ask that the waiters and hostesses keep people away
from us.  Otherwise, we wouldn't be allowed to eat our meal!

   Then we got a minor reputation for being `snooty'.  At that point, I
didn't care.  As I put it in an interview, "Bryan, it's not that we're too
self-important to talk to our fans...it's that our fans don't respect us
enough to grant us common courtesy.  If I take my wife out to dinner, I'm
spending my own money to feed us.  Surely it's not too much to ask to be
allowed to eat the food while it's hot?"

   We signed autographs for hours at the meets we attended.



   The Olympic experience was incredible.  We made a point of attending as
many events as we could and watching a competition or two in events we'd
never heard of.  I especially liked rapid-fire pistol.  Watching shooting
is like watching grass grow, mostly.  But I got to meet and talk to some of
the athletes.  Marvelous!

   We both enjoyed watching all of the basketball games our schedules
allowed, if the US was playing.  Pretty soon, a couple of the players
recognized us and stopped to chat.

   "I've seen you.  You're competitors, too.  What's your sport?"

   Hanna laughed.  "If you guys weren't too stuck up to live in the
village, you'd have met us.  We're Hanna and Gary Rogers."

   "Oh.  Sure!  I read about you.  You're the couple from Oregon... Discus
is a hobby of yours?"

   "Well, Bill, it's more than a hobby.  But my scholarship is for
football." I had to chuckle.  I'd worked very hard at discus, these past
months... Until we decided to go for the Olympics, though, it really was a
hobby.

   Bill got a naughty look on his face.  A couple of his buddies had
drifted over, and introduced themselves.  "Tell you what, Hanna... We'll
try to make it to the finals of the high jump.  And if you win, we expect
you to come over to the rail and give us all a big kiss, right after the
medal ceremony."

   I grinned and Hanna laughed.  A true, heart-felt belly laugh.  "Won't
THAT get the press going?" she chortled.  We all laughed at the thought. 
Tweaking the press is always fun.  "Sure.  I'll be happy to.  And you guys
will have to do the same after your medals ceremony."

   Laughing so hard I could barely talk I sputtered, "No way I'm kissing
any of you ugly turkeys!  But if your wives are here, I get my share!" With
good humor all around, our new friends rejoined their team and soundly
trounced their Greek opponents.

   Later, a couple of them joined us in the Village for dinner.  We made a
point of introducing them to some of the other athletes we'd met, including
two pistol shooters and a kayaker.





   Hanna and I reminded each other constantly: "It's just another track
meet.  We've beaten them all before."

   One of the lady pole-vaulters was also qualified in the sprints.  She
won the bronze in the 200 meter event, but strained a muscle doing it. 
Hanna was in pole vault as well as high jump.

   High jump was contested first.  Hanna jumped very well.  For a time, I
thought she'd won it.  But a girl from Norway and one from England beat her
on the final attempt.  After getting her bronze medal, she looked for our
friends in the competitors' section of the stands, but didn't see them. 
(We later found out that they had a team meeting, prior to a game they
played that afternoon.  They were sorry they missed the event.)

   The next day--pole vault day--Hanna was stratospheric.  She'd achieved
more than she'd hoped, with the bronze, and was only trying to do her best
in the pole vault.  Her biggest problem was waiting around for the other
competitors to make their vaults, before the bar was raised again.  Soon
there were only three left, then two.  Hanna couldn't quite clear the final
height and had to settle for the silver.  It was a lot more than either of
us expected and we were both very happy with it.

   I was there to help her off the pit and envelop her for a huge kiss. 
Then she was waving to the cheering crowd.  This time, our friends were at
the rail, calling and waving.  She went over and kissed each of them
soundly.  And with a grin told them, "Gary will be expecting your wives
here when he wins!" Then she waved to the crowd again and left the stadium.



   Two days later, we held the discus competition.  I was really worried
about the German.  He'd beaten me twice that year and his throws were a bit
farther.  Hanna reminded me that it was just a track meet... and that I'd
beaten the guy consistently last year.  "He's not that great...just lucky,
so far.  All you have to do is concentrate on throwing your Frisbee out of
the stadium... you'll beat him."

   My first throw was a new Olympic record.  I never had to throw again,
but I wanted a world record.  On his first throw, seeing my mark, the
German pressed too hard, lost his balance, and faulted.  His other throws
were good, but not good enough.  He ended with the bronze.  My final throw
got my record, by two inches.

   When I took my `victory lap' after receiving the medal, I really didn't
expect our friends to be there, so I wasn't looking for them.  Hanna had
already given me a hug that almost cracked ribs and a kiss that curled my
toes and promised great things later that night... So I was surprised when
I heard loud female voices cheering and calling to me from the rail as I
finished my lap.  Looking over, I saw a half-dozen very attractive ladies
calling and beckoning me over to them.

   Trotting over, I was engulfed by warm arms and given tonsil-licking
kisses by most of the beauties.  It was an event I'll never forget.  The
wives and girl friends of the `dream team' had heard about what the guys
did to Hanna.  They were going for paybacks!  I was ecstatic.

   (Besides being drop-dead gorgeous, most of these women were very
intelligent--and very nice ladies who became good friends.)

   The news media made a big thing of it, as they had with Hanna two days
before.  We had a lot of fun, over the next few months, with the tabloid
stories of one or the other of us in a wife-swapping situation with one or
all of the dream team members.  While I'm sure some of those guys did play
around when they were on road trips, there was never any of that with us.
They were always perfect gentlemen with Hanna and we made real friendships
that didn't ask for anything more.  Over the years, we came to treasure
those friendships more than our medals, as the real spoils of our Olympic
experience.

   Later, when a reporter asked Hanna, "How well do you know Scottie?"

   "He's a luv bug!  I just love him to death!"

   Of course, that just added fuel to the fire.  We thought it was
hilarious.

   - - + + + + + -



   Back home, we had a round of banquets to attend and speeches to give...
and that season's new playbook to memorize and a football mindset to get
into.  Hanna and I both had a pretty serious course load, too.

   And Hanna wanted another baby.

   - - + + + + + -



   I was immediately engulfed in football.  No one begrudged the time I'd
spent preparing and participating in the Olympics.  Every member of the
team would have done the same in a flash, given the opportunity.  But I'd
missed spring practice and the pre-season workouts, as well as the first
two games.  I had some serious catching up to do.

   Coach Ullrich was very supportive and Don helped a lot.  Don,
especially, could cut through the crap and tell me, "This is new.  We do
this and this, if they do this.  See?" And he told me what was the same and
what had been dropped from last year's playbook.

   It took me only a few days to get the body used to the running and
contact of the football field.  Don's tutelage was excellent.  There really
wasn't all that much new and I was soon `up to speed' on the program.

   The team had high expectations for the season.  We didn't know about the
Rose Bowl, but expected to be playing somewhere during the Christmas break.

   I'd learned to recognize what defenses were doing and adjust my routes
accordingly.  The biggest problem for me was that, when the backup
quarterback was in, HE didn't recognize the defenses, and would throw to a
spot based on the `nominal' route.  So I had to remember to think about who
was calling the plays, as well as everything else.

   Then we played Colorado.  That was a dog-fight.  Fortunately, we had
bigger dogs.





   At home, Hanna looked at me like I was a hot-fudge sundae.

   "Oh, well!" I sighed, in mock resignation.

   This was over dinner, about a month after the Olympics.  Jason was
especially good that night and ate like a little gentleman--his
grandmothers' influence, no doubt.

   "Always after my body... Well, if a guy wants to eat regular, what is he
to do?"

   Hanna smacked me for that.  Then grinned.  "Just don't get too deep into
your homework tonight.  As soon as Jason's asleep, I need you."

   I leered and drooled.  Hanna smacked me again.  She's not a small
woman... her playful whacks on my arm sting.

   When dinner was finished and we'd cleaned up, I spent a rewarding hour
with Jason, playing on the floor.  Then he crashed and I put him to bed,
with lots of hugs and expressions of how much I cared about him.

   We didn't expect company--though a classmate or teammate could show up
at our door unannounced--so I undressed and got in bed.  I really like to
read in bed.  It's comfortable, and I can concentrate.

   Hanna finished whatever she'd been working on and turned off her
computer.  Entering the bedroom, she sat beside me and, holding me tightly
in her arms, gave me a kiss that would give a statue an erection.  No
statue, I tried to make a tent in my shorts, except it slipped out the fly
and waved proudly in the breeze.

   Yes, there was a breeze... Hanna's mouth was right above it, blowing
gently.  That was just before she gave it a big lick and I threw my book at
the nightstand.

   Then we were tearing at each other's clothes, trying to set a new speed
record for getting naked.

   Soon I had one hand supporting a magnificent breast, while I feasted on
its nipple.  The other hand was caressing between Hanna's legs,
occasionally dipping into the very wet place where those strong, shapely
legs joined.

   Meanwhile, we shared a kiss that was as passionate as any I can
remember. Her busy hands were stroking me, too.  With increasing urgency.

   In moments--she decided I was aroused enough--Hanna pushed me onto my
back and mounted in one smooth motion.  Roll up and above, leg over,
capture the pole and slide down--all in much less time than it takes to
describe it.

   Our sighs of bliss were simultaneous.

   Hanna rocked on me a few times, to lubricate everything and to give us
both the exquisite sensation of her pebble-hard nipples gently abrading my
chest.  Another kiss, and she sat up.

   "Gary?" She had my attention.  No need to ask for it.  "I really want
another baby.  Can I?"

   "Just how soon can you get pregnant?" I asked, by way of answer.

   "I stopped taking the pills at my last period.  It's been two weeks, and
the thermometer says today's a pretty good day."

   "Well.  I suppose you can, then, just as soon as you get me off."

   With that, the muscles in her talented body squeezed me convulsively and
her belly rippled...  My words alone--`permission' to get pregnant--had
brought her to orgasm!

   She wailed and rocked and kissed me frantically and convulsed and
thrashed.

   I was so enchanted by her performance--and so thrilled seeing the one I
loved getting off so spectacularly--I forgot all about getting off myself.

   Hanna finally collapsed atop me, huffing stertoriously.

   When she caught her breath, she raised herself on her elbows, kissed me
soundly, and looked in my face.

   I just grinned at her.

   "That, my love, was the most incredible, wonderful, fantastic,
awesome...I'm out of superlatives... Anyway, darling, you'll have the rest
of your life to try to top that one."

   Continuing to grin, I just asked, "How 'bout right now?"

   Feeling well-stuffed--I was still firmly plugged into her--Hanna's face
had a grin of her own creep over it.  "Betcha can't top that!" she dared
me.

   She knows better, but this dare had ulterior motives.  I flipped her off
me and laid her on the bed.  Then, after a passionate kiss, my torso
crushing her magnificent breasts between us, I licked and kissed down her
neck and shoulders.  I especially like to lick up the slopes of her
breasts. They stand out so nicely from her ribs, even when she's flat on
her back.  Pretty soon, she was moving and mewling--her nipples wanted some
of the attention.

   I provided it; alternating between light licks and blowing gently on the
wetted areas, then sucking hard at the rock-hard nipples, I soon had her
moaning continually.

   When my mouth moved over her smooth belly--hard, but girl-soft at the
same time--she began undulating her hips, both because I was tickling her
slightly, and because she hoped she knew what was coming.

   Reaching her thighs, I avoided her slot, just licking and kissing the
soft, warm spots of her inner legs.  When they parted wide, I moved on up.
First I blew gently on her wetness, bringing shivers from the cool
sensation.  Without warning, I gave a big swipe with my tongue from between
her legs, up through her slot, rasping across her rampant clitoris.

   Instantly, her legs clasped my head and she screamed, while she bucked
and convulsed again.

   When her legs loosened, she reached down and grabbed me by the ears,
pulling me upward on her.  "Get in me NOW, lover!  If I'm not pregnant in
five minutes, I'll go find a MAN to do the job."

   I paused on the way up--VERY briefly--to give each distended nipple a
quick suck.  Then I eased into my woman's core.

   Hanna started rippling in orgasm as soon as I was in her and never
stopped.  My own excitement mounted fast, but stayed on that high plateau
until, finally, she demanded, "Now, lover!  Now!  Give me your baby!  Now!
Oh.  OH!  OOOHHH!!!" When her body went completely wild with orgasmic
motion, I could hold out no longer.  I came.  Several big spurts of heaven
jetted into her.  Then it was as if a valve opened and it just flowed out
of me.  Some ecstatic time later, I finally stopped...drained as I've
seldom been drained.  It seemed she was trying to milk me of my seed.

   I collapsed on her, until I regained my wind enough to gently roll off.
She's big and can support me, but she needed to catch her breath, too. 
Besides, she was still cumming around my shrinking cock.

   For a few moments, I just spaced out, enjoying the buzz from the best
sex I'd ever had.

   I didn't even know it when Hanna leaned up on an elbow to look at me.  I
finally noticed a smug little grin on her face.

   "Guess I don't need to send out for help after all," she allowed.  After
a very tender, very loving kiss, she said, "Lover, if I'm not pregnant
after that, we'll just have to try harder next time."

   All I could do was groan at the thought.  But the old one-eyed snake
took notice--and so did Hanna.  Slyly licking her lips, she backed up to me
spoon-fashion, grabbed old Oscar, and plugged him in.  Pulling my arm
around her, so a palm cradled a breast, she sighed.  "Thanks, darling. 
Sleep well."

   She snuggled against me, sighed, and fell asleep at once.  I was not
long to follow her, in spite of the delights filling my hands and caressing
my body.

   - - + + + + + -



   Delightful tugging and caressing on my morning hard-on awakened me.  I
was, somehow, still plugged in and Hanna wanted the benefit of it.  We
carefully rolled over so I was above her, then I picked up her hips and
tucked her knees under.  Leaning over her back, so my hands could cradle
and caress her wonderful boobs, I proceeded to dump a mighty load in her
greedy womb, just as she wailed her climax and shook like a woman
possessed.

   When I returned to the bedroom from the bathroom--the bladder pressure
wouldn't wait any longer--she had a marvelously sensuous look on her face.
"Thanks, Gary.  That was wonderful.  Too late to knock me up--you did that
last night, I think.  But wonderful anyway.  You don't mind screwing
pregnant women, do you?"

   I just grinned.  "As long as they have big boobs and their name is
Hanna, I'm easy."

   She hit me with a pillow as I sat on the bed, then grabbed both ears and
gave me a soul-searing kiss.  If I hadn't needed some time to recover, I'd
have been back inside her after that.

   "Thanks, darling.  Thanks for loving me.  Thanks for making such
marvelous love to me." She repeated her kiss, only softer.  More like
`tasting' me.

   Being a mere guy, I could only say, "You make it easy, Hanna.  Besides
being the best sex I've had in a long time."

   She grinned and hit me again.  "The ONLY sex you've had, buster!  And it
better stay that way!"

   Just as I was about to grab her, to try my luck again, Jason came
wandering in.  "Mommy, I'm hungry."

   Hanna and I looked at each other, cracked up, and gathered Jason to us.
"Yes, little love.  I'll fix breakfast for all of us, if you'll give me a
few minutes to use the bathroom and throw on a robe."

   - - + + + + + -



   The football team was really strong that year--but so was Washington. 
And Arizona wasn't chopped liver, either.  I had an outstanding season and
Don racked up some impressive numbers, as we pretty much rolled over our
preseason opponents, then most of the PAC-10.

   Arizona was a tough game.  We finally won on a deep pass, after I'd
cleared out the zone--and then laid the block that let the wide-out get
into the end zone.

   But the Huskies were the bigger dogs.  It didn't help that I was injured
early in the game and couldn't continue.  We were afraid of a fracture, but
it turned out to be a deep `bone bruise'.  I watched the second half from
the sideline, in street clothes.  It was a bitter disappointment,
especially when my replacement twice let a linebacker in to blindside Don.

   In the end, Washington won the PAC-10; we were second and Arizona third.
The undefeated Huskies were selected for the Fiesta Bowl, to play for the
national championship, sending us to the Rose Bowl--not a bad consolation
prize.

   We had a mad scramble of study and finals, while continuing regular
workouts and preparing for Iowa.  My leg was fully healed and I was 100
percent!  Finals went OK, too.  I was really only sweating one course, and
was pleasantly relieved when the final seemed easy.  (My subsequent "A+"
confirmed my impression.  The instructor later confided that he made the
course difficult, but felt that seniors in that major deserved a bit of a
break.)

   After finals, we had a week to go home, do the Christmas thing, and get
back to school for serious workouts before leaving for Pasadena.

   Almost four months along, Hanna was barely starting to "show" and could
still wear her normal clothing.  She was very smug about it all and took
pride in being able to keep up with me during our daily runs.  Morning
sickness had been moderate and she was done with it by Christmas.  Of
course, her mother and mine pampered her outrageously--when they weren't
busy spoiling Jason.

   Two days after Christmas, we boarded a chartered jet for Los Angeles. 
The Athletic Department included players' immediate families, and parents
could fly along at a special rate.  We also had special packages at the
hotel in Pasadena.

   To help us out, Hanna's mom took charge of Jason.  The little brat
didn't care a bit, knowing he was in for some solid attention from his
doting grandparents.  Of course, my mom insisted on her share of his time.

   There was a lot of publicity and arranged events for us all, including
obligatory trips to Disneyland and Knott's Berry Farm.  Jason loved it--and
so did I, if I'm truthful about it.

   By game day, though, I was ready to let the hoopla go and play some
football.  Fortunately, the whole team felt that way and really had their
heads in the game.  I only caught four passes--our ground game was going so
well, we didn't throw as much as usual.  I was pleased to lay a couple of
blocks that sprung a running back for big yardage.  It really pleases me to
level a cornerback--keeps them off me when I'm out in a pattern.

   Iowa played a good game.  They were Big Ten champs and had earned their
title.  But we were a little better that day and won by two touchdowns.


   Then the big question was, how high will I go in the NFL draft?